Chapter 11

shown, on which chorus is assembled. The Emperor and Empress in royal box. Imperial cabinet and friends in boxes adjoining. Part of pit shown, filled with brightly dressed people.

Max. (To Carlotta) O, this is welcome! Are you not happy now? There's not a wrinkle on these smiling brows Where discontent may write her annals dark! My empire now is fixed, and strength and love Are gathering to my side. I can not put My hand out but 'tis clasped by some new friend.

Car. And true?

Max. And true. You are too fearful, sweet.

Car. And you too trustful.

Max. Nay, we can not trust Too much. Brutus spoke noblest when he said 'My heart doth joy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me.' And I would hope as much.

Car. (Aside) None, none are true! Even I am false who fear to speak my fears And ease his own when I should quicken them!

(Chorus from stage)

Hail, ye royal pair, O hail! Like two souls within one star May your heavenly light ne'er fail. Empress and great Emperor!

Hail to thee who ruleth mild As the manger-cradled child! Hail to her who long may be Guardian of us and thee!

Hail, O hail, ye pair divine! As two souls within one star May your light forever shine, Empress and great Emperor!

(Estrada appears on stage in front of chorus)

Est. Great Majesties, forgive our feeble welcome. We are in all things spotted and imperfect Save in affection for your Highnesses.

Max. (Rising) No, no! My friend--and friends--had you not hearts That turn to virtue as the flowers to sun, We had not made such progress to an hour When all the Empire wears the smile of peace, And we may rest like Love with folded arms Round his desire.

Est. 'Tis you have led us, sire. Pardon this mockery of what we'd do To celebrate this day had we but means. We shout thy name, but not above the clouds; We send up fires, but lightnings higher reach: We have adorned the city and ourselves, But India and the sea keep back the pearls We would pour here!

Max. Enough--and more, my friends. O, far too much! None mourn now but the gods Who are made indigent by this display Of wealth and joy!

Est. (Making low obeisance) We thank your majesty. This land shall e'er be called the happy land, And he who rules it--

Asef. (Stepping wildly from chorus) Prince of Murderers! The happy land! O land where widows' cries Choke Heaven, and mothers' tears make each new day A flood!

Mir. Guards there! Take her away! The guards!

Max. No! Let her stay! We'll answer her!

Mir. My lord--

Max. Madam, we seek your country's love.

Asef. How do you seek it? By killing her dear sons! Setting your tigers loose among her children! Mejia from your very breast makes fire On patriot virtue! Dupin wets his teeth By day and night in infant and mother's blood! Maximilian, In brave Trevino's name, Salazar's name, In name of all as noble and as dear To Mexico as they, who daily die Beneath their country's flag the death of dogs, Shot down by your black law--signed by your hand-- In name of him as dear to me as thou To that proud woman who shall know what 'tis To clasp a ghost where throbbed her living love,-- I tell thee--die!

(Leaps from stage to Emperor's box attempting to stab him. As she leaps Carlotta springs before the Emperor)

Car. This heart--not that!

(Aseffa drops her dagger and stands bewildered. An officer seizes her. Utter confusion in theatre. Maximilian goes onto the stage. Silence)

Max. My friends,-- All you who love me see me here unhurt, And you who love me not, if any's here,

(Cries of "none, none!")

Take aim now as you will.

(Cries of "No! no! no! no!")

A Voice. Long live the Emperor! Maximilian!

Max. Then if you love me, friends, I beg you'll leave This place of song and go to the Cathedral. There pray for me to Him who spared my life, And, if you will, pray that He yet may spare it To work His will and yours.

(Crowd goes out silently)

Mar. (To Labastida) That was well done.

Lab. Sincerity is once a diplomat.

Car. (To Princess Salm-Salm) Princess, take this poor creature to your care.

(Officer releases Aseffa, who goes out as in a dream with Prince and Princess Salm-Salm and several ladies)

Mar. (Approaching Maximilian) Your Majesty, let me congratulate-- Ill, sire?

Max. Sick, sick, O sick of compliments! If I've a friend here let me hear the truth! What did that creature mean? The truth, I say! (Silence) You, Miramon? Lopez? (Silence) Trevino's dead?

Lop. He is.

Max. And Rafael Mendorez?

Lop. Dead. The woman is his widow.

Max. Oh!... And this! (Taking out message) This from Dupin! 'All quiet in Savarro.' It means--

Lop. The town is ashes.

Max. O God! O God! You ministers! Ay, ministers of hell! Didst think ye served the devil?

Est. O, my lord--

Max. No friend! Not one! Charles! Charles! you must have known! These foreign hearts have their excuse, but you-- The tower of confidence between us two, Built part by part by faithful mason hours, Is shaken to atoms!

Char. I will build it o'er!

Max. First will the wind-strewn rose upgather all Her petals from the dust, and cheek by cheek, Hang them new-smiling on the nodding bough!

Mir. Your Majesty, what we have done was done To save our country and your beloved life. Your noble heart was blind to your great danger, And 'twas our duty and our work of love To save you from your fatal tenderness.

Lop. (Kneeling) O gracious sovereign, had I but known You did not know, I would have dared the wrath Of all the court, and spoken to you but truth!

Max. (Lifting him up) And 'twas your tongue at last that broke the silence, I must forgive you.

Mar. By your necessity, Your Majesty, we may all hope for pardon. Juarez, encouraged by the United States, Is roused again to war. We have appealed For compromise and terms of friendly union, But his one answer for us all is--death! Yet are we faithful to you, sire.

