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ORIGINAL PLAYS
BY
W. S. GILBERT.
New York:
SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG, & CO.
1876.
Stereotyped and printed by
Rand, Avery, and Company,
117 Franklin Street,
Boston.
The Story upon which ‘The Palace of Truth’ is
founded is probably as old as the ‘Arabian Nights.’
‘The Princess’ is a respectful parody of Mr. Tennyson’s
exquisite poem. It has been generally held, I believe, that
if a dramatist uses the mere outline of an existing story
for dramatic purposes, he is at liberty to describe his play
as “original.”
W. S. GILBERT.
London, Nov. 18, 1875.
[Pg 9]
THE WICKED WORLD:
An Original Fairy Comedy,
IN THREE ACTS.
[Pg 10]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| Fairies. |
|---|
| Ethais | Mr. Kendal. |
| Phyllon | Mr. Arnott. |
| Lutin (a Serving Fairy) | Mr. Buckstone. |
| Selene (a Fairy Queen) | Miss Madge Robertson. |
| Darine | Miss Amy Roselle. |
| Zayda | Miss M. Litton. |
| Leila | Miss Harrison. |
| Neodie | Miss Henri. |
| Locrine | Miss Francis. |
| Mortals. |
|---|
| Sir Ethais | Mr. Kendal. |
| Sir Phyllon | Mr. Arnott. |
| Lutin (Sir Ethais’s Henchman) | Mr. Buckstone. |
⁂ The action is comprised within the space of
twenty-four hours.
[Pg 11]
PROLOGUE.
Spoken by Mr. Buckstone.
The Author begs you’ll kind attention pay
While I explain the object of his play.
You have been taught, no doubt, by those professing
To understand the thing, that Love’s a blessing:
Well, he intends to teach you the reverse—
That Love is not a blessing, but a curse!
But pray do not suppose it’s his intent
To do without this vital element—
His drama would be in a pretty mess!
With quite as fair a prospect of success,
Might a dispensing chemist in his den
Endeavor to dispense with oxygen.
Too powerful an agent to pooh-pooh,
There will be Love enough I warrant you:
But as the aim of every play’s to show
That Love’s essential to all men below,
He uses it to prove, to all who doubt it,
How well all men—but he—can do without it.
To prove his case (a poor one, I admit),
He begs that with him you will kindly flit
To a pure fairy-land that’s all his own,
Where mortal love is utterly unknown.
[Pg 12]
Whose beings, spotless as new-fallen snow,
Know nothing of the Wicked World below.
These gentle sons and daughters of the air,
Safe, in their eyrie, from temptation’s snare,
Have yet one little fault I must confess—
An overweening sense of righteousness.
As perfect silence, undisturbed for years,
Will breed at length a humming in the ears,
So from their very purity within
Arise the promptings of their only sin.
Forgive them! No? Perhaps you will relent
When you appreciate their punishment!
But prithee be not led too far away,
By the hack author of a mere stage-play:
It’s easy to affect this cynic tone,
But, let me ask you, had the world ne’er known
Such Love as you, and I, and he, must mean—
Pray where would you, or I, or he, have been?
[Pg 13]
THE WICKED WORLD.
ACT I.
Scene—Fairy Land. A beautiful, but fanciful
landscape, which is supposed to lie on the upper
side of a cloud. The cloud is suspended over
the earth, a portion of which (representing “a
bird’s-eye view” of a mediæval city), is seen,
far below, through a rent or gap in the cloud.
As the curtain rises Zayda is discovered standing
in a thoughtful attitude, contemplating the
world at her feet. To her enters Darine.
Dar. My sister, Zayda, thou art deep in thought,
What quaint conjecture fills thy busy brain?
Zay. Oh! sister, it’s my old and favorite theme—
That wonderful and very wicked world
That rolls in silent cycles at our feet!
Dar. In truth a fruitful source of wonderment!
Zay. Fruitful indeed—a harvest without end!
The world—the wicked world! the wondrous world!
[Pg 14]
I love to sit alone and gaze on it,
And let my fancy wander through its towns,
Float on its seas and rivers—interchange
Communion with its strange inhabitants:
People its cities with fantastic shapes,
Fierce, wild, barbaric forms—all head and tail,
With monstrous horns, and blear and bloodshot eyes,
As all should have who deal in wickedness!
Enter Phyllon.
Oh, Phyllon! picture to thyself a town
Peopled with men and women! At each turn,
Men—wicked men—then, farther on, more men,
Then women—then again more men—more men—
Men, women, everywhere—all ripe for crime,
All ghastly in the lurid light of sin!
Enter Selene.
Phyl. In truth, dear sister, if man’s face and form
Were a true index to his character,
He were a hideous thing to look upon;
But man, alas! is formed as we are formed.
False from the first, he comes into the world
Bearing a smiling lie upon his face,
That he may cheat ere he can use his tongue.
Zay. Oh! I have heard these things, but heed them not.
I like to picture him as he should be,
Unsightly and unclean. I like to pair
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Misshapen bodies with misshapen minds.
Sel. Dost thou not know that every soul on earth
Hath in our ranks his outward counterpart?
Dar. His outward counterpart!
Sel.Tis even so;
Yes, on that world—that very wicked world—
Thou—I—and all who dwell in fairy land,
May find a parallel identity:
A perfect counterpart in outward form;
So perfect that, if it were possible
To place us by these earthly counterparts,
No man on earth, no fairy in the clouds,
Could tell which was the fairy—which the man!
Zay. Is there no shade of difference?
Phyl.Yes, one;
For we are absolutely free from sin,
While all our representatives on earth
Are stained with every kind of infamy.
Dar. Are all our counterparts so steeped in sin?
Phyl. All, in a greater or a less degree.
Phyl. All men and women sin.
Dar.I wonder what
My counterpart is doing now?
Sel.Don’t ask.
No doubt, some fearful sin!
Sel. Evils of which we hardly know the names.
[Pg 16]
There’s vanity—a quaint, fantastic vice,
Whereby a mortal takes much credit for
The beauty of his face and form, and claims
As much applause for loveliness as though
He had designed himself! Then jealousy—
A universal passion—one that claims
An absolute monopoly of love,
Based on the reasonable principle
That no one merits other people’s love
So much as—every soul on earth by turns!
Envy—that grieves at other men’s success,
As though success, however placed, were not
A contribution to one common fund!
Ambition, too, the vice of clever men
Who seek to rise at others’ cost; nor heed
Whose wings they cripple, so that they may soar.
Malice—the helpless vice of helpless fools,
Who, as they can not rise, hold others down,
That they, by contrast, may appear to soar.
Hatred and avarice, untruthfulness,
Murder and rapine, theft, profanity—
Sins so incredible, so mean, so vast,
Our nature stands appalled when it attempts
To grasp their terrible significance.
Such are the vices of that wicked world!
Enter Ethais, Locrine, Neodie, Leila, and other Fairies.
Eth. My brothers, sisters, Lutin has returned,
After a long delay, from yonder earth:
[Pg 17]
The first of all our race who has set foot
Upon that wicked world. See! he is here!
Enter Lutin.
Sel. Good welcome, Lutin, back to fairy land!
So thou hast been to earth?
Sel. What hast thou seen there?
Lut. Better not inquire.
It is a very, very wicked world!
I went, obedient to our King’s command,
To meet him in mid-earth. He bade me go
And send both Ethais and Phyllon there.
Lut.Down to mid-earth at once.
He hath some gift, some priceless privilege
With which he would endow our fairy world;
And he hath chosen Phyllon and thyself
To bear his bounty to this home of ours.
Zay. Another boon? Why, brother Ethais,
What can our monarch give that we have not?
Eth. In truth, I can not say—’twould seem that we
Had reached the sum of fairy happiness!
Sel. But then we thought the same, before our King
Endowed us with the gift of melody;
And now, how tame our fairy life would seem
Were melody to perish from our land!
Phyl. Well said, Selene. Come, then, let’s away, (going)
[Pg 18]
And on our journey through the outer world
We will take note of its inhabitants,
And bring you fair account of all we see.
Farewell, dear sisters!
[Exeunt Phyllon and Ethais.
Sel.Brothers, fare-you-well.
(To Lutin.)And thou hast really met a living man?
Lut. I have indeed—and living women too!
Zay. And thou hast heard them speak, and seen their ways,
And didst thou understand them when they spake?
Lut. I understand that what I understood
No fairy being ought to understand.
I see that almost every thing I saw
Is utterly improper to be seen.
Don’t ask for details—I’ve returned to you
With outraged senses and with shattered nerves,
I burn with blushes of indignant shame.
Read my experiences in my face,
My tongue shall wither ere it tell the tale.
It is a very, very wicked world!
Dar. But surely man can summon death at will;
Why should he live when he at will can die?
Lut. Why, that’s the most inexplicable thing.
I’ve seen upon that inconsistent globe—
With swords and daggers hanging at their sides,
With drowning seas and rivers at their feet,
With deadly poison in their very grasp,
And every implement of death at hand—
[Pg 19]
Men live—and live—and seem to like to live!
[Exit Lutin.
Dar. How strangely inconsistent!
Sel.Not at all.
With all their misery, with all their sin,
With all the elements of wretchedness
That teem on that unholy world of theirs,
They have one great and ever glorious gift,
That compensates for all they have to bear—
The gift of Love! Not as we use the word,
To signify mere tranquil brotherhood;
But in some sense that is unknown to us.
Their love bears like relation to our own,
That the fierce beauty of the noonday sun
Bears to the calm of a soft summer’s eve.
It nerves the wearied mortal with hot life,
And bathes his soul in hazy happiness.
The richest man is poor who hath it not,
And he who hath it laughs at poverty.
It hath no conqueror. When death himself
Has worked his very worst, this love of theirs
Lives still upon the loved one’s memory.
It is a strange enchantment, which invests
The most unlovely things with loveliness.
The maiden, fascinated by this spell,
Sees every thing as she would have it be:
Her squalid cot becomes a princely home;
Its stunted shrubs are groves of stately elms;
The weedy brook that trickles past her door
Is a broad river fringed with drooping trees;
[Pg 20]
And of all marvels the most marvelous,
The coarse unholy man who rules her love
Is a bright being—pure as we are pure;
Wise in his folly—blameless in his sin;
The incarnation of a perfect soul;
A great and ever glorious demi-god!
Dar. Why, what have we in all our fairy land
To bear comparison with such a gift?
Zay. Oh! for one hour of such a love as that;
O’er all things paramount! Why, after all,
That wicked world is the true fairy land!
Loc. Why, who can wonder that poor erring man
Clings to the world, all poisoned though it be,
When on it grows this glorious antidote?
Zay. And may we never love as mortals love?
Sel. No; that can never be. Of earthly things
This love of theirs ranks as the earthiest.
’Tis necessary to man’s mode of life;
He could not bear his load of misery
But for the sweet enchantment at his heart
That tells him that he bears no load at all.
We do not need it in our perfect land.
Moreover, there’s this gulf ’twixt it and us:
Only a mortal can inspire such love;
And mortal foot can never touch our land.
Sel. (surprised).Of course.
Zay.Yet I have heard
That we’ve a half-forgotten law which says,
That when a fairy quits his fairy home
[Pg 21]
To visit earth, those whom he leaves behind
May summon from the wicked world below
That absent fairy’s mortal counterpart;
And that that mortal counterpart may stay
In fairy land and fill the fairy’s place
Till he return. Is there not some such law?
Sel. And if there be, wouldst put that law in force?(horrified).
Zay. No; not for all the love of all the world!(equally horrified).
Sel. A man in fairy land! Most horrible!
He would exhale the poison of his soul,
And we should even be as mortals are,
Hating as man hates!
Dar. (enthusiastically). Loving as man loves!
(Sel. looks reproachfully).
Too horrible! Still—
Dar.I see a trace
Of wisdom lurking in this ancient law.
Sel. Where lurks this wisdom, then? I see it not.
Dar. (with emphasis). Man is a shameless being, steeped in sins
At which our stainless nature stands appalled;
Yet, sister, if we took this loathsome soul
From yonder seething gulf of infamy—
E’en but for one short day—and let him see
The beauty of our pure, unspotted lives,
He might return to his unhappy world,
And trumpet forth the strange intelligence:
[Pg 22]
“Those men alone are happy who are good.”
Then would the world immediately repent,
And sin and wickedness be known no more!
Loc. Association with so foul a thing
As man must needs be unendurable
To souls as pure and sinless as our own:
Yet, sister dear, it has occurred to me,
That his foul deeds, perchance, proceed from this—
That we have kept ourselves too much aloof,
And left him to his blind and wayward will.
Zay. Man is every thing detestable—
Base in his nature, base in thought and deed,
Loathsome beyond all things that creep and crawl!
Still, sister, I must own I’ve sometimes thought
That we who shape the fortunes of mankind,
And grant such wishes as are free from harm,
Might possibly fulfill our generous task
With surer satisfaction to himself
Had we some notion what these wishes were!
Neo. We give him every thing but good advice,
And that which most he needs do we withhold.
Dar. Oh! terrible, dear sister, to reflect,
That to our cold and culpable neglect,
The folly of the world is chargeable!
Zay.It may in truth be so.
Lei. In very truth I’m sure that it is so.
Sel. Oh! horrible! It shall be so no more.
A light breaks over me! Their sin is ours!
But there—’tis easy still to make amends.
[Pg 23]
A mortal shall behold our blameless state,
And learn the beauties of a sinless life!
Come, let us summon mortal Ethais.
Sel.Not a word—I am resolved to this.
Neo. (timidly).Why summon only one?
Neo.The world’s incredulous;
Let two be brought into our blameless land,
Then should their wondrous story be received
With ridicule or incredulity,
One could corroborate the other.
Dar.Yes—
Phyllon has gone with Ethais. Let us call
The mortal counterpart of Phyllon too—
Sel. Two mortals—two unhappy men of sin
In this untainted spot!
Loc.Well, sister dear,
Two Heralds of the Truth will spread that Truth
At the least twice as rapidly as one.
Sel. Two miserable men! Why, one alone
Will bring enough pollution in his wake,
To taint our happy land from end to end!
Zay. Then, sister, two won’t make the matter worse!
Sel. There’s truth in that. (After a pause.)
The two shall come to us.
We have deserved this fearful punishment;
[Pg 24]
Our power, I think, is limited to two?
Sel.Yes—more might be done
Had each of us a pupil to herself.
Now then to summon them. But, sisters all,
Show no repugnance to these wretched men;
Remember that, all odious though they be,
They are our guests; in common courtesy
Subdue your natural antipathies;
Be very gentle with them, bear with them,
Be kind, forbearing, tender, pitiful.
Receive them with that gentle sister love,
That forms the essence of our fairyhood;
Let no side-thought of their unholy lives
Intrude itself upon your charity;
Treat them as though they were what they will be
When they have seen how we shall be to them.
What is the form?
Dar.Two roses newly plucked
Should each in turn be cast upon the earth;
Then, as each rose is thrown, pronounce the name
Of him whose mortal self it typifies.
Here are two roses plucked from yonder tree.
Sel. (taking them). Well then, fair rose, I name thee Ethais!—
Go, send thy mortal namesake to our cloud; (throws rose to earth).
’Tis done; conceal yourselves till they appear!
[Pg 25]
The fairies conceal themselves. Hurried music;
to which enter Sir Ethais and Sir Phyllon,
hurriedly, over the edge of cloud, as if
impelled by some invisible and irresistible
power from below. Sir Ethais and Sir
Phyllon have their swords drawn. They
are dressed as barbaric knights, and, while
bearing a facial resemblance to their fairy
counterparts, present as strong a contrast as
possible in their costume and demeanor.
Sir Eth. Why, help, help, help!
Sir Phy.The devil seize us all!
Why, what strange land is this? How came we here?
Sir Eth. How came we here? Why, who can answer that
So well as thou?
Sir Eth.Yes, cur; as thou!
This is some devil’s game of thy design,
To scare me from the task I set myself
When we crossed swords.
Sir Phy.I use no sorcery.
A whirlwind bore me to this cursed spot;
But whence it came I neither know nor care.
Sir Eth. There—gag thy lying tongue; it matters not,
Or here or there we’ll fight our quarrel out.
Come! call thy devils; let them wait at hand
[Pg 26]
And when I’ve done with thee I’ll do with them.
(They fight. The fairies watch the combat unobserved
with great interest.)
Dar. What are they doing?
Sel.It’s some game of skill.
It’s very pretty.
Dar.Very. (Knights pause.) Oh, they’ve stopped.
Phy. Come, come—on guard. (Fight resumed.)
Zay.Now they begin again.
Eth. (Sees fairies, who have gradually surrounded them.)
Hold! we are overlooked. (Ethais, who has turned for a moment in saying this, is severely wounded by Phyllon.)
Sel.You may proceed.
We like it much.
Dar.You do it very well—
Begin again.
Eth.Black curses on that thrust!
I am disabled. Ladies, bind my wound;
And if it please you still to see us fight,
We’ll fight for those bright eyes and cherry lips
Till one or both of us shall bite the dust.
Phy. Hold! call a truce till we return to earth—
Here are bright eyes enough for both of us.
Eth. I don’t know that! Well, there—till we return. (Shaking hands.)
But once again on earth, we will take up
Our argument where it was broken off,
And let thy devils whirl me where they may,
[Pg 27]
I’ll reach conclusion and corollary.
Dar. (looking at Phyllon). Oh, fairyhood!
How wonderfully like our Phyllon!
Sel. (looking at Ethais).Yes.
And see—how strangely like our Ethais.
Thou hast a gallant carriage, gentle knight. (Sighing.)
Zay. How very, very like our Ethais.
Eth. It’s little wonder that I’m like myself;
Why, I am he.
Sel.No, not our Ethais. (Sighing.)
Eth. In truth, I am the Ethais of all
Who are as gentle and as fair as thou.
Sel. That’s bravely said; thou hast a silver tongue;
Why! what can gods be like if these be men.
(During this dialogue, Darine shows by her manner
that she takes great interest in Ethais.)
Say, dost thou come from earth or heaven?
Eth. (gallantly putting his arm round them).
I think I’ve come from earth to heaven.
Sel. (to Darine with delight). Oh! didst thou hear?
He comes from earth to heaven! No, Ethais,
We are but fairies—this, our native home.
Our fairy-land rests on a cloud which floats
Hither and thither, as the breezes will;
At times a mighty city’s at our feet,
At times a golden plain, and then the sea,
Dotted with ships and rocks and sunny isles.
We see the world; yet saving that it is
[Pg 28]
A very wicked world, we know it not—
We hold no converse with its denizens;
But on the lands o’er which our island hangs,
We shed fair gifts of plenty and of peace—
Health and contentment—charity—goodwill;
Drop tears of love upon the thirsty earth,
And shower fair waters on the growing grain.
This is our mission.
Eth.’Tis a goodly one!
I’d give my sword—ay, and my sword-arm too,
If thou wouldst anchor for a year or so
O’er yonder home of mine. But tell me, now,
Does every cloud that hovers o’er our heads
Bear in its bosom such a wealth of love?
Sel. Alas! Sir Ethais, we are too few
To work the good that we could wish to work.
Thou hast seen black and angry thunder-clouds
That spit their evil fire at flocks and herds,
And shake with burly laughter as they watch
The trembling shepherds count their shriveled dead?
These are our enemies, sir knight, and thine.
They sow the seeds of pestilence and death—
May heaven preserve thee from their influence!
Phy.But tell us, gentle maid,
Why have you summoned us?
Sel.Because we seek
To teach you truths that now ye wot not of;
Because we know that you are very frail,
Poor, blind, weak, wayward mortals—willing reeds,
[Pg 29]
Swayed right and left by every tempting wind;
And we are pure, and very, very brave,
Having no taste for trivial solaces (taking Ethais’ hand);
Scorning such idle joys as we have heard
Appeal most strongly to such men as you;
And we have cherished earnest hope that we,
By the example of our sacred lives,
May teach you to abjure such empty joys,
May send you back to earth, pure, childlike men,
To teach your mothers, sisters, and your wives,
And those perchance (sighing) who are to be your wives!
That there are fairy maidens in the clouds,
Whose gentle mode of thought and mode of life
They would do well to imitate. We would
That every maid on earth were such as we!
(Placing her arms round his neck).
Eth. In truth we would that every maiden were,—
(Aside) Except our mothers, sisters, and our wives!
Sel. If you will be our pupils, you must give
Some token of submission to our will,
No doubt you have some form of fealty?
Eth. When man desires to show profound respect—
To indicate most forcibly his own
Inferiority, he always puts
His arm round the respected object’s waist,
And drawing her (or him) towards him, thus,
Places a very long and tender kiss
[Pg 30]
On his (or her) face—as the case may be.
Sel. That form is not in vogue in fairy land;
Still, as it holds on earth, no doubt ’twill have
Far greater weight with you poor sons of earth,
Than any formula we could impose.
Phy. Its weight is overpowering. (About to kiss.)
Sel.But stay!
We would not wrest this homage from you, sir;
Or give it willingly, or not at all.
Eth. Most willingly, fair maid, we give it you.
(Eth. kisses Sel. and Phyl. kisses Zay.)
Eth.There! does it not convey
A pleasant sense of influence?
Sel.It does.
Some earthly forms seem rational enough.
Why Ethais, what ails thee? (Ethais staggers.)
Eth.Why, I’m faint
From loss of blood. My wound—here, take this scarf,
And bind it round my arm—so—have a care!
There, that will do till I return to earth;
Then, Lutin, who’s a fairly skillful leech,
Shall doctor it.
Sel. (amazed).Didst thou say Lutin?
Eth.Yes,
He is my squire—a poor, half-witted churl,
Enter Lutin unobserved.
Who shudders at the rustling of a leaf;
[Pg 31]
A strange, odd, faithful, loving, timid knave;
More dog than man, and, like a well-thrashed hound,
He loves his master’s voice, and dreads it, too.
Why, here he is! (In intense astonishment.)
Lut.Who is this insolent,
A mortal here in fairy land?
Lut. Oh, this is outrage!
Eth. (crossing to him).Why, thou scurvy knave,
How cam’st thou here? Thou didst not come with us!
What is the meaning of this masquerade? [Alluding to Lutin’s dress.
Be off at once; if I could use my arm,
I’d whip thee for this freak, but as it is,
I’ll hand thee over to that wife of thine;
Her hand is heavier than mine. (To Sel.) This churl
(So rumor saith) is mated to a shrew;
A handsome, ranting, jealous, clacking shrew;
And he, by means of this tom-fool disguise,
Has ’scaped his home to play the truant here;
Sel.The mortal counterparts
Of Ethais and Phyllon. Look at them! (Crosses to Lutin.)
Dost thou not love them?
Sel.How very strange!
Why we all loved them from the very first.
[Pg 32]
Lut. Is this indeed the truth?
Dar.It is indeed.
Obedient to our queen’s command, we have
Subdued our natural antipathies.
Zay. They are our guests, all odious though they be,
(Takes Phyllon’s hand.)
And we must bid them welcome to our home,
As if e’en now they were what they will be
When they have seen what we shall be to them. (Kissing his hand.)
Lut. Be warned in time, and send these mortals hence;
Why, don’t you see that in each word they speak,
They breathe of love?
Sel. (enthusiastically).They do!
Lut.Why Love’s the germ
Of every sin that stalks upon the earth:
The brawler fights for love—the drunkard drinks
To toast the girl who loves him, or to drown
Remembrance of the girl who loves him not!
The miser hoards his gold to purchase love.
The liar lies to gain, or wealth, or love;
And if for wealth, it is to purchase love.
The very footpad nerves his coward arm
To stealthy deeds of shame by pondering on
The tipsy kisses of some tavern wench!
Be not deceived—this love is but the seed;
The branching tree that springs from it is Hate!
Dar. (to Eth.) Nay, heed him not. There is a legend here—
[Pg 33]
An idle tale, that man is infamous,
And he believes it. So, indeed, did we,
Till we beheld you, gallant gentlemen!
Lut. Why, they are raving! Let me go at once
And join my brothers at our monarch’s court;
While they are here this is no place for me.
Zay. (eagerly to Sel.) Let him depart; then we can summon here
His mortal counterpart. (Fairies delighted; Selene expresses indignant surprise, Zayda changes her manner), a poor frail man
No doubt, who stands in very sorest need
Of such good counsel as we can afford.
Sel. Thou speakest wisely. Lutin, get thee gone.
Phy.Begone, thou scurvy knave!
Thy wife shall hear of this—she’ll punish thee.
Lut. Oh, moral plague! oh, walking pestilence!
Oh, incarnation of uncleanliness!
You call me knave! Why, hark ye men of sin.
You’ve kings and queens upon that world of yours,
To whom you crawl in apt humility;
Well, sir, there’s not an emperor on earth
Who would not kiss the dust I tread upon,
And I’m the meanest here. Good day to you.
[Exit Lutin.
Eth. (following him angrily, is restrained by Selene).
The fellow’s crazed—heed not his rhapsodies,
Thou dost not credit him?
[Pg 34]
Sel.And if I do,
What matters it? Be all he says thou art,
And I will worship thee for being so;
Thou art my faith—whate’er my Ethais does
Is ever hallowed by his doing it;
Thy moral law is mine—for thou art mine:
Rob, and I’ll scoff at honor; kill—I’ll kill;
Be perjured, and I’ll swear by perjury;
Ay, be thou false to me, and I’ll proclaim
That man forsworn who loves but one alone!
My soul is thine—whate’er my faith may be,
I’ll be its herald; if thou hast no faith,
I’ll be the high priest of thine unbelief!
Thy wisdom’s mine; thy folly’s thine—
Eth.Hush! hush!
Why this is madness!
Sel.Yes, for this is Love!
Selene kneels at Ethais’ feet.
ACT II.
Scene, same as Act I.
[Darine, Zayda, Leila, Locrine, other Fairies,
and Neodie discovered anxiously watching
the entrance to Selene’s bower.]
Dar. Still, still Selene watches Ethais!
For six long hours has she detained the knight
Within the dark recesses of her bower,
[Pg 35]
Under pretense that his unhappy wound
Demands her unremitting watchfulness!
(Indignantly.) This, fairies, is our queen!—the sinless soul
To whose immaculate pre-eminence
We pure and perfect maidens of the air
Accord our voluntary reverence!
Zay. Her conduct is an outrage on her sex!
Was it for this that we proposed to her
That we should bring these mortals to our land?
Is this the way to teach this erring man
The moral beauties of a spotless life?
To teach him truths that now he wots not of?
Surely this knight might well have learnt on earth
Such moral truths as she is teaching him.
Enter Selene from bower, Darine retires up.
Lei. At last she comes! (to Selene). We are well pleased to find
That, after such a lengthy vigil, thou
Canst tear thyself away from Ethais!
Sel. Yes, dearest sister, he is calmer now.
(To Zay.) Oh! this has been a fearful night for him;
Not for one moment have I left his side!
Zay. Poor Ethais! Believe us, sister dear,
He has our heartfelt pity.
Sel.All night long
He tossed and raved in wild delirium;
Shouting for arms, and, as it seemed to me,
Fighting his fight with Phyllon o’er again,
[Pg 36]
At length, as morning broke, he fell asleep,
And slept in peace till half an hour ago.
I watched him through the long and troubled night,
Fanning the fever from his throbbing brow,
Till he awoke. At first he gazed on me
In silent wonderment; then, suddenly
Seizing my hand, he pressed it to his lips,
And swore that I had saved him from the grave—
Mark that—the grave! I—I had saved his life!
He told me that he loved me—loved me well;
That I was fairer than the maids of earth—
That I had holy angel-eyes, that rained
A gentle pity on his stubborn heart—
(He called it stubborn, for he knew it not);
That I was fairer, in his worldly eyes,
Than all the maids on earth or in the clouds!
(Darine, who has listened with intense anxiety
to this speech, goes off silently, but in an
agony of grief.)
Zay. (spitefully). Could any words more eloquently show
The recklessness of his delirium?
Sel. (surprised). Nay, he was conscious then.
Neo. (very kindly).Of course he was!
No doubt, Selene, thou hast gained his love.
Be happy in it, dearest sister; but
In thy proud triumph, love, pray recollect
He had not seen us!
Zay.Thou hast wisely done
To keep him from our sight. Cage thou thy bird,
[Pg 37]
Or he may fly to fairer homes than thine.
Sel. (amazed). What mean you, sisters? Nay, turn not away—
What have I done?
Loc. (very spitefully).Indeed we do not know;
But, lest we should affect his love for thee,
We will at once withdraw.
[Exit Locrine, bowing ironically.
Lei. (with freezing politeness).Good-day to you!
Zay.Good-day. Remember—cage thy bird!
[Exit.
Sel. How strangely are my sisters changed to me!
Have I done wrong? No, no, I’m sure of that.
The knight was sorely stricken—he had died
But for my willing care. Oh! earthly love,
Thou mighty minister of good or ill,
Is it for good or ill that thou art here?
Art thou an element of happiness,
Or an unwieldy talisman that I,
In heedlessness, have turned against myself?
“He had not seen them,”—so my sister spake;
Yes, truly, there are fairer forms than mine.
He shall not see them! Oh! I am unjust.
Hath he not told me that I have his love?
There is no treachery in those brave eyes:
There is no falsehood in that gallant heart!
But still—he had not seen them. Oh, for shame!
Can love and doubt reign ever side by side?
No, Ethais, love is the death of doubt.
[Pg 38]
I love thee, Ethais, and doubt thee not!
Still it were better that he saw but me.
(Ethais has entered unperceived from bower
and overheard the last three lines. He
is very pale and weak, and his arm is in
a sling.)
Eth. Selene, I am weak—give me thine hand.
Sel. My love, thou shouldst not yet have left thy couch!
Come—thou hast need of rest.
Eth.No, let me stay.
The air revives me—I am strong again.
And so, thou trustest me?
Sel.In truth I do! (Sits by his side.)
Although I can not tell thee whence proceeds
This strange, irrational belief in thee—
Thee, whom I hardly know.
Eth.Is that so strange?
I see no marvel!
Sel.Nay, my love, reflect,
I am a woman, and thou art a man;
Well, thou art comely—so, in truth, am I;
We meet and love each other—that’s to say,
I am prepared to give up all I have,
My home, my very fairyhood for thee;
Thou to surrender riches, honor, life,
To please the fleeting fancies of my will.
And why?
Because I see in thee, or thou in me,
Astounding virtue, brilliant intellect,
[Pg 39]
Great self-denial, venerable years,
Rare scholarship, or godly talent? No!
Because, forsooth, we’re comely specimens—
Not of our own, but Nature’s industry!
Eth. The face is the true index of the mind,
A ready formula, whereby to read
The lesson of a lifetime in a glance.
Sel. (in wonder). Then, Ethais, is perfect comeliness
Always identified with moral worth?
Eth. The comeliest man is the most virtuous—
That’s an unfailing rule.
Sel.Then, Ethais,
There is no holier man on earth than thou!
My sisters, Ethais, are sadly changed
By the strange power that emanates from thee.
They love thee as I love thee!
Eth. (aside).Do they so!
I’faith they shall not love their love in vain!
Sel. I tell thee this that thou mayst shun them, lest
By crafty scheme and subtly planned device,
They steal thee from thy mistress unawares.
Eth. (laughing). No fear of that! Laugh all their schemes to scorn,
Treat them with the contempt such jades deserve.
I do not seek them.
Sel.Does the miser treat
The thief who seeks his treasure with contempt,
Because his treasure does not seek the thief?
[Pg 40]
No, Ethais, I’ll hide my gold away!
Take thou this ring—it is a pledge of love (giving him a ring).
Wear it until thy love fades from thy soul.
Eth. ’Twill never fade while thou art true to me.
Sel. (amazed). Are women ever false to such as thou?
Eth. Are women ever true? Well, not to me.
(Aside.) Nor I to them; and so we square accounts!
Sel. Then thou hast been deceived?
Eth.Yes, terrible indeed!
Ah, my Selene, picture to thyself
A man—linked for his life to one he loves.
She is his world—she is the breath he breathes;
In his fond eyes the type of purity.
Well, she is false—all women are—and then
Come tidings of his shame, the damning words,
“I love another, I have cheated thee.”
At first it can not be, it is a dream;
And when by slow procession, step by step,
He sees in it the waking from a dream,
His heavy heart stands still—he dies a death,
A momentary death—to wake again
Into a furious life of hot revenge;
His hand against all men; his maddened tongue
Calling down curses on his cheated self;
On him who stole her love, on all but her
Who has called down this crowning curse on him!
[Pg 41]
To find her love a lie, her kiss a jest,
Her cherished bywords a cold mockery—
Oh, there are words
For other agonies, but none for this!
Sel. And thou hast suffered this?
Eth. (bitterly).I have indeed!
Sel. And how long does this bitter anguish last?
Eth. Well, in a very serious case, all night!
Next day a fairer face, a nobler form,
A purer heart, a gentler maidenhood,
Will set him dreaming as he dreamt before
Until the time for waking comes again;
And so the round of love runs through our lives!
Sel. But these are earthly maidens, Ethais—
My love is purer than a mortal’s love.
Eth. Thine is no mortal love if it be pure.
Sel. (horrified). Then, mortal Ethais, what love is thine?
Eth. (taken aback). I spake of women—men are otherwise.
Sel. Man’s love is pure, invariably?
Eth.Pure?
Pure as thine own!
Sel.Poor, trusting, cheated souls!
[Exeunt together into bower.
Enter Darine, who has overheard the last few lines.
Dar. She leads him willingly into her bower!
Oh! I could curse the eyes that meet his eyes,
The hand that touches his hand, and the lips
[Pg 42]
That press his lips! And why? I can not tell!
Some unknown fury rages in my soul,
A mean and miserable hate of all,[Enter Phyllon unobserved.
Who interpose between my love and me!
What devil doth possess me?
Dar. Perhaps—what matters how the fiend is called?
Phy. But wherefore art thou jealous? Tell me, now,
Have I done aught to cause this jealousy?
Dar. Thou! Dost thou love me?
Phy.Love thee? Tenderly!
I love all pretty girls, on principle.
Dar. But is thy love an all-possessing love?
Mad, reckless, unrestrained, infuriate,
Holding thy heart within its iron grasp,
And pressing passion from its very core?
Phy. (surprised). Oh, yes!
Dar.Alas! poor stricken, love-sick knight!
Phyllon, my love is such a love as thine,
But it is not for thee! Oh, nerve thyself,
I have ill tidings for thee, gentle knight!
I love thee not!
Dar. (disappointed).But tell me, now.
Art thou not sorely vexed?
[Pg 43]
Phy. (quietly).Unspeakably.
Dar. But thou’lt forgive me? Tell me Phyllon, now,
That I am pardoned!
Phy.That, indeed, thou art.
Dar. (hurt). Phyllon, hadst thou despised my proffered love,
I’d not have pardoned thee!
Dar. (impatiently). But dost thou understand? I love thee not.
I, whom thou lovest, Phyllon, love thee not—
Nay, more, I love another—Ethais!
Thou hast a rival, and a favored one.
Dost thou not hear me?
Phy. (surprised).Yes; I’m deeply pained.
Dar. (delighted). Thou art?
Phy. Of course. What wouldst thou have me do?
Dar. Do? Hurl thyself headlong to yonder earth,
And end at once a life of agony!
Dar.Why? Because I love thee not!
Why if I loved and found my love despised,
The universe should ring with my laments;
And were I mortal, Phyllon, as thou art,
I would destroy myself!
Phy.Ha! ha! If all
Heartbroken lovers took that course, the world
Would be depopulated in a week!
[Pg 44]
And so thou lovest Ethais?
Dar. (enthusiastically).I do!
Phy. But still (I may be wrong) it seems to me
He’s taken with Selene—
Dar. (furiously).Name her not!
He feigns a love he does not feel, because
She is our queen. He dares not anger her!
Phy. But art thou sure of this?
Dar. (bitterly).Oh! am I sure!
Look in these eyes—they do not burn for thee;
Behold this form—that thou shalt never clasp—
Gaze on these lips—thou shalt not press them, sir!
And tell me, now, that Ethais loves me not!
Oh! had I but the power to heal his wound,
And free him from her hated company!
Phy. Were Lutin here, he would assist thy plan.
Phy.His henchman, and a cunning leech;
He has a charm—a potent talisman—
A panacea that will heal all wounds;
Fetch him, and Ethais is healed again.
Dar. (aside). The gods have heard me!
(Aloud, suddenly). Oh; insensate knight,
Thou counselest me how to gain his love;
And yet thou lovest me?
Phy.Oh, pardon me,
That was ten minutes since—an age ago!
[Exit.
Dar. Here comes the miserable, mincing jade,
With a fair speech upon her lying lips,
To meet the sister whom her base-born arts
[Pg 45]
Have robbed of more than life! Oh, hypocrite!
Enter Selene from bower.
Dar. (changing her manner). My sister—my beloved one,
Why, thou art sad; thine eyes are dim with tears!
Say, what hath brought thee grief?
Sel. (with great joy).Darine, my own.
Thou dost not shun me, then?
Dar. (aside).Oh, hypocrite!
(Aloud.) Shun thee, my own Selene? No—not I!
Sel. Bless thee for that! I feared to meet thy face,
For all my loved companions turned from me
With scornful jest and bitter mockery.
Thou—thou—Darine, alone art true to me!
Dar. True to Selene while Selene breathes!
Come—tell me all thy woes.
Sel.My Ethais—
He whom I love so fondly—he is ill,
And I am powerless to heal his wound.
Darine, my love may die!
Dar.What can be done?
Oh, I would give my fairyhood to save
The man thou lovest so—my dearly loved!
But stay, the counterpart of Lutin is
At once his henchman and his cunning leech;
Lutin has left our sphere, (plucking rose from tree)
cast this to earth, (giving it)
[Pg 46]
And summon mortal Lutin to his aid.
He hath a charm to heal thy lover’s wound.
Sel. Kind Heaven reward thee for thy ready wit,
My sister, thou hast saved both him and me!
My darling sister! (Embracing her.)
Dar. (aside).Oh, thou hypocrite!
Sel. Fair rose, I name thee Lutin, go to earth,
And hither send the mortal counterpart
Of him whose name thou hast, and may the gods
Prosper thy mission! Kiss me, dear Darine, (kissing her)
For thou hast saved my Ethais for me!
[Exit Selene.
Dar. No, not for thee, good sister, for myself!
[Exit Darine.
(Hurried music. Enter Mortal Lutin over
edge of precipice, staggering on the stage as
if violently impelled from below.)
Lut. What ho! help! help! Where am I? Not on earth,
For I remember that a friendly cloud
Enveloped me, and whirled me through the air,
Just as my fair, but able-bodied, wife,
Began to lay my staff about my ears!
[Enter Neodie, Leila, Locrine, and others.
Can this be death, and has she killed me? (Sees them) Well,
If I be dead, and if this be the place
In which I’m doomed to expiate my sins,
Taking my sins all round, I’m bound to say
[Pg 47]
It might have been considerably worse!
Loc. (approaching him with great delight).
Why, this is Lutin’s mortal counterpart!
Neo. How quaint! How gloriously rugged?
Lei.Yes!
Such character and such expression!
Lut. By some mistake my soul has missed its way,
And slipped into Mahomet’s Paradise!
Neo. No, this is fairy-land. See, there’s the earth
From which we summoned thee. These are the clouds.
Thou art not angry with us?
Lut.Angry? No!
I’m very well up here!
Loc.Then thou shalt stay!
Neo. Oh, tell me, are there many men on earth
As fair and pleasant to the eye as thou?
Lut. Not many, though I have met one or two
Who run me pretty close.
Lut. Well, let me see, Sir Phyllon has been thought
A personable man; then Ethais
He’s fairly well.
Neo.But these are handsome men—
We love thee for thy rugged homely face;
Oh, we are sated with mere comeliness,
We have so much of that up here! (rises) I love
A homely face!
[Pg 48]
Lut.I quite agree with you.
What do a dozen handsome men imply?
A dozen faces cast in the same mold,
A dozen mouths all lip for lip the same.
A dozen noses all of equal length?
But take twelve plain men, and the element
Of picturesque variety steps in,
You get at once unlooked-for hill and dale—
Odd curves and unexpected points of light,
Pleasant surprises—quaintly broken lines;
All very pleasant, whether seen upon
The face of nature or the face of man.
[Enter Zayda.
Loc. But stay—thou shouldst be faint, for lack of food!
Neo. Nay, let me minister unto his wants!
Zay. Then go, beloved sisters, gather fruits.
And bring them here to him. Such frugal fare
Will have a daintier flavor than its own
When served by such fair hands! (Kissing them.)
[Exeunt Locrine, Neodie, and others.
Zay. (suddenly).We are alone!
One word of caution—shun my sisters all!
Lut. Are all those lovely girls your sisters?
Zay.Yes
Rejoice that they are not thine own.
Lut.I do.
I very much prefer them as they are!
You’re a fine family.
Zay.Fair to the eye;
But take good heed—they are not what they seem!
[Pg 49]
Locrine, the fair, the beautiful Locrine,
Is the embodiment of avarice!
She seeks your gold.
Lut.I’m much obliged to her;
I’ll give her half she finds and thank her too!
Zay. Darine is vain beyond comparison;
Neodie is much older than she looks;
Camilla hath defective intellect;
Ena’s a bitter shrew; Colombe’s a thief;
And, last and worst of all—I blush to own,
Our queen Selene hath a tongue that stabs—
A traitor-tongue, that serves no better end
Than wag a woman’s character away!
Lut. I’ve stumbled into pretty company!
It seems you fairies have your faults!
Zay.Alas!
All but myself. My soul is in my face;
I—only I—am what I seem to be;
I—only I—am worthy to be loved;
(confidentially). If thou wilt love me I will dower thee
With wealth untold, long years and happy life,
Thou gallant churl—thou highly polished boor—
Thou pleasant knave—thou strange epitome
Of all that’s rugged, quaint and picturesque!
Lut. You don’t take long in coming to the point.
Zay. Forgive my clumsy and ill chosen words;
We gentle, simple fairies never loved
Until to-day.
Lut.And when you do begin,
[Pg 50]
You fairies make up for the time you’ve lost!
