Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MASTER OF PALMYRA, by ADOLF VON WILBRANDT First Line: I've lost my way - no tree, no spring; naught else Last Line: (curtain.) Subject(s): Palmyra, Syria; Roman Empire | ||||||||
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ APELLES, the "Master of Palmyra" LONGINUS, his friend PAUSANIAS, the Lord of Death, a symbolic figure PUBLIUS SATURNINUS, a Roman general TIMOLAUS JULIUS AURELIUS VAHBALLAT SEPTIMIUS MALKU Noble citizens of Palmyra JAMBLICUS, son of Longinus HERENNIANUS, leader of the Christian community in Palmyra NYMPHAS, grandson of Apelles SABBAEUS, an insurgent against the Christian rule AGRIPPA, a Christian, citizen of Palmyra, son of Jarchai MAEONIUS, an old man FIRST CITIZEN OF PALMYRA SECOND CITIZEN OF PALMYRA The FIRST CITIZEN is afterward known as JARCHAI SLAVE OF APELLES AN OLD MAN A BLIND MAN A VOICE BOLANA, mother of Apelles ZOE, a Christian enthusiast PHOEBE, a Roman girl PERSIDA, sister of Herennianus TRYPHENA, daughter of Persida ZENOBIA, a prophetess SLAVE OF BOLANA A WOMAN Priests, soldiers, people of all classes, male and female slaves PLACE: In or near Palmyra. Time of the Roman Empire before and after Constantine. ACT I In the desert near Palmyra. Complete desolation; low yellow cliffs shut in the background and make a sort of cave, before which a rough slab of rock is arranged as a resting-place. SCENE I ZOE enters left, in simple white costume, a veil or kerchief round her face. She walks languidly as if exhausted. Looks dully about. ZOE. I've lost my way.No tree, no spring; naught else But dreary solitude. My limbs are faint, And with the burning glare of yellow sand And steely heavens mine eyes grow dim; nor yet Do I behold Palmyra.Here I'll rest. [Sits down on the bench of rock.] O soundless desert! all thy waves are sleeping. Each living thing is still, except the eagles That circle noiseless in the sea-blue air As if they sailed to distant shores unseen, Like mighty beings whom no thirst consumes, No weariness weighs down.O heavenly spirits! Should such be passing o'er this desert sea Be near me, waft me coolness with your wings, Make strong my heart and guide me on my way. A pale, sick WOMAN and a blind and feeble OLD MAN, both ill-clad, enter left, walking painfully. The WOMAN leads the OLD MAN, who coughs feebly from time to time. The WOMAN carries some half-withered flowers which she lays on the ground near the bench; then with arms crossed she bows deeply toward the cliff. WOMAN (somewhat impatiently). You too must bow. OLD MAN. What, are we there? WOMAN. Have I Not told you so? (Raising her voice.) Come forth, oh Cavern- Dweller. Where art thou? BLIND MAN (coughing). Come, ah come! ZOE (in surprise). Whom do ye call? WOMAN (looking distrustfully at ZOE). The aged hermit here. ZOE (gazing about in astonishment). What, mid these rocks? WOMAN (more confidentially). Were you no stranger, you would hardly ask. Hermits inhabit the Egyptian desert Amid the rocks, and so does this man here. (More softly.) Yet do the wisest people of Palmyra Think him no mortal, but a mighty spirit, The Lord of Life. Seldom he shows himself; And if he will not, we must needs go back. Then too, alas! instead of him may come The other, the Black Spirit whom we hate, (Yet more softly.) The Lord of Death. ZOE (smiling incredulously). You deem so? WOMAN (pushing the blind man). Call him, you. BLIND MAN (coughing, in a weak voice). Come Lord, ah come. WOMAN. He's chirping like a cricket. [She bows again deeply, with crossed arms.] Appear! oh Lord of Life, to us poor mortals. SCENE II PAUSANIAS steps suddenly from behind the cliff, as out of a cleft. He is pale, shrouded in black from head to foot. PAUSANIAS. What would you here? While all Palmyra else Is thinking only of her warrior band, Who fight for you against the Persian host, What seek you for yourselves? WOMAN (bending even more deeply). Great Lord, oh give Some remedy, some blessing, some enchantment So that I die not. I am sick; thou seest it PAUSANIAS. I see. WOMAN. My suffering! My sore disease! The doctors say: There's nothing that can help you, Submit. But I have crawled here painfully And slowly, almost dying on the way. PAUSANIAS. And yet, oh strange and miserable creature, You still would live, you crave not for relief From this your great distress and tribulation? WOMAN. One yet would gladly live, oh Lord. And death Is dreadful. PAUSANIAS (to the OLD MAN). Well, and you, so old and blind? OLD MAN (coughing). Give but a remedy, that we may live. PAUSANIAS. Fools! ye none the less must perish, Perish as your fate ordains. Think you that the Lord of Being Is so lavish of the holy Precious gift of life, that he Lets it molder in such rotten, Brittle and corrupted vessels? Know, the withered leaf must fall That the new may bud and burgeon! BLIND MAN. That is hard!And yet they say To some lucky man or other Life immortal may be given. PAUSANIAS (sternly). Might I rule, 'twould fall to no man. One, however, shall attain it: Only one by God's high pleasure, No one else may gain this goal. WOMAN. Lord, where is he? Lord, when comes he? PAUSANIAS. E'en today. WOMAN. What, hither? PAUSANIAS. Hither. WOMAN. I am here. PAUSANIAS. But 'tis not you. (To the OLD MAN.) No, nor you. Be off!So many On the battle-field today Died in combat with the Persians, Young men in their bloom,and you, Withered leaves, would you not fall? Go! WOMAN (staring at him, suddenly cries out). Alas! BLIND MAN. What is't? WOMAN (whispers, trembling). The Lord of Death it was that spoke with us. We must fall then, we must perish. BLIND MAN. We must perish! WOMAN. Yes, 'tis he. I did scan him, and I knew him; With his pale eyes coldly gazing How he pierced me to the heart! We must perish PAUSANIAS (commandingly). Get ye back To Palmyra! OLD MAN (trembling, coughing). Yes, we're going. [The two, hand in hand, slink out, left, without looking back.] SCENE III PAUSANIAS. Pitiable slavish creatures, Dust-born children of mankind! Like to limpets of the ocean Fastened on a slippery rock, So they cling to bare existence; Suffer and endure, but die not. ZOE (who has risen and turned back, steps forward; quietly). Nay, not all. PAUSANIAS. What, thou so young a maiden, Thou fear'st not death? ZOE. Not I. PAUSANIAS. Well said. So vaunt A many, proud or spiritless; but trust me, 'Tis light to say what scarce can be made good. From behind the rock there steps, as did PAUSANIAS, a noble-looking OLD MAN, with white hair but with a fresh youthful countenance, clad in yellow of the color of the desert. PAUSANIAS. Ask him! ZOE. Who is he? PAUSANIAS. Mightier he than thou. The wise man whom Palmyra's fools were seeking. [The OLD MAN, with mild and friendly mien, advances toward ZOE, who bows reverently before him.] OLD MAN. Thou wanderest from Damascus through the desert. What drives thee to Palmyra? ZOE (simply and quietly). God's decree. I go to preach the tidings of salvation. OLD MAN. Unto the heathen? ZOE. Yes. OLD MAN. A Christian? ZOE. Yes. OLD MAN. The Spirit drives thee? ZOE. Thou hast said. OLD MAN. Thou fear'st not To face these heathen? What if they should spurn And hate thee? What if they destroy Thy tender life with stones? ZOE. God's will shall guide Both hearts and stones alike. OLD MAN. And what if God Should prophesy unto thee by my lips That thou today shalt stain with maiden blood Palmyra's earth? Should tell thee that thine eye Must needs be quenched in darkness ere the night, If thou Palmyra seest? ZOE. I dread.And yet I wish to see it, father. Then ere day I'll be in Paradise. OLD MAN. If some false dream Should cheat thy credulous soul? Should'st thou sleep on And never waken? ZOE (staring at him). Wherefore questionest thou My soul so deeply?Thou! who art thou, then? [Soft mysterious music. ZOE listens astonished, but with visibly wearied senses and the look of one gradually falling asleep.] ZOE. The air breathes music.In mine ear 'tis day; But night comes o'er mine eyes. My soul is bright And dark. [Sinks back on the stone bench, in such a way that PAUSANIAS is standing at her head and the OLD MAN at her feet. She closes her eyes.] ZOE. What happened to me? Who art thou? OLD MAN. I?Though I should wish to tell thee, Thou could'st never understand it, Or thy spirit comprehend. O thou spirit, born to die PAUSANIAS. Thou must perish ZOE (repeating as in a dream). I must perish. OLD MAN. Yet shalt thou behold a wonder. [Trumpets and horns at some distance; first a short note like a signal, then a swelling fanfare. ZOE listens, slightly raising her head, but with her eyes more and more tightly closed.] OLD MAN. Hear'st thou, maiden? ZOE. Horns are sounding. War-notes. PAUSANIAS. Victors home-returning. MANY VOICES (behind the scenes). Hail the Conqueror! Hail Apelles! ZOE. Now they're calling. PAUSANIAS. "Hail the Conqueror! Hail Apelles of Palmyra!" OLD MAN. Aye, Apelles of Palmyra! Come, and let thy spirit's portals Open! Let thy proudest wishes Fly forth boldly like to eagles! VOICES (as before, but nearer). Hail the Conqueror! Hail Apelles! APELLES (behind the scenes). Silence! Leave me! Praise the gods! Home! PAUSANIAS. He's coming! OLD MAN. Let him come then! [Draws a yellow veil from his head and lays it over ZOE's face.] Let his eye see no one here, (To ZOE.) Neither thee, nor him, nor me! SCENE IV ZOE seems to sleep, with the OLD MAN and PAUSANIAS motionless behind her to right and left. APELLES and LONGINUS enter right, in armor; APELLES in the prime of manhood, LONGINUS still a youth. The music ceases. APELLES (as he enters). This way, Longinus. LONGINUS. What's come o'er you, man? The others wait for you. APELLES. Well, let them go; They know the roads that lead into Palmyra Without my help. Look back of you. "The Cave Of Life" they call it. LONGINUS (looking around). 'Tis a dreary place. APELLES (pointing to the stone bench). You see yon naked block? 'Tis said that he Who sleeps and dreams thereon shall never die. (Smiling.) I'd like to prove it, friend. LONGINUS. A superstition O' the silly rabble! APELLES. Who can tell? You said Yourself that 'twas a miracle today How mid the throng of foes death found me not. "You are immortal!" you did shout. (Gaily.) And therefore I'd seek now if some god may not fulfil The saying of a man. LONGINUS. And would you then Live ever, on and on?Now in your eye The glow of victory gleams; the sunny goddess Of Fortune loves and showers on you her blessings; Butis she constant, think you? APELLES. Fortune? Fortune? I know life's burden. Fortune did but hold The ladder which with panting steps I mounted, Slow, patient, of good cheer; because for hardship I feel that I was formed, and bless the toil As I thereby am blest. Since Work and Pleasure Are twins, each living only in the other, I live in both, and they preserve for me The joy of being, even as sleep and waking Preserve the form of being. If those black mice, Trouble and Sorrow come to vex my state I know they serve grim Death, I hear them gnaw; But still my watchmen, those twin friends of mine, Stalwart and true, can fright the vermin off. LONGINUS. So you would fain live ever? APELLES. Everwhile This power of soul, and strength of arm are mine, To feel the joy of life and hold it fast! (Smiling again.) Which lures me to lie down here [He approaches the bench. The soft mysterious music sounds again. APELLES remains standing in bewilderment.] APELLES. What was that? Do you hear music? LONGINUS. I hear nothing. APELLES. Nothing? But still it sounds; nor far, nor near; within there, And yet outside.Why shrink or tarry? No; I've willed it and I'll do't. [Goes again to the stone bench; stands suddenly still as if bound.] Longinus! LONGINUS. Yes? APELLES (struggling against a sensation of dread). A force mysterious!Before my sight Is naught but air, and yeta giant arm Is stretched before my breast to hold me back, Letting me not come near yon bench of stone. (Summoning his courage, with raised voice.) What art thou, Force unseen? Why hinderest thou My strength of body and my manly will From here demanding of the gods my fate? OLD MAN (without moving). That which hinders, fain would warn thee. Search thy will, and see thou ask not What may prove to be thy bane! APELLES (after listening in astonishment and confusion). Hark, Longinus! LONGINUS. What's the matter? APELLES. Did you hear it? LONGINUS. I? APELLES. Yes, you. That strange voice, so faryet near. LONGINUS. I heard nothing. APELLES. Yet I heard it. Words I caught, but they resounded In the hollow of my ears, Flying off like birds nocturnal Ere their voice was understood. Hark! OLD MAN (as before). Apelles of Palmyra! APELLES. Clearly am I called by name. OLD MAN. Have a care! For what thou seekest, Thou, and thou alone, shalt win So the Almighty hath decreed, If thou will'st it. But beware! Endless life may only be Endless time for vain repenting. So beware! APELLES. I hear thee now, Voice of one that warns unseen; But thou warnst in vain. A mighty Blessing cannot grow a curse. Naught deters me; no, not even This thy threat. Ye Powers Exalted! Masters over death and life, Give but certainty that neither Soul nor body shall grow weary, And I press the gift of life Ever, bridelike, to my heart. OLD MAN. Good! 'Twill be as thou desirest. For the Lord of Life has heard thee, And he holds thee to this earth. APELLES. Clearer! Louder! From the distance Hearing, scarce I comprehend. OLD MAN. Marked in forehead thou shalt wander, Waking without sleep of death ZOE (repeating, as in a dream). Waking without sleep of death APELLES. Words! Mere words! I cannot grasp them. OLD MAN. Thou to all the sons of earth As a picture, an example That shall preach the lore of death, Clear the mystery of living. From this blessing, grown a curse, Thou shalt never find redemption, Till thy spirit(Is silent.) ZOE (as before). Till thy spirit OLD MAN. Dark in silence is the end. Go and live thou! PAUSANIAS. Go and live thou! APELLES (after a pause). Stillness.Did you hear no voice? LONGINUS. None.You're dreaming. APELLES. A mad dream. Like a promise 'twasbut doubtful. Hearing, I could not be sure. "Go and live thou!" was the end; "Go and live thou!" 