To quell the machinations, and I lay When even thine own's in peril? Must I stay to number Let me go; Give me thy signet-trust me with the rest. Sar. I will trust no man with unlimited lives. When we take those from others, we nor know What we have taken, nor the thing we give. 291 Sal. Wouldst thou not take their lives who seek for thine? Sar. That's a hard question-But I answer, Yes. Cannot the thing be done without? Who are they Whom thou suspectest?-Let them be arrested. Sal. I would thou wouldst not ask me; the next moment Will send my answer through thy babbling troop Of paramours, and thence fly o'er the palace, Trust me. Sar. Thou knowest I have done so ever; Sar. Name it. 300 [Gives the signet. I have one more request. That thou this night forbear the banquet In the pavilion over the Euphrates. Sar. Forbear the banquet! Not for all the plotters That ever shook a kingdom! Let them come, And do their worst: I shall not blench for them; 310 Nor rise the sooner; nor forbear the goblet; Nor crown me with a single rose the less; Nor lose one joyous hour.-I fear them not. Sal. But thou wouldst arm thee, wouldst thou not, if needful? Sar. Perhaps. I have the goodliest armour, and A sword of such a temper, and a bow, And javelin, which might furnish Nimrod forth: A little heavy, but yet not unwieldy. And now I think on't, 'tis long since I've used them, Even in the chase. Hast ever seen them, brother? 320 Sal. Is this a time for such fantastic trifling ? If need be, wilt thou wear them? Will I not? Sar. Will not be ruled with less, I'll use the sword Till they shall wish it turned into a distaff. Sal. They say thy Sceptre's turned to that already. Sar. That's false ! but let them say so: the old Greeks, Of whom our captives often sing, related The same of their chief hero, Hercules, Because he loved a Lydian queen: thou seest 330 No; Each calumny they can to sink their sovereigns. I would not give the smile of one fair girl For all the popular breath1 that e'er divided A name from nothing. What are the rank tongues 2 340 Of this vile herd, grown insolent with feeding, That I should prize their noisy praise, or dread Their noisome clamour? Sal. You have said they are men; As such their hearts are something. Sar. So my dogs' are; And better, as more faithful:-but, proceed; 1. [Compare 2. [Compare "The fickle reek of popular breath." 350 Childe Harold, Canto IV. stanza clxxi, line 2.] I have not flattered its rank breath." Childe Harold, Canto III. stanza cxiii. line 2. Compare, too, Shakespeare, Coriolanus, act iii. sc. 1, lines 66, 67.] Of mortal misery, but rather lessen, The fatal penalties imposed on life: But this they know not, or they will not know. I have, by Baal! done all I could to soothe them : I interfered not with their civic lives, I let them pass their days as best might suit them, Sal. Thou stopp'st Short of the duties of a king; and therefore Sar. They lie.-Unhappily, I am unfit The meanest Mede might be the king instead. 360 Sal. There is one Mede, at least, who seeks to be so. Sar. What mean'st thou -'tis thy secret; thou desirest Few questions, and I'm not of curious nature. Ingratitude? 1 370 Feel who feels not 381 Sal. I will not pause to answer With words, but deeds. Keep thou awake that energy Which sleeps at times, but is not dead within thee, 1. [Rode. Winter's wind somewhat more unkind than ingratitude itself, though Shakespeare says otherwise. At least, I am so much more accustomed to meet with ingratitude than the north wind, that I thought the latter the sharper of the two. I had met with both in the course of the twenty-four hours, so could judge."-Extracts from a Diary, January 19, 1821, Letters, 1901, v. 177.] And thou may'st yet be glorious in thy reign, As powerful in thy realm. Farewell! [Exit SALEMENES. He's gone; and on his finger bears my signet, 390 I have loved, and lived, and multiplied my image; 400 Acts of this clay! "Tis true I have not shed If they rebel, 'tis because I oppress not. Oh, men! ye must be ruled with scythes, not sceptres, And mowed down like the grass, else all we reap Is rank abundance, and a rotten harvest Of discontents infecting the fair soil, Making a desert of fertility.— I'll think no more.- -Within there, ho! Sar. Enter an ATTENDANT. 410 Slave, tell 420 The Ionian Myrrha we would crave her presence. MYRRHA enters. Sar. (apart to Attendant). Away! (Addressing MYRRHA.) Thou dost almost anticipate my heart; Beautiful being! It throbbed for thee, and here thou comest: let me In absence, and attracts us to each other. Sar. What is it? Myr. I know there doth, but not its name: In my native land a God, Sar. 430 [MYRRHA pauses. There comes For ever something between us and what My Lord! Sar. My Lord-my King-Sire-Sovereign; thus it is For ever thus, addressed with awe. I ne'er Can see a smile, unless in some broad banquet's Have gorged themselves up to equality, 440 Or I have quaffed me down to their abasement. them; That is, I suffered them-from slaves and nobles; In those for whom I have felt most, and makes me And share a cottage on the Caucasus 450 |