ACT III
SCENE: _The Garden and Cloisters of Monte Casino._
MARCOMIR.
[_striking himself with a stone_] What tides of rapture spring at every stroke! Have mercy, God! Such agony of pleasure I felt when _she_ came near. Oh, can it be I have not yet inflicted utter pain? Is there some chaste and vigorous suffering Beyond the shameful wiles, with which the lash Unnerves me? Pain, more pain!
[_He strikes himself without pity; then, seeing_ DAMIANI _enter the court, he hurriedly drops the shard_.]
DAMIANI.
Your hand is bleeding. I see!--Although I took away your silex You yet have braved my will.
MARCOMIR.
I need the rod.
DAMIANI.
You need obedience. Flog yourself again, You will be locked in prison like your friend.
MARCOMIR.
[_in a low voice_] He has no guilt.
DAMIANI.
No guilt! You have not heard I caught him flushed with triumph at the news That Astolph in defiance of the Pope Is laying siege to Rome. Good Rachis wept As well he might, but Carloman blasphemed _Would I were with your brother!_ and for this I had him shut in darkness fourteen days. The term is over, and to change your sullen, Ascetic mood--it is a festival-- You shall restore your friend to liberty. You err through over-discipline, a fault, But one that brings us honour; stubbornness Like his disgraces the whole brotherhood. Admonish him! If he is quite subdued He shall be suffered to resume his rank Among his fellows: for yourself, remember Humility is satisfied with penance The Church inflicts. No private luxury! Do not offend again.
[_Exit._]
MARCOMIR.
Not use the rod! Not use it when I feel incitements rapid As points of fire awake me to the knowledge That all my flesh is burning! Every flint Becomes a new temptation. How confess To _him_ I love his wife, and guiltily! O Geneviva, do the swans still crowd Round you to feed them? Are you mistress still In the old palace? Can there be a doubt? If Pepin dare insult you--O this frock, This girdle, not a sword belt! And your husband Who brought you to such peril with his dreams, Let the light wake him!
[MARCOMIR _unlocks the prison-door, flings it open and draws back behind the trellis of vines_.]
CARLOMAN.
What has struck my eyes? Is it the air, the sun, an open door? Oh, it is dark with brightness, and half-blinds, So rushing in! I would have been with God When the light broke in answer to His cry; I would have seen it pushing its broad leaves Through Chaos as it travelled!--
MARCOMIR.
[_advancing_] I am come To give you freedom.
CARLOMAN.
[_seizing his hand like a boy_] Are the throstles fledged I left within the orchard?
MARCOMIR.
They are gone ... Besides, we must not wander--recollect!
CARLOMAN.
I do; I was a goatherd on those hills Before my punishment [_pointing to the prison_]. How sad you look! Come with me; I will show you The flock of goats leaping from crag to crag-- And have you ever drunk their milk? It foams; Its thousand little bubbles seem themselves Full of an airy life, and in the smack Of the warm draught something exhilarates And carries one along. Come to the hills!
MARCOMIR.
Dear Carloman--
CARLOMAN.
These cloisters are so dull Where you sit brooding morn and eve; beyond One sees the clouds laying their restless fingers Across the scaurs.
MARCOMIR.
But is that meditation, And does one so find peace?
CARLOMAN.
The dew is there In the green hollows; when I see those steeped And shining fields, my heart fills to the brim, And, though I yearn, my yearning satisfies. Come with me: fast as I attain, with you I share the secret.
MARCOMIR.
But you strike me dumb. You have forgotten, we are bound by vows, By our obedience.
CARLOMAN.
Are we bound by hopes, By yesterday’s lost hopes?
MARCOMIR.
But promises--
CARLOMAN.
I promised to be God’s, ah yes, I promised, As two on earth agree to be together For evermore, vowed lovers. Is the marriage In the companionship or in the vow? Why, Geneviva is still vowed my wife.
MARCOMIR.
But we must keep our troth.
CARLOMAN.
We must escape From anything that is become a bond, No matter who has forged the chain,--ourselves, An enemy, a friend: and this escape, This readjustment is the penitence, The sole that I will practise. [_looking more narrowly at_ MARCOMIR] But your eyes Are witheringly remorseful. One would say That you had been some sunshines in the dark, You, and not I. Open your heart to me.
MARCOMIR.
I hate you.
CARLOMAN.
Hate me, why? For heresy?
MARCOMIR.
No, for your blindness: think what you have done, Think of ... at least, think of your only child Mewed within convent walls.
CARLOMAN.
There is escape.
MARCOMIR.
