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CATULLUS.
Am I not rich and generous? Come, speak my child.
QUINTIA.
Aye, rich thou art, yet art thou poorer than the meanest
slave.
CATULLUS.
Speak not in riddles thus, how am I poorer than the
meanest slave?
QUINTIA.
Once thou wert loved, now thou art sad and lonely. Thy
Lesbia dead, thou seekest in the cup to drown thy grief.
Beware the wine though it be red for they who seek
their solace in the grape to Circe's spell succumb.
CATULLUS.
(Seriously. ) Thou speakest truth my child, -- yet grief
and discontent rend me in twain and if I drown my sor-
row thus, it is because my love is great. They know not
grief who in their souls have not a great capacity for love
-- (pause). And yet thou speakest truth, for Circe's spell
is death.
QUINTIA.
Then forswear the cup my lord, and grant thy gentle
hand-maid's boon.
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? ALL.
Aye, good master, forswear, forswear.
CATULLUS.
Now by the Kingdom of the Powers above, by Jove and
all the gods on high, I swear that I shall mend my evil
ways, and be the man that ye would have me be.
QUINTIA.
O, good my lord.
CATULLUS.
And though I ne'er may Lesbia's equal
View, nor hope for love such as she
Gave me from her bounteous store.
Yet by Minerva and the gods I swear,
To be the friend of lovers evermore.
For love alone this wondrous world doeth move
And life is death, without the touch of love.
But with the coming of its gentle sway.
Our sorrows vanish, darkness turns to day;
Then to all lovers shall I freely give
My wealth, my aid, that they may love and live.
QUINTIA.
O, good, O, gentle master, now dost thou fill our hearts
with joy and make us glad indeed. Behold thy hand-maids
kneeling at thy feet in silence do bespeak their gratitude.
CATULLUS.
Such fealty as this would touch a heart less tender than
mine own, and I were most unworthy of it, if e'er my oath
I should disclaim. Arise my children and let your weary
eyes seek some repose. And then before the fleeting day
is gone, come hither all, and vent your joy in song.
Exeunt Quintia, Thessala, Celia, Phaedria, via cham-
ber (right).
^'' Curtain
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? SCENE II.
Enter Davus (a youth).
DAVUS.
My lord, a messenger from the Province of Bithynia
awaits without.
CATULLUS.
What manner of man is he?
DAVUS.
An old man gray with years, yet rugged and of gentle
countenance.
CATULLUS.
'Tis Philto -- bring him hither at once.
, Enter Philto and Davus. >
\ Philto is an aged man. He bears a jar of wine which f
J he lays upon the ground, this done, he bows to C
\ Catullus. )
CATULLUS.
Welcome good Philto, give me thine hand, and say that
Caius Memmius my friend is well.
PHILTO.
He is my lord and hither comes upon his way to Rome,
where some affairs of state do take his care. This wine
he sends and bids ye all be merry.
CATULLUS.
Thanks good Philto, how fares his son. He was a hand-
some boy when last I saw him.
PHILTO.
Young Julian hath my master sent to Rome with news
of much import from Caesar.
CATULLUS.
I v/ould the boy were here for I do love him much.
Order the feast prepared good Davus, for Memmius hath
a retinue that will affray our cook more than a Roman
Legion. Go thou good Philto and essay our wine.
Exeunt Philto and Davus left.
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? SCENE III.
Enter Myrson (a youth).
MYRSON.
A messenger from Rome awaits without my lord. He
says he is the slave of thine old friend, Lucretius.
CATULLUS.
'Tis well, then bid him enter.
(Enter Myrson and Gripus. )
CATULLUS.
Welcome, good Gripus. How flourishes the Capitol
since I have hid me in this sweet retreat.
GRIPUS.
All goes well, my lord since Caesar steers the ship of
state, but in the household of my master, events run not
so smoothly in their course.
CATULLUS.
What's gone amiss, speak boy, speak.
GRIPUS.
Thou knowest well, O, Catullus, how happily is my mas-
ter v/ed, how rich he hath become, and how his only
daughter Hermia, now sixteen summers past, is sought in
marriage by the young gallants of Rome.
CATULLUS.
All this I know nor could I wish for fortune less, v/ere
I a maid.
GRIPUS.
Not so, my lord, Hermia will favor none save v/ith dis-
dain. Her mother pleads that she is much too young to
wed, and sighs and tears now rend our home where once
such happiness prevailed.
CATULLUS.
Hath Hermia no lover?
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? GRIPUS.
I know of none -- i' faith -- she vows that she will never
wed, no matter whom the man may be.
CATULLUS.
A sure proof of her inconstancy -- What says Lucretius
to this?
GRIPUS.
He's sore perplexed, my lord, and comes to seek thy
counsel.