(The Fairies enter with fruit. He sits up. They group about him.)
Lut.Well, yes—that is—down there—
Up here I am a bachelor—as yet.
Zay. (offended). As yet! Be good enough to recollect
That we are good, and pure, and maidenly—
So prithee guard that errant tongue of thine.
Loc. And does she love thee?
Lut.Humph—we do fall out—
We did to-day.
Neo.And how came that about? (All anxious to know.)
Lut. Why thus—to tell the truth—between ourselves—
There was a lady in the case.
Zay. (apart, much shocked).Hush—hush—
Confine thyself to matters that relate
To thine own sex. Thy master, Ethais—
He fought with Phyllon—what was that about? (Crossing to Lutin.)
Lut. Oh, it’s the old, old story!
Lut.Well,
There was a lady in the case!
Zay.Then, stop—
Go on to something else—Where wast thou born?
Lut. Why, in Bulgaria—some years ago—
[Pg 51]
(whispering) There was a lady in that case!
Zay. (severely).It seems
There is a lady, sir, in every case.
Lut. In all these cases they do interfere!
Enter Darine unobserved.
Loc. And, Lutin, is thy wife as fair as thou?
Lut. I thought her pretty till I looked on thee.
Lut.Is bright—but not as bright as thine.
Lut.Neat and graceful of its kind,
But lacks thy pleasant plumpness. Then, besides,
She has a long loud tongue, and uses it—
A stout and heavy hand—and uses that;
And large expressive eyes—and uses them!
Zay. And does she know that thou art here with us?
Lut. No—that’s the joke! No—that’s the best of it!
The gods forbid she ever should know that!
She is so plaguey jealous!
Loc.Is she so?
How is the lady called?
Dar. (coming forward). So I have found thee, Lutin.
Lut. (aghast).Can it be?
My wife!
Zay.Thy wife? This is Darine!
[Pg 52]
Lut.I know!
(They detain him). Be quiet—don’t—oblige me—let me go!
Do not suppose, my love, that these bold girls
Are friends of mine.
Dar.Come, I would speak with thee—
Lut. Allow me to explain.
Dar.Attend to me.
Say, dost thou love thy master, Ethais?
Lut. My master? Yes, most surely!
Dar. (earnestly).So do I!
Madly, unreasonably, recklessly. (Lutin much taken aback)
Love him with all the passion of a heart
That love has never kindled till to-day!
Thou, only thou, canst help me, noble sir.
The gods, the gods have sent thee to my aid!
Lut. Have they? In doing so the gods have not
Displayed their usual talent for intrigue.
O, thou abandoned woman!
Dar.Hear me, sir!
My Ethais is wounded in the arm,
Thou hast a remedy of wondrous power,
A charmèd remedy. Give it to me,
That I may work his cure.
Lut.Upon my soul,
Cure him for thee! This is a cool request!
Dar. But why not heal thy master’s wound?
Lut.Because,
Under the circumstances, I prefer
[Pg 53]
My master wounded to my master well,
For when he’s well, he’s very well indeed!
(Aside) But stay—here is an essence that will drown
His soul in sleep till I awaken him (taking bottle from pocket).
Shall I? I will! He’ll be much safer so!
(Aloud) There, take the charm, and heal thy Ethais!
Dar. A thousand thanks! Now he indeed is mine!
Lut. Oh! this is inconceivable! Come here (Fairies advance),
D’ ye see these maidens, madam? Hitherto
Thou hast been jealous, but without good cause;
But now I’ll give thee cause for jealousy;
I’ll pass my time with them—d’ye hear? with them—
They’re very pleasant, unaffected girls;
I like them very much, and they like me—
I’ll play the very devil with their hearts,
And let them play the very deuce with mine!
Dar. Do so; I’ll not detain thee from thy loves—
See how impatiently they wait for thee;
Go—while the happy hours away with them.
Lut. Is this thy jealousy, abandoned girl?
Dar. (surprised). Jealous of thee? Good sir, I love thee not!
Dar.No, no—I love Sir Ethais;
And when I’ve healed his wound, sheer gratitude
[Pg 54]
Will wake his soul to love!
Lut.If he drinks that
Sheer gratitude won’t wake him. After all (looking at Fairies who are endeavoring to persuade him to accompany them.)
Six pretty Zaydas to one Ethais—
He fast asleep, and they all wide awake,
Egad, I’ve six to one the best of that!
[Exeunt Lutin and Fairies.
Dar. He comes! At last I shall behold my love!
[Enter Ethais from bower.
(Tenderly.) How fares Sir Ethais?
Eth.Why grievously.
I am no leech, and can not dress my wound,
I’m sick and faint from pain and loss of blood.
Dar. (aside). How shall I work my end? I have a plan!
Oh, powers of impudence defend me now!
(Aloud). Sir Ethais, if Phyllon’s words be true,
Thy wound is but a scratch.
Eth.A scratch, forsooth!
The devil’s nails could hardly scratch so deep.
Dar. He says—I don’t believe him—but he says
That thou hast magnified its character,
Because thou fearest to renew the fight.
He says thou art a coward!
Eth. (furiously).By my blood,
He shall atone for that! Did he say this
To thee?
Dar.Ay, sir, to me—a minute since.
[Pg 55]
Eth. Oh, Phyllon! Coward? Why, a dozen times
We two have fought our battles side by side;
And I’m to quail and blanch, forsooth, because
We two, at last, are fighting face to face?
Oh, curses on the wound! Were Lutin here,
My sword-arm soon would be in gear again.
Eth. (amazed).Here? Lutin?
Dar.Yes. Behold! (Shows flask.)
I have obtained this precious charm from him.
Now, knight, to prove thy mettle!
Eth. (furiously).Give it me—
Give me the flask!
Dar.One moment, Ethais.
This flask is precious, and it hath a price.
Eth. Name thou thy price, and I will give it thee.
Take money, jewels, armor, all I have,
So that thou leavest me one trusty sword!
Dar. No, Ethais, I do not want thy wealth,
I want thy love—yes, Ethais, thy love;
That priceless love that thou hast lavished on
My worthless sister.
Dar.Yes,
Thou lovest her—and dost thou think that I
Will save thy life for her?
Eth.Selene? Bah!
True, she is fair. Well, thou art also fair.
What does it matter—her fair face or thine?
What matters either face—or hers or thine—
[Pg 56]
When weighed against this outrage on my fame?
Dar. Give me this ring, and thou shalt have the charm.
Eth. ’Tis thine. And now, Sir Phyllon, take good heed!
Enter Selene from bower.
Sel. Darine! Thou here, alone with Ethais!
No, no. I will not doubt—
Dar.Doubt whom thou wilt!
Thou hypocrite! thou shameless hypocrite!
Thou wretched victim of thine own designs.
Sel. Darine, what dost thou mean?
Enter Fairies.
Dar.Doubt all of us,
For we are false to thee as thou to us.
I am as thou hast made me, hypocrite!
Sel. Thou art to me as thou hast ever been,
Most dearly loved of all these dearly loved.
Dar. Away! Thou art the source of all our ill;
For though we counseled thee to do the deed
That brought this blight upon our innocence,
’Twas but a test, and thou hast bent to it!
Zay. Oh, miserable woman, get thee hence!
Thou art no queen of ours!
Loc.Away with her!
Down with the traitress queen!
(Selene turns from one to another—all turn away from her.)
Sel.So let it be.
[Pg 57]
Yes, thou hast rightly said—I had a trust.
I have forsaken it. Through my default,
The taint of earth has fallen on our land.
Mine was the sin—be mine the punishment.
Well-loved Darine, take thou this diadem:
Wear it more worthily than I. (Places her coronet on Darine.)
Behold
How royally it rests upon her brow!
My gentle sisterhood, behold your queen! (Fairies bow.)
Let her fair face and form untainted yet
By the iniquity of my default,
Recall the loved Darine of yesterday—
The gentle, loving, maidenly Darine—
Who would have been that loved Darine to-day,
But for my erring deed. Oh, shame on me!
Thou art as I have made thee. Who am I
That I should judge my sister? I am loved;
But had I lost that love, should I have borne
My loss more patiently than thou? Alas!
Thou, I, and all, are now as mortals are.
Dar. So may I fall if I forsake my trust.
Thy punishment is just. Thou wast a queen—
What art thou now?
Sel.I have a kingdom yet!
I have a kingdom here—in Ethais’ heart.
A kingdom? Nay, a world—my world—my world!
A world where all is pure, and good, and brave;
A world of noble thought and noble deed;
[Pg 58]
A world of brave and gentle chivalry;
A very goodly and right gallant world;—
This is my kingdom—for I am its queen!
Dar. Thou art no queen of his, for he is mine.
Aye, by the token that thou gavest him (shows ring),
Thou fond and foolish maiden!
Sel. (Looking at it).No, no, no!
It is a counterfeit—no, no, Darine!
The punishments of Heaven are merciful. (Takes Ethais’s hand to kiss it; she sees that the ring is not there.)
Oh, Ethais!
Is that the ring with which I plighted thee?
Eth. Ay, that’s the bauble. I have naught to say.
Sel. (To Dar.) It fell from him—where didst thou find it, speak?
Eth. I sold it for a charm that I might have
An arm to flog a lying cur withal;
A traitor devil, whose false breath had blurred
My knightly honor, dearer to my heart
Than any love of woman—hers or thine!
I had no choice—my honor was at stake.
Sel. Thine honor! Thou dost well to speak of that.
Can devils take the face and form of gods?
Are truth and treachery so near akin
That one can wear the other’s countenance?
Are all men such as thou? Or art thou not
Of thine accursed race the most accursed?
[Pg 59]
Why, honorable sir, thou art a knight
That wars with womankind! Thy panoply
A goodly form, smooth tongue, and fair false face.
Thy shield a lie; thy weapon an embrace;
The emblem of thy skill a broken heart!
Thine is a gallant calling, Ethais—
Thou manly knight—thou soul of chivalry—
Thou most discreet and prudent warrior!
(He approaches her.) Away, and touch me not! My nature’s gone.
May Heaven rain down her fury on thy soul!
May every fiber in that perjured heart
Quiver with love for one who loves thee not!
May thine untrammeled soul at last be caught,
And fixed and chained and riveted to one
Who, with the love of heaven upon her lips,
Carries the hate of hell within her heart!
Thou phantom of the truth—thou mimic god—
Thou traitor to thine own unhappy soul—
Thou base apostate to the lovely faith,
That thou hast preached with such false eloquence,
I am thine enemy! (To her sisters.) Look on your work,
My gentle sisters. (They look in horror.) Are ye not content?
Behold! I am a devil, like yourselves!
[Pg 60]
ACT III.
Scene, same as Acts I. and II.
Lutin discovered sitting, in deep dejection. Zayda
is at his feet trying to arouse him. Ethais is
lying insensible at entrance to bower, covered
with a mantle.
Zay. Come, Lutin, speak to me—for hours in vain
I’ve sought to wean thee from thine inner self;
I’ve sung in vain to thee—thou wilt not sing—
Zay. Then let us float on yonder silver stream (they rise),
Or plunge headlong into its mossy depths,
And wander, hand in hand, from grot to grot;
Or, if thou wilt, I’ll whirl thee through the air,
And light with thee on yon tall pinnacle.
Come, Lutin—take my hand, and we’ll away!
Lut. Don’t be ridiculous! I do not fly!
You’re very good—you mean it well, I know—
But I’ve no taste for such alarming joys.
I can’t help thinking of my lost Darine,
She was so much too good for me, and now
I am so much too good for her!
Zay.Alas!
Dost thou love her?
[Pg 61]
Lut.I can’t help loving her.
Zay. Dismiss the worthless creature from thy thoughts.
I know her well—she don’t deserve thy love!
She always was a very wicked girl.
Lut. Wicked? The best of women!
Zay. (maliciously).So she seemed.
Lut. She had her faults, I know.
Zay.She hath a soul
In which hypocrisy, intemperance,
Hate, envy, vanity, untruthfulness
Run riot at their will!
Lut. (astonished).You don’t say so?
I’d no idea of this—(weeping)
Lut. Tell me the worse at once!
Zay.The worst? No, that
Would be too cruel—but—bigamy’s the best!
Lut. What! Bigamy! Has she two husbands, then?
Zay.Why even now
She seeks to add a seventh to her list!
Sir Ethais—
Lut.Ah, there I’ve thwarted her.
Enter Darine, who goes to Ethais. She overhears what follows.
I have a potion that will heal his wounds;
She begged it of me, but I cheated her,
[Pg 62]
And put into her hands a sleeping draught.
By this time he’s as helpless as the dead,
And she may shout until she wakes the dead,
Before she wakes him!
(Darine comes forward. Exit Zayda, in terror.)
Dar. (down).Why, thou envious churl—
Thou wanton trifler with the purest fire
That ever burnt in love-sick woman’s breast,
Why hast thou done this thing?
Lut.She does not quail
Beneath her injured Lutin’s outraged eye, (she goes up to Ethais)
But calmly asks him why he’s done this thing!
Dar. Say, is he dead? Come—answer quickly!
Lut.Well,
He’s dead to all intents and purposes.
Dar. How has he injured thee?
Lut.He hasn’t as yet;
And I’ll take care he don’t!
Dar.Oh, misery!
In half-an-hour my brothers will be here;
In half-an-hour he must return to earth! (Referring to Ethais)
Awake, insensate knight—arouse thee, dolt!
I—I, Darine, am waiting here for thee.
Dost thou not hear me? Ethais, awake!
Dar.Oh! I will be revenged!
(To Lutin). I know not why thou wagest bitter war
Against my unoffending happiness;
[Pg 63]
But I will thwart thy schemes. Sir Phyllon comes! [Enter Phyllon.
Come hither, Phyllon—come to me, fair knight!
Say, dost thou love me still?
Dar. (To Lutin.) Thou hearest him—he loves me!
Phy. Most tenderly! (Embracing her.)
Dar.He loves most tenderly!
He is awake!
Lut.Yes, much too wide awake!
Disreputable woman, let him be!
Unhand this lady!
Dar.Why, thou selfish knave,
May I love nobody on earth but thee?
Lut. Of course you may not!
Dar. Go, sir, get thee gone!
There are fair maids enough awaiting thee;
I do not interfere ’twixt thee and them.
Lut. Well no, to do you justice, you do not!
I do not want them. I’m a married man!
What married man cares twopence for intrigues
At which his wife connives?
Lut. I blush to say she is!
Dar. (amazed).I am thy wife!
Oh, monstrous! Stay, there has been some mistake,
Some dreadful error! See, I’ve found a clew!
No doubt I am her fairy prototype,
[Pg 64]
In face resembling her, but that is all.
Lut. Then thou art not my wife?
Dar.Not I, indeed! (Lutin kisses her.)
I am a fairy. Be thou reassured;
Thy wife is on the earth (kisses her again)—Give me the charm
To cure my Ethais, and sit thee down (he gives it to her),
And I will send for Zayda and Locrine,
And thou shalt talk of love to both of them.
Lut. Well no—upon the whole—I’d rather not.
(Darine administers the potion to Ethais, who gradually revives.)
I have reformed, Darine, and had I not,
I don’t think I could talk to them of love
With all the eloquence the theme deserves,
In the distracting company of one,
Who, if she’s not in point of fact my wife,
Is so uncomfortably like my wife,
That she may be my wife for aught I know;
And more than that, I can’t stand tamely by
And notice with uninterested gaze
A lady, who’s so very like my wife,
Hanging on everybody’s neck but mine.
Don’t send for Zayda—I’m a married man!
[Exit.
Dar. He wakes! He lives—my own, own Ethais!
Eth. (awaking). Why—where am I? Have I then been asleep?
Dar. Indeed thou hast! See, thou must soon return
[Pg 65]
To yonder earth—I’ve much to say to thee.
Eth. But how came I to sleep? I recollect!
Thou gavest me a potion, and I—(Sees Phyllon)
Ha! (Flies at his throat.)
So I’m a cur, Sir Liar, and my wound
Is but a scratch which I have magnified
That I might shun the terrors of thy sword!
Phy. Hands off, thou drunken madman! Set me free.
I never said these things!
Eth.Thou craven cur,
Dost thou then fear to reap before my face
The crop that thou hast sown behind my back?
Thy life shall pay for this!
Phy. (contemptuously).I am not wont
To weigh the words I speak to such as thou.
No need to taint thine honor with a lie.
Why, Ethais, the truth is black enough;
I know thee as a brawling tavern bully,
A hollow friend—a cruel unsparing foe—
A reckless perjurer—a reprobate—
The curse of woman and the scourge of man! (Shaking him off.)
Is not the truth enough, that I should grudge
The one brute-virtue of thy satyr-soul—
The instinct courage of a hungry dog!
Eth. (with suppressed fury).
I’ll place these charges to the long account
That I’ve to settle when we go below!
(To Dar.) Didst thou not tell me he had said these things?
[Pg 66]
Phy.And by what warrant, pray?
Dar. It was an artifice to gain thy love. (To Ethais.)
Has man monopoly of lover’s lies?
Forgive me, Phyllon—
Phy.Bah? Release my hand,
Thou shameless woman—I have done with thee.
[Exit Phyl.
Dar. Oh! Ethais, be not enraged with me—
Think of my love—
Eth.The devil take thy love—
I’ll none of it! Begone! See, hither comes
The woman that thy bitter lie hath wronged.
Hast thou the heart to stand before her?
Enter Selene from bower.
Sel. Thou here? and with Darine!
Eth.Stay, hear me out!
It’s true I’ve trifled with thy love, but then
Thy love is not as mortal woman’s love.
I did not know that it would move thee thus?
Sel. Thou didst not know!
Art thou so dull that thou canst understand
No pain that is not wreaked upon thy frame?
Hast thou no knowledge of the form of woe
That comes of cheated hopes and trampled hearts?
To find thy love a lie, thy kiss a jest,
The bywords of thy love a mockery?
[Pg 67]
Oh, there are words
For other agonies, but none for this!
Eth. Nay, hear me! I have wronged thee bitterly—
I will atone for all!
Sel.Thou shalt atone;
I’ll be the curse of thy remaining years!
Harkye, Sir Knight, I’ll yield my fairyhood
That I may go to yonder earth, and join
The whispering sisterhood of hidden hate.
The busy band who bear within their lips
The deadliest weapon of earth’s armory:
A blighting tongue—a woman’s blighting tongue!
I will so deftly wield this talisman
To twist and turn and torture good to ill,
That were it in thee to amend thy ways,
Turn anchorite, and yield to holy deeds
Of peace and prayer, goodwill and charity,
Thy holiness should seem an infamy,
Thy peace a war, thy charity a theft,
Thy calm a fury, and thy prayer a curse!
Eth. Stay thine unholy tongue—go thou to earth,
And learn that that which thou hast undergone—
All women undergo.
Sel.Am I as they?
I am immortal. Can a few brief years
Of bitter shame and bitter sorrow weigh
Against an immortality of woe?
A mortal’s love is framed to last a life.
But my love to outlive eternity,
[Pg 68]
Blind mortal, as Eternity to Time—
So is my wrong to theirs!
Enter Locrine.
Loc.Selene, see,
Through the far distant air, with rapid flight,
Our absent brothers wing their way to us;[Enter Zayda and Lutin.
These mortals must return to their own earth!
Lut. Now by my head, but this is welcome news!
Zay. (horrified). Return to earth? No, Lutin; no, not yet.
Life without Lutin! what can that be worth?
Lut. I can not tell you for I never tried.
[Enter Darine and Phyllon struggling.
Nay, seek not to detain me; I have had
Enough of fairy love—I seek my wife.
Phy. Come, Ethais; to earth, to earth again!
Dar. (releasing him). Ay, go, and take thy fellow man with thee
(Lutin and Phyllon descend.)
We want but this to crown our misery!
Ethais, about to follow him, is detained by Selene.
Sel. (suddenly) No! no! Thou shalt not go, thou shalt not go!
My hope—my shattered hope; but still, my hope!
My love—my blighted love; but still, my love!
My life—my ruined life; but still my life!
Forgive me, Ethais: thou hast withdrawn
[Pg 69]
The very core and substance of thy love.
No matter! give me but the empty husk,
And it will stay the famine of my heart.
I’ll work and toil for thee—I’ll be thy slave,
Thine humble, silent, and submissive slave;
I’ll come but at thy beck—I will not speak,
But at thy word—my Ethais! my love!
(furiously) Nay, but I’ll hold thee back! I have the strength
Of fifty women! See, thou canst not go! (with passionate triumph.)
Nay, but I’ll wrest thy love away from thee,
And fetter it in bondage to my heart.
I will be one with thee; I’ll cling to thee,
And thou shalt take me to that world of thine.
Eth. Take thee to earth? I love the earth too well
To curse it with another termagant.
We have enough of them! Release me, fool!
Man hath no appetite for proffered love!
Away from me, I go to that good world
Where women are not devils till they die!
[Throws off Selene, who falls senseless. He leaps through cloud, and descends. As Ethais disappears, the fairies, who have grouped themselves about the stage in attitudes of despair, gradually seem to wake as from a dream.]
Sel. Where am I? Zayda! Neodie! Darine!
Oh, sisters, I am waking from a dream—
[Pg 70]
A fearful dream—a dream of evil thoughts,
Of mortal passion and of mortal hate,
I thought that Ethais and Phyllon too
Had gone to mid-earth—
Zay.Nay, it was no dream,
A sad and sorrowful reality!
Yes, we have suffered much—but, Heaven be praised,
These mortal souls have gone to their own earth,
And taken with them the bad influence
That spread like an infection through our ranks.
See! we are as we were! (Embracing her.)
Sel.Darine! Darine!
My well-beloved sister—speak to me!
Dar. I dare not speak to thee—I have no words—
I am ashamed.
Sel.Oh, sister, let that shame
Sit heavily on all—for all have sinned.
Oh, let us lay this lesson to our hearts;
Let us achieve our work with humbled souls,
Free from the folly of self-righteousness.
Behold, is there so wide a gulf between
The humbled wretch who, being tempted, falls,
And that good man who rears an honored head
Because temptation hath not come to him?
Shall we, from our enforced security,
Deal mercilessly with poor mortal man,
Who struggles, single-handed, to defend
The demon-leaguered fortress of his soul?
[Pg 71]
Shall we not rather (seeing how we fell)
Give double honor to the champion, who
Throughout his mortal peril, holds his own,
E’en though
His walls be somewhat battered in the fight?
Oh let us lay this lesson to our hearts!
Enter Lutin, followed by Ethais and Phyllon,
as fairies.
Lut. Your brothers have returned.
Sel. (embracing Ethais).My Ethais!
Eth. Selene—sisters all—rejoice with us,
We bear the promise of a priceless gift,
A source of new and endless happiness! (All eager to know.)
Take every radiant blessing that adorns
Our happy land, and all will pale before
The luster of this precious privilege.
It is—that we may love as mortals love!
Sel. (eagerly). No, no—not that—no Ethais—not that!
It is a deadly snare—beware of it!
Such love is for mankind, and not for us;
It is the very essence of the earth,
A mortal emblem, bringing in its train
The direst passions of its antitype.
No, Ethais—we will not have this love;
Let us glide through our immortality
Upon the placid lake of sister-love,
Nor tempt the angry billows of a sea,
[Pg 72]
Which, though it carry us to unknown lands,
Is so beset with rocks and hidden shoals,
That we may perish ere our vessel reach
The unsafe haven of its distant shore.
No, Ethais—we will not have this love!
[Pg 73]
PYGMALION AND GALATEA:
An Original Mythological Comedy,
IN THREE ACTS.
[Pg 74]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| Pygmalion, an Athenian Sculptor, | Mr. Kendal. |
| Leucippe, a Soldier | Mr. Howe. |
| Chrysos, an Art Patron | Mr. Buckstone. |
| Agesimos, Chrysos’s Slave | Mr. Braid. |
| Mimos, Pygmalion’s Slave | Mr. Weathersby. |
| Galatea, an Animated Statue | Miss M. Robertson. |
| Cynisca, Pygmalion’s Wife | Miss Caroline Hill. |
| Daphne, Chrysos’s Wife | Mrs. Chippendale. |
| Myrine, Pygmalion’s Sister | Miss Merton. |
⁂ The action is comprised within the space of twenty-four hours.
[Pg 75]
PYGMALION AND GALATEA.
ACT I.
Scene: PYGMALION’S STUDIO.
[Several classical statues are placed about the room;
at the back a temple or cabinet containing a
statue of Galatea, before which curtains are
drawn concealing the statue from the audience.]
[Mimos, a slave, is discovered at work on a half finished
statue. To him enters Agesimos.]
Ages. (haughtily). Good day. Is this Pygmalion’s studio?
Mim.Oh, no;
I am his slave.
Ages.And has Pygmalion slaves!
A sculptor with a slave to wait on him:
A slave to fetch and carry—come and go—
And p’raps a whip to thrash him if he don’t!
What’s the world coming to?
Mim.What is your will?
[Pg 76]
Ages. This: Chrysos will receive Pygmalion
At half-past three to-day; so bid him come.
Mim. And are you Chrysos, sir?
Ages. (disconcerted).Well, no I’m not.
That is, not altogether: I’m, in fact,
His slave.
Mim. (relieved). His slave!
Ages. (very proudly).My name’s Agesimos!
Mim. And has Agesimos a master then,
To bid him fetch and carry—come and go—
And wield a whip to thrash him if he don’t?
What’s the world coming to!
Ages.Poor purblind fool!
I’d sooner tie the sandals of my lord,
Than own five hundred thousand such as you.
Whip! why Agesimos would rather far
Be whipped by Chrysos seven times a day,
Than whip you hence to the Acropolis;
What say you now?
Mim.Why, that upon one point
Agesimos and I are quite agreed.
And who is Chrysos?
Ages.Hear the slave, ye gods!
He knows not Chrysos!
Ages. He is the chiefest man in Athens, sir;
The father of the arts—a nobleman
Of princely liberality and taste,
On whom five hundred starved Pygmalions
May batten if they will.
[Pg 77]
Enter Pygmalion.
Ages. I’m Chrysos’s slave—my name’s Agesimos.
Chrysos has heard of you: he understands
That you have talent, and he condescends
To bid you call on him. But take good care
How you offend him: he can make or mar.
Pyg. Your master’s slave reflects his insolence!
Tell him from me that, though I’m poor enough,
I am an artist and a gentleman.
He should not reckon Art among his slaves:
She rules the world—so let him wait on her.
Ages. This is a sculptor!
Pyg. (furiously).And an angry one!
Begone, and take my message to your lord.
[Exit Agesimos.
Insolent Hound!
Enter Cynisca.
Cyn.Pygmalion, what’s amiss?
Pyg. Chrysos has sent his slave to render me
The customary tribute paid by wealth
To mere intelligence.
Cyn.Pygmalion!
Brooding on the chartered insolence
Of a mere slave! Dismiss the thought at once.
Come, take thy chisel; thou hast work to do
Ere thy wife-model takes her leave to-day;
In half-an-hour I must be on the road
[Pg 78]
To Athens. Half-an-hour remains to thee—
Come—make the most of it—I’ll pose myself;
Say—will that do?
Pyg.I can not work to-day.
My hand’s uncertain—I must rest awhile.
Cyn. Then rest and gaze upon thy masterpiece,
’Twill reconcile thee to thyself—Behold!
(Draws curtain and discovers statue of Galatea.)
Pyg. Yes—for in gazing on my handiwork,
I gaze on heaven’s handiwork—thyself!
Cyn. And yet, although it be thy masterpiece,
It has the fault thy patrons find with all
Thy many statues.
Pyg.What then do they say?
Cyn. They say Pygmalion’s statues have one head—
That head, Cynisca’s.
Pyg.So then it’s a fault
To reproduce an hundred thousand fold,
For the advantage of mankind at large,
The happiness the gods have given me!
Well, when I find a fairer head than thine
I’ll give my patrons some variety.
Cyn. I would not have thee find another head
That seemed as fair to thee for all the world!
We’ll have no stranger models if you please,
I’ll be your model, sir, as heretofore,
So reproduce me at your will; and yet
It were sheer vanity in me to think
That this fair stone recalls Cynisca’s face!
[Pg 79]
Pyg. Cynisca’s face in every line!
Cyn.No, no!
Those outlines softened, angles smoothed away,
The eyebrows arched, the head more truly poised,
The forehead ten years smoother than mine own,
Tell rather of Cynisca as she was
When, in the silent groves of Artemis,
Pygmalion told his love ten years ago:
And then the placid brow, the sweet sad lips,
The gentle head down-bent resignedly,
Proclaim that this is not Pygmalion’s wife,
Who laughs and frowns, but knows no meed between.
I am no longer as that statue is! (Closes curtains.)
Pyg. Why here’s ingratitude, to slander Time,
Who in his hurried course has passed thee by!
Or is it that Cynisca won’t allow
That Time could pass her by, and never pause
To print a kiss upon so fair a face?
Enter Myrine.
Myr. Pygmalion; I have news.
Myr. (bashfully). Send Mimos hence.
Pyg. (signs to Mimos).Now we are quite alone.
Myr. (to Pyg.)He was thy schoolfellow,
And thou and he are brothers save in blood;
He loves my brother as a brother.
Pyg.Yes,
[Pg 80]
I’m sure of that; but is that all thy news?
There’s more to come!
Myr. (bashfully).He loves thy sister too.
Pyg. Why this is news, Myrine—kiss me girl.
I’m more than happy at thy happiness,
There is no better fellow in the world!
Cyn. But tell us all about it, dear. How came
The awkward, bashful, burly warrior,
To nerve himself to this confession?
Leucippe appears at door.
Myr.Why—
He’s here—and he shall tell thee how it was.
Leuc. In truth I hardly know! I’m new at it;
I’m but a soldier. Could I fight my way
Into a maiden’s heart, why well and good;
I’d get there, somehow. But to talk and sigh,
And whisper pretty things—I can’t do that!
I tried it, but I stammered, blushed, and failed.
Myrine laughed at me—but, bless her heart,
She knew my meaning, and she pulled me through!
Myr. I don’t know how, Pygmalion, but I did.
He stammered, as he tells you, and I laughed;
And then I felt so sorry, when I saw
The great, big, brave Leucippe look so like
A beaten schoolboy—that I think I cried.
And then—I quite forget what happened next,
Till, by some means, we, who had always been
So cold and formal, distant and polite,
Found ourselves—
Leuc.Each upon the other’s neck!
[Pg 81]
You are not angry? (offering his hand).
Pyg. (taking it).Angry? overjoyed!
I wish I had been there, unseen, to see;
No sight could give me greater happiness!
Leuc. What! say you so? Why then, Myrine, girl,
We’ll reproduce it for his benefit. (They embrace.)
See here, Pygmalion, here’s a group for thee!
Come, fetch thy clay, and set to work on it,
I’ll promise thee thy models will not tire!
Cyn. How now, Leucippe, where’s the schoolboy blush
That used to coat thy face at sight of her?
Leuc. The coating was but thin, we’ve rubbed it off! (Kisses Myrine.)
Pyg. Take care of him, Myrine; thou hast not
The safeguard that protects her. (Indicating Cynisca.)
Cyn. It’s a strange story. Many years ago
I was a holy nymph of Artemis,
Pledged to eternal maidenhood!
Cyn.It seemed not so to me;
For weeks and weeks I pondered steadfastly
Upon the nature of that serious step
Before I took it—lay awake at night,
Looking upon it from this point and that,
And I at length determined that the vow,
Which to Myrine seems so terrible,
[Pg 82]
Was one that I, at all events, could keep.
Myr. How old wast thou, Cynisca?
Cyn.I was ten!
Well—in due course, I reached eleven, still
I saw no reason to regret the step;
Twelve—thirteen—fourteen saw me still unchanged;
At fifteen, it occurred to me one day
That marriage was a necessary ill,
Inflicted by the gods to punish us,
And to evade it were impiety;
At sixteen the idea became more fixed;
At seventeen I was convinced of it!
Pyg. In the mean time she’d seen Pygmalion.
Myr. And you confided all your doubts to him?
Cyn. I did, and he indorsed them—so we laid
The case before my mistress Artemis;
No need to tell the arguments we used,
Suffice it that they brought about our end.
And Artemis, her icy steadfastness
Thawed by the ardor of Cynisca’s prayers,
Replied, “Go, girl, and wed Pygmalion;
“But mark my words, whichever one of you,
“Or he or she, shall falsify the vow
“Of perfect conjugal fidelity—
“The wronged one, he or she, shall have the power
“To call down blindness on the backslider,
“And sightless shall the truant mate remain
“Until expressly pardoned by the other.”
Leuc. It’s fortunate such powers as thine are not
[Pg 83]
In universal use; for if they were,
One-half the husbands and one-half the wives
Would be as blind as night; the other half,
Having their eyes, would use them—on each other!
Mimos enters, and gives Pygmalion a scroll, which he reads.
Myr. But then, the power of calling down this doom
Remains with thee. Thou wouldst not burden him
With such a curse as utter sightlessness,
However grievously he might offend?
Cyn. I love Pygmalion for his faithfulness;
The act that robs him of that quality
Will rob him of the love that springs from it.
Myr. But sightlessness—it is so terrible!
Cyn. And faithlessness—it is so terrible!
I take my temper from Pygmalion;
While he is god-like—he’s a god to me,
And should he turn to devil, I’ll turn with him;
I know no half-moods, I am love or hate!
Myr. (to Leuc.) What do you say to that?
Leuc.Why, on the whole
I’m glad you’re not a nymph of Artemis!
[Exeunt Myrine and Leucippe.
Pyg. I’ve brought him to his senses. Presently
My patron Chrysos will be here to earn
Some thousand drachmas.
Cyn.How, my love, to earn?
He is a man of unexampled wealth,
And follows no profession.
[Pg 84]
Pyg.Yes, he does;
He is a patron of the Arts, and makes
A handsome income by his patronage.
Pyg.He is an ignorant buffoon,
But purses hold a higher rank than brains,
And he is rich; wherever Chrysos buys,
The world of smaller fools comes following,
And men are glad to sell their work to him
At half its proper price, that they may say,
“Chrysos has purchased handiwork of ours.”
He is a fashion, and he knows it well
In buying sculpture; he appraises it
As he’d appraise a master-mason’s work—
So much for marble, and so much for time,
So much for working tools—but still he buys,
And so he is a patron of the Arts!
Cyn. To think that heaven-born Art should be the slave
Of such as he!
Pyg.Well, wealth is heaven-born too.
I work for wealth.
Cyn.Thou workest, love, for fame.
Pyg. And fame brings wealth. The thought’s contemptible,
But I can do no more than work for wealth.
Cyn. Such words from one whose noble work it is
To call the senseless marble into life!
Pyg. Life! Dost thou call that life? (Indicating statue of Galatea.)
[Pg 85]
Pyg. (bitterly). It all but breathes—therefore it talks aloud!
It all but moves—therefore it walks and runs!
It all but lives, and therefore it is life!
No, no, my love, the thing is cold, dull stone,
Shaped to a certain form, but still dull stone,
The lifeless, senseless mockery of life.
The gods make life: I can make only death!
Why, my Cynisca, though I stand so well,
The merest cut-throat, when he plies his trade,
Makes better death than I, with all my skill!
Cyn. Hush, my Pygmalion! the gods are good,
And they have made thee nearer unto them
Than other men; this is ingratitude!
Pyg. Not so; has not a monarch’s second son
More cause for anger that he lacks a throne
Than he whose lot is cast in slavery?
Cyn. Not much more cause, perhaps, but more excuse.
Now I must go.
Pyg.So soon, and for so long!
Cyn. One day, ’twill quickly pass away!
Pyg.With those
Who measure time by almanacs, no doubt,
But not with him who knows no days save those
Born of the sunlight of Cynisca’s eyes;
It will be night with me till she returns.
Cyn. Then sleep it through, Pygmalion! But stay,
Thou shalt not pass the weary hours alone;
[Pg 86]
Now mark thou this—while I’m away from thee,
There stands my only representative. (Indicating Galatea.)
She is my proxy, and I charge you, sir,
Be faithful unto her as unto me;
Into her quietly attentive ear
Pour all thy treasures of hyperbole,
And give thy nimble tongue full license, lest
Disuse should rust its glib machinery;
If thoughts of love should haply crowd on thee,
There stands my other self; tell them to her;
She’ll listen well. (He makes a movement of impatience.)
Nay, that’s ungenerous,
For she is I, yet lovelier than I,
And hath no temper, sir, and hath no tongue!
Thou hast thy license, make good use of it.
Already I’m half jealous—(draws curtains) There, it’s gone.
The thing is but a statue after all,
And I am safe in leaving thee with her;
Farewell, Pygmalion, till I return. (Kisses him, and exit.)
Pyg. “The thing is but a statue after all!”
Cynisca little thought that in those words
She touched the key-note of my discontent—
True, I have powers denied to other men;
Give me a block of senseless marble—Well,
I’m a magician, and it rests with me
To say what kernel lies within its shell;
[Pg 87]
It shall contain a man, a woman—child—
A dozen men and women if I will.
So far the gods and I run neck and neck;
Nay, so far I can beat them at their trade!
I am no bungler—all the men I make
Are straight-limbed fellows, each magnificent
In the perfection of his manly grace:
I make no crook-backs—all my men are gods,
My women goddesses—in outward form.
But there’s my tether! I can go so far,
And go no farther! At that point I stop,
To curse the bonds that hold me sternly back:
To curse the arrogance of those proud gods,
Who say, “Thou shalt be greatest among men,
“And yet infinitesimally small!”
[Pyg. tears away curtain and discovers Galatea alive.]
Pyg.It speaks!
I have my prayer! my Galatea breathes!
Gal. Where am I? Let me speak, Pygmalion;
Give me thy hand—both hands—how soft and warm!
Whence came I? (Descends.)
Pyg.Why, from yonder pedestal!
Gal. That pedestal? Ah, yes, I recollect,
[Pg 88]
There was a time when it was part of me.
Pyg. That time has passed for ever, thou art now
A living, breathing woman, excellent
In every attribute of womankind.
Pyg.Why, born into the world
By miracle!
Pyg.This room is portion of a house;
The house stands in a grove; the grove itself
Is one of many, many hundred groves
In Athens.
Gal.And is Athens then the world?
Pyg. By birth and parentage, not by descent.
Gal. But how came I to be?
Pyg.Well—let me see.
Oh—you were quarried in Pentelicus;
I modeled you in clay—my artisans
Then roughed you out in marble—I, in turn,
Brought my artistic skill to bear on you,
And made you what you are—in all but life—
The gods completed what I had begun,
And gave the only gift I could not give!
Gal.And not long since
[Pg 89]
I was a cold, dull stone? I recollect
That by some means I knew that I was stone:
That was the first dull gleam of consciousness;
I became conscious of a chilly self,
A cold immovable identity,
I knew that I was stone, and knew no more!
Then, by an imperceptible advance,
Came the dim evidence of outer things,
Seen—darkly and imperfectly—yet seen—
The walls surrounding me, and I, alone.
That pedestal—that curtain—then a voice
That called on Galatea! At that word,
Which seemed to shake my marble to the core,
That which was dim before, came evident.
Sounds, that had hummed around me, indistinct,
Vague, meaningless—seemed to resolve themselves
Into a language I could understand;
I felt my frame pervaded by a glow
That seemed to thaw my marble into flesh;
Its cold hard substance throbbed with active life,
My limbs grew supple, and I moved—I lived!
Lived in the ecstasy of new-born life!
Lived in the love of him that fashioned me!
Lived in a thousand tangled thoughts of hope,
Love, gratitude—thoughts that resolved themselves
Into one word, that word, Pygmalion! (Kneels to him.)
Pyg. I have no words to tell thee of my joy,
O woman—perfect in thy loveliness!
Gal. What is that word? Am I a woman?
[Pg 90]
Pyg.A being strongly framed,
To wait on woman, and protect her from
All ills that strength and courage can avert;
To work and toil for her, that she may rest;
To weep and mourn for her, that she may laugh;
To fight and die for her, that she may live!
Gal. (after a pause). I’m glad I am a woman.
Gal. That I escape the pains thou hast to bear?
Pyg. That I may undergo those pains for thee.
Gal. With whom then wouldst thou fight?
Pyg.With any man
Whose deed or word gave Galatea pain.
Gal. Then there are other men in this strange world?
Pyg. (taken aback).Yes.
Though for the moment I’d forgotten it!
Yes, other women.
Gal.And for all of these
Men work, and toil, and mourn, and weep, and fight?
Pyg. It is man’s duty, if he’s called upon,
To fight for all—he works for those he loves.
Gal. Then by thy work I know thou lovest me.
Pyg. Indeed, I love thee! (Embraces her.)
[Pg 91]
Gal.With what kind of love?
Pyg. I love thee (recollecting himself and releasing her)
as a sculptor loves his work!
(aside.) There is a diplomacy in that reply.
Gal. My love is different in kind to thine:
I am no sculptor, and I’ve done no work,
Yet I do love thee: say—what love is mine?
Pyg. Tell me its symptoms, then I’ll answer thee.
Gal. Its symptoms? Let me call them as they come.
A sense that I am made by thee for thee;
That I’ve no will that is not wholly thine;
That I’ve no thought, no hope, no enterprise
That does not own thee as its sovereign;
That I have life, that I may live for thee,
That I am thine—that thou and I are one!
What kind of love is that?
Pyg.A kind of love
That I shall run some risk in dealing with!
Pyg.Such love as thine
A man may not receive, except indeed
From one who is, or is to be, his wife.
Gal. Then I will be thy wife!
Pyg.That may not be;
I have a wife—the gods allow but one.
Gal. Why did the gods then send me here to thee?
Pyg. I can not say—unless to punish me
For unreflecting and presumptuous prayer!
[Pg 92]
I prayed that thou shouldst live—I have my prayer,
And now I see the fearful consequence
That must attend it!
Pyg.. Who could look on that face and stifle love?
Gal. Then I am beautiful?
Gal. I wish that I could look upon myself,
But that’s impossible.
Pyg.Not so indeed.
This mirror will reflect thy face. Behold! (Hands her a mirror.)