'twas repeated. (With a forced smile, rousing himself.) We'll be off, then. Come, let's go! AURELIUS (calls, behind the scenes). Good Apelles! SEPTIMIUS (ditto). Ho! where are you? LONGINUS. Hark, they're calling! APELLES. Yes, our friends. Fare you well then, wonder-cavern. "Go and live!" is now the word. (Smiling.) Good, I've heard and will obey it. To Palmyra, friend Longinus! [Exit left, pulling LONGINUS with him.] ZOE (dreaming). To Palmyra OLD MAN (to ZOE, solemnly). Follow him! Traveling on thy journey death-ward, Showing him the path of fate. Thou that givest life so lightly For thy dream of joy celestial, In the name of the Almighty, To a wondrous work I call thee, Servant of the Eternal Will. Thou shalt come again, but not In this form, for thou shalt pattern Life eternal ever changing. Him to lead and to enlighten Who in self would fain persist. Wander thou from form to form, Eager spirit, quick to alter! Going forward, though at random, And in every transformation Meeting him as new and strange, Thou unknown and he unknowing, Till God's purpose be accomplished. [Takes the veil from ZOE's face.] Eye, awaken! Dream, depart! In the hour of fate appointed Dimly shalt thou dream this dream. Blindly o'er the sand thou wentest, (Pointing.) Seek Palmyra with the others. Go to perish! PAUSANIAS. Go to perish! [The OLD MAN and PAUSANIAS disappear; the music ceases.] ZOE (murmuring). Go to perish [Awakens suddenly; starts up and stares all about her.] Was I here? Did I sleep? and dream?I dreamt, sure. (Recollecting.) Of Apellesof my spirit [Stares helplessly into space, lifting her hand to her forehead.] It has left me.Daylight fair All around; within here darkness. (As in a dream.) "Seek Palmyra with the others" With what others? Who commanded? [Makes a few steps and takes her bundle from the rock bench.] But how strong my wearied limbs are! Throat and spirit fresh as morn. Thanks! thou pleasant place of resting, Fare ye well, ye lovely dreams! [Trumpets and horns from the left far off. ZOE glances in the direction of the sound.] There they go then,"Seek Palmyra With the others."Lord, I follow, And commend me to Thy will. [Exit left.] [The next three scenes contain nothing pertinent to the main action of the play. In Scene V Bolana, the devoted mother of Apelles, is discovered in front of her house in Palmyra, anxiously waiting for news of the battle. Scene VI introduces Timolaus, the old cynic, who has a bad word for every one except his idol Apelles. The Seventh Scene brings Apelles back in triumph. First he is publicly thanked by the Roman general Saturninus as chiefly responsible for the day's victory over the Persians. Saturninus also mentions that the hero, with his friends Aurelius Vahballat and Septimius Malku, have supplanted the previous weak and unjust government of Palmyra by one based on the consent of the people. Apelles, in returning thanks for his honors, tells that he is of mixed Greek and Syrian blood; on the Greek side a lover of art and an architect, on the Syrian a patriot devoted to the honor of his city Palmyra. The Roman general then decrees that the spoils of victory shall be devoted to a temple of Fortune, which Apelles, the "Master of Palmyra," is to build on a site in full view of his house. After the general's departure the ambitious Vahballat says to Apelles that he supposes they will stand together to preserve their leadership. "To preserve freedom, you mean," answers Apelles. From Timolaus we have learned that Malku is a miser. At the end of the scene Apelles is finally left alone with his mother Bolana.TRANSLATOR.] SCENE VIII (As in the three previous scenes) An open square in Palmyra. Left, the house of APELLES, a stone bench before the door. In the right foreground a small olive hedge, behind it the lofty entrance-door of a pillared hall which retires into the wings. In the background several palms on a slight elevation to which steps lead up; still further back is visible part of the city wall and above it a bare, moderately high range of mountains. APELLES and BOLANA alone. PAUSANIAS steps out on the elevation from the right. He is in Græco-Syrian dress like the others, but with black turban-like head-gear and strikingly pale face. BOLANA. You're coming home now, son? APELLES. You see I'm here. BOLANA. Yet not in spirit here. APELLES. I'm with my fortune, Both present and to come. [Looks again toward the site of the future temple; sees PAUSANIAS.] APELLES (aside). Who's that stands there? Whence did he come? Just now I noticed no one. (Goes to BOLANA.) What else, impatient mother, would you have Than me in quiet here? BOLANA (diffident and hesitating). I want to kiss you, And then to beg you come. APELLES. Within? BOLANA. Why, don't you Need any rest then? APELLES (smiling). No. BOLANA. Your wounds? APELLES. Nor they. Don't call them "wounds" so proudly, they're but scratches And will alas! I fear me, leave no scars That might recall the exploits of this day. BOLANA. Then come and rest. APELLES. Oh, later, mother, later. BOLANA. Do spare yourself. APELLES (smiling). The ancient mother-song. BOLANA. You'll kill yourself unless you spare yourself APELLES (gently embracing her). There, mother, mother. Kill myself? What I Who'd live forever, and hate nothing more Than that grim bloodless enemy of man, The rascal, Death? [PAUSANIAS moves and comes slowly nearer.] I'd gladly shun him, mother, Save than I fear him not. Who e'er begins To fear this foe, he ceases then to live. Come, mother, do not sigh. Who is so happy As you and I are? Life soars up for us Toward heaven and with carol of a lark Foretells us happy days. Just leave me here And let me hearken all that he predicts, Then will I come insideand spare and rest me. Go, mother, you go first. (Kisses her.) BOLANA. You should go now (Submitting.) Still, as you like. [He goes with her to the door; she embraces him again.] My everything! [Goes into the house. PAUSANIAS has meanwhile sat down on the bench before the house. APELLES advances again.] APELLES. Good mother, Tell me, who's sitting there?An unknown guest. Why do you rub your leg? PAUSANIAS. 'Tis itching still From the bad words that you've been throwing at me. APELLES. Strange fellow, I at you? And when? PAUSANIAS. Erewhile. But don't you know me? APELLES. Yes, I know you now. You were in camp outside there on the night When we were stationed opposite the Persians, Waiting the dawn. Around the fire were seated Many young warriorsRomans and Palmyrans Who listened as you played upon the lyre And sang, too, as you played. The tune was eerie, Straight to the marrow through the flesh it stole, And seemed to breathe along the skinyet somehow, I can't tell how, it pleased me. PAUSANIAS. That I noted. APELLES. And others even more. PAUSANIAS. They're lying now Stretched on the sand, where they hear no more music. APELLES (startled). What are you saying, man? Whoever hears Your lyre with joy PAUSANIAS. Is hearing his last song; For what they sing who come to bury him, That slumbers in his ear. APELLES. You bloodless visage, Who were you, then? PAUSANIAS. He whom you hate, my friend, "The rascal, Death." APELLES (after a pause). You sit there on the bench Before my door, and guests one may not scorn; Therefore I'll use no unkind word with you. PAUSANIAS. Much thanks. APELLES. But not from fear. PAUSANIAS. I know that well. APELLES. Why grace me with this visit then? PAUSANIAS. Because So haughtily and boldly you detest me, As few do of your kind. Of course, my friend, I've seen a-many clinging to the light; But at the last a time came when the load Of life weighed heavily upon their breast, Till they groaned out: "Come hither, Night and Death, And roll away this stone." For harder then Was life to them than death. APELLES. Pale ghost of night, Whose joy is but to slay, you cannot feel The magic strength, the holy glad desire That glows through me to clasp life to myself. If in thy stead the Lord of Life stood here He whom today I sought, but found him not And offered endless being on this earth, Here in this body, ne'er to be your prey, I'd answer: "Give it me!" PAUSANIAS. A haughty word. APELLES. A true man's word. PAUSANIAS. Give heed; he'll come perhaps And take you at your boast. But otherwise SCENE IX 1ST CITIZEN (outside, left). Come, let her speak no more. Away with her! 2D CITIZEN (ditto). No, let her speak and tell us of salvation! Don't be confused, but speak! APELLES. What's all this noise And strife after so hard a day? ZOE (outside). Ye men And women of Palmyra! 1ST CITIZEN (outside). No, be still there! Out with her from Palmyra, from our town! MOB (outside). Out with her! Out with her! 1ST CITIZEN. Out with the Christian! Or stone her, stone her! 2D CITIZEN. We will save you yet! This way! This way! [SECOND CITIZEN and others hurry past from left, dragging ZOE with them. FIRST CITIZEN and a great mob rush after them.] APELLES. What's here? Whom hunt ye so Along our streets? 2D CITIZEN. Help her, Apelles, help! 1ST CITIZEN. Away with her! Seize her! MOB (confusedly). Away with her! Strike her to earth! APELLES (with mighty voice). Stand back! That man is dead Who dares to touch her!I, Apelles, son Of Hermes, say it. I protect her here! [General silence.] APELLES. Who are you, maiden? 2D CITIZEN. Hail, most noble sir! This maiden APELLES. 'Tis herself I ask.Say on. Who and whence are you? ZOE (softly, with modest dignity). Zoe is my name. I come here from Damascus through the desert. For when the spirit moveth me APELLES. What spirit? The wild enthusiasm of Nazareth That still unwearied wanders through the world, From town to town, from door to door, and bears A tale of sin and godhead crucified, Preaching damnation unto all who doubt? ZOE. We do but what the Holy Spirit's voice Within commands us. We receive salvation That we may preach it; only stones keep silence. In fear and trembling all the sons of men Long for the revelation, are athirst For freedom from the fetters of this world And for the bliss that waits the sons of God. And who can bring, shall that one hesitate Because it vexes him or him? APELLES. We hold Here in Palmyra to the elder gods And do not call to you. In all the towns O' the Roman Empire ye have spread abroad, But in our desert land ye do not thrive. Then stay outside! Preach, multiply and grow Like grains of cornonly within our walls Leave us to serve in peace the elder gods! 1ST CITIZEN. That's what I say. APELLES (imperiously). Be still! ZOE. What is Palmyra? 'Tis not alone the wise, the fortunate; For sorrow and affliction walk your streets, And anguish of the soul that yearns for balm. To these I come here, as the Lord commands me. Will you forbid my coming? APELLES. Marvelous creature: So young and earnest; fair yet strange to earth. You, maiden, to my thought should rather marry Than roam unwed, a pilgrim through the world. ZOE. We each must live, methinks, as 'tis ordained. Who weds, must learn to please a mortal bridegroom; Who doth not wed should suit her life to please The holy will of Heaven. The Lord hath called, And shall not I obey? APELLES. A woman, weak. ZOE. 'Tis not alone the strong, the wise are chosen; They that seem weak and foolish to the world Are called of God, that they may turn to shame The wise and strong.Yet, pray you, be not angry At what I say. APELLES (haughtily). No. What are you to me? Beware though of the others. Ye are grown Too great in the realm, both emperor and people Are threatening, if ye learn not to be still. ZOE. I know: a new decree of blood hangs o'er us; The Emperor Diocletian is about To raise his sword against us. Yea, the heathen Wax angry with us, as they learn to fear us; But we fear nothing. They may battle with The Lamb, and yet the Lamb will overcome them. God is with us! 1ST CITIZEN. Who are you, to blaspheme? Vagabond! Hussy! Keep your tongue in order! ZOE (with a questioning look at APELLES). This man protects me. APELLES. Yes, but have a care. Try not, as Christians do, with scorn and pride To rouse the lion, that he rend the lamb; Make not yourself a sacrifice. A lamb Is easily slain ZOE. 'Tis well. I fear it not. (Laying her hand on her arm.) This is but dust. The Children of the Lord Have never loved their lives even till death; Therefore are they with God. APELLES. Unthinking girl! Do you cast off this present life so lightly For that which none has known? your blossoming youth, The strength and fairness of your limbs; eye, ear And feeling, thought and love but for a dark Fancied "Perhaps?" ZOE. It may be dark to you, Not me. (Turns from him.) Ye men and women of Palmyra, Follow and hear me! for the day will come. Leave off idolatry! Your gods are but Fanciful pictures, stone and bronze, not living, Not strength, or love, or hope, or yet compassion. They give no consolation in your grief, They offer not themselves to cleanse your sin, They let you perish in eternal death 1ST CITIZEN. Enough of blasphemy! Silence! 2D CITIZEN. No, speak on! ZOE. Why build ye temples? He who made the world Dwells not in houses that are made with hands. Nor dwells he in the gold-wrought images Which ye call gods; they are the work of men And melt away as ye. The temples, too, As many as ye build, shall fall APELLES. Enough! By thunderous Jove, enough! "The temples fall" What are you, miscreant, that you dare to scorn What you lack eyes to see and comprehend? Splendor of temples, glorious forms of gods, And noble art 1ST CITIZEN. Away with her! APELLES. Why do ye, Blind that you are, cry out on eyelids thus And shriek "Fall down!" because you cannot build? Away with you, ye enemies to this world! Ye timid lambs that mock at Cæsar's self, Ye shaven pale-faces with bloodless veins, Which yet are full of poison ZOE. Cease, Apelles! No more! APELLES. Away with you! Palmyra needs None of your like. Away from out these walls! 