No More Learning

Hosanna ! See, the Day of Judgment dawns !

CHORUS OF THE YOUNG.

Now keep thy promise, Hieronymus !

The will of Christ reveals itself through thee !

Iridion. Mithras and Jove go thundering down to-
gether,
As we, the faithful Christians, march to plant
The Holy Cross upon the Capitol !
My treasures all are yours ! My blood to its last drop !
Swear then to follow me !

CHORUS OF THE OLD.

Swear not ! Woe ! woe !

CHORUS OF THE YOUNG.

We swear ! We swear it in the name of Christ !

Iridion. You'll know no rest, no prayers, nor feed upon
The Body of the Lord, until you plant
His sacred Cross upon the Capitol !

CHORUS OF THE YOUNG.

We swear !

BARBARIANS.

We swear !

CHORUS OF THE OLD.

Earth yawns to swallow sacrilege !

( The tumult continues to increase. Crashing and subter-
ranean noises ; torches flicker and go out; mounds,
stones, and pillars totter; the old graves of the pagans
yawn; groups of Christians are srvallowed up; fires
break from the earth and panic prevails. ')
Iridion. Thus will Rome fall in ashes 'neath our

swords !

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IRIDION.



Voices. The torches flicker ! Beware ! they will go

out !
Men runving back. Fire ! Fire ! Earth opens, sends

forth flame and smoke !

CHORUS OF BARBARIANS.

Room ! Let us make a way across this crowd !
Up ! up ! where javelins glance and keen blades shine
In the light of day ! Why should the sons of ice
Stay here to perish in this realm of fire ?

Simeon. Friends, follow me ! He whom I bear before
you
Once stilled the storm-waves of a raging sea.

Voices. Back ! back ! Before us flames rise from the

earth !
Iridion. Here ! here ! This Christian tomb is safe
enough.
The Furies play with earthquakes in these graves!
Wild terror blinds you! Cease not to be men !

Simeon. This stone is tottering — throws me at your

feet !
Iridion. Come, lean on me! {^Pointing to his breast. )

This rock has never trembled !
Simeofi. Where are the men who followed after me?
Iridion. All vanished ! . . . I never saw so wild a
night.
How few remain of all our thousand torches !

Simeon. And they, like dying stars, are going out;
First one, and then another. We will be left
In utter darkness in these awful vaults !

Many Voices. It is the hour of death ! Forgive our

sins !
Simeon {to Iridion). Hold your torch high above this

sea of darkness !
Iridion. I hold it firmly, but it throws no light.
Simeon (seizing Iridion). Hear you that frightful crash?
The tumult drowns
The voices of the dying ! all is lost !

{Earth opens, and a group of men is swallowed. )



IRIDION. 375

Iridion. I hear the voices of the living there below !
To me ! to me ! ye who still breathe and move !

Simeon. Oh ! where are they who bnt a moment since
Stood at our side, and called on God for aid?

Iridion. God has already judged them. {Addressing
the voices. ) This way ! To me !

CHORUS OF BARBARIANS.

Through fire and darkness we still wander on,
Pursued by earthquakes, thunder, lightning, flame,
But our strong hearts beat calm as on our sea
Of ice, sleet, hail, whirlwinds, and mist and snow.

Iridion. Look to your steps ! Your torches here ! I
know
The way, can lead you safely to the light.

Voices in the distance. Burn Earth, until the Day of

the Last Judgment !
Simeon. I hear the tramp of feet ; the sound of voices ;
Our brethren on their way to Eloim;
They're safe ! Let us rejoin them !

Iridion. Heard you that cry ?

CHORUS.

On ! On !

Iridion. Fly ! Fly !

A Voice {approaching ever nearer). To arms ! To
arms ! To arms !

{Iridion flies forward. )

CHORUS OF THE OLD.

Stop ! stop ! It is the Father of all lies,
Who calls you to destruction !

Iridion. Metella's voice !