Gal. How beautiful! I’m very glad to know
That both our tastes agree so perfectly;
Why, my Pygmalion, I did not think
That aught could be more beautiful than thou,
Till I beheld myself. Believe me, love,
I could look in this mirror all day long.
So I’m a woman!
Pyg.There’s no doubt of that!
Gal. Oh happy maid, to be so passing fair!
And happier still Pygmalion, who can gaze,
At will, upon so beautiful a face!
Pyg. Hush! Galatea—in thine innocence
Thou sayest things that others would reprove.
Gal. Indeed, Pygmalion; then it is wrong
To think that one is exquisitely fair?
Pyg. Well, Galatea, it’s a sentiment
That every other woman shares with thee;
They think it—but they keep it to themselves.
[Pg 93]
Gal. And is thy wife as beautiful as I?
Pyg. No, Galatea, for in forming thee
I took her features—lovely in themselves—
And in the marble made them lovelier still.
Gal. (disappointed). Oh! then I’m not original?
Pyg.Well—no—
That is—thou hast indeed a prototype.
But though in stone thou didst resemble her,
In life the difference is manifest.
Gal. I’m very glad I’m lovelier than she.
And am I better?
Gal. Then she has faults?
Pyg.But very few indeed;
Mere trivial blemishes, that serve to show
That she and I are of one common kin.
I love her all the better for such faults!
Gal. (after a pause). Tell me some faults and I’ll commit them now.
Pyg. There is no hurry; they will come in time:
Though for that matter, it’s a grievous sin
To sit as lovingly as we sit now.
Gal. Is sin so pleasant? If to sit and talk
As we are sitting, be indeed a sin,
Why I could sin all day! But tell me, love,
Is this great fault that I’m committing now,
The kind of fault that only serves to show
That thou and I are of one common kin?
Pyg. Indeed, I’m very much afraid it is.
Gal. And dost thou love me better for such fault?
[Pg 94]
Pyg. Where is the mortal that could answer “no”?
Gal. Why then I’m satisfied, Pygmalion;
Thy wife and I can start on equal terms.
She loves thee?
Gal.I’m glad of that.
I like thy wife.
Gal.Our tastes agree.
We love Pygmalion well, and what is more,
Pygmalion loves us both. I like thy wife;
I’m sure we shall agree.
Pyg. (aside).I doubt it much!
Pyg.No, she is not within.
Gal. But she’ll come back?
Pyg.Oh, yes, she will come back.
Gal. How pleased she’ll be to know, when she returns,
That there was some one here to fill her place!
Pyg. (dryly). Yes, I should say she’d be extremely pleased.
Gal. Why, there is something in thy voice which says
That thou art jesting! Is it possible
To say one thing and mean another?
Pyg.Yes,
It’s sometimes done.
Gal.How very wonderful;
So clever!
[Pg 95]
Gal.Yes.
Teach me the art.
Pyg.The art will come in time.
My wife will not be pleased; there—that’s the truth.
Gal. I do not think that I shall like thy wife.
Tell me more of her.
Gal.What did she say
When last she left thee?
Pyg.Humph! Well, let me see:
Oh! true, she gave thee to me as my wife,—
Her solitary representative;
She feared I should be lonely till she came,
And counseled me, if thoughts of love should come,
To speak those thoughts to thee, as I am wont
To speak to her.
Pyg.But when she spoke,
Thou wast a stone, now thou art flesh and blood,
Which makes a difference!
Gal.It’s a strange world!
A woman loves her husband very much,
And can not brook that I should love him too;
She fears he will be lonely till she comes,
And will not let me cheer his loneliness;
She bids him breathe his love to senseless stone,
And when that stone is brought to life—be dumb!
It’s a strange world—I can not fathom it!
Pyg. (aside). Let me be brave, and put an end to this.
[Pg 96]
(aloud). Come, Galatea—till my wife returns,
My sister shall provide thee with a home;
Her house is close at hand.
Gal. (astonished and alarmed).Send me not hence,
Pygmalion—let me stay;
Pyg.It may not be.
Come, Galatea, we shall meet again.
Gal. (resignedly). Do with me as thou wilt, Pygmalion!
But we shall meet again?—and very soon?
Gal.And when thy wife returns,
She’ll let me stay with thee?
Pyg.I do not know.
(aside) Why should I hide the truth from her (aloud) alas!
I may not see thee then.
Gal.Pygmalion!
What fearful words are these?
Pyg.The bitter truth.
I may not love thee—I must send thee hence.
Gal. Recall those words, Pygmalion, my love!
Was it for this that Heaven gave me life?
Pygmalion, have mercy on me; see,
I am thy work, thou hast created me;
The gods have sent me to thee. I am thine,
Thine! only, and unalterably thine!
This is the thought with which my soul is charged.
Thou tellest me of one who claims thy love,
[Pg 97]
That thou hast love for her alone: Alas!
I do not know these things—I only know
That Heaven has sent me here to be with thee!
Thou tellest me of duty to thy wife,
Of vows that thou wilt love but her; Alas!
I do not know these things—I only know
That Heaven, who sent me here, has given me
One all-absorbing duty to discharge—
To love thee, and to make thee love again!
[During this speech Pygmalion has shown symptoms of irresolution; at its conclusion he takes her in his arms, and embraces her passionately.]
ACT II.
Scene: Same as Act I.
[Pygmalion discovered at work on an unfinished statue.]
Pyg. To-morrow my Cynisca comes to me;
Would that she had never departed hence!
It took a miracle to make me false,
And even then I was but false in thought;
A less exacting wife might be appeased
By that reflection. But Pygmalion
Must be immaculate in every thought,
Even though Heaven’s armaments be ranged
Against the fortress of his constancy!
[Pg 98]
Enter Myrine, in great excitement.
Myr.Touch me not,
Thou hast deceived me, and deceived thy wife!
Who is the woman thou didst send to me
To share my roof last night?
Pyg.Be pacified;
Judge neither of us hastily; in truth
She is pure, as innocent as thou.
Myr. Oh, miserable man—confess the truth!
Disguise not that of which she boasts aloud!
Pyg. Of what then does she boast?
Myr.To all I say
She answers with one parrot-like reply,
“I love Pygmalion”—and when incensed
I tell her that thou hast a cheated wife,
She only says, “I love Pygmalion,
I and my life are his, and his alone!”
Who is this shameless woman, sir? Confess!
Pyg. Myrine, I will tell thee all. The gods,
To punish my expressed impiety,
Have worked a miracle, and brought to life
My statue Galatea!
Myr. (incredulously). Marvelous,
If it be true!
Pyg.It’s absolutely true.
(Myrine opens the curtains and sees the pedestal empty.)
Myr. The statue’s gone! (Galatea appears at door.)
[Pg 99]
Pyg.The statue’s at the door!
Gal. At last we meet? Oh! my Pygmalion!
What strange, strange things have happened since we met.
Pyg. Why, what has happened to thee?
Gal.Fearful things!
(To Myr.) I went with thee into thine house—
Gal. And then I sat alone and wept—and wept
A long, long time for my Pygmalion.
Then by degrees, by tedious degrees,
The light—the glorious light!—the god-sent light!
I saw it sink—sink—sink—behind the world!
Then I grew cold—cold—as I used to be,
Before my loved Pygmalion gave me life.
Then came the fearful thought that, by degrees,
I was returning into stone again!
How bitterly I wept and prayed aloud
That it might not be so! “Spare me, ye gods!
Spare me,” I cried, “for my Pygmalion.
A little longer for Pygmalion!
Oh, take me not so early from my love;
Oh, let me see him once—but once again!”
But no—they heard me not, for they are good,
And had they heard, must needs have pitied me;
They had not seen thee, and they did not know
The happiness that I must leave behind.
I fell upon thy couch (To Myrine); my eyelids closed;
My senses faded from me one by one;
[Pg 100]
I knew no more until I found myself,
After a strange dark interval of time,
Once more upon my hated pedestal,
A statue—motionless—insensible;
And then I saw the glorious gods come down!
Down to this room! the air was filled with them!
They came and looked upon Pygmalion,
And, looking on him, kissed him one by one,
And said, in tones that spoke to me of life,
“We can not take her from such happiness!
Live, Galatea, for his love!” And then
The glorious light that I had lost came back—
There was Myrine’s room, there was her couch,
There was the sun in heaven; and the birds
Sang once more in the great green waving trees,
As I had heard them sing—I lived once more
To look on him I love!
Myr.’Twas but a dream!
Once every day this death occurs to us,
Till thou and I and all who dwell on earth
Shall sleep to wake no more!
Pyg. That time must come—may be not yet awhile—
Still it must come, and we shall all return
To the cold earth from which we quarried thee.
Gal. See how the promises of new-born life
Fade from the bright hope-picture, one by one!
Love for Pygmalion, a blighting sin;
His love a shame that he must hide away;
[Pg 101]
Sleep, stone-like senseless sleep, our natural state;
And life a passing vision born thereof!
How the bright promises fade one by one!
Myr. Why there are many men whom thou may’st love;
But not Pygmalion—he has a wife.
Gal. Does no one love him?
Myr.Certainly—I do.
He is my brother.
Gal.Did he give thee life?
Gal.He did not give thee life,
And yet thou lovest him! And why not I
Who owe my very being to his love?
Pyg. Well, thou may’st love me—as a father.
Myr.Yes;
He is thy father, for he gave thee life.
Gal. Well, as thou wilt; it is enough to know
That I may love thee. Wilt thou love me too?
Pyg. Yes, as a daughter; there, that’s understood.
Gal. Then I am satisfied.
Myr. (aside).Indeed I hope
Cynisca also will be satisfied!
[Exit Myrine.
Gal. (To Pyg.) Thou art not going from me?
Gal. Oh, take me with thee; leave me not alone
With these cold emblems of my former self! (Alluding to statues.)
I dare not look on them!
[Pg 102]
Pyg.Leucippe comes,
And he shall comfort thee till I return;
I’ll not be long!
Pyg.A man,
Who’s hired to kill his country’s enemies.
Gal. (horrified). A paid assassin!
Pyg. (annoyed).Well, that’s rather strong.
There spoke the thoroughly untutored mind;
So coarse a sentiment might fairly pass
With mere Arcadians—a cultured state
Holds soldiers at a higher estimate.
In Athens—which is highly civilized—
The soldier’s social rank is in itself
Almost a patent of nobility.
Gal. He kills! And he is paid to kill!
Pyg.No doubt.
But then he kills to save his countrymen.
Gal. Whether his countrymen be right or wrong?
Pyg. He don’t go into that—it’s quite enough
That there are enemies for him to kill:
He goes and kills them when his orders come.
Gal. How terrible! Why, my Pygmalion,
How many dreadful things thou teachest me!
Thou tellest me of death—that hideous doom
That all must fill; and having told me this—
Here is a man, whose business is to kill:
To filch from other men the priceless boon
[Pg 103]
That thou hast given me—the boon of life—
And thou defendest him!
Pyg.I have no time
To make these matters clear—but here he comes,
Talk to him—thou wilt find him kind and good,
Despite his terrible profession.
Gal. (in great terror).No!
I’ll not be left with him, Pygmalion. Stay!
He is a murderer!
Pyg.Ridiculous!
Why, Galatea, he will harm thee not:
He is as good as brave. I’ll not be long,
I’ll soon return. Farewell!
[Exit.
Gal.I will obey,
Since thou desirest it; but to be left
Alone with one whose mission is to kill!
Oh, it is terrible!
Enter Leucippe, with a Fawn that he has shot.
Leuc.A splendid shot,
And one that I shall never make again!
Gal. Monster! Approach me not! (Shrinking into corner.)
Leuc.Why, who is this?
Nay, I’ll not hurt thee, maiden!
Gal.Spare me, sir!
I have not done thy country any wrong!
I am no enemy!
Leuc.I’ll swear to that!
Were Athens’ enemies as fair as thou,
She’d never be at loss for warriors.
[Pg 104]
Gal. Oh miserable man, repent! repent!
Ere the stern marble claim you once again.
Leuc. I don’t quite understand—
Gal.Remember, sir,
The sculptor who designed you, little thought
That when he prayed the gods to give you life,
He turned a monster loose upon the world!
See, there is blood upon those cruel hands!
Oh touch me not!
Leuc. (aside).Poor crazy little girl!
Why—there’s no cause for fear—I’ll harm thee not—
As for the blood, this will account for it (showing Fawn).
Leuc. No, for I wounded her.
Leuc. Poor little thing! ’Twas almost accident;
I lay upon my back beneath a tree,
Whistling the lazy hours away—when lo!
I saw her bounding through a distant glade;
My bow was handy; in sheer wantonness
I aimed an arrow at her, and let fly,
Believing that at near a hundred yards
So small a being would be safe enough,
But, strange to tell, I hit her. Here she is;
She moves—poor little lady! Ah, she’s dead!
Gal. Oh, horrible! oh, miserable man!
[Pg 105]
What have you done?—(Takes Fawn into her arms)—
Why, you have murdered her!
Poor little thing! I know not what thou art;
Thy form is strange to me; but thou hadst life,
And he has robbed thee of it! (Gives it back to Leuc.)
Get you hence!
Ere vengeance overtake you!
Leuc.Well, in truth,
I have some apprehension on that score.
It was Myrine’s—though I knew it not!
’Twould pain her much to know that it is dead;
So keep the matter carefully from her
Until I can replace it.
[Exit Leucippe with Fawn.
Gal.Get you hence;
I have no compact with a murderer!
Enter Myrine.
Myr. Why, Galatea, what has frightened thee?
Gal. Myrine, I have that to say to thee
That thou must nerve thyself to hear. That man—
The man thou lovest—is a murderer!
Myr. Poor little maid! Pygmalion, ere he left,
Told me that by that name thou didst describe
The bravest soldier that our country owns!
He’s no assassin, he’s a warrior.
Gal. Then what is an assassin?
Myr.One who wars
Only with weak, defenseless creatures. One
Whose calling is to murder unawares.
[Pg 106]
My brave Leucippe is no murderer.
Gal. Thy brave Leucippe is no longer brave,
He is a mere assassin by thy showing.
I saw him with his victim in his arms,
His wicked hands dyed crimson with her blood!
There she lay, cold and stark—her gentle eyes
Glazed with the film of death. She moved but once,
She turned her head to him and tried to speak,
But ere she could articulate a word
Her head fell helplessly, and she was dead!
Myr. Why, you are raving, girl! Who told you this?
Gal. He owned it; and he gloried in the deed.
He told me how, in arrant wantonness,
He drew his bow, and smote her to the heart!
Myr. Leucippe did all this! Impossible!
You must be dreaming!
Gal.On my life, it’s true.
See, here’s a handkerchief which still is stained
With her life-blood—I stanched it with my hand.
Gal.Nay—I can not tell.
Her form was strange to me—but here he comes;
Oh, hide me from that wicked murderer!
Enter Leucippe.
Myr. Leucippe, can this dreadful tale be true?
Leuc. (to Gal., aside).
Thou should have kept my secret. See, poor girl,
How it distresses her. (To Myr.) It’s true enough,
[Pg 107]
But Galatea should have kept it close,
I knew that it would pain thee grievously.
Myr. Some devil must have turned Leucippe’s brain!
You did all this?
Leuc.Undoubtedly I did.
I saw my victim dancing happily
Across my field of view—I took my bow,
And, at the distance of a hundred yards,
I sent an arrow right into her heart.
There are few soldiers who could do as much.
Myr. Indeed, I hope that there are very few.
Oh, miserable man!
Leuc.That’s rather hard.
Congratulate me rather on my aim,
Of which I have some reason now to boast;
As for my victim—why, one more or less,
What does it matter? There are plenty left!
And then reflect—indeed, I never thought
That I should hit her at so long a range;
My aim was truer than I thought it was,
And the poor little lady’s dead!
Myr.Alas!
This is the calmness of insanity.
What shall we do? Go, hide yourself away—
Myr.Not a word—I will not hear thy voice,
I will not look upon thy face again;
Begone!
Gal.Go, sir, or I’ll alarm the house!
[Pg 108]
Leuc. Well, this is sensibility, indeed!
Well, they are women—women judge these things
By some disjointed logic of their own,
That is not given to man to understand.
I’m off to Athens—when your reason comes
Send for me, if you will. Till then, farewell.
[Exit angrily.
Myr. Oh, this must be a dream, and I shall wake
To happiness once more!
Gal.A dream! no doubt!
We both are dreaming, and we dream the same!
But by what sign, Myrine, can we tell
Whether we dream or wake?
Myr.There are some things
Too terrible for truth, and this is one.
Enter Pygmalion, with Fawn.
Pyg. Why, what’s the matter with Leucippe, girl?
I saw him leave the house and mount his horse
With every show of anger.
Myr.He is mad,
And he hath done a deed I dare not name.
Did he say aught to thee before he left?
Pyg. Yes; when I asked him what had angered him
He threw me this (showing Fawn).
Gal. (in extreme of horror)—His victim! take it hence!
I can not look at it!
Gal. The being he destroyed in wantonness;
[Pg 109]
He robbed it of the life the gods had given.
Oh! take it hence, I dare not look on death!
Myr. Why, was this all he killed?
Gal. (astonished).All!!! And enough!
Myr. Why, girl—thou must be mad! Pygmalion—
She told me he had murdered somebody,
But knew not whom!
Pyg.The girl will drive us mad!
Bid them prepare my horse—I’ll bring him back.
[Exit Myrine.
Gal. Have I done wrong? Indeed, I did not know:
Thou art not angry with me?
Pyg.Yes, I am;
I’m more than angry with thee—not content
With publishing thine unmasked love for me,
Thou hast estranged Leucippe from his love
Through thine unwarrantable foolishness.
Enter Mimos.
Mim. Sir, Chrysos and his lady are without.
Pyg. I can not see them now. Stay—show them in.
[Exit Mimos.
(To Gal.) Go, wait in there. I’ll join thee very soon.
[Exit Galatea.
Enter Daphne.
Daph. Where is Pygmalion?
[Pg 110]
Daph. We called upon you many months ago,
But you were not at home—so being here,
We looked around us and we saw the stone
You keep so carefully behind that veil.
Pyg. That was a most outrageous liberty.
Daph. Sir! Do you know me?
Pyg.You are Chrysos’ wife.
Has Chrysos come with you?
Daph.He waits without.
I am his herald to prepare you for
The honor he confers. Be civil, sir,
And he may buy that statue; if he does
Your fortune’s made!
Pyg. (to Mimos).You’d better send him in.
[Exit Mimos.
Enter Chrysos.
Chry. Well—is the young man’s mind prepared?
Daph.It is;
He seems quite calm. Give money for the stone,
I’ve heard that it is far beyond all price,
But run it down; abuse it ere you buy.
Chry. (to Pyg.) Where is the statue that I saw last year?
Pyg. Sir—it’s unfinished—it’s a clumsy thing.
I am ashamed of it.
Chry.It isn’t good.
There’s want of tone; it’s much too hard and thin;
Then the half distances are very crude—
[Pg 111]
Oh—very crude indeed—then it lacks air,
And wind and motion, massive light and shade;
It’s very roughly scumbled; on my soul
The scumbling’s damnable!
Daph. (aside to him).Bethink yourself!
That’s said of painting—this is sculpture!
Chry.Eh?
It’s the same thing, the principle’s the same;
Now for its price. Let’s see—what will it weigh?
Daph. A ton, or thereabouts.
Chry.Suppose we say
A thousand drachmas?
Pyg.No, no, no, my lord!
The work is very crude and thin, and then
Remember, sir, the scumbling—
Chry.Damnable!
But never mind, although the thing is poor,
’Twill serve to hold a candle in my hall.
Pyg. Excuse me, sir; poor though that statue be,
I value it beyond all price.
Chry.Pooh, pooh!
I give a thousand drachmas for a stone
Which in the rough would not fetch half that sum!
Daph. Why bless my soul, young man, are you aware
We gave but fifteen hundred not long since
For an Apollo twice as big as that?
Pyg. But pardon me, a sculptor does not test
The beauty of a figure by its bulk.
Chry. Ah! then she does.
[Pg 112]
Daph.Young man, you’d best take care,
You are offending Chrysos!
[Exit.
Chry.And his wife. (going.)
Pyg. I can not stay to enter into that
Sir, once for all, the statue’s not for sale.
[Exit.
Chry. Sir, once for all, I will not be denied;
Confound it—if a patron of the arts
Is thus to be dictated to by art,
What comes of that art patron’s patronage?
He must be taught a lesson—where’s the stone?
(Goes to pedestal and opens curtains.)
It’s gone! (Enter Galatea, he stares at her in astonishment.)
Hallo! What’s this?
Chry. Oh, no—I fancied just at first—pooh, pooh!
Ridiculous. (Aside). And yet it’s very like!
(Aloud). I know your face, haven’t I seen you in—
In—in (puzzling himself).
Gal.In marble? Very probably.
Chry. Oh, now I understand. Why this must be
Pygmalion’s model! Yes, of course it is.
A very bold-faced woman, I’ll be bound.
These models always are. I’ll speak with her.
Come hither, maiden.
Gal. (who has been examining him in great wonder).
Tell, me, what are you?
Gal.Yes, I mean, are you a man?
Chry. Well, yes; I’m told so.
[Pg 113]
Gal.Then believe them not,
They’ve been deceiving you.
Chry.The deuce they have!
Gal. A man is very tall, and straight, and strong,
With big brave eyes, fair face, and tender voice.
I’ve seen one.
Chry. Does the young person take me for a woman?
Gal. A woman? No; a woman’s soft and weak,
And fair, and exquisitely beautiful.
I am a woman; you are not like me.
Chry. The gods forbid that I should be like you,
And farm my features at so much an hour!
Gal. And yet I like you, for you make me laugh;
You are so round and red, your eyes so small,
Your mouth so large, your face so seared with lines,
And then you are so little and so fat!
Chry. (aside). This is a most extraordinary girl.
Gal. Oh, stay—I understand—Pygmalion’s skill
Is the result of long experience.
The individual who modeled you
Was a beginner very probably?
Chry. (puzzled). No. I have seven elder brothers. Strange
That one so young should be so very bold.
Gal. This is not boldness, it is innocence;
Pygmalion says so, and he ought to know.
Chry. No doubt, but I was not born yesterday. (Sits.)
[Pg 114]
Gal. Indeed!—I was. (He beckons her to sit beside him.)
How awkwardly you sit.
Chry. I’m not aware that there is any thing
Extraordinary in my sitting down.
The nature of the seated attitude
Does not leave scope for much variety.
Gal. I never saw Pygmalion sit like that.
Chry. Don’t he sit down like other men?
Gal.Of course!
He always puts his arm around my waist.
Chry. The deuce he does! Artistic reprobate!
Gal. But you do not. Perhaps you don’t know how?
Chry. Oh yes; I do know how!
Chry. It’s a strange whim, but I will humor her.
You’re sure it’s innocence? (Does so.)
Gal.Of course it is.
I tell you I was born but yesterday.
Chry. Who is your mother?
Gal.Mother! what is that?
I never had one. I’m Pygmalion’s child;
Have people usually mothers?
Chry.Well,
That is the rule.
Gal. But then Pygmalion
Is cleverer than most men.
Chry.Yes, I’ve heard
That he has powers denied to other men,
[Pg 115]
And I’m beginning to believe it!
Enter Daphne.
Daph.Why
What’s this? (Chrysos quickly moves away from Gal.)
Daph.Can I believe my eyes? (Gal. rises.)
Daph.Who’s this woman? Why, how very like—
Daph.That statue that we wished to buy.
The self-same face, the self-same drapery,
In every detail it’s identical.
Why, one would almost think Pygmalion,
By some strange means, had brought the thing to life,
So marvelous her likeness to that stone!
Chry. (aside.) A very good idea, and one that I
May well improve upon. It’s rather rash,
But desperate ills need desperate remedies.
Now for a good one. Daphne, calm yourself.
You know the statue that we spoke of? Well,
The gods have worked a miracle on it,
And it has come to life. Behold it here!
Daph. Bah! Do you think me mad?
Gal.His tale is true.
I was a cold unfeeling block of stone,
Inanimate—insensible—until
Pygmalion, by the ardor of his prayers,
[Pg 116]
Kindled the spark of life within my frame,
And made me what I am!
Chry. (aside to Gal.)That’s very good;
Go on and keep it up.
Daph.You brazen girl,
I am his wife!
Gal.His wife? (To Chrysos.) Then get you hence.
I may not love you when your wife is here.
Daph. Why, what unknown audacity is this?
Chry. It’s the audacity of innocence:
Don’t judge her by the rules that govern you,
She was born yesterday, and you were not!
Enter Mimos.
Mim. My lord, Pygmalion’s here.
Chry. (aside).He’ll ruin all.
Daph. (to Mimos). Who is this woman?
Chry.Why, I’ve told you, she—
Daph. Stop, not a word! I’ll have it from his lips!
Gal. Why ask him when I tell you—?
(To Mimos.) Who is this woman? If you tell a lie
I’ll have you whipped.
Mim.Oh, I shall tell no lie!
That is a statue that has come to life.
Chry. (Aside to Mimos).
I’m very much obliged to you! (Gives him money.)
[Pg 117]
Enter Myrine.
Myr.What’s this?
Is any thing the matter?
Daph.Certainly.
This woman—
Myr.Is a statue come to life.
Chry. I’m very much obliged to you!
Enter Pygmalion.
Chry.Let me explain.
The statue that I purchased—
Daph.Let me speak.
Chrysos—this girl, Myrine, and your slave,
Have all agreed to tell me she is—
Pyg. The statue, Galatea, come to life?
Undoubtedly she is!
Chry.It seems to me,
I’m very much obliged to every one!
Enter Cynisca.
Cyn. And even earlier than hoped to be.
(Aside). Why, who are these? (Aloud.) I beg your pardon, sir,
I thought my husband was alone.
[Pg 118]
Daph. (maliciously).No doubt.
I also thought my husband was alone:
We wives are too confiding.
Cyn. (aside to Pygmalion). Who are these?
Pyg. Why, this is Chrysos, this is Daphne. They
Have come—
Daph.On very different errands, sir.
Chrysos has come to see this brazen girl:
I have come after Chrysos—
Chry.As you keep
So strictly to the sequence of events
Add this—Pygmalion came after you!
Cyn. Who is this lady (alluding to Galatea)? Why, impossible!
Cyn. (turning to pedestal).And yet the statue’s gone!
Pyg. Cynisca, miracles have taken place;
The gods have given Galatea life!
Cyn. Oh, marvelous! Is this indeed the form
That my Pygmalion fashioned with his hands?
Cyn.Why, let me look at her!
Yes, it’s the same fair face—the same fair form;
Clad in the same fair folds of drapery!
Gal. And dost thou know me then?
Cyn. Hear her! she speaks!
Our Galatea speaks aloud! Know thee?
Why I have sat for hours, and watched thee grow;
Sat—motionless as thou—wrapped in his work,
[Pg 119]
Save only that in very ecstasy
I hurried ever and anon to kiss
The glorious hands that made thee all thou art!
Come—let me kiss thee with a sister’s love (kisses her).
See, she can kiss!
Daph.Yes, I’ll be bound she can!
Cyn. Why, my Pygmalion, where is the joy
That ought to animate that face of thine,
Now that the gods have crowned thy wondrous skill?
Chry. (aside to Pyg.)
Stick to our story; bold-faced though she be,
She’s very young, and may perhaps repent;
It’s terrible to have to tell a lie,
But if it must be told—why, tell it well!
Cyn. I see it all. I have returned too soon.
Daph. No, I’m afraid you have returned too late!
Cynisca, never leave that man again,
Or leave him altogether!
Cyn. (astonished).Why, what’s this?
Gal. Oh, madam, bear with him, and blame him not;
Judge him not hastily; in every word,
In every thought he has obeyed thy wish.
Thou badst him speak to me as unto thee;
And he and I have sat as lovingly
As if thou hadst been present to behold
How faithfully thy wishes were obeyed!
Cyn. Pygmalion! What is this?
Pyg. (to Gal.)Go, get thee hence;
[Pg 120]
Thou shouldst not see the fearful consequence
That must attend those heedless words of thine!
Gal. Judge him not hastily, he’s not like this
When he and I are sitting here alone.
He has two voices, and two faces, madam,
One for the world, and one for him and me!
Cyn. Thy wife against thine eyes! those are the stakes!
Well, thou hast played thy game, and thou hast lost!
Pyg. Cynisca, hear me! In a cursed hour
I prayed for power to give that statue life.
My impious prayer aroused the outraged gods,
They are my judges, leave me in their hands;
I have been false to them, but not to thee!
Spare me!
Cyn.Oh, pitiful adventurer!
He dares to lose, but does not dare to pay!
Come, be a man! See, I am brave enough,
And I have more to bear than thou! Behold!
I am alone, thou hast thy statue bride!
Oh, Artemis, my mistress, hear me now,
Ere I remember how I love that man,
And in that memory forget my shame!
If he in deed or thought hath been untrue,
Be just and let him pay the penalty!
(Pygmalion, with an exclamation, covers his eyes with his hands.)
Cyn. I know no pity, woman; for the act
That thawed thee into flesh has hardened me
[Pg 121]
Into the cursed stone from which thou cam’st.
We have changed places; from this moment forth
Be thou the wife and I the senseless stone!
(Thrusts Galatea from her.)
ACT III.
Scene: Same as Acts I. and II.
Enter Daphne.
Daph. It seems Pygmalion has the fearful gift
Of bringing stone to life. I’ll question him
And ascertain how far that power extends.
Enter Myrine, weeping.
Myrine—and in tears! Why, what’s amiss?
Myr. Oh, we were all so happy yesterday,
And now, within twelve miserable hours,
A blight has fallen upon all of us.
Pygmalion is blind as death itself,
Cynisca leaves his home this very day,
And my Leucippe hath deserted me!
I shall go mad with all this weight of grief!
Daph. All this is Galatea’s work?
Daph. But can’t you stop her? Shut the creature up,
Dispose of her, or break her? Won’t she chip?
Myr. No, I’m afraid not.
[Pg 122]
Daph.Ah, were I his wife,
I’d spoil her beauty! There’d be little chance
Of finding him and her alone again!
Myr. There’s little need to take precautions now,
For he, alas! is blind!
Daph.Blind! What of that?
Man has five senses; if he loses one
The vital energy on which it fed
Goes to intensify the other four.
He had five arrows in his quiver; well,
He has shot one away, and four remain.
My dear, an enemy is not disarmed
Because he’s lost one arrow out of five!
Myr. The punishment he undergoes might well
Content his wife!
Daph.A happy woman, that!
Daph.To be sure she is;
She has the power to punish faithlessness,
And she has used it on her faithless spouse.
Had I Cynisca’s privilege, I swear
I’d never let my Chrysos rest in peace,
Until he warranted my using it!
Pygmalion’s wronged her, and she’s punished him.
What more could woman want?
Enter Cynisca.
Cyn.What more? Why, this!
The power to tame my tongue to speak the words
That would restore him to his former self!
[Pg 123]
The power to quell the fierce, unruly soul
That battles with my miserable heart!
The power to say, “Oh, my Pygmalion,
My love is thine to hold or cast away,
Do with it as thou wilt; it can not die!”
I’d barter half my miserable life
For power to say these few true words to him!
Myr. Why, then there’s hope for him?
Cyn.There’s none indeed!
This day I’ll leave his home and hide away
Where I can brood upon my shame. I’ll fan
The smoldering fire of jealousy until
It bursts into an all-devouring flame,
And pray that I may perish in its glow!
Daph. That’s bravely said, Cynisca! Never fear;
Pygmalion will give thee wherewithal
To nurture it.
Cyn. (passionately).I need not wherewithal!
I carry wherewithal within my heart!
Oh, I can conjure up the scene at will
When he and she sit lovingly alone.
I know too well the devilish art he works,
And how his guilty passion shapes itself.
I follow him through every twist and turn
By which he wormed himself into my heart;
I hear him breathing to the guilty girl
The fond familiar nothings of our love;
I hear him whispering into her ear
The tenderness that he rehearsed on me.
I follow him through all his well-known moods—
[Pg 124]
Now fierce and passionate, now fanciful;
And ever tuning his accursed tongue
To chime in with the passion at her heart:
Oh, never fear that I shall starve the flame!
When jealousy takes shelter in my heart,
It does not die for lack of sustenance!
Daph. Come to my home, and thou shalt feed it there;
We’ll play at widows, and we’ll pass our time
Railing against the perfidy of man.
Daph.Chrysos? Oh, you won’t see him.
Daph.How so? I’ve turned him out of doors!
Why, does the girl consider jealousy
Her unassailable prerogative?
Thou hast thy vengeance on Pygmalion—
He can no longer feast upon thy face.
Well, Chrysos can no longer feast on mine!
I can’t put out his eyes (I wish I could!)
But I can shut them out, and that I’ve done.
Cyn. I thank you, madam, and I’ll go with you.
Myr. No, no; thou shalt not leave Pygmalion;
He will not live if thou desertest him.
Add nothing to his pain—this second blow
Might well complete the work thou hast begun!
Cyn. Nay, let me go—I must not see his face;
For if I look on him I may relent.
Detain me not, Myrine—fare thee well!
[Exit Cynisca, Myrine follows her.
[Pg 125]
Daph. Well, there’ll be pretty scenes in Athens now
That statues may be vivified at will. (Chrysos enters unobserved.)
Why, I have daughters—all of them of age—
What chance is there for plain young women, now
That every man may take a block of stone
And carve a family to suit his tastes?
Chry. If every woman were a Daphne, man
Would never care to look on sculptured stone!
Oh, Daphne!
Daph.Monster—get you hence, away!
I’ll hold no converse with you, get you gone.
(Aside) If I’d Cynisca’s tongue I’d wither him!
(Imitating Cynisca) “Oh, I can conjure up the scene at will
“Where you and she sit lovingly alone!
“Oh, never fear that I will starve the flame:
“When jealousy takes shelter in my heart,
“It does not die for lack of sustenance!”
Chry. I’m sure of that! your hospitality
Is world-renowned. Extend it, love, to me!
Oh, take me home again!
Daph.Home? no, not I!
Why I’ve a gallery of goddesses,
Fifty at least—half-dressed bacchantes, too—
Dryads and water-nymphs of every kind;
Suppose I find, when I go home to-day,
That they’ve all taken it into their heads
To come to life—what would become of them,
[Pg 126]
Or me, with Chrysos in the house? No—no,
They’re bad enough in marble—but in flesh!!!
I’ll sell the bold-faced hussies one and all,
But till I’ve sold them, Chrysos stops outside!
Daph.What have you not done sir?
Chry. I can not tell you—it would take too long!
Daph. I saw you sitting with that marble minx,
Your arm pressed lovingly around her waist.
Explain that Chrysos.
Chry.It explains itself:
I am a zealous patron of the arts.
And I am very fond of statuary.
Daph. Bah—I’ve artistic tastes as well as you.
But still, you never saw me sitting with
My arms around a stone Apollo’s waist!
As for this “statue”—could I see her now,
I’d test your taste for fragments!
Chry.Spare the girl,
She’s very young and very innocent;
She claims your pity.
Chry.Yes, she does.
If I saw Daphne sitting with her arm
Round an Apollo, I should pity him.
Daph. (relenting). Would you?
Chry.I should, upon my word, I should.
Daph. Well, Chrysos, thou art pardoned. After all
The circumstances were exceptional.
[Pg 127]
Chry. (aside). Unhappily, they were!
Daph.Come home, but mind
I’ll sell my gallery of goddesses;
No good can come of animating stone.
Chry. Oh, pardon me—why every soul on earth
Sprang from the stones Deucalion threw behind.
Daph. But then Deucalion only threw the stones,
He left it to the gods to fashion them.
Chry. (aside—looking at her). And we who’ve seen the work the gods turn out,
Would rather leave it to Pygmalion!
Daph. (taking Chrysos’ arm, who is looking at a statue of Venus.)
Come along, do!
[Exeunt.
Enter Myrine, in great distress.
Myr. Pygmalion’s heard that he must lose his wife,
And swears, by all the gods that reign above,
He will not live if she deserts him now!
What—what is to be done?
Enter Galatea.
Gal.Myrine here!
Where is Pygmalion?
Myr.Oh, wretched girl!
Art thou not satisfied with all the ill
Thy heedlessness has worked, that thou art come
To gaze upon thy victim’s misery?
Well, thou hast come in time!
Gal.What dost thou mean?
[Pg 128]
Myr. Why this is what I mean—he will not live
Now that Cynisca has deserted him.
Oh, girl, his blood will be upon thy head!
Gal. Pygmalion will not live! Pygmalion die!
And I, alas, the miserable cause!
Oh, what is to be done?
Myr.I do not know.
And yet there is one chance, but one alone;
I’ll see Cynisca, and prevail on her
To meet Pygmalion but once again.
Gal. (wildly). But should she come too late? He may not live
Till she returns.
Myr.I’ll send him now to thee,
And tell him that his wife awaits him here.
He’ll take thee for Cynisca; when he speaks,
Answer thou him as if thou wast his wife.
Gal. Yes, yes, I understand.
Myr.Then I’ll be gone.
The gods assist thee in this artifice!
[Exit Myrine.
Gal. The gods will help me, for the gods are good.
Oh, Heaven, in this great grief I turn to thee.
Teach me to speak to him, as, ere I lived,
Cynisca spake to him. Oh, let my voice
Be to Pygmalion as Cynisca’s voice,
And he will live—for her and not for me—
Yet he will live. I am the fountain head
Enter Pygmalion, unobserved, led by Myrine.
Of all the horrors that surround him now,
[Pg 129]
And it is fit that I should suffer this;
Grant this, my first appeal—I do not ask
Pygmalion’s love; I ask Pygmalion’s life!
(Pygmalion utters an exclamation of joy. She rushes to him and seizes his hand.)
Pyg.I have no words in which
To tell the joy with which I heard that prayer.
Oh, take me to thine arms, my dearly loved!
And teach me once again how much I risked
In risking such a heaven-sent love as thine.
Gal. (believing that he refers to her). Pygmalion! my love! Pygmalion!
Once more those words! again! say them again!
Tell me that thou forgivest me the ill
That I unwittingly have worked on thee!
Pyg. Forgive thee? Why, my wife, I did not dare
To ask thy pardon, and thou askest mine,
The compact with thy mistress Artemis
Gave thee a heaven-sent right to punish me.
I’ve learnt to take whate’er the gods may send.
(Galatea, at first delighted, learns in the course of this speech that Pygmalion takes her for Cynisca, and expresses extreme anguish.)
Gal. (with an effort.) But then, this woman, Galatea—
Gal. Thy love for her is dead?
Gal. Thou hadst no love?
[Pg 130]
Pyg.No love. At first, in truth,
In mad amazement at the miracle
That crowned my handiwork, and brought to life
The fair creation of my sculptor’s skill,
I yielded to her god-sent influence,
For I had worshiped her before she lived
Because she called Cynisca’s face to me;
But when she lived—that love died, word by word.
Gal. That is well said; thou dost not love her then?
She is no more to thee than senseless stone?
Pyg. Speak not of her, Cynisca, for I swear
Enter Cynisca, unobserved.
The unhewn marble of Pentelicus
Hath charms for me, which she, in all her glow
Of womanly perfection, could not match.
Gal. I’m very glad to hear that this is so.
Thou art forgiven! (Kisses his forehead.)
Pyg.Thou hast pardoned me,
And though the law of Artemis declared
Thy pardon should restore to me the light
Thine anger took away, I would be blind,
I would not have mine eyes lest they should rest
On her who caused me all this bitterness!
Gal. Indeed, Pygmalion—’twere better thus—
If thou couldst look on Galatea now,
Thy love for her, perchance, might come again!
Gal.They say that she endureth pains
[Pg 131]
That mock the power of words!
Gal. Hast thou no pity for her?
Pyg.No, not I.
The ill that she hath worked on thee—on me—
And on Myrine—surely were enough
To make us curse the hour that gave her life.
She is not fit to live upon this world!
Gal. (bitterly). Upon this worthy world, thou sayest well,
The woman shall be seen of thee no more. (Takes Cynisca’s hand and leads her to Pyg.)
What wouldst thou with her now? Thou hast thy wife!
(She substitutes Cynisca, and retires, weeping. Cynisca takes him to her arms and kisses him. He recovers his sight.)
Pyg. Cynisca! see! the light of day is mine!
Once more I look upon thy well-loved face!
Enter Myrine and Leucippe.
Leu. Pygmalion! Thou hast thine eyes again!
Come—this is happiness indeed!
Pyg.And thou!
Myrine has recalled thee?
Leu.No, I came,
But more in sorrow than in penitence;
For I’ve a hardened and a blood-stained heart!
I thought she would denounce me to the law,
But time, I found, had worked a wondrous change;
[Pg 132]
The very girl, who half-a-day ago
Had cursed me for a ruthless murderer,
Not only pardoned me my infamy,
But absolutely hugged me with delight,
When she, with hungry and unpitying eyes,
Beheld my victim—at the kitchen fire!
The little cannibal!
Enter Galatea.
Pyg.Away from me,
Woman or statue! Thou the only blight
That ever fell upon my love—begone,
For thou hast been the curse of all who fell
Within the compass of thy waywardness!
Cyn. No, no—recall those words, Pygmalion,
Thou knowest not all.
Gal.Nay—let me go from him;
That curse—his curse—still ringing in mine ears,
For life is bitterer to me than death. (She mounts the steps of pedestal.)
Farewell, Pygmalion! Farewell! Farewell!(The curtains conceal her.)
Cyn. Thou art unjust to her as I to thee!
Hers was the voice that pardoned thee—not mine.
I knew no pity till she taught it me.
I heard the words she spoke, and little thought
That they would find an echo in my heart;
But so it was. I took them for mine own,
And asking for thy pardon, pardoned thee!
Pyg. (amazed). Cynisca! Is this so?
[Pg 133]
Gal. (behind curtain). Farewell, Pygmalion! Farewell! Farewell!
(Pygmalion rushes to the veil and tears it away, discovering Galatea as a statue on the pedestal, as in Act I.)
[Pg 135]
CHARITY:
A Play,
IN FOUR ACTS.
