Chapter 4

_and his Guests at Table.--A storm without, and Thunder occasionally heard during the Banquet_.

_Sar._ Fill full! why this is as it should be: here Is my true realm, amidst bright eyes and faces Happy as fair! Here sorrow cannot reach.

_Zam._ Nor elsewhere--where the King is, pleasure sparkles.

_Sar._ Is not this better now than Nimrod's huntings, Or my wild Grandam's chase in search of kingdoms She could not keep when conquered?

_Alt._ Mighty though They were, as all thy royal line have been, Yet none of those who went before have reached The acmé of Sardanapalus, who 10 Has placed his joy in peace--the sole true glory.

_Sar._ And pleasure, good Altada, to which glory Is but the path. What is it that we seek? Enjoyment! We have cut the way short to it, And not gone tracking it through human ashes, Making a grave with every footstep.

_Zam._ No; All hearts are happy, and all voices bless The King of peace--who holds a world in jubilee.

_Sar._ Art sure of that? I have heard otherwise; Some say that there be traitors.

_Zam._ Traitors they 20 Who dare to say so!--'Tis impossible. What cause?

_Sar._ What cause? true,--fill the goblet up; We will not think of them: there are none such, Or if there be, they are gone.

_Alt._ Guests, to my pledge! Down on your knees, and drink a measure to The safety of the King--the monarch, say I? The God Sardanapalus! [ZAMES _and the Guests kneel, and exclaim_-- Mightier than His father Baal, the God Sardanapalus! [_It thunders as they kneel; some start up in confusion_.

_Zam._ Why do you rise, my friends? in that strong peal His father gods consented.

_Myr._ Menaced, rather. 30 King, wilt thou bear this mad impiety?

_Sar._ Impiety!--nay, if the sires who reigned Before me can be Gods, I'll not disgrace Their lineage. But arise, my pious friends; Hoard your devotion for the Thunderer there: I seek but to be loved, not worshipped.

_Alt._ Both-- Both you must ever be by all true subjects.

_Sar._ Methinks the thunders still increase: it is An awful night.

_Myr._ Oh yes, for those who have No palace to protect their worshippers. 40

_Sar._ That's true, my Myrrha; and could I convert My realm to one wide shelter for the wretched, I'd do it.

_Myr._ Thou'rt no God, then--not to be Able to work a will so good and general, As thy wish would imply.

_Sar._ And your Gods, then, Who can, and do not?

_Myr._ Do not speak of that, Lest we provoke them.

_Sar._ True--, they love not censure Better than mortals. Friends, a thought has struck me: Were there no temples, would there, think ye, be Air worshippers?[v] that is, when it is angry, 50 And pelting as even now.

_Myr._ The Persian prays Upon his mountain.

_Sar._ Yes, when the Sun shines.

_Myr._ And I would ask if this your palace were Unroofed and desolate, how many flatterers Would lick the dust in which the King lay low?

_Alt._ The fair Ionian is too sarcastic Upon a nation whom she knows not well; The Assyrians know no pleasure but their King's, And homage is their pride.

_Sar._ Nay, pardon, guests, The fair Greek's readiness of speech.

_Alt._ _Pardon!_ sire: 60 We honour her of all things next to thee. Hark! what was that?

_Zam._ That! nothing but the jar Of distant portals shaken by the wind.

_Alt._ It sounded like the clash of--hark again!

_Zam._ The big rain pattering on the roof.

_Sar._ No more. Myrrha, my love, hast thou thy shell in order? Sing me a song of Sappho[18]; her, thou know'st, Who in thy country threw----

_Enter_ PANIA, _with his sword and garments bloody, and disordered. The guests rise in confusion_.

_Pan._ (_to the Guards_). Look to the portals; And with your best speed to the walls without. Your arms! To arms! The King's in danger. Monarch 70 Excuse this haste,--'tis faith.

_Sar._ Speak on.