CATULLUS.
Comes Hermia and her lady mother with Lucretius?
GRIPUS.
Aye my lord -- ^they journey leisurely from Rome and
e're the day is gone will seek the shelter of thy roof.
CATULLUS.
Now hast thou brought me news indeed. Take this,
good Gripus, and bid them welcome to fair Sirmio. (He
hands Gripus a ring) and thou, Myrson, prepare the best
within the palace for my friends.
Exeunt Myrson and Gripus right.
CATULLUS.
Ho, minstral, hither, accord thy lyre and sing a joyful
lay. Sing thou of Sirmio, for fortune smiles on me today.
SCENE IV.
Enter Minstral.
(An old man with lyre; he sings. )
No. 5.
SWEET SIRMIO.
Sweet Sirmio, Sweet Sirmio,
Of all peninsulas and isles,
That in our lake of silver lie,
Enwreathed by Neptune's smiles.
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? II.
How gladly back to thee I fly,
Still doubting asking -- Can it be,
That I have left Bithynia's sky,
And gaze in safety upon thee.
III.
Oh what is happier than to find,
Our hearts at ease, our perils past.
When anxious long the lengthening mind,
Lays down its load of care at last.
IV.
When tired with toil, o'er land and deep.
Again we tread the welcome floor
Of our sweet home, and sink to sleep
Upon the welcome bed once more.
V.
'Tis this, 'tis this, that pays alone.
The ills of all life's former track.
Shine out, my beautiful, mine own,
Sweet Sirmio, greet thy master back.
VI.
And thou fair lake whose waters quaff.
The light of heaven, like Lydia's sea,
Rejoice, rejoice, let all that laugh
Abroad, at home, laugh out with me.
(Julian sings off scene. )
O, thou fair lake whose waters quaff.
The light of heaven, like Lydia's sea,
Rejoice, my beautiful, mine own.
Sweet Sirmio greet me back to thee.
r The minstral and Catullus both much surprised, turn 1
j to see from whence the song comes, when Julian,
i who has ascended from the Lake below, scales the i
] balcony of the peristyle singing as he bounds over. |
L "Sweet Sirmio greet me back to thee. " J
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? CATULLUS.
(Speaking to the minstral. ) 'Tis Julian.
SCENE V.
Enter Julian.
r A handsome youth scarcely twenty years of age. He "|
J runs to Catullus, who overjoyed at seeing him, en- '
I folds him in his arms. The minstral seeing this i
1^ exits silently. J
CATULLUS.
Here thou truant boy -- into my arms (he embraces him),
and say what brought thee hence, when thou should'st be
in Rome.
JULIAN.
(Evasively). Give me thine hand again, good friend, and
tell me of my father.
CATULLUS.
He's well, and ere the hour's spent will greet thee here
himself.
JULIAN.
The gods be praised! Then am I come in time. (Im-
ploringly) O, Catullus! lend me now thine aid or I am
lost.
CATULLUS.
Nay, say rather thou art found.
JULIAN.
Jest not, good friend, for I am sore beset.
CATULLUS.
Then speak, my boy -- say what misfortune hath befallen
thee. Hath politics embroiled thee in some grave affair?
JULIAN.
Nay!
CATULLUS.
Art ill? -- Art in debt?
JULIAN.
Nay! . I
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? CATULLUS.
(Knowingly) Art in love?
JULIAN.
(Sadly) Alas!
CATULLUS.
(Laughing) Ha, ha, ha! Why, one would think it were
a dangerous malady to judge by thy sad countenance.
JULIAN.
Ah, taunt me not!
CATULLUS.
And is she fair? Come, now, I'll v/ager she is beauti-
ful.
JULIAN.
(Passionately)
Aye, that she is beyond thy wildest fancy,
No nymph is there more lithesome or more gay,
No flower sweeter or more delicate than she,
A queen is not more regal in her attitude
Nor is there music sweeter than her voice,
Which, when she speaks, discloses all
The beauties of a mind so iilled with pure
And gentle thoughts, that I do marvel that
These attributes should grace a maiden
Of such tender years. (Pause. )
CATULLUS.
In truth, thou art in love. But is thy love requited?
JULIAN.
If eyes are but the windows of the soul.
Then have I read the depth of love
That dwells within her heart.
CATULLUS.
(Aside) He's solely hit? (Aloud) Who is the father of
the maid, and what her name?
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? JULIAN.
She's called Hermia. Her father is a merchant prince
of Rome, Lucretius by name, and friend to thee.
CATULLUS.
Now, by what trick of fortune, hath she blown thy ship
athwart his course?
JULIAN.
Alas! I know not, unless it be the will of Fate.
CATULLUS.
E'en so?
JULIAN.