1ST CITIZEN. Apelles too condemns. Away with her! MOB. Out from Palmyra! [They seize her.] ZOE (tears herself free). No, I've done no wrong. (Drawing back from the oncoming mob and mounting the steps in the background.) Seize not on me, but purify your hands, Ye sinners! Are you clean? Is not Palmyra, Your boasted city, filled with every crime? The flesh your god, the body your true temple 1ST CITIZEN. Stone her! MOB (several). Aye, stone her! ZOE. Wherefore shout ye so, World-lust in heart, and blood-lust on your lips? Ye god-forsaken creatures,empty clouds Borne by the wind of chance MOB (confusedly). Make her be still! She shall not live! [A fresh mob comes from the wings right and left, above, partly armed with swords, bows and arrows.] ZOE. Ye savage waves of ocean That foam on high with shame ... The angels cry Woe, woe upon you for your evil deeds! And Babylon shall fall, Palmyra fall 1ST CITIZEN. Throw stones! Shoot arrows! Swords here! APELLES (pressing forward in the throng). Hold your hands! No further! MOB (both on and off the stage). She must perish! She must perish! [They lift stones and throw them; arrows fly from the wings to the stage.] ZOE. The Lord(Struck by an arrow, she sighs forth) Ah Saviour! (Collapses.) APELLES. Hold your hands!She's falling. Accursèd murderers! Which of you has struck her? [Forces the mob back, raises ZOE; her eyes are closed.] APELLES. Let no one touch her! [Half dragging her he brings her to the house. She lays a hand upon her heart and sinks from out his arms.] ZOE. I am dying; leave me. [The mysterious music of the earlier scenes begins again. ZOE opens her eyes and sees APELLES kneeling beside her. Her expression changes to a deep, mysterious look.] ZOE. 'Tis youas in my dream.Why blame the others? You gave me up and let them work their will. Yet God will punish you in what you covet: For the Lord of Life hath heard you, And to earth securely holds you APELLES (staring at her discomposedly). Who are you?So it sounded from the cavern. ZOE. Marked in forehead thou shalt wander, Waking without sleep of death. But I must die[Music ceases.] APELLES. No, if you are a spirit, 'Tis an illusion, and you cannot die. ZOE (gazing with transfigured look toward heaven). And then there was a voice went forth from heaven, Which said: 'tis finished.Oh ye martyred saints, As ye with sound of singing went to death, So I would sing. (Sings with firmer, then with weakening voice.) "Oh God, be thou my judge, And do thou guide my cause against this throng Unrighteous, and deliver me"(Dies.) [SECOND CITIZEN and others kneel down by her, some weeping, some covering their faces. APELLES stares at her as if unable to comprehend.] APELLES. By Zeus! But that is death. [PAUSANIAS, previously hidden in the crowd, now stands behind ZOE.] PAUSANIAS. It is. APELLES. Are you still here? PAUSANIAS. You have now what you wished for. Fare you well. [Turns to go.] AURELIUS (behind the scenes). Way for the governor Publius Saturninus! ACT II A room in the house of APELLES at Palmyra, adorned with frescoes and statues in the Græco-Roman style, joined by a row of pillars at the back to a second chamber, through the door of which one looks out into a small garden. Entrances (closed by tapestries) right and left; the second chamber has also entrances on both sides. In the front room is a table, set, and surrounded by beautiful chairs. [Scenes I and II, though witty, are merely introductory to the action. We learn that the time is some twenty years later, but just the day of the year when Zoe was killed. The Christians, under the Emperor Constantine, are in power, and Apelles' intimate, the politician Aurelius Vahballat, has joined the new religion. To the distress of his mother Apelles has brought from Rome as his mistress the beautiful Phoebe, with whom every one (especially the vain miser Septimius) is in love. In a prose scene, reminding one much of Falstaff, the cross-grained but keen-witted epicurean Timolaus rails at all in Palmyra except Apelles; at the end he brings Septimius into especial ridicule. Timolaus, Longinus, Aurelius and Septimius are on the stage at the beginning of the next scene.TRANSLATOR.] SCENE III (As in the two previous scenes) APELLES and PHOEBE enter from the second chamber; APELLES but little aged, more richly dressed than in Act I: PHOEBE in sumptuous Roman attire. The part is taken by the same actress who played ZOE; but in dress, in the arrangement of the hair, and in wordly appearance she looks as different as possible. APELLES. How? Is there war?What's wrong? PHOEBE. Septimius angry? Fie on you!Clear your looks! SEPTIMIUS. This fellow here, This quarrelsome PHOEBE. Hush! I will not hear of quarrels, Nor see your gracious countenance o'ercast. Quick, smile again, or else I'll turn my back This day upon Palmyra and be gone To my beloved Rome. APELLES. Look out! Septimius. Phoebe's in earnest. For this hour and more She only speaks of Rome, yearns for the Tiber, Rails at Palmyra as the Land of Shades And says we're all stark mad. PHOEBE. You are so, too. Jackals no doubt should live here, but not men; Here, where Palmyra like a dot of green Lies in a sea of sand, mid mountains bare And desolate as the ever-empty sky. "Show me a thing of beauty, my Apelles, A bit of Paradise," I said, "or else I'll die." What then? He leads me to a gorge Where like some ugly giants turned to stone Rise monuments of the dead: the burial-place Of the Palmyrans! That's your fairest sight, The eyelid of your eye!Alas, my Rome! Ah, what a fool am I! APELLES (somewhat vexed). You arein judgment. Learn first to know the magic of this desert, Where like a jewel-case Palmyra rests PHOEBE (with a charming gesture lays a hand on his lips). Stop! Not so serious. Why did you not stay In Rome? You were not there a year. They prized The "Master of Palmyra"he that built The temples and arcadesthey loved you well And bade you: "Stay!"Then why don't you go back? Why cleave here to the sand? APELLES. I love Palmyra And my good mother. (Embracing PHOEBE tenderly.) Ask no more. The wine! Why do we stand? Sit here and be our queen; And let this crown, to which our "desert sand" Gave birth, adorn your fair capricious forehead. [Takes a rose garland from the table and places it on her hair. They set themselves to the table; slaves wait upon them.] APELLES. Crown yourselves all! PHOEBE. And drink! I'll show you how. (To the slaves.) Take off the meats though! When I look at meat I see that we're but beasts; and for today We'll bear ourselves like mennay, like the gods. You all have eaten, though. (Smiling.) If you wish more, Take of these noble fruits, that smell so sweet And well might grace the table of the gods. Send out the meat! The slaves, too! Every one Shall serve himself; that is the high decree Of mighty Circe! AURELIUS. Circe, did you say? PHOEBE. So was I called in Rome erst: "the enchantress," Though all my magic was my merry mood, As it shall be today. (To the slaves, imperiously.) Be off with you! [APELLES gives a sign to the slaves, who depart through the second room right and left.] PHOEBE. Now we're in Fairyland; my reign begins. [Takes from a flower-vase a palm branch, which she raises as if it were a sceptre.] SEPTIMIUS. Then must we fear, fair Circe, you'll transform Us all. AURELIUS. To beasts. PHOEBE. Aye truly, whomsoe'er This wand shall touch, 'twill change at least his name. And first of all the grave philosopher, Who thinks but never speaks. (To LONGINUS.) How shall I call you? TIMOLAUS. Call him the pelican, pattern of all thinkers, The solemnest of sages. PHOEBE (laughs). Good. (Touches LONGINUS with the palm.) Be like The pelican, be worthy of your model! SEPTIMIUS. And I, enchantress? PHOEBE. What's the beast deserves You for its like? Only the handsomest, The noble horse. (Touches him.) APELLES. And I? PHOEBE. My desert lion Are you; my not too gentle lord and monarch, At whom I tremble. (Touches his hand, which she then kisses. To AURELIUS) But what name for you, The wise man of the state?The eagles look Down from on high TIMOLAUS (interrupting). No, let him be the stork, Lord of the frog-pond. What is wiser than The contemplative stork? Who on one leg Ponders: how will it end, will Constantine The Christian or Maxentius the heathen Be victor? If the one, I'll be a Christian; And if the other, heathen. [APELLES laughs.] AURELIUS (rising in anger). How, you nettle? You want to sting me?me, the city's lord? And you, Apelles, will you let this weed Mock me within your walls? PHOEBE. O Zeus! so angry AURELIUS. My patience is worn out. We've worn the name Of friends these many years, have he and I I mean Apelles; and I held the ladder To all his honors, helped him to his fame, Cloaked with the mantle of my dignity All that was doubtful. What's the thanks I get? He keeps here this tarantula to sting us Even me, the lord, Aurelius Vahballat And laughs and nods assent! APELLES (has risen, fighting with his indignation). You speak not well, Aurelius Vahballat. Free was ever The speech within my house; true wit I laugh with; But poisonous malice here was never hatched. You "held the ladder" for me? You, for me? Is your remembrance drunk?You cloaked for me "All that was doubtful"What was doubtful, pray? By the great Zeus, speak out. AURELIUS. I pray you, let us Not here APELLES. Where else? We've men of honor here, Such as you don't see everywhere. Speak out! What wrong did I commit? AURELIUS. Not wrong APELLES. And yet Not right. By Cerberus! speak out, or else I'll tear it from your throat. AURELIUS. You're mad with rage. I only meant the money, when you built More than had been intended; for the temple First of the Goddess Fortune at your door, Then for the colonnade APELLES. Go on! AURELIUS. And last For the six towers that reinforce the wall. APELLES. What man condemns my work? 'Tis good throughout And ornaments your city. AURELIUS. And it cost A fifth more than you reckoned APELLES. But it is A third more strong and beautiful, I got Never a penny more than was my due. Why were you silent then, and did not knit Your brows at me as now, nor yet accused Me of extravagance before the Council? AURELIUS. I was your friend. The Council and the people Had pressed you hard, grumbled, or angrily Demanded, "Pay yourself the extra share We did not bargain for." Therefore I hushed The matter up, not to annoy the Master, And got the money elsewhere as I could, And what was needed here saved there. So was I Your friend, (pointing to SEPTIMIUS) and he with me. APELLES. You acted wrongly, And I accuse you. I will not beg off A single penny, nor will I beseech For favor either you or yet Palmyra. Give here your false account, for I will pay My debt, the extra fifth. SEPTIMIUS. Have you your wits? You'll be a beggar. APELLES. Better be a beggar Than to become your debtorand your like. I've seen enough to gall me; I have watched The new-won freedom often in your hands Wrenched to the old misuse; I saw how deftly You swayed the sceptre, but I held my peace, For ancient friendship willingly forbears, And I bethought: we all are fallible. But to be false along with you, to take Favors from dirty hands? I'd rather creep Among the snakes or beg before the jackal. Give me the audit! What Apelles owes, That should he pay. So house and home farewell, Farewell the utmost farthing. I can then But say: Depart! This hand is clean, it took Nothing from yours and therefore owes you nothing. PHOEBE. O Zeus! You will not APELLES. Cease! My word is rock. (To AURELIUS.) You'll send to me at once and I will pay. AURELIUS. If you desire it. "Whom the gods destroy" But no, I'll not revile as you do. Have The last word; else, I fancy, you'll have nothing. I'll send to you, and your haughtiness will pay. Farewell! [Exit rear.] TIMOLAUS (aside to LONGINUS, dumfounded). The man is mad! LONGINUS (aside). But wise. PHOEBE. Alas! What is all this?Apelles, call him back! Apelles, let me teach you reason. APELLES (harshly). Hush! You know not what you say. (Goes toward the door, left.) LONGINUS. Where? APELLES. To my mother, To tell her this before another shall, Our pleasure is destroyed. Leave me, I pray, Until tomorrow! LONGINUS (pressing his hand). Then good-night. [Exit APELLES, left.] SEPTIMIUS. Longinus, I'm sore perplexed and troubled. LONGINUS. Let us go. [Beckons TIMOLAUS, who follows him hesitatingly.] TIMOLAUS (in going, aside). A noble man, but mad! LONGINUS (ditto, with a gentle smile). As mad as noble. One thought in two words. Come. [Both exeunt rear.] PHOEBE (holds SEPTIMIUS back as he starts to follow). No, you must stay. Desert me not, Septimius. Ah, ye gods, But what a stroke from heaven! SEPTIMIUS. I deplore him, My foolish friend Apelles.More than all though I pity you. PHOEBE. Then help him. SEPTIMIUS. You have heard Whether 'tis possible. He thrust you out. Your lovely eyes are swimming still with tears. PHOEBE. How rough he was!Is all, is all then lost? SEPTIMIUS. Surely. PHOEBE. He passed for rich SEPTIMIUS. Yes, rich he was. A fifth of all the cost! PHOEBE. Poor as a beggar? SEPTIMIUS. Poor, if not quite a beggar; and at strife With one all-powerful to do him harm. PHOEBE. Was ever man so rashly proud?Apelles, Apelles! (Goes toward the door, left.) No, he'd only thrust me back. He leaves me here. He knows not if I live. And poor. Ye gods! Why, poverty is death. He lets me die here, even at his threshold. [Throws herself in a chair, weeps, covering her face with her hands.] SEPTIMIUS (with choking voice). I pray you, do not weep. I cannot bear it, It tortures me at heart. If I were not Apelles' friend, I'd fall here at your feet And tell you what I suffer; for the god O' the bow and arrows has undone me quite, And I'm defenseless. On my friend's behalf, Though sore he wronged me, yet must I be still. But do not weep, for then my heart mounts up As high as to my tongue. PHOEBE. Alas! Apelles. Alas! my Rome. SEPTIMIUS. Did you but call on Rome And not Apelles too, I'd seek to help you, And dare a word. Then would I say to you: What do you in Palmyra further, banished Here in this desert place, which grieves your eye And makes your heart feel homesick; where foes rule, Sorrow invades your house, and soon the Persian Perchance again will levy warfor he Learns never to keep peace. I therefore think I too may leave this land with all my treasure And take my way to your far paradise, The queen of cities, Rome. [She raises