Sal. Sar. Indeed! [hair, You see, this night Apart; her voice that clove through all the din, Than the steel her hand held, which she caught up Of victory, or Victory herself, Come down to hail us hers. I love Myr. Sardanapalus. Sal. But wouldst have him king still? Myr. I would not have him less than what he should be. Sal. Well then, to have him king, and yours, and all He should or should not be; to have him live, Let him not sink back into luxury. You have more power upon his spirit than Wisdom within these walls, or fierce rebellion Raging without: look well that he relapse not. Myr. There needed not the voice of Salemenes To urge me on to this: I will not fail. All that a woman's weakness canSal. Omnipotent o'er such a heart as his: Exert it wisely. Is power [Exit SALEMENES. Myrrha! what, at whispers Sar, With my stern brother? I shall soon be jealous. (1) Myr. (smiling.) You have cause, sire; for on the earth there breathes not A man more worthy of a woman's love- (1) "The rebels are at length repulsed. The king reenters wounded, and retires to rest, after a short and very characteristic conversation between Salemenes and Myrrha, in which the two kindred spirits show their mutual understanding of each other; and the loyal warrior, postponing all the selfish domestic feelings which led him to dislike the fair Ionian, exhorts her to use her utmost power to keep her lover from relaxing into luxury. The transient effect which their whispers produce on Sardanapalus is well imagined." Heber.-L. E. Sar. Praise him, but not so warmly. I must not Yes, love! but not from pain. ACT IV. SCENE I. SARDANAPALUS discovered sleeping upon a Couch, and occasionally disturbed in his Slumbers, with MYRRHA watching. Myr. (sola, gazing.) I have stolen upon his rest, il Which thus convulses slumber: shall I wake him? Sar. (awakening.) Not so-although ye multiplie And gave them to me as a realm to share Is no false phantom: I should know it 'midst Myr. Alas! thou art pale, and on thy brow the drops Sleep shows such things, what may not death disclose? Ashore where mind survives, 't will be as mind, A shadow of this cumbrous clog of clay, Ser. I fear it not; but I have felt-have seen- Mar. And so have I. The dust we tread upon was once alive, And wretched. But proceed: what hast thou seen? Speak it, 'twill lighten thy dimm'd mind. Sar. MethoughtMr. Yet pause, thou art tired-in pain-exhausted; all hich can impair both strength and spirit: seek lather to sleep again. Sar. Not now-I would not eam; though I know it now to be a dream What I have dreamt:-and canst thou bear to hear it? Myr. I can bear all things, dreams of life or death, Which I participate with you in semblance Ir full reality. bar. tell And this look'd real, you: after that these eyes were open, Semiramis, with whom, and the rest of his regal preessors, he had fancied himself at a ghostly banquet." leber -L. E. The general tone of Myrrha's character (in perfect istency with the manners of her age and nation, and her own elevated but pure and feminine spirit.) is that fa devout worshipper of her country's gods. She re es, with dignity, the impious flattery of the Assyrian artiers and the libertine scoffs of the king. She does not , while preparing for death, that libation which was latest and most solemn act of Grecian piety; and she, ere particularly, expresses her belief in a future state of istence. Yet this very Myrrha, when Sardanapalus is tated by his evil dream, and by the natural doubt as to that worse visions death may bring, is made to console im, in the strain of his own Epicurean philosophy, with be doctrine that death is really nothing, except 'Cato the timid, who anticipate That which may never be,' I saw them in their flight-for then they fled. Myr. Say on. Sar. I saw, that is, I dream'd myself Here-here-even where we are, guests as we were, Myself a host that deem'd himself but guest, Willing to equal all in social freedom; But, on my right hand and my left, instead Of thee and Zames, and our custom'd meeting, Was ranged on my left hand a haughty, dark, And deadly face-I could not recognise it, Yet I had seen it, though I knew not where: The features were a giant's, and the eye Was still, yet lighted; his long locks curl'd down On his vast bust, whence a huge quiver rose With shaft-heads feather'd from the eagle's wing, (2) That peep'd up bristling through his serpent hair. I invited him to fill the cup which stood Between us, but he answer'd not-I fill'd it— He took it not, but stared upon me, till I trembled at the fix'd glare of his eye: nd with the insinuation that all which remains of the lead is the dust we tread upon. We do not wish to ask, e do not like to conjecture, whose sentiments these are, at they are certainly not the sentiments of an ancient eriau heroine. They are not the sentiments which Myrrha haght have learned from the heroes of her native land, or from the poems whence those heroes derived their heroism, their contempt of death, and their love of virtue.' Myrrha would rather have told her lover of those happy islands where the benevolent and the brave reposed after the toils of their mortal existence; of that venerable society of departed warriors and sages, to which, if he renounced his sloth and lived for his people and for glory, he might yet expect admission. She would have told him of that joy with which his warlike ancestors would move along their meads of asphodel, when the news reached them of their descendant's prowess; she would have anticipated those songs which denied that 'Harmodius was dead,' however he might be removed from the sphere of mortality; which told her countrymen of the roses and the golden-fruited bowers, where, beneath the light of a lower sun, departed warriors reined their shadowy cars, or struck their harps amid altars steaming with frankincense.' Such were the doctrines which naturally led men to a contempt for life and a thirst for glory: but the opposite opinions were the doubts of a later day; and of those sophists under whose influence Greece soon ceased to be free, or valiant or virtuous." Heber.