No More Learning

Cubullus. And no idea of true poetry.

Rupilius. No knowledge of the drama.

Cubullus. Or aught else.

Eutychian {recovering from his reverie). I've thought
it out, — friend, we must build his way
To the shades I

Meanwhile, list to this stirring song
Composed by the godlike Nero for his dwarfs.

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Rupiliits. He was the pride of music, lord of rhythm.
Cubullus. True brother of the nine sweet sisters.

FAttychiaji {recites the chorus written for the d7var/s).
We stand at his side while our glorious Lord on his tower

Wreathes with red roses his golden-strung lyre ;
Starless night glooms around him with heavy and ominous
clouds ;
While the home of the gods upon earth at his feet
Shudders and throbs in its mantle of smoke !

He kindled these brightening fires ! He would see for
himself

How old Troy trembled once in devouring flames !
He could not remain a mere mortal, and so made a crown

Of hot light, and created a Drama of fire !

His strong hand wakes the lyre, and entranced by his
marvelous tones.
The lithe flames leap from hill unto hill !
They care not for sighs nor for tears in their merciless joy.
While high o'er the city which crackles and glitters and
falls,
Another Rome burns in the air !
How frightful the glare with the pyramids tall of hot flame,
And the long rows of pillars ablaze !

We shrieked in our joy ! we clapped loudly our hands !
for the day
Of Destruction had come in the fire !
In the hot wavesof Phlegethon, templeand palace go down,
Crashing and crackling they vanish forever away
In the arms of the beautiful fire !

Danger and woe are around us, — but we are all safe !
Delivered from death by the powerful Lord of the Lyre !
The master of art, and the glorious sovereign of tones !

Philosopher [approaching Eutychiati). Eutychian, you
know everything, and are
A very god in Rome ; grant my request.
Have Anaxagoras, the Neo-Platonist,
Ap]X)inte(l \o rt-ad lectures twice a week
In the Caracallan Baths!



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Eittychiati. What axioms hold you?

What gods do you confess? Say, are you drunk
Or fostint,^ when you teach your fellow-men?

Philosopher. My god is 'unity, and all non-unities
Arise from unity, which conquers, holds them all.
It alone is, embracing in itself,

Being divine, all the non-unities. ^

Eutychian. Oh, satis est ! Your doctrines won t o er-
throw .

The realm! {To Riipilius. ) Tiresias* down in Hell

himself,
Could never understand them !

Rupilius. Surely not ;

No, nor the triple-headed Cerebus.

Cubullus (Jo Rupilius). What wrote you in your tablets

yesterday ?
Rupilius. Read, friend !

Cubullus {reads). The gladiator Sporus fights
After to-morrow with the tiger Ernan.

Rupilius. Thrice happy memory, great Eutychian !
Eutychian. Why so ?

Rupilius. 1 have an offering for you !

Eutychian. By Isis ! Anubis ! or any gods
Of Egvpt, I will be most grateful for
The gift. Rupilius, tell me what it is!

Rupilius. From Mauritania I brought with me
A royal tiger, with a skin of gold
Spotted wkh ebony, nostrils of blood ;
Of iron muscles, of terrific power:
I have a gladiator too more skilled
Than any at the court ; a man who sold
Himself to me rather than die of hunger,
A real Crotonite;^ then I asked all
My friends to supper, made a bet with Carbo
My gladiator Sporus would subdue
My tiger Ernan, — but to conquer Fate,
I must use Sporus first to kill a man !

Eutychian. Hush! Hush! {To the prcetorians. ) Evoe
to your leader sing
With flutes and lyres united !



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CHORUS OF PR^TORIANS.

Live wine, and dice, and games ! Roses and gold !
When the cup foams and Plutus smiles, our feet
Are ready for the dance, our hands for combat !
Live Venus ! give us maidens, Syrian girls,
And sunburned women from the German woods !
Wiser than men of yore, we go no more
To battle with the Parthians and Goths.
Our sires are in their graves, and we with them
Have buried deep their old and gloomy customs !
We stay in Rome, upon soft couches stretched ;
Rose-wreaths and ivy wound around our brows.
If we have foes — why, let them come to Rome !
Here we will meet them, — tear ourselves away
From the soft arms of dark and fair-haired girls,
And clink of foaming cups, and raise the shield,
Wield the sharp battle-axe, bathe the bright sword
Li blood, revel in slaughter !
Evoe ! Now for wine, and dice, and games,
Roses, and women fair and dark, and gold !