Max. O Heaven! What poisonous opiate have you fed me with And called it peace? But war is not the worst! Oh, Miramon, did you not swear to me All prisoners taken by that cruel law Should be reported day or night to me That I might pardon or remit their sentence?

Mir. O, sir, you knew not your extremity, Nor could you know it though we told it you, The hearts of Mexicans once turned to hate Are far too deep for sincere eyes to pierce. But I thank God we knew the danger, sire, And struck the serpent raised even at your life. When you, all gentleness, could not have given The necessary blow. Ay, God be thanked, although You cast me from your heart. 'T will be my comfort To know I served you better than you dreamed. And 'tis the penalty of over-love To suffer by the hand that (kneels and kisses Maximilian's hand) it would kiss!

Max. Must I forgive him, Heaven?

Lab. Ay, sir, you must, For his deceit was but the greater truth That served your blind necessity.

Est. O, sir, Do not desert us! If now the Empire falls 'Tis death to all that have been true to you. Juarez will give no quarter to your friends.

Max. The Liberals advance?

Mar. Each day they're nearer; And towns and provinces fall by the way.

Berz. Without you, sir, our cause will die in blood, And Mexico be but a grave for those Who've loved and served you!

Mar. The United States has ranked Full sixty thousand men on our frontiers,-- But we have France--

Max. I am awake! At last! From now no man shall risk his life for me But I take equal chance with him! Ah, this Is war, not murder!

Mar. You will lead our troops?

Max. I will.

Mar. Then Mexico is saved! The way To win the southern hearts is but to trust them. Leave at your capital the foreign troops And lead your native soldiers 'gainst the foe!

Car. (Aside) No! Never! Never! Alone with those dark hearts!

(Enter Marshal Bazaine with envoy from France, Comte de St. Sueveur, Marquis de Gallifet, and General Castlenau)

Baz. My lord, we bring new messages from France.

Gen. Cast. Your majesty, we beg your gracious pardon For this unseemly pressure.

Max. You have it, sir. What says Napoleon?

Cast. He greets you, sire, with my unworthy tongue, And sends this letter. (Maximilian reads)

Max. My eyes, I think, turn wizards And conjure 'gainst the truth that must be here. For I read false. (Puzzled) What does he mean? Not this--

Baz. My lord, my letters make the import clear. I have instructions here to counsel you To make immediate abdication.

Max. No!

Car. What? Abdication?

Baz. Ay! That is the word.

Car. A word for fear and weakness, not for strength, And Maximilian is as strong as France While great Napoleon respects his oath! His troops are ours--

Baz. Nay, princess--

Mir. (Fiercely) Her Majesty!

Baz. (Sneers) You prize the feather when the cap is lost? (To the Empress) Pardon a slipping tongue, your Majesty. Those troops you speak of go with me to France. Such is my order--such the firm demand Of the United States.

Car. Is France a province Of the United States? Napoleon Page, lackey, footboy to America? Is she an Empire, he an Emperor? Or have we dreamed he is Napoleon?

Max. (Recovered from his bewilderment) Withdraw his troops! He can not--dare not do it! 'T would blister history's page to set it down, And 'tis his burning wish to be the star Of human chronicles. I'll not believe it, Though all my senses brand confirming yea Upon my mind. O shout it in my ears, And let me see the troops go marching out, Still I'll believe it is my eyes and ears That mutiny, not France turned traitor!

Baz. Your Majesty, you must believe the truth, And make you ready for a swift departure. 'T will not be safe here let a moon go by.

Max. If danger's here, then here I stay to share it. Dost think I'll leave my friends to die alone While I by flight dishonor Majesty?

Baz. 'Tis death to stay. You would not be so mad.

Mir. Hail to our new-born king! New-born thou art Unto our love. Nay, we did love before, But now we'll worship thee.

Car. Napoleon! You shall not do this monstrous thing! You shall not!

Baz. The crown of France doth ask consent of none.

Car. I'll go to him and say such words that from His shame-marked brow his outraged crown will fall In horror. I will go! Take out the troops, Bazaine. Ay, take them out! He will be glad To send them back and purchase with his blood Redemption from such shame. He'll empty France To do it! I will go. But I'll not kneel. A thousand years my blood has run through kings, And he's the _third_ Napoleon!

(Sinks, exhausted with emotion. Ladies attend her)

Mir. The traitor! We have no need of him! To France, Bazaine, And tell your Emperor our Emperor Needs not his fickle strength to stand upon! Sire, we have men, and money in our banks--

Lab. A mighty church whose power is untold If you restore her rights, as now we hope, And thus united we shall defy the world!

Max. And Heaven, too? For that is what we do When we set up the church in her old wrongs. Nay, keep your aid, and I will keep my soul.

Lop. Your virtuous angel strives to make you god.

Max. No, but to keep me honest.

Mar. (Aside to Lab.) Yield to him. 'Tis not the hour to cast him off.

Lab. My lord, Your virtue conquers, and unto your hands I yield the power o' the church.

Max. I thank your grace, Nor for myself, but Mexico.

Baz. I go to France. What message have you for Napoleon?

Max. Tell him that he has placed me here between Death and dishonor--and my choice is made.

(Bazaine and French ambassadors turn slowly and go out)

Max. (Quietly to Miramon) We'll join you at the door.

(Exeunt all but Carlotta and Maximilian. He holds out his arms, and she goes silently to his embrace)

(CURTAIN)