her head in surprise, looks at him in silence.] Would you come with me, I'd go at once. Tomorrow; yes, tonight; Soon as you will. Come with me! PHOEBE (after a short silence). You are base, And think I too am base, that you speak so. SEPTIMIUS (cautiously). Forgive. I meant it well. I said not how My heart desires you; let it break in silence! I think but: what of you? You that are made For pearls and roses, gold and happiness, As in the sand the vine will never flourish, So you in poverty must droop and die. And what then of Apelles? He but loved you Because you sang, you beamed with radiant joy, And laughed; when you begin to weep and wither, He'll go to others. Do not wait for that, But do you go to others [She starts and looks at him unwillingly. He goes on quickly.] Not to me. I spoke not of my heart, nor shall I speak. Only had you yourself said: let it speak, I'd have laid all before youall I am And all that I possessand you as empress Should have commanded all that I call mine. Of that I do not speak. Merely as guide Would I companion you to Rome, to save you. I'll come to you that hour when you shall call; Submissive, true as no man else on earth, And yet without a wish. SCENE IV APELLES has entered left, drawing back the curtain, and listening for a time in silent surprise, has not moved. He now advances. APELLES (with wrath still suppressed). So talks Septimius And Phoebe hears in silence. (PHOEBE starts.) No, be seated, And list to him yet further, till he says: Treachery is holy, faithlessness a virtue, Apelles but a beggar. PHOEBE. Sacred gods! Listen to me, Apelles. APELLES. Yes, I will; Not before him, though. (To SEPTIMIUS.) Wait until she calls, Then come and rescue her. (As SEPTIMIUS tries to speak.) If you say more, I shall forget how frank and true you are My very friend of friendsand strangle you Like to a Persian dog. Go dumbly out And write her what you think! [SEPTIMIUS goes toward APELLES as if to speak; at a beseeching gesture of PHOEBE he turns in silence and exit, right.] APELLES. And now to you, Oh Circe lost to shame. My heart you stole, And witched it to a cooing dove-like heart, That, fluttering round you, hung upon your finger And freely sprinkled with the dearest drops Of its warm blood that little snow-cool hand. You'd draw the hand away because the drops No longer flow red gold, but common blood? Because I now am nothing but this head And this right-arm to earn in daily toil By honest means an honest livelihood. What's honor, or my honor, though, to you? Or what am I? A statue made of sand, That pleased you for awhile because 'twas gilded; The gilding gone, I now am but the dust Which you will shake from off your fleeing foot To seek the man of gold. PHOEBE. Have you now chidden Me long enough, and can you hear a little? Apelles, churlish bear! what have I done? Have I been faithless to you? When you left me I wept for you alone here in distress, That you're so noble as to be a fool. If, helpless with despondency, I then Yielded mine ear to strengthening consolation Is that a crime? APELLES. Seduction then consoles. O woman! PHOEBE. He spoke honorably. APELLES. You think so? Innocent creature!Go to Rome, depart Hence with your man of gold! You shape of air, Of vapor wrought, and foam and fickleness. Cling to the solid gold, embrace it, cobweb, And let yourself be saved ere comes the storm! Farewell, farewell. My blessing go with you, The last thing I possess: hate that is born Of love, regret, compassion andcontempt! PHOEBE. How madly you do chide. I quiver, tremble, And yet I can't be angry with you. (Sinking before him.) Strike me, If I deserve it! Strike! I do deserve it, I heard of Rome, and thought: yes, flee to Rome! I would have dared to die for you, but oh My woman's blood shrinks at the thought of life After the brow is wrinkled. Oh Apelles, How weak a child you love! APELLES. I love you not. Stand up! PHOEBE. You love me still. You're trembling, and Your harsh-feigned voice is fighting with your tears. [Draws him down to a seat, while she remains on her knees.] PHOEBE. Sit down. Yes, that way. Now I'll kiss your hands And kiss your knees as wellmy Jupiter! Or no, my desert lion, wild and fearsome, Because you scold me so.Did I deceive you? At Rome 'mid kisses I did say: I'm fickle, Free I'll remain. Bethink, the day will come When Fortune shall take wing!What if that time Were here? [He seeks to rise; she detains him, kissing his hands again.] Oh no, it has not come.But tell me: What can I do? I am your chain, your sorrow; No more your bird, to sing your Fortune back. Besides, your mother hates me. (As he makes a movement.) Hush! I'll not Scold the good lady whom you love so much. Yet, why stay here, in the hot desert wind That wearies me and presses shut mine eyes E'en now, you see?Let's go then! Take me back To Rome! (Clasping him.) Rome! APELLES (shakes his head). Here I'm rootedand my mother. If that is all, depart! (Stands up and goes away from her.) PHOEBE (rises). What, rough again; The lion's thunder?Well then, we'll remain; In peace, though, and in unity. [Follows him; presses him softly down upon a couch, right; sits by him.] But smile! I am but as I am. What would you? Young, Yet early ripe; and early wont, a moth, To fly toward Fortune, and to fear and hate The groveling worm that mortal men call sorrow. And thereforebut I'm tiredyet one word more. I once was good, earnest as ye, all formed For thought, for virtue, wisdomwhat you will. Within my childish bosom often stirred The holiest feelingsstrangely, secretly, Like an inheritance from a former life I can't find words for it. But (hesitatingly) my mother's blood, Example and temptationKiss, forgive me That I'm this Phoebe that I am, just this one! APELLES (kisses her). 'Tis her I love, whether I would or no. But now your eyes are closing like the cups Of the convolvulus when the sun grows hot. PHOEBE (sinks upon his breast). Too hot it glows today.I'm like the children; When they have cried their fill, they fall asleep. Let me but slumber,so. APELLES (gazing at her, after a pause). She sleeps indeed. Yes, like a child. Fleeing away from sorrow To dreamland, now she's lying there; her breath Soft as a whispering wind, above her floats A perfume as of cedar. ... Yet so still And earnest, petrified in sleep, she's like The Christian from Damascus.Very strange, That two so different should be so like: As day from night, frivolity from holiness, World-love from martyrdom!But when she died The Christianand with mystic glance proclaimed "And thou shalt wake without the sleep of death " Or did the Lord of Life I summoned say it? Why does this sleeper, who intoxicates My heart, remind me of that child of death, As 'twere the selfsame spirit in both forms? My mother comes. SCENE V BOLANA enters, left, gray and much aged, with quiet melancholy, almost with embarrassment. BOLANA (as APELLES starts to rise). No, stay; don't wake her up. (With hardly perceptible bitterness.) Why trouble her for an old woman's sake? I will speak softly. But I'm urged, my child, To tell you of a thing that slipped my mind When with your evil news you frightened me APELLES (with lowered voice) What's that? BOLANA. I have a little country-place In Lebanon, near Heliopolis. An excellent soil it has. We'll sell it off, And it shall pay a portion of your debt. APELLES (touched, smiling). What, shall I rob you? Sooner die, dear mother. No, speak no more of that. BOLANA. My child, you've taken Already much from meand willingly. (With an uncertain glance at PHOEBE.) Nurture and love, I mean; for of my thoughts Your obstinate and independent soul Has taken naught since long. (Submissive.) Butas you will (sighing), For you know better. APELLES (smiling kindly). Stop; I'll come to you. [Stands up cautiously and gently, laying PHOEBE'S head on a pillow; then goes to BOLANA.] She sleeps on peacefully.Come, mother mine, Out of the bottom of my heart I long To pleasure you in all I do and am. But deep within me fiery moods prevail, Hunger for beauty, riddles of the heart, Which, like the wanderer's longing for his home, Increase and drag us on. BOLANA (a hand on her heart, yet controls herself). Child, so you say; And so it is, no doubt.I'll go again. (Aside.) Ah Zeus! APELLES. A word still, mother. You look pale. BOLANA. Child, I am old. APELLES. Unhappy too. BOLANA (shakes her head). Not greatly. And if I told you why I am so, child, You'd only scold. APELLES (smiling). Not greatly.What disturbs you? BOLANA (taking courage). She who lies there.I thought that Chryse's daughter Would rule as mistress here, that was my wish. 'Twas that which brightened like a star of hope The evening of my life.But the strong moods Drag you away.I go. (Goes to her door.) APELLES (shocked). You're jesting, sure. BOLANA. Not that I know. ExceptOh Zeus! [She sinks as in a faint; APELLES catches her.] APELLES. What is it? Oh mother, mother! [She revives a little, and points weakly to the door.] Come, I'll lead you in. The door swings back. Who's there? SCENE VI PAUSANIAS enters, left, in Greek costume, pale. PAUSANIAS. The doctor. APELLES. Help, then. Give her an arm(With sudden terror.) No, come no nearer! I Remember you. You spectre of destruction, Muffled within this garment, which deceived me I have not seen you since that fatal hour. What would you here today? [PAUSANIAS looks in silence toward BOLANA. APELLES, horrified.] My mother? PAUSANIAS. Hush! You'll wake the sleeper there.Your arm is trembling, You'll let the old dame fall. APELLES (collects himself and presses BOLANA, whose eyes are still shut, closer to his breast). No, I defy you. I'll wrest her from you yet, you foe to mortals. Don't touch her! PAUSANIAS. There's no need. Within are gnawing The "black mice" that you wot of. APELLES (shaken). Then I curse you, That joy so in destruction.I will chase Them off, and you as well. For mighty too Is a man's will.She is awakening. Mother! (Caressing her.) Come, come! I'll lead you. BOLANA (with a faint voice). Child! My own Apelles! APELLES. Yes, your Apelles. (To PAUSANIAS, with low but firm voice.) Back there from the door! I'm doctor herenot you. (To BOLANA.) Come on! I'll lead you. [Exit left with BOLANA. PAUSANIAS stands looking at the door. PHOEBE, who has already stirred, awakens.] SCENE VII PHOEBE (looking about). Where am I?Here.Apelles gone.Who stands there? [A SLAVE, who has come from the second chamber, right, approaches PHOEBE with a sealed scroll in his hand.] PHOEBE. What bring you, Lydus? SLAVE. 'Tis a scroll, my lady, Brought by a slave. For you. PHOEBE (takes the scroll, speaking low). Who is yon man, So pale? SLAVE (glances hurriedly toward him). The doctor.He departs. PHOEBE. Go you. [Exit SLAVE. PHOEBE opens the scroll.] Who sends me this letter? (Surprised.) Septimius! (Reads.) "Septimius to his mistress Phoebe: greeting and submission!The gods so ordain it that this very night I undertake the journey to our beloved Rome. Our ancient friendship Apelles has severed; honor commands me no less than sympathy to offer you yet again assistance to save you from a sea of undeserved sorrow. He who writes this desires nothing, neither thanks nor aught else, savew the uncertain glimmer of a distant hope. Five steps from here is my house; there I await you or your message." SCENE VIII LONGINUS enters right, in excitement which he seeks to master. It grows dark. LONGINUS. Where is Apelles? [PHOEBE does not notice him, but stares before her.] Only you.Forgive me: Why are you deep in thought? PHOEBE (looks at him). And why are you So gloomy and so moved? LONGINUS. On your account. Where is Apelles? PHOEBE (stands up). Speak. On my account? What has occurred? LONGINUS. 'Tis but what might occur. Let me inform Apelles PHOEBE (goes to him). No. Tell me That which concerns me so! LONGINUS. Aurelius threatens That noble man, all wrath and hate PHOEBE. He threatens? LONGINUS As guardian of this city and its morals He goes to bid the City Fathers make A notable example. PHOEBE (trembles). Speak! LONGINUS. They shall From out Palmyra banish you, he threatens; The man of virtue is sincerely shocked! But fear not. Trust Apelles; and yet he What is it? Whither will you go? PHOEBE. What! I? What was I doing? LONGINUS. That it is I ask. You wanderedas your eyes do still. Afraid? PHOEBE (seeking words). For himyes for Apelles. (Aside.) Help! ye gods. Is this an omen? Must I go? Then say so And end my misery! LONGINUS. What have you there All crumpled in your hand? PHOEBE (looks at the scroll; aside). Septimius' letter. That is the omen, for he asked me there. The gods have willedI must depart.Apelles! I to desert you? But the gods have willed; Even though my heart refuse.Would you but come Yet no; don't come, don't come! I must depart; Be it without farewell, farewell were death! LONGINUS (aside). What works in her, that she nor hears nor sees? She sighs. PHOEBE (aside). Farewell, farewell!My heart is heavy And yet in craven anguish it would flee. Farewell; forgive me! [Goes toward the back, tottering unsteadily. PAUSANIAS steps forward again from where he disappeared, stands between the pillars.] LONGINUS. Going? Where? PHOEBE (with broken voice). I know not. Say to Apelles [Her consciousness departs, she is about to fall. PAUSANIAS catches her; the letter falls from her hand, a shudder goes through her. Anxiously she opens her eyes.] Who are you? (More quietly.) The doctor. I thank you. (Tries to smile.) I am living. Let me go. (Frees herself from his arms. To LONGINUS.) Say to ApellesNo.I'll come again. (Aside.) Good-night, Apelles! [Totters out from the right, back. PAUSANIAS takes up the letter.] PAUSANIAS (aside). You'll not come again. LONGINUS. How is't with Phoebe? Whither will she go? SCENE X Enter APELLES left. APELLES (looking back, more cheerfully). She sleeps now, peacefully. [Advances, sees PAUSANIAS. Starting back.] You here still? Waiting? Where tarries Phoebe? PAUSANIAS (pointing away). Gone.But for this price You may retain your mother there within. [Holds out the letter to him. APELLES takes it, glances at it; the letter trembles in his hand.] APELLES (cries out). Gone with Septimius! PAUSANIAS (nods). Gone. LONGINUS. Speak, what has happened? APELLES. Monster, do you rejoice?She's left me, basely Deserted! Faithless! (With quivering voice.) 