[Pg 136]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| Dr. Athelney, a Colonial Bishop-Elect | Mr. Chippendale. |
| Ted Athelney, his son, aged 38 | Mr. Teesdale. |
| Mr. Smailey, a Country Gentleman, aged 60 | Mr. Howe. |
| Fred Smailey, his son, aged 22 | Mr. Kendal. |
| Mr. Fitz Partington, a Private Inquiry Officer | Mr. Buckstone. |
| Butler | Mr. Clark. |
| Footman | Mr. James. |
| Mrs. Van Brugh, a widow, aged 35 | Miss M. Robertson. |
| | (Mrs. Kendal.) |
| Eve, her daughter, aged 17 | Miss Amy Roselle. |
| Ruth Tredgett, a tramp, aged 37 | Miss Woolgar. |
| | (Mrs. A. Mellon.) |
ACT III.
ROOM IN MR. SMAILEY’S HOUSE.
ACT IV.
LIBRARY AT DR. ATHELNEY’S.
[A few days’ interval between each Act.]
CHARITY.
ACT I.
Scene: A pretty boudoir in Mrs. Van Brugh’s
country-house.
Eve discovered with Frederick; Frederick on
chair, Eve on footstool.
Fred. (dictating to Eve, who writes in a memorandum
book at his feet). Let me see. Three
hundred oranges, six hundred buns, thirty gallons
of tea, twelve large plum cakes. So much for the
school-children’s bodies. As for their minds—
Eve. Oh, we’ve taken great care of their minds.
In the first place, the amateur minstrels from Locroft
are coming, with some lovely part songs.
Fred. Part songs. Come, that’s well. Dr. Watts?
Eve. Oh dear, no. Doctors Moore and Burgess!—Much
jollier. (He shakes his head gravely.)
Then we have a magic lantern. Here are the
views. (Handing them.)
Fred. (examining them). A person on horseback,
galloping at full speed. Here he is again. Probably
the flight of Xerxes.
Eve. No—the flight of John Gilpin.
Fred. Very trivial, Eve dear; very trivial.
[Pg 138]
Eve. Oh, but it will amuse them much more
than the flight of Xerxes.
Fred. (gravely). My dear Eve, is this giddiness
quite consistent with the nature of the good work
before us?
Eve. Mayn’t one be good and jolly too?
Fred. Scarcely. Grave work should be undertaken
gravely, and with a sense of responsibility.
Eve. But I don’t call a school feast grave work.
Fred. All work is grave when one has regard to
the issues that may come of it. This school feast,
trivial as it may seem to you—this matter of buns
and big plum cakes—may be productive, for instance,
of much—of much—
Eve. Indigestion? That’s grave indeed! (He
seems annoyed.) There, I’m very sorry I teased
you, dear old boy; but you look at every thing
from such a serious point of view.
Fred. Am I too serious? Perhaps I am. And
yet in my quiet undemonstrative way I am very
happy.
Eve. If you are not happy dear, who should be?
Fred. Yes, Eve, who indeed! (Kisses her.)
Eve. I did not mean that. There is very little
in me to make such a man as you happy, unless it
be the prospect of making me as good and earnest
as yourself—a poor prospect, I’m afraid, for I’m a
very silly little girl.
Fred. At least I will try.
Eve. Begin now; tell me of my faults.
[Pg 139]
Fred. No, no; that would be a very ungrateful
task.
Eve. Oh, if you neglect all tasks that are not
pleasant, you are too like me to allow of my
hoping to learn any thing of you.
Fred. Very aptly put, Eve. Well then, you are
too giddy, and too apt to laugh when you should
sigh.
Eve. Oh, but I am naturally rather—jolly. Mamma
has taught me to be so. Mamma’s views are
so entirely opposed to yours.
Fred. Yes; I am deeply sorry for it. If it
were not so, perhaps Mrs. Van Brugh would like
me better.
Eve. Mamma does like you, dear. She thinks
you are very grave and precise and methodical,
but I am sure she likes you—or why did she consent
to our engagement?
Fred. Because she loves you so well that she has
the heart to thwart you in nothing. She is an admirable
woman—good, kind—charitable beyond
measure—beloved, honored, and courted by all——
Eve. The best woman in the world!
Fred. But she does not understand me. Well,
time will work a change, and I must be content to
wait.
Enter Servant.
Servant. Mr. Edward Athelney, miss, is in the
drawing room.
[Pg 140]
Eve. Dear me, how tiresome.
Fred. (calmly). Miss Van Brugh is not at home.
Eve. (astonished). Oh, Frederick, I am![Exit Servant.
Fred. Well, yes, of course in one sense you certainly
are. But being engaged upon a good work,
with which an interruption would seriously interfere,
you may be said—metaphorically, of course,
and for the purposes of this particular case—to
be, to a certain extent, out.
Eve. (puzzled). I am quite sure I am at home,
dear, in every possible sense of the word. You
don’t dislike Edward, do you?
Fred. You know very well that I dislike no one.
Eve. I’m sure of that. You love all men.
Fred. No doubt, Eve, I love all men. But you
will understand that I love some men less than
others; and, although I love Edward Athelney
very much indeed, I love him, perhaps, less than
anybody else in the world.
Eve. But this is quite astonishing! Has Ted
Athelney a fault? What is it? Come, sir, name
one fault if you can. And mind, he’s my big
brother, or as good, so be careful.
Fred. “Frater nascitur non fit.”
Eve. Oh!
Fred. I don’t believe in your amateur brother.
With every desire to confine himself to the duties
of the character he undertakes, he is nevertheless
apt to overlook the exact point where the brother
ends and the lover begins.
[Pg 141]
Eve. (puzzled). The lover!
Fred. The brother by birth keeps well within
bounds, but the amateur treads so often on the
border line that in time it becomes obliterated and
the functions merge.
Eve. Ted Athelney a lover of mine! Oh, that’s
too absurd. Ted Athelney—that great, clumsy,
middle-aged, awkward, good-natured, apple-faced
man, a lover of anybody’s, and least of all, of mine!
Why he’s forty! Oh, it’s shocking—it’s horrible!
I won’t hear any thing so dreadful of any one I love
so much.
Fred. You admit that you love him?
Eve. Oh, yes, I love him—but I don’t love him.
(Nestling against Fred.) Don’t you understand the
difference?
Fred. I don’t like his calling you Eve.
Eve. Why you wouldn’t have him—oh, you never
could want Ted Athelney to call me Miss Van
Brugh?
Fred. Then he kisses you.
Eve. Of course he does, dear. Kisses me? So
does mamma!
Fred. No doubt, but there’s some difference.
Eve. A difference! What difference?
Fred. This, if no other: that I object to the one,
and don’t object to the other. (Turns away.)
Eve. (disappointed). Then I’m not to kiss Ted
Athelney any more.
[Pg 142]
Enter Ted Athelney.
Ted. Well, Eve, old lady, here I am, back again—well
and hearty.
Eve. Ted, stand back; I’m not to kiss you.
Ted. Eh? Why not?
Eve. It’s wrong. Isn’t it? (To Fred.)
Fred. I’m sorry you think it necessary to ask
the question.
Eve. There, Ted. Only think of the wrong we’ve
been doing for years and years, and never knew it!
Ted. But who told you it was wrong. Not conscience,
I’ll be sworn.
Eve. No; that’s the worst of it. There’s something
wrong with my conscience; it doesn’t seem
to be up to its work. From some motive—mistaken
politeness, perhaps—it declines to assert
itself. Awful, isn’t it?
Ted. Come, something’s happened during my
absence in town; tell me what it is.
Eve. Something of a tremendous nature has happened!
Ted Athelney, I mustn’t call you Ted
Athelney any longer!
Ted. What?
Eve. And I mustn’t let you kiss me, because I’m
going to be married.
Ted. Married! (Starting.)
Eve. Yes.
Ted. To—? (Indicating Frederick.)
Eve. Yes. (He is much agitated.) Won’t you
tell me that you are glad to hear it?
[Pg 143]
Ted. (after a pause). Yes, Eve, I’m glad of any
thing that makes you happy. It has come upon me
very suddenly. I never thought of your getting
married. I was a great ass, for it must have come
about some time or other, and why not now? and it
must have been to some fellow, and why not Fred
Smailey? God bless you, Eve. I must get it well
into my mind before I can talk about it, and mine is
a mind that takes a good deal of getting at. I hope
and believe that you will be happy. (She retires.)
Fred, old man——
(Goes to Fred; takes his hand and tries to speak, but in vain.)
Enter Mrs. Van Brugh.
Mrs. V. B. Well, I’ve done for myself now; go
away from me; I’m a pariah, an outcast; don’t, for
goodness’ sake, be seen talking with me.
Eve. Why, mamma, dear, what on earth have you
been doing?
Mrs. V. B. Doing? Listen and shudder! I’ve
put a Dissenter into my almshouses! (Sits at table.)
Fred. (rising). A Dissenter?
Mrs. V. B. A real live Dissenter. Isn’t it awful!
Fred. No, awful is too strong a term; but I think
it was a very, very sad mistake.
Mrs. V. B. A thousand thanks for your toleration—I
shall never forget it. The village is outraged—they
have stood my eccentricities long
enough. It was bad enough when I put a Roman[Pg 144]
Catholic in, but in consideration of the almshouses
being my own they were good enough to swallow
the Roman Catholic. Then came a Jew—well,
the village was merciful, and with a few wry faces
they swallowed even the Jew. But a Dissenter!
The line must be drawn somewhere, and High and
Low Church are agreed that it must be drawn at
Dissenters. The churchwardens look the other way
when I pass. The clerk’s religious zeal causes him
to turn into the “Red Cow,” rather than touch his
hat to me, and even the dirty little boys run after
me shouting “No Popery” at the top of their voices,
though I’m sure I don’t see how it applies.
Fred. But, my dear Mrs. Van Brugh, you mean
well I’m sure—but a Jew, a Catholic, and a Dissenter!—is
there no such thing as a starving
Churchman to be found?
Mrs. V. B. There are but too many starving men
of all denominations, but while I’m hunting out the
Churchman, the Jew, the Catholic and the Dissenter
will perish, and that would never do, would it?
Fred. That is the Christianity of impulse. I
would feed him that belonged to my own church,
and if he did not belong to it, I would not feed him
at all.
Mrs. V. B. That is the Christianity of Religious
Politics. As to these poor people, they will shake
down and agree very well in time. Nothing is so
conducive to toleration as the knowledge that one’s
bread depends upon it. It applies to all conditions[Pg 145]
of life, from almshouses to Happy Families. Where
are you going?
Eve. We are going down to the school to see the
cakes and oranges and decorations——
Fred. (seriously). And to impress upon the children
the danger of introducing inharmonious elements
into their little almshouses.
Mrs. V. B. Well, I hope you’ll be more successful
with them than with me. Their case is much
more critical than mine, I assure you. (Exeunt
Eve and Fred. Mrs. Van Brugh sees Edward,
who is sitting at back, with his head between his
hands.) Why, who’s this? Edward Athelney, returned
at last to his disconsolate village? Go away,
sir—don’t come near me—you’re a reprobate—you’ve
been in London ten days and nobody to look
after you. Give an account of yourself. It’s awful
to think of the villainy a thoroughly badly disposed
young man can get through in ten days in London,
if I’m not there to look after him—come, sir, all
your crimes, please, in alphabetical order—now
then, A—Arson. Any arson? No? Quite sure?
Come now, that’s something—Then we go to Burglary?
Bigamy? No Bigamy? Come, it’s not as
bad as I thought.—Why (seeing that he looks very
wretched), what on earth is the matter—why, my
poor Ted—what is distressing you? I never saw
you look so wretched in my life!
Ted. Oh! Mrs. Van Brugh, I’m awfully unhappy!
Mrs. V. B. My poor old friend—tell me all
about it.
[Pg 146]
Ted. It’s soon told—Mrs. Van Brugh, you have
a daughter, who’s the best and loveliest girl I ever
saw in my life.
Mrs. V. B. (pause). My poor Edward!
Ted. Did—did you know that I—that I was like
this?
Mrs. V. B. No! no! no!
Ted. Nor I, it came on me like a thunderclap—my
love for that little girl has grown as imperceptibly
as my age has grown—I’ve taken no note of
either till now—when I rub my eyes and find that
I love her dearly, and that I’m eight-and-thirty!
Mrs. V. B. But, surely you know—you must
have heard——
Ted. Yes, yes, I’ve just heard—Fred Smailey’s
a lucky fellow, and he deserves his luck.
Mrs. V. B. Perhaps. I don’t know. I don’t like
Fred Smailey.
Ted. (amazed). You don’t like Smailey?
Mrs. V. B. No, I don’t, and I’m afraid I show it.
My dear old friend, it would have made me very
happy to have seen you married to Eve, but he was
first in the field, and she loves him. At first I
wouldn’t hear of it—but she fell ill—might have
died—well I’m her mother, and I love her, and I
gave in. I know nothing against him.
Ted. Oh, Fred Smailey’s a good fellow, a thorough
good fellow. You do him an injustice, indeed
you do; I never knew a man with such a sense of
gratitude—it’s perfectly astonishing. Remember[Pg 147]
how he gave me that splendid colly, when I pulled
him out of the ice, last February, and how in return
for my lending him money to pay his college debts,
he got his father to let me shoot over Rushout—no—no—if
Fred Smailey has a fault, he’s too
good for this world.
Mrs. V. B. Is he?—at all events he’s too solemn.
Ted. Here’s the dad coming—he mustn’t see me
like this. Good-by, Mrs. Van Brugh. You won’t
speak of this to any one, I know—not that I’ve
reason to be ashamed of it, but it’ll pain Eve and
Fred too. I’ll bear up, never fear, and Eve shall
never know—after all, her happiness is the great
end, and, so that it’s brought about, what matter
whether Fred or I do it, so that it’s done. It’s
Fred’s job, not mine—better luck for him, worse
luck for me.[Exit.
Mrs. V. B. Poor fellow! There goes a heart of
gold with a head of cotton-wool! Oh, Eve, Eve, my
dear, I’m very sad for you! Is it head or heart that
makes the best husband? Better that baby-hearted
simpleton than the sharpest Smailey that ever
stepped! I’m very unjust. Heaven knows that I,
of all women in this world, should be slow to judge.
But my dislike to that man, to his family, to every
thing that relates to him, is intuitive. However,
the mischief, if mischief there be, is done; I’ll
make the best of it.
[Pg 148]
Enter Dr. Athelney, very hurriedly.
Dr. A. My dear Mrs. Van Brugh, I come without
a moment’s loss of time, to thank you in my
late curate Twemlow’s name for your great kindness
in presenting him to the Crabthorpe living.
He has a wife and four children, and is nearly mad
with joy and gratitude. I’ve brought you his
letter.
Mrs. V. B. I won’t read it, doctor. I can’t bear
gratitude; it makes my eyes red. Take it away. I
am only too glad to have helped a struggling and
deserving man. Now, I’m very glad you’ve come,
because I want to consult you on a business matter
of some importance.
Dr. A. My dear Mrs. Van Brugh, I have been the
intellectual head of this village for fifty-three years,
and nobody ever yet paid me the compliment of
consulting me on a matter of business.
Mrs. V. B. Then I’ve no doubt I’m going to hit
upon a neglected mine of commercial sagacity!
Dr. A. It’s very possible. I was second wrangler
of my year.
Mrs. V. B. I told you last night of Eve’s engagement.
Well, old Mr. Smailey has sent me a note
to say that he will call on me to-morrow week to
talk over the settlement I propose to make on the
occasion of my darling’s marriage with his son.
Now, doctor, look as wise as you can, and tell me
what I ought to do.
[Pg 149]
Dr. A. Well, in such a case I should be very
worldly. I think, my dear, I should prepare a nice
little luncheon, with a bottle of that Amontillado,
and then, having got him quietly and cosily tête-à-tête,
I should ask him what he proposes to do.
Mrs. V. B. Very good indeed, doctor. Upon
my word, for a colonial bishop-elect, that’s not bad.
But, unfortunately, I’ve already ascertained that he
proposes to do nothing. All his money is tied up.
Dr. A. Oh, is it indeed? Bless me! Tied up,
is it? And may I ask, what do you understand by
that expression?
Mrs. V. B. Well, in round terms, it’s his, but he
mustn’t spend it. Do you understand?
Dr. A. Oh, yes. When I was a boy my uncle
gave me a guinea on those terms.
Mrs. V. B. Now come, doctor dear, the young
people look to me, and, when one is looked to, one
should be equal to the emergency. What would
you advise me to do?
Dr. A. Your property is not, I suppose, tied up?
Mrs. V. B. No; it is quite unfettered, and consists
principally of long leaseholds and funded
property, left me by my godfather, and a small
sum of money acquired by Captain Van Brugh on
his first marriage.
Dr. A. His first marriage! Bless me, I never
knew he had been married before.
Mrs. V. B. Yes (much agitated), a most unhappy
match. She—she left him under discredit[Pg 150]able
circumstances—went to Australia—resumed
her maiden name, and, under that name, died in
Melbourne.
Dr. A. And when did this unhappy lady die?
Mrs. V. B. (still agitated). Oh! years ago—It’s
a terrible story. I don’t like to think of it—I
can’t bear to talk of it.
Dr. A. (aside). What a blundering old savage I
am! If there is a pitfall open, ten to one I tumble
into it! (Aloud.) I have always understood that
where marriage settlements of any consideration
are concerned, it is customary to employ a solicitor.
I can’t quote my authority, but, I feel sure that I
am right.
Mrs. V. B. Old Mr. Smailey is an executor under
Captain Van Brugh’s will, and his solicitor has
always acted for me.
Dr. A. His solicitor! what, that queer little red-faced
fellow who accompanies him everywhere?
Mrs. V. B. No. Ha! ha! ha! I suppose Mr. Fitz
Partington is a junior partner, or head clerk, or
something of the kind—at all events, his name
doesn’t appear in the firm.
Dr. A. Well, leave it to me, Mrs. Van Brugh,
and I’ll write to my brother, the Vice-Chancellor,
who will tell us what to do. Now I’m off. (Noise
without.) Why—what’s this? Bless me, Mrs.
Van Brugh, what is the cause of this commotion?
(Noise heard without, as of people struggling with a woman, who rudely expostulates with them.)
[Pg 151]
Mrs. V. B. Why, what in the world is the matter?
Enter three or four Servant Men with Ruth
Tredgett in custody. She is wild-looking
and dishevelled, as if she had been struggling
violently.
Groom. We’ve got her, ma’am. Don’t be afraid.
(To Ruth.) Stand quiet, you jade, will yer? Woa,
there! We’ve got her, sir, but we’ve had a desperate
hard job to do it.
Dr. A. What has been done?
Groom. She’s knocked two teeth clean out of my
head, sir, and give notice to quit to a dozen more.
Dr. A. We will hear your grievance presently.
What has this woman done that she is brought
here?
All. Done, sir, why——
But. (with dignity to the others). If you please!
(To Mrs. Van Brugh) Ma’am, Edwards found this
here woman creepin’ out of my pantry, ma’am, on
all fours.
Dr. A. On what?
But. On her hands and knees, like a quadruped,
sir.
Dr. A. Have you searched her?
But. (shocked). No, sir, I have not searched her.
Dr. A. Well, well, I mean has she been searched?
But. (with dignity). I put my hand in her
pocket, sir, and I looked under her shawl.
Dr. A. Well, you didn’t search her, but you put[Pg 152]
your hand in her pocket, and you looked under her
shawl. What did you find there?
But. A decanter of sherry, sir. (Producing it.)
Dr. A. (to Mrs. V. B.) Your sherry, Mrs. Van
Brugh?
But. Our sherry, Dr. Athelney.
Dr. A. Well, you hear what this man says; did
you take this wine?
Ruth. Ay, I took it, sure enough.
Dr. A. Why did you take it?
Ruth. Why, to drink, of course. Why should I
take it?
Dr. A. You shouldn’t take it.
Ruth. Don’t you never take wine?
Dr. A. Not other people’s wine—except, of
course, with their permission.
Ruth. Maybe you’ve got a cellar of your own.
Dr. A. Maybe I have.
Ruth. Well, maybe I haven’t. That’s my
answer.
Dr. A. Now, what are we to do with her?
Mrs. V. B. Leave her to me. Dr. Athelney,
please remain here with me. Every one else,
except the woman, leave the room.
But. She’s a desperate character, ma’am; it took
six of us, including me, to bring her here.
Mrs. V. B. Never mind. Dr. Athelney and I
will see her alone. Take your hands from her and
go.
But. Hadn’t we better keep within hearing? If
help was wanted——
[Pg 153]
Mrs. V. B. No help will be wanted. I am in
earnest. Go. Shut the door. (The Servants
reluctantly depart.)
Ruth. You’re a cool hand, missis; ain’t you
afeard on me?
Mrs. V. B. Not at all. Why should I be afraid
of you? I mean you no harm.
Ruth. Who’s he?
Mrs. V. B. Dr. Athelney, a clergyman and a
magistrate.
Ruth. Beak, is he? Well, let him make out the
committal. Where’s it to be? Sessions?
Mrs. V. B. We have no wish to prosecute you.
We wish to help you to arrive at a sense of right
and wrong.
Ruth. Can’t it be done without a parson? I
dunno much good o’ parsons. I’d rather it was
done without a parson.
Dr. A. (kindly). Don’t think of me as a clergyman,
if that calling is distasteful to you. Perhaps
some day we may succeed in overcoming your
prejudice. In the mean time, think of me only as
a harmless old gentleman, who is willing and able
to help you to earn your living respectably, if you
desire to do so.
Ruth. Ah, I’ve come across the likes o’ you afore
now. Three weeks agone comes a parson, as it
might be you. “I’ve come to help you, poor fallen
creetur,” says he; “I’ve come to tell you blessed
truths, poor miserable outcast,” says he. “Read[Pg 154]
that, wretched lost sheep,” says he. “I’ll call
again in a month and see how you feel,” says he.
A month! Heugh! When I was bad with fever
the doctor come every day. He never come no
more. There’s ladies come odd times. I call to
mind one—come in a carriage she did. Same
story—poor, miserable, lost one—wretched abandoned
fellow-creetur, and that. She called me a
brand from the burnin’, and wanted to stretch out
a hand to save me, she did. Well, she stretched it
out, and I thought she meant it (for I was green
then), and, fool-like, I took it, and kissed it. She
screeched as though I’d bit her!
Mrs. V. B. Will you take my hand?
Ruth. (astonished). Do you know what I am?
Mrs. V. B. Yes; I know well what you are. You
are a woman who wants help, and I a woman who
will help you. (Taking her hand).
Ruth. (much moved). Thankee, missis! you’ve
spoke fair to me. I’ve had no one speak like
that to me for many a long year. Thankee, missis.
(Struggling with tears.) Don’t mind me. (Throws
her apron over her face and sobs.) They will come
odd times!
Mrs. V. B. Will you tell me your name?
Ruth. Ruth Tredgett. I come from Cambridge.
Dr. A. Born there?
Ruth. I dunno as I was born there, but I come
from there.
Dr. A. What are you?
[Pg 155]
Ruth. I s’pose I’m a thief. I s’pose I’m what
gentlefolk thinks is wus than a thief. God help
me! I s’pose I’m as bad as I can be. (Weeping.)
Mrs. V. B. Are your parents alive?
Ruth. No, I never had no father—my mother
was such as me. See here, lady. Wot’s to
become of a gal whose mother was such as me?
Mother! Why, I could swear afore I could walk!
Dr. A. But were you not brought up to any
calling?
Ruth. Yes, sir, I were; I were brought up to be
a thief. Every soul as I knowed was a thief, and
the best thief was the best thought on. Maybe a
kid not long born ought to have knowed better. I
dunno, I must ha’ been born bad, for it seemed
right enough to me. Well, it was in prison and
out o’ prison—three months here and six months
there—till I was sixteen. I sometimes thinks as
if they’d bin half as ready to show me how to go
right as they was to punish me for goin’ wrong, I
might have took the right turnin’ and stuck to it
afore this. At sixteen I got seven year for shopliftin’,
and was sent out to Port Philip. I soon got
a ticket and tried service and needlework, but no
one wouldn’t have me; and I got sick and tired of
it all, and began to think o’ putting a end to it,
when I met a smooth-spoken chap—a gentleman,
if you please—as wanted to save me from the
danger afore me. Well, wot odds? He was a
psalm-singing villain, and he soon left me. No[Pg 156]
need to tell the rest—to such as you it can’t be
told. I’m ’most as bad as I can be—as bad as I
can be!
Mrs. V. B. I think not; I think not. What do
you say, Doctor?
Dr. A. (struggling with his tears). Say, ma’am?
I say that you, Ruth Tredgett, have been a most
discreditable person, and you ought to be heartily
ashamed of yourself, Ruth Tredgett; and as a
clergyman of the Church of England I feel bound
to tell you that—that your life has been—has
been what God knows it couldn’t well have helped
being under the circumstances.
Mrs. V. B. Ruth Tredgett, I am very, very
sorry for you. If you are willing to leave this
unhappy course of life I will provide you with the
means of earning your living honestly.
Ruth. Honestly! Why, lady, I’m too fur gone
for that!
Mrs. V. B. I hope not. I have assisted many,
very many such women as yourself, and I have
seldom found my efforts wasted.
Ruth. But you—a lady, high-born, high-bred,
beautiful, rich, good—(In amazement.)
Mrs. V. B. Hush. (Rises.) No matter what I am.
(With emotion.) Who shall say what the very best
of us might not have been but for the accident of
education and good example? Tell me, Ruth
Tredgett, will you accept my offer?
Ruth. (kneels at her feet and looks up into her
face). I will!
[Pg 157]
ACT II.
Scene: same as in Act I.
Enter Mr. Smailey and Servant.
Mr. S. (very gently). Will you have the goodness
to tell Mrs. Van Brugh that Mr. Smailey is
here to see her, by appointment?
Serv. Mr. Smailey, sir? Yes, sir. (Going.)
Enter Mr. Fitz Partington.
Fitz. (stopping Servant). And his solicitor.
Mr. S. (with mild sternness). You have followed
me again, sir?
Fitz. Followed you again, sir; according to
contract.
Mr. S. There is no contract between us that
entitles you to dog my footsteps as though you
were hunting down a thief.
Fitz. Hunting down a thief? Oh, yes. To
enable me to assist you in blighting the character
of the best and loveliest woman that ever shed a
light upon a private detective’s thorny path, I am
to have the free run of your house and papers; I
am to accompany you wherever you go, and you
are to introduce me everywhere as your solicitor.
Mr. S. Sir, you are not in the least like a solicitor.
You are a ridiculously dressed person. You
are like nothing in the world but what you are—a[Pg 158]
private detective. I desire to press hardly on no
fellow-creature, but you are a spy! that base and
utterably abject thing—a spy!
Fitz. Mr. Smailey, when you complain that you
find my society irksome, you have my profoundest
sympathy; I find it so myself. When you revile
my profession, my sentiments are entirely in accord,
for I have the very poorest opinion of it. But
when you imply that I don’t look the character I
undertake to represent, why then, sir, you touch the
private detective on the most sensitive part of his
moral anatomy. I’m not a blameless character, but
if I undertook to personate the Archbishop of Canterbury
I believe I should look the part, and my
conversation would be found to be in keeping with
the character.
Mr. S. Pray, silence; oh, pray, pray, silence.
You shock me inexpressibly. It is most painful to
me to have to resort to your assistance. My son,
my dear son, has engaged himself to marry Mrs.
Van Brugh’s daughter. I have lately had reason to
believe that there is something discreditable in Mrs.
Van Brugh’s marriage relations, though I do not
know its precise nature. You tell me that you
have a certain clew to this flaw, though you decline
to tell me what it is until your proofs are matured.
Well, sir, the Smaileys are a very old and very
famous family. Caius Smaileius came over with
Julius Cæsar; his descendants have borne an
untarnished scutcheon for eighteen hundred years.[Pg 159]
In its interest I am bound to employ you, and upon
your own most exacting terms, though I can not
think of your contemptible calling without a feeling
of the most profound abhorrence.
Fitz. Sir, I am heartily ashamed of it.
Mr. S. You are a professional impostor; a hired
lie.
Fitz. It is too true. I not only lie myself, but I
am the cause of lying in others.
Mr. S. For the lies that have to be told in
accounting for you I hold you entirely responsible.
I wish that to be understood. I wash my hands of
them altogether, and, when I think of the deep,
deliberate, and utterly indefensible falsehoods that
I have had to utter on your behalf, I tremble for
your future—I tremble for your future.
Fitz. Unselfish man.
Mr. S. As for the preposterous terms you have
dictated——
Fitz. Terms! I have insured to myself the unbroken
enjoyment of your desirable society for six
weeks, and believe me, when I say that if I had
been acquainted with the inexpressible charms of
the most fascinating woman that ever shed a light
upon the private detective’s thorny path, I wouldn’t
have undertaken the job, no, not even for a lifetime
of your society!
Enter Mrs. Van Brugh.
Mrs. V. B. Good morning, Mr. Smailey. I am[Pg 160]
sorry to have kept you waiting. (Aside) That
absurd little man with him again. (Aloud) Good
morning, Mr.——
Fitz. Fitz Partington.
Mrs. V. B. Fitz Partington, of course.
Fitz. (aside). She might remember my name. I
can’t conceive any circumstances under which I
could forget hers!
Mr. S. Mr. Fitz Partington is entirely in my confidence.
I brought him, because I believed that his
familiarity with legal forms might assist us in our
interview. You can speak without reserve before
Mr. Fitz Partington. (Aside to Fitz.) A lie, sir!
Another lie, from first to last!
Mrs. V. B. I suppose the facts will come before
Mr. Fitz Partington when they are decided on.
The steps by which they are arrived at will only
bore him. I’m sure Mr. Partington won’t be angry
with me, when I ask him to amuse himself in the
next room until preliminaries are arranged.
Fitz. Mrs. Van Brugh, I have made it a part of
my moral code to step without hesitation into any
apartment you may think fit to indicate.[Exit.
Mrs. V. B. Now, Mr. Smailey, about these settlements.
I will tell you at once what I propose to do.
My income is, as you know, a very large one—much
larger than any one would suppose who
judges from the quietness of my mode of life. I
am an odd woman, and I spend my money in my
own way. I have very many claims upon it, and,[Pg 161]
although I wish to deal handsomely with my darling
Eve, I must not disappoint those who have
counted upon me for some years past. To come to
the point, I propose to settle my Buckinghamshire
farm upon her, on the usual terms of a marriage
settlement. I don’t know the technical expression—but
on the usual terms.
Mr. S. The Buckinghamshire farm, yes. Thank
you. I forget whether that is the leasehold or the
freehold farm, for you have two.
Mrs. V. B. You mustn’t ask me. Your solicitor
knows. It’s worth £500 a year, and that, I suppose,
is the main point.
Mr. S. Not altogether; the difference in value
may be prodigious. Have you a copy of the will?
Mrs. V. B. No. I never saw the will.
Mr. S. Never saw the will? I think I have a
copy of it at home—with your permission, I will
go and fetch it, and the matter can be decided at
once.
Mrs. V. B. Do, by all means. I only know that
my property is all my own, and that I can do what
I like with it; and I assure you, Mr. Smailey, I
avail myself of the privilege.
Mr. S. You do indeed. And that reminds me,
Mrs. Van Brugh, that I am anxious to speak to you
on another topic—a topic of a singularly painful
character. I will endeavor, Mrs. Van Brugh, to
approach it as delicately as possible.
Mrs. V. B. Indeed! (Alarmed.) You rouse my[Pg 162]
curiosity, Mr. Smailey. Does it—does it refer in
any way to myself?
Mr. S. Directly to yourself.
Mrs. V. B. (much alarmed). May I ask in what
way?
Mr. S. As I said before, it is a most difficult
subject to approach, and I would willingly spare
you. Give me a moment to think how I can best
put it to you.
Mrs. V. B. Pray have no hesitation in telling me
what it is. (With half-disguised emotion.) Does it—does
it refer in any way to my—to my past life,
for instance? (With affected cheerfulness.)
Mr. S. It does refer to incidents in your past
life. To many incidents in general, and to one
incident in particular.
Mrs. V. B. For Heaven’s sake, sir, be explicit.
Speak out, I implore you. (With suppressed agitation.)
Mr. S. You seem strangely agitated, Mrs. Van
Brugh.
Mrs. V. B. No, no; I am ill and nervous to-day.
Your manner is rather alarming. (With affected
cheerfulness.) You know I’m a very bad hand at
guessing riddles, Mr. Smailey. Come, what is it?
I give it up. (He hesitates.) Why have you any
hesitation in telling me?
Mr. S. Because it involves a particularly delicate
moral point. (She is much agitated.) God bless
me, you seem very much alarmed.
[Pg 163]
Mrs. V. B. (with determination). Mr. Smailey,
once and for all, I insist upon knowing what it is.
Mr. S. Well, then, to be quite plain with you, it
is currently reported in the village that you have
taken a miserable woman from the streets and
established her in the character of a respectable
workwoman within a hundred yards of this spot.
(Mrs. Van Brugh, whose agitation and alarm have
been intense, is greatly relieved.) Moreover, I have
been informed that you have, for some years past,
been in the habit of searching out women of bad
character who profess penitence, with the view of
enabling them to earn their living in the society of
blameless Christians.
Mrs. V. B. I have.
Mr. S. I tell you at once that I am loath to
believe this thing.
Mrs. V. B. (with indignant surprise). Why are
you loath to believe this thing?
Mr. S. Why? (Rises.) Because its audacity, its
want of principle, and, above all, its unspeakable
indelicacy, shock me beyond the power of expression.
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Smailey, is it possible that you
are speaking deliberately? Think of any blameless
woman whom you love and honor, and who is loved
and honored of all. Think of the shivering outcast
whose presence is contamination, whose touch is
horror unspeakable, whose very existence is an
unholy stain on God’s earth. Woman—loved,[Pg 164]
honored, courted by all. Woman—shunned,
loathed, and unutterably despised, but still—Woman.
I do not plead for those whose advantages
of example and education render their fall
ten thousand times more culpable. Let others
speak for such as they. (With a broken voice.)—It
may be that something is to be said, even for
them. I plead for those who have had the world
against them from the first—who with blunted
weapons and untutored hands have fought society
single-handed, and fallen in the unequal fight. God
help them!
Mr. S. Mrs. Van Brugh, I have no desire to
press hardly on any fellow-creature, but society,
the grand arbiter in these matters, has decided
that a woman who has once forfeited her moral
position shall never regain it.
Mrs. V. B. Even though her repentance be sincere
and beyond doubt?
Mr. S. Even so.
Mrs. V. B. Even though she fell unprotected,
unadvised, perishing with want and chilled with
despair?
Mr. S. Even so. For such a woman there is no
excuse—for such a woman there is no pardon.
Mrs. V. B. You mean no pardon on earth?
Mr. S. Of course I mean no pardon on earth.
What can I have to do with pardon elsewhere?
Mrs. V. B. Nothing. Mr. Smailey, when you
have procured the will, I shall be ready to see you;[Pg 165]
but before you go let me tell you that I am inexpressibly
shocked and pained at the terrible theory
you have advanced. (He endeavors to speak.) Oh,
understand me, I do not charge you with exceptional
heartlessness. You represent the opinions
of society, and society is fortunate in its mouthpiece.
Heaven teaches that there is a pardon for
every penitent. Earth teaches that there is one
sin for which there is no pardon—when the sinner
is a woman!
(Ruth has entered. She is quietly and decently
dressed, and carries a parcel of needlework
in her hand.)
Mr. S. (aside). Mrs. Van Brugh, pray be quiet;
we are observed.
Mrs. V. B. By the subject of our conversation.[Exit Mrs. Van Brugh.
Ruth. I beg pardon—I thought the lady was
alone. (Going.)
Mr. S. Stop, woman. (She turns and advances.)
Don’t—don’t approach me—we have nothing in
common. Listen at a distance. Mrs. Van Brugh
has thought proper to place you on a pedestal that
levels you, socially, with respectable Christians. In
so doing, I consider that she has insulted respectable
Christians. She thinks proper to suffer you
to enter my presence. In so doing I consider that
she has insulted me. I desire you to understand
that when a woman of your stamp enters the
presence of a Christian gentleman, she——
[Pg 166]
Ruth. (who has been looking at him in wonder
during this speech). Smailey! That’s never you!
(Mr. S. falls back in his chair.)
Ruth. Ay, Smailey, it’s Ruth Tredgett.
Mr. S. (very confused). I did not know whom I
was speaking to.
Ruth. But you knowed what you was speakin’
to, Jonas Smailey. Go on. I’m kinder curous to
hear what you’ve got to say about a woman o’ my
stamp. I’m kinder curous to hear wot Jonas
Smailey’s got to say about his own work.
Mr. S. We meet in a strange way after so many
years.
Ruth. Yes; we do meet in a strange way. Seems
to me it’s suthin’ of a topsy-turvy way. But it’s a
topsy-turvy world, ain’t it?
Mr. S. (recovering himself with bland dignity).
I have no desire to press hardly on any fellow-creature——
Ruth. (quietly). Come, that’s kind, anyhow.
Mr. S. Perhaps, after all, you were not entirely
to blame.
Ruth. Well, p’raps not.
Mr. S. Perhaps I myself was not altogether
without reproach in the matter. But in my case
allowance should, in common charity, be made for
follies that arise from extreme youth and—and inexperience.
I was barely forty then.
Ruth. And I was just sixteen. Well, I forgive
you, along o’ your youth, as I hope to be forgiven
along o’ my childhood.
[Pg 167]
Mr. S. (rises). The tone you adopt is in the
worst possible taste. The misguided lady who has
taken upon herself, most wickedly, to foist you
upon society, has committed a fraud, which——
Ruth. Stop there, Smailey! You’re getting on
dangerous ground. Best leave that lady alone.
She’s a bit chipped off heaven—she’s good right
through. She’s—she’s—I’m slow at findin’
words that mean goodness. My words run mostly
the other way, wus luck. If I had to tell o’ you,
Smailey, they’d come handy and strong. I can’t
find words that mean her!
Mr. S. I have no wish to be hard on you, but it
is a fraud, and——
Ruth. Fraud? Fraud’s a bad word to come
from you, Smailey. I’d ha’ thought you’d ha’ fought
shy o’ that word, for the rest o’ your days.
Mr. S. (taken aback). I don’t know what you
refer to.
Ruth. I’m referrin’ to Martha Vane of Melbourne.
What, yer recklect Martha Vane, do yer?
Mr. S. Martha Vane! Yes, I remember Vane.
Pooh! There is nothing to connect me with that
matter.
Ruth. Nothing? I’ve writin’ of yours which is
fourteen year, if it’s a day.
Mr. S. And do you mean to say that you would
be guilty of such inhumanity—such devilish inhumanity
(I use the word “devilish” in its religious
sense) as to bring up an act of youthful folly—[Pg 168]guilt
if you will—against me now that I have
achieved wealth, reputation, and social position?
Ruth. No, you’re safe, Smailey. Bring it up
agin yer now? Why, you may have repented, who
knows? You was a bad lot, sure enough, but that’s
twenty years agone, and you may ha’ repented.
Mr. S. I have; I’m an altered person—I—I—will
make it well worth your while to give me
up that writing you refer to. I will pay you very
handsomely for it.
Ruth. Pay! no; I ain’t on that lay. I’m square
now. I’m a ’spectable woman. I only takes
money wot I earns. It comes slow, but it comes
comfortable.
Mr. S. Your sentiments do you credit. I confess
I did not look for such delicacy of feeling in
you; it exalts one’s idea of human nature. I am
thankful for any thing that exalts one’s idea of
human nature. Thank you, Tredgett. Give me
these papers.
Ruth. No; I’m ’spectable, but I ain’t a fool. I’ll
keep ’em, case I want ’em.
Mr. S. As you please. Remember, Tredgett, I
am a person of influence here, and a county
magistrate——
Ruth. What, d’you sit at quarter sessions?
Mr. S. Certainly.
Ruth. And sentence poor prigs?
Mr. S. Yes. Why do you ask?
Ruth. Nothing; go on—it’s all topsy-turvy!
[Pg 169]
Mr. S. I shall be happy if I can serve you in
any way. I shall always be glad to hear that you
are doing well, and I feel certain that the admirable
lady who has so kindly taken you in hand will have
no reason to regret her charity. It is easy to fall,
and hard to rise again—Heaven bless those who
extend a helping hand. I am very glad indeed
that we have met. I’ve no wish to press hardly on
any fellow-creature.[Exit.
Ruth. Jonas Smailey! Smailey here! Things
come about queerly. I seed him last at t’other end
o’ the world, and to meet him here! Who’s that?
(Fitz Partington has entered unobserved on tiptoe,
and tapped her on the shoulder.)
Fitz. Come here. (Taking out note-book.) Your
name’s Ruth Tredgett?
Ruth. (surprised). Ay.
Fitz. What are you?
Ruth. A ’spectable woman. Wot are you?
Fitz. A detective.
Ruth. (falling back horrified). Wot’s it for?
Fitz. Nothing. You ain’t wanted, but your
address is.
Ruth. I’m living at Barker’s in the village.
Fitz. Present occupation?
Ruth. Needlewoman.
Fitz. Late occupation?
Ruth. Tramp. There’s nothin’ agin me?
Fitz. Nothing against you, every thing for you;
even this half-crown.
[Pg 170]
Ruth. I don’t like p’leece money. I never took
none yet, I ain’t a goin’ to begin now. I wish yer
good day. I don’t like p’leece money.[Exit.
Fitz. I’m not a policeman, I’m a private detective;
but we won’t split hairs. (Pockets coin.) I
thought Smailey was my man, now I’m sure of it.
Ha! ha! Now, Smailey has a game. The question
is, what is it? He says it’s his scutcheon, but
that is Walker, because his father was a wig-maker.
However, it’s quite clear that, whatever his game
may be, it is my duty to put that inestimable
woman on her guard.
Enter Mrs. Van Brugh.
Mrs. V. B. Has not Mr. Smailey returned?