By chance I met sweet Hermia;
By chance we wooed unknown to all:
By fortune's guiding star I followed her,
Not knowing whence or why I came,
And now before the fleeting day is spent.
Fair Sirmio shall welcome her in sweet content.
CATULLUS.
But now I fear thy goddess Fortune parts thy company.
JULIAN.
(Imploringly) Ah, say not so, good friend; lend me
thine aid and all may yet be well.
CATULLUS.
Thy father and Lucretius have been at enmity these
many years. How can I calm a feud that has endured so
long.
JULIAN.
(In despair) Alas! I know not nor can I comprehend
the reason for this enmity. But this I know: If Hermia
and I be not in love and honor wed. Then will the hope
and aspiration of our lives be crushed for-e'er.
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? CATULLUS.
The case is grave -- (pause) -- But leave me now, and hide
thee in my chamber (pointing to right) there, perchance
I'll think upon some trim devise that shall resolve thy care.
JULIAN.
(With emotion) The gods give thee strength, good
friend. For we have no advocate save thee, and thou alone
canst prosper our design.
CATULLUS.
Be of good cheer -- and now my boy, be gone,
Ho, minstral hither, and regale me with a song.
Exit Julian, Chamber right.
SCENE VL
Enter Minstral.
r The minstral sings the song herewith, whilst Catul- 1
i lus sits upon the couch trying to find a solution to ^
L the difficulty that confronts him. J
No. 6.
LESBIA'S SPARROW. '
I.
Mourn, all ye Loves and Graces, mourn,
Ye wits, ye gallants, and ye gay.
Death from my fair, her bird hath torn.
Her much-loved sparrow snatched away.
IL
Her very eyes she prized not so.
For he was fond and knew my fair,
Well as young girls their mothers know,
And sought her breast and nestled there.
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? III.
Once fluttering round, from place to place.
He gaily chirp'd to her alone;
But now the gloomy path must trace,
Whence Fate permits returned to none.
IV.
Accursed Shades, o'er Hell that lower,
Oh, be my curses on your head,
Ye, that all pretty things devour,
Have torn from me, my pretty bird.
V.
Oh, evil deed. Oh, sparrow dead.
Oh, what a wretch if thou canst see,
My fair one's eyes with weeping red.
And know how much she grieves for thee.
VI.
Mourn all ye Loves and Graces! mourn,
Ye wits, ye gallants, and ye gay.
Death from my fair, her bird hath torn
Her much loved sparrow snatched away.
f At the conclusion of the song, Myrson enters and 1
j announces the arrival of Lucretius and his family -- '^^
the minstral hearing his message to Catullus with- j
draws. Exit Minstral right. J
SCENE VIL
Enter Myrson, right.
MYRSON.
My Lord, thy friend Lucretius and his retinue have
come.
CATULLUS.
'Tis well -- I'll go to meet them. (He arises and is about
to pass up the steps of the peristyle, when the group enter
with much ado and come forward to meet him. During
this episode the minstral exits left with Myrson. )
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? SCENE VIII.
Enter Lucretius, Eunomia and Hermia,
CATULLUS.
(Advances) Welcome, welcome to Sirmio.
Thine hand, Lucretius, and thine Eunomia,
And thou sweet Hermia, a kiss (he kisses her)
And now let hill and dale and mead proclaim,
A hearty welcome to ye all again.
LUCRETIUS.
(Warmly) Art ever kind good friend.
Yet are we come to test thy friendship sorely.
LUCRETIUS.
The times have sadly changed since you and I were young.
Nov/ children dare to brave their parents and thwart their
cherished plans.
HERMIA.
(Sadly) Oh, father, say not so; I brave thee not,
I brave thee not. I do not wish to wed.
EUNOMIA.
She is too young.
LUCRETIUS.
Oh aye -- take thou her part! -- But this remember, that
by our law we may in wedlock give our child to whomso-
e'er we will.
HERMIA.
There is no law for me, save that of love. If e'er I wed,
'twill be for love, for love I'll live and die.
LUCRETIUS.
Thou wayward child, I warn thee taunt me no more, but
ere the season of the full moon come, make thou a choice
that shall please both thy mother and myself.
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? HERMIA.
(Weeping) Alas! Alas!
EUNOMIA.
(To Lucretius) And lest thou too forget, remember this,
that by the law and custom of our land the father pays
the daughter's dower.
LUCRETIUS.
I know it well. Am I not rich?
EUNOMIA.
Aye! but not too generous! The young gallants who
seek thy daughter's hand, think not of love, but of the
dower she'll bring.
LUCRETIUS.
No man shall dictate terms to me.
EUNOMIA.
Art sure? (to Catullus) And now, good friend, give
us thy counsel.
HERMIA.
(Weeping) I do not wish to wed.
CATULLUS.