'Tis my life that's gone, My fortune, ecstacy.My light, my muse Her weeping was a song, her laugh a rapture; Her soul so gentle, and her heart so formed For every virtuesave for strength and truth. Then let her go! (With a gesture.) Away from out this breast With her my throbbing heart, and blood and life! [Throws himself on a couch; buries his face.After a pause LONGINUS goes to him and silently lays a hand on his shoulder. APELLES slowly lifts his head; gazes on PAUSANIAS, who is standing motionless.] APELLES. And does your stony eye demand, pale spirit, Whether this wounded bosom still desires To breathe forever and behold the day? Yes; I defy your question. Do not think I hesitate or tremble. In your teeth I summon life again; I seize it fast, And like Antaeus thrown on Mother Earth I raise myself the stronger from her breast. Yes, I will strive, will work, with sweat on brow And victory in heart, a man's true worth And life's true worth forever to declare! LONGINUS (listening in wonder). Well said; but whom conjure you? Why appeal So solemnly to the doctor here APELLES (controls himself, smiling). My spirit Has erred, it seems. Horror and grief. ... I wake now. (To PAUSANIAS.) What did you say? For this price I retain My mother there within. Good, be it so. Be that my comfort!Come, philosopher, Let's to my mother. PAUSANIAS (as the two depart, with muffled voice). We shall meet again. ACT III [As the dramatic movement of this act is very slow in starting, a large cut, including the first four scenes, has here been made. We learn from a letter that Phoebe died young, repentant of her sins, in the consolation of the Christian religion. Apelles has devoted himself to his art and to his mother, though he did not fulfil her wish that he should marry the daughter of Chryse. Some years after Bolana's peaceful death, Apelles became strangely drawn to a maiden named Persida, in whom he seemed to find the glorified spirit of Phoebe. Finally he married her, and at the time of Act III their daughter Tryphena is old enough to love and be loved by Jamblicus, the noble-spirited son of Longinus. But Persida and her daughter have become Christians, and Persida's brother Herennianus, a bigoted elder of the new sect, discovers Tryphena's attachment to the "heathen" Jamblicus and resolves to break it at all costs. Apelles, despite the request of his zealous wife, remains faithful to the older religion, but his "goddesses, Art and Wisdom," have permitted him to build a temple to the God of the Christians. He is therefore tolerated by the community. But Herennianus urges upon Persida that another heathen marriage will certainly be resented by the mob, which is under the influence of Jarchai, formerly a persecutor but now a fanatical leader of the Christians. When Persida asks, "What of Apelles?" her brother reminds her of a vow made on a sick-bed to leave her husband and enter a religious life. He assures her that this is the only way to atone for her sin of living with a heathen and assures her that "The hand of God shall wipe away the tears from out the eyes" of those who give up all for Him. Thus adjured, Persida leaves her home for the house of her brother, who has already entrapped the unwilling Tryphena. In the course of these scenes we learn that Septimius has died. Apelles is reconciled to Aurelius, now broken with age, who gives him the letter of Phoebe already mentioned. Persida, played by the same actress who appeared as Phoebe and Zoe, resembles the latter, but is more matronly and dignified. Timolaus appears in his regular rôle of ironic commentator. Apelles is represented as gray-haired but otherwise in full vigor. In the following scene we infer that Longinus has just been asking Apelles to let his daughter marry Jamblicus, the lover of her choice. Apelles has not learned that his wife and daughter have been taken from him.TRANSLATOR.] SCENE V The open square before APELLES' house as in the latter part of Act I; but altered: at the back, where previously was the rising ground with the palms, now stands a temple in the Grecian style; to the right, in place of the olive hedge, is a Christian basilica of the oldest type, seen in profile. Enter APELLES, LONGINUS and JAMBLICUS, from APELLES' house. APELLES (in conversation). What, you to doubt so of meyou, my friend? LONGINUS. Only because I thought APELLES (to JAMBLICUS). Did Persida Go out the door there? JAMBLICUS. Yes, 'twas she. APELLES (to LONGINUS again). You thought Your friend Apelles had become a woman, One who obeyed a master in his house! A calculating coward LONGINUS (smiling). Nay, but listen APELLES. I'll hear no more. This is my word, my last: Tryphena shall be his, if she desires it; She could not find a better; him I wish. And if the Christians came JAMBLICUS. As, take my word, They surely will, to hinder you APELLES. What! me? Is she not mine then? LONGINUS. Listen. We are clear Of self-deceit because we cherish wisdom; Let us be wise, that we may keep our freedom. He who makes too much noise will rouse the echo; Quiet and busy is the better plan. Are you resolved to give my son your child? APELLES. By Zeus! LONGINUS. Work softly then. We'll send them to A guest-friend at Emesa; they shall wed there, And he with money that he holds for us Shall care for them. Here meanwhile will be storm, Then wind, then quietude; for what is done Must be endured; the honor of your name Stands high here in Palmyra. And at last The two return togethertwo?perhaps A third along with them. APELLES (with a half-smile). How wise. For me Too wise, man. How my heart swells, when I think That basely I'm constrained to hide myself. To save my child's right and her father's right That, too, within the city of my fathers, Where once the Christian used to hide!But time, But time goes by, goes by.And so the heart Must wisely bow, nor make itself too great. LONGINUS. So 'twould be better. APELLES. Better.Yes. [Confused tumult behind the scenes, right.] What's that There in the Street of Pillars? Tumult LONGINUS. 'Tis As if I heard the shrill voice of old Jarchai, The wild fanatic. JAMBLICUS (goes toward the rear). Some one's fleeing hither Tryphena! SCENE VI Enter TRYPHENA. TRYPHENA (rushing in). Father, father, rescue me! [Sinks at his feet.] They followhark! They follow me to seize me. You, you must not forsake me! To your knees I cling and pray: oh father, save your child! APELLES. Were I your father if I did not shield you? Rise. Tell me what has happened. TRYPHENA. They have sought To force from me a vowI must forever Abjure the bridegroom of my heart, or else In a far country, far from you must perish. But rather will I die here at your feet Than yield to him. O save me! When they threatened, The voice of desperation cried out: Flee! And forth I fled, through all the mob that stood Outside I fled away and hasted hither, And now I'm here with you. APELLES. And in good care. Stand up. (Raises her.) Who dares so foully to constrain The daughter of Apelles? [The tumult has come nearer.] PERSIDA (behind the scenes). Spare her, spare her! She is my child. JARCHAI (behind the scenes). The Lord's child is she now, And would defy him. Enter JARCHAI and an excited throng, also PERSIDA and HERENNIANUS. (NOTE.JARCHAL, formerly the FIRST CITIZEN of Act I, is now white-haired and supported by a stick, but is not enfeebled.) JARCHAI. Look you, there she stands. 'Tis true! And there's the heathen she would wed, Standing beside her. She defies the Lord. Tear her away! APELLES. What's that you scream, old man? 'Tis I stand here, her father. JARCHAI. Heathen too! You have no word in this affair, for she's A Christian. Let her go. Herennianus, Why are you still? Speak out! HERENNIANUS. You hear, Apelles. The word of God has spoken by his mouth. Tryphena would defy the sacred law. Give her to me, the shepherd; and submit. APELLES (interrupting). I? Has the child no father then, or mother? There stands her mother Persida. Let her Speak the right word for you; a Christian she. HERENNI. Well, Persida, speak out! PERSIDA (struggling within herself, aside). Oh God! HERENNIANUS (more softly). You must. The Lord expects you to obey His will, Not that of men. Speak out! JARCHAI (comes nearer). Proceed, proceed! PERSIDA (with trembling voice, which gradually grows steadier). Come here, Tryphena. Yield unto the Lord And them who are His servants. And perform That which His wrath commands you. APELLES (after a blank pause, with difficulty). Persida! I did not hear aright. HERENNIANUS. You did. She spoke Just as she should. JARCHAI. In her the Lord has spoken. Do you come here, Tryphena! [The crowd grows gradually from right and left. APELLES' slaves have been coming one by one from the house.] APELLES. Persida! Do you then list to me. This child, who trembles Here in my armswhom you forsake and give An offering to your God of Wraththis life And blood of mine I'll hold (With a grim look toward JARCHAI.) despite yon jackal And all the Jarchais of this crazy earth. You I renounce, if you do me renounce; You must from out my bosom, if the Jarchais Command within your breast. Come here to me Away from him, or else let love and faith, Duty and happiness leave me with this breath. HERENNI. What would you? Why so sorely do you threaten, And solemnlyyou see how she is trembling? She follows but God's will APELLES. Are you her mouth? I spoke to Persida.Give answer! Are you Apelles' wife, Tryphena's mother, or The slave of Jarchai's slaves? (Pause.) Tell me! [PERSIDA, her hand on her heart, tries to speak, moves as if to go to APELLES; HERENNIANUS takes a step forward and checks her with a glance.] JARCHAI. She's dumb! The Lord has sealed her lips.Give here Tryphena To us! APELLES. You jackal! JARCHAI. Listen how the heathen Refuses us the Lord's child. Down with him! Tear her from out his arms there! CROWD (in wild confusion). Give her up! Give up Tryphena! PERSIDA (weakly). Hold your hands! [She sinks; HERENNIANUS holds her up in his arms. The crowd presses toward APELLES; JAMBLICUS steps forward to shield him and TRYPHENA.] APELLES (motioning JAMBLICUS back). Give me But a clear path.Come on! I yet have might To hurl the hate your barking rouses in me, And let it crash like lightning to your heart. Ye dogs without a master, that the simoon From o'er the sand makes madfor all that's holy In you turns frenzy hot as desert winds Come on, shatter on me your hollow skulls, So shall the craziness which drives you on Float off as vapor! [The crowd remains huddled some distance off, gives back a little.] JARCHAI (to the crowd). What! you'll leave to him A Christian maid?Tryphena, here to me! Here to your people! [TRYPHENA shrinks trembling into APELLES' arms.] See, she will not come, Defying the Lord's people.Seize her, seize her! HERENNI. Hold back there! PERSIDA (sinking from his arms). I am dying. A CITIZEN (from the midst of the crowd). Stone them! Stone them! APELLES. Who cries out "stone them?" That man I will kill With this bare hand. [Rushes madly at the crowd. All flee toward the rear; only PAUSANIAS remains. Dressed like the others, he has joined the crowd unseen.He gazes steadily and quietly at APELLES. APELLES, recognizing him, in his first surprise goes a step back.] APELLES. You spectre of the Pit, Are you too here? Crow, do you scent the victim? I am immortal, I am strong as you I am the Lord of Death. Then, fiend of hell, Down on your knees. [Seizes him violently and brings him down on one knee.] I fear you? No, I fear Nor Death, nor Life;not even Life I fear. Though Life a hundred times with rage and hate Should come, with howling madness and with grief, I would defy it, hold it, cling unto it, (Enfolding in his arms TRYPHENA, who flees to him again.) As I embrace this child.And you, sworn foe, I'd shake from me like dust. (To the terrified crowd.) Give place, or you I'll hurl to death, but me you cannot slay. Palmyra shall be yours; faith, hate and all. Give me but room to go. JARCHAI (timidly, as though stunned). He's talking wildly. PERSIDA (on the ground, sustained by several citizens). They're going.Saviour! HERENNIANUS (near her, softly). Expiate your sin. So saith the Lord: Be faithful unto death, And I will give to thee a crown of life. APELLES (to LONGINUS and JAMBLICUS). Come friends, let's go. There's no one who can stay. Within the land of Persia's king dwell men. There's room enough on earth yet. Come, Tryphena (after a glance at PERSIDA), Now doubly mine, all mine! [The timidly retreating crowd has made a wide lane for them. APELLES, TRYPHENA, LONGINUS and JAMBLICUS exeunt, left.] PERSIDA (as they go, aside). The hand of God Shall wipe away the tears from out their eyes. ... (Suddenly aloud.) Apelles!Help me! [Closes her eyes.] ACT IV [In the opening scene Longinus and Apelles are discovered alone in the mountains near Palmyra; Longinus very old and feeble, Apelles vigorous as ever. We learn that all the other persons of the play, including Jamblicus and Tryphena, have died; but that Nymphas, the stripling son of these two is now dwelling with his two grandfathers. At the close Longinus says "We die and come not back," to which Apelles answers that the Indian sages believe we have been and shall be again. "Slowly ripens the soul of man, not in one life. To become godlike it must pass through many and various forms."TRANSLATOR.] SCENE II (As in Scene I) Lonely mountain region near Palmyra. In the background, naked rock to which leads a path; in the foreground on both sides, vegetationwild fig-trees, a shady chestnut, boulders with blossoming shrubbery. Left, near the chestnut tree the remains of an old building, the part which is standing arranged as a hut, the door of which opens upon the stage. Under the chestnut tree a bench of stone and rough seats. (APELLES continues his argument with LONGINUS.) NYMPHAS appears on the rocky path; a charming youth, played by the impersonator of PERSIDA, like her as well as like PHOEBE. He descends slowly. APELLES (does not notice that LONGINUS is nodding, nor does he see NYMPHAS. Speaks on, looking in front of him). Why might it not be?Sometimes I lie down and say to myself: Who was that Zoe with the mysterious look? And Phoebe, and Persidadid Zoe's spirit go on in them? And you Nymphas, my darling boyhave I ever known you before?Sometimes it comes to me that I have known you before. NYMPHAS (stands for a while behind APELLES, then lays a hand on his shoulder. Smiling exuberantly). I was a sacred mongoose on the Nile, or again a priestess of Vesta whom they buried alive; the historians haven't worked it all out yet. APELLES (as if shaking off his thoughts, with an affectionate glance). It's you!Look, Longinus is asleep. NYMPHAS (smiling). But he will deny it. (Softly at LONGINUS' ear.) Grandfather Longinus! Are you asleep? LONGINUS (awakes). I? How should I sleep? I never sleep in daytime. (Aside.) How much he is like Persida today. (Aloud.) You were in Palmyra, Apelles told me. NYMPHAS. Yes, this afternoon, while youwere waking. I was clevermore than usually soI found it out with circumspection. They already know in Palmyra that we live here behind the mountains; an old beggar who one night recently slept under this tree, had in the morning seen the "Master of Palmyra." But they don't trouble themselves about us, they will not seek us out; those who formerly were angry at you are old or dead. Besides, the Palmyrans have now other things in their hearts. LONGINUS. H'm!What are they doing? NYMPHAS. Quarreling and disputing LONGINUS. I believe it; they are human. What are they quarreling about? NYMPHAS (with spirit). About the man who is now turning the world upside down, about the great Emperor Julian. Some curse himI heard it in the open market placebecause he has fallen off from the faith of his uncle, the Christian Constantine, they call him the Renegade, the Apostate; the others proclaim to the people how wise and good he is, and prophesy a rebirth of the old times. If he overcomes the Persians whom he is now fighting, he will come as conqueror to Palmyra and here too cast down the spite of the Christians before him. And the fallen grandeur of the old Roman Empire will arise again. LONGINUS (sadly smiling). You think so?It lies dead, will never rise again. When an elephant is sunk in a swamp, only elephants can help him. Such a giant will not come. Those times are past. [A shepherd blows his pipe.] APELLES. Let us leave time alone. To live timeless, as we do, is happiness for man.'Tis well with me in the evening stillness. Of strife and misfortune we've had enough; long, restless wandering through the countries of men. Here sorrow does not croak at us, and our desires sleep. Wild Palmyra, the city of our fathers, so near and so far; the silent ocean of the desert beneath our feet; (looks up) and above us the ever steadfast citadel of peace, the dome wrought by the world's Master-Builder, of unfathomable bluetill those silver mysteries, the flames of night, break through it. O solitude sublime! only thou canst enkindle in us sublime thoughts, the inextinguishable fire of the soul upon the summits of life. LONGINUS (nods). On the poison-tree of life grow two good fruits: wisdom and friendship. [Takes APELLES' hand and presses it.] NYMPHAS (has been looking away). No others, you think. LONGINUS (weary again). Poisonous ones enough. NYMPHAS. I know. Young as I am, I've had much experience. But the gods, methinks, gave us the world that we should make it better. LONGINUS. H'm! [Doses off.] NYMPHAS (smiling). He sleeps. APELLES (likewise smiling). Your youthful wisdom must have sung Him e'en asleep.Yet, child, I feel in you, From glance and word, from every token of Your wingèd life: the world's awake in you, You're drawn to it.My young philosopher, My early ripened scholar, do you feel Too lonely, live too old here with the old? Yet for a time, my child, be patient here. Then will we break our camp, and wander off, Since it must be so, back into the world, Which you would fain make better. (Laying both hands on his shoulders.) But believe me, It soon will disappoint you. You, so honest And good and noble, and so clever too, Will see into its heart. In there, a wheel With brightly-colored spokes is turning round; For all things change and then come back again, And all the souls of men are bits of glass Of various hues, through which the single Spirit Of Lifeor call Him as you willdoth shine. He stands invisible behind each soul, As its true self, and lives in us His life. NYMPHAS. But we who do not see Him, we should seek Him out amid these others of our kind And love Him in the best of them. APELLES. Ay, love! You're young, and delicate, and tender-hearted; You will love women also. Ah, good Nymphas, Believe me, women are no goddesses; And none, I fear, will make you wholly happy. For they that love, can never fascinate; And they that fascinate, love more the magic By which they charm, than you.But let's not speak Of that which was and is no more.You now Are wife and child and all. NYMPHAS. And you to me The dearest upon earth. APELLES. Am I, in sooth? Then tell me what is wrong, confess it freely. For days, for weeks you've shown a strange unrest. You hasten to Palmyra, finding still Excuse to go there, and when you come back, You're deeply moved, you dream.A girl? NYMPHAS. No, no. APELLES. You're sure? NYMPHAS. Do I ever lie? APELLES. What then?I found You yesterday behind a rock, you brandished The ancient sword which had so long lain buried In this inclosure, and you fought, cheeks glowing, As with an unseen enemy. Pray what Made you so warlike? If it was this brawl Below there SCENE III PAUSANIAS comes down the rock path, in Greek costume, with full beard, a gilded lyre hung over his shoulder. (It has grown dark, after a time it becomes bright moonlight.) APELLES (casually glancing out). Who is that? the shepherd boy? NYMPHAS. A stranger. APELLES (surprised). What should bring him here to this Retired corner?Ask him what he wants. [NYMPHAS goes a few steps toward PAUSANIAS. LONGINUS awakes, looks around in wonder.] APELLES. 'Tis night, Longinus. But the moon will come; 'Twas full moon yesterday. LONGINUS (considering). True, yesterday. NYMPHAS (to PAUSANIAS). Greetings to you. What brings you here? PAUSANIAS. My wanderings. I come from the Euphrates? NYMPHAS. From the Euphrates? Why come you then to us? LONGINUS (pointing backward). There lies the west Damascus, not the Euphrates. PAUSANIAS. I have strayed, I'm for Palmyrabut am very weary. Pray, if the stranger here is not unwelcome Grant me a little rest. LONGINUS. The tired wanderer Is never sent away. Sit down. NYMPHAS. And drink. PAUSANIAS (declining). Thank you, I've drunk already. NYMPHAS. Where? PAUSANIAS. I struck Upon a caravan of more than fifty Camels, which journey to the north, toward Sura. They listened to the music of my lyre, Praised and refreshed me, then I went my ways. [Lays aside the lyre. They sit beneath the chestnut tree; only APELLES stands aside, sunk in thought, afterward surveying the moon, whichinvisible from the front, rightbegins to shine.] LONGINUS (wondering). You are a traveling singer? PAUSANIAS. Yes. LONGINUS. And wander Across this desert? PAUSANIAS. To the seamy home. NYMPHAS. You are a Greek? PAUSANIAS. I am. My namePausanias. NYMPHAS. Pausanias! A good name for a singer: The Care-Releaser. PAUSANIAS (gazing fixedly at the countenance of NYMPHAS). Yes, men call me too The Care-Releaser. NYMPHAS. Pray, if you are not Too sorely tired, tell me one thing more. You're from the Euphrates; did you learn there aught About the Emperor Julian and his army? PAUSANIAS. I saw the Emperor. NYMPHAS (rises in surprise). You? PAUSANIAS (smiles). Why should I not? I crossed his line of march. The gods had then Smitten him sorely: the great general, Victor in west and east, such that the flatterers Were likening him to Hercules and Bacchus, Who conquered west and easthe on the Tigris Within his foes' chief city Ktesiphon, Had to return. A treacherous deserter Induced him as he went to cross the waste, Where sand and heat and thirst and Persian arrows Consumed his army, till the victory-march Became a wild retreat. But in this need He showed himself a hero. Full of patience, Wise, disciplined and brave. I felt his power On seeing him. He sat before his tent, Generals and soldiers near; his face was pale With a great sickness that had come upon him, Yellow and lean he looked, his temples gray; But in his eye dark fire, his glance was lofty, As if the Persians lay beneath his feet. He sat as on his throne there, and his voice, Though weak, yet rang as with a trumpet's tone Through the clear desert air. "And when we get To Syria," he said, so that I heard it, "Then will we turn the wheel. The goddess Fortune, The goddess of old Rome once more shall rise, And the gods' enemies shall bite the dust!" NYMPHAS (who has sat listening to the account with lively changing gestures, springs up involuntarily). Lay on! lay on! LONGINUS (starts). How now? APELLES (has been looking away, glances around with interest). What is it, Nymphas? NYMPHAS (composes himself, tries to smile). Forgive.'Twas but an impulse in my body Went to my tongue.You see me now again Your philosophic pupil. (To PAUSANIAS.) Tell me how You left the Emperor. PAUSANIAS. On yester evening That was the latestwhen his eye beheld me, He had me called to play and sing for him. I didit pleased him. NYMPHAS. What, the Emperor! To think this lyre has sounded before him! PAUSANIAS. Yes, e'en before great Julian. NYMPHAS. And may I Look at the lyre? [Takes it and runs over the strings.] I pray you play for me That very tune. PAUSANIAS. Surely. It was a song Of your Adonis, in the Grecian style: How from the upper to the under world Adonis changes, by the gods' decree. NYMPHAS. I sing that too. PAUSANIAS. Then sing, and I will play. NYMPHAS (after a short prelude by PAUSANIAS, sings). So decrees all-powerful Zeus: thou must now, Deep beneath the blossoming earth descending, Kiss the lips of shadowy Persephoneia, Lovely Adonis. APELLES (listens a while indifferently, delighting in the voice of NYMPHAS; then becomes astonished, excited. Aside). What sort of harp-playing is that? So plays But one that ever I heard. NYMPHAS (begins the second stanza). When once more in springtime the brooks are babbling APELLES (has sprung up, steps in front of NYMPHAS). Stop! You are I know you now! [LONGINUS and NYMPHAS look up in wonder; PAUSANIAS does not move.] PAUSANIAS. Who am I? APELLES. Stop, you monster! Let not your name be named, by you or me! And for this lyreaccursèd be its tone! Take it and go! PAUSANIAS. You err APELLES. Away! PAUSANIAS (stands up). I go then. You err though; you have never seen me. Why Blame you the lyre? It is not different From others; look at it. And if its sound Was pleasing to yon youth[NYMPHAS nods.] APELLES (looks at it, with horror). Away with you! (As NYMPHAS looks at him surprised and questioningly, he tries to compose himself. More quietly.) Leave him and us; go forward to Palmyra And come not back! PAUSANIAS. So be it; to Palmyra. You have mistaken me (After a gesture of APELLES.) Nay, I'll be silent. The moon shines bright. Farewell. [Exit right, front. APELLES looks after him till he has disappeared. NYMPHAS regards APELLES in silence; at last timidly lays a hand on his arm.] NYMPHAS. What is it, father Apelles? APELLES. Hush. (Aside.) At last he's gone. LONGINUS. You said You recognized this man! APELLES. I saw him once. Perhaps I'm wrong though. Leave it as it is. I would his way may lead him to Palmyra. 'Tis late, Longinus, and your hour is come. I'll lead you to the house. LONGINUS (leans on APELLES, to depart). He played right well, I thought APELLES (starts). No more! Let's go. LONGINUS (smiles good-naturedly). Eh, so imperious. You'll follow, Nymphas? NYMPHAS (awaking from his thoughts). Soon.The night is fair, My soul yet sleepless. APELLES (overcome by his attitude). Nymphas! NYMPHAS. Did you call? APELLES (composes himself; quietly). No. It can wait. LONGINUS (at the hut). Sleep well. NYMPHAS. Sleep well. [LONGINUS and APELLES exeunt into the hut.] SCENE IV SABBAEUS, young and beardless, girt with a sword, comes warily reconnoitering, from right. He steps behind a boulder which conceals him from the hut. NYMPHAS. He grieved Tahe stranger.Should one grieve one's fellow-mortals? Is not their right compassion? [SABBAEUS advances warily.] Who goes there? Sabbaeus! SABBAEUS (softly and quickly). It is I, come here to fetch you. Tonight it must be done. NYMPHAS (in sudden exultant joy). Tonight!O Zeus! SABBAEUS. The friends assemble in the shrine of Fortune, In secret, armed. A fire will then be lighted Beside the Street of Tombs. When by its glare The city shall be frighted and confused, We'll break from hiding and perform our part, Just as agreed. NYMPHAS. 'Tis well. SABBAEUS. So arm yourself And come. NYMPHAS (pointing behind a boulder). There lies my sword. [Goes thither.] SABBAEUS (with a gesture toward the hut). And heApelles? NYMPHAS (halting). Impossible. He never would consent. SABBAEUS. 'Tis pity. In the "Master of Palmyra" We'd have a leader all should reverence. (Decisively, smiling.) Ah, well, if not with reverence, then with fear. NYMPHAS (terrified). The door swings back. SABBAEUS. Then I must go.You'll follow. [Flees hurriedly away, right.] SCENE V Enter APELLES from the hut. He gazes after the fleeing man with anxious unrest. APELLES. Nymphas! NYMPHAS (with uncertain voice). My father! APELLES. Who was here? Who yonder Descends the pass? TheGreek was't? NYMPHAS. No. APELLES. The singer? Tell me, by all the gods. NYMPHAS. I told you: No. Why should he be so dreadful? APELLES (with a breath of relief). Hush.'Twas not he. Who then? Who spoke with you, at this late hour And in this solitude? NYMPHAS (hesitating). Oh, let me, pray, Be silent. APELLES (after a pause). Nymphas! Nymphas! NYMPHAS (uneasily). Are you angry, Father Apelles? APELLES. Has it come to this? The first concealment between you and me? This bond of soul, more deep than any else, Is't but a half-bond like the rest? NYMPHAS. Oh father! [Deeply moved, about to speak; refrains.] APELLES. Aye, for you still are silent. Let me then Divine your secret. In Palmyra quarrel The Whites and Redsor howsoe'er they call The colors of the factions that contend. And you, you quarrel too. NYMPHAS (after a short hesitation). And need you speak So scornfully about it, when we fight For what is holy? When we fight to aid The Emperor and help him to fulfill All he would fain accomplish for the world? APELLES. 