Simeon {retaining Iridion). I will not let you go, Hier-

onymus !
Iridion. If I remain, who is to guide them out? {He
moves on, repulsing Simeon. )
I call upon you, O Amphilochus,
Humble these flames of Erebus before me !



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Voice of Metella. Near thee, my crown shall be of stars

immortal !
Iridion. O Christ, in whom she trusts, save the un-
fortunate !
{It groivs lighter. Flames break from the earth, Metella
appears in their midst, Iridion rushes forward to save
her. )

CHORUS OF BARBARIANS.

The helmet of our hero flashes lightning !
It disappears in darkness.

Simeon. Hieronymus !

Baj'barian. Sigurd ! our Sigurd, come !

Voice of Iridion. I hasten to you !

(^He returns bearing Metella in his arms. )
Lower the torches ! this way ! follow me !
{Barbarians, Simeon, Christians, etc. , follow Iridion, who,

winding through graves and mounds, bears off Metella

in his arms. The flames fall before him, and the scene

is left in darkness. )

CHORUS OF RETREATING BARBARIANS.

Save us, O Son of man, and Rome shall be
Thrice ruined, burned ! First that she is the foe
Of the gay children of the sunny South,
Of the strong freemen of the frozen North,
And of the human race in every clime !

A Voice in the darkness. Storms, go to rest in these
old pagan graves !
You ashes of the ancients, sleep once more !
{New flames rise from the earth and stand like pillars of
fire. Masinissa appears in their inidst. )

CHORUS OF INFERNALS.

Look ! At thy voice how peaceful we become,
Burning like lamps before a sanctuary !
We, (. lamned, who are to burn eternally,
Immortal victims of immortal woes !



I RID I ON. 377

Masinissa. The hour will come when earth shall be
your prey !
Await it ! . . . Your work to-day must finish here !
You must no farther go.

CHORUS OF INFERNALS.

O victory!
AVe will not live forever in despair,
In night eternal ! We will wreak revenge !
The spirits of the Light will one day ask :
Where is the Earth, our sister? Blotted out !
And He who saved her, cry: Where is my Bride?
For answer we will fling her ashes back.
And they will fly beyond the farthest star !

Masinissa. Peace, O my sons ! The moment of revenge
Still sleeps in the depths of your eternity !
Thousands of human generations stand
Between you and that happy, longed-for hour.
Your power must increase with myriads won ;
Men must have worn out much of present force ;
All creeds must first be deeply dyed in blood,
Then given up as false ; every negation
Be covered o'er with slime, then deified !
Men first must drive their God from his own throne,
Then strive to fill it with their dying forms !
Wait till their pride and nothingness are full,
Till their maturity is only folly,
Till power with them means naught but cruelty !

Jnfernals. And they shall perish !

Masinissa. We must possess their soaring intellect.
Seize on the godlike thought which rests in them,
Make them create worlds farther from the truth,
Extinguish in their souls that spark divine
Which they have ravished from celestial spheres;
Must crown their brows with the meteor gleam of science;
Must put ephemeral sceptres in their hands ;
And make of them the autocrats of earth.

Infernals. And they shall perish !

Masinissa (^going up and down among the flames).
Faith, Hope, and Love, eternal Trinity !
I've broken Thee asunder in the hearts



378 I RID ION.

Of thy most faithful children, even the sons

Of Benediction, — wrung Thy blessing from them !

Thou fillest not with them the vacant thrones

Once filled by us in splendor, light, and bliss !

Thou' It never find such glorious sons again,

Great Enemy, who hast Thyself put out

The blazing stars which were Thy proper glory !

Infenials. Our brilliant Thrones shall ever empty stand !
Our hymns of glory no more fill the sky !
His Psalm-singers shall perish at His feet !

Masinissa. This very night begins your ruin, men !
You, puny souls, shall never fill our thrones !
You will abandon God, as we have Him abandoned !

I/ifernals. And they will come at last to eat our bread,
To dwell in our dark homes, and drink our cups of fire !