_Pan._ It is As Salemenes feared; the faithless Satraps----

_Sar._ You are wounded--give some wine. Take breath, good Pania.

_Pan._ 'Tis nothing--a mere flesh wound. I am worn More with my speed to warn my sovereign, Than hurt in his defence.

_Myr._ Well, Sir, the rebels?

_Pan._ Soon as Arbaces and Beleses reached Their stations in the city, they refused To march; and on my attempt to use the power Which I was delegated with, they called 80 Upon their troops, who rose in fierce defiance.

_Myr._ All?

_Pan._ Too many.

_Sar._ Spare not of thy free speech, To spare mine ears--the truth.

_Pan._ My own slight guard Were faithful, and what's left of it is still so.

_Myr._ And are these all the force still faithful?

_Pan._ No-- The Bactrians, now led on by Salemenes, Who even then was on his way, still urged By strong suspicion of the Median chiefs, Are numerous, and make strong head against The rebels, fighting inch by inch, and forming 90 An orb around the palace, where they mean To centre all their force, and save the King. (_He hesitates_.) I am charged to----

_Myr._ 'Tis no time for hesitation.

_Pan._ Prince Salemenes doth implore the King To arm himself, although but for a moment, And show himself unto the soldiers: his Sole presence in this instant might do more Than hosts can do in his behalf.

_Sar._ What, ho! My armour there.

_Myr._ And wilt thou?

_Sar._ Will I not? Ho, there!--but seek not for the buckler: 'tis 100 Too heavy:--a light cuirass and my sword. Where are the rebels?

_Pan._ Scarce a furlong's length From the outward wall the fiercest conflict rages.

_Sar._ Then I may charge on horseback. Sfero, ho! Order my horse out.--There is space enough Even in our courts, and by the outer gate, To marshal half the horsemen of Arabia. [_Exit_ SFERO _for the armour_.

_Myr._ How I do love thee!

_Sar._ I ne'er doubted it.

_Myr._ But now I know thee.

_Sar._ (_to his Attendant_). Bring down my spear too-- Where's Salemenes?

_Pan._ Where a soldier should be, 110 In the thick of the fight.

_Sar._ Then hasten to him----Is The path still open, and communication Left 'twixt the palace and the phalanx?

_Pan._ 'Twas When I late left him, and I have no fear; Our troops were steady, and the phalanx formed.

_Sar._ Tell him to spare his person for the present, And that I will not spare my own--and say, I come.

_Pan._ There's victory in the very word. [_Exit_ PANIA.

_Sar._ Altada--Zames--forth, and arm ye! There Is all in readiness in the armoury. 120 See that the women are bestowed in safety In the remote apartments: let a guard Be set before them, with strict charge to quit The post but with their lives--command it, Zames. Altada, arm yourself, and return here; Your post is near our person. [_Exeunt_ ZAMES, ALTADA, _and all save_ MYRRHA.

_Enter_ SFERO _and others with the King's Arms, etc._

_Sfe._ King! your armour.

_Sar._ (_arming himself_). Give me the cuirass--so: my baldric; now My sword: I had forgot the helm--where is it? That's well--no, 'tis too heavy; you mistake, too-- It was not this I meant, but that which bears 130 A diadem around it.

_Sfe._ Sire, I deemed That too conspicuous from the precious stones To risk your sacred brow beneath--and trust me, This is of better metal, though less rich.

_Sar._ You deemed! Are you too turned a rebel? Fellow! Your part is to obey: return, and--no-- It is too late--I will go forth without it.

_Sfe._ At least, wear this.

_Sar._ Wear Caucasus! why, 'tis A mountain on my temples.

_Sfe._ Sire, the meanest Soldier goes not forth thus exposed to battle. 140 All men will recognise you--for the storm Has ceased, and the moon breaks forth in her brightness.