'Tis so! It is so.You! NYMPHAS. And why not I? Am not I too a scion of my people? You have divined it, so I'll not be silent; Long this deceit has weighed upon my breast. (Pleading.) Let me. I must go down now to Palmyra. APELLES. Tonight? NYMPHAS. Tonight. APELLES. To slay the Emperor's foes? NYMPHAS. We will slay none that do not seek to die. Our enemiesand they are yours as well Are masters and they shall not be so more. The Christian bishop governs in Palmyra; The craven praetor serves him. Both we'll take Tonight and banish them from out the land, Proclaiming freedom and the ancient gods. APELLES. Bishop and praetorwill they freely go? NYMPHAS. The garrison have all gone off to Persia. The crowd's divided, and the waverers Will join the valiant victor. APELLES. Why not wait Till Julian comes, and let him bring for you What you desire? NYMPHAS. The Emperor is too mild And cautious. APELLES. Prudent. NYMPHAS. And he waits, may be, Until the people rise up of themselves: Great is the Christians' power. But he'll approve What we accomplish and will bless our work. APELLES. He'll die, and then a Christian emperor May rule again? Oh child, my child, would you Turn back the wheel? Do you not hear the roar O' the wind that drives it on?If ye should win Tonight for this one time, how will it end? We too once freed the city of our fathers And gave new rights to everyone, but then, Since mortals will be mortals, all our work Grew rotten, spoiled and useless like the old. "To save the world!" My child, what is the world? This man it stones today, tomorrow that. Give up your dream and stay. NYMPHAS. Forgive, I honor Your word as 'twere the gods'; and yet I must Go down, for I have sworn it. [Starts to go.] APELLES. No! No! No! I will not let you. (Steps before him.) Nymphas, look on me! Upon this earth I've no one else but you, None else, and you would go to your destruction. To your destruction! The Adonis song Rings in mine ear still, and the harp of Death (Breaking off.) Oh stay with me, my child. A dread foreboding Thrills in this fear-numbed bosom. You have been My best, my sweetest, dearest, purest joy; The sun which never sank for me. Your mother Bequeathed you to meand your mother's mother Whom grief soon freed from lifeher image, you, On whom yet shines the golden light of day, Of sun-bright gladness, perfect symmetry, In whom there is no blemish. Ah, my Nymphas, Why do I praise you? With clear eyes you see All that you are to me. And now your spirit, Nobly exalted on the wings of youth, Flies from me toward the terrible abyss. No, I'll not bear it! I will live with you And die with you, but not weep over you. NYMPHAS (sinks on his breast). O my dear father, and my god on earth! But let me, let me go. I must depart. 'Tis honor that commands me, and the gods. APELLES (holds him fast). One only calls you: Death. NYMPHAS. But I have sworn; Shall I be perjured? [A fiery glow, gradually increasing, falls on the stage from right.] Oh ye gods, alas! Already shines the signal through the night. I must, I must. Farewell. [Tears himself free.] APELLES (wildly). Why then, ye call Me too, ye godsme too along with Nymphas. I will not leave you. Come, then. Noble folly, The father must go too; my child will I Protect, and with him conquer or go down. Apelles of Palmyra wields yet once Again his sword for idols or for gods; The fire calls; away! NYMPHAS. You'll come then, father? APELLES. My sword, my trusty sword! [Flings open the door, enters. NYMPHAS hurries to the boulder behind which lies his sword, takes it.] LONGINUS (unseen, from the hut). What's wrong?Apelles! APELLES (comes out again with his sword). The glow increases, and our courage. Forward! "Down with the enemies of the ancient gods!" [Rushes off with NYMPHAS, right.] LONGINUS (in the hut). Apelles! Nymphas! SCENE VI LONGINUS (entering). What is wrong? Apelles Gone without answering?Not a sound?Is that A red glow in the sky, or is it only In my old eyes?Apelles! Man, where are you? VOICE (behind the scenes, loud, mysterious). Julian the Apostate is no more! The Emperor is slain! LONGINUS (listens confused, terrified). Who calls?The voice Is like a spirit's.So men say, that once The voice of one unseen cried through the world: "The great god Pan is dead." And all things listened. VOICE (farther off, from the height). Julian the Apostate is no more! The Emperor is slain! LONGINUS (trembles). 'Tis further off And going toward Palmyra.Yes, I heard it; I did not dream.Where are you?Nymphas!Would you Leave an old man alone? [Totters, supported on his staff, toward the right.] Apelles! Nymphas! [Exit right.] SCENE VII (The scene is changed without lowering the curtain) The square before APELLES' house in Palmyra, as in Act III. Night, as before; moonlight and the glow of the fire. The door of the temple at the rear is open; the basilica seems to be burning. Enter APELLES, NYMPHAS, SABBAEUS and a band of armed "young Palmyrans"; partly from the temple, partly from the pillared gate behind the basilica. Trumpets resound on all sides, even during the change of scene. APELLES (angrily). Who was it threw the brand into yon church? Who dared set fire to it? SABBAEUS. We do not know, Worthy Apelles. APELLES. That infuriates The Christians, who gave way, to righteous wrath; Alarms our friends and multiplies our foes. [Fresh trumpet-calls.] Listen!I knew it well: you undervalued The praetor and his forces. SABBAEUS. He escaped us. VOICE (behind the scene). Julian the Apostate is no more! The Emperor is slain! APELLES (alarmed). Who calls! [All stand amazed.] NYMPHAS. The Emperor dead? SABBAEUS. Was that a human voice? AGRIPPA (behind the scene). Hark, citizens! The Emperor has fallen. Hark, the last O' the heathen emperors dead! Then charge! for God And all His host are with us. SCENE VIII AGRIPPA (the son of JARCHAI, a citizen, in armor) and a troop of armed citizens enter through the gate, right. Fresh trumpet-calls, right and left. AGRIPPA. There they stand; See, but a handful.Ye incendiaries, Church-robbers! I, Agrippa, son of Jarchai, Demand of you in God's name to surrender. APELLES. What, we surrender?Nymphas, stand near me, Our goal is to be free, not to surrender. [Motioning with his sword for his band to attack.] Down with the enemies of the ancient gods! VOICE (as before). Julian the Apostate is no more! The Emperor is dead! [The Palmyrans who are pressing forward with APELLES halt as the voice rings out; then shrink slowly back in timid hesitation.] AGRIPPA (to his band). You hear it! God Foretells our victory by his messenger. See, fear has turned the miscreants to stone. NYMPHAS (overcoming his dread). My brothers, why shrink back there? You who came To fight with gods and mortals, if need were, Does a mere voice affright you? Listen how The martial trumpets shout encouragement, Freedom and victory! [Advances; tears himself free from APELLES, who involuntarily tries to hold him back.] Let go!On guard, Agrippa, son of Jarchai. [Wounds him.] AGRIPPA (staggers, but recovers). I'll repay that Before I fall, though. [Wounds NYMPHAS; falls. NYMPHAS sinks on one knee, lays a hand on his breast.] APELLES (shrieks). Nymphas! AGRIPPA (on the ground). Strike them down! God is with us. [Trumpets from left.] Those are our peoplehear ye? Send them to seek their emperor! [The band of AGRIPPA attacks and drives off that of APELLESwith them SABBAEUS.toward the left; from without continuous tumult and clang of weapons. For some moments only AGRIPPA, NYMPHAS and APELLES are on the stage. APELLES kneels by NYMPHAS, supporting him.] APELLES. Child! you're bleeding But surely you'll not die. NYMPHAS. Yes, I am dying. Don't leave me. APELLES (in wild despair). I'll prevent it. I have willed: You shall not die! So young, so good.Ye gods! You must not, must not. NYMPHAS. I will try to live. [Raises himself slowly. A party of the victors has come back from left, they press toward APELLES.] AGRIPPA (on the ground). Victory to you! Strike him down! APELLES (kills one of his assailants, the others shrink back). Begone! Stand up, stand up, my child. NYMPHAS (sinks back on his knee). I cannot, father. Farewell. APELLES. Then I'll die after you. I curse This life that never ends!Oh Death, where art thou? Show me thy countenance! If thou slayest him, Slay me along with him!Come on, all ye; [Throws away his sword.] I offer to you this unarmored breast. Come on, and strike! [Some brandish their swords at him, but without hitting him; then, with the others, they shrink timidly back from him.] AGRIPPA. Can you not hit him? Are Ye then bewitched, unmanned? APELLES. Stay here, and kill! Ye butchers, swing the axe, [He goes toward them; they retire.] I am accurst, And none has power to kill me.Nymphas! Nymphas! [Goes to him again and sinks on one knee beside him.] NYMPHAS. 'Tis you! APELLES. What would you? NYMPHAS (points backward). Take me to the temple To die before my goddess APELLES. Come! I'll bear you; This one time more, my child.And you, my temple, Take here your latest victim! Be accurst, That none more falls to you, when this is offered! NYMPHAS (in his arms). Good-night, my father! [APELLES bears him into the open temple, flings shut the door behind him. From left and right troops of the conquering citizens throng on the stage. Far and near trumpet-calls.] AGRIPPA (to the citizens who would help him up). I must perish here. Throw fire into the temple! Burn it down! ACT V Square in Palmyra, as in Act III; but now a place of ruins. Before APELLES' house stand but a few walls, of the temple only a row of pillars and several cross-beams, the rest is debris, broken columns and mighty blocks in and before the temple piled one upon another; grass and flowers grow between the stones. The basilica stands open, without doors; it is also partly destroyed and burnt out. SCENE I SABBAEUS (middle-aged, bearded) MAEONIUS and four young Palmyrans (other than those of Act IV) sit about, on blocks of stone and pieces of columns; some have garlands lying near them or hanging on their arms. MAEONIUS (stands up). Would you repose yet longer? I am weary With sitting still here. Let us go. SABBAEUS. As restless As any hungry jackal!Wait awhile. MAEONIUS (smiling). Lazy as full-gorged snakes! SABBAEUS. Well, let us then Lie here like snakes; the serpent and the lizard Thrive well herewherefore not the sons of men? We've come in time; for to the Vale of Tombs 'Tis but five hundred paces MAEONIUS. More. SABBAEUS. No more. This is a spot for dreaming. Gaily rustles The grass, the crickets chirp; and all the old Pillars and walls and fragments which the tooth Of time has gnawedit makes one think a bit. And when at evening from the garden there The boys are chanting(To one of the boys.) Sing a song, Seleucus. Sing us the Grecian ditty of Adonis, Whose feast it is today. We thus perform The rites with honor, and Maeonius grants A further rest. MAEONIUS. So be it. Then I'll stretch Me out again.Come, sing! SELEUCUS (sings). So decrees all-powerful Zeus: thou must now, Deep beneath the blossoming earth descending, Kiss the lips of shadowy Persephoneia, Lovely Adonis. SCENE II APELLES appears in the background between the standing pillars; in neglected, fantastic clothing, his gray hair disheveled, a staff in his hand. He remains there listening, gloomy and dejected. SELEUCUS (sings again). When once more in springtime the brooks are babbling, Thou shalt greet the sunlight, oh youth lamented, And shalt kiss the golden-haired Aphrodite, Lovely Adonis! SABBAEUS. A pretty song; my favorite. [Notices APELLES.] (In an undertone.) Look! Who's standing There by the pillars? No contented man I well believe. If such a one by night Should meet me in the Vale of Tombs, by Zeus, I'd think: he's coming from the burial-crypt From lying in his coffin! MAEONIUS (softly). He comes hither. APELLES. Greetings to you. You sang a song which I Which I have heard long years since. SABBAEUS. Of Adonis. MAEONIUS (pointing to the singer). Seleucus sang it. SABBAEUS. 'Tis the festal day Of the young god Adonis in Palmyra. APELLES (thinks, nods). It is the day.And hence the garlands there. MAEONIUS (confidentially). And for another cause, old man. (Smiling.) If you'll Not tell the strict church-fathers of Palmyra: They would look glum enough. They even want To interdict the old gods' festivals. We go to deck the tombstones of our sires Who for the sake of freedom and the gods Fell when the Emperor Julian died. SABBAEUS. You are A stranger, and will not have heard the tale. APELLES. Nay, somewhat. MAEONIUS. They all fell (pointing to SABBAEUS), excepting him He got away; years later he came back, When 'twas forgotten. SABBAEUS (smiling contentedly). So I'm living still, And think to do these many days. APELLES (to MAEONIUS). You said They all fell. SABBAEUS. Yes. Although there was one more, Him whom they called the Master of Palmyra; I saw him only once,'twas on that night. He fought most furiously, and in yon temple Was burned; but others said again: he lived. He was seen afterwardas they affirmed Beside this temple, now no temple more. First was the fire and then, a year ago, An earthquaketwice it shattered the foundations No temple can stand that.The Master though Is said to wander restless; Jesus Christ Has damned him to live onor it may be Some other Christian saint. Well, they should know. He too was there at least. APELLES. You deck the graves Of those who died, young men. And you? MAEONIUS. And we? APELLES. Do you still hope? MAEONIUS. For what? APELLES. For better times. MAEONIUS (looks at him awhile in wonder). And where, sir, should they be? APELLES. Perhaps in you. MAEONIUS. You must be joking. That's all done. We're down, The Christians up. SABBAEUS. And for the Roman Empire, It fares just like the temple.Crack!'Twill hold Together for awhile, but then 'twill fall. Barbarian tribes are roaming up and down Through all the world, they overcome our armies And sack the provinces. Well, what's to do? We bear it, though. We drift so with the times, That he may have us who'll but let us live. Small has Palmyra grown; but even now One may live well therein. The wise man says: Bend and submit, and so enjoy the hour. APELLES (aside). He lives and Nymphas died! MAEONIUS. Yes, pluck the day As saith the epitaph: "I was naught, am naught; Do thou who livest, eat, drink, jest and follow!" And men upon my grave, as on that Roman's, Shall place my marble image, in my hand The cup from which I drank, and write beneath it: "Drink, friend, and live; whatever else may be Fire and earth will swallow."You, old man, Are not so wise. Your aspect is not merry. Where has your way led? APELLES. Amid many nations, And many countries; yea, belike through all. I've been where in the zenith burns the sun And where it journeys on the rim of heaven; Where night was long as is the winter here, Where muddy craters belched and icebergs floated. And yet I never was as wise as ye. Jest on and drink! SABBAEUS. He dotes, or else he mocks us. MAEONIUS (softly). All is not right within his head, may be. Leave him, and come. 