Eutychian (Jo Riipiliiis). If you should fail, we'll need
a perjury !

Rupilius. Oh, I can summon all the gods in Rome,
Chaldea, Syria, to bear us witness !

Eutychian. Jacta est alea,* — even to-day . . .

Rupilius. Hush ! Hush ! here comes the Greek !
(Iridion enters and advances tcnoard Eutychian. )

Eutychian {aside). Fear seizes me !

The flames of Hell burn in his dazzling eyes!
I've heard it said his father was a sorcerer.

Rupilius {stepping back). A demigod should know no
fear !

Iridion. The hour

Appointed by the Emperor is here :
Lead me to him !

Eutychian. Without delay, great Greek.
{^To Rupilius. ) What pride and scorn ! Voe capiti ejus ! f

* " The die is cast. " The words of Cresnr as lie crossed the Rubicon,
f An imprecalion common in Rome : " Woe upon his head ! "



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325



Rupilius {to Eutydiiaii). The Lethean waves will cure

his arrogance !
Iridioii. I know that time is squandered willingl}'
In the court of Caesar, — but I am in haste !

Euiychian. Caesar awaits your presence, noble Greek !
I'll lead the way.

{^Exeunt Euiychian and Iridion. ')

SCENE IV. Another part of the palace of Ccesar. The
pinnacle of a tower, surrounded by pillars and a balus-
trade. HeLIOGABALUS a«^ELSINOE.

Elsinoe {going). I trust you to the gods, and to his

power.
Heliogabalus. O dreadful nymph, go pray to Odin for
me !

(Iridion e7iters, Elsinoe stops. )
Elsinoe. The moon is up ; the fires blaze ; the poison
seethes !

{Exit Elsinoe. )

Heliogabalus. Save me I Oh, save ! or if that may not be,
Deceive me not with idle hopes of safety !
Confess at once that my last hour is near,
And I myself will drive this glittering blade
Through my white breast !

{He takes a dagger from otie of tlie pillars. )
Didst ever see before such emeralds?

Iridion. But why should Cassar think of death to-day ?
Heliogabalus. H-s-t, friend ! You are mistaken if you
think
That Caesar lacks the strength to kill himself.
From this bright goblet he might drink himself
Into the Elysian Fields.

{He takes a cup from a tripod. )
Look at these pearls,

Matchless on earth ! A hundred divers died
To fish them for me from the salty sea.

Iridion {taking the cup). To Mithras let us drink from
this rich cup, —
But under other skies, with better men !

Helios;abalus. Here, Greek ! Look me directly in the eye,
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That I may read if you are true or false.

Oh, turn away those mystic flashing orbs !

The gods have written in their gloomy blaze

Your motlier was a mighty sorceress !

Step closer to the pillars, clasp the rails.

Look down ! What do you see in the gulf below?

Jridion {looking over the balustrade). I see a glittering
pavement in the depths,
All made of precious stones; the golden ground
Of a deep, brilliant grave !

Heliogabahis. I chose them all myself;

Beryl, and bloody onyx, and amethyst.
Topaz, and sharp-edged chrysolite, — rare gems !
Through one whole day and night my men worked hard
Setting the jewels there. I never slept.
Nor turned away to rest till all was done, —
And tiien I had them murdered — every one.

Jridion. Murdered ! What ! all the men who served
you, slain ?

Heliogabalus. Why ask for them? They were but
wretched slaves,
Who've gone, as they shoultl do, before their Lord !
Was it for Rome to know its Emi)eror
Prepared for death? — not many of them fell, —
Only one hundred, — and two little l)oys.
Why do you look so sternly at me, Greek?
I will not give my white, smooth limbs into
The jaws of w-olves, to be torn with claws and teeth !
I will myself strike off my sacred head,
And fall in that deep grave of precious stones;
My blood shall flow o'er priceless gems to Erebus !

Jridion. What threatens Cnesar thus unceasingly ?