Fitz. No, ma’am, he has not. (He shows traces
of emotion.)
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Fitz Partington, is any thing the
matter?
Fitz. Ma’am, you have come upon me in a
moment of professional conscientiousness. Avail
yourself of it, for such moments are rare and
fleeting. Beware of Smailey.
Mrs. V. B. What in the world do you mean?
Fitz. I mean that he is endeavoring to prove
that—that you were not legally married to Captain
Van Brugh.
Mrs. V. B. (intensely agitated). Mr. Fitz Partington,
you can not be aware of the full import of
your words. What can be Mr. Smailey’s motive
for making these preposterous inquiries?
[Pg 171]
Fitz. That’s just what I want to get at. In a
general way it’s sure to be something dirty. Perhaps
he thinks that the property you inherit from
Captain Van Brugh isn’t legally yours, and,
therefore, can’t be settled by you on your daughter.
Mrs. V. B. But I inherited very little indeed
from Captain Van Brugh. The bulk of my
property was left me by my godfather.
Fitz. Then I’m wrong. But does Smailey know
this?
Mrs. V. B. Know it! Why, of course he knows
it. He’s my godfather’s nephew, and next-of-kin.
Fitz. What! His next-of-kin? Next-of-kin is a
fruitful expression. I see a whole plantation of
motives cropping out of “next-of-kin.” Have you
a copy of the will?
Mrs. V. B. No. But Mr. Smailey has—indeed
he has gone to fetch it.
Fitz. Can you tell me the terms of the legacy?
Mrs. V. B. No, not precisely. I have never
seen the will. My solicitor has told me its purport
in general terms.
Fitz. Are you referred to in that will by your
married or maiden name?
Mrs. V. B. Oh, by my maiden name.
Fitz. You are sure of that?
Mrs. V. B. Quite sure. At least, I feel quite
sure. I can’t be absolutely certain, but—oh, yes;
I am sure of it.
Fitz. What was the date of the will?
[Pg 172]
Mrs. V. B. 1856.
Fitz. What was the year of your marriage?
Mrs. V. B. (after a pause). 1856.
Fitz. My dear Mrs. Van Brugh, this is most
important. The news of your marriage might or
might not have reached the testator in Australia.
If there is any flaw in your marriage, and if you
are described in that will as Captain Van Brugh’s
wife, every penny you possess will revert to
Smailey. Now, Smailey is a scoundrel.
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Fitz Partington, pray explain
yourself.
Fitz. In the full conviction that what I am going
to say will be treated as confidential, I will explain
myself. I’m after Smailey. Smailey will soon be
wanted.
Mrs. V. B. This is scarcely an explanation.
Fitz. Scarcely an explanation. Twenty years
ago, when in Australia, Smailey forged a burial-certificate
to get some trust-funds into his possession.
The job was given to our house to investigate,
only six weeks ago. Two days after, who
should come to us for a detective to inquire into
your affairs but Smailey, so we put the two jobs
together, and I’m doing ’em both.
Mrs. V. B. But how is it that a gentleman in
your profession——
Fitz. A gentleman! Mrs. Van Brugh, for reasons
that will go down with me to the tomb, I am
humbly and hopelessly anxious to stand high in[Pg 173]
your good opinion. Appreciate my disinterestedness,
when I voluntarily tell you that which will
blight me in your estimation for ever. You think
I’m an eminent solicitor. I ain’t; I’m the
insignificant minion of a Private Inquiry Office.
Mrs. V. B. But you were introduced to me as a
solicitor.
Fitz. It is a tantalizing feature of my contemptible
calling, that I am continually being introduced
as somebody I should particularly like to be. In
the course of the last twelve months, I’ve been
a Spanish Hidalgo, a Colonel of Hussars, an
Ashantee Nobleman, and a Bishop of the Greek
Church. What was the date of your marriage?
Mrs. V. B. Some time in February, ’56 (with
hesitation).
Fitz. Day?
Mrs. V. B. The—the 30th.
Fitz. The 30th? Try again. Never more than
twenty-nine days in February—seldom that.
Mrs. V. B. I forget the exact date.
Fitz. Where were you married, and by whom?
Mrs. V. B. By—by (after some hesitation)—Sir,
by your own admission you are a mere spy. How
am I to know that you are not asking these
questions with a view to using them against me?
Fitz. (much hurt). Ma’am, may you never know
the depth of the wound you have inflicted. It will
canker, ma’am, but don’t be alarmed, it shall not
inconvenience you, for I will remove it from your[Pg 174]
sight. When we meet again, you will find me in
the assumed character of a person who has not had
his best feelings harrowed up for a considerable
time. It will be a difficult assumption, ma’am, but
I will do my best to sustain the fiction.[Exit.
Mrs. V. B. At last! at last my punishment is at
hand. And Eve—great heavens, what will become
of her? Eve—who loves and honors me—Eve,
my child! I mustn’t think of that. It will
madden me. I shall want all my head for what is
to come! If news of this—marriage of mine
(with a bitter laugh) had reached my godfather, he
would have described me in his will as Captain
Van Brugh’s wife, and then I am lost, and Eve is
lost. Oh, why don’t that man come. This suspense
is terrible. At last! He’s here!
Enter Eve and Fred with Dr. Athelney.
Eve. Mr. Smailey has returned with the will.
Frederick has been explaining to me the difference
between freehold and leasehold, and you don’t
know how anxious I am to know which it is.
Fred. Eve, Eve, this is very mercenary.
Enter Smailey.
Mr. S. Mrs. Van Brugh, I am most happy to tell
you that it is every thing that could be wished. My
dear Mrs. Van Brugh, the Buckinghamshire farm is
freehold. Here is the clause which refers to it:
(Reads very deliberately.) After giving you West[Pg 175]land
Park, the Blackfriars estate, and the two
reversions, the testator goes on to say, “And I further
will and bequeathe all that messuage known
as Goldacre Farm, together with all out-houses,
ways, watercourses, trees, commonable rights,
easements and appurtenances, and all the estate
and rights of the said Richard Goldacre in and to
the same, unto and to the use of the said Catherine
Ellen, wife of Richard Van Brugh, Esq., a captain
in the Royal Navy, her heirs and assigns
forever.”
(Mrs. Van Brugh falls senseless into a chair, her daughter bending over her.)
ACT III.
Scene: Morning room in Smailey’s house. Door
at back, giving on to a pretty garden.
Frederick discovered sealing a letter.
Fred. “Your eternally attached Frederick.” If
there was any flaw in Mrs. Van Brugh’s marriage,
as my father seems to suspect—and his suspicions
are corroborated by her astonishing behavior on
his reading her godfather’s will—then Mrs. Van
Brugh is penniless—and Eve is penniless too.
Poor little lady. I’m afraid I shall have to cry off.
I’m sorry for the poor child, because I’m sure she
is fond of me. I’m sorry for myself, because I’m[Pg 176]
sure I’m fond of her. But when a man proposes
to marry, he must not allow himself to be misled by
his affections. As far as Eve is concerned I see
no difficulty. She is a tender-hearted and sensitive
little thing, heaven bless her, and can be easily
shaken off. But my poor old father; how indignant
he will be if I dare to suggest what he would
consider a dishonorable course! Why, if he
thought me capable of breaking a solemn engagement
for a mercenary motive, he’d disown me!
No, I must rest my excuse on a surer ground. I
must touch his sense of family pride. I must remind
him of the blight that would fall on our race,
if I intermarried with a tainted family. A really
good man does a deal of harm in the world. One
has to stoop to so much dirty dissimulation before
one can meet him on equal terms.
Enter Mr. Smailey.
Mr. S.} Frederick, I want to speak seriously—
Fred.} Father, I want to speak seriously——
Mr. S. Eh?
Fred. I beg your pardon.
Mr. S. I was about to say that I want to speak
to you on a most serious and important matter.
Fred. Dear me, that’s very odd! Do you know
I was about to say the very same thing! I am
most anxious to speak to you on a most serious
and most important matter. Excuse me for one
moment, while I give this note to Robins.
[Pg 177]
Mr. S. Whom are you writing to?
Fred. To my darling, of course?[Exit.
Mr. S. To his darling! Poor lad! He’s a noble
fellow! No mercenary thought in connection with
the girl has ever entered his head! But he must
never marry her. Every thing points to the fact
that Mrs. Van Brugh’s marriage was illegal, and,
if so, her daughter is portionless. Thank Heaven!
his sense of moral rectitude is so high that when
he knows that her mother’s conduct is open to
suspicion he may feel bound to dissociate himself
from her. Ah, it is a pleasant and a goodly thing
when a parent finds that the strict principles he
has instilled into his offspring are bearing golden
fruit on which they both may feed!
Enter Frederick.
Mr. S. (aside).} How shall I break it to him?
Fred. (aside).} How shall I begin?
Fred. Now I’m at your disposal.
Mr. S. Frederick, my dear lad, this life of ours is
made up of hopes frustrated, and cherished schemes
brought to nothing.
Fred. Very true. A man who places himself
under the sweet dominion of his conscience, must
not count on the fulfillment of even his most innocent
intentions.
Mr. S. Unforeseen circumstances occasionally
arise that render it almost criminal to carry out an
otherwise laudable purpose.
[Pg 178]
Fred. For instance: a discovery that a contemplated
act would, if carried out, bring dishonor on
a long line of ancestors.
Mr. S. Or give an implied sanction to a discreditable,
if not an immoral, relationship. Events
might occur which would justify him in breaking
the most solemn pledge.
Fred. Justify him! I can conceive a state of
things under which he would be morally bound to
cast his most sacred obligations to the wind.
Mr. S. My dear boy!
Fred. My dear father! (They shake hands.)
Mr. S. Now Fred, this is what I was coming to,
my boy. We are the last descendants of a very
noble family.
Fred. So I have often heard you say. And that
reminds me to mention a matter, upon which I
have long desired to talk to you——
Mr. S. (interrupting). I am free to admit that I
am proud of my ancestry.
Fred. My dear father, the safe-keeping of their
honor is my dearest aim. And, talking of my
ancestors’ honor, reminds me——
Mr. S. (interrupting). If Caius Smaileius heard
that one of his race was about to marry, for
instance, into a tainted family, I believe the
doughty old Roman would turn in his tumulus!
Fred. What you say about a tainted family is so
true, that I venture——
Mr. S. My dear Fred, it’s no use beating about[Pg 179]
the bush. The girl you are engaged to—as good
a girl as ever lived, is (there is no use in disguising
it) a member of a tainted family. (Fred turns
from Smailey.) It is therefore my duty to urge
upon you, as the last of our line, the propriety, the
necessity, of releasing Eve from her engagement.
(Frederick appears hurt and indignant.) I know
I am asking much, very much, of you. I know
how tenderly you love the girl; but a flaw, my dear
Fred, and you a Smailey! My boy, it is impossible.
Fred. (in affected indignation). Am I to understand
that you require me to surrender my darling
Eve. Never! With all possible respect for your
authority—Never!
Mr. S. But, Fred, remember, my boy, remember,
her mother has committed a faux pas of some kind.
Fred. It would certainly seem so; but I have
given my word, and it is my duty to keep it.
Mr. S. What is duty to the living compared with
duty to the dead. Think what your ancestors have
done for you. And are we to neglect our duty to
them, because they can do no more for us? Oh!
shame, shame!
Fred. (with apparent reluctance). There is much
truth in what you say, still——
Mr. S. To marry into such a family as hers, now
that we know the truth, would be, as it were, to
countenance her guilt.
Fred. I can not deny it. Nevertheless, I——
[Pg 180]
Mr. S. Would it be just—would it be moral to
do this?
Fred. No, no; I see it now.
Mr. S. Show yourself to be a man of moral courage.
As for what the world will say, do the right
thing, my boy, and let them say what they please.
Fred. (after a pause). Father, you are right. As
a moral man I have no alternative but to comply
with your wish. At any cost it must be done—at
any cost it shall be done!
Mr. S. That’s right, my dear, dear boy; and you
shall find that you have lost little by your determination.
And now that that’s settled, let us enter
into your affairs. What was it that you wanted to
speak to me so seriously about just now?
Fred. I? Oh, dear no.
Mr. S. But surely, you said——
Fred. Oh, to be sure! I—oh, it’s not of the
least consequence.
Mr. S. Something about poor little Eve, wasn’t it?
Fred. Yes; about poor little Eve. How little do
we know what five minutes may bring forth! I was
actually going to consult you about fixing a day for
our wedding. (Wiping his eyes.)
Mr. S. My poor boy, you have behaved nobly.
You are a true Smailey.
Fred. (taking his hand). I hope it is not presumptuous
in me, but I sometimes think I am.
Mr. S. I have wounded you deeply. Let me
compensate you by telling you a more pleasant[Pg 181]
piece of news. I have discovered Fitz Partington’s
clew.
Fred. Indeed! I am rejoiced to hear it.
Mr. S. Yes. Mrs. Van Brugh told me on Tuesday
that she had never actually seen her godfather’s
will. So I felt it to be my duty to make an excuse
for reading aloud that part of the will in which she
is particularly described. I did so, and she fainted.
Now, my dear Fred, what does this point to?
Fred. I should say bigamy.
Mr. S. You would say bigamy, and so should I.
I suggested this to Fitz Partington, and he seemed
amazed at my penetration. We laid our heads together,
and, at his suggestion, I drew up this advertisement.
(Hands MS. advertisement, which he has
taken from table-drawer.)
Fred. (reads). £50 Reward. This sum will be
paid for a true copy of the burial certificate of the
first wife of the late Captain Van Brugh, R.N.
She is known to have died at Melbourne within the
last eight years. Are you sure Fitz Partington is
acting straightforwardly with you?
Mr. S. Why should he do otherwise?
Fred. £50 is a large sum.
Mr. S. A large sum? If I can only establish the
fact that the first Mrs. Van Brugh died within the
last eight years, every penny of this so-called Mrs.
Van Brugh’s income—£8,000 a year at least—reverts
to me.
Fred. Then, dear me——
[Pg 182]
Mr. S. Eh?
Fred. Poor Eve will lose her settlement!
Mr. S. True; quite true. Dear me, I never
thought of that. Poor Eve!
Fred. Poor, poor Eve!
Enter Ruth.
Ruth. I’ve brought this note from my lady.
Mr. S. Oh! There may be an answer. Stay.
Ruth. (quietly). Yes; I’ll stay.
Mr. S. (reads note). Oh! Mrs. Van Brugh writes
to say that she wishes to see me this afternoon—alone. (Sits down to write.)
Fred. Alone! Oh, then—then perhaps I’d better
withdraw. (With affected emotion.)
Ruth. Ay, perhaps you better had.
(She follows him with her eyes as he goes to the
door. He seems uneasy. Then exit.)
Mr. S. There is the answer. (Finishing note.)
Ruth. Smailey; wot’s wrong about my lady?
Mr. S. Wrong?
Ruth. Ay, there’s ruin comin’ to her, and she
knows it. She’s been queer-like these two days.
I’ve come upon her cryin’ odd times, and she’s as
white as death. Wot is it, Smailey?
Mr. S. Probably a head-ache. I’m not a doctor.
Ruth. I am. It’s no head-ache—it’s heart-ache.
It’s ruin.
Mr. S. It is ruin; to her wealth, and her good
name.
[Pg 183]
Ruth. Her good name? Why, you’re never goin’
to meddle wi’ that.
Mr. S. You are deceived in your mistress. (Rises.)
I will tell you what she has been——
Ruth. Stop! I won’t hear it, Smailey, I won’t
hear it. Let bygones go by: no odds what she has
been; think wot she is; think wot you’ve been.
As I’ve dealt fair wi’ you, deal you fair wi’ her. Take
wot’s yourn, but don’t take no more.
Mr. S. My rights and her good name are bound
up together, I can not claim the one without destroying
the other. I only want what the law will give
me, if I commence proceedings.
Ruth. (changing her tone). If you commence proceedings,
wot the law will give you is fourteen
year, take my word for it. I’ve spoke fair, and no
good’s come of it, so I’ll speak foul. Look here,
Smailey, you’ve put a plot afoot to ruin my lady.
Now my lady’s got a dog, Smailey, and that dog
won’t stand no plots. Do you hear that, Smailey.
Stir hand or foot to harm that pure and spotless
creature, and sure as my lady’s dog has a set of
fangs she’ll fix them in your throat.
Mr. S. This is hard. This is very hard. Even
Mrs. Van Brugh would herself at once admit the
justice of my claim.
Ruth. Well, wait till she does.
Mr. S. (after a pause). There is a good deal of
sound common sense in what you say, Tredgett.
Still, if—if Mrs. Van Brugh should at any time[Pg 184]
make a statement of her own free will, you will
surely allow me to profit by it?
Ruth. Wotever my lady does of her own free
will is angels’ doin’, and is right accordin’.
Mr. S. (aside). Then I think I see my way.
(Aloud.) Well, Ruth, on that understanding you
have my promise.
Ruth. Promise? Your promise? Smailey, don’t
you meddle with things you don’t understand.
Promises are ticklish goods in your hands. They’re
temptin’ things to break, and you was always easy
tempted. No, no; don’t you promise. I’ll promise
this time, Smailey. I’ll promise.[Exit Ruth.
Mr. S. A sin, an early sin—a sin committed
twenty years ago, brought up against me now that
I am an honest man, and a regular church-goer!
I am absolutely bound hand and foot by it—and
to what end? For the protection of a woman who
has committed Heaven knows what offense against
morality. If this crime were to be proved against
me, what on earth would become of me? For
years I have endeavored to atone for my sin
against society by treating wrong-doers brought
before me with the strictest and most unflinching
severity. Would Society be grateful for this—Would
it even take heed of it? No; my atonement
would go for nothing—absolutely nothing.
Ah! this is a merciless world, and one in which
penitence is taken no account of. But have a care,
Mrs. Van Brugh, I’ll bide my time. You shall yet[Pg 185]
see that a sin against morality is not to be wiped
out by a few years of sentimental self-denial!
Enter Eve and Fred.
Fred. Father, I met Mrs. Van Brugh and my
darling on their way here, so I turned back with
them.
Mr. S. My dear Eve. (Kisses her. Enter Mrs.
Van Brugh.) Mrs. Van Brugh, I am very pleased
to see you. Pray sit down. You look pale; I am
afraid you are tired.
Mrs. V. B. No, I have not been very well lately.
Eve. Mamma wished to come alone, as she wants
to speak to you on business, but I wouldn’t hear
of that, as she is really very far from well, so I’ve
brought her to you, Mr. Smailey; and now I’m
going to take a turn in the garden with Fred. Dr.
Athelney is waiting for us in the arbor.
Fred. If the arbor were a consecrated arbor,
and I had a license in my pocket, we might take a
turn—in the garden—that would surprise our
dear friends.
Eve. What, without a wedding-dress and bridesmaids,
and bouquets and presents, and a breakfast?
My dear Fred, it wouldn’t be legal![Exeunt Eve and Fred into the garden.
Mrs. V. B. (after a pause). Mr. Smailey, I come
to you in great distress. On Tuesday last, a circumstance
occurred, no matter what it was, that
induced me to believe that there was a flaw—a[Pg 186]
vital flaw—in my title to all I possess. Mr. Smailey,
I haven’t a shilling in the world.
Mr. S. A shilling! My very dear lady, you
haven’t a penny.
Mrs. V. B. What! Do you know this?
Mr. S. Mrs. Van Brugh, I will be candid with
you. The Smaileys are a very, very old and very
famous family. No suspicion of a bar sinister has
ever shadowed their escutcheon. My son is betrothed
to your daughter, and I have reason to
believe that you are not entitled to the name you
bear. Therefore, in his interests, and in those of
his slumbering ancestors, I have taken steps to
ascertain the truth.
Mrs. V. B. (much agitated). What do you hope
to prove?
Mr. S. That when you went through the form
of marriage with the late Captain Van Brugh you
knew that his first wife was still alive.
Mrs. V. B. (wildly). No, no, no! Mr. Smailey,
it is bad enough, but not so bad as that. Oh, Mr.
Smailey, dismiss that fearful thought from your
mind, and I will tell you the truth I came here to
tell. It’s a bitter, bitter truth, but not so bad as
you would make it out to be.
Mr. S. What is the truth? (Sternly.)
Mrs. V. B. I—I—when I met Captain Van
Brugh—I was very young, and my mother was
dead—and— (Bursts into tears and sobs wildly, laying her
head on the table.)
[Pg 187]
Mr. S. What is the truth?
Mrs. V. B. Oh, man, man, can’t you read it in
these tears? Is there not shame enough in my
face, that you want it in shameful words. Read
what you see before you, and as you are a man
with a heart, keep my secret; oh, keep my unhappy
secret!
Mr. S. What! am I to understand that you
never even went through the form of marriage
with Captain Van Brugh?
Mrs. V. B. (under her breath). Never!
Mr. S. (after a pause). I decline to believe you.
I had hoped that it was barely possible you were
the unconscious dupe of a reckless scamp. I now
believe that you were well aware of the crime you
were committing, and you take this step to avoid
its legal consequences.
Mrs. V. B. (with forced calmness). Mr. Smailey,
I have, perhaps, no right to be indignant at this
insult; but you are mistaken—utterly mistaken.
Have you no pity, no sympathy? See, every thing
I possess is legally yours; I leave your presence
penniless. Commence an action against me, and I
will quietly yield up every thing before the case
comes into court; but, if you love your son, spare
me the shame, the intolerable shame, of a public
exposure!
Mr. S. I will spare you nothing; neither will I
take the step you suggest, nor any other step to
dispossess you. In this matter I am passive; I[Pg 188]
leave you to act as conscience may prompt you.
But understand that I will be a party to no concealment,
no subterfuge. On these terms, and on
no other, will I consent to take this property.
Mrs. V. B. (wildly). What am I to do? I can
not keep it, and I have no one to advise me!
Mr. S. I will advise you. You have sinned, and
must make atonement. There are witnesses at
hand, let them hear the truth: whatever the truth
may be, let them hear it.
Mrs. V. B. What witnesses?
Mr. S. Dr. Athelney, my dear son, Ruth Tredgett,
and your daughter.
Mrs. V. B. (wildly). No, no; not before Eve.
You can not mean that I am to say this before Eve.
Think, Mr. Smailey, what you are asking me to do.
I am her mother!
Mr. S. I desire to press hardly on no fellow-creature,
but it is meet that she should know the
truth. Indeed, as a principle, truth can not be too
widely known.
Mrs. V. B. But she knows nothing of this miserable
matter. She believes, as others believe, that
I was married abroad and that my husband died
soon after.
Mr. S. A mother seeking to deceive her own
child!
Mrs. V. B. Take every penny I possess, but for
Eve’s sake spare me this intolerable shame. I will
sign any deed you please that will convey my prop[Pg 189]erty
to you, but leave me the love and honor of
my darling child.
Mr. S. I decline to place myself in the invidious
position of one who takes steps to dispossess
a helpless lady; I also decline to be a party to any
deception. If you refuse to make the public admission
I require, you may keep your ill-gotten
wealth.
Mrs. V. B. Keep it! Why I am here, of my
own free will, to surrender into your hands my
wealth, and with it my good name!
Mr. S. I feel it to be my duty to remind you
that you have as little right to the one as to the
other.
Mrs. V. B. What shall I do—What shall I do?
If I refuse to publish my sin, this man will make
it known to the whole world.
Mr. S. No; there you wrong me. That would
be an unmanly act indeed, Miss Brandreth.
Mrs. V. B. Miss Brandreth!
Mr. S. That, I presume, is your name. Pardon
me, but now that I know the truth, I could not
conscientiously call you Mrs. Van Brugh. It
would be a lie. For the future I shall call you
Miss Brandreth, but—I shall systematically withhold
my reasons for so doing.
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Smailey, think what you are compelling
me to do. I have sinned, and for many
years I have unceasingly endeavored to atone for
that sin. Blessed with an ample fortune, I have[Pg 190]
devoted four-fifths of it to the rescue of the unhappiest
among unhappy women. In my search
for them I have waded, year after year, through the
foulest depths of misery and disgrace, with ears
and eyes outraged at every turn. In the face of
galling rebuke and insult unspeakable, in the face
of cold ridicule and insolent misconstruction, I have
held on to the task I set myself, and through the
mercy of heaven—the infinite mercy of heaven—I
have succeeded. I have no desire to speak of
these things, and to no other man would I utter
them. But you talk to me of atonement; and have
I not atoned? Oh! have I not atoned?
Mr. S. See how the deeds and words of these
last years show in the fierce light you have just
thrown upon them. You have lost no opportunity
of rebuking my hardness of heart because I can not
pardon an act of immorality. See from what a
foul and muddy source your own forgiveness springs.
You have taunted me with my severity towards
wrong-doers. See from what an interested motive
your own leniency arises. You have publicly
assailed my want of charity. Had I the control of
another man’s income my charities might perhaps
outvie your own. In one word, if you retain your
social position, you are morally an impostor. If
you retain my property, you are morally——
Mrs. V. B. (interrupting him). Enough! You
have spoken, and I know you now. I can see through
those cold hard eyes down into the cold hard heart[Pg 191]
from which they take their tone. I read there the
stony creed, “A woman who has once fallen shall
never rise again.” So let it be. You are strong—for
you have the world on your side. I am weak—for
I am alone. If I am to die this moral death,
it shall be by my own hand. They shall hear the
truth. (Eve and Frederick have appeared at the
door; she turns and sees them; they are followed by
Dr. Athelney and Edward.) Come here, Eve;
come here, Dr. Athelney; all of you come here.
(Eve comes forward and kneels at her mother’s feet.)
Eve, my darling, my pet—Eve dear, kiss me.
Kiss me again and again—my child, my child!
Kiss me now, for you may never kiss me again.
Dr. Athelney, you love me, I know. Edward, my
dear old friend, listen while I tell you what manner
of woman you have loved——
Ruth. (rushing forward). No, no, mistress, you
mustn’t say it, don’t, don’t speak it; for the love of
mercy don’t speak it. As I’m a sinful woman, it’ll
be worse than death to me.
Mrs. V. B. I must go on to the end. Do you
know on what kind of thing you have lavished the
treasure of your love? You have lavished it on a
fallen woman—an unhappy creature, who has committed
that one sin for which on earth there is no
atonement—no forgiveness. You think of me as
Captain Brugh’s widow; God forgive me, I never
was his wife!
[Pg 192]
(Ruth recoils from her with an exclamation of
horror. Eve falls senseless into Edward’s
arms. Smailey and Frederick watch the
group from a corner of the stage.)
ACT IV.
Scene: Library at Dr. Athelney’s.
Mrs. Van Brugh discovered seated, reading letters.
Mrs. V. B. “The Rev. Mr. Twemlow presents
his compliments to Mrs. Van Brugh, and begs to
return her annual subscription of fifty guineas to the
Fund for providing Shelter for the Homeless Poor.
He does not feel justified, under the circumstances,
in accepting any aid from Mrs. Van Brugh on their
behalf. With respect to the living to which Mrs.
Van Brugh has recently presented Mr. Twemlow, he
desires that she may understand that, if he consents
to retain it, it is because he feels that it affords him
a more extended sphere of spiritual usefulness than
the curacy he has hitherto held.” (Opens another
letter.) “We, the aged occupants of the Locroft
Almshouses, are humbly pained and respectfully
shocked at the disclosures that have recently been
made with reference to Miss Brandreth’s relations
with the late Captain Van Brugh. We trust that
it is unnecessary for us to add that, if it were not
that the Almshouses pass at once from Miss Bran[Pg 193]dreth’s
hands into those of an upright and stainless
Christian, whom it is an honor respectfully to know
and a satisfaction humbly to profit by, we would
not have consented to occupy them for another
day; we would rather have worked for our living.
Signed.” (Opens another letter.)
“Honored Madam,
“We shall feel greatly flattered and obliged if
you will kindly afford us a sitting for your photograph
at your earliest convenience.
“We are, Honored Madam,
“With much esteem,
“Most respectfully yours,
“Scumley & Ripp.”
When these people address me, I am degraded
indeed! My name a word of reproach in every
household in the country; my story a thing to be
whispered and hinted at, but not to be openly discussed,
by reason of its very shame. My years of
atonement held to be mere evidences of skillfully
sustained hypocrisy. Myself a confessed counterfeit,
a base and worthless imposition, a living fraud
on the immaculate beings with whom I dared to
surround myself. And Ruth—Ruth, to whom my
heart opened—even Ruth has left me. Poor blind,
wayward woman, you are of the world, worldly;
your idol is shattered, and there is the end. So let
it be; it is meet that such as I should be alone!
[Pg 194]
Enter Eve, who has overheard the last few
lines. She approaches her mother quietly,
and places her arms round her neck.
Eve. Mamma, you have many kind friends left
to you; Dr. Athelney, who has given you a home;
Edward and myself.
Mrs. V. B. A daughter’s love comes of honor.
Can that love live without the honor that gives it
sustenance?
Eve. Mamma, I am very young, and I know little
of the world and its ways. Will you forgive me if
I speak foolishly? Dear mamma, I think my love
for you began with my life. It was born with me,
and came of no other cause than that you are my
mother. As I brought it with me into the world,
so I believe I shall take it with me out of the
world. Do you understand me? I mean, that if I
had no other reason for loving than that you are
my mother, I should still love you, for I am your
child.
Mrs. V. B. A child to whom I have given a life
that is worse than death; a life that brings with it
a curse that will be flung in your teeth by all who
know you, and first of all, and above all, by him
who was to have married you.
Eve. No, no; your bitter sorrow has made you
unjust. Remember, he loves me. I do not know
why he loves me, but whatever he saw in me to
love is there still. I am not changed, and why
should he change? I trust his heart as I trust my
own.
[Pg 195]
Mrs. V. B. Eve, I know the world too well.
That man will visit my fault upon you. He will
renounce you now, my poor child, and the world
will say he is right.
Eve. I will believe this when I hear it from his
own lips.
Mrs. V. B. You will hear it to-day. It is part
of the punishment of women who sin as I have
sinned, that those who are dearest to them shall
suffer with them. See how I am punished. I
have placed a mark of shame on you whom I
love beyond all on earth. I have inflicted a lasting
injury on you whom I would have died to serve. I
have cursed you whom I would have blessed. I have
degraded you whom I would have exalted. Eve, my
darling—out of my sin has come your love for me.
I have no claim to that love. I have cheated you
into honoring me; for that honor comes of my sin.
I do not ask for love—I do not ask for honor.
Humbled, unworthy, and spirit-broken, I plead to
you for pardon—only for pardon. (Kneels to Eve.)
Eve. Pardon! My mother—my gentle-hearted
mother. There is no thought in my mind but of
the perfect woman of the past eighteen years. The
luster of those years fills my world. I can see
nothing else; I will see nothing else. As you have
always been to me, so shall you always be—the
type of gentle charity, tender helpfulness, brave,
large-hearted womanly sympathy. When the bright
light of those bygone years pales in my eyes, then[Pg 196]
let me suffer ten times the sorrow of to-day, for
indeed I shall have deserved it. (She rises and they
embrace.)
Enter Fitz Partington cautiously, l.
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Fitz Partington?
Fitz. Yes, but don’t be alarmed. If it is open
to a person in my debased position to be regarded
as a friend, regard me as one.
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Fitz Partington, I did you an
injustice when I saw you last—I doubted you.
Will you forgive me? (Holding out her hand.)
Fitz. (much affected, takes it). Ma’am, this is the
most unprofessional moment of my career. No
one ever apologized to me before. It is very unmanning.
It is like having a tooth out. I hope
no one will ever apologize to me again.
Eve. Have you brought us any news, Mr. Fitz
Partington? I am sure you are here for some kind
purpose.
Fitz. It is my fate to appear continually before
you in the character of the Mysterious Warner of
penny romance. Mrs. Van Brugh, once more,
beware of Smailey. That abject man is going at
you again.
Mrs. V. B. Has he not done with me yet? Can
I be poorer than I am—or more unhappy—or
more despised?
Fitz. He proposes to make you so, but he will
be sold.
[Pg 197]
Eve. But with what motive does he do this?
Fitz. Revenge. To adapt the words of the
poet to Smailey’s frame of mind, “Revenge is
sweet, especially on women.”
Mrs. V. B. Revenge on me! Through him,
whom I have never injured, I have lost my home,
my fortune, and my good name, and he seeks
revenge on me?
Fitz. Mrs. Van Brugh, if it is a source of pain
to you to know that your friends have cut you, it
may console you to know, that in their strict impartiality
they have also cut him. He is hooted in
the streets. His windows are a public cockshy.
Nobody is at home to him, and though he is at
home to everybody, it is to no purpose. The very
tradesmen refuse to supply him. He is a desolate,
and a hungry being, and nobody calls on him except
the taxes.
Eve. I fear, Mr. Fitz Partington, that you may
yourself have suffered from your association with
this man.
Fitz. (to Eve). I? I believe you! Why I go
about in fear of my life. Not only am I deprived
of the necessaries of existence, but I have become
the very focus of public execration. I couldn’t be
more unpopular if I had come down to stand for
the borough.
Eve. But, Mr. Fitz Partington, how in heaven’s
name does he propose to injure my mother?
What can he do to her, that he has not already
done?
[Pg 198]
Fitz. He is advertising for the present Mrs. Van
Brugh’s marriage certificate, and the late Mrs. Van
Brugh’s burial certificate, with a view to a prosecution
for bigamy.
Eve. Mamma, mamma, do you hear this?
(Crosses to her.)
Mrs. V. B. Yes, I hear it. I knew that he had
conceived this monstrous idea, but I have already
assured him there is no ground for his suspicion.
I have told him (after a pause, and with much
shame) the truth.
Fitz. Yes, but he don’t believe you. Read that.
(Hands newspaper to Eve, who gives it to Mrs. Van
Brugh, pointing out advertisement.) Such is the
snake-like and foxy character of that unparalleled
old Pharisee, that he don’t believe you. Why, I am
a professional skeptic at two guineas a day, and
even I believe you.
Mrs. V. B. (who has been reading the advertisement).
This is most shameful. This is monstrous
beyond expression. I have borne my terrible punishment
to this point patiently, and without undue
murmur, but I will bear no more. Let that man
know this. He has roused me at last, and I will
meet him face to face. Let him know that, helpless
and friendless as he believes me to be; crushed
as I am under the weight of the fearful revelation
he has extorted from me; shunned as I am, and
despised even by those whom all despise but I, I
am yet strong in this, that I have nothing more to[Pg 199]
lose. He has made me desperate, and let him
beware. There are men in these days as hot in
the defense of an insulted woman as in the days
gone by, and he shall have a legion of them about
his ears. I have been punished enough. I will
be punished no further.
Eve. But who could have put this monstrous
scheme into his head? What demon could have
suggested it to him?
Fitz. I suggested it to him, but I ain’t a demon.
Eve and Mrs. V. B. You!
Fitz. I—I drew up the advertisement, put it in,
and paid for it. It’s a dodge, I’ve put him on a
wrong scent.
Mrs. V. B. How am I to understand this?
Fitz. That’s just it; you are not to understand—at
present. You are to do me justice to believe
that, when you do understand it, you will like it
very much. I’ve put him on a wrong scent, and if
I’m not very much mistaken, it will have the effect
of taking him in his own toils. For the present it
is enough to tell you that his advertisement has
been answered, and that the person who answered
it is to meet him here this afternoon.
Mrs. V. B. Here? Why does he come to me?
Fitz. Because he conceives, with some reason,
that you are not likely to go to him. But don’t be
alarmed, I shall accompany him, as per usual.[Exit Fitz Partington.
Mrs. V. B. (covering her face). Oh, the shame[Pg 200]
of it! Oh, the shame of it! To know that my
terrible story is the common gossip of every
plow-boy in the village; to feel that there is not
a flighty servant-girl who does not gather her skirts
about her as she passes me; to be certain when
women cross the road it is to escape the contamination
of my presence; and when they meet me
face to face, it is that they may toss their head and
tell each other that they knew it from the first!
Oh, the shame of it! Oh, the shame of it!
Eve. But Mr. Smailey can do nothing. His
wicked schemes must recoil upon himself. We
will leave Locroft; we will leave this fearful place.
Dr. Athelney sails in a fortnight, and he has made
arrangements that we may accompany him. There,
in a new world, with new friends and new duties,
we shall forget all that is bitter in the past, and
gather new stores of happiness from the future
that is before us. (They embrace.)
Enter Dr. Athelney, L. D. Crosses to Eve.
Dr. A. Mrs. Van Brugh; Eve, my dear, prepare
yourself for a surprise. This morning, Mrs. Van
Brugh and I were discussing Frederick Smailey’s
probable course of action. That very good or very
bad young man is at this moment crossing the
lawn with my son, Ted. He is coming with the
view, no doubt, of setting all future discussion on
that point at rest. Let us suspend judgment on
that admirable or detestable lad until he has
explained himself.
[Pg 201]
Eve. I knew he would come; I was sure of it.
Mamma, dear, I told you he loved me, I told you
he would come.
Enter Fred and Ted Athelney, arm-in-arm.
Fred. Eve!
Eve. (running to him). Fred, my dear Fred! (He embraces her.)
Ted. Here he is, I was sure of him; Eve and I
were both sure of him. We knew him, Eve, didn’t
we?
Fred. Edward came to me, Mrs. Van Brugh, and
told me that—that you doubted me. (Much
affected.)
Ted. Yes, I told him that. Don’t be angry with
me, but when Fred Smailey’s honor is at stake,
Ted Athelney doesn’t beat about the bush. I went
straight to him and told him at once how the land
lay. “Fred,” said I, “Eve knows you, and I know
you, but the others don’t. Come over with me and
show them what you really are. Show them that
you are the brave, straight-hearted, thorough-going
fellow I know you to be.” He didn’t give me time
to say it twice.
Fred. Mrs. Van Brugh, will you take my hand?
(Shakes her hand. Crosses to Dr. A., then shakes
his hand.) Dr. Athelney, my very dear friend, this
is very, very kind of you. You are too noble-hearted
a man to confound the son with the father.
Dr. A. I hope and trust, sir, that I have done
you an injustice. (Goes up.)
[Pg 202]
Fred. Mrs. Van Brugh, I know not how to express
my opinion of my father’s behavior in terms
that would be consistent with my duty as a son.
I am most painfully situated. Permit me to content
myself with offering you my deepest and most
respectful sympathy.
Mrs. V. B. Mr. Smailey, you speak very kindly.
Ted. And he means kindly, mind that. I’ll
stake my life he means kindly.
Fred. Thank you, Edward; thank you very
heartily. My father, Mrs. Van Brugh, is, I have
learnt, a very hard man; a good man, a truly good
man, but a very hard one. He is unaccountably
incensed against you; I have pleaded for you, but,
alas, in vain. I have implored him to allow you, at
least, to continue to occupy the cottage which is
endeared to me by so many happy recollections,
dear Eve, but in vain. (He takes Eve’s hand.)
He—he answered me harshly for the first time in
his life. (Much moved.)
Ted. My very dear fellow, heaven bless you for
that.
Fred. Under these circumstances I said to myself,
How can I lighten this intolerable burden to
them? If not to Mrs. Van Brugh, at least to Eve.
I lay awake all last night, thinking it over, and at
last—at last I saw my way.
Ted. (to Dr. A.). Trust Fred Smailey to find the
right thing to do.
Fred. I said to myself, Here is an amiable and[Pg 203]
blameless young lady placed, through no fault of
her own, in the painful position of being engaged
to a member of a family which has done her and
her mother a fearful and irreparable injury. Association
with such a family must be, to her, a source
of inconceivable distress. To a sensitive and high-minded
girl, such as I know my darling to be, an
alliance with such a family must be simply insupportable.
Deeply as I love her, and because I love
her deeply, I will fight with the great love that is
within me; I will act as becomes a man of honor;
I will at once, and of my own free will, release her
from this engagement. Eve, my dear Eve, you are
free. (Eve faints in Mrs. Van Brugh’s arms.)
Mrs. V. B. My darling! My poor, poor darling!
Dr. A. (C.) Sir, I have been a clergyman of the
Church of England for five-and-forty years, and,
until to-day, I have never regretted the restrictions
that my calling has imposed upon me. My hands,
sir, are tied. Ted, my boy, these remarks do not
apply to you.
Ted. (crosses to Fred Smailey). You infernal villain!
You unutterably mean and sneaking villain!
(Seizing him.)
Mrs. V. B. Edward! Edward!
Ted. Don’t stop me, or I shall kill him. Look
there, you miserable hound (pointing to Eve), look
there! Do you see the work that your infernal
heart has done? Why, you miserable cur, she
loved you! You trembling hypocrite, she loved[Pg 204]
you! Eve loved you—loved you! Look at her,
man, and if your devil’s heart don’t beat the harder
for the sight, it hasn’t a beat left in it!
Mrs. V. B. Dr. Athelney, pray, pray stop him.
Dr. A. Stop him? No, certainly not. I’m too
fond of plain truth, and I hear it too seldom to stop
it when I do hear it. Go on with your remarks, my
boy, if you’ve any thing else to say.
Enter Smailey, followed by Fitz Partington, l.
Mr. S. When your son has quite finished shaking
my son, perhaps you will kindly devote a little
attention to me.
Fred. Edward, I sincerely hope you may live to
apologize for this. (Offers to shake hands; Ted
refuses.)
Dr. A. Mr. Smailey, I must tell you that your
presence here is an act of audacity for which I was
not prepared.
Mr. S. I fear that the surprise of my appearance
here is but the first of a series of surprises in store
for you.
Fitz. And I am convinced of it.
Dr. A. Leave my house, sir! (To Smailey.)
Mr. S. Nay, nay. I am here in the discharge of a
high public duty, and I propose to remain. Come,
Dr. Athelney, is this quite considerate? Is this
quite as it should be? You are a minister of the
Church, about to be invested with the very highest
Colonial functions. In affording shelter to this[Pg 205]
unhappy person, have you not allowed your sympathy
for her misfortunes to blind you to the fact that
you are a clergyman?
Dr. A. Sir, I never had my duty as a clergyman
so strongly before my eyes as when I placed my
home at the disposal of this admirable lady. And,
believe me, sir, I never felt so strongly disposed to
forget my duty as a clergyman as I do at this moment.
