and death to
Alexander!
Krasinski - The Undivine Comedy
"
Come !
{Exeunt Iridion and Barbarians. ')
Victor. Christians, put up your prayers for Alexander !
He will be Csesar.
SCENE V. The street of tombs along the walls of Rome.
Enter soldiers of Iridion, bearing in Verres, wounded.
Scattered groups of men are seen from time to time flying
across the background.
Verres. Your torch seems tripled by my swimming
eyes :
Greek, read the inscription on this monument !
Soldier {reads). Diis manibus Attilii Verres bis con-
sulis . . .
Verres. Enough ; lay me beside my ancestor !
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IRIDION.
Bid me good-night, for though the dawn is near,
Verres will never see the sun again !
(Iridion appears on the opposite side, asce7iding from the
catacombs. He is first seen amid the ruins of a large
monument, accofnpanied by the Barbariafis. )
Iridion. The hues of morning mock me, painting flame
And fire upon the sky, — Rome yet unscathed !
{To the barbarians. ) Unbrace the axes from your gir-
dles, friends !
(Zr<? moves forward. ) Speak ! who art thou supported by
this tomb?
Verres. Is it a dying dream, or do I hear
Iridion's voice. Say, is it dream or truth?
Iridion. Truth. I am here. I hope you are not
hurt !
Verres. Approach ! You know a sign was promised
me ;
I waited for it like a famished wolf;
It never came, — and I began without it.
Behind yon pyramid, 'midst smoke and embers,
I met Rupilius, throttled him in the ashes.
The people fell upon us shouting " Severus ! "
And I received the wound from which I die.
Atropos' shears cut rapidly my life-thread !
The dawn grows brighter — but my life goes out —
I am the last of the Verres — Rome still stands —
{He dies. )
Iridion. All efforts to restore him are in vain ;
His debt to Fate is paid ! The last of the Verres !
Revenge him. Brothers ! Join with the troops I bring !
{A slave rushes by. )
Halt ! tell us whence you fly so rapidly ?
Slave. Last from the Forum. Do not stop me,
pray !
Iridion. In other days I gave you to my sister ;
You sang blind Homer to me when a boy.
But yesterday you clasped my chlamys for me
In Caisar's Hall — and yet you do not know me !
Slave. My noble Lord 1 {He kneels. )
Iridion. I left you with my sister.
IRIDION. 411
Whom you swore to defend with your own life.
Spare me no anguish ! tell me quickly all !
Slave. Scarce had the stars shone down through half
the night,
When suddenly the legions of Severus,
Shouting, plunged down upon the Palatine.
The livelong night with fury Scipio fought 3
I heard him raging like an angry wolf,
His men defending, driving back the foe.
You know you stationed me in Caesar's room.
Eutychian, pale with fear, ran to and fro
Without cessation. Thy sister came but once:
" Euphorion ? " she said. I answered her:
" Command ! I will obey ! O Elsinoe ! "
She made me no reply, gliding away
Divinely calm and beautiful as ever !
A melancholy splendor lit her brow,
Unearthly light, like midnight strewn with stars,
As if already floating o'er the waves of Styx !
Without, the cries grew ever more tumultuous.
Eutychian could bear his fright no longer;
Shivering, he rushed into the Hall of Porphyry,
And, leaning o'er the balustrade, he cried :
" The Greek betrays us ! Ay ! He has betrayed us !
His sister is a traitor ! She betrays us ! "
Maddened with terror then I heard him cry:
" The Emperor and Greek will burn the city !
Pardon me, Romans ! I am not in fault ! "
Aristomachus thundered from afar
Of Alexander's magnanimity.
Of recompense, forgiveness, and rewards ;
But when he ceased to speak, wild groans arose
Under the flashing of his keen-edged sword !
When his blade rested, he again deceived
Our people with his treacherous promises !
The praetorians then revolted, would obey
Neither centurions nor tribunes more : —
The threats of Scipio were hurled in vain ;
The fight ceased in the gardens, and they rushed
Precipitately in, storming the palace!
Then I ran to thy sister ; I had sworn
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IRIDION.
To defend her with my life, to die for her !
Caesar, with haggard looks, leaned on his couch ;
He had attached his pendants as High-Priest
To his imperial diadem: he held
In the one hand the knife of sacrifice,
A jeweled cup of poison in the other.
But without courage to destroy himself.
He heaved long sighs, lamented, sobbed and wept;
Sometimes was silent; suddenly would break
Into voluptuous songs, as rocked in rapturous dreams.