JJcliogabalus. My brother Alexander I dreadful name !
He comes to cut me off before my time !
He ! he ! Alexis 1 treason plots and death !
To the thrice mighty Hecate I devote his head !

Jridion. My watchful eye is on him and his mother.

JJeliogabalus. Ai)i)al me not ! And if you love your
life.
Protect him not ! Hearken ! that you might know
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He with Domitian plots, that he grows pale,
Straightens his hair, then rolls it round his finger; —
Domitian, just returned from Antioch —
Ha ! Greek, you know it all ! and what they plot?

Iriifian. Men say Domitian is a wondrous jurist.

HcUogahaliis. Immortal gods ! and you can dare to
praise him !
I tell you that for the last thirty years
No treason has been hatched in Rome without
The aid and sanction of this " wondrous jurist" !
Although his bearing is so smooth and fair,
He is a most uncompromising Stoic,
Ready to murder those who are in power,
And strong enough to turn, if he should fail,
The sword in his own breast 1 I know the man.
He's an embodied treason, breathing curse
Against all governments, living to destroy;
An eating, drinking, and incarnate revolution !
Damocles' sword hangs by its single hair
Above my head — and you can praise my foe !
"A famous jurist ! " Mithras! Proh Jupiter !
I would I might not only take his head.
But murder with him «// the accursed thing
Which men call Jurisprudence !
Speak, Greek ! What can I do to escape their plot?

Iridion. While all is quiet, doubt not nor despair;
Should danger really come, rely on me !

Hcliogabalus. Wliat if the omens of my sudden doom
Already speak? And what if stronger gods
Should combat, conquer Elsinoe's Odin !
{^Opciiing a ro/l. ) Here Symmachus Niger gives me an

account
Of prodigies occurring on the Danube,
Signs even in the sky !
At sunrise there appears the holy train
Of Bacchus; consecrated hands swing high
The thyrsus, and the heads are ivy-crowned ;
And in their midst, on an extended plain,
Is seen the Macedonian Alexander,
The dazzling armor on his manly breast
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A golden helmet glitters on his head ;

The rulers whom he conquered foUovv him;

The people of Moesia, Thrace, bow down

Before the passing hero, crowds on crowds

Pursue him to the borders of the sea,

The air is full of shadows, of the dead . . .

{He leans agai? ist a pillar for suppo7-t? )
Quick ! hand me the Falernian ! I faint !
(^He takes the cup. ) Thus, aided by the Macedonian,
Will Alexander take my kingdom, life !
Dii avertite omen ! *

Jridion. Have you forgotten that Septimius,®
Son of the Macedonian, loved your mother once?
That Alexander's soul throbbed in his noble breast ?
And when the hero comes back from the dead —
Your father's guardian spirit — to announce
You victory, you shiver and turn pale.
Grow faint, and need the hand of a new friend
To prevent your falling prostrate on the earth !
O son of Caracalla, shame upon you !

Heliogabalus. No, no. 'Tis Alexander whom he
smiles on
With his dead lips ! He greets the rising sun !
Each secret wish, voice, gesture, look and word,
The Senate, people, Rome entire, the world, —
Seek, plot even now my sudden dreadful death !
Tile gohien-haired, and you, Iridion, you,
Conspire with them to tear me from the earth,
The sun, my gems and flowers, all things I love,
And hurl me into the abyss of hell !

Iridion. In the eternal strife between the man and
State,
Is it not possible the man for once
Siiould conquer?

Heliogabalus. I know not what you mean !

Iridion. I speak

Of the strange fate of all the Caesars, which
May be your own to-morrow ! They all fall,

* " The gods avert the omen ! " A standing formula among the Ro-
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Either by suicide, driven by despair,

Or by the hands of traitors, sword, or poison ;

But all go down in shame to death, betrayed

By those they've trusted ! Must this ever be?

Rome treason plots, and kills her Emperors,

Suppose her Emperor should turn on her,

Become himself the chief cofispirator,

Might he not save his life, avenge his wrongs,

And murder Rome, even while she plots his murder?

Heliogahalus. How ? Murder whom ? What do you
mean ? Speak, Greek !
Strange fire burns in your eye and lights your brow —
I do not understand you.