My hands are tied. Ted, my boy, these
remarks do not apply to you.
Ted. Mr. Smailey, if you’ll come with me, I’ll see
you out.
Fitz. (to Ted). See him out? Nonsense. Hear
him out. He’s worth listening to, I can tell you.
Mr. S. Miss Brandreth (to Mrs. Van Brugh),
when you denied having ever gone through the
form of marriage with Captain Van Brugh, I considered
it my duty, as a magistrate accustomed to
deal with evidence, to disbelieve you. At the suggestion
of my solicitor (aside, to Fitz) A lie, sir, for
you are no solicitor; heaven forgive you! (Aloud.)
At his suggestion I advertised for the burial certificate
of the late Mrs. Van Brugh. That advertisement
has been answered.
Fitz. That advertisement has been answered.
Mr. S. The person who answered it is at this
moment waiting without.
Fitz. Waiting without.
Mr. S. And, with or without your permission,
shall be introduced.
[Pg 206]
Fitz. Shall be introduced.
Mr. S. Mr. Fitz Partington shall introduce him.
Fitz. It ain’t a him, it’s a her. (Opens door, and discovers Ruth.)
Mrs. V. B. Ruth Tredgett!
Ruth. Ay, missis, ’tain’t no other.
Mr. S. What does this mean? Is this a hoax? (Indignantly, to Fitz Partington.)
Fitz. Is this a hoax? (Appealing to the others).
Mr. S. What does this woman want here?
Fitz. Woman, what do you want here?
Ruth. Want to help you agin her. (Indicating Mrs. Van Brugh.)
Mrs. V. B. Oh, Ruth, Ruth!
Mr. S. Do you mean this, Tredgett? (Crosses to Ruth.)
Ruth. Ay, I mean it, Smailey. It’s justice; and
justice must be done. It was done agin me, years
ago, and why not agin her now?
Mr. S. Dr. Athelney, this poor woman is an example
to you. She has learned her mistress’s true
character.
Ruth. Ay, I have. I have learned my missis’s
true character.
Mrs. V. B. Ruth, how have I injured you, that
even you turn against me? I loved you, Ruth!
Ruth. (with some emotion). You ha’n’t injured
me, but I’m a ’spectable woman. You’ve made me
’spectable, and you must bide the consequence.
(To Mr. Smailey)—You want the burial-ticket of
Captain Van Brugh’s dead wife?
[Pg 207]
Mr. S. Yes; I have offered £50 for it.
Ruth. Gi’ us the money.
Mr. S. Why?
Ruth. I’ve got the paper.
Mr. S. How? How did you get it?
Ruth. No odds how. I’ve got it.
Mr. S. Give it to me, and you shall be paid.
Ruth. Nay, I must ha’ the brass first.
Mr. S. As soon as I’ve verified it you shall be
paid.
Ruth. Maybe you’ll take some time over it. I
must ha’ the brass.
Mr. S. (giving her a bank note). There is the
money, but mind, if you are deceiving me, there is
a constable outside.
Ruth. No fear. (Tears up the note.)
Mr. S. You fool, what have you done! Give me
the paper.
Ruth. I’ll give it to him. (Indicating Fitz Partington, who has come between
them.)
Fitz. (takes paper and reads). “St. Andrew’s
Church, Port Philip, 17 July, 1858.”
Mr. S. ’58! Why, she died in ’69—I know she
died in ’69. This is some forgery—we shall want
the constable yet.
Fitz. This is some forgery. We shall want the
constable yet. (Reads.) “This is to certify that
on the above date I read the burial service over the
remains of Martha Vane, of Port Philip.” (Smailey
sinks into a chair.)
[Pg 208]
Dr. A. Martha Vane!
Mrs. V. B. That was her maiden name, the name
under which she passed when she left her husband.
Mr. S. (much confused). This is not what I advertised
for.
Fitz. No, but it’s what I advertised for.
Mr. S. You? What have you to do with this?
Fitz. I was engaged to trace this forgery to you
at the time when you engaged me to undermine
the character of this inestimable lady. In strict
compliance with the terms of our contract, you
have allowed me the free run of all your books,
papers, and memoranda, and I am much obliged to
you.
Fred. (who has heard this with the greatest concern).
Father! Tell them that it’s a lie.
Fitz. It ain’t a lie. The case is only too clear.
Tredgett and he were both in it, but she turns
Queen’s evidence. Mr. Smailey, I desire to press
hardly on no fellow-creature, but your own policeman
is without, and he will be happy to walk off
with you whenever you find it convenient to be
arrested. (About to touch Smailey on shoulder.)
Fred. Father, tell them that it’s a lie. (To Fitz.)
Keep your hands off him,—stand back—it’s a lie, I
tell you. Stand back, or I shall do you a mischief.
Father, whatever others believe of you, I believe
you to be the best and truest man on earth. For
my sake, for the sake of my belief, tell them that
it’s a lie. For the love of God, tell them it’s a lie.
[Pg 209]
Mr. S. I have nothing to say, my boy; I have
lied enough.
Fred. But they will take you away! Great
heaven, think what will follow!
Mr. S. I care not what may follow. Whatever
punishment may be in store for me, will be as nothing
compared to the bitter shame of my degradation
in the eyes of my poor boy, whom I have loved. He
will desert me now! And what matters the rest—what
matters the rest?
Fred. Father, I swear that where you are, there
will I be to the end.
Mr. S. Heaven bless you for that.
Fred. Whatever you may have been—whatever
I may have been—I am your son, and I love you;
and I will be with you—to the end!
Mr. S. And the end is at hand.
Fitz. And the end is at hand.
[Exeunt Frederick Smailey, followed by Fitz Partington. Eve stretches out her arms towards Frederick as he goes, but he does not see her.
Ruth. (who, during the preceding dialogue, has been
kneeling at Mrs. Van Brugh’s feet.). Mistress, my
good and kind mistress, I had that paper in safe
keeping miles away, I walked day and night to
fetch it. It was hard to leave you in your sorrow,
but none other could have got it. My mistress,
my pure and perfect mistress, my angel from
heaven, we will never part again.
[Pg 210]
Mrs. V. B. We will never part again, Ruth.
Under the guidance of our loving friend, we will
sail to the new land, where, humbly as becomes
penitents, cheerfully as becomes those who have
hope, earnestly as becomes those who speak out of
the fullness of their experience, we will teach lessons
of loving kindness, patience, faith, forbearance,
hope, and charity.
Dr. A. “And the greatest of these is CHARITY.”
[Pg 211]
THE PRINCESS:
A Whimsical Allegory.
(Being a Respectful Perversion of Mr. Tennyson’s Poem.)
[Pg 212]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| King Hildebrand | Mr. David Fisher. |
| Prince Hilarion, his Son | Miss Maria Simpson.
(Mrs. W. H. Liston.) |
| Cyril | } | his friends, Noblemen of King Hildebrand’s Court | { | Miss Augusta Thomson. |
| Florian | } | { | Miss Montgomery. |
| King Gama | Mr. Elliott. |
| Prince Arac | } | his Sons | { | Miss Jessie Earle. |
| Prince Guron | } | { | Miss Harrington. |
| Prince Scynthius | } | { | Miss Ewell. |
| Atho, King Hildebrand’s Chamberlain | Mr. Franks. |
| First Officer | Mr. Arthur Brown. |
| Second Officer | Mr. Davis. |
| Gobbo, a Porter | Mr. St. Maur. |
| Princess Ida | { | Daughter of King Gama, and Principal of the Ladies’ University. | } | Miss Mattie Reinhardt. |
| Lady Psyche | { | Professor of Experimental Science | } | Miss Fanny Addison. |
| Lady Blanche | { | Professor of Abstract Philosophy | } | Mrs. Poynter. |
| Melissa, her Daughter | Miss Patti Josephs. |
| Bertha | } | Undergraduates. | { | Miss Joy. |
| Ada | } | { | Miss Clyfoard. |
| Chloe | } | { | Miss Moore. |
| Sacharissa | } | { | Miss Alma. |
| Sylvia | } | { | Miss Everard. |
| Phœbe | } | { | Miss Fitzjames. |
| Phyllis | Miss Corinne. |
| Amaranthe | Miss Graham. |
| Laura | Miss Clara. |
Undergraduates, Soldiers, Courtiers, Pages, &c.
[Pg 213]
THE PRINCESS.
Scene First.
—Court in King Hildebrand’s
Palace.
King Hildebrand, discovered seated, in gloomy mood—Florian and other Courtiers discovered looking off through telescopes—Cyril standing by the King.
Hilde. See you no sign of Gama?
Hilde. It’s very odd indeed! If Gama fails
To put in an appearance at our court,
Before the sun has set in yonder west,
And fails to bring the Princess Ida here—
To whom our son Hilarion was betrothed
At the extremely early age of one—
There’s war between King Gama and ourself.
(Aside to Cyril) Oh Cyril, how I dread this interview!
It’s twenty years since he and I have met.
He was a twisted monster—all awry,
As though Dame Nature, angry with her work,
Had crumbled it in fitful petulance!
[Pg 214]
Cyril. But, sir, a twisted and ungainly trunk,
Often bears goodly fruit—perhaps he was
A kind, well-spoken gentleman?
Hilde.Oh, no—
For, adder-like, his sting lay in his tongue!
His bitter insolence still rankles here,
Although a score of years have come and gone!
His outer man, gnarled, knotted as it was,
Seemed to his cruel and cynical within,
Hyperion to a Saturday Review!
Cyril. Oh, bear with him—he is an old, old man.
Old men are fretful—peevish, as we know.
A worm will sometimes turn—so will the milk
Of human kindness, if it’s kept too long.
Flori. (looking through glass). But stay, my liege; o’er yonder mountain’s brow
Comes a small body bearing Gama’s arms;
And, now I look more closely at it, sir,
I see attached to it King Gama’s legs;
From which I gather this corollary—
That that small body must be Gama’s own!
Hilde. Ha! Is the Princess with him?
Flori.Well, my liege,
Unless her ladyship is six feet high,
And wears moustachios, too, and smokes cigars,
And rides en cavalier, in coat of mail,
I do not think she is.
Hilde. (excited).Come, bustle there!
For Gama, place the richest robes we have!
For Gama, place the coarsest prison dress!
[Pg 215]
For Gama, let our best spare bed be aired!
For Gama, let our deepest dungeon yawn!
For Gama, lay the costliest banquet out!
For Gama, place cold water and dry bread!
For as King Gama brings the Princess here,
Or brings her not, so shall King Gama have—
Much more than every thing—much less than
nothing!
Enter Prince Hilarion.
Hilar. Well father, is there news for me, at last?
Hilde. My son, King Gama’s host is now in sight:
Prepare to meet the fascinating bride
To whom you were betrothed so long ago.
Why, how you sigh!
Hilar.My liege, I’m much afraid
The Princess Ida has not come with him.
Hilar.I’ve heard she has forsworn the world,
And, with a band of women, shut herself
Within a lonely country house, and there
Devotes herself to stern philosophies.
Hilde. Then, I should say, the loss of such a wife
Is one to which a reasonable man
Would easily be reconciled.
Hilar.Oh no—
Or I am not a reasonable man.
She is my wife: has been for twenty years.
Hilde. That’s true—you were a baby in long clothes
[Pg 216]
When you gained Ida’s heart and she gained yours.
Hilar. Yes—I remember—each of us was won!
I think I see her now! (looking through telescope).
Hilar. In my mind’s eye, I mean—a blushing bride—
All bib and tucker—frill and furbelow!
How exquisite she looked as she was borne
Recumbent in the monthly nurse’s arms!
How the bride wept!—nor would be comforted
Until the hireling mother-for-the-nonce
Administered refreshment in the vestry.
And I remember feeling much annoyed
That she should weep at marrying with me;
“But then,” I thought, “these brides are all alike!
Cry on, young lady—brides are bound to cry.
You cry at marrying me? How much more cause
You’d have to cry if it were broken off!”
These were my thoughts—I kept them to myself,
For, at that age, I had not learnt to speak.
Hilde. Your memory is singularly good.
Hilar. Do you remember, too, the wedding feast—
Rolls steeped in milk, and other softened food,
Fit for our undeveloped little gums?
And talk of drink, I never shall forget,
How merrily we passed that nursing bottle!
A curly headed patriarch of three—
The Princess Ida’s uncle—then proposed
The happy couple’s health—the bridesmaids, then,
Fifteen in number—each six weeks of age,
[Pg 217]
Began to weep—the fifteen groomsmen, too
(The eldest of them eighteen months or so),
Wept also—then, remembering they were men,
Dashed from their eyes the unaccustomed brine!
We parted then—and since, for twenty years,
We have not met. It seems quite strange that she
Should have become a woman in the while!
She speaks a hundred languages I’m told.
Hilde. Your late mamma had mastered only one,
Yet she was never at a loss for words!
Hilar. But think how useful is a wife who can
Express her fancies in a hundred tongues.
Hilde. You will find one, of average length, enough.
Hilar. I’ve heard she hopes to make all women swear
That they’ll abjure, for aye, the tyrant Man!
She’s far before the age in which she lives!
Hilde. At all events she’s singular in that;
Most grown up ladies of our court give out
That they are several years behind their age!
Hilar. A woman thus endowed should have been born
A century hence, at least!
Hilde.The day will come
When you will most devoutly wish she had.
Enter Cyril.
Cyril. My liege, King Gama’s train is at the gate,
And prays admission.
[Pg 218]
Hilde.Cyril, show him in.
Though Princess Ida wore a Gorgon’s head,
He shall not tamper with King Hildebrand!
Flourish—Procession. Enter Cyril, Florian and
Court, ushering King Gama, and one Attendant.
Gama. So this is Castle Hildebrand?—well, well—
Dame Rumor whispered that the place was grand;
She told me that your taste was exquisite—
Superb—unparalleled—
Gama. But she’s a liar! Why, how old you’ve grown!
Is this Hilarion?—why you’ve changed, too!
You were a singularly handsome child!
(to Cyril) Are you a courtier? Come, then, ply your trade!
Tell me some lies: how do you like your king?
Vile Rumor says he’s all but imbecile—
Now that’s not true!
Cyril.My lord, we love our king:
His wise remarks are valued by his court
As precious stones.
Gama.And for the self-same cause!
Like precious stones the wit of Hildebrand
Derives its value from its scarcity!
Come now, be honest, tell the truth for once,
Tell it of me! Come, come, I’ll harm you not!
[Pg 219]
This leg is crooked—this foot is ill-designed—
This shoulder wears a hump—come, out with it!
Look, here’s my face—now am I not the worst
Of Nature’s blunders?
Hilar.Nature never errs.
To those who know the workings of your mind,
Your face and figure, sir, suggest a book
Appropriately bound.
Gama.Why, harkye, sir!
How dare you bandy words with me?
Hilar.No need
To bandy aught that appertains to you.
Gama. (to Hildebrand). Do you permit this, king?
Hilde.We are in doubt
Whether to treat you as an honored guest,
Or as a traitor knave who plights his word
And breaks it!
Gama.If the casting vote’s with me
I give it for the former.
Hilde.We shall see:
By the terms of our contract, signed and sealed
You’re bound to-day to bring the Princess here
To join her spouse. Why is she not with you?
Gama. Why? Come, I’ll tell you, if you’ll answer this:
What think you of a wealthy purse-proud man
Who, when he calls upon a starving friend,
Pulls out his gold, and flourishes his notes,
And flashes diamonds in the pauper’s eyes—
[Pg 220]
What name have you for such an one?
Gama. Just so: King Hildebrand, I am no snob
The girl has beauty, virtue, learning, wit,
Grace, humor, wisdom, charity, and pluck.
Would it be kindly, think you, to parade
These brilliant qualities before your eyes?
Oh no, King Hildebrand, I am no snob!
Hilde. But hang it, man, the contract that we signed
Some twenty years ago—
Gama.Why, here’s good news!
(to Court) At last your king is going to redeem
His lengthy list of broken promises—
And very properly, as wise men should,
Begin at the beginning!
Hilde.Stop that tongue,
Or you shall lose the monkey head that holds it!
Oh, I’ll be even with you, yet, for this.
Gama. Bravo! Your king deprives me of my head,
That he and I may meet on equal terms!
Hilde. Of this anon—we’ll try the force of arms—
Where is she now?
Gama.In Castle Adamant—
One of my many country houses. There
She rules a woman’s University,
With full five hundred girls who learn of her.
Cyril. Five hundred girls! Five hundred ecstasies!
[Pg 221]
Gama. But no mere girls, my good young gentleman!
With all the college learning that you boast,
The youngest there will prove a match for you!
Cyril. With all my heart, if she’s the prettiest!
Fancy—five hundred matches—all alight!
That’s if I strike them, as I hope to do.
Gama. Despair your hope—their hearts are dead to man.
He who desires to gain their favor must
Be qualified to strike their teeming brains,
And not their hearts! They’re safety-matches, sir,
And they light only on the knowledge box,
So you’ve no chance!
Hilar.We’ll try, at all events.
I’ll take no soldiers, father, in my train—
Cyril and Florian here will go with me,
And we will storm them ere the week is out.
Gama. That’s brave! They’re only women—storm away!
Hilar. Oh, don’t mistake us, sir, we mean to storm
Their eyes and hearts, and not their citadel.
With sighs we’ll charge our mines and counter-mines,
Dance steps shall be our scaling ladders, with
Those croquêt mallets for our battering rams.
Fair flowers shall bear the only blades we wield,
Our eyes shall be our very deadliest darts,
And bon-bon crackers our artillery!
Gama. And so you think to conquer them with sighs?
[Pg 222]
My good young gentleman, a sigh, to them,
Is simply an exceptionally marked
Contraction of the intercostal muscles!
Croquêt is interesting only when
It illustrates familiar theories
Of incidental and reflecting angles.
Fair flowers, to them, are mere embodiments
Of calyx, pistil, stamina, and petal.
Expressive eyes would have their charm, no doubt—
Gama.But only, be it understood,
As illustrating theories of vision!
But here are letters—take them if you like—
Perhaps she’s tired of disobedience,
And may admit you.
Hilde.Good: Hilarion, go,
Take Florian and Cyril, as you say,
King Gama, we detain you pris’ner here,
As hostage for the safety of our son.
Gama. A prisoner? Why, what should I do here
At Castle Hildebrand? I am not mad!
Hilde. You can amuse yourself by fancying
That there’s an execution in our house,
And you’re the party in possession—or
That we are dead and you’ve succeeded us.
In short, suppose whatever state of things
Would offer you the greatest happiness;
Gama. (to Hilarion). You run a risk, my friend; so take good heed,
For no one knows her temper but myself:
[Pg 223]
(to King) Since her betrothal, king, until the day
When she abjured all male society,
I was the only man she ever saw!
Hilar. Oh, that explains the mystery at once,
And simplifies our task—come, Florian,
And we will show these maidens what they’ve lost.
[Exeunt Hilarion, Florian, and Cyril.
Scene Second
.—The Gates of Castle Adamant.
Enter Gobbo, with ladies’ robes on his arm.
Gobbo. More robes for undergraduates! I suppose
Some students are expected here to-day.
No girl without a robe may pass those gates!
They are so proud of these here caps and gowns,
They hardly like to take ’em off a-night!
They even wear (or so I’ve heard it said)
Night-caps and night-gowns when they go to bed!
[Exit into porter’s lodge.
Enter Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian.
Hilar. So, here’s the Princess Ida’s castle? Well,
They must be lovely girls if it requires
Such walls as these to keep intruders off!
Cyril. To keep men off is only half their charge,
And that the easier half. I much suspect
The object of these walls is not so much
To keep men off as keep the maidens in!
Hilar. Here lives the porter, Cyril. I’ll be bound
[Pg 224]
He’s quite as learned as the rest of them,
Half Newton and half Bacon! Here he comes.
Enter Gobbo from lodge.
Cyril. Half Bacon? No,—all Bacon I should say!
Gobbo. Now then, what is it?
Hilar.I’m a royal prince;
These gentlemen are followers of mine;
We hold King Gama’s letters, charging you
To bear us safely to the Council Hall,
In which the Princess Ida holds her state.
Hilar.How now?—you mock at us? (Draws sword.)
Gobbo. Mock you? Why, bless your heart and soul alive,
No man may place his foot within those walls;
It’s death to disobey our Princess, sir!
Flori. It’s double death to disobey your king! (draws.)
Cyril. It’s treble death to disobey ourselves! (draws.)
Gobbo. But, sirs, I am the only man alive
Who ever enters!
Gobbo.Yes! Once a year
I am led through their ranks that they may see
What sort of thing’s a man! “See here!” she cries.
[Pg 225]
“See—this is what you lose in losing man!
This is a courtly knight—well born, well formed!”
(I’m comely, sirs; but, bless you, I’m no knight!)
“Look, girls,” she cries, “this is a courtly knight—
A type of all that’s beautiful in man!”
(aloud) And then they make me gibber, squeak, and mow;
Then, with much deference and mock courtesy,
They bow me to my duty at the gate!
Flor. Are there no males whatever in those walls?
Gobbo. None, gentlemen, excepting letter mails!
And they are driven (as males often are
In other large communities)—by women!
If you’ll believe me, gentlemen, I swear,
She’s so confoundedly particular,
She’ll scarcely suffer Dr. Watts’s hymns;
And all the animals she owns are “hers”!
The ladies rise at cockcrow every morn—
Hilar. Oh, then they have male poultry!
Gobbo.Not at all.
(confidentially.) The crowing’s done by an accomplished hen!
Cyril. And what are these? (Looking at robes in lodge.)
Gobbo.The academic robes,
Worn by the lady undergraduates
When they matriculate.
Hilar.I’ll try one on. (Does so.)
Why, see—I’m covered to the very toes!
Ha! I’ve a proposition!
[Pg 226]
Hilar. Suppose we dress ourselves as girls, and claim
Admission to this University?
It is a thing we’ve often done at home
In amateur theatricals. You know
How well I play viragos in burlesque!
Flori. My Cleopatra, too—remember that!
Cyril. My Mrs. Bouncer, too, in ‘Box and Cox’!
Hilar. Wilt play the woman, then?
Cyril.Of course! What knight
Would hesitate to “take a woman’s part”?
Quartette.—Hilarion, Cyril, Florian, and Gobbo, as they dress themselves in women’s clothes.
“Les Trois Cousines” (La Perichole).
If we are hailed with any query,
Say we are nice young ladies, three;
Who of the world terribly weary,
Enter a University.
Such lovely girls, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Such lovely girls, ha, ha, ha, ha!
We will declare to them that lately,
We have been bored with suitors stately,
And we prefer young ladies greatly—
Sorry to say that that’s too true!
Sorry to say that that’s too true!
We must take care when we are talking,
Never our manly tastes to show;
[Pg 227]Hold up our dresses thus in walking,
Showing an inch of ankle—so!
Showing an inch of ankle—so!
Such lovely girls, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Such lovely girls, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Gobbo. (in terror). But, gentlemen, observe—if you do this,
What’s to become of me?
Hilar.I do not know
What will become of you if we do this;
But I can read the fate in store for you
If you presume to interfere with us.
Now, porter, say to whom we should apply
To gain admission.
Gobbo. (in tears). Why, to Lady Blanche
Or Lady Psyche.
Gobbo. Well, I like Lady Blanche by far the best.
Flori. Then we declare for Lady Blanche at once.
Gobbo. You see, she’s more my age—the other one
Is young and pretty! (contemptuously).
Cyril.Bah! Then I retract;
We will be Psyche’s interesting charge!
So go and summon her. (Gobbo rings and then exit.)
Flori.But stop a bit,
What will your father think of such a scheme?
Hilar.Extremely shocked I am!
Cyril. I meant my sire—
[Pg 228]
Hilar. I thought you meant your “dam”!
Enter Lady Psyche from gate, attended.
Hilar.Three would-be students, ma’am—
Three noble ladies, ma’am, of good estate,
Who wish to join this University (they courtesy).
Psyche. If, as you say, you wish to join our ranks,
And will conform with all our rules, ’tis well;
But understand—you must adapt yourselves
To all the regulations now in force,
In Princess Ida’s University.
Hilar. To all its rules, we cheerfully subscribe.
Flori. (aside to Hilarion). Here’s a catastrophe, Hilarion!
This is my sister! She’ll remember me,
Though years have passed since she and I have met!
Hilar. No matter, hide your face—she’ll know you not.
Psyche. You say you’re noblewomen—well, you’ll find
No sham degrees for noblewomen, here—
Or other cruel contrivances to draw
An arbitrary line ’twixt rich and poor,
No butteries, or other institutes,
To make poor students feed rich cooks—no tufts
To mark nobility; except such tufts
As indicate nobility of brain.
As to your fellow-students, mark me well—
[Pg 229]
There are five hundred maidens in these walls
All good, all learned, and all beautiful.
You must select your intimates from these;
They are prepared to love you; will you swear
You’ll do your best to love them in return?
Flori. Upon our words and honors, ma’am, we will!
Psyche. And will you swear that if, by any chance,
You’re thrown into a man’s society,
You’ll not allow your thoughts to stray from us,
But, at the earliest opportunity,
You’ll give up his society for ours?
Cyril. All this, dear madam, cheerfully we swear.
Psyche. But we go further: will you undertake
That you will never marry any man?
Flori. Indeed we never will!
Psyche.Consider well,—
You must prefer our maids to all mankind!
Hilar. To all mankind we much prefer your maids!
Cyril. We should be dolts, indeed, if we did not,
Seeing how fair—
Hilar. (aside to Cyril). Take care, that’s rather strong!
(aloud) We have seen men of wealth—ay, princes too—
Whose beauty has been so remarkable,
That half the maidens in our monarch’s court
Have pined away and died for love of them!
[Pg 230]
These men—Apollos in their manly grace,
Indeed in every thing (except in that
They wore a proper quantity of clothes)—
We think of with profound indifference,
But, when we see a woman who excels
In virtue, scholarship, and loveliness,
We long to lay our heads upon her breast,
And join our lives with hers!
Psyche.Why, that’s well said.
But have you left no lovers at your home,
Who may pursue you here?
Hilar.No, madam, none—
We’re homely ladies, as no doubt you see,
And we have never fished for lover’s love—
We smile at girls who deck themselves with gems,
False hair, and meretricious ornaments,
To chain the fleeting fancy of a man;
But do not imitate them. What we have
Of hair is all our own—our color, too,
Unladylike, but not unwomanly,
Is but the glow of rugged, boisterous health;
Our gait, untrammeled by the influence
Of high heeled boots, small waists, and Grecian bends,
May seem undignified—but then we walk
As Nature meant us to—and man has learnt
To reckon Nature an impertinence!
Psyche. I know how coldly men regard a girl,
Whose beauty is her poorest excellence;
But beauty goes for nothing in these walls.
[Pg 231]
You’ll find yourselves appreciated here:
If what you say is true, you’ll spend with us
A happy, happy time!
Cyril.If, as you say,
Five hundred lovely maidens wait within
To welcome us with smiles and open arms,
I think there’s very little doubt we shall!
[Exeunt into Castle.
Scene Third.
—Grounds of Castle Adamant;
Waterfall and Stream, crossed by rustic
bridge; Girl-Students discovered grouped
about the stage, occupied with philosophical
instruments, &c.
Ada. I shall be quite alone, dear, in my rooms,
So come and spend a long, long evening—do!
And bring your steam-engine!
Chloe.Oh, that I will!
And you shall show me all your nice new things—
That quadrant—and the anemometer;
And oh, that darling, darling dumpy-level
I’ve heard so much about!
Lydia.My love, I see
You’ve got another new theodolite.
(aside to Chloe) That’s the fifteenth this month! The one I use
Went out of fashion half a year ago!
Oh, I’ve a bit of scandal! What d’you think?
Melissa found a billet-doux, concealed
[Pg 232]
In that Egyptian mummy we unrolled
Last night. Just think of that!
Enter Melissa, from, bridge, running.
Melissa.I say, my dear,
I have such news for you! I’ve just been shown
The robe for doctors of divinity.
Oh, it’s the sweetest thing!—Magenta silk,
Trimmed with chinchilla, bouillonné behind,
Gored to the figure though; and on the skirt,
Two rows of Cluny lace as deep as that!
Chloe. Oh my! how lovely!
Melissa.Then the trencher cap
Is amber satin, trimmed with Cluny lace
And rows of pearls; and round the outer edge
The tiniest, tiniest rosebuds in the world!
Ada. (to Chloe). It’s much more lovely than the legal gown—
Green grenadine, with rûchings down the front,
That we shall wear.
Chloe. (pouting).I shall give up the law
And go into the church! I’ve always felt
A serious longing for a pastor’s life;
Besides, I’m dark, and look a fright in green!
Sacha. Take care, here’s Lady Blanche. How stern she looks!
Enter Lady Blanche, l., Girls study vigorously.
Blanche. Attention, ladies, while I read to you
The Princess Ida’s list of punishments:
[Pg 233]
The first is Sacharissa. She’s expelled.
Blanche.Expelled—because, although she knew
No man of any kind may see these halls,
She dared to bring a set of chessmen here!
Sacha. (in tears).
I meant no harm—they’re only men of wood!
Blanche. They’re men with whom you give each other mate—
And that’s enough! The next is Sylvia—
Blanche. Sylvia is rusticated for a month
Because, in spite of all our college rules
Upon the point, she dared to put three rows
Of lace insertion round her graduate’s gown!
Phyllis will lose three terms, for yesterday,
When, looking through her drawing book, I found
A sketch of a perambulator!
Blanche. Double perambulator, shameless girl!
That’s all at present. Now, attention please,
Your principal, the Princess, comes to give
Her usual inaugural address,
To those young ladies who joined yesterday.
(March.—Enter the Princess, over bridge, attended
by eight “daughters of the plow.” All courtesy
profoundly.)
Princess. Women of Adamant—fair neophytes,
[Pg 234]
Who pant for the instruction we can give,
Attend, while I unfold a parable:
The elephant is stronger than the man,
Yet man subdues him. Why? The elephant
Is elephantine everywhere but here (tapping forehead),
And Man, who’s brain is to the elephant’s
As Woman’s brain to Man’s—that’s rule of three—
Conquers the foolish giant of the woods,
As Woman, in her turn, shall conquer Man.
In mathematics Woman leads the way!
The narrow-minded pedant still believes
That two and two make four! Why, we can prove—
We women, household drudges as we are—
That two and two make five—or three—or seven—
Or five-and-twenty, as the case demands!
Finance? Why, I’ve heard clever men declare,
Their bankers’ balance being overdrawn,
They don’t know where to turn for ready cash,
Yet willfully ignoring all the while
That remedy unfailing—draw a check!
Diplomacy? The wily diplomate
Is absolutely helpless in our hands:
He wheedles monarchs—Woman wheedles him!
Logic? Why, tyrant man himself admits
It’s waste of time to argue with a woman!
Then we excel in social qualities—
Though man professes that he holds our sex
[Pg 235]
In utter scorn, I’ll undertake to say
If you could read the secrets of his heart,
He’d rather be alone with one of you
Than with five hundred of his fellow-men!
In all things we excel. Believing this,
Five hundred maidens here have sworn to place
Their foot upon his neck. If we succeed,
We’ll treat him better than he treated us,
But if we fail—oh then let hope fail too!
Let no one care one penny how she looks!
Let red be worn with yellow—blue with green,
Crimson with scarlet—violet with blue!
Let all your things misfit, and you yourselves
At inconvenient moments come undone!
Let hair-pins lose their virtue; let the hook
Disdain the fascination of the eye,—
The bashful button modestly evade
The soft embraces of the button hole!
Let old associations all dissolve,
Let Swan secede from Edgar—Grant from Gask,
Sewell from Cross—Lewis from Allenby—
In other words, let Chaos come again!
Who lectures in the Upper Hall to-day?
Blanche. I, madam, on Abstract Philosophy.
There, I propose considering at length
Three points—the Is, the Might Be, and the Must.
Whether the Is, from being actual fact,
Is more important than the vague Might Be,
Or the Might Be, from taking wider scope,
Is, for that reason, greater than the Is,
[Pg 236]
And lastly, how the Is and Might Be stand
Compared with the inevitable Must.
Prin. The subject’s deep—how do you treat it, pray?
Blanche. Madam, I take three Possibilities,
And strike a balance then between the three,
As thus—the Princess Ida Is our head—
The Lady Psyche Might Be—Lady Blanche—
Neglected Blanche—inevitably Must.
Given these three hypotheses—to find
The actual betting against each of them!
Come, girls!
[Exeunt Lady Blanche and Students.
Prin. (looking after her).
Ambitious fool. And do you think you can
Provide this college with a head. Go, go!
Provide yourself with one—you want it more!
Enter Lady Psyche, over bridge, conducting Hilarion,
Florian, and Cyril.
Lady P. Here is the Princess Ida’s favorite grove,
And here’s the Princess. (To Princess.) These are ladies three
Who join our College.
Hilar. (aside to Cyril). Gods! how beautiful!
Prin. What special study do you seek, my friend?
Hilar. (enraptured). Madam, I come that I may learn to live,
For, if I come not here, I die!
Prin. (laughing).Indeed?
Your case is desperate! We welcome you.
[Pg 237]
We meet at luncheon—until then, farewell!
[Exit Princess.
Flori. (aside to Hilarion).
When Psyche sees my face, I’m confident
She’ll recognize her brother Florian.
Let’s make a virtue of necessity,
And trust our secret to her gentle care. (Hilarion assents.)
(aloud) Psyche! Why don’t you know me——Florian?
(Psyche amazed.)
Psyche.Oh, my dear,
What are you doing here—and who are these?
Hilar. I am that Prince Hilarion to whom
Your Princess is betrothed—I come to claim
Her promised love—your brother Florian, here,
And Cyril—come to see me safely through.
Psyche. The Prince Hilarion!—Cyril too! How strange!
My earliest playfellows!
Hilar. (astonished).Why let me look!
Are you that learned little Psyche who
At school alarmed her mates because she called
A buttercup “ranunculus bulbosus”?
Cyril. Are you indeed that Lady Psyche, who
At children’s parties drove the conjurer wild,
Explaining all his tricks before he did them?
Hilar. Are you that learned little Psyche, who
At dinner parties brought into dessert
[Pg 238]
Would tackle visitors with “you don’t know
Who first determined longitude—I do—
Hipparchus ’twas, B.C. one sixty three!”
Are you indeed that little Psyche then?
Psyche. That small phenomenon in truth am I!
But gentlemen, ’tis death to enter here—
My vow will make me speak. What shall I do?
This palace is a rat trap—we the bait—
And you the foolish victims!
Cyril.Be it so—
A prisoned rat, before he dies the death,
Has liberty to nibble at the bait! (kisses her).
Psyche. Forbear, sir—pray—you know not what you do!
We have all promised to renounce mankind.
Hilar. But on what grounds do you, fair Psyche, base
This senseless resolution?
Psyche.Senseless? No!
It’s based upon the grand hypothesis
That as the Ape is undeveloped Man,
So Man is undeveloped Woman.
Hilar.Then,
This, of all others, is the place for us!
Enter Melissa unperceived, at back; she listens in
astonishment.
If Man is only undeveloped Woman,
We men, if we work very hard indeed,
And do our utmost to improve ourselves—
[Pg 239]
May in good time be women! Though I own
Up to this point (as far as I’m aware)
The metamorphosis has not commenced.
Melissa. (coming down). Oh, Lady Psyche!—
Psyche. (startled). What—you heard us, then?
Oh, all is lost!
Melissa.Not so; I’ll breathe no word.
(Advancing in astonishment to Florian.)
How marvelously strange! And are you then,
Indeed, young men?
Flori.Well, yes—just now we are;
But hope, by dint of study, to become,
In course of time, young women!
Melissa. (eagerly).No! no! no!
Oh, don’t do that! Is this indeed a man?
I’ve often heard of them, but till this day
Never set eyes on one. They told me men
Were hideous, idiotic, and deformed!
They’re quite as beautiful as women are!
(patting Florian’s cheek)
Their cheeks have not that pulpy softness which
One gets so weary of in womankind!
Their features are more marked,—and oh! their chins
(feeling his chin)
How curious!
Flori.I fear it’s rather rough.
Melissa. Oh, don’t apologize—I like it so!
But I forgot; my mother, Lady Blanche,
Is coming—and her eyes are very keen—
She will detect you, sir!
[Pg 240]
Hilar.Oh, never fear!
We saw her ladyship an hour ago;
She seemed to have suspicions of our sex,
And showed us robes, and gave us needlework,
As though to test us. Well, we did the work
Like seamstresses—and named the various stuffs,
As if we’d spent a full apprenticeship
At Swan and Edgar’s!
Enter Lady Blanche. Exeunt the three Gentlemen
with Lady Psyche.
Blanche. (aside to Melissa). Here, Melissa—hush!
Those are the three new students?
Melissa. (confused).Yes, they are—
They’re charming girls!
Blanche. (sarcastically).Particularly so!
So graceful, and so very womanly;
So skilled in all a girl’s accomplishments!
Melissa. (confused). Yes very skilled!
Blanche.You stupid little fool!
Awhile ago, I placed before their eyes,
Some Cluny lace—they called it Valenciennes—
Hemming is stitching—so at least they say—
A gusset is a gore—a tuck’s a flounce—
Merino’s cotton—linen’s calico—
Poplin is silk, and rep is corduroy!
I bade them hem a pocket handkerchief—
They placed their thimbles on their forefingers!
And set about their work as clumsily
[Pg 241]
As if they had been men, in girls’ disguise!
Melissa. (trembling).
You surely wrong them, Mother dear, for see—
(picking up a case from floor)
Here is an étui dropped by one of them—
Containing scissors, needles, and—
Blanche. (taking it from her, and opening it). Cigars!!!
Why these are men! And you knew this, you cat!
Melissa. Oh, spare them—they are gentlemen, indeed,
The Prince Hilarion—betrothed long since
To Princess Ida—with two trusted friends!
Consider, Mother, he’s her husband now!
And has been, twenty years! Consider, too, (insidiously)
You’re only second here—you should be first—
Assist the Prince’s plan, and when he gains
The Princess Ida’s hand, you will be first!
You will design the fashions—think of that!
And always serve out all the punishments!
The scheme is harmless, Mother—wink at it!
Blanche. The prospect’s tempting! Well, well, well, I’ll try—
Though I’ve not winked at any thing for years!
’Tis but one step towards my destiny—
The mighty Must! Inevitable Shall!
[Exit Lady Blanche.
Melissa. Saved for a while, at least!
[Pg 242]
Enter Florian.
Melissa. Oh, sir, you must away from this at once,
My mother guessed your sex—it was my fault,
I blushed and stammered so, that she exclaimed:
“Can these be men” (then seeing this) “Why these—”
“Are men!” she would have added, but “are men”
Stuck in her throat! She keeps your secret, sir,
For reasons of her own; but fly from this,
And take me with you—that is—no, not that!
Flori. I’ll go—but not without you. (Bell.) Why, what’s that?
Melissa. The luncheon bell.
Flori.I’ll wait for luncheon, then.
See, here’s Hilarion with the stern Princess,
And Cyril with my sister Psyche, too.
Enter Cyril with Psyche, and Hilarion with
Princess, Lady Blanche, also all the other
Girls, over bridge, bearing luncheon, which is
spread. They all sit down and eat, Cyril
drinking freely.
Prin. You say you know the Court of Hildebrand?
There is a prince there—I forget his name.
Prin.Exactly. Is he well?
Hilar. If it is well to droop and pine and mope—
To sigh, “Oh, Ida! Ida!” all day long—
“Ida! my love! my life! Oh, come to me!”—
[Pg 243]
If it is well, I say, to do all this,
Then Prince Hilarion is very well.
Prin. He breathes our name? Well, it’s a common one!
And is the booby comely?
Hilar.Pretty well.
I’ve heard it said that if I dressed myself
In Prince Hilarion’s clothes (supposing this
Consorted with my maiden modesty),
I might be taken for Hilarion’s self.
But what is this to you or me, who think
Of all mankind with unconcealed contempt?
Prin. Contempt? Why, damsel, when I think of man,
Contempt is not the word!
Cyril. (getting tipsy).I’m sure of that;
Or, if it is, it surely should not be!
Hilar. (to Cyril). Be quiet, idiot, or they’ll find us out!
Cyril. The Prince Hilarion’s a goodly lad!
Prin. You know him, then?
Cyril.I rather think I do!
We were inseparables.
Prin.Why, what’s this?
You loved him then? (horrified).
Cyril.We did—and do—all three!
And he loves us sincerely in return!
Hilar. (confused). Madam, she jests—
(aside to Cyril.) Remember where you are!
Cyril. Jests? Not at all—why, bless my heart alive,
[Pg 244]
You and Hilarion, when at the Court,
Rode the same horse!
Cyril.Of course—why not?
Wore the same clothes—and once or twice, I think
Got tipsy in the same good company!
Prin. Well, these are nice young ladies, on my word—
Cyril. (to Florian). Don’t you remember that old laughing song,
That he and we would troll in unison,
At the Three Pigeons—just when daylight broke?
I’ll give it you!
Song, Cyril, Air—Laughing Song from “Manon
Lescaut.”
A young and earnest reader,
Once with a special pleader,
Was reading for the bar,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
A budding luminary,
Particularly wary,
As lovers often are,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
He met a lady bright, ha! ha!
’Twas very late at night, ha! ha!
There shone no moon nor star,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
Her head lay on his shoulder,
[Pg 245]
And what d’you think he told her?—
You’ll never guess, I know.
I scarcely like to tell you,
For fear it should repel you—
Come, whisper, whisper low!
No! no! no! no! no! no! no! no!
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
They threaded many mazes,
Of buttercups and daisies,
They wandered very far,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
So amiable he found her,
He put his arms around her,
And she opposed no bar,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
He squeezed her little fin, ha! ha!
He chucked her little chin, ha! ha!
And christened her his star,
Ha! ha! ha! ha!
Her head lay on his shoulder,
And what d’you think he told her?
You’ll never guess, I know—
I’ll hazard it and tell you,
Although it may repel you—
Come, whisper, whisper low!