What, for a child?
CARLOMAN.
[_clenching his hand_] _Per Baccho_, but my son Shall never wear a tonsure.
MARCOMIR.
Time will prove! You stand so free and noble in the light Yet it is you who brought me to despair. One cannot be a fool, one of God’s fools, Unconscious of the ill in others’ hearts, And not breed deadly mischief.
CARLOMAN.
I entreated You would not come with me.
MARCOMIR.
You drew me on; You cannot help it, you make life so royal Men follow you and think they will be Kings, And then--
CARLOMAN.
What ails you?
MARCOMIR.
Have you watched the lepers? Waiting outside the churches to be blest?-- They pray, they linger, they receive their God, And yet depart uncleansed. Do not continue To question me, but listen. Bend your eyes Full on me! I have never told the Prior, I cannot; and I would not breathe it now But for her sake. The lady Geneviva Is spotless; but my thoughts have been defiled. I love her, I have never won her love, Must never strive to win it. It is hell To think of her.
CARLOMAN.
You never won her love?
MARCOMIR.
Never.
CARLOMAN.
She had so many favourites, Poor boy! and you were thwarted.
MARCOMIR.
But her bond, My deep disloyalty!
CARLOMAN.
No more of this--
MARCOMIR.
If I were in the world, it is to her I should return.
CARLOMAN.
The doors are strongly barred: There is no other hindrance.
MARCOMIR.
They are come The brethren and the prior: you must kneel And then be reinstated. I forgot.
[_Enter_ DAMIANI _and a number of monks_.]
DAMIANI.
Brother, we have great joy in your release, And hasten to embrace you. Own your fault Submissively, then rise and take your place In our rejoicing band.
CARLOMAN.
I will not kneel.
DAMIANI.
Respect your vow.
CARLOMAN.
But there is no such thing-- A vow! as well respect the case that sheathes The chrysalis, when the live creature stirs! We make these fetters for ourselves, and then We grow and burst them. It is clear no man Can so forecast the changes of his course That he can promise _so I will remain, Such, and no other_. Words like these are straws The current plays with as it moves along.
DAMIANI.
My brethren, do not listen; he is mad.
CARLOMAN.
No, you are mad; you cannot see that Time Is God’s own movement, all that He can do Between the day a man is born and dies. Listen a little: is there one of you Who looks upon the sunlight and the buds That moss the vines in March, and does not feel _Now I am living with these changeful things; The instant is so golden for us all, And this is life?_ Think what the vines would be If they were glued forever, and one month Gave them a law--the richness that would cease, The flower, the shade, the ripening. We are men, With fourscore years for season, and we alter So exquisitely often on our way To harvest and the end. It must be so.
DAMIANI.
Is this what darkness and strict punishment Have wrought in the corruption of your mind?
CARLOMAN.
I lay as seeds lie in the prison-house, Dying and living--living evermore, Pushed by a spark of time to join the hours, To go along with them.
A MONK.
But, brother, this Is overwhelming.
MARCOMIR.
Sin, can that be dropped?
CARLOMAN.
Never, there is no need. Life seizes all Its own vile refuse, hurries it along To something different; religion makes The master-change, turning our black to white; But so, as from earth’s foulness, the stem drains Corruption upward, and the cleanly flower Waves like a flame at last.
MARCOMIR.
O Carloman, My brother, I am saved!
[_The monks press round_ CARLOMAN _tumultuously_.]
CARLOMAN.
But all of you Be saved, and on the instant! Yes, the prior, You all of you, do not believe me mad. It is your misery, I think, that more, More than the urgent torment of my soul Has brought me to the truth, the healing truth That we must give our natures to the air, To light and liberty, suppressing nothing, Freeing each passion: we have slaves within, So many slaves, and I have learnt that saints Have dungeons that they dare not look into, The horror is so deadly. Force the locks, Let the fierce captives ravage. Better far Murder and rapine in the city-streets, Than lust and hatred’s unfulfilled desires! Be saved; strike free into the world--come out! Oh, you can do it--I have spoken truth, I see that by your faces.
OLD MONK.
[_touching_ DAMIANI’S _shoulder_] Surely, prior, We must arrest this traitor.
DAMIANI.
[_in a whisper_] Half the brethren Are in the chapel: I will bring them down In mass on these insurgent novices. [_aloud_] Children, I leave you: wrestle with temptation; I now can only aid you with my prayers. When you have heard him through, decide; and either Lead him in chains to me; or if his lies Prevail with you, then put me in your prisons, And let the devil rule. [_to_ CARLOMAN] Now do your worst With your blaspheming tongue.