Iridion. Has Fate decreed

These palaces and amphitheatres,
Temples and shrines, already thrice destroyed by fire,
Shall stand forever? Shall Jupiter ne'er fall?
Have you ne'er heard of cities in the East,
Stronger, more beautiful than Rome now is,
Beloved by gods, and wondered at by men ?
Now clouds of sand drift o'er their haughty halls,
The fierce hyena stalks along their streets,
And herds of wolves howl on their lonely walls 1
Jerusalem, with her devoted people,
With \-\tx one God, as powerful as Fate,
Could she resist the doom of her destruction?
Go — ask the desert when they'll rise again !
These palaces upon the seven hills.
Are they immortal gods? No — mortal foes 1
They are the veritable Alexanders,
They your true enemies, now lying stretched
Out at your feet, but creeping day and night,
Ever more near to plunge you into ruin.
Unless you hasten to prevent it now I
Merciless giants will arise therefrom
To plunge their daggers in your royal heart.
Or throttle you with grasp of monstrous hands !
{Seizing him by the arm. ) Kindle a lofty will in your

young breast.
Challenge your murderers to instant combat !
Become what few on earth have ever been —



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Destroyer ! and villas, monuments and domes,
Temi)les and idols on the seven hills,
HoUiing but your assissins, we'll devote
To snakes and scorpions — fitting heritage !

Heliogahaliis. Ha! I have sometimes felt such things
might be !
Mithras would glory if his own High-Priest
Should force proud Jupiter to bite the dust !
But who is strong enough to do this work,
Or lift his hand against eternal Rome?

Iridion. The son of Odin's priestess, of Amphilochus.

Heliogabalus. In the decisive hour do you believe
A single soldier would declare for us?
Senate and people, praetorians, against us !
Have you a plan? — Do you not fear the gods?

Iridion. My plan will make the gods themselves save
C? esar !

Heliogabalus. Rome's Guardian Genius conquers all
her foes !
You would make Jupiter my enemy !
I dare not tempt the gods — I shiver ! fear !

Iridion. Live then in fear, until you die in torment !

Heliogabalus. O mighty Greek, obey the will of the
gods!
If you succeed, you shall wear purple robes,
And I will take the sandals off my feet
And bind on yours. Oh, stand by me with help
In your strong hands ! Save me from death, Iridion !

Iridion. I only see one way to save your life.
The Senate must be sent to banishment.
The i)r3etors throttled, and the court removed !

Heliogabalus. The Senate might be scattered speed

iiy-

But the praetorian guard, the Roman people?

Iridion. Of old, keen Catiline; Nero, in later days.
Planned Rome's destruction through the aid of fire !
Easier to ruin that which stands to-day
Than to build that of stone shall stand to-morrow !
The few who linger midst the smoking embers
Will call themselves still Romans; while the rare
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Will still be Rome, and we may safely leave

The gray-haired children the great name they worship ;

But all creative or destructive power,

All living force will surely vanish from

This place accursed forever and forever !

On the dread day of death and slaughter, I

Will furnish faithful troops, and stand beside you.

Heliogabaliis. Where will we stand ? and who will stand
with us?

Iridion. Oh, deem not, Caesar, that to you alone
Has Rome made wretched the sweet days of life !
Remember all the gladiators, slaves.
The humble followers of the Nazarene,
And the barbarians from every clime!
You are the Head indeed; they are the feet;
Together you may doom Rome's haughty Genius
To a life of anguish and a death of shame.
High as you are, a common wretchedness
May join you all for the hour of retribution
Into a living coil of deadly vengeance!
Think you the lords of the amphitheatres,
The hired soldiers and praetorians,
Could stand before the thousands of the wronged
And hungry men, raging with bitter hate,
Maddened by cruelty, all eager for revenge
And urged to combat by such burning passions?

Heliogabaliis. True I true! But if these savage men
should turn
Upon ourselves? Where should we shelter find
In the hour of bloody turmoil? Who could set bounds
To their wild rage, or quench their thirst for blood?
Ever insatiate when fairly kindled in
The breasts of lawless, vicious, cruel mortals!