Upon a throne of gold thy sister sat,
Glittering with gems and robed in royal purple,
In utter silence, and divinely calm.
The first — the second door are rudely shattered —
The third door crashes in — voices and tumult —
The tramp of men — the clash of ringing steel —
I cover Elsinoe with my body —
Iridion. Your hand !
Eiipho7-ioti. Hundreds of lances tear away
The separating curtains, — troops rush in,
Led by Aristomachus, crying loudly :
"Murder and rob! Vengeance for all our wrongs! "
The Emperor springs upon them like a tiger, —
Soon running o'er with blood, retreats — back — back —
And falls at last among his cherished roses!
A living wall of swords obstructs my sight —
I cannot see him through the glittering veil —
I hear the blades break through his shattered breast!
When the wall falls — I see his jeweled hands —
Severed — there lies his diadem-crowned head!
Iridion. But Elsinoe? Elsinoe? friend!
Euphorion. Alas! my master, must I tell thee all?
That instant comes Severus, crying loudly:
"Who Elsinoe harms, ne'er sees the sun again! "
She gazes on him calmly as a goddess.
Throws back the purple mantle from her shoulders.
Seizes and drives a dagger to her heart !
I see the flash of steel, — the gush of blood !
Some muttered words . . .
Iridion. Go on ! Go on ! the gods
Have given Iridion a heart of stone!
IRIDION.
413
Euphorion. Broken the voice, — I catch the dying
sounds: —
"Brother! I will not live to love thy foe ! . . .
My task is done! . . . Mother! receive my soul! " . . .
She falls into the arms of Alexander!
Whirlpools of motion surge me as they will,
I stumble, fall upon Eutychian's corpse,
Fly for my life, then meet with Scipio,
Who still is leading the Cheruskian cohorts,
The sole men left who yield not to Severus !
Ha ! here he comes !
Iridion. Sun ! rising bright and clear,
Glaring so ghastly on my ruined hopes,
Where is my sister, my poor Elsinoe?
{^He moves a few steps forward, and leans against a tomb. ^
Far in the west on the volcano's brow,
The last cloud of this fatal night still lingers!
My mother often told me that the shades
Of mortals loved to rock themselves in clouds.
Float with the flying mists, — O Elsinoe! . . .
My sunny-haired, dost leave me thus forever?
(Scipio enters with the cohorts, and stops by the corpse of
Verres. )
Scipio. Dead ! Thou hast gone to sleep before me,
brother !
Yet let me once more press thy icy hand !
Sit tibi terra levis!
Euphorion {to Scipio). Look, where he leans for support
on a grave
And struggles with despair !
Scipio. Who? Who?
Euphorion. The Greek;
Son of Amphilochus.
Scipio. Iridion!
I waited vainly for the promised flames!
Iridion. In vain !
Scipio. Fortune betrays us everywhere !
Iridion. I know !
Scipio. Domitian, Tubero, are here,
Close at our heels; what are we next to do ?
414 IRIDION.
Iridion {starting from his stupor). Why, go to meet
them! . . . O Scipio, Roman blood!
Scipio. No weakness ever! Despair but gives thee
keener arms !
Our glorious chief! Such were the Patrician Romans!
Better to die with thee, than live to fall
By tigers' claws upon the bloody sands !
On ! on ! and Tubero will soon be ours!
Iridion {drawing his sivord and throwing away its scab-
bard).
Go, where my hopes are gone ! Thou, handle, grow
Into my hand, never to be unclasped I
Blood! Roman blood!
and death to Alexander!
On ! soldiers, on !
{Exeunt all. )
ACT V.
SCENE I. Palace of the Emperors. Alexander, Mam-
MEA, DoMiTiAN, Courtiers.
Domitian. Why do you parley longer with a madman ?
What can you hope from the perfidious Greek?
First he deceived us with his assumed sadness,
And then implacably resisted us.
Does he address to you a single prayer,
Acknowledge you as Emperor of Rome ?
Without the slightest shadow of success,
Did he not furiously fight all yesterday?
Did he not burn last night our Roman temples ?
Does he not combat for a ruined cause,
More like an incarnate Hate than mortal man ?
For, thank the gods ! men commit evil rather
To attain an end, than through a love for it.
He stands beyond the pale of all humanity.
Have no more mercy ! You have gone far enough
In sending him in state his sister's corpse.
Alexander. When Elsinoe lay pierced to the heart.
Stifling her moans, and dying in my arms,
IRIDION. 415
Her life-blood weltering o'er her breast of snow, —
I swore to pardon, to forgive her brother!