[_Exit._]
OLD MONK.
We should be fools To listen to him--it is mutiny; And there are walled-up dungeons.
CARLOMAN.
No, the hills For all, if all are reckless; it is just The one that fears who is the traitor-foe Imperilling brave men.
1st MONK.
But how break free?
CARLOMAN.
How? All of us march with a single mind Making a strong procession from the gates.
2nd MONK.
The Church has soldiers: whither could we go Unarmed and with an angry multitude ...
1st MONK.
Whither?
3rd MONK.
Besides we are not of one mind Now he stops preaching; it was like a spell.
4th MONK.
The heretic!
OLD MONK.
Tush! ’Tis the kind of frenzy That seizes every novice. Carloman, Will you not hear my voice?
CARLOMAN.
No, good old monk, God’s servants must not listen but to Him. You have grown comfortable as the years Rolled on,--no matter. What the novice suffers, What every novice suffers, speak of that.
OLD MONK.
I have forgotten it.
CARLOMAN.
You can forget What you have suffered; then ’tis waste of time To listen to you. What we suffer once In youth--in childhood and our secret youth, We suffer to our grave. [_turning to another monk_] Have you forgotten?
1st MONK.
No, but the pain is numb, so long ago My parents spoilt my life to have their will; I must endure the best they could conceive, And save their souls.
CARLOMAN.
If you should lose your own! A curse on parents! The one truth that led me To seek the cloister was my certitude A man’s existence lodges in himself And is not owned by kindred.
OLD MONK.
Gently, brother, You had your way, and made yourself a monk; Now you are all for change--so is the world For bitter change.
1st MONK.
My mistress has been married, And would but laugh at me.
OLD MONK.
Time works such wonders If we will give him time to work them in.
1ST MONK.
It is too late.
CARLOMAN.
A maxim for the dead. It never is too late for any seeing, For any recognition we are wrong. It is a man’s despair, not his confession Proves him contemptible. _Too late_, you say, _Too late_--but there are countries where ’tis spring And harvest many times within the year. Besides, we must not tarry in a place The moments do not wash with dew; we wither, Death has his secret will with us. Believe! Act on the instant.
OLD MONK.
The high gates are barred, And yonder is the Prior.
[DAMIANI, _with_ RACHIS _and a large troop of monks, is seen coming from the Chapel_.]
CARLOMAN.
The gates are strong; But you and I and all of us can pass Through them in simple triumph if we will-- With one consent. Why, they are opening now! How gloriously! Armed riders!
[_Enter_ ASTOLPH _with a band of Lombard soldiers_.]
MONKS.
Miracle! A sign from God.
CARLOMAN.
Not one of you shall come. What, flocking to my side because a door Turns on its hinges--shame!
ASTOLPH.
Where’s Carloman?
DAMIANI.
[_advancing_] Who asks?
ASTOLPH.
The King of Lombardy. Give place!
CARLOMAN.
My saviour!
ASTOLPH.
Are you Carloman the Frank? I like you--yes, your face is eloquent. You do not keep your eyes upon the ground, Like this dear relative.
CARLOMAN.
[_staring fixedly at_ ASTOLPH] You glitter so, You glitter like the golden Vines, your hair Is gold, your armour full of spokes and rays.
ASTOLPH.
And you are muffled in a sackcloth-bag; The contrast strikes you. [_to_ DAMIANI] Lunatic?
DAMIANI.
And worse-- A rebel, an apostate, noble prince, For whom I bring these manacles.
ASTOLPH.
And I An extra horse; for, lunatic or sane, I must have speech with----
[_turning to_ CARLOMAN _with a laugh_]
Do you know your name? We who are kings and soldiers know it well, And Christendom remembers. Ah, I see! You are not happy, so they call you mad.
RACHIS.
Have you no word for me? I am a King, A King discrowned--and more, you have my crown. Are you grown sick of it?
ASTOLPH.
My dear old Rachis, Do not look covetous! I am not come To take you from your prayers.
RACHIS.
You think you triumph, But when you roll your thirsty tongue in hell, And see me in the peace of Abraham’s bosom, Watching your pain--
ASTOLPH.
To every dog his day! [_with a shudder_] Ah, then--meanwhile there is a blowing wind, And all the world to ravish ... Carloman, We are the brothers now ... [_to_ DAMIANI] Yes, I and this [RACHIS _sneaks off, hissing curses_.] Fraternal soul, your madman.
DAMIANI.
Do you need An interview?
ASTOLPH.
I take it, thank you. Glance A moment at my soldiers--and retire.