_Sar._ I go forth to be recognised, and thus Shall be so sooner. Now--my spear! I'm armed. [_In going stops short, and turns to_ SFERO. Sfero--I had forgotten--bring the mirror[19].

_Sfe._ The mirror, Sire?

_Sar._ Yes, sir, of polished brass, Brought from the spoils of India--but be speedy. [_Exit_ SFERO.

_Sar._ Myrrha, retire unto a place of safety. Why went you not forth with the other damsels?

_Myr._ Because my place is here.

_Sar._ And when I am gone---- 150

_Myr._ I follow.

_Sar._ _You!_ to battle?

_Myr._ If it were so, 'Twere not the first Greek girl had trod the path. I will await here your _return_.

_Sar._ The place Is spacious, and the first to be sought out, If they prevail; and, if it be so, And I return not----

_Myr._ Still we meet again.

_Sar._ How?

_Myr._ In the spot where all must meet at last-- In Hades! if there be, as I believe, A shore beyond the Styx; and if there be not, In ashes.

_Sar._ Darest thou so much?

_Myr._ I dare all things 160 Except survive what I have loved, to be A rebel's booty: forth, and do your bravest.

_Re-enter_ SFERO _with the mirror_.

_Sar._ (_looking at himself_). This cuirass fits me well, the baldric better, And the helm not at all. Methinks I seem [_Flings away the helmet after trying it again_. Passing well in these toys; and now to prove them. Altada! Where's Altada?

_Sfe._ Waiting, Sire, Without: he has your shield in readiness.

_Sar._ True--I forgot--he is my shield-bearer By right of blood, derived from age to age. Myrrha, embrace me;--yet once more--once more-- 170 Love me, whate'er betide. My chiefest glory Shall be to make me worthier of your love.

_Myr._ Go forth, and conquer! [_Exeunt_ SARDANAPALUS _and_ SFERO. Now, I am alone: All are gone forth, and of that all how few Perhaps return! Let him but vanquish, and Me perish! If he vanquish not, I perish; For I will not outlive him. He has wound About my heart, I know not how nor why. Not for that he is King; for now his kingdom Rocks underneath his throne, and the earth yawns 180 To yield him no more of it than a grave; And yet I love him more. Oh, mighty Jove! Forgive this monstrous love for a barbarian, Who knows not of Olympus! yes, I love him Now--now--far more than----Hark--to the war shout! Methinks it nears me. If it should be so, [_She draws forth a small vial_. This cunning Colchian poison, which my father Learned to compound on Euxine shores, and taught me How to preserve, shall free me! It had freed me Long ere this hour, but that I loved until 190 I half forgot I was a slave:--where all Are slaves save One, and proud of servitude, So they are served in turn by something lower In the degree of bondage: we forget That shackles worn like ornaments no less Are chains. Again that shout! and now the clash Of arms--and now--and now----

_Enter_ ALTADA.

_Alt._ Ho, Sfero, ho!

_Myr._ He is not here; what wouldst thou with him? How Goes on the conflict?

_Alt._ Dubiously and fiercely.

_Myr._ And the King?

_Alt._ Like a king. I must find Sfero, 200 And bring him a new spear with his own helmet.[w] He fights till now bare-headed, and by far Too much exposed. The soldiers knew his face, And the foe too; and in the moon's broad light, His silk tiara and his flowing hair Make him a mark too royal. Every arrow Is pointed at the fair hair and fair features, And the broad fillet which crowns both.

_Myr._ Ye Gods, Who fulminate o'er my father's land, protect him! Were you sent by the King?

_Alt._ By Salemenes, 210 Who sent me privily upon this charge, Without the knowledge of the careless sovereign. The King! the King fights as he revels! ho! What, Sfero! I will seek the armoury-- He must be there. [_Exit_ ALTADA.