Upon this sacred vow her spirit fled : —
It floats before me now, and claims the promise.
Domitian. Let others prate of Caesar's magnanimity ;
I call it weakness ! Junius was named the Just
Because he would not pardon his own sons.
He who forgives the guilty, some day must
Punish the innocent !
Mafnmea (to Alexander). Swerve not from your
intent !
Mercy is royal purple for a king.
Domitian. And oft transforms the royal hue to blood !
Alexander. I cannot turn from my decision. Consul.
Go to Iridion ; propose my terms ;
Should you return from him with longed-for peace,
Happier than Titus, I can say, my friends,
I have not lost my day !
Domitian. Should I return,
And bring you back refusal, withering scorn ?
Alexander. I will have done what my heart bids me do ;
Have kept my promise to the sunny-haired ;
And you may then begin to judge and doom :
SCENE n. The Hall of Amphilochus as in Act I. , Seem
I. The corpse of Elsinoe, robed in white and strewed
with cypress branches, lies upon an elevated bier. A
Grecian vase of lustral water stands on a tripod beside
it. An Altar to Justice is erected in the midst of the
Hall. A chorus of weeping maidens circle the corpse,
scattering white roses and lilies around it. Pilades sits
moaning beside it. Enter iRWioti , followed by gladia-
tors, retainers, soldiers, and slaves.
Iridion [to Pilades'). Hast thou seen Masinissa, Pi-
lades ?
Pilades. No one has seen him since you parted with
him.
Iridion. Masinissa !
CHORUS OF GLADIATORS.
Masinissa ! Hear !
41 6 I RID I ON.
Iridion. Twice have these vaults alone replied for him !
{^He seats himself at the base of the statue of his father. ')
Pilades. The old man is a traitor to my Lord.
Iridion {covering his face with his hands).
Oh ! say not so ! . . . He was the friend of Sigurd,
Lifelong companion of Amphilochus.
Before his words the graves gave up their dead,
The buried walked in forms of life again.
He will return. He never will forsake me !
{He comes forward and addresses soldiers, gladiators and
slaves. )
I've called you all together at this hour,
When rest the Roman cohorts from the fight,
To pay the last sad honors to my sister's corpse.
The first pure victim of our holy vengeance,
She perished in her virgin innocence.
Let him who honors me, reverence her memory !
Let him who curses Rome, remember her
With deathless gratitude ! Let him who swears
To die with me, now bless her solemn shade !
{Iridion advances to the bier, takes a branch of cypress,
dips it in the vase of lustral water, and sp}-inkles the
drops rou7id the corpse. The gladiators, barbarians, etc. ,
do likewise, while the chorus of vifgins chants the * ' Salve
Eternum. ''^ )
CHORUS OF VIRGINS.
Not yet the fearful steersman, Son of Night
And Erebus, unfurling his black sails,
Has taken thee with him, O Elsinoe !
This side of gloomy Styx, thou wanderest still !
We lay a piece of gold in thy pale mouth
To pay thy silent Boatman, sunny-haired !
The poppy and the honey now we place
In thy snow hands — that move on earth no more —
To lull old surly Cerberus to sleep !
We weep around thy bier ! , . .
{They pause and weep. )
^ {Again resume. )
But a few moments more, and thou wilt go
Where swarms of Dead like shadowy vapors flit ;
IRIDION. 417
Whirling like autumn leaves they drift and toss :—
A moment after— and thou must appear
Before the Judgment Seat of Rhadamanthus,
The strict and terrible, where there are sighs,
Waitings and doom, and groans of vain remorse !
Salve Eternum, Elsinoe pale !
Thy rapid feet scarce touch the living flames \
Light as white wings they bear thee swiftly on !
Thou leavest the brazen gates of Erebus,
Thou Grossest o'er the blazing Phlegethon,
Which, like a snake of fire, winds seven times
Round gloomy Tartarus.
Ha, virgin ! Now thou seest a soft, sad light,
And groves of tender green, where reigns a still
And melancholy peace. There wait for thee
Full cups from Lethe's spring, and the calm shades
Of virgins like thyself, who perished young—
The perfumed leaves of spring flowers early mown !
Salve Eternum ! Elsinoe, go !
The piece of gold lies on thy pallid lips
To pay the Pilot with the gloomy sails !
Poppy and honey in thy hands of snow,
To soothe the triple-headed Cerberus !
Go, drink the cups from Lethe's calming spring!
Salve Eternum ! Elsinoe, go !