[_They all withdraw._]
Come to the well, where we can sit and talk, And I can have a draught.
[_He looses his helmet and dips it in the well._ CARLOMAN _puts both hands round it as soon as it is full of water_.]
CARLOMAN.
Wait! [_drinking_] Cool and strong! That prison-stuff was stagnant. Sunshine’s warmth, The cool of water, how they both refresh! [_looking up with a smile_] Now, brilliant one, your business?
ASTOLPH.
Will you leave The Monastery?
CARLOMAN.
At once.
ASTOLPH.
You have no terror? You will not creep back, conscience in your nerves?
CARLOMAN.
Let me but pass the door.
ASTOLPH.
[_laughing_] You see it swings. I left it open.
CARLOMAN.
Then we start at once.
ASTOLPH.
[_checking him_] No, stay a little. Are you still the friend Of Zacharias?
CARLOMAN.
He is great.
ASTOLPH.
No doubt-- And most sagacious, for he seeks your brother To win him with the bribe of sacred oil As vassal and ally against myself. I started here from Rome the hour I heard That Zacharias had crept out by night To travel northward and defeat my hopes. You must arrive before him! I am come Sure, from report, that you will help my cause, You, who have been a ruler. I contend No supernatural power should have control Of lands and cities, troops and civil rights, Matters distinct from God, as from the world The service he requires. Life is so easy If we will keep it human--quarrel, murder, And then make friends: we have so short a time To sin together ... but this hate deferred, These pestilential menaces!--
CARLOMAN.
The Pope Shall never injure France!
ASTOLPH.
It lies with you To break the threatened treaty. You have owned Power over Pepin?
CARLOMAN.
Yes; tho’ tardily, He followed all my counsels.
ASTOLPH.
Ride, and stop This treaty. If you ride you will forestall The Pontiff’s slower march; and I meantime Will press the siege of Rome ... you must not mind The ache of stiffened muscles.
CARLOMAN.
Hills and plains And trees--the olives, cypresses and vines; Then France with nuts and poplars! But you keep me In one great palpitation.
ASTOLPH.
Zacharias, Besetting me from north and southward, crushes My strongest forces. What a splendid thing For the old man to travel in the heat So far to work my ruin!
CARLOMAN.
But the world Is for the young, my Astolph.
ASTOLPH.
Carloman, I love you. Why, I feel a lad, eighteen, When looking on you. Come, we two must kiss; We may not burn together, flame in flame, Again--so we must kiss.
CARLOMAN.
My blessed one, Would I could cleave to you! You give me freedom, A gift so rarely thought of.
ASTOLPH.
[_calling a monk_] Fetch the Prior, The brethren, now--this instant. We must start.
CARLOMAN.
Grant me beside the freedom for myself Salvation for another.
ASTOLPH.
What, a monk Still half of you! Such trouble for men’s souls-- But have your wish. Once on the battlefield, Men will become your prey. This solid jaw Means grip you will not loose. O Carloman, If I can circumvent the Pope, and then Stretch him a bleeding quarry at my feet--
CARLOMAN.
What, Zacharias! But I plead for France; Popes must not meddle with her.
ASTOLPH.
[_as the_ PRIOR _and Monks re-enter_] I require The services of Carloman: another Whom he will choose attends him.
DAMIANI.
Impious wretch, You steal from God His servants!
[ASTOLPH _laughs and moves up the courtyard to summon his men_: DAMIANI _and_ RACHIS _talk to each other; the monks listen in a scared group_.]
CARLOMAN.
[_drawing_ MARCOMIR _to the front_] Marcomir, Come from this graveyard.
MARCOMIR.
No, I must not come, I dare not; she is yours.
CARLOMAN.
Is mine? You wrong her-- Not yours nor mine. Earth’s wisdom will begin When all relationships are put away, With their dull pack of duties, and we look Curious, benignant, with a great compassion Into each other’s lives.
MARCOMIR.
It is not so I look; I have a lust to gratify, A lust for very shame I loathe to mix With Geneviva’s image.
CARLOMAN.
Faugh! because You think that I possess her! Cursèd bonds, Cursed law that makes this riot in the heart! Come forth; all will be gentle out of doors. Gird up your habit.
MARCOMIR.
She?--
CARLOMAN.
Is but herself, O Marcomir, we tarry--and the leaves Are tossing through the air--
[ASTOLPH _throws his scarlet riding-cloak over_ CARLOMAN, _who seizes_ MARCOMIR _with an impetuous movement and draws him toward the horses that champ at the gate_.]