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Heliogabalus. Escort her here !

She comes, my goddess, with her sunny hair.
{He moves joyously for^vard, as if to meet Elsinoe, but starts
back in surprise as the gladiators of Iridion, with draivn
swords, enter. They approach and salute the Emperor,
who clutches Eutychian in his sudden fright. )
Heliogabalus. Where is the Greek? Who are these

savage men ?
Eutychian {laughing hoarsely). A present from Iridion
to the Bride !
It seems our Empress loves to watch their skill ;
Her brother sends them greeting in her train.
{As he speahs, the entering ranks of gladiators open and El-
sinoe appears in their midst. She is magnificently attired
in the Greek costume, but bands of the imperial purple
cross her breast. She wears the ivreath of bridal roses,
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face quite uncovered. The Ethiopians of Heliogabalus
file in after the gladiators. Elsino'c stands in their midst,
with perfect self-possession, but her eyelashes suddenly
droop on perceiving Alexander. )

Mainmea {aside to Alexander'). See how she stands,
like a Diana pale,

But shows no terror, no obeisance makes.

Ah ! now her fringing lashes fall to veil

The deep-blue eyes, unused to meet the gaze

Of men.

Heliogabalus. Fair daughter of Amphilochus,

Approach, and fill a throne worthy your charms !

Alexander {aside to Mammea'). Look, mother, now
the hot blood dyes her cheek !

How haughtily she lifts her golden head

As if already Empress ! See the flame

Indignant flashing from her dazzling eyes

As Caesar calls her to him ! She neither stirs

Nor speaks; as fierce and motionless as the Greek gods !

Ice flashing fire — fire curdling into ice !

Heliogabalus. Mammea, lead her to the inner room.

All unaccustomed to be seen by men.

Immured within the Gyneceum's bounds.

The maiden would have greater privacy ;

And I must seek to soothe this startled fawn.

Eutychian, marshal the prsetorian guard,

And house the gladiators with my slaves.

Fling the sestercii freely to the crowd,

And bid them shout the Emperor's coming bliss !

Good-night, fair friends ! the Empress will receive

You as befits her state to-morrow morn.

{Heliogabalus approaches Elsino'c, who remains haughtily
immovable, but accepts the proffered hand of Mammea.
The Ethiopians tnake a profound obeisance to the Empe-
ror as they leave the hall, preceded by Eutychian. ')

Euphorion {leader of the gladiators, kneelitig before Elsino'c).

Do we depart to rest, or watch near thee?

Elsino'c. Depart ! I'll learn to conquer fate alone !

{On a signal from Elsino'c, the gladiators follow Euphorion.
Exeunt Mammea, leading Elsino'c, Heliogabalus, Alex-
ander, slaves, and retainers. )
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SCENE III. 77/1? hall of Amphilochus, as in Scene I.
Iridion is alone, reclining upon a couch.

Jriciion. My sister ! It is bitter to my soul, —
But Rome must perish, or all men be slaves !

Masinissa {entering). Still sighing, Sigurd ? Calm
thee, king of men !

Iridion (springing to his feet). Call me not Sigurd, or
give me the waves
Of the old sea-kings ! Give me but the men
Who fought with my brave ancestors of yore,
And not a shred remains of Caesar's purple !
But my path lies through Darkness ! If I stretch
My arm, it meets with barriers strong as iron,
Yet movable and lithe as serpents are;
And I must crawl among them, and not strike, —
Creep without force or life, — I scorn myself!

Masinissa. Trust in the baseness, weakness of man-
kind !
Fate brought you here, and placed you at the gates
Of crumbling Rome : use the new forms of power
To combat with the rotting Past, of which
You are no part. Now is the time to act !
There will be time to weep hereafter . . . time . . .

Iridion. Shame ! Shame upon the Nazarenes who fall
Like beasts, rather than fight and die like men !
They hold me back, and . . .

Masinissa. Alexander is

Forever plotting with their subtle priests.
He will dethrone the Emperor, seize the crown,
Bring in the Christians, make their faith the law;
Then Rome will rule to the last centuries !

Iridion. By Odin, no ! He never shall be Caesar !

Masinissa. The catacombs decide the fate of Rome.
You bear the Christian seal upon your brow,
And feed with them upon their mysteries;
Inspire them with vengeance in the name
Of their own Crucified, still unavenged.
Ask where His altars arc, His reign o'er earth !
Fire, arm, and lead them ! When they wield the
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Forbidden them, then, O my son, my spirit
Shall be with you !