'Tis late. (Aloud.) We're going. SABBAEUS. Yes, to The Vale of Tombs. Dream you about your bergs Of ice that float, about your mud volcanoes, Farewell. [They go, softly laughing with one another.] MAEONIUS. Farewell.Be merry again, old man. Despite the years you still are strongly built, And marvelous straight in carriage. Mark the saw: "Eat, drink and jest, and follow!" [Follows the others, who have already gone off, left, and now begin singing, gradually going farther away.] SELEUCUS (singing, solo). Rose that glowest like Aphrodite's purple robe ALL (chorus). Short is your pride. SELEUCUS. Pillar, holding aloft the shrine of Father Zeus ALL. You may not bide. SELEUCUS. Twin glad eyes, look out on the world, enjoy your fill ALL. While lids are wide. SELEUCUS. For ere long will close you a cold but mighty hand By none denied. APELLES (has listened in silence). "By none denied." Ye happy people! To be glad and die. My life upon its heels is treading, as Night upon day and winter upon autumn; 'Tis an eternal winter camped upon The cold and snowy mortcloth of dead summer. (Looking around.) Ah home, ah Vale of Tombs around me here! Like to the souls of the departed, when Their bodies are unburied, which, men say, Roam round the dwellings of the dead, so I, A living dead man, haunt this field of corpses, Bearing my slain but yet unburied life. From the remotest wanderings I come back, As though the spirit named Repose had called me, Here to the home of grief.Ye walls yet stand, Last remnants of my house. There rang the door Unwillingly when Phoebe fled from me And took my spring with her.Before you there, (Turning toward the basilica.) Much lauded work of mine, lay in the dust The glory of my summer, Persida, Who madly gave herself unto a heaven That banished me.And you my temple yonder, House of my goddess, Fortune called, but curses I called upon her last. For on her threshold My gentle Nymphas breathed away his soul; My late, my purest joy, my evening star, Hope, comfort, all!And yet I cannot die. Longinus diednot I. The weary perish, The weeping and the laughinggenerations And people perishtemples fall to earth Not I, not I! Like to the moon and stars My life rolls on, for high in heaven stands "Forever" written, flaming through the night In which I restless wander.Death, I call thee! If ere the cry of mortalsbut alas! I am not mortalif the fervent voice Of a lost wanderer, weary with his crying, May reach thine ear, thou ferryman of the dead, Then come, I would go down! SCENE III PAUSANIAS comes out from the remains of APELLES' house, as in Act IV, but without the lyre. PAUSANIAS. You see, I hear you. Am I now welcome, and will those twin friends Of yours, Pleasure and Work, no longer drive Me forth from you? APELLES. I would go down. Away Are pride and scorn; I'm weary unto death. Pleasure! I have drunk pleasure to the lees. And now my only toil is, to live on. Ye stalwart limbs, accurst be ye! For dry Is all the joy and impulse of existence. Dead are my days, I wander over tombs. He only truly lives who lives in others, Who grows in them, in them renews himself; When that is over, then, oh earth, be opened, Send a new race of mortals to the light, And us devour, who only seem to live! (To PAUSANIAS.) Lead me away! And if the sign of life Is graven on this forehead, (Strikes his brow with clenched fist.) be it shattered; I am a man, I have the right of death, And like all other mortals I would perish. [Throws himself on the ground.] PAUSANIAS. Though you would die, I have not power to slay you. Here lay the Christian, and the spirit's voice Passed judgment on you by her lips: "Thou shalt Forever wake without the sleep of death!" At length you call me? How you scorned me erst, The "spirit of hell," the "monster!" Do you know Me better? Quite so monstrous am I not. I'm the Consoler too, the "Care-Releaser," Who lays the weary head upon the pillow And heals the pain that knows no other sleep. And who stands pledge, that I shall be the last Of all the slumbers? that this hand does not Slowly and softlyor with grating harshness Ope but the door that leads into the light? To otherwhere? Towho can tell? APELLES. No matter. Be who you may. 'Tis you I want, 'tis Death. PAUSANIAS (shakes his head). I have no part in you. APELLES. What's life to me? How shall I live? PAUSANIAS. In patience. APELLES. That I cannot. Patience is dead, with all in me that's dead. Only remembrance lives within my soul, A poison, deeply wounding, but not killing. Give me oblivion! PAUSANIAS. 'Tis at my disposal, But for my chosen ones. The living only Can give it to the living.Look you there: Toward yonder church you built so long ago, Which, with the temple, earth and fire demolished, So that the sky looks in upon the floor You ornamented with your bright mosaics. Behold! APELLES. I do but see a woman there, Led by a boy. PAUSANIAS. Do you but look. APELLES. She seems Still young, her cheek is pale though, and a mantle Enfolding, half conceals her countenance. Her serious air accords with melancholy, Yet 'tis not sad(Suddenly.) Ye gods! PAUSANIAS. Well, what's amiss? APELLES. That is the Christian! Zoe! PAUSANIAS (smiling). How you're dreaming! The dead return not.It may be, in eye, In hair, in this or that the two are like. Look closer. APELLES. 'Tis not Zoe. Her I saw Uncounted years since. (Pointing to his forehead.) Vaguely glimmers yet Her likeness here;but suddenly methought She walked again and looked into my face, (Shivering.) With that mysterious glance.She looks away; Yon other.Noble is her form. Yet walks she Slowly, with effort. PAUSANIAS. She has lost her strength. The time the earthquake tumbled down that roof, It buried her, her child and husband. Them They found both killed; her, covered with the wreck, But by a wonder she awoke to life, And folk believe it as a wonder still. They also think the grace of God bestowed On her oblivion: for none has heard her Lament for those she lost. APELLES. Oblivion! Ye gods! PAUSANIAS. Behold her still. APELLES. Around her stand Women and children; men are coming, too. She talks with each, kindly and charmingly; She smiles as well. A youthful smile, it seems; (In dreamy wonder.) As from the days gone by; for wondrously It minds me of PAUSANIAS. Let rest the days gone by. She talks with all, because she fain would help; These people here, who look on her as holy And blest of God, are begging her for counsel, Assistance, comfort, even miracles. Why do you start? APELLES. She comes, and looks again With that mysterious look; the very glance With which she wrote on me the curse of living. PAUSANIAS. Hush! Stand aside! SCENE IV ZENOBIA enters. She is young and pale, in a dark dress, her head covered, in which she resembles ZOE. (The part is played by the same actress.) With her a BOY on whom she leans; behind her an OLD MAN, several women and children (all out of the basilica). ZENOBIA (to the women). Now go. I thank you, thank you E'en for your thanks; he who would thank yet more, Let him give praise to Godwhere it belongs. [One of the women tries to kiss ZENOBIA's dress; she prevents her.] Let go my dress! Would you again degrade Yourself so far by making me august! I'll know you, then, no more. [The woman shrinks away in embarrassment with her child. ZENOBIA with a friendly smile calls her back.] A word still.Let Me kiss your child again. [The child runs to her; she kisses it. Then to the mother.] Love it with patience, And 'twill have sunshine.Go! [Exeunt mother and child, after the others, who have gone out, left. Only the OLD MAN remains.] What would you more? I told you freely I was no enchantress. I cannot lengthen lifeand will not either. If you so closely cling to life, old man, Go to the doctor and beseech his aid. [OLD MAN moves off painfully, propped on a stick, coughing. ZENOBIA looks after him compassionately.] So sick!and loves it still, his wretched life! [She sits on a stone in contemplation. Exit OLD MAN, left.] APELLES (has watched ZENOBIA with increasing emotion; aside). How many faces I behold in hers! Ye changing aspects, that my life has seen Blossom and wither, do ye flit across You unknown countenance like the varied hues That tinge the rainbow wrought of dewy light? Approaches here the spirit, reincarnate, Which, living on from one form to another, Has stood so often in my path, as if To say: while thou hast clung unchangeably To this one form which calls itself Apelles, And as an empty shade outlived thyself; Through form to form I passed in zigzag fashion, But still progressing onward to my goal? I will, I must entreat her. ZENOBIA (has again looked toward the left; to the BOY). Elabel! The old man sits down yonder. Go and give him A gold piece. Leave me then. I want to sit here (Smiling.) And to do nothing. Come back in an hour. [Exit BOY, left. APELLES approaches.] APELLES. Forgive my prayer. Youwho, if not a saint, Are good and tender-heartedif you be Another aspect of the soul which has So wondrously companioned me; or if The grace of God has granted you oblivion Of what you erstwhile suffered: help me too Unto this boon, this balsam of the gods, The half at least of death; Oblivion! ZENOBIA (regarding him long and with deep thought). Who are you?For I know you not. And yet In dreams I saw you. In a magic twilight, A strange, mysterious dimness of the mind I saw you;not so grayfirst youngthen older, And older yet. ... The dimness hovers round me, A vision of the soul.Wonderful stranger, Do you not know me too? I'm called Zenobia. APELLES. Not Zoe?Phoebe? ZENOBIA (looks at him wonderingly). No.And yet they run, These names you speak of, like to distant flashes Of lightning through the darkness of my dream. Then living shapes rise up, come near, and grow Into my being and are I. And more, I see into the future ... Now the mist! (Smiling.) Forgive. I often dream so. Hence believe The mocking doubters that I've lost my wits, The pious often hail me as a saint. But both are wrong. I have but yielded me Unto the will of God, who sorely proves me, But comforts too with awful, sweet presagings. Meanwhile I would be kind and good to all men, And so be ripening ever for the future, Until the Spirit calls with: Follow me, The day is dawning! APELLES (shaken, after a long silence). Yes, I now recall. Thou riddle full of wonder, that so often Hast come across my path; thou lovely flame Of manifold life! At last I comprehend The holy Master's meaning, buttoo late. The vital spirit leaps from form to form; Narrow is man's existence, one shape only Mid thousands can it seize on and evolve, Can hold but that; then let it strive not toward The teeming ocean of eternity, Which only God can fill!If it endure, In change it blooms, as thou, from form to form Widening its narrow nature, clarifying Till in pure light 'tis glorified. And we, Perchance, may slowly ripen unto God. A beauteous dream!But not for me. My curse Is fixed. I wander forth upon my way. Farewell, Zenobia. [Goes slowly to the columns. The mysterious music of Act I sounds again. ZENOBIA listens with awakening spirit.] ZENOBIA (after a pause, with changed look and solemn voice). Apelles! APELLES (stands still). Call'st Thou me by name? ZENOBIA. 'Tis but by some foreknowledge. And now mine eye is clear: upon thy forehead I see engraved the sign that makes thee sleepless. And a voice cries: Let now deliverance Be his who, sorely tested, comprehends The mystery of life, the lore of death. Come near to me and try if I can cool The brow which gloweth feverish hot with life And yearneth for refreshment. [He sinks before her; she lays a hand on his forehead.] APELLES. O Zenobia! Ah yes, thy hand is cool. A gentle shock Of coldness thrills through me from head to heart, A sweet cessation.Ah, if thus my soul Might fade across into the night of peace, Never to wake! ZENOBIA. Or to some other where. SONG (of the young Palmyrans in the distance, subdued, in chorus). So decrees all-powerful Zeus: thou must now, Deep beneath the blossoming earth descending, Kiss the lips of shadowy Persephoneia, Lovely Adonis! APELLES (as they sing). That is the song.They're coming back already. 'Twas the last song of Nymphas ... My last, too? Is't no illusion?Darker grow the heavens. No, 'tis within mine eyes here. [His gaze becomes fixed.] Like Adonis Shall I return to daylight? ZENOBIA. Thou shalt learn. APELLES. So be it then.O Mother Earth farewell! I loved you muchfor you to me were sweet Bloom now for others!All ye living things, Oh be ye glad, and blossom in the sun! Apelles goes to rest. [PAUSANIAS stands behind APELLES and quietly takes his upraised hand.] Another hand Touches me; cold.'Tis thou!I give thee thanks. 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