Because he loved a Lydian queen: thou seest I would not give the smile of one fair girl A name from nothing. What are the rank tongues - Salem. You have said they are men; As such their hearts are something. Sardan. So my dogs' are; And better, as more faithful :-but, proceed; Thou hast my signet :-since they are tumultuous, Let them be temper'd, yet not roughly, till Necessity enforce it. I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us, The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other's natural burthen Of mortal misery, but rather lessen, The fatal penalties imposed on life; But this they know not, or they will not know. I interfered not with their civic lives, I let them pass their days as best might suit them, Salem. Thou stopp'st Short of the duties of a king; and therefore Sardan. They lie.-Unhappily, I am unfit Salem. There is one Mede, at least, who seeks to be so. Sardan. What means't thou ?-'tis thy secret; thou de sirest Few questions, and I'm not of curious nature. To speak it worse; and let them thank themselves. Sardan. Feel! who feels not Ingratitude? Salem. I will not pause to answer With words, but deeds. Keep thou awake that energy [Exit SALEMENES. SARDANAPALUS (solus). Farewell! He's gone; and on his finger bears my signet, I have loved, and lived, and multiplied my image ; Acts of this clay! 'Tis true I have not shed Oh, men! ye must be ruled with scythes not sceptres, Is rank abundance, and a rotten harvest Of discontents infecting the fair soil, Making a desert of fertility. I'll think no more. Sardan. -Within there, ho! Enter an ATTENDANT. Slave, tell The lonian Myrrha we would crave her presence. Attend. King, she is here. MYRRHA enters. SARDANAPALUS (apart to Attendant). (Addressing MYRRHA.) Beautiful being! Thou dost almost anticipate my heart; It throbbed for thee, and here thou comest: let me Deem that some unknown influence, some sweet oracle, Communicates between us, though unseen, In absence, and attracts us to each other. Myrrha. There doth. Sardan. What is it? Myrrha. I know there doth, but not its name, In my native land a God, And in my heart a feeling like a God's, Sardan. but [MYRRHA pauses. There comes For ever something between us and what My lord! Sardan. My lord-my king-sire-sovereign! thus it is For ever thus, addressed with awe. I ne'er Can see a smile, unless in some broad banquet's Or I have quaffed me down to their abasement. them, monarch - nay, time was I prized That is, I suffered them-from slaves and nobles; In those for whom I have felt most, and makes me And share a cottage on the Caucasus With thee, and wear no crowns but those of flowers. Sardan. And dost thou feel this?-Why? Myrrha. Then thou wouldst know what thou canst never know. Sardan. And that is Sardan. I think so. Myrrha. Not one! the time may come thou may'st. Hear, Myrrha; Salemenes has declared→→ Or why or how he hath divined it, Belus, It will. Who founded our great realm, knows more than I- In peril. Sardan. He did well. And say'st thou so? Thou whom he spurn'd so harshly, and now dared Myrrha Peril to thee Sardan, But thou spakest of peril Ay, from dark plots and snares From Medes-and discontented troops and nations. I know not what-a labyrinth of things A maze of mutter'd threats and mysteries? Thou know'st the man-it is his usual custom. But he is honest. Come, we'll think no more on't— Myrrha. 'Tis time To think of aught save festivals. Thou hast not Sardan. What-and dost thou fe ar? Myrrha. Fear!-I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death? A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedoin? I love. Myrrha. That means thou lovest nor thyself nor me;\ For he who loves another loves himself, Even for that other's sake. This is too rash? Kingdoms and lives are not to be so lost. |