{He approaches Iridion atid leans upon his shoulder. ')
Iridion, remember you the night
In which your dying father said to me :
" I trust my son to you, with my one thoughf^ ?
You swore to give up hope, love, happiness,
And live alone for vengeance.
Then bending over him, as now o'er you,
I said to him : " Amphilochus, when thou
Shalt meet the Shades to whom thou art descending,
And ask of Masinissa, they will tell thee.
He ne'er forsakes those he has sworn to follow ;
Once his, they are his forever !
Amphilochus ! Thyself, thy son, and I,
Will be united in a trinity
Which never can be parted ! "

Iridion. Yes, thus it passed ; he died in the same hour :
But Elsinoe was with me, and wept
Within my arms !

Masitiissa. Now I repeat to you
The words then said : " Believe and trust in me ! "
Together upon earth — in the Hereafter —
Before Rome's ruin — after its certain fall —
We will be one forever and forever !

Iridiofi. Waves of resolve stream from thy withered
breast
And give me force ! Give me thy hand, old man !
Together upon earth — in the iiereafter —
Before Rome's ruin — after her agony —
We will be one forever and forever 1

i^He throws hijfise/fai the base of the statue of Amphilochus. )
Yes, it befell in such an hour as this.
With Elsinoe weeping in my arms, — ■
Sad, large as setting stars, the dying eyes
Of Hermes gazed upon me, — then I swore . . .
{Shouting and acclaim heard without. ')
{He starts to his feet. )
Hark ! Hearest thou that frightful, brutal cry?
Caesar throws gold to keep his bridal feast ]



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They shout and share his rapture !
Innocent victim ! Elsinoe ! Gods !

{He wraps his head in the folds of his toga. ')
Away, old man ! I must be left alone
With the wild hell that rages in my heart !



ACT II.

SCENE I. A temple in the vaults beneath the capital.
A golden-rayed statue of Mithras. Music is heard
approaching, and again dying away in the distance.
Priests and augurs ? nove in procession. Heliogabalus,
robed as a High-Priest of the Sun, enters with Elsinoe.
After the passing of the procession they remain alone.

Heliogabalus. Thou seest my power, O haughty

nymph ! I hold
Communion with the God of Light, the Stars,
The Genii of the Night: the High-Priests of the East
Adore my gifts and wonder at my words.

Elsinoe. The daughter of the North, of clouds and

winds,
Feels naught but scorn for weak, voluptuous gods
Immersed in perfume, lulled by the soft lute,
Sprinkled with blood of d^er, or new-born babes.
Tlie diamond sun upon thy purple breast
Com|)ares not with the light of my own North
Flashing from ice and snow and javelined men.

Heliogabalus. Fair serpent whom I love, what wouldst

thou more ?
Elsinoe. Odin, my mother's god, lives in the North.
Fearless, immovable, he stands through storms.
Frost, winds, because he is of rock and glittering steel.
He holds in his strong hands a foaming cup
Filled with the blood of heroes.
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Whose icy mirror breaks beneath his feet.

He is the god of warriors, — not of trembling boys !

{She picks up a wreath of hyacinths afid throivs it upon

Heliogabahis. )
Go, withered flowers, and grace a marrowless stalk ! —
The child of the Cimbrian Priestess ne'er can love
A weak, effeminate son of luxury.

{She attempts to go. )

Heliogabalus. Stay ! By the mysteries of Baal, stay !
I am High-Priest ! The Delian Apollo is
Less beautiful than I. The legion chose
Me Caesar for my faultless face and form.
I am Augustus,' Antoninus, and
Aurelius, Lord of Rome, India, and Africa !
Why stand'st thou silent? Why that piercing look?
I've showered upon thee ear-rings, bracelets, gems,
Purple and precious sapphires; set thee feasts,
Richer than ever dreamed by the beloved
Of Sardanapalus ; a hundred lions fought
Before thee yesterday ; I've sent away
Thy rivals from my palace, — the fair nymphs
Who loved me, — yet thou art still immovable,
Colder than marble ; glittering, hard as steel !

Elsinoe. Boy, fed on peacocks' livers, brains of
birds,
Thou vexest me ! Valhalla is my home,
Where my bold fathers sit on steel-girt thrones;
Each foot placed on the coffin of a foe !
Thy childish words disturb my distant thoughts,
Arrest my mystic visions. What canst thou wish.
Or what require from me? The hour is late ;
'Twere better I should pray to my stern gods.
Farewell, Augustus ! Caesar ! Antonine !

Heliogabalus. O sunny-haired ! most lovely ! exqui-
site !
I do implore thee, stay ! I tremble, gasp ;
See how I die, shivering at thy cold feet !
Nor god nor goddess ever saw before
Such clouds of golden hair, such bosom fair,
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Ehitioe. Wild boy, be still ! I hear my mother's
voice :
It pierces through these vaults.

Heliogabalus. I'd lay me down

Upon the altar's steps to kiss the tips
Of thy white feet !