Masinissa. How canst Thou love them, deadly Enemy?
They've gone astray from the first spring of earth !
No day has ever passed since they were made
In which, disputing of Thy Nature, Substance,
They have not dimmed Thy Name with sterile questions !
In Thy Great Name they torture, murder, burn !
In Thy Great Name they go forth to oppress !
Through all their knowledge, all their ignorance,
Their reason or their folly, anguish, bliss.
Humility, or pride, their crimes, or virtues.
Their lowly prayers, or blasphemies of pride, —
Thou'rt ever pierced and crucified anew!
Great Foe ! on Heaven's heights Thou yet shalt drain
The cup of gall they held to Thy wrung lips
In Thy last sigh of love for them on earth.
Until, in Thy turn, Thou shalt also curse them,
Until in the midst of all Thy power, glory,
The pangs of baffled love and useless mercy
Shall teach Thee grief . '
Then Thou shalt know what our Hell truly is !

Jnfcrnals. Glory to Him who glitters in the fires
Of reprobation, bright as He once shone
When girded by Heaven's rainbows, fed on Light !
Glory to Him ! and glory unto us !

Masinissa. With His own hand He covereth His
brow,



I RID ION. 379

Furrowed with Heaven's lightning ! In the depths

Of the abyss He nourisheth a Thought

For the war of the last days when ends this world !

Glory to Him !

Our light transmutes to heat, and darkness comes

To overshadow me.

Depart in silence, Brothers !



ACT IV.



SCENE I. A scene in the camp of Alexander, without the
walls of the city. Aristomachus and Lucius Tubero
are in the foreground, while in the background Alexan-
der Severus and Domitian are seefi reclining upon
couches, and conversing in a low tone with each other.
Iridion enters.

Iridiofi. Romans, I seek you in your master's name !
Make your complaints, and I will listen ; answer
To each according to the will of Caesar.

Aristomachus. If you desire to know what we com-
plain of,
You should have come at least a year ago.
We would have told you then ; /'tis now too late ;
For men who take up arms complain no more ;
They threate^i, not obey ; command what they require.
You've seen our soldiers armed, prepared to march : —
You have my answer, Greek.

Iridion. Is this the answer too of Lucius Tubero ?

Tubero. Although my associate is excitable.
More skillful Avith his sword than with his words,
Yet I can add but little to his speech.
From me alone then tell the Emperor :
He made my father open his own veins,
And bleed to death in the bath ! My sister's child
He forced to swallow burning coals ! Remind him, Greek,
How many senators he has deprived
Of life and honor in the last three years !



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Tell him that I, surrounded once by friends,

By ])rosperous relations, am now alone :

The {^\\ he left me, die to-day of famine !

'Tis true we have for them, Eutychian,

Freedmen and concubines wearing the purple !

And, Greek, do not forget to add that he

Has basely shamed a noble Grecian maiden.

(^Iridion draws forth his tablets, and writes tipon them with

his stylus. ^y
What write you there, son of Amphilochus?

Iridion. What you have said, — your name, — your
hour of death !
Proceed, I pray.

Tubero. Danaus, thanks ! Tell him

If he will nail Eutychian to a cross,
Pay from his treasures the sums justly due.
Resign his powers as high-priest, consul, Cassar, —
We may grant him his miserable life,
Let him retain his mistress if she choose,
And send him to that country whence he came
To curse and ruin Rome !

Aristomachus. But bid him haste !

To-morrow's dawn we force the city gates,
One hour later in his palace stand.

Iridion. Is there no more ?

Aristomachus {drawing his sword). Naught but the
flash of steel !

Tubero {also drazuing his sword). Only the sword
can, in a single day,
Wash out in blood the infamy of years !

Aristomachus. With steel we'll hew both crown and
head from Caesar,
And scare the laugh of scorn from the proud lips
Of his confederate !

