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And bid the galley be prepared. There is
The king's choice is mine.
Myrrha. I would remain : I have no happiness
Yet! what yet? 'Thy own sweet will shall be the only barrier Which ever rises betwixt thee and me.
Myrrha. I think the present is the wonted hour Of council; it were better I retire. Salem. (cumes forward and says). The lonian slave
says well, let her retire. Sardan. Who answers? How now, brother ? Salem.
The queen's brother, And your most faithful vassal, royal lord. Sardan. (addressing his truin). As I have said, let all
dispose their hours Till midnight, when again we pray your presence.
[The court reliving. (To MYRRHA, who is going), Myrrha! I thought thou
But thou lookedst it;
Sire! your brother
Salem. Let them flow on; she weeps for more than one, And is herself the cause of bitterer tears.
Sardun. Cursed be he who caused those tears to low ! Salem. Curse not thyself-millions do that already.
Sardun. Thou dost forget thee: make me not remeraber I am a monarch. Salern.
Would thou couldst ! Myrrha.
My sovereign, I pray, and thou too, prince perniit my absence.
Sardan. Since it must be so, and this churl has check'd Thy gentle spirit, go ; but recollect That we must forthwith meet: I had rather lose An empire than thy presence.
[Exit MYRRHA. Sulem.
It may be,
By the god Baal!
So thou art.
Thinkst thou there is no tyranny but that
Sardan, What's that?
To thee an unknown word.
Yet speak it,
Not know the word !
Salem. To change the irksome theme, then, hear of vice.
Salem. Even from the winds, if thou couldst listen Unto the echoes of the nation's voice.
Sardan. Come, I'm indulgent as thou knowest, patient As thou hast often proved--speak out, what moves thee?
Salem, Thy peril.
Thus, then : all the nations,
In their eyes a nothing ; but In mine a man who might be something still. Sardan. The railing drunkards !'why, what would they
Of the first,
Whose then is the crime,
Salem. And soniewhat in the monarch who ne'er looks Beyond his palace walls, or if he stirs Beyond them, 'tis but to some mountain palace, Till summer heats wear down. O glorious Baal! Who built up this vast empire, and wert made A god, or at the least shinest like a god Through the long centuries of thy renown, This, thy presumed descendant, ne'er beheld As king the kingdoms thou didst leave as hero, Won with thy blood, and toil, and time, and peril ! For what? to furnish imposts for a revel, Or multiplied extortions for a minion.
Sardan. I understand thee-thou wouldst have me go
Sardan, 'Tis most true. And how return'd?
Not vanquish'd. With but twenty guards, she made
And how many
Sal:m. Our annals say not.
Then I will say for them
Salem. All warlıke spirits have not the same fate.
I sway them
It may be ere long
Sardan. There was a certain Bacchus, was there not?
Salem.. I have heard of such a man; and thou perceiv'st That he is deem'd a god for what he did.
Sardan. And in his godship I will honour him-
Salem. What means the king ?
To worship your new god.