(ylle approaches Elsinoe, who repulses him. ^
Elsinoe. No. I want iron arms, and manly lips
That chant a fearful hymn of blood and death 1
Slave of the praetors, seek the praetorians !

Heliogabalus. Accursed nymph, bitter shall be thy
end !
I'll have thee nailed upon a cross, and ask
All Rome to see thee suffer, writhe and die ! . . •

goddess, if too beautiful for man,

If Caesar's self is not sufficient for thee,

Mithras shall have thee ! Thou shalt be the Bride

Of the great Sun Himself! I can do this,

For I am able to do all I will !

Stay but a moment with me, even if

Thou wilt no nearer come !

I'm happier if I may but see thy face.
1 am so wretched ! Still so fair and young.
So eager for delight, yet round me stand
Treason, blood, doom and death ! Already life
Disgusts, and Fate is maddening me ! The ends
Of the earth are mine ; yet they avail me nothing !
The consecrated incense, breath of flowers.

The light of Mithras, blood of beasts, of men,
Charm Heliogabalus no more !

Dost hear?
Say, wilt thou love, or wilt thou drive me mad?
Wilt see me die here at thy cold, soft feet ?
Come, Elsinoe, we are both so young.
So fair, so weary, so unfortunate!
Here near thee, I will with thee, hand in hand.
And cheek to cheek, now go to sleep !

Elsinoe. Then sleep, —

Sleej) till the centurions come to murder Cassar !
Unhappy boy ! What arms, what strength hast thou?
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HoAv canst thon grasp the handle of a sword ?
Rest ! I will go and ask my gods if aid
May yet be found for thee.

{Exeiint Elsinoe. ')

Heliogahalus. Help ! Haste to me !

Eutychian, Priests, come, aid your Emperor !

{^Enter priests, augurs, <z»</ Eutychian. )

CHORUS OF PRIESTS.

Child of the Sun, what has befallen thee,
The Lord of mysteries and sacrifice?
Thy lips are white with foam, thy bosom pants.
The diamond star bursts from the purple bands
Across thy breast ! Thine eyes, dilated, roll
Wild in their sockets, while their wandering gaze
For pleasure seeks, and then asks blood, — then sink
They wearily as in eternal sleep !

Heliogabalus. The Furies tear my limbs ! I know, I

know . . .
Eutychian. Evoe Bacche ! my disciple is
As drunk as thou, when thou didst conquer India.

Heliogabalus. Alexian soon will draw the steel across
My breast, crying : " Caisar, reach me your throat ! "
Save me — and you shall have ten talents all !

Eutychian. Caesar himself I'd strike for that ten

talents !
Heliogabalus. Pity ! The Sun Himself is pledged to
avenge my death !

CHORUS OF PRIESTS.

Arouse thee, godlike Csesar ! Thou art our Lord,
And the whole earth belongs to thee alone.
Gods envious of thy fame torture thy soul
With horrid visions ! These phantoms melt away
In fires eternal, in Mithras' purest rays,
As the gray waves into the deep-blue sea,
The clouds into the sky, or the fair form
Of Semele into the light of Jupiter !

Heliogabalus {recovering himself). Give me your hands !
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It is my will she shall come to my couch !
Let her fair body tremble in my arms,
Or you shall all — as many as stand here —
Be given to the claws of the new leopards !

Eutychian. Me Hercule ! I think that I at least
Deserve a lion !

Heliogabalus. Silence! I'll bear no jests !

Where is she, Priests ?

CHORUS OF PRIESTS.

Her tall form lights the dark. The stranger's god
Struggles with Mithras!

Heliogabalus. Silence ! My Greek girl comes !

(Elsinoe enters from the backgroufid, and stands o? i a stone

covered with hieroglyphics. )

Elsinoe. I've asked them all. At first they would not
speak,
Sleeping upon their thrones after their meal of blood.
The armor clashed of one who was awake,
Who raised the crimson skull to his calm lips.
I asked them all, — my cry awakened them !
Where lip and cup touched, fell a drop of blood,
Which flying through the heavens dropped on my brow . . .

Heliogabalus. Speak, godlike Priestess ! I am not
condemned ?
Am not to die before the allotted time?

Elsinoe. The doom of the gods is storming through
my soul !
Kneel to receive it, mortals !

Heliogabalus {kneeling). Mithras, forgive !

Eutychian (Icneeling). Good-night, great Mithras!

Priests {kneeling). Strike the cursed sorceress dead,
Great Mithras, with thy beams!

Elsinoe. I saw a man

Stand on the earth, with steel and terror armed ;
Calm as a mountain lake his godlike brow,
The sword of victory flashed in his right hand !
I knew him, — but I notliing understood, —
I could not trust my sight !
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And all Valhalla echoed with the cry :
" He shall deliver Caesar ! "

Heliogabalus. His name ! His name !