{After the chant has ceased, Euphorion enters and ad-
dresses Iridion, who is still standing by the bier. )
Euphorion. Son of Amphilochus !
Iridion. What is it, friend ?
Euphorion. Domitian, Cassar's Consul, asks admission.
Iridion. Admit, Euphorion ! I will see him here.
{Enter Domitian, preceded by the imperial eagles. )
Domitian. As foe and envoy you once came to us :
I come to you to-day, as foe and envoy.
Iridion. As you then answered me, I answer you to-
day :
"Our arms are in our hands. It is too late! "
Domitian. Like words result not in like consequence ;
Ours brought us victory !
Iridion. Did you say victory f
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41 8 I RID ION.
Rolls the imperial chariot yet along
The Via Sacra? I dream ///)' troops are there !
Holds Fortune yet the wreath of triumph round
The brow of Alexander, Conqueror?
Holds Alboin not the Viminalis still?
Is Scipio driven from the Aventine?
Who burned last night the temple of Faustinus,
The great Emilian Basilica?
Roman, it is defeat, not victory !
Domitian. I saw the sentenced on their way to death
This very morn ; they moaned and wrung their hands
In agony, — such fate must be your own.
But Alexander, sporting with success,
Would gladly save you from such suffering.
And offers peace, and pardon for your crimes.
Ii-idion. Perchance high treason against majesty?
Doynitian. And have you not been guilty of it, Greek?
Iridion. Your majesty began but yesterday.
And my crime is as old as the hearts of freemen !
Is there still more to hear? I am in haste.
Domitian. The Emperor exacts that you shall leave
The capital forever ; to Chiara go ;
Over the smoking entrails, swear to observe
All\. \\^ conditions, faithfulness to him;
Give up your accomplices to the last man.
And he who justly might immure for life
Or nail you to a cross, will take your hand,
Forgive, forget, and say farewell to you.
Iridion. Speak louder, Consul ! My people, have you
heard?
Caesar renews to me his terms of favor,
If I will chain you up like beasts, and give
You to his lictors' axe ! Shall I accept his grace ?
Would it be sweet to be allowed to kneel.
And strike our brows against the heels of Csesar?
Immortal gods ! who in your scorn of men
So calmly sleep on your Olympian heights,
Waken and scoff to hear Mammea's son
Dishonor ittw'X as his most j^recious gift
By Ulpian, to the son of Ampliilocluis !
(^He rises, and comes close to Domitian. ^
I RID ION. 419
Sooner will scorpions perch upon the hand
Of Ccesar, innocent as butterflies ;
Or Zeus' dread lightnings kneel to him, and^say :
" We pray thee suffer us to rend the clouds,'
Than will the son of the Greek, Amphilochus,
Lay down his arms, betray to death his brothers !
Domitian. I urge it not. I simply execute
A mission given by the Emperor.
Rather continue blind unto the end ;
Rage on with your few robbers, murderers;
Figlit for the Ruler you have chosen on earth ;
And when you fall— leading barbarians, slaves,
Assassins, gladiators, recreant Greeks, —
Into the Dark of Erebus; still shout, ^^
Crossing the Styx : " Long live the Syrian !
While Cerberus, with his three barking heads,
Makes chorus to your cry !
Iridion. Is this your legal skill in sifting motives,
In reading the complexities that weave
Their subtle mysteries through the human heart?
Great jurist, analyst, you know me not !
The worm which writhes under my feet in mire,
The very dust I shake from my cothurnus,
Have deeper place in my remembrance than
The Syrian. Domitian, ask my people, —
If any of them will respond to you,—
If there is one among them who has known,
Or can remember him you call viy master !
Many Voices. We serve Iridion only.
Other Voices. Only Sigurd.
Barbarians. Only the son of Crimhild, Odin's priestess.
Domitian. And she who lies so still upon this bier?
Iridion. I dedicated her to sacrifice !
She yielded not to threats of sovereign power,
Nor gave herself to spousals of dishonor.
Oh, injure not the dead ! Breathe not one word
To taint her sanctity, — who wakes no more !
Under the Syrian despot's poisoned breath,—
Whom Romans chose to be their Emperor,—
She lived more chaste than purest of your mothers,
Your daughters, or your unsunned vestal virgins !
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IRIDION,
Domitian. For whom then dost thou fight ? and against
whom ?
Iridion. Old man, the tale were long ; time fails to tell
it!
Domitian. Yet Alexander loves you, mystic Greek.
Iridion. No portion of my hate has fallen on him.