_Myr._ 'Tis no dishonour--no-- 'Tis no dishonour to have loved this man. I almost wish now, what I never wished Before--that he were Grecian. If Alcides Were shamed in wearing Lydian Omphale's She-garb, and wielding her vile distaff; surely 220 He, who springs up a Hercules at once, Nursed in effeminate arts from youth to manhood, And rushes from the banquet to the battle, As though it were a bed of love, deserves That a Greek girl should be his paramour, And a Greek bard his minstrel--a Greek tomb His monument. How goes the strife, sir?

_Enter an Officer_.

_Officer_. Lost, Lost almost past recovery. Zames! Where Is Zames?

_Myr._ Posted with the guard appointed To watch before the apartment of the women. 230 [_Exit Officer_.

_Myr._ (_sola_). He's gone; and told no more than that all's lost! What need have I to know more? In those words, Those little words, a kingdom and a king, A line of thirteen ages, and the lives Of thousands, and the fortune of all left With life, are merged; and I, too, with the great, Like a small bubble breaking with the wave Which bore it, shall be nothing. At the least, My fate is in my keeping: no proud victor Shall count me with his spoils.

_Enter_ PANIA.

_Pan._ Away with me, 240 Myrrha, without delay; we must not lose A moment--all that's left us now.

_Myr._ The King?

_Pan._ Sent me here to conduct you hence, beyond The river, by a secret passage.

_Myr._ Then He lives----

_Pan._ And charged me to secure your life, And beg you to live on for his sake, till He can rejoin you.

_Myr._ Will he then give way?

_Pan._ Not till the last. Still, still he does whate'er Despair can do; and step by step disputes The very palace.

_Myr._ They are here, then:--aye, 250 Their shouts come ringing through the ancient halls, Never profaned by rebel echoes till This fatal night. Farewell, Assyria's line! Farewell to all of Nimrod! Even the name Is now no more.

_Pan._ Away with me--away!

_Myr._ No: I'll die here!--Away, and tell your King I loved him to the last.

_Enter_ SARDANAPALUS _and_ SALEMENES _with Soldiers_. PANIA _quits_ MYRRHA, _and ranges himself with them_.

_Sar._ Since it is thus, We'll die where we were born--in our own halls[x] Serry your ranks--stand firm. I have despatched A trusty satrap for the guard of Zames, All fresh and faithful; they'll be here anon. All is not over,--Pania, look to Myrrha. [PANIA _returns towards_ MYRRHA.

_Sal._ We have breathing time; yet once more charge, my friends-- One for Assyria!

_Sar._ Rather say for Bactria! My faithful Bactrians, I will henceforth be King of your nation, and we'll hold together This realm as province.

_Sal._ Hark! they come--they come.

_Enter_ BELESES _and_ ARBACES _with the Rebels_.

_Arb._ Set on, we have them in the toil. Charge! charge!

_Bel._ On! on!--Heaven fights for us, and with us--On!

[_They charge the King and_ SALEMENES _with their troops, who defend themselves till the arrival of_ ZAMES _with the Guard before mentioned. The Rebels are then driven off, and pursued by_ SALEMENES, _etc. As the King is going to join the pursuit,_ BELESES _crosses him_.

_Bel._ Ho! tyrant--_I_ will end this war.

_Sar._ Even so, 270 My warlike priest, and precious prophet, and Grateful and trusty subject: yield, I pray thee. I would reserve thee for a fitter doom, Rather than dip my hands in holy blood.

_Bel._ Thine hour is come.

_Sar._ No, thine.--I've lately read, Though but a young astrologer, the stars; And ranging round the zodiac, found thy fate In the sign of the Scorpion, which proclaims That thou wilt now be crushed.

_Bel._ But not by thee. [_They fight;_ BELESES _is wounded and disarmed_.

_Sar._ (_raising his sword to despatch him, exclaims_)-- Now call upon thy planets, will they shoot 280 From the sky to preserve their seer and credit?

[_A party of Rebels enter and rescue_ BELESES. _They assail the King, who in turn, is rescued by a Party of his Soldiers, who drive the Rebels off_.