-L. E. (2) In the MS. "With arrows peeping through his falling hair."-L. E. Hom. Odyss. 2. 539. Callistratus ap. Athenæum, 1. xv. Pindar Fragm. Heyne, vol. iii. p. 31. It was so palpable, I could have touch'd them. Of sympathy between us, as if they From heaven or earth-And rather let me see Sar. At last I sate, marble as they, when rose The hunter and the crone; and smiling on meYes, the enlarged but noble aspect of The hunter smiled upon me-I should say, His lips, for his eyes moved not-and the woman's Thin lips relax'd to something like a smile. Both rose, and the crown'd figures on each hand Rose also, as if aping their chief shadesMere mimics even in death-but I sate still: A desperate courage crept through every limb, And at the last I fear'd them not, but laugh'd Full in their phantom faces. But then-then The hunter laid his hand on mine: I took it, And grasp'd it but it melted from my own; While he too vanish'd, and left nothing but The memory of a hero, for he look'd so. Myr. And was: the ancestor of heroes, too, Sar. Had been the son who slew her for her incest. For all the predecessors of our line Sal. There yet remain some hour Of darkness: use them for your further rest. Sar. No, not to-night, if 'tis not gone: methough I pass'd hours in that vision. At least, I trust so: in a word, the queen Sar. Unto what end? what purpose? I will gra Aught-all that she can ask-but such a meeting Sal. You know, or ought to know, enough women, Since you have studied them so steadily, Tigris, in opposition not only to the uniform tradition eft Sal. Re-enter SALEMENES and ZARINA. My sister! Courage: Shame not our blood with trembling, but remember From whence we sprung. The queen is present, sire. Zar. I pray thee, brother, leave me. Sal. Since you ask it. [Exit SALEMENES. Zar. Alone with him! How many a year has pass'd, Though we are still so young, since we have met, Which I have worn in widowhood of heart. (1) He loved me not: yet he seems little changedChanged to me only-would the change were mutual! He speaks not-scarce regards me-not a wordNor look-yet he was soft of voice and aspect! Indifferent, not austere. My lord! Sar. Zarina! I had half forgotten, Zar. And could have welcomed any grief save yours, Which gave me to behold your face again. Sar. The throne-I say it not in fear-but 'tis In peril; they perhaps may never mount it: But let them not for this lose sight of it. I will dare all things to bequeath it them; But if I fail, then they must win it back Bravely-and, won, wear it wisely, not as I Have wasted down my royalty. Zar. They ne'er Sar. Too soon the scorn of crowds for crownless princes, Sar. 'Tis lost, all earth will cry out, thank your Sar. Sar. And pardons? Zar. Who loves. I have never thought of this, Now blessings on thee for that word! Nor ever will. I never thought to hear it more-from thee. I cherish Sar. Oh! thou wilt hear it from my subjects. YesThese slaves whom I have nurtured, pamper'd, fed, And swoln with peace, and gorged with plenty, till They reign themselves-all monarchs in their man Turn poison in bad minds. Sar. Sal. And good ones make Good out of evil. Happier than the bee, Which hives not but from wholesome flowers. Sar. My gentle, wrong'd Zarina! (1) All that look'd like a chain for me or others That which avails him nothing: he hath found it, Zar. A world out of our own-and be more bless'd (1) "We are not sure whether there is not a consider. able violation of costume in the sense of degradation with which Myrrha seems to regard her situation in the harem, no less than in the resentment of Salemenes, and the remorse of Sardanapalus, on the score of his infidelity to Zarina. Little as we know of the domestic habits of Assyria, we have reason to conclude, from the habits of contemporary nations, and from the manners of the East in every age, that polygamy was neither accounted a crime in itself, nor as a measure of which the principal wife was Remain, and perish-- With my husband Alas! Zar. Sal. And children. Zar. Sal. Hear me, sister, like My sister-all's prepared to make your safety Certain, and of the boys too, our last hopes; 'Tis not a single question of mere feeling, Though that were much-but 't is a point of state: The rebels would do more to seize upon The offspring of their sovereign, and so crushZar. Ah! do not name it. Sal. Well, then, mark me: when They are safe beyond the Median's grasp, the rebels Have miss'd their chief aim-the extinction of The line of Nimrod. Though the present king Fall, his sons live for victory and vengeance. Zar. But could not I remain, alone? Sal. What! leave Your children, with two parents and yet orphansIn a strange land-so young, so distant? Zar. My heart will break. No Sal. Now you know all-decide. Sar. Zarina, he hath spoken well, and we Must yield a while to this necessity. Remaining here, you may lose all; departing, You save the better part of what is left, To both of us, and to such loyal hearts As yet beat in these kingdoms. Sal. The time presses. Sar. Go, then. If e'er we meet again, perhaps Zar. fobey'd Sal. (striving to conduct her). Nay, sister, I must be Zar. I must remain-away! you shall not hold me. What, shall he die alone?-I live alone? Sal. He shall not die alone; but lonely you Have lived for years. Zar. That's false! I knew he lived, And lived upon his image-let me go! justified in complaining. And even in Greece,-in those times when Myrrha's character must have been formed.to be a captive, and subject to the captor's pleasure, was accounted a misfortune indeed, but could hardly be regarded as an infamy. But where is the critic who would object to an inaccuracy which has given occasion to such sentiments and such poetry?" Heber.-L. E. (2) "It is impossible to read this speech without a conviction that it was written at Lady Byron." Gall.-P. F. |