Domitian. Then, Greek, who is your r^<z/ enemy?
Come !
{Exeunt Iridion and Barbarians. ')
Victor. Christians, put up your prayers for Alexander !
He will be Csesar.
SCENE V. The street of tombs along the walls of Rome.
Enter soldiers of Iridion, bearing in Verres, wounded.
Scattered groups of men are seen from time to time flying
across the background.
Verres. Your torch seems tripled by my swimming
eyes :
Greek, read the inscription on this monument !
Soldier {reads). Diis manibus Attilii Verres bis con-
sulis . . .
Verres. Enough ; lay me beside my ancestor !
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IRIDION.
Bid me good-night, for though the dawn is near,
Verres will never see the sun again !
(Iridion appears on the opposite side, asce7iding from the
catacombs. He is first seen amid the ruins of a large
monument, accofnpanied by the Barbariafis. )
Iridion. The hues of morning mock me, painting flame
And fire upon the sky, — Rome yet unscathed !
{To the barbarians. ) Unbrace the axes from your gir-
dles, friends !
(Zr<? moves forward. ) Speak ! who art thou supported by
this tomb?
Verres. Is it a dying dream, or do I hear
Iridion's voice. Say, is it dream or truth?
Iridion. Truth. I am here. I hope you are not
hurt !
Verres. Approach ! You know a sign was promised
me ;
I waited for it like a famished wolf;
It never came, — and I began without it.
Behind yon pyramid, 'midst smoke and embers,
I met Rupilius, throttled him in the ashes.
The people fell upon us shouting " Severus ! "
And I received the wound from which I die.
Atropos' shears cut rapidly my life-thread !
The dawn grows brighter — but my life goes out —
I am the last of the Verres — Rome still stands —
{He dies. )
Iridion. All efforts to restore him are in vain ;
His debt to Fate is paid ! The last of the Verres !
Revenge him. Brothers ! Join with the troops I bring !
{A slave rushes by. )
Halt ! tell us whence you fly so rapidly ?
Slave. Last from the Forum. Do not stop me,
pray !
Iridion. In other days I gave you to my sister ;
You sang blind Homer to me when a boy.
But yesterday you clasped my chlamys for me
In Caisar's Hall — and yet you do not know me !
Slave. My noble Lord 1 {He kneels. )
Iridion. I left you with my sister.
IRIDION. 411
Whom you swore to defend with your own life.
Spare me no anguish ! tell me quickly all !
Slave. Scarce had the stars shone down through half
the night,
When suddenly the legions of Severus,
Shouting, plunged down upon the Palatine.
The livelong night with fury Scipio fought 3
I heard him raging like an angry wolf,
His men defending, driving back the foe.
You know you stationed me in Caesar's room.
Eutychian, pale with fear, ran to and fro
Without cessation. Thy sister came but once:
" Euphorion ? " she said. I answered her:
" Command ! I will obey ! O Elsinoe ! "
She made me no reply, gliding away
Divinely calm and beautiful as ever !
A melancholy splendor lit her brow,
Unearthly light, like midnight strewn with stars,
As if already floating o'er the waves of Styx !
Without, the cries grew ever more tumultuous.
Eutychian could bear his fright no longer;
Shivering, he rushed into the Hall of Porphyry,
And, leaning o'er the balustrade, he cried :
" The Greek betrays us ! Ay ! He has betrayed us !
His sister is a traitor ! She betrays us ! "
Maddened with terror then I heard him cry:
" The Emperor and Greek will burn the city !
Pardon me, Romans ! I am not in fault ! "
Aristomachus thundered from afar
Of Alexander's magnanimity.
Of recompense, forgiveness, and rewards ;
But when he ceased to speak, wild groans arose
Under the flashing of his keen-edged sword !
When his blade rested, he again deceived
Our people with his treacherous promises !
The praetorians then revolted, would obey
Neither centurions nor tribunes more : —
The threats of Scipio were hurled in vain ;
The fight ceased in the gardens, and they rushed
Precipitately in, storming the palace!
Then I ran to thy sister ; I had sworn
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IRIDION.
To defend her with my life, to die for her !
Caesar, with haggard looks, leaned on his couch ;
He had attached his pendants as High-Priest
To his imperial diadem: he held
In the one hand the knife of sacrifice,
A jeweled cup of poison in the other.
But without courage to destroy himself.
He heaved long sighs, lamented, sobbed and wept;
Sometimes was silent; suddenly would break
Into voluptuous songs, as rocked in rapturous dreams.