The villain was a prophet after all. Upon them--ho! there--victory is ours. [_Exit in pursuit_.

_Myr._ (_to Pan._) Pursue! Why stand'st thou here, and leavest the ranks Of fellow-soldiers conquering without thee?

_Pan._ The King's command was not to quit thee.

_Myr._ _Me!_ Think not of me--a single soldier's arm Must not be wanting now. I ask no guard, I need no guard: what, with a world at stake, Keep watch upon a woman? Hence, I say, 290 Or thou art shamed! Nay, then, _I_ will go forth, A feeble female, 'midst their desperate strife, And bid thee guard me _there_--where thou shouldst shield Thy sovereign. [_Exit_ MYRRHA.

_Pan._ Yet stay, damsel!--She's gone. If aught of ill betide her, better I Had lost my life. Sardanapalus holds her Far dearer than his kingdom, yet he fights For that too; and can I do less than he, Who never flashed a scimitar till now? Myrrha, return, and I obey you, though 300 In disobedience to the monarch. [_Exit_ PANIA.

_Enter_ ALTADA _and_ SFERO _by an opposite door_.

_Alt._ Myrrha! What, gone? yet she was here when the fight raged, And Pania also. Can aught have befallen them?

_Sfe._ I saw both safe, when late the rebels fled; They probably are but retired to make Their way back to the harem.

_Alt._ If the King Prove victor, as it seems even now he must, And miss his own Ionian, we are doomed To worse than captive rebels.

_Sfe._ Let us trace them: She cannot be fled far; and, found, she makes 310 A richer prize to our soft sovereign Than his recovered kingdom.

_Alt._ Baal himself Ne'er fought more fiercely to win empire, than His silken son to save it: he defies All augury of foes or friends; and like The close and sultry summer's day, which bodes A twilight tempest, bursts forth in such thunder As sweeps the air and deluges the earth. The man's inscrutable.

_Sfe._ Not more than others. All are the sons of circumstance: away-- 320 Let's seek the slave out, or prepare to be Tortured for his infatuation, and[y] Condemned without a crime. [_Exeunt_.

_Enter_ SALEMENES _and Soldiers, etc._

_Sal._ The triumph is Flattering: they are beaten backward from the palace, And we have opened regular access To the troops stationed on the other side Euphrates, who may still be true; nay, must be, When they hear of our victory. But where Is the chief victor? where's the King?

_Enter_ SARDANAPALUS, _cum suis, etc., and_ MYRRHA.

_Sar._ Here, brother.

_Sal._ Unhurt, I hope.

_Sar._ Not quite; but let it pass. 330 We've cleared the palace----

_Sal._ And I trust the city. Our numbers gather; and I've ordered onward A cloud of Parthians, hitherto reserved, All fresh and fiery, to be poured upon them In their retreat, which soon will be a flight.

_Sar._ It is already, or at least they marched Faster than I could follow with my Bactrians, Who spared no speed. I am spent: give me a seat.

_Sal._ There stands the throne, Sire.

_Sar._ Tis no place to rest on, For mind nor body: let me have a couch, 340 [_They place a seat_. A peasant's stool, I care not what: so--now I breathe more freely.

_Sal._ This great hour has proved The brightest and most glorious of your life.

_Sar._ And the most tiresome. Where's my cupbearer? Bring me some water.

_Sal._ (_smiling_) 'Tis the first time he Ever had such an order: even I,[z] Your most austere of counsellors, would now Suggest a purpler beverage.

_Sar._ Blood--doubtless. But there's enough of that shed; as for wine, I have learned to-night the price of the pure element: 350 Thrice have I drank of it, and thrice renewed, With greater strength than the grape ever gave me, My charge upon the rebels. Where's the soldier Who gave me water in his helmet?[20]

_One of the Guards_. Slain, Sire! An arrow pierced his brain, while, scattering[aa] The last drops from his helm, he stood in act To place it on his brows.