Iridion. At first, while Rome is burning, blood and
gold
Will satisfy our men; but as they're held
Together only by their hate of Rome,
When that is glutted, they will fall apart,
Each will return to early prejudice,
The customs of his nation, race and creed;
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Over the common plunder, kill each other;

Exhausted by unbridled license, some

Of them, in hope of richer spoils abroad,

Will go with us to the East, where they will die

Under the burning heat, or fall a prey

To that licentiousness, so fatal to

Barbarians and brutish conquerors!

Or should a few remain, they will be lost

Among a peoi)le serving you alone.

Worshiping you and your great God of light ! —

On without fear! Be silent as the dead,

That thus you may secure the right to live!

Heliogabalus. Prometheus, you have stolen the fire
from Heaven !
lo triumphe! Greek, you cannot fail!

{He claps his hands joyously together. ^
I'll build a glorious fane at Emesa,
And live in peace with my own prophets there!

Iridion. Yes, in the sunny regions of your birth,
You'll go to found new empires. Sleepless nights
And anxious days will trouble you no more.
High-Priest and Caesar both, sweet hours you'll pass,
Like the old demigods upon the Nile,
Lulled by the lilies', aloes', myrtles' breath,
And the soft tones of flutes and lyres. Where'er
Your glance m:iy fall, your slaves will throw themselves
Prostrate before you; your white feet will shine
Upon their dusky throats!
Whatever you may wish will be your own;
What you desire forgot, shall be forgotten;
No fame shall live on earth except your own;
What you command men think, alone be thought!
No Senate there will venture to debate;
No jurist dare to dream mad dreams of fierce
And free republics; none will dare to scorn
The gold-rayed Mithras; mock the snowy robes
Swee[)ing the earth, you wear as his High-Priest!

Heliogabalus. The wretched quirites! As if their
antique
Tunics, and togas, fibulas, were half
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Thy golden rays shall pleasure me no more,
The genii of the night shall rend my limbs,
If I lead not these gods of Rome in chains.
And throw them at thy feet !

What you advise,
Son of Amphilochus, is wise and good !
By Baal and Ashtoreth, we'll storm and burn
The city of our foes! What more, brave Greek?

Iridion. Collect your treasures, send them secretly
To Emesa; amuse with games the people,
And the praetorians with gifts; order
The Vindelician legions back to Rome;
From Goth the mercenaries; the Cheruski
From the Rhine; as they return, 't will be
My task to know them all, secure their aid : —
The rough speech of the North my mother taught me.

Heliogabalus. But the Italian legions, those in Ephesus,
In Tarsus, in Pergamus? what of them?

Iridion. Dispatch a messenger to Varius
With orders to collect and lead those troops
By rapid marches to attack far Parthia;
And if the news from Rome should reach them, when
Engaged in war upon the Caspian Coasts,
Some would continue to harass the foe.
Many disperse, a {&\^ come back to Rome,
Or join with you, — hoping to live in peace,
And find high favor at your royal court.

Ht'Iiogabaliis. Bold cohorts — likely to be dangerous —
Is it not so, Iridion?

• Iridion. Not so !

Rome once destroyed, there's nothing else to fear.
Men safely tread a corpse from which they've driven the

soul.
We will tear out the soul of Rome ; the soul
Of the world, — and crush it 'neath our feet !

Heliogabalus. But what if Alexander should precede us?
The soldiers murmur loud without the walls.
Forever chant his courage in fierce strains;
Domitian draws the Senate to support

His claims Iridion! at dead of night

They will rush in upon, and murder me!

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Iridion. "Salve Eternum"* you shall surely say
First over them !

Trust not Eutychian,
Preserve a calm cold mien, visit Mammea,
Alexander; use gentle words and keep
A quiet bearing; if they confide in you
Or not, that for the present will prevent
Recourse to stronger measures. Silence and prudence;

Heliogabahis. Smile, gods ! Mithras, clear up thy
clouded brow ;
O Venus, mother of delights, repose
Softly on the white foam of the blue waves
While rosy Cupids sport around thee ! Drink,
Bacchus, drink my health in blood-red wine;
Bring perfumed roses and Falernian !
Dearest of men, come let us rest our limbs
On down and purple, drink, and praise the gods,
For they will bring swift ruin on our foes.

{^He throws himself into the arms of Iridion. ')
From Caesar take this kiss !