Upon a throne of gold thy sister sat,
Glittering with gems and robed in royal purple,
In utter silence, and divinely calm.
The first — the second door are rudely shattered —
The third door crashes in — voices and tumult —
The tramp of men — the clash of ringing steel —
I cover Elsinoe with my body —
Iridion. Your hand !
Eiipho7-ioti. Hundreds of lances tear away
The separating curtains, — troops rush in,
Led by Aristomachus, crying loudly :
"Murder and rob! Vengeance for all our wrongs! "
The Emperor springs upon them like a tiger, —
Soon running o'er with blood, retreats — back — back —
And falls at last among his cherished roses!
A living wall of swords obstructs my sight —
I cannot see him through the glittering veil —
I hear the blades break through his shattered breast!
When the wall falls — I see his jeweled hands —
Severed — there lies his diadem-crowned head!
Iridion. But Elsinoe? Elsinoe? friend!
Euphorion. Alas! my master, must I tell thee all?
That instant comes Severus, crying loudly:
"Who Elsinoe harms, ne'er sees the sun again! "
She gazes on him calmly as a goddess.
Throws back the purple mantle from her shoulders.
Seizes and drives a dagger to her heart !
I see the flash of steel, — the gush of blood !
Some muttered words . . .
Iridion. Go on ! Go on ! the gods
Have given Iridion a heart of stone!
IRIDION.
413
Euphorion. Broken the voice, — I catch the dying
sounds: —
"Brother! I will not live to love thy foe ! . . .
My task is done! . . . Mother! receive my soul! " . . .
She falls into the arms of Alexander!
Whirlpools of motion surge me as they will,
I stumble, fall upon Eutychian's corpse,
Fly for my life, then meet with Scipio,
Who still is leading the Cheruskian cohorts,
The sole men left who yield not to Severus !
Ha ! here he comes !
Iridion. Sun ! rising bright and clear,
Glaring so ghastly on my ruined hopes,
Where is my sister, my poor Elsinoe?
{^He moves a few steps forward, and leans against a tomb. ^
Far in the west on the volcano's brow,
The last cloud of this fatal night still lingers!
My mother often told me that the shades
Of mortals loved to rock themselves in clouds.
Float with the flying mists, — O Elsinoe! . . .
My sunny-haired, dost leave me thus forever?
(Scipio enters with the cohorts, and stops by the corpse of
Verres. )
Scipio. Dead ! Thou hast gone to sleep before me,
brother !
Yet let me once more press thy icy hand !
Sit tibi terra levis!
Euphorion {to Scipio). Look, where he leans for support
on a grave
And struggles with despair !
Scipio. Who? Who?
Euphorion. The Greek;
Son of Amphilochus.
Scipio. Iridion!
I waited vainly for the promised flames!
Iridion. In vain !
Scipio. Fortune betrays us everywhere !
Iridion. I know !
Scipio. Domitian, Tubero, are here,
Close at our heels; what are we next to do ?
414 IRIDION.
Iridion {starting from his stupor). Why, go to meet
them! . . . O Scipio, Roman blood!
Scipio. No weakness ever! Despair but gives thee
keener arms !
Our glorious chief! Such were the Patrician Romans!
Better to die with thee, than live to fall
By tigers' claws upon the bloody sands !
On ! on ! and Tubero will soon be ours!
Iridion {drawing his sivord and throwing away its scab-
bard).
Go, where my hopes are gone ! Thou, handle, grow
Into my hand, never to be unclasped I
Blood! Roman blood!
and death to Alexander!
On ! soldiers, on !
{Exeunt all. )
ACT V.
SCENE I. Palace of the Emperors. Alexander, Mam-
MEA, DoMiTiAN, Courtiers.
Domitian. Why do you parley longer with a madman ?
What can you hope from the perfidious Greek?
First he deceived us with his assumed sadness,
And then implacably resisted us.
Does he address to you a single prayer,
Acknowledge you as Emperor of Rome ?
Without the slightest shadow of success,
Did he not furiously fight all yesterday?
Did he not burn last night our Roman temples ?
Does he not combat for a ruined cause,
More like an incarnate Hate than mortal man ?
For, thank the gods ! men commit evil rather
To attain an end, than through a love for it.
He stands beyond the pale of all humanity.
Have no more mercy ! You have gone far enough
In sending him in state his sister's corpse.
Alexander. When Elsinoe lay pierced to the heart.
Stifling her moans, and dying in my arms,
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Her life-blood weltering o'er her breast of snow, —
I swore to pardon, to forgive her brother!