_Sar._ Slain! unrewarded! And slain to serve my thirst: that's hard, poor slave! Had he but lived, I would have gorged him with Gold: all the gold of earth could ne'er repay 360 The pleasure of that draught; for I was parched As I am now. [_They bring water--he drinks_. I live again--from henceforth The goblet I reserve for hours of love, But war on water.

_Sal._ And that bandage, Sire, Which girds your arm?

_Sar._ A scratch from brave Beleses.

_Myr._ Oh! he is wounded![ab]

_Sar._ Not too much of that; And yet it feels a little stiff and painful, Now I am cooler.

_Myr._ You have bound it with----

_Sar._ The fillet of my diadem: the first time That ornament was ever aught to me, 370 Save an incumbrance.

_Myr._ (_to the Attendants_). Summon speedily A leech of the most skilful: pray, retire: I will unbind your wound and tend it.

_Sar._ Do so, For now it throbs sufficiently: but what Know'st thou of wounds? yet wherefore do I ask? Know'st thou, my brother, where I lighted on This minion?

_Sal._ Herding with the other females, Like frightened antelopes.

_Sar._ No: like the dam Of the young lion, femininely raging (And femininely meaneth furiously, 380 Because all passions in excess are female,) Against the hunter flying with her cub, She urged on with her voice and gesture, and Her floating hair and flashing eyes,[21] the soldiers, In the pursuit.

_Sal._ Indeed!

_Sar._ You see, this night Made warriors of more than me. I paused To look upon her, and her kindled cheek; Her large black eyes, that flashed through her long hair As it streamed o'er her; her blue veins that rose Along her most transparent brow; her nostril 390 Dilated from its symmetry; her lips Apart; her voice that clove through all the din, As a lute pierceth through the cymbal's clash, Jarred but not drowned by the loud brattling; her Waved arms, more dazzling with their own born whiteness Than the steel her hand held, which she caught up From a dead soldier's grasp;--all these things made Her seem unto the troops a prophetess Of victory, or Victory herself, Come down to hail us hers.[22]

_Sal._ (_aside_). This is too much. 400 Again the love-fit's on him, and all's lost, Unless we turn his thoughts. (_Aloud_.) But pray thee, Sire, Think of your wound--you said even now 'twas painful.

_Sar._ That's true, too; but I must not think of it.

_Sal._ I have looked to all things needful, and will now Receive reports of progress made in such Orders as I had given, and then return To hear your further pleasure.

_Sar._ Be it so.

_Sal._ (_in retiring_). Myrrha!

_Myr._ Prince!

_Sal._ You have shown a soul to-night, Which, were he not my sister's lord----But now 410 I have no time: thou lovest the King?

_Myr._ I love Sardanapalus.

_Sal._ But wouldst have him King still?

_Myr._ I would not have him less than what he should be.

_Sal._ Well then, to have him King, and yours, and all He should, or should not be; to have him _live_, Let him not sink back into luxury. You have more power upon his spirit than Wisdom within these walls, or fierce rebellion Raging without: look well that he relapse not.

_Myr._ There needed not the voice of Salemenes 420 To urge me on to this: I will not fail. All that a woman's weakness can----

_Sal._ Is power Omnipotent o'er such a heart as his: Exert it wisely. [_Exit_ SALEMENES.

_Sar._ Myrrha! what, at whispers With my stern brother? I shall soon be jealous.

_Myr._ (_smiling_). You have cause, Sire; for on the earth there breathes not A man more worthy of a woman's love, A soldier's trust, a subject's reverence, A king's esteem--the whole world's admiration!

_Sar._ Praise him, but not so warmly. I must not 430 Hear those sweet lips grow eloquent in aught That throws me into shade; yet you speak truth.

_Myr._ And now retire, to have your wound looked to, Pray lean on me.

_Sar._ Yes, love! but not from pain. [_Exeunt omnes_.