No! no! no! no! no! no! no! no!
Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
(After song he lights a cigarette.)
Prin. Infamous creature—get you hence away!
[Pg 246]
Hilar. Dog! Here is something more to sing about! (Strikes him.)
Cyril. (sobered). Hilarion—are you mad?
Prin. (astonished).Hilarion? Help!
Why these are men! Lost! Lost! betrayed! undone!
(running on to bridge).
Girls, get you hence—man-monsters, if you dare
Approach one step—I—ah! (loses balance and falls.)
Psyche.Oh! save her, sir!
Blanche. It’s useless, sir, you’ll only catch your death.
(Hilarion springs in.)
Melissa.And now he lets her go—
Again she’s in his grasp—
Psyche.And now she’s not!
He seizes her back hair—
Blanche.And it comes off!
Psyche. No—no—she’s saved! She’s saved!
She’s saved! She’s saved!
(Hilarion is seen swimming with the Princess
in one arm—he swims to a bank and the
Princess and he are brought to land.)
Prin. You’ve saved our lives and so have saved your own,
But leave this palace—men in women’s clothes!
Enter Lydia, running.
Why, what’s the matter now?
Lydia.King Hildebrand,
[Pg 247]
Holding your father captive, sends to say
That if Hilarion suffers any harm,
Your father’s life will pay the penalty,
Moreover—if you do not yield yourself,
According to the tenor of your oath,
He will attack you ere to-morrow’s dawn—
And force compliance!
Prin.Will he so, indeed?
We’ll teach these men a lesson. (To Hilarion.) Get you gone!
You saved our lives—we thank you for it—go!
Arm, Amazons! We’ll show these gentlemen,
How nobly Woman vindicates her claim
To equal individuality!
Arm! Arm! This is our opportunity.
The three Gentlemen are thrust forth by the
Amazons. Tableau.
Scene Fourth
.—Hildebrand’s Camp before Ida’s Castle.
Enter Hildebrand and Gama.
Hilde. The Princess Ida still holds out, although
Our camp is fairly pitched before her walls.
King Gama, if Hilarion comes not back
All safe and sound, you’ll surely suffer death!
Your head for his!
Gama.The stakes are poorly matched:
It’s Lombard Street against a China orange!
Hilde. In the mean time, pray make yourself at home,
[Pg 248]
Direct my army as it were your own.
On every matter that concerns the state,
Your orders give;—they will not be obeyed,
But that don’t matter!
Hilde.Not a jot!
The ecstasy of absolute command
Is seriously dashed when you reflect,
That for all consequences that ensue,
You by the world are held responsible!
But here, where all are bound to hear your word
With every outward token of respect,
They systematically disobey it,
Your power of high command is just as great,
The consequences absolutely nil.
Enter Atho.
Atho. My liege, three gentlemen await without,
Attended by a troop of soldiery. (Gives note).
Gama. (reads). “The Princes Arac, Guron, Scynthius,
King Gama’s sons, desire that you will set
Their father free.” (To Atho.) Admit these gentlemen.
[Exit Atho.
My sons! That’s brave!
Enter Arac, Scynthius, and Guron.
Hilde.What would you, gentlemen?
Arac. What would we? Why look you, King Hildebrand—
[Pg 249]
You hold our father in unkingly bonds,
Our sister you beleaguer in her home,
You threaten to lay waste our richest lands,
And then you coolly ask us, “What would we?”
Guron. We come to claim our father at your hands.
Scynthius. We come to save our sister Ida from
The rude assault of savage soldiery.
Why they are girls—mere girls—and should be stormed
As other girls are stormed, if stormed at all!
Hilde. As other girls are stormed so shall they be;
We’ll use no cannon, bayonet, or sword,
For such ungentlemanly arguments—
Convincing though they be—would but convince
These women ’gainst their will! We’ll witch them forth
With love songs, odes, and idle fripperies,
Such as a woman can not long withstand.
Stay, you shall see—
Enter Atho.
Atho.All is prepared, my liege
To storm the walls—
Hilde.Then let the siege commence!
Enter First Officer.
Who leads the serenading party, eh?
First Officer. Sir Michael Costa—
Hilde.Good! the light guitars
[Pg 250]
Fall in at six—the King’s own baritones,
Led by Sir Santley—
First Officer.He’s not knighted, sir!
Hilde. He shall be, then—they will parade at five.
[Exit First Officer.
Enter Second Officer.
Second Officer. Who leads the scaling party, sir?
Hilde.Of course
The first light tenors—they can highest go.
[Exit Second Officer.
Atho. And who shall first climb up the outer wall,
And reconnoiter what goes on within?
Hilde. Some tenor, fool, who can “go up to see!”
[Exit Atho.
Let all be furnished with their photographs,
And scatter them among these amazons.
Bid the director of the poets direct
And post five hundred valentines, and see
They get them by to-night’s delivery.
Go, tell the gallant lady, who commands
The horse brigade of royal milliners,
To place five hundred toilet tables out
Within full view of Princess Ida’s walls.
Upon them place five hundred mirrors—then
Lay out five hundred robes of French design;
And if they still hold out they’re more than women!
[Exeunt Officers, Gama, Arac, Scynthius, and Guron.
King. If all this fails, I have a deadlier scheme,
[Pg 251]
Five hundred waltzing bachelors—tried men,
Who can waltz forwards—backwards—anyhow—
Shall twirl and twist before their dazzled eyes,
Thrumming soft music on a light guitar.
Song—King Hildebrand, Air, “Largo al Factotum.”
Like a teetotum with a guitar—
Just so!
La, la, la, la!
Bachelors spin at ’em thus from afar—
Just so!
La, la, la, la!
Oh, tickle their vanity;
Oh, never be chary,
Oh, flatter your fairy,
Ever unwary,
Tickle it, ah!
Bravo bravissimo,
Generalissimo.
Serve her it, ah!
Flatter her beauty,
With an acute eye,
Say it’s your duty,
Call her a star!
Sneer at another,
Coddle her mother,
Butter her brother,
Ever so far!
La, la, la, la!
[Pg 252]
Load her with frippery,
Glovery, slippery,
Cleverly planned, no going too far!
Marabout feather,
Gossamer airy,
Fastened together,
Give to your fairy.
La, la, la, la!
Oh, tickle her vanity,
Oh, never be chary,
Oh, flatter your fairy,
Ever unwary,
Tickle it, ah!
Marry her merrily,
Change it all, verily;
Snapping and wrangling,
Jingling and jangling,
Snarling and snapping,
Rubbing and rapping.
“Why are you mum to me?
“Why don’t you come to me?
“Why are you mum to me?
“Why don’t you come to me?
“Quicker, oh! quicker, oh! quicker, oh!”
My goodness! my gracious!
A row, sir!
Pucker your brow, sir,
Pucker it, ah!
Pucker it, ah!
Lick her, oh, no more!
[Pg 253]
Quicker, oh, “The door!”
Set it ajar!
Light a cigar!
Set it ajar!
Light a cigar!
Give her a sou!
Bid her adoo!
Give her a sou!
Bid her adoo!
Bravo bravissimo,
Finish your capering.
Like a teetotum
With a guitar!
With a guitar!
With a guitar!
Bravo bravissimo,
Generalissimo!
Take her and marry her,
Worry her, harry her;
Oh, you may carry her
Ever so far!
Just like a teetotum
With a guitar!
Enter Atho.
Atho. My liege, I bring good news, your plan succeeds.
Three ladies of the Princess Ida’s band
Are coming towards your camp.
Hilde.The mirrors did it!
[Pg 254]
Admit them.
Enter Hilarion, Cyril and Florian, still in
women’s clothes.
Why—Hilarion! Cyril too!
And Florian! dressed as women. Ho! ho! ho! (all jeer them).
Hilar. We gained admission to fair Ida’s halls,
By this disguise—We were detected though,
And should have suffered death, but that she knew,
In killing us, she killed her father too!
Gama. (in high glee). Here, set me free! Hilarion safe again—
Is this indeed Hilarion?
Gama. Why you look handsome in your women’s clothes,
Stick to ’em—man’s attire becomes you not!
(to Florian and Cyril) And you, young ladies, will you please to pray,
King Hildebrand to set me free again?
Hang on his neck and gaze into his eyes,
Bring all your woman’s wiles to bear on him.
He never could resist a pretty face!
Cyril. You dog! Though I wear woman’s garb, you’ll find
My sword is long and sharp.
Gama.Hush, pretty one!
Here’s a virago! Here’s a termagant!
If length and sharpness go for any thing,
[Pg 255]
You’ll want no sword while you can wag your tongue.
Flori. What need to talk of swords to such as he?
He’s old and crippled—(to Gama) Oh, if you were young,
And tolerably straight—and I could catch
You all alone, I’d—Ah!
Gama. (bashfully).Oh, go along,
You naughty girl—why, I’m a married man!
But I’ve three sons—see, ladies—here they are—
Fine fellows—young and muscular and brave.
They’ll meet you, if you will. Come, what d’ye say?
Arac. Ay, pretty ones, engage yourselves with us,
If three rude warriors who have spent their lives
Hacking at enemies, affright you not!
Hilar. (to Gama). Old as you are, I’d wring your shriveled neck
If you were not the Princess Ida’s father!
Gama. If I were not the Princess Ida’s father,
And so had not her brothers for my sons,
No doubt you’d wring my neck—in safety too!
Hilar. Enough! I speak for Florian and Cyril.
Arac, we take your challenge—three to three—
So that it’s understood that Ida’s hand
Depends upon the issue.
Arac.There’s my hand;
If she consents not—sister though she be
We’ll raze her castle to the very ground!
[Exeunt.
[Pg 256]
Scene Fifth.
—Inner Gate of Castle Adamant.
All the Lady Students discovered—the eight
Servants as Amazons—the others all around.
Flourish—Enter Princess Ida, followed by
Lady Blanche.
Prin. Is all prepared for war? We have to meet
Stern bearded warriors in fight to-day.
Wear naught but what is necessary to
Preserve your dignity before their eyes,
And give your limbs full play.
Blanche.One moment, ma’am,
Here is a paradox we should not pass
Without inquiry. We are prone to say,
“This thing is Needful—that Superfluous”—
Yet they invariably co-exist!
We find the Needful comprehended in
The circle of the grand Superfluous;
While the Superfluous can not be bought
Unless you’re amply furnished with the Needful.
These singular considerations are—
Prin. Superfluous, yet not Needful—so, you see,
These terms may independently exist.
Women of Adamant, we have to show
These men how they have under-rated us.
Now is the time to prove our titles to
The highest honors they monopolize.
Now is the time to prove our theory
That woman, educated to the work,
Can meet man face to face on his own ground,
[Pg 257]
And beat him there. Now let us set to work!
Where is our lady surgeon?
Prin. We shall require your skill to heal the wounds
Of those that fall.
Sacha.What! heal the wounded?
Sacha. And cut off real live legs and arms?
Sacha. I wouldn’t do it for a thousand pounds!
Prin. Why, how is this? Are you faint-hearted, girl?
You’ve often cut them off in theory.
Sacha. In theory I’ll cut them off again
With pleasure, and as often as you like—
But not in practice!
Prin.Coward, get you hence!
I’ve craft enough for that, and courage too.
I’ll do your work! My Amazons, advance!
Why, you are armed with spears—mere gilded toys!
Where are your muskets, pray?
Ada.Why, please you, ma’am,
We left them in the armory, for fear
That, in the heat and turmoil of the fight,
They might go off.
Prin.“They might!” Oh, craven souls,
Go off yourselves! Thank heaven, I have a heart
That quails not at the thought of meeting men.
[Pg 258]
I will discharge your muskets. Off with you!
Where’s my bandmistress?
Chloe.Please you, ma’am, the band
Do not feel well, and can’t come out to-day!
Prin. Why, this is flat rebellion! I’ve no time
To talk to them just now! But happily
I can play several instruments at once,
And I will drown the shrieks of those that fall
With trumpet music such as soldiers love.
How stand we with respect to gunpowder?
My Lady Psyche—you who superintend
The lab’ratory, where your class compounds
That hideous chemical—are you prepared
To blow these bearded rascals into shreds?
Psyche.Let us try gentler means—
Treat them with the contempt that they deserve.
We can dispense with fulminating grains
While we have eyes with which to flash our rage.
We can dispense with villainous saltpeter,
While we have tongues with which to blow them up.
We can dispense, in short, with all the arts
That brutalize the practical polemist.
Prin. (contemptuously). I never knew a more dispensing chemist!
Away! away! I’ll meet these men alone,
For all my women have deserted me!
[Pg 259]
Enter Melissa.
Melissa. Madam, your brothers crave an audience.
Prin. My brothers? Why, what do they here?
Melissa.They come
To fight for you.
Blanche.Infamous!
One’s brothers, ma’am, are men!
Prin.So I have heard;
But all my women seem to fail me when
I need them most: in this perplexity
Even one’s brothers may be turned to use.
Enter Arac, Guron, and Scynthius.
Prin.Arac, Guron, Scynthius, too! (they embrace.)
Arac. We have arranged that Prince Hilarion
And his two followers shall fight us here;
And if we fall, we’ve promised him your hand.
Prin. (sighing). So be it, Arac; brothers though you be,
With all your faults you’re brave, as brutes are brave.
So be it—fight them here, but (aside and bashfully) oh, my brother,
Kill whom you will, but spare Hilarion!
He saved my life!
Melissa. (aside to Arac). Oh, save me Florian,
He is her brother! (indicating Psyche.)
[Pg 260]
Psyche. (aside to Arac). Oh, spare Cyril, sir,
You’ve no idea what jolly songs he sings!
Arac. Bah! I can spare them all—I want them not!
But here they come, stand back, the lists prepare—
Get you within those walls, poor trembling ones,
And see that no one interferes with us.
Enter Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian, with Kings
Gama and Hildebrand—Princess and Ladies
retire within outer wall, and group themselves
on battlements.
Gama. Come boys, we’ve all prepared, begin! begin!
Why you lack mettle!—Gad, I’ll spur you up!
(To Arac) Look, Arac—there’s the son of that vile king,
Who, when he held me as his prisoner,
Tormented me with tortures worse than death.
I hadn’t any thing to grumble at!
He found out what particular meats I loved,
And gave me them—the very choicest wine—
The costliest robes—the richest rooms were mine.
He suffered none to thwart my simplest plan,
And gave strict orders none should contradict me.
He made my life a curse! Go in at them!
Avenge your father’s wrongs! (To Hilarion) And as for you—
(pointing to his sons)
Here are three princes, sirs, who stand between
[Pg 261]
You and your happiness—so cut them down!
Give them no mercy, they will give you none.
Come, Prince Hilarion, begin, begin!
You’ve this advantage over warriors
Who kill their country’s enemies for pay,
You know what you are fighting for—look there! (pointing to Ladies on battlements.)
(Desperate fight—at the end, Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian wound Arac, Guron, and Scynthius.)
Prin. (entering through gate).
Hold! stay your hands!—we yield ourselves to you.
Ladies, my brothers all lie bleeding there!
Bind up their wounds—but look the other way.
Is this the end? How say you, Lady Blanche—
Can I with dignity my post resign?
And if I do, will you then take my place?
Blanche. To answer this, it’s meet that we consult
The great Potential Mysteries; I mean
The five Subjunctive Possibilities—
The May, the Might, the Would, the Could, the Should.
Can you resign? The prince Might claim you; if
He Might, you Could—and if you Should, I Would!
Prin. I thought as much. Then to my fate I yield—
[Pg 262]
So ends my cherished scheme! Oh, I had hoped
To band all women with my maiden throng,
And make them all abjure tyrannic Man!
Prin.You ridicule it now;
But if I carried out this glorious scheme,
At my exalted name Posterity
Would bow in gratitude!
Hilde.But pray reflect—
If you enlist all women in your cause,
And make them all abjure tyrannic Man,
The obvious question then arises, “How
Is this Posterity to be provided?”
Prin. I never thought of that! My Lady Blanche,
How do you solve the riddle?
Blanche.Don’t ask me—
Abstract Philosophy won’t answer it.
Take him—he is your Shall. Give in to Fate!
Prin. And you desert me? I alone am stanch!
Hilar. Madam, you placed your trust in woman—well,
Woman has failed you utterly—try man,
Give him one chance, it’s only fair—besides,
Women are far too precious, too divine
To try unproven theories upon.
Experiments, the proverb says, are made
On humble subjects—try our grosser clay,
And mold it as you will!
Cyril.Remember, too,
Dear Madam, if at any time you feel
[Pg 263]
Aweary of the Prince, you can return
To Castle Adamant, and rule your girls
As heretofore, you know.
Prin.And shall I find
The Lady Psyche here?
Psyche.If Cyril, ma’am,
Does not behave himself, I think you will.
Prin. And you, Melissa, shall I find you here?
Melissa. Madam, however Florian turns out,
Unhesitatingly I answer, No.
Gama. Consider this, my love: if your mamma
Had looked on matters from your point of view
(I wish she had), why, where would you have been?
Lady B. There’s an unbounded field of speculation,
On which I could discourse for hours!
Prin.No doubt!
We will not trouble you. Hilarion,
I have been wrong—I see my error now.
Take me, Hilarion—“We will walk the world
Yoked in all exercise of noble end!
And so through those dark gates across the wild
That no man knows! Indeed, I love thee—Come!”
Finale, from “Le Pont des Soupirs.”
Singers know
How sweetly at a piano
A tenor and soprano
Together sound.
Singers know, &c.
[Pg 264]
This will show
That men and women verily
Can get along more merrily
Together bound.
Chorus.
This will show
That men and women verily
Can get along more merrily
Together bound!
Together bound!
Together bound!
[Pg 265]
THE PALACE OF TRUTH:
A Fairy Comedy,
IN THREE ACTS.
[Pg 266]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| King Phanor | Mr. Buckstone. |
| Prince Philamir | Mr. Kendal. |
| Chrysal | Mr. Everill. |
| Zoram | Mr. Clark. |
| Aristæus | Mr. Rogers. |
| Gélanor | Mr. Braid. |
| Queen Altemire | Mrs. Chippendale. |
| Princess Zeolide | Miss Madge Robertson. |
| Mirza | Miss Caroline Hill. |
| Palmis | Miss Fanny Wright. |
| Azèma | Miss Fanny Gwynne. |
ACT II.
INTERIOR OF THE PALACE OF TRUTH.
NOON.
ACT III.
THE AVENUE OF PALMS.
NIGHT.
[Pg 267]
THE PALACE OF TRUTH.
ACT I.
Scene.—Garden of King Phanor’s Country
House. King Phanor discovered with
Chrysal, Zoram, Aristæus, and Palmis.
Aristæus is standing sulkily apart.
As the curtain rises, King Phanor is finishing a
recitation which he is accompanying on a mandolin,
in a very affected manner.
Phanor. “Oh, I would not—no, I would not be there!”
(Zoram and Chrysal applaud vigorously.)
Chrysal. My lord, I pray you read it once again,
My ears are greedy for the golden sound.
Phan. Chrysal, you make me blush!
Chrys.My lord, a blush
Is modesty’s sole herald—and true worth
Is ever modest. Pray you, sir, again!
Phan. It’s a poor thing—a string of platitudes—
Stale metaphors—time-honored similes.
I’m a poor poet, gentlemen!
[Pg 268]
Chrys.I swear
There never lived a poet till now!
Zoram.And then
The music you have wedded to the words
(I speak of this with some authority)
Shames, in its flow of rhythmic melody,
The counterpoint of Adam de la Halle!
Phan. (bashfully). The merit is not altogether mine.
I wrote the music—but I did not make
This dainty instrument. Why, who could fail
To charm, with such a mandolin as this?
Zor. Believe me, the result would be the same,
Whether your lordship chose to play upon
The simple tetrachord of Mercury
That knew no diatonic intervals,
Or the elaborate dis-diapason
(Four tetrachords, and one redundant note),
Embracing in its perfect consonance
All simple, double and inverted chords!
Phan. (to Chrysal). A wonderful musician—and a man
Of infinite good taste!
Zor.Why, from my birth
I have made melope and counterpoint
My favorite study.
Phan.And you really care
To hear my work again, oh melodist?
Zor. Again, my lord, and even then again!
Phan. (recites). “When pitch-incrusted night aloft prevails;
[Pg 269]
“When no still goddess through the mid-air sails;
“When scorpions vomit forth their poisonous scum;
“When to the demon tryst gaunt witches come;
“When noisome pestilence stalks through the glen,
“Bellowing forth its enmity to men;
“When ghastly toads scream loudly through the air;
“Oh, I would not—no, I would not be there!”
Chrys. (in raptures). Why, where’s the cunning of the sorcerer
Placed by the magic of such words as these?
“When pitch-incrusted night aloft prevails;”
Why, there’s an epithet might make day night,
And shame the swallows to their couching place!
“When no still goddess through the mid-air sails!”
Why, here’s a blackness, Zoram, so intense
It scares the very deities away!
Phan. (explaining). “Still goddess” means the moon.
Chrys.The moon—my lord?
Of course—the moon! See how, in ignorance,
We seek upon the surface of the wave
For pearls that lie uncounted fathoms deep.
The darkness frightens e’en the moon away!
The metaphor is perfect!
Phan. (annoyed).No, no, no!
The moon has not yet risen, sir! The moon
Frightens the darkness—darkness don’t fright her!
Why sits the genial Aristæus there
All solitary? How d’you like my work?
(Aside to Chrysal) We’ll have some fun with him.
[Pg 270]
(Aloud) Your verdict, come!
Arist. I’m blunt and honest. I can’t teach my tongue
To lie, as Zoram here, and Chrysal do.
I tell the truth, sir. If you want to know
My estimate of what you’ve given us,
I think your poetry contemptible—
Your melody, my lord, beneath contempt.
Phan. That’s rather strong.
Arist.It’s strong, my lord, but true.
I’m blunt—outspoken. If I’ve angered you,
So much the worse; I always speak the truth.
Chrys. Heed not the yelping of this surly cur,
Naught satisfies him, Phanor!
Arist.There you’re wrong,
For I was satisfied to hear it once;
’Twas you that wanted it a second time!
Chrys. Back to your kennel, sham Diogenes!
Arist. I’m no Diogenes. He spent his life
Seeking an honest man. I live in courts.
Zor. My lord, I pray you send the fellow hence,
For he and we are always out of tune.
An inharmonious bracketing of notes,
Whose musical extremes don’t coalesce:
He’s sharp and we are flat.
Chrys. He’s vinegar, my lord, and we are oil.
Arist. Oil is a sickening insipid food
Unless it’s qualified with vinegar.
I’m rough and honest. If I’ve angered you,
[Pg 271]
I’ll go.
Phan. No, no, you have not angered us.
(Aside to Zoram) I like the fellow’s humor—he may rave!
I’m tired of hearing truths, so let him lie!
But where’s Queen Altemire?
Chrys.My lord, she comes—
A perfect type of perfect womanhood.
The dew of forty summers on her head
Has but matured her beauty, by my life!
For five-and-thirty years, a bud—and now
A rose full blown!
Arist. My lord, the Queen’s too fat.
Phan.Well, that may be,
But don’t you tell her so. Your insolence
Amuses me—it won’t amuse the Queen:
She has no sense of humor. So take care.
Arist. My lord, I’m rough, but honest. I’ve a tongue
That can not frame a lie.
Phan.But bear in mind
Besides that very rough and honest tongue,
You have a palate, and a set of teeth,
And several delicate contrivances
That aid digestion. Tell her she’s too fat,
And she may take offense; and, if she does,
She’ll throw that apparatus out of work:
That’s all.
[Pg 272]
Enter the Queen and Mirza.
Good morning, Altemire, my queen.
Why, you seem sad.
Altem.My lord, I’m very sad.
Palmis. The Queen is sad! Zoram, attune your lyre,
And soothe her melancholy.
Altem.No, no, no—
I’m not in cue for music—leave us, pray—
I would take counsel with my lord—look, sirs,
I am not well.
[The three Courtiers exeunt into house.
Phan. (aside to Palmis).Palmis, what’s here amiss?
What causes this? Have I done any thing?
Palmis. I know not, but I think it bears upon
Your daughter’s troth to brave Prince Philamir.
Whenever we have spoken on the point
She has commanded silence.
Phan.Well, we’ll see.
Chrysal awaits you—you may go to him;
Talk to him of your pledge to marry him,
And he’ll not silence you. There, you may go.
[Exit Palmis into house.
Now what’s the matter?
Altem.Oh, I’m sick at heart
With apprehension! Our dear Zeolide
To-morrow is betrothed to Philamir,
The bravest and the most accomplished Prince
[Pg 273]
In Christendom. Phanor, she loves him not!
Phan. What makes you think so?
Altem.Phanor, you are blind!
Why see how coldly Zeolide receives
His songs of love—his bursts of metaphor:
“I love you, Philamir,” and there’s an end.
She will vouchsafe her spouse-elect no more—
No tenderness—no reciprocity;
A cold, half-sullen and half-wayward smile,
And that is all. The maiden lavishes
More love upon her horse!
Phan.Perhaps she thinks
Her horse will bear such tokens of regard
With more discretion than her lover would!
Altem. Phanor, I tell you she loves him not.
I am a woman, with a woman’s tact.
Phan. She says she loves him.
Altem.So indeed she says,
And says no more. Phanor, had I been woo’d
With ardent songs of overwhelming love,
Framed by so fair a poet as Philamir,
It would have turned my giddy woman’s brain,
And thrilled my reason to its very core!
Phan. I never thought my wooing poetry,
Now I begin to think it may have been.
Mirza. Oh, sir, I love the Princess. Pause before
You sacrifice her earthly happiness
For sordid ends of selfish policy.
The Prince is rich. What then? The girl is poor.
But what is wealth of gold to wealth of love?
[Pg 274]
What famine’s so deplorable as his
Who hungers for a love he can not find?
What luxury so wearisome as hers
Who’s surfeited with love she values not?
King Phanor, let the Princess be released!
Altem. My lady Mirza, you forget yourself!
Mirza. I do forget myself, rememb’ring her;
I have her happiness at heart. The maid
Is more than life to me. Forgive me, Queen.
I could not help but speak.
Phan.Well, say no more.
I’ll question her, and if it then appears
She loves not Philamir, she shall be free.
I also love the girl—but, here she comes.
I’ll find some test which shall decide the point.
[Exit Phanor into house.
Enter Zeolide.
Altem. My daughter, where’s the Prince?
Zeo.I can not say;
I saw his highness yesterday, but since
Have not set eyes on him.
Altem.Has he returned
From hunting?
Zeo.Yes, I heard the Prince’s voice
Not half an hour ago.
Altem. And, in return,
You made no sign to him?
Zeo.No sign, indeed.
I heard his song—’twas very sweetly sung,
[Pg 275]
It told of love—it called for no reply.
Altem. A song of love that called for no reply?
Zeo. It asked no question, mother.
Altem.Surely, girl,
There may be questions that are not expressed.
Zeo. And answers, mother—mine was one of them!
Altem. Come, Zeolide, I’ve much to say to you.
Renounce Prince Philamir ere ’tis too late!
He will release you; he is proud and brave,
And would not force a hated life on you.
Come, Zeolide, throw off this weary bond,
And marry whom you love, or marry none!
Zeo. As I am bound, dear mother, I’ll remain,
So let me stay with Mirza.
Altem. (annoyed).You can stay!
[Exit Queen Altemire into house, glancing angrily at Mirza; Zeolide notices this with some surprise.
Zeo. Why, Mirza, how my mother frowns at you!
How have you angered her?
Mirza.I love you well;
And when I told her of my sister-love,
In words more passionate than politic,
The Queen rebuked me sternly.
Mirza. She is your mother, and she claims your love,
And can not brook that I should share that love.
I can forgive the noble jealousy
[Pg 276]
That comes of woman’s love for woman.
Zeo.Yes;
For you are Mirza—queen of womankind—
The best, the noblest woman in the world!
Mirza. Why, here is warmth! and people call you cold
Because you are so cold to Philamir.
Zeo. Why, Mirza, he’s a man!
Enter Philamir from house—he overhears Mirza.
Mirza.A man indeed!
The bravest warrior that wields a sword;
The rarest poet that ever penned a lay;
An admirable knight—gay, handsome, young,
Brave, wealthy, and accomplished—with a tongue
Might shame a siren’s!
Zeo.Hush! a siren’s tongue
Is not renowned for much sincerity.
Zeo.Indeed, I hope he is!
Phil. (coming forward). I thank you, Lady Mirza, for those words.
Mirza. (coldly). I little thought that they were overheard.
This is ungenerous, Prince Philamir.
[Bows coldly and exit; Philamir rushes to Zeolide, who receives him very quietly.
Phil. Dear Zeolide, at last we are alone!
Oh, I have longed for this!
Zeo.Indeed! And why?
[Pg 277]
Phil. And why? We can converse without reserve.
Zeo. What should I say when we are quite alone
That I should leave unsaid were others here?
I can but say, “I love you,” Philamir.
Zeo.And is not that enough?
Phil. All the world knows you love me!
Zeo.That is why
I do not blush to own it in the world.
Phil. But give me more—I love you, Zeolide,
As the earth loves the sun!
Zeo.The earth is glad
To see the sun, and asks no more than that.
You would do well to imitate the earth.
Phil. I am content to imitate the earth—
I am content to sit and gaze at you,
Tranced in a lazy glow of happiness;
But if you speak and wake me from that trance,
Wake me, dear Zeolide, with warmer words.
“I love you!” Why I know you love me well!
Say nothing, Zeolide, and I’m content.
If you say any thing, say more than that!
Zeo. What words could I employ which, tested in
The crucible of unimpassioned truth,
Would not resolve themselves into those three?
Now I must go—your sun’s about to set—
So farewell earth!
Phil.And when the sun is down
The earth is inconsolable!
[Pg 278]
Zeo.Until
The moon appears! Perhaps there is a moon
That fills my place until I rise again?
Phil. No moon, dear Zeolide; or, if there be,
She floats in one perpetual eclipse!
Zeo. The moon is not the less a moon because
The earth thinks fit to hide her from the sun!
Phil. Nay; you pursue the metaphor too far.
If I, the earth, conceal a nightly moon,
Why you, the sun, have many worlds to warm,
And some are nearer to you than this earth!
Zeo. Hush, Philamir! I’m ready to believe
That you’re an earth that knows no moon at all,
If you’ll allow that I, although a sun,
Consent to warm no other world than this!
(Kissing his forehead, and going.)
Phil. Oh, do not leave me thus, dear Zeolide.
I am a beggar, begging charity;
Throw me more coin that bears the stamp of love!
Zeo. I have one coin that bears that holy stamp—
I give you that—I have no more to give.
Phil. Tell me its value, then, in words of love!
Zeo. What! would you have me advertise my alms,
And trumpet forth my largess to the world?
Phil. Not to the world, dear Zeolide—to me!
Zeo. Ah, you would have me say “You are my world!”
You see, I have the trick of ardent speech,
And I could use it, were I so disposed.
[Pg 279]
But surely, Philamir, the mendicant
Who is not satisfied to take my alms
Until he knows how much that alms be worth,
Can scarcely stand in need of alms at all!
I love you, Philamir—be satisfied.
Whose vows are made so earnestly as hers
Who would deceive you by her earnestness?
Why, if I sought to trick you, Philamir,
I should select such phrases for my end—
So passionate—and yet so delicate,
So fierce—from overflow of gentle love,
So furious—from excess of tenderness,
That even your expressions of regard,
Unbounded in their hot extravagance,
Would pale before the fury of my words,
And you, from very shame, would call them back,
And beg my pardon for their want of warmth!
I love you, Philamir—I’ll say no more!
[Exit.
Phil. Gone! But I’ll follow her— (going).
Enter Phanor from house.
Phan.Stop, Philamir,
If, as she says, she loves you, well and good;
She’ll give you proof of it in her good time;
But if she don’t, why take an old boy’s word
(Who speaks of love with some authority),
She’ll love you none the better for the warmth
That prompts you to perpetual persecution.
The girl has taken this road—take you that.
[Philamir stands irresolute, then goes off slowly, in the direction indicated.
[Pg 280]
That’s good advice!
Enter Queen Altemire from house.
Altem.My lord, old Gélanor,
The steward of your palace, has arrived,
And waits without.
Phan.We’ll see him presently.
Altem. (with some hesitation).
Now, do you know, I often wonder why,
Possessing such a palace, furnished with
The rarest luxuries that wealth can buy,
You hold your Court in this secluded place?
I have been married to you eighteen years,
Yet I have never seen this palace, which
Stands barely twenty miles away, and which
You visit regularly once a month.
Phan. (rather confused). There are good reasons, Altemire.
Altem. (angry).No doubt!
Exceedingly good reasons! When a man
Maintains a bachelor establishment,
He has the best of reasons to decline
To take his wife there!
Phan.You’re a jealous fool.
Altem. Jealous I am, and possibly a fool,
But not a fool for being jealous.
Phan.Peace,
And I will tell you why I take you not.
That palace is enchanted. Every one
Who enters there is bound to speak the truth—
[Pg 281]
The simple, unadulterated truth.
To every question that is put to him
He must return the unaffected truth,
And strange to say, while publishing the truth
He’s no idea that he is doing so;
And while he lets innumerable cats
Out of unnumbered bags, he quite believes
That all the while he’s tightening the strings
That keep them from a too censorious world.
What do you say to that?
Altem. (amazed).Say? Would the world
Were one such palace, Phanor!
Phan.If it were,
At least we all should meet on equal terms;
But to be taken from a world in which
That influence don’t exist, and to be placed
Inside a fairy palace where it does
(Accompanied, moreover, by one’s wife),
Might take one at a disadvantage!
Altem.Well,
I am prepared to undergo the test
If you’ll accompany me.
Phan.No, no, no!
You are a worthy woman, Altemire,
But, Altemire, you have your faults!
Altem.My lord,
I am a woman!
Phan.Yes, exactly so;
If you were not a woman, Altemire,
Or, being one, were some one else’s wife,
[Pg 282]
I’d take you there to-morrow!
Altem.But, my lord,
Why won’t you take me, being what I am?
Phan. Because, my wife, I don’t know what you are.
Altem. You know, at least, that I’m a faithful wife.
Phan. I think you’re more than faithful. I believe
You are a perfect woman, Altemire,
A pattern as a mother and a wife—
And, so believing, why I do not care
To run the risk of being undeceived!
Altem. (annoyed). My lord, you are unjust! Can you believe
I should expose myself to such a test
Had I been guilty of unfaithfulness?
I am no perfect woman, Phanor. I have faults
That advertise themselves. No need to say
That I’m quick-tempered, jealous, over-prone
To underrate the worth of womankind—
Impetuous—unreasonable—vain—
I am a woman, with a woman’s faults.
But, being woman, Phanor, I’m a wife;
And, in that I am one, I need not blush.
You have some better reason. Possibly
You dread the palace on your own account?
Phan. I dread the palace, Altemire? No, no.
I am a child of impulse. All my faults
Lie on the surface. I have naught to hide.
Such little faults as sully me you know.
[Pg 283]
Phan.Ha! Am I then to understand
My Queen suspects her husband?
Phan. Then this decides me. You shall go with me.
Phan. Not a word—King Phanor can not brook
The breath of jealousy. With all his faults
His married life has been as pure as snow.
We two will go this morning.
Altem.Stay! A thought!
Let us take Zeolide and Philamir,
They shall not know the fairy influence
To which they are subjected. If the maid
Does not love Philamir, she’ll show it then,
And the betrothal can be canceled. If
She loves him, why, she’ll show it all the more:
Then the betrothal shall be ratified.
Phan. We will take Zeolide and Philamir,
Chrysal and Zoram—Aristæus too,
And Palmis—yes, and blameless Lady Mirza—
Mirza, the good, the beautiful, the pure!
Altem. Mirza! Eternal Mirza! Everywhere
I hear her irritating virtues praised!
I’m weary of the woman!
Phan.Stop a bit,
Till we are in the palace. Then we’ll learn
Not only your opinion of her worth,
But also why you hold it.
[Pg 284]
Altem.Well, well, well!
The maid is young and beautiful, and I
Am envious of that youth and beauty. See,
I can anticipate the influence
To which I’m going to subject myself.
There I was wrong. Mirza shall go with us,
And by her conduct under such a test,
Prove the injustice of my estimate.
I’ll go and warn the Court.
[Exit Queen Altemire into house.
Phan.The course I take
Is rather rash, but the experiment
Will not be destitute of interest.
Enter Gélanor from house.
Well, Gélanor, what tidings do you bring?
About our palace?
Gélan.Sir, the old, old tale.
Men come and go—and women come and go.
Although the palace gates are opened wide
To rich and poor alike—and rich and poor
Alike receive full hospitality
For any length of time they care to stay,
Few care to stay above a day or two.
Free entertainment in a princely home
Is little valued when it’s coupled with
The disadvantage of a dwelling-place
Where every one is bound to speak the truth.
When does my lord propose to start?
Phan.To-day.
[Pg 285]
But this time not alone, good Gélanor.
Gélan. And who is to accompany you, sir?
Gélan.Great heavens, my lord,
Have you reflected?
Gélan.To any place
Where one is bound to speak the baldest truth
Concerning all the actions of one’s life,
It’s hardly politic to take one’s wife!
Phan. Oh, I’ve the fullest confidence in her.
She’s a good woman, Gélanor.
Gélan.Ah, sir,
I have seen married couples by the score,
Who, when they passed within our crystal walls,
Have boldly advertised themselves prepared
To stake their souls upon each other’s faith—
But who, before they’ve spent an hour at most
Under the castle’s mystic influence,
Have separated ne’er to meet again!
Oh, have a care!
Phan.Queen Altemire knows all,
And knowing all she fears not for herself,
So I’ve no fear for her!
Gélan.But you, my liege—
How will you bear yourself ’neath such a test?
You have been married nearly eighteen years:
That’s a long time!
[Pg 286]
Enter Mirza, unobserved.
Phan.Well, yes—I’ve thought of that.
I’m a good husband—as good husbands go.
I love my wife—but still—you understand—
Boys will be boys! There is a point or two—
Say two, as being nearer to the mark—
On which I do not altogether care
To stand examination by my wife.
Perhaps I may have given out that I’ve
Been dining here—when I’ve been dining there—
I may have said “with A”—when ’twas with B—
I may have said “with him”—when ’twas with her—
Distinctions such as these, good Gélanor,
Though strangely unimportant in themselves,
Still have a value, which the female mind’s
Particularly quick to apprehend.
Now here’s a talisman—a crystal box—(producing it).
Whoever carries this within those walls
May overcome the castle’s influence,
And utter truth or falsehood as he wills.
I should do well, I think, to take this box?
Gélan. From all accounts, my lord, I think you would!
(Sees Mirza) Ahem! We are observed!
Mirza.My lord, I trust
My presence here is not inopportune?
I will withdraw.
[Pg 287]
Phan.No, Lady Mirza, no!
I was exhibiting to Gélanor
A curious specimen of crystal work—
He understands such things.
Mirza. (taking box).And so do I.
How marvelously pure! No single flaw
Affects its exquisite transparency!
A perfect emblem of a spotless life!
Gélan. But, Lady Mirza, perfect spotlessness
Is apt to smack of insipidity.
Mirza. No—hold it to the light, and see the change!
See how its exquisite prismatic hues,
Under the influence of searching light,
Are instantly made clear and manifest.
As shines this crystal in the sun, so shines
A perfect woman in the light of truth.
The modest beauties of a spotless life
Remain unknown and unsuspected, till
A ray of truth-light starts them into life,
And shows them—all unwilling—to the world!
Gélan. But there are hidden qualities of soul
That even truth can not detect. Suppose
This crystal, peerless in its spotlessness,
Turned out to be a potent talisman,
With power to work all kinds of devilry?
There are such things!
Phan. (aside).Why there are women, too
(I have known many such), to whom the box
Might still be very properly compared!
[Pg 288]
Mirza. Impossible, my lord. I’ll not believe
That aught so beautiful could be so base.
(Returning it) I thank you, sir. I’ve read a lesson here
That I shall take good heed to profit by.
Enter the Queen Altemire, with Zeolide, Phanor, Aristæus, Zoram, and Palmis, from house.
Altem. Here comes your Court, my lord.
Phan.That’s well. My friends,
I have a palace, twenty miles away—
A lovely place, engirt with crystal walls;
Its grounds will show fair flowers and shady groves,
Huge forest trees, rare fountains, hill and dale.
There’s hunting, fishing—eighteen years preserved!
There the sun shines unclouded all day long.
What say you—will you go?
Chrys.Go? What care I
Whether it rain or shine so that I may
Bask in the sunshine of my King and Queen!
Phan. In half an hour we start. Once there, our life
Shall be a song, and Aristæus here,
The jolly, genial, laughing Aristæus,
Shall strike the key-note!
Arist.Well, I’ll do my best.
Zor. But pray consider. If the intervals
Throughout the diatonic series, sir,
[Pg 289]
Were mathematically equal, why
It would not greatly matter, as you know,
Upon what note your melody commenced.
But as it is not so, we must respect
The intervals the melody demands.
No key-note struck by Aristæus could
Be correspondent with those intervals!
Phil. I’ll give the key-note. We will pass the day
By quivering willows at the waterside,
Lapped in a lazy luxury of love!
There we’ll forget the world of work-a-day,
And crown our happiness with songs of love!
What say you, dearest Zeolide?
Zeo.I’ve said
As much as it is maidenly to say—
I love you, Philamir—be satisfied!
ACT II.
Scene.—Interior of the Palace of Truth.
Enter Gélanor, meeting King Phanor and Queen
Altemire and Zeolide.
Gélan. Welcome, my lord! Madam, I humbly trust
The palace realizes all the hopes
That you had entertained concerning it.
Altem. Indeed, it far exceeds them, Gélanor.
There is no lovelier abode on earth!
[Pg 290]
And so says Zeolide.
Zeo.Indeed she does!
Why, father, I have lived near eighteen years,
And never knew until three hours ago
That you possessed so lovely a domain!
Why have I wasted eighteen years on earth,
When such a heaven as this awaited me?
Gélan. (aside to Phanor).