Upon this sacred vow her spirit fled : —
It floats before me now, and claims the promise.
Domitian. Let others prate of Caesar's magnanimity ;
I call it weakness ! Junius was named the Just
Because he would not pardon his own sons.
He who forgives the guilty, some day must
Punish the innocent !
Mafnmea (to Alexander). Swerve not from your
intent !
Mercy is royal purple for a king.
Domitian. And oft transforms the royal hue to blood !
Alexander. I cannot turn from my decision. Consul.
Go to Iridion ; propose my terms ;
Should you return from him with longed-for peace,
Happier than Titus, I can say, my friends,
I have not lost my day !
Domitian. Should I return,
And bring you back refusal, withering scorn ?
Alexander. I will have done what my heart bids me do ;
Have kept my promise to the sunny-haired ;
And you may then begin to judge and doom :
SCENE n. The Hall of Amphilochus as in Act I. , Seem
I. The corpse of Elsinoe, robed in white and strewed
with cypress branches, lies upon an elevated bier. A
Grecian vase of lustral water stands on a tripod beside
it. An Altar to Justice is erected in the midst of the
Hall. A chorus of weeping maidens circle the corpse,
scattering white roses and lilies around it. Pilades sits
moaning beside it. Enter iRWioti , followed by gladia-
tors, retainers, soldiers, and slaves.
Iridion [to Pilades'). Hast thou seen Masinissa, Pi-
lades ?
Pilades. No one has seen him since you parted with
him.
Iridion. Masinissa !
CHORUS OF GLADIATORS.
Masinissa ! Hear !
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Iridion. Twice have these vaults alone replied for him !
{^He seats himself at the base of the statue of his father. ')
Pilades. The old man is a traitor to my Lord.
Iridion {covering his face with his hands).
Oh ! say not so ! . . . He was the friend of Sigurd,
Lifelong companion of Amphilochus.
Before his words the graves gave up their dead,
The buried walked in forms of life again.
He will return. He never will forsake me !
{He comes forward and addresses soldiers, gladiators and
slaves. )
I've called you all together at this hour,
When rest the Roman cohorts from the fight,
To pay the last sad honors to my sister's corpse.
The first pure victim of our holy vengeance,
She perished in her virgin innocence.
Let him who honors me, reverence her memory !
Let him who curses Rome, remember her
With deathless gratitude ! Let him who swears
To die with me, now bless her solemn shade !
{Iridion advances to the bier, takes a branch of cypress,
dips it in the vase of lustral water, and sp}-inkles the
drops rou7id the corpse. The gladiators, barbarians, etc. ,
do likewise, while the chorus of vifgins chants the * ' Salve
Eternum. ''^ )
CHORUS OF VIRGINS.
Not yet the fearful steersman, Son of Night
And Erebus, unfurling his black sails,
Has taken thee with him, O Elsinoe !
This side of gloomy Styx, thou wanderest still !
We lay a piece of gold in thy pale mouth
To pay thy silent Boatman, sunny-haired !
The poppy and the honey now we place
In thy snow hands — that move on earth no more —
To lull old surly Cerberus to sleep !
We weep around thy bier ! , . .
{They pause and weep. )
^ {Again resume. )
But a few moments more, and thou wilt go
Where swarms of Dead like shadowy vapors flit ;
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Whirling like autumn leaves they drift and toss :—
A moment after— and thou must appear
Before the Judgment Seat of Rhadamanthus,
The strict and terrible, where there are sighs,
Waitings and doom, and groans of vain remorse !
Salve Eternum, Elsinoe pale !
Thy rapid feet scarce touch the living flames \
Light as white wings they bear thee swiftly on !
Thou leavest the brazen gates of Erebus,
Thou Grossest o'er the blazing Phlegethon,
Which, like a snake of fire, winds seven times
Round gloomy Tartarus.
Ha, virgin ! Now thou seest a soft, sad light,
And groves of tender green, where reigns a still
And melancholy peace. There wait for thee
Full cups from Lethe's spring, and the calm shades
Of virgins like thyself, who perished young—
The perfumed leaves of spring flowers early mown !
Salve Eternum ! Elsinoe, go !
The piece of gold lies on thy pallid lips
To pay the Pilot with the gloomy sails !
Poppy and honey in thy hands of snow,
To soothe the triple-headed Cerberus !
Go, drink the cups from Lethe's calming spring!
Salve Eternum ! Elsinoe, go !