Iridion. Indeed ? . . . You have

At last divined the scorn which fills my soul
To hear a Roman prate indignantly
Of yokes and chains, symbols of his own shame !
{He laughs. ) Tiberius drove your sires, like beasts, to
pens ;



IRIDION. 381

And Nero, scorned himself, trod them to scorn !

How can you dare complain of any shame ?

You, sons of men who labored to disgrace

And outrage the whole earth ! how dare you speak

Of honor? Mistake not what you really are !

Your race is the most cruel, basest on earth !

Were this not true, would Asia, godlike Greece,

The Hyrcanian Syrtis, the Jazigean wastes,*

And every country which you have subdued,

Lie withered 'neath your desolating breath.

Crumbling in ashes, blighted and destroyed?

You have divined aright, I laugh in scorn ! —

As yet you know not wliat such smiles foretell !

{He stands directly in front of them, and addresses thejfi

in a tone of command. ^
Unless you instantly lay down your arms,
Without delay fall at your Emperor's feet.
Give every tenth man up to meet his vengeance ;
Shame, torture, death await you.
Romans, my mission now with you is over !

Aristomachiis. Away to Caesar ! Tell him to anoint
His hair for festival ! To-morrow eve
He sleeps with Pluto o'er the gloomy Styx!

Iridion {approaching Alexander'). My embassy is now
with Alexander.

Doniitian {to Alexander). Strike the intruder dumb
with scorn !

Alexander. I cannot !

Iridion. Thy brother greets thee ! He demands to
know
Why at the dead of night thou fled'st his palace?
He orders thy return without delay.
And will commute thy doom of death to banishment !

Alexander {rising suddenly). No ! no ! a thousand
times 1 {To Domitian. )

There's more in this



* Hyrcania was situated on the coast of the Caspian Sea; the Deserts
of the Jaziges between the Don and Dnieper.



^82 I RID ION.

Than meets the ear ! I will hold converse with
Iridion alone. Leave us, my friends !

{^Exeunt all save Alexander and Iridion. ')
The gods of vengeance weave their treacherous mists
Between our souls, son of Amphilochus.
I can no longer read your heart, designs ;
And you no longer seem to know Severus.
Did you not vow a hecatomb to Fortune
That day when justice should have rule in Rome?

Iridion. I vow it still ! Oh, if she would but grant
A single day's, nay, but an hour's, justice,
I might bring Rome itself and immolate
As burning hecatomb upon the shrine
Of this same goddess, Fortune !

Alexander. You wrong me, Greek,

With your ambiguous words. Do you not owe
Me thanks, that I believe not my own eyes,
However clearly they report your perfidy ?
I scarcely know myself why I so long
To love and trust you ; to be loved and trusted !

Iridion. Thanks from my soul, Severus! Ah ! if Fate
Had made me as a man to live with men,
And granted me to soothe my heart with friendship,
I would have chosen you, as honored friend,
From all the world, true Alexander !
It cannot be ! Look ! both our breasts are clad
Li iron, and can but approach in mortal combat !

Alexander. It is not yet too late ! Forsake the tyrant,
Look through the mists gathering between our hearts !
Call me once friend, — and I will never doubt you.
Iridion, where is your P^lsinoe?

Iridion. Where Nemesis and all the Furies chain her !

Alexander. She still is pure as purest vestal virgin ;
Pure as my thoughts of her ! Listen to me . . .
Iridion, stop ! . . . Oh, I conjure you, stay ! . . .
Yes, I have read unutterable pain
In her heroic eyes ! I know she hates him ! . . .
And can her brother fight for one she scorns.
Retain her in a bondage worse than death?

Iridion. Wliy arc your days to be so short and sad,
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IRIDION. 383

Of all your noble love, your thirst for virtue?
You perish like harmonious sounds, unheard
By men, — known only to the gods !

Alexa7ider. Why gaze upon me with a look so sad?
Yes, I have heard it said your mother bore
A demigod in her prophetic breast !

Iridion. A god of vengeance to the Furies vowed ! . . .
Alas ! The good inherit oft the punishment
Due only to the guilty ! . . .