Elsinoe. Sigurd, the son of Crimhild !
{She descends frojn the stone, and approaches Heliogabalus. ^

Writhe and crawl
No longer in the dust ! Stand up and be a man !
Go, courtiers, priests ; the Emperor needs you not !

{Exeunt. )
Couldst thou mount on the shoulders of thy gods.
And on them hunt, as if on untamed colts?
Drink blood from skulls, and ride on meteors' beams ?
Lie on the snow, with ghostly ruins round,
And gaze all night in the icy eye of the moon ?
Thou poor, luxurious boy, with purple robes.
And rosy gods, what is it thou canst do?
But tremble not ; the Greek will rescue thee.
And tear thee from the jaws of the abyss !

Heliogabalus. Iridion? Thy brother ? True, a fierce
And magic fire flashes from his dark eye, —
Oh, that the People had a single neck.
That I might kill them <2//\vith one strong blow !
Then, Elsinoe, I might rest my head
Upon thy heart for happy, quiet hours !
But my good Genius will Iridion be 3
Repeat it, — he is my deliverer !

Elsinoe. Give me thy hand, child ! I will watch thee
sleep.
Fear nothing while my gods keep guard o'er thee !

{She leads him out. )

SCENE n. Another part of the palace of the CcBsars. A
peristyW in which Mammea is sitting before a sacrificial
altar ; Alexander Severus is at her side. An open
antechamber is visible in the background.

Mammea. Tears often fill his eyes, he rarely smiles,
His features are like Plato's in the form,
But sadder in the expression ; even his foes
Cannot resist his holy influence.

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Alexander. My heart hangs daily more upon his doc-
trines.

Miifumea. The sum of earthly wisdom, only hope
Of life eternal, bliss beyond the grave.
Lie in our Bishop's creed-

(DoMiTiAN is seen hi the antechamber. ^
{Mammea rises. ) Domitian ! can it be?

Alexander {throwing himself into the arms of Domitian').
Dearest of men ! My earliest teacher ! friend !

Do7nitian. Be of good cheer, — I bring great news,
Mammea.

Mammea. How long you have been silent ! Darkest
fears
Filled my wrung soul ; I thank the gods they are
Not to be realized !

JDomitiafi. I did not write

From Antioch, because I had no messenger
Whom I could trust. The nearer grows our work
To its allotted end, the more we need
Caution and silence, — soon our aim we'll reach!

Mammea. Speak ! speak !

Dofnitian {looking carefully around him). Are these
walls deaf and dumb?

Alexander. Fear not !

But yesterday Roboam, the Emperor's dwarf.
Brought me a basket filled with poisoned fruit,
Which I spurned with my foot. Our breach is open ;
My disgust is known.

Domitian. Be patient, Alexander,

That here your foes may deem you still a child.
Great changes always generate in calm !
What would have been the consequence if I
In Laodicea, Smyrna, Ephesus,
And Antioch had cried aloud for vengeance.
Proclaimed the Emperor unfit to reign
Or live? . . . I spake no word, was silent everywhere,
But closely watched the People, Legions, Cohorts.
I marked the general murmurs ; when convinced
The germs of hate were ripe, that all hearts longed for

change, —
Then only did I whisper to myself:



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The time has come, the spark is widely thrown,

All Asia kindles into flame ! Then first

Did I hold secret converse with the Tribunes,

Questors, Prtetorians. The hour to speak

Had struck, and, shaping my temptation to

The individual wishes of each man

Whom I desired to win, my course began.

To some I offered gain ; some, higher rank ;

Some, wider influence ; thus I gained friends.

Closed contracts for efficient services.

But when I heard that Heliogabalus

Had named you Consul, I began to fear

Some dark design lurked 'neath this specious favor;

I hurried back to Rome to offer you,

In the legions' name, a hope, nay, promise of

The highest destiny ! Be patient ; let

But a short time pass quietly away,

And then our day of liberation comes !

Alexander. But why delay, even until to-morrow ?

Domitian. Because in Rome the Emperor is thronged
By men devoted to him, on account
Of his new shows, and by the praetorians,
Who worship him as the very god of gold
And vast expenditure.

The people always love, until they murder, Caesar !
The men encamped without the city gates
Favor our project.

Alexander. Aristomachus said

This very day, that he would risk his life
To serve Mammea or myself.

Domitian. And when

The hour of tumult strikes there's none like him ;
Until it does, he must be cautious, silent !
He can but serve us in the day of combat ;
And there is much to do ere it begins.
Think of the swarms of guards around the palace ;
The soldiers scattered everywhere through Rome ;
And the whole East against us ! The Syrians ne'er
Forget Heliogabalus, as the bright
And beautiful boy they knew in Emesa;
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In the Temple of the Sun.