{After the chant has ceased, Euphorion enters and ad-
dresses Iridion, who is still standing by the bier. )
Euphorion. Son of Amphilochus !
Iridion. What is it, friend ?
Euphorion. Domitian, Cassar's Consul, asks admission.
Iridion. Admit, Euphorion ! I will see him here.
{Enter Domitian, preceded by the imperial eagles. )
Domitian. As foe and envoy you once came to us :
I come to you to-day, as foe and envoy.
Iridion. As you then answered me, I answer you to-
day :
"Our arms are in our hands. It is too late! "
Domitian. Like words result not in like consequence ;
Ours brought us victory !
Iridion. Did you say victory f
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41 8 I RID ION.
Rolls the imperial chariot yet along
The Via Sacra? I dream ///)' troops are there !
Holds Fortune yet the wreath of triumph round
The brow of Alexander, Conqueror?
Holds Alboin not the Viminalis still?
Is Scipio driven from the Aventine?
Who burned last night the temple of Faustinus,
The great Emilian Basilica?
Roman, it is defeat, not victory !
Domitian. I saw the sentenced on their way to death
This very morn ; they moaned and wrung their hands
In agony, — such fate must be your own.
But Alexander, sporting with success,
Would gladly save you from such suffering.
And offers peace, and pardon for your crimes.
Ii-idion. Perchance high treason against majesty?
Doynitian. And have you not been guilty of it, Greek?
Iridion. Your majesty began but yesterday.
And my crime is as old as the hearts of freemen !
Is there still more to hear? I am in haste.
Domitian. The Emperor exacts that you shall leave
The capital forever ; to Chiara go ;
Over the smoking entrails, swear to observe
All\. \\^ conditions, faithfulness to him;
Give up your accomplices to the last man.
And he who justly might immure for life
Or nail you to a cross, will take your hand,
Forgive, forget, and say farewell to you.
Iridion. Speak louder, Consul ! My people, have you
heard?
Caesar renews to me his terms of favor,
If I will chain you up like beasts, and give
You to his lictors' axe ! Shall I accept his grace ?
Would it be sweet to be allowed to kneel.
And strike our brows against the heels of Csesar?
Immortal gods ! who in your scorn of men
So calmly sleep on your Olympian heights,
Waken and scoff to hear Mammea's son
Dishonor ittw'X as his most j^recious gift
By Ulpian, to the son of Ampliilocluis !
(^He rises, and comes close to Domitian. ^
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Sooner will scorpions perch upon the hand
Of Ccesar, innocent as butterflies ;
Or Zeus' dread lightnings kneel to him, and^say :
" We pray thee suffer us to rend the clouds,'
Than will the son of the Greek, Amphilochus,
Lay down his arms, betray to death his brothers !
Domitian. I urge it not. I simply execute
A mission given by the Emperor.
Rather continue blind unto the end ;
Rage on with your few robbers, murderers;
Figlit for the Ruler you have chosen on earth ;
And when you fall— leading barbarians, slaves,
Assassins, gladiators, recreant Greeks, —
Into the Dark of Erebus; still shout, ^^
Crossing the Styx : " Long live the Syrian !
While Cerberus, with his three barking heads,
Makes chorus to your cry !
Iridion. Is this your legal skill in sifting motives,
In reading the complexities that weave
Their subtle mysteries through the human heart?
Great jurist, analyst, you know me not !
The worm which writhes under my feet in mire,
The very dust I shake from my cothurnus,
Have deeper place in my remembrance than
The Syrian. Domitian, ask my people, —
If any of them will respond to you,—
If there is one among them who has known,
Or can remember him you call viy master !
Many Voices. We serve Iridion only.
Other Voices. Only Sigurd.
Barbarians. Only the son of Crimhild, Odin's priestess.
Domitian. And she who lies so still upon this bier?
Iridion. I dedicated her to sacrifice !
She yielded not to threats of sovereign power,
Nor gave herself to spousals of dishonor.
Oh, injure not the dead ! Breathe not one word
To taint her sanctity, — who wakes no more !
Under the Syrian despot's poisoned breath,—
Whom Romans chose to be their Emperor,—
She lived more chaste than purest of your mothers,
Your daughters, or your unsunned vestal virgins !
420
IRIDION,
Domitian. For whom then dost thou fight ? and against
whom ?
Iridion. Old man, the tale were long ; time fails to tell
it!
Domitian. Yet Alexander loves you, mystic Greek.
Iridion. No portion of my hate has fallen on him.
Domitian. Then, Greek, who is your r^<z/ enemy?