You have not told the Princess or your Court
The palace’s peculiarity?
Phan. Not I. The secret is our own, as yet—
The Queen’s, and yours, and mine.
Gélan.With you and me
The secret’s safe. But then—Queen Altemire—
If you have told her all—
Phan.No, no—not all!
Here is a secret which is yours and mine; (producing crystal box)
And yours and mine the secret shall remain.
Protected by this talisman, I stand,
A sturdy rock amid the shifting sands—
A salamander in a world of fire—
Achilles in a crowd of myrmidons—
Achilles, with an iron-plated heel!
Go, send my courtiers—I anticipate
No ordinary sport from watching them.
[Exeunt Gélanor and Phanor.
Altem. What are you reading, Zeolide?
Zeo. (with scroll).A song
Written by Chrysal set to Zoram’s notes;
[Pg 291]
They gave it me before we left our home,
But in the hurry of the journey here,
I managed to mislay it—here it is.
Enter Zoram, Chrysal, and Aristæus.
And here are author and composer, too—
And Critic, teeming with humanity.
Come let us hear it.
(Zeolide sings a song. At its conclusion Chrysal and Zoram applaud)
Chrys. (coming forward with all the action of a man who is expressing extreme approval).
Oh, I protest, my ears have never heard
A goodly song more miserably sung.
(Clapping hands) Oh, very poor indeed—oh, very weak,
No voice—no execution—out of tune—
Pretentious too—oh, very, very poor!
(Applauding as if in ecstacies.)
Altem. (amused). Indeed! I think I’ve often heard you say
No voice could rival Princess Zeolide’s?
Chrys. (enthusiastically). I’ve often said so—I have praised her voice,
Because I am a courtier—paid to praise.
I never meant one word of what I said;
I have the worst opinion of her voice,
And so has Zoram.
Zor.I? Oh, dear me, no!
I can form no opinion on the point,
[Pg 292]
I am no judge of music.
Zor.Not I!
I hardly know the treble from the bass,
And as to harmony—I know the word,
But hang me if I guess at what it means!
Zeo. Oh, Zoram, you are jesting—why you wrote
The air I sung!
Zor.I wrote the air? Not I,
I paid a poor musician for his work,
And palmed it off upon you as my own.
A common trick with melodists who stand
Far higher in the world’s esteem than I!
Altem. Well, Aristæus there has still to speak.
What says that rollicking philosopher?
Come, growl it out!
Arist. (gruffly, as if finding fault.) It’s sweetly pretty, ma’am,
And very nicely sung. I like it much.
Zeo. What! Aristæus pleased?
Arist. (very savagely).Of course I am;
I’m always pleased with every thing.
Altem.Indeed!
Men look on Aristæus as a man
Whom nothing satisfies.
Arist. (with outrageous bluntness). Then men are wrong,
No child’s more easily amused than I.
But, here at Court, where every one is pleased
With every thing, my amiability
[Pg 293]
Would go for naught; so I have coined myself
A disposition foreign to my own,
In hopes my clumsy boorish insolence
Might please you by its very novelty;
And prove, perchance, a not unwelcome foil
To Zoram’s mockery of cultured taste,
And Chrysal’s chronic insincerity!
I’m rough and honest, frank—outspoken—blunt.
Chrys. Boor! when you dare to say I’m insincere
You tell the truth—there, make the most of that!
Zor. Chrysal, your hand; I’m glad to find at last
Your eyes are opened to your many faults.
Chrys. How, sir, is this intentional affront?
Zor. No, not intentional. I tried to frame
A pleasant speech, but, by some awkward slip,
The truth escaped me quite against my will.
(With great admiration) You systematic liar!
Chrys.This shall cost or you or me his life.
In half an hour you shall hear from me!
[Exit Chrysal.
Zor. (in terror). What have I said?
Altem. (aside).These boobies must not fight,
But how to stop them? Here comes Philamir!
Now he and Zeolide can meet. But first
I must get rid of Zoram. (To Zoram). Get you hence,
I will contrive to pacify your foe.
Zor. (piteously). I’m sure I don’t know what I’ve done!
[Exeunt Zoram and Queen Altemire.
Enter Philamir,—Zeolide runs to him and embraces
him—he turns away.
Zeo. My love, is Philamir unhappy?
Phil.Yes.
I have heard people talking of our troth,
And prophesying that it will soon cease.
Zeo. Indeed! They think you do not love me, then?
Phil. They doubt not that—they doubt your love for me.
Some say it sleeps; some say that it is dead;
Some that it never lived. Oh, Zeolide,
If love for Philamir is yet unborn,
Why bring it now to light! Where will you find
A fitter nursery for love than this?
If that love lives, but sleeps, why wake it now
And let it revel in these golden groves.
If it is dead, why here’s a paradise
That well might summon it to second life!
Zeo. It sleeps not, Philamir, nor is it dead,
It lives and can not die.
Phil.But people say
That love should advertise itself in words
More fervid than the weary formula,
“I love you, Philamir.” You love your friends.
[Pg 295]
Why, Zeolide, I think I’ve heard you say
You love your horse!
Zeo.Unjust! You ask me, then,
To limit my illimitable love,
And circle, with a boundary of words,
A wealth of love that knows no bounds at all!
There is a love that words may typify—
A mere material love—that one may weigh
As jewelers weigh gold. Such love is worth
The gold one pays for it—it’s worth no more.
Why, Philamir, I might as well attempt
To set a price upon the universe—
Or measure space—or time eternity,
As tell my love in words!
Phil. (astonished).Why, Zeolide,
At last you speak! Why this, indeed, is love!
Zeo. (aside). What have I said?
(Aloud and coldly) Indeed, I’m glad to think
My words have pleased you!
Phil. (with enthusiasm).Pleased me? They’ve done more—
They’ve gratified my vanity, and made
Me feel that I am irresistible!
Phil.Indeed, dear Zeolide, they have.
Why how you frown!
Zeo. (coldly).If such a love as mine
Serves but to feed your sense of vanity,
I think it is misplaced.
Phil.My vanity
[Pg 296]
Must needs be fed, and with such love as yours.
I have worked hard to gain it, Zeolide!
You are not nearly as attractive as
Five hundred other ladies I could name,
Who, when I said I loved them, stopped my lips—
Zeo. (astonished). I’m glad they did!
Phil.With kisses, ere I could
Repeat the sentence; and it hurt me much
That you, who are comparatively plain,
Should give me so much trouble, Zeolide.
Zeo. (aside). What can he mean?
(Aloud.) Oh, you are mocking me—
Phil. Mocking you, Zeolide? You do me wrong!
(With enthusiasm) Oh, place the fullest value on my words,
And you’ll not overvalue them! I swear,
As I’m a Christian knight, I speak the truth!
Zeo. Why, Philamir, you’ve often told me that
You never loved a woman till we met!
Phil. (with all the appearance of rapture).
I always say that. I have said the same
To all the women that I ever woo’d!
Zeo. And they believ’d you?
Phil.Certainly they did.
They always do! Whatever else they doubt,
They don’t doubt that! (He tries to embrace her.)
Zeo. (horror-struck).Away, and touch me not!
Phil. What? Has my earnestness offended you,
Or do you fear that my impassioned speech
Is over-colored? Trust me, Zeolide,
[Pg 297]
If it be over-charged with clumsy love,
Or teem with ill-selected metaphor,
It is because my soul is not content
To waste its time in seeking precious stones,
When paste will answer every end as well!
Zeo. Why, Philamir, dare you say this to me?
Phil. All this, and more than this, I dare to say.
I dare to tell you that I like you much,
For you are amiable, refined, and good—
Saving a little girlish diffidence
I have no serious fault to find with you!
Phil.Indeed, I think I am,
But let that pass. In truth I like you much.
At first I loved you in an off-hand way!
Phil.Until the novelty wore off,
And then, receiving but a cold response
To all the seeming fury of my love,
My pride was nettled, and I persevered
Until I made you tell me of your love,
In words that bore comparison with mine.
I’ve done that, and I’m amply satisfied.
Zeo. (in blank astonishment).
And this is Philamir, who used to breathe
Such words of passion and such songs of love!
Those words that fiercely burnt with such false fire,
Those songs that sung so lovingly of lies,
Bore unsuspected fruit—I gathered it
And garnered it away. Oh, Philamir,
[Pg 298]
As misers store up gold, I stored my love
In all the inmost corners of my heart,
Dreading to speak or look at Philamir,
Lest some unguarded word or tell-tale glance
Should give a clew to all the wealth within!
I laughed within myself, as misers laugh,
To find my hoard increasing day by day,
And now—the coin I hoarded up is base—
The flowers that decked my life are worthless weeds—
The fruit I plucked is withered at the core—
And all my wealth has faded into air!
Phil. Faded? Why, Zeolide, what do you mean?
I do not love you as a lover should,
Yet you reproach me! Oh, you are unjust.
Zeo. Indeed, I’ll not reproach you! Let me go.
My grief shall be as silent as my love.
Farewell!
[Exit.
Phil. That woman’s mad! Unquestionably mad!
My show of love has sent her brain adrift.
Poor girl! I really like her very much.
I tell her that I love her—and in words
Which never yet were known to miss their mark
When uttered by Prince Philamir—in words
So charged with passion that they well might charm
The very proudest maid in Christendom;
And off she bounces as indignantly
As if I’d told the very plainest truth!
[Pg 299]
Enter Chrysal.
Chrys. Your Royal Highness seems disturbed.
Phil.I am!
I’m much annoyed with Princess Zeolide.
You know how coldly she has hitherto
Received the protestations of my love?
Chrys. (politely). I do indeed. You’ve been the laughing-stock
Of all the Court for months on that account.
Phil. (amazed). Oh, have I so?
Chrys.Upon my soul, you have.
Phil. You’re candid, sir.
Chrys. (still as if paying a compliment). I can afford to be
Extremely candid with Prince Philamir.
But let that pass. You were reminding me
How coldly Princess Zeolide received
Your vows. What then?
Phil.Why, not ten minutes since
Her manner changed, and all her pent-up love
Burst from her lips in frenzied eloquence.
I was astounded!—I, of course, began
To echo all her sentiments ten-fold.
I picked the very fairest flowers that grow
Upon the dreamy plains of metaphor,
And showered them upon her. White with rage
She started from me—telling me, with tears,
Her dream of love had melted into air!
I see you don’t believe me, Chrysal—
[Pg 300]
Chrys.Well,
I half believe you. I can scarcely think
The Princess spoke with rapture of your love;
But I can quite believe that when you spoke
In what you’re pleased to think is metaphor,
The well-bred Princess shrank instinctively
From such a florid prince as Philamir (with a respectful bow).
Phil. (haughtily). This form of compliment is new to me!
Chrys. My lord, my speciality consists
In framing novel forms of compliment.
But who comes here—a modest little maid—
Enter Azèma—she starts on seeing Philamir and
Chrysal.
Phil. (angrily). She hears you, sir!
(Politely to Azèma) I fear we’ve frightened you?
Azèma.Oh no, indeed,
I am not frightened, though I seem to be.
(Azèma’s manner is characterized by the extremest modesty and timidity throughout this scene.)
Chrys. But why affect a fear you do not feel?
Azèma. (with extreme timidity).
Because, although I entered here to seek
Prince Philamir, I’m anxious he should think
This meeting is a simple accident.
Do not suppose that this is modesty,
[Pg 301]
’Tis but an artifice to make you think
That I am timid as a startled fawn!
Chrys. (aside to Philamir). This is a character. I’ll open fire
And storm her weakest point—her vanity.
Now, my artillery of compliments,
A salvo, if you please. (Aloud, with the air of one who is paying an elaborate compliment) I have remarked
That you’ve a certain girlish prettiness,
Although your nose is sadly underbred.
(Aside) That’s rather neat!
Azèma.Are you Prince Philamir?
Chrys. Not I, indeed, fair lady. This is he—The most conceited coxcomb in the world (with an elaborate bow to Philamir, who starts angrily).
No thanks—indeed ’tis true.
Azèma. (to Chrysal). Then go your way—
I don’t want you! I only want the prince.
’Twas Philamir I came to captivate.
Chrys. Here’s candor if you like!
Azèma.Oh, leave us, sir!
Find some excuse to go, that he and I
May be alone together.
Phil.Leave me, sir.
I’ll give your tongue a lesson ere the night!
Chrys. How has my tongue offended?—Oh, I see—
Exactly—don’t explain! (Aside) Poor Zeolide!
[Exit.
[Pg 302]
Phil. Insolent scoundrel! (following him.)
Azèma.Oh, don’t follow him.
I want you here alone. You can begin—
I am not shy, though I appear to be.
Indeed, I entered here ten minutes since,
Because I heard from those outside the gates,
That you, Prince Philamir, had just arrived.
Phil. Then you’re a stranger here?
Azèma.I am, indeed!
The people told me any one was free
To enter.
Phil.Yes, quite right. Did they say more?
Azèma. Oh, yes, much more. They told me, then, that you
Received but sorry treatment at the hands
Of Princess Zeolide. They told me, too,
That your betrothal might ere long collapse;
(With extreme modesty) So thought I, as I am beyond dispute
The fairest maid for many a mile around—
And as, moreover, I possess the gift
Of feigning an enchanting innocence,
I possibly may captivate the prince,
And fill the place once filled by Zeolide.
(Sits; her ankle is exposed.)
Phil. The Princess has a candid enemy!
I beg your pardon, but the furniture
Has caught your dress.
Azèma. (re-arranging her dress hastily) Oh, I arranged it so,
[Pg 303]
That you might see how truly beautiful
My foot and ankle are (as if much shocked at the exposé).
Phil.I saw them well,
They’re very neat.
Azèma.I now remove my glove
That you may note the whiteness of my hand.
I place it there in order that you may
Be tempted to inclose it in your own.
Phil. To that temptation I at once succumb.
(Taking her hand—she affects to withdraw it angrily.)
Azèma. (with affected indignation.)
Go on! If you had any enterprise,
You’d gently place your arm around my waist
And kiss me. (Struggling to release herself)
Azèma.Oh, no!
It’s true that I should start with every show
Of indignation, just in order to
Maintain my character for innocence—
But that is all.
Phil. (puts his arm round her and kisses her).
There, then—’tis done!
Azèma. (starting, with a great show of rage). How, sir?
I think it’s time that I should take my leave.
(Very indignantly) I shall be in the Avenue of Palms
At ten o’clock to-night. I mention this
[Pg 304]
That you may take the hint and be there, too! (going.)
Phil. One moment, pray. Let me assure you now,
That such an unmistakable coquette,
And one who shows her cards so candidly,
Will not supplant the Princess Zeolide!
Azèma. (surprised). Supplant the Princess Zeolide? Why, sir,
By what authority do you imply
That I have cherished any such design?
Phil. Your own admission.
Azèma.Oh, impossible!
(Indignantly) But as it seems that I’ve no chance with you,
I’ll try the gentleman who left us here.
He comes!
Enter Chrysal.
Oh, sir, I crave a word with you!
Are you a wealthy man? (with extreme delicacy of manner.)
Azèma. And you’ve a title?
Chrys.Yes, of highest rank.
Chrys.A bachelor as yet,
Betrothed to Palmis.
Azèma. (shrinking).Oh! (Hopefully.) But possibly
You do not love her much!
[Pg 305]
Chrys. (with enthusiasm). Oh, not at all!
Azèma. You’ll do—give me your arm. (He does so—she shrinks.)
Oh, sir, indeed—
(Impatiently to Chrysal, who hesitates)
Do take my hand and put it through your arm.
(He does so) That’s it! Oh, sir, indeed I know you not!
[Exeunt Chrysal and Azèma,—Azèma affecting to try and release herself. Philamir stands astounded for a moment.
Phil. I’ve found a clew that solves these mysteries!
This palace is enchanted ground! It’s plain
That there’s some subtle influence at work,
Affecting everybody here—but me!
Chrysal, the honey-tongued, turns out to be
A blunt and scurrilous outspoken boor;
Zoram, the musical enthusiast,
Can hardly tell the treble from the bass;
Then Aristæus, surly, blunt and gruff,
Turns out to be the gentlest soul alive;
And, most inexplicable change of all,
The amiable but prudish Zeolide
Becomes a foolish vixen, blind with love,
Maddened with jealous and unreasoning rage!
Then comes a girl—a commonplace coquette—
Who, while she lays her plans with practiced skill,
Explains their aim, and holds them to the light
That all may see their arrant hollowness!
It’s evident there’s some enchantment here
[Pg 306]
That shows up human nature as it is,
And I alone resist its influence!
Ah, here is Mirza—lovely paragon—
I’ll notice how it operates on her.
Enter Mirza.
Mirza. (starts). I beg your pardon. I was looking for
My diary; I’ve dropped it hereabouts.
Phil. Allow me to assist you in your search?
Mirza. (hastily). No, no; that must not be. My diary
Must ne’er be seen by other eyes than mine!
Mirza.My very inmost thoughts—
The secret utterances of my heart—
Are there inscribed. I would not for my life,
That any eyes but mine should rest on it.
Phil. Can Lady Mirza harbor any thought
That all the world may not participate?
I’ll not believe it.
Mirza. (eagerly). Hush—I charge you, sir!
Ask me no questions here—for I have learnt
That this is fairy ground, where every one
Is bound, against his will, to speak the truth.
If you interrogate me, I am bound
To answer truly. I need say no more
To such a courteous knight as Philamir.
Phil. (aside). It is then as I thought! (Aloud) I guessed the truth—
[Pg 307]
This palace doubtless is enchanted ground,
And I alone resist its influence!
Phil.I had occasion some time since
To feign unbounded love for Zeolide
(For whom I don’t particularly care):
Well, notwithstanding my indifference,
I spoke with all my usual gush of love,
From which I venture to conclude that I
Am unaffected by this magic power.
Mirza. You do not love the Princess Zeolide?
You who professed unutterable love?
Phil. I liked her well enough at first, but now
I’m weary of my liking. She displays
So much unreasonable petulance,
Such causeless anger—such unbridled wrath,
That I’m resolved to break the weary link
That binds us. I’ll be free to love again. (Taking Mirza’s hand)
Mirza. (releasing herself). Oh, Philamir! Oh, shame upon you, sir.
She loves you! You are loved by Zeolide!
Why there’s a heaven opened to your eyes,
And you’ll not enter, Philamir! Oh, shame
To blight so true a heart as hers! Oh, fool,
To throw aside in wrath so fair a prize!
Phil. But listen—I’ve a fairer prize in view.
Mirza—I love you!
Mirza. (shuddering with terror). Spare me, sir, I pray!
[Pg 308]
Phil. Now by this castle’s mystic influence,
I challenge you to answer truthfully—
Do you love me?
Mirza. (shrinking from him). Have pity, Philamir!
Withdraw your question, I beseech you, sir!
If you insist, I must perforce reply—
I charge you, on your knighthood, press me not!
(Philamir pauses, struggling with his feelings.)
Phil. (releasing her). My Lady Mirza, you are free to go.
[Exit Mirza hastily.
How subtly works the mystic influence,
That all seem subject to,—excepting me!
And from the fearful ordeal only one
Of all the women here comes out unscathed.
The peerless Mirza—good, and wise, and pure,
Most excellent and unapproachable!
To know that Mirza loves me, is to know
That she is mortal—that I knew before.
To know that Mirza’s worthy of my love,
And that, despite the searching influence
That I alone resist—oh, this indeed
Is happiness!—I’m sure she loves me well!
Enter Zeolide.
Zeo. Indeed she does! If half-an-hour ago
She spoke abruptly to her Philamir,
She bitterly repents it. Oh, my love,
Forgive me, for in truth I love you well!
Phil. (embracing her fondly). But my remark did not apply to you;
[Pg 309]
I spoke of Lady Mirza.
Phil.Yes,
I’m quite convinced she loves me!
Zeo.Philamir,
You should not jest with such a sacred word.
You’ve played your joke upon me and you’ve seen
How readily I fell into the trap;
Let that content you. There—I’m not annoyed—
I’ll not be caught again!
Phil. (earnestly).Dear Zeolide,
Indeed I do not jest—nor did I when
You left me in unwarrantable rage.
I love the Lady Mirza—she loves me.
Zeo. (horrified). She told you so?
Phil.Well, no. I’m bound to say
She did not tell me so in open words;
Her love for you restrained her. She’s too good—
Too pure—too honorable—to allow
A passion for her dearest friend’s betrothed
To master her. You should have heard her plead
Your hopeless cause. She struggles with her love,
And tries to keep it down—but still she loves.
Zeo. (astounded). And you return this love?
Phil.Most heartily.
(With affectionate gesture). I’m getting weary of you, and I wish
That I could find sufficient argument
To justify me in releasing you. (She shrinks from him.)
[Pg 310]
Why now you frown again! Oh, Zeolide,
This willfulness is insupportable!
Zeo. (enraged). Support it then no longer, Philamir!
There—you are free—our bond is at an end;
Choose your path, I’ll choose mine. Our roads diverge.
We part and may not meet again. Farewell!
(Changing her manner) Oh, Philamir, heed not my words, I spoke
In reckless haste—I spoke my death-warrant!
Philamir, do not leave me, let me live;
See how I love you! I am at your feet—
I, Zeolide, whom once you thought so cold—
I, Zeolide, who am not wont to kneel!
Oh, give me till to-night, and pass the hours
That intervene in marshaling the past,
And let that plead my cause! You loved me once,
You asked me for my love—I gave my life,
For I must die if you abandon me!
Have mercy on me! Give me till to-night!
There’s some enchantment in this fearful place.
This is not Philamir—it is his shape,
But does not hold his soul. Before the night
I’ll seek my father, and I’ll gain from him
The key that solves this fearful mystery.
Go now—nay, do not speak—no—not a word—
I’ll not believe that this is Philamir.
Go, leave me now—and we will meet to-night!
[He hesitates; then exit.
[Pg 311]
Oh, Philamir, my love, my love, my love!
(She falls sobbing on couch).
Enter Palmis.
Palmis. What? Zeolide in tears? Has Philamir
Been too emphatic in his vows of love?
Have pity on him!
Zeo.Palmis, pity me—
He loves me not!
Palmis. (relieved). Oho! He told you so?
Palmis. Then there is hope for you. Come dry your eyes;
When men are over head and ears in love,
They can not tell the truth—they must deceive,
Though the deception tell against themselves!
Here Chrysal comes—(astonished) a lady on his arm!
Enter Chrysal and Azèma—he leaves Azèma
abruptly on seeing Palmis.
Palmis. Why, Chrysal, who is this? Where have you been?
Chrys. (affectionately).
I have been wandering through shady groves
With that exceedingly attractive girl.
Palmis. You have been flirting, sir?
Chrys. (putting his arm round her waist). Exceedingly!
[Pg 312]
I always do when I’m away from you.
Palmis. (to Azèma). Oh, you’re a brazen woman!
Azèma. (with great modesty).That I am!
An ordinary every-day coquette,
Who lives on admiration, and resolves
To gain it by whatever means she can.
Zeo. (aside to Palmis).
Palmis, there’s some enchantment in this place—
I know not what—it influences all.
Do not dismiss him yet, until we learn
Its nature!
Chrys. (with affection). Yes, my Palmis, wait awhile,
Do not dismiss me yet; although it’s true
I never loved you, yet I want your love
Because you have much influence at Court,
And have it in your power to help me on
To further favor.
Palmis. (astounded). Chrysal, are you mad?
You never loved me?
Chrys. (enthusiastically). Never, on my soul!
In point of fact, I always hated you,
And mean to tell you so when I have won
The highest rank your mistress can confer.
In the mean time, however, I am fain
To make you think that I adore you still.
Observe the heaving of my swelling heart;
My fervid manner—my ecstatic gaze—
It’s all assumed!
Palmis.Oh, miserable man!
[Pg 313]
Go—get you hence, sir.
Chrys. (astonished).Palmis, what on earth
Possesses you?
Palmis.Don’t speak to me again,
I can’t endure you!
Re-enter Zoram.
Zor.I am glad of this.
Dear Palmis, I for many a weary day
Have sought to win your love from Chrysal here,
By every mean, contemptible device
That my unequaled cunning could suggest.
Chrys. (amazed). And you admit this to my very face?
Zor. (cordially). With pleasure, Chrysal. I have sought in vain,
By daily blackening your character,
To sicken pretty Palmis of her love.
I’ve told her you’re an unexampled rake,
A gambler and a spendthrift, mean, poor, base,
Selfish and sordid; cruel, tyrannical;
But all in vain, she loves you all the more.
(Taking his hand) Forget the angry words you spoke to-day;
In the glad glow of hope that I shall gain
Your Palmis’ love, I freely pardon you.
Chrys. (in furious rage). This evening, in the Avenue of Palms,
I shall await you, sir.
Zor. (in blank astonishment). Oh dear, oh dear,
[Pg 314]
What have I said?
Enter Gélanor.
Gélan.Hush, gentlemen—the Queen.
Re-enter Queen Altemire hastily.
Altem. (in a rage). Where is the King? Go, send him here to me.
Oh, Zeolide, go, get you hence away,
For I have words for Phanor that ’twere best
His daughter did not hear.
Re-enter Phanor and Mirza.
Altem. Now, sir, I’ve every reason to believe,
From what I’ve heard, that you’re deceiving me!
I’ll question you—oh, infamous old man!
Phan. (aside). The Queen is jealous. Where’s my talisman?
(finds it.)
All right—it’s well I have it with me now.
(Aloud) Interrogate me. Conscious innocence
Has little fear of Palaces of Truth!
Altem. You have been walking in the shrubbery,
What were you doing there?
Phan. (with great show of love for Altemire).
Why, making love
To Mirza. I invariably do
Whenever I’ve a chance; but all in vain.
She’s a good woman, and despises me.
(To Mirza) Haven’t I offered love to you?
[Pg 315]
Phan. And you despise me, don’t you?
Phan. (to Altemire). I told you so, and she indorses it.
Believe me, I am bound to speak the truth!
Altem. (bitterly). I do believe you.
Phan. (taking her by the hand). Thank you, Altemire.
Altem. Stand off, don’t touch me, horrible old man!
You tell me you’ve made love to Mirza?
Phan. (astonished).No!
Did I say that?
Zor.You did indeed, my lord!
Phan. I said that I made love to Mirza?
Chrys.Yes,
Those were the very words!
Phan.Oh, Mirza, come,
You can deny this!
Mirza.Would, my lord, I could.
To spare the Queen I would be silent, but
Some unknown power masters me, and makes
Me own, against my will, that it was so!
Altem. There, sir—you hear her words!
Phan. (aside to Gélanor).Why, Gélanor,
How’s this? The talisman is out of gear!
(Showing box to Gélanor).
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Gélan. Let me examine it. (Takes it and returns it.) A forgery!
A clever imitation; virtueless!
It lacks the small inscription on the hinge!
(Phanor falls breathless into a chair.)
Phan. To-morrow morning we go home again!
ACT III.
Scene.—The Avenue of Palms—night. Chrysal
discovered with a drawn sword in his hand.
Enter Gélanor.
Gélan. Chrysal, alone! And with a naked sword!
Chrys. I’m waiting Zoram. I have challenged him.
He meets me here—the Avenue of Palms.
Gélan. Has he offended you?
Chrys.Most grievously.
You heard the words he used to me to-day?
Chrys.Then blood must flow. I am a knight.
My knightly honor claims this sacrifice,
I’ve been insulted—one of us must die!
Gélan. You are a valiant man, if one may judge
By your demeanor.
Chrys. (very valiantly).My demeanor? Bounce!
Mere idle empty froth and nothing more.
Why, notwithstanding that I look so brave,
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I’d give the riches of a universe
To find some decent means of backing out;
But, no, my honor must be satisfied!
If I endured with patience Zoram’s taunts,
I should deserve to have my knightly spurs
Struck from my heels! ’Sdeath, sir, I’m bound to fight!
Gélan. Is Zoram a good swordsman?
Chrys.Not at all.
I’m far more skilled—but still I can’t repress
A certain sense of terror. Accident
May give him victory.
Chrys. (indignantly). To Zoram? Never! Would you have me stain
My hitherto untarnished ’scutcheon? Shame!
Stand back—he comes!
Enter Zoram, with drawn sword.
Well, sir, you’ve kept your word.
Chrys. (very sternly). I’m very much surprised—
I may say disappointed—to remark
That you’re prepared to fight, and do not show
The signs of terror that I hoped to see.
Zor. (very bravely). Oh, sir, I pray you don’t deceive yourself!
My valiant manner hides an inward fear
That almost robs me of the power of thought!
Chrysal, you’ve grievously insulted me,
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My sense of honor forces me to fight!
But I would rather have my hand cut off
(Could that be done without inflicting pain)
Than measure swords with you!
Chrys. (furiously). I am, but you don’t know it,
You musical impostor!
Zor.Ha, what’s that?
I can stand much abuse and never flinch,
But when you twit me with my ignorance
Of musical expressions, blood alone
(Unless we’re interrupted) can extract
The venom of the insult! Come! On guard! (They fight.)
Gélan. (aside). These donkeys must not fight!
(Aloud) Come—let me try
To reconcile you.
Chrys.Reconcile us? No!
But you can interfere to stop the fight! (They desist.)
Zor. (looking reproachfully at Gélanor).
I little thought when I called Chrysal on,
That such a venerable gentleman
Would suffer two impetuous headstrong youths
To cut each other’s throats.
Chrys. This hound abused me!
Both. Our honor must be satisfied! (They cross swords.)
[Pg 319]
Gélan.No, no—
Attend to me. Within these crystal walls
A strange mysterious influence prevails:
All men are bound to speak the plainest truth!
And this they do, without suspecting it.
(To Zoram) When Chrysal spoke the words that angered you
He did not mean to speak them. He believed
That he was paying you a compliment.
(To Chrysal) When Zoram said that he considered you
A systematic liar, mean, poor, base,
Selfish, and sordid, cruel, tyrannical,
’Twas what he thought—not what he would have said!
Chrys. I see—if that was only what he thought
It makes a difference.
Gélan.What could he say?
He was compelled, you know, to speak the truth.
Chrys. Of course, I understand. Zoram, your hand!
Zor. With pleasure. (Shaking hands with Chrysal.)
Chrysal, I should like to say
That I esteem you—but indeed I can’t.
My detestation of you knows no bounds.
Chrys. How, sir? A fresh affront?
Zor.What can I do?
I try my best to say agreeable things,
But you’re so utterly contemptible!
I’d put it more politely, but I can’t!
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I’m bound against my will to speak the truth!
I’d not insult you openly, for worlds—
Indeed, it’s only what I think of you!
Chrys. If it is only what you think of me,
Why say no more; give me your hand again—
My knightly honor’s amply satisfied!
[They sheathe their swords, then exeunt arm in arm.
Gélan. So dies that breeze away! Oh, honor, honor!
Let no one take you at the estimate
Your self-elected champions price you at!
More harm is worked in that one virtue’s name,
Than springs from half the vices of the earth!
Enter Queen Altemire, in violent rage.
Altem. Why, Gélanor, this is no spot for you,
You’d better go—the King will wish you gone.
Altem.I’ll tell you, Gélanor,
His majesty has an appointment here.
Oh, Gélanor, I’ve been alone with him
This afternoon, and I have learnt such things!
Why, even here—despite the castle’s charm,
Despite the sacred influence of the place,
He prosecutes his infidelities!
At first he persecuted Mirza, but
Failing to find much favor in her eyes,
He looked for other game. Why, Gélanor,
He meets some woman called Azèma here,
[Pg 321]
At ten o’clock to-night!
Altem. Then I resolved to know the very worst.
I locked him in my room and questioned him
For full three hours about his married life.
Oh, I elicited such fearful things!
Why, Gélanor, there’s not a woman’s name
In all the long baptismal catalogue
That’s not identified with his intrigues!
Tall, short, stout, slender, fair, dark, old and young,
High, low, rich, poor, good, bad, maid, widow, wife,
Of every country and of every clime!
All’s fish that his nets catch!
Gélan.And a king’s net
Is very comprehensive. Here she comes!
Enter Azèma.
Altem. Is this the woman? Tell me, who are you?
Altem.And I am the Queen!
Azèma. (bowing). Then, madam, you’re extremely in the way.
Azèma.I’ve an appointment with the King,
Of which you are entirely unaware;
But though I’m much annoyed to find you here,
I’m glad to find you here with Gélanor.
Azèma.If our intrigue should come to light,
[Pg 322]
We can retaliate by giving out
That you and Gélanor are just as bad.
Gélan.Oh, this is past belief!
Altem. Infamous hussy, you shall pay for this!
Azèma. Why, madam, how have I offended you?
Altem. How?—you are here to meet the King, alone;
At night—by pre-arrangement—in the dark!
Azèma. Oh, madam, this indeed is terrible!
That poor Azèma should be charged with this!
It’s true I’ve an appointment with the King,
But as you’re not aware of it, your words
Are utterly unjustifiable.
These flashing eyeballs and this angry blush
(At least I hope I’m blushing) represent
The noble rage of outraged innocence.
I’ll to the King, and let him know at once
How, as I wandered through the grove, alone,
I found you here with wicked Gélanor,
At night—by pre-arrangement—in the dark.
Oh, shame upon you—shame upon you, Queen!
[Exit Azèma—Altemire and Gélanor stand confounded.
Gélan. Your majesty, I think I’d better go.
Altem. Absurd! the notion is preposterous!
You’re old enough to be my father.
Gélan.Quite!
And wise enough to know that proper folk
Will only say “that makes the matter worse!”
[Pg 323]
Altem. But surely here, in this enchanted home,
Where all are bound to speak the truth, our word
Will guarantee our perfect innocence!
Gélan. Yes, if the King is pleased to take our word;
But, as you’ve brought a charge against the King,
Analogous to that which will be brought
Against ourselves, he may ignore the fact
That truth is truth. No, no, upon the whole,
I think, your majesty, I’d better go!
[Exit Gélanor.
Enter Palmis and Zeolide, Zeolide weeping.
Palmis. Nay, do not weep, dear mistress.
Zeo.Ah, my friend,
What comfort can you offer me?
Palmis.I’ve heard
That when one is oppressed with weight of woe,
Some solace may be found in dwelling on
The grief of one more sorely laden still.
Zeo. More sorely laden? Where will Zeolide
Find one whose misery outweighs her own?
Palmis. Your misery, though great, is but a grain
When balanced in the scales with mine!
Palmis. Yes; Philamir respects you. He esteems
Your moral excellence, although no doubt
He does not love you as a lover should;
But Chrysal always hated me, and sought
To gain that love I gave so willingly
To hasten his promotion at the Court.
[Pg 324]
Your case and mine are different. Besides,
You angered Philamir. I never gave
My Chrysal any reason for his hate.
Zeo. How did I anger him?
Palmis.Your petulance
Annoyed him.
Zeo.Petulance! He told me that
He only liked me!
Altem. (coming forward). True, but you forget
He was compelled to speak the plainest truth,
And knew not that he spoke it. He believed
(While he was telling you he loved you not)
That he was breathing ardent words of love;
Believing this, your reasonable rage
Seemed in his eyes irrational caprice,
And changed his waning love to sheer dislike.
Zeo. Is this the truth then?
Altem.Yes, I think it is.
The test has been exceedingly severe.
Zeo. I’ll wed no man who can not stand this test.
Palmis. Then, Zeolide, you’ll surely die a maid!
Altem. Come, come, be reasonable. Philamir
Is but a man—a vain and idle one,
But under this veneer of coxcombry
There’s sterling stuff. The man is honest gold,
And vanity has silver-plated him.
Palmis. At all events, you know he likes you well.
How many maidens when they wed a man
Have reason to be sure of half as much!
Zeo. But then his love for Mirza!
[Pg 325]
Altem.Idle pique!
No doubt he hoped—as other lovers hope—
In the fierce whirlpool of a new-born love
To drown remembrance of the love just dead.
Here comes the Lady Mirza! We will go,
And leave you with her. Tell her every thing;
She is a noble lady—wise and pure!
She will not rob you of your Philamir.
There—tell her all!
Zeo.Forgive me, mother dear,
My heart is softened. I have been unjust.
[Exeunt Altemire and Palmis.
Enter Mirza.
Mirza. Oh, Zeolide, I know what you would say.
Say on, dear Zeolide, and have no fear.
Zeo. Mirza, for three long years we two have been
As sisters are, and I would speak to you
As younger sister speaks to elder-born.
Give me your counsel, Mirza, it will be
As pure, as true, as honest as those eyes.
Mirza. If counsel such as mine can serve you aught,
’Tis thine, dear Zeolide. My sister, speak.
Zeo. With all my soul I love Prince Philamir.
A lady—good and beautiful and wise—
Unwittingly hath robbed me of my love;
She is too pure, too gentle, too divine,
To seek a love that rightly is not hers.
No, no, this lady hath not sought his love—
[Pg 326]
Of that I’m certain, yet she hath his love!
Oh, Mirza, when my Philamir declared
His love for me, I cast away the world
To enter Paradise. Now, Philamir
Has led this lady (all unwillingly)
Within its gates, and I am left without—
A lonely wanderer ’twixt earth and heaven.
Mirza, dear sister, say—what shall I do?
Give me thy counsel—I’ll abide by it.
Mirza. No need to speak to me in parable.
I am that lady whom you over-praise—
That most unhappy woman, Zeolide!
Despite myself, I must admit the truth,
I do love Philamir—shrink not from me.
Mine is no idle love. Four years ago,
Ere you had ever seen Prince Philamir,
I was a lady of his father’s Court.
He loved me even then, and I loved him—
No need to tell you, dearest Zeolide,
The nature of that love; you know too well
How women love who love Prince Philamir!
We were betrothed, but secretly. Alas!
I was a humble waiting lady, he
A mighty Prince—so we concealed our love.
Then it was rumored that he sought your hand,
That policy, the curse of kings, required
That he should marry you. Then I fell ill—
(Struggling with her emotion) Pass over that. Let it suffice that I
Released him—for I loved him passing well!
[Pg 327]
Zeo. (amazed). I never knew of this!
Mirza.No, Zeolide,
I’ve learnt to bear my sorrow silently.
But for the sacred genius of this spot,
Whose influence no mortal can resist,
My secret would have passed away with me.
But I was true to you; for though I saw
How coldly you received his vows of love—
Zeo. (rising astonished). Coldly! Why, every word he spoke to me
Rang through my brain, and would have waked up love
Had love been dead!
Mirza.I thought you loved him not.
But though I grieved for him, yet when he spake
(As he at times would speak) of our old love,
I checked him with a simulated scorn,
For then, dear Zeolide, I loved you both!
Zeo.Why, then,
Have mercy on me, give me Philamir—
He is the soul and essence of my life!
Dear sister Mirza, give him back to me.
Oh, rather take my life than take my love,
And leave me here to linger on, alone!
Mirza. Fear not, dear Zeolide, I love him well,
But I will never see his face again!
Zeo. Promise me this—swear to renounce his love!
[Pg 328]
Mirza. As there’s a shining sun in heaven I swear!
See, I am brave, and I will fight my love
As I have fought ere this. Take courage, dear,
I’ll leave this place to-night, and Philamir
Shall ne’er set eyes upon my face again.
There, go—I’ll tell him this. He’s coming now—
Go dry your eyes—he should not see them so.
Come back again when they are at their best.
[Exit Zeolide.
Enter Philamir.
Phil. Mirza—I have some words to say to you—
The diary you lost to-day?
Mirza. (eagerly).Well, sir,
And have you found it?
Phil.Mirza, I have found
A portion of it—one loose leaf—behold! (Producing page.)
Mirza. And you have read it, Philamir?
Mirza. Oh, shame upon you—shame upon you, sir!
You gave your knightly word—you are forsworn!
Phil. But, Mirza, hear me out, ere you condemn.
I saw a paper tossed before the wind,
And little dreaming ’twas your diary,
I picked it up. I knew not what it was
Till I began to read it. Then I knew,
And knowing so much, burnt to know still more!
[Pg 329]
Mirza. But when you knew it held my secret thoughts,
You read no further?
Phil. (abashed).Mirza, I read on!
Mirza. Lost! lost! Give me that leaf, Prince Philamir;
You have deceived me, sir—I trusted you.
Phil. But, Mirza, where is the knight who would have stopped
When of himself he read such words as these?—
(Reads) “I still love Philamir, but I must strive
To battle with my love. Oh, give me grace
To fight this fight.”
Mirza.I charge you read no more!
Phil. “By day his every look—his every word—
Renews some mem’ry that should be long dead;
By night the phantom of my loved one’s face
Burns in my eyes and robs me of my rest!”
Mirza. My secret has gone forth. I strove to keep
That love as silent as my silent heart;
But it was not to be. You now know all!
Yet no—not all!
Phil.Then, Mirza, tell me all.
Speak openly—hide nothing from me now.
Mirza. I will speak openly. I love you, sir;
And, loving you, I leave the Court to-night,
That I may never see your face again.
Phil. Recall those words!—we will not—must not part!
(He detains her.)
[Pg 330]
Enter Zeolide, unobserved.
Mirza. Release me, Philamir, and let me go!
I love you! Let me hide myself away.
I love you! Leave me with myself alone.
I love you! Show me gratitude for this,
And leave me free to sanctify my vow,
For I have sworn to see your face no more!
Phil. To whom have you sworn this?
Mirza.To Zeolide,
Whom you once loved so well—who still loves you.
Phil. I never loved her, Mirza—who is she,
That she should come between me and my love?
She loves me not, and I have done with her.
Mirza. Oh, this will kill her, sir!
Zeo.No—Mirza—no!
It will not kill me. I can bear this blow. (Coming forward.)
Prince Philamir, we two have been betrothed—
Your word is plighted—well, I set you free.
Mirza, you swore to leave Prince Philamir—
Your word is plighted—well, I set you free.
(She takes Mirza’s hand and places it in Philamir’s.)
Oh, Philamir—this is indeed the end!
Be true to her—such sacred love as hers
Should purify its object—oh, be true!
I’m but a chapter in your book of life,
I who had thought to be the book itself!
The chapter’s ended, and to Zeolide
The book is closed forever! Philamir,
[Pg 331]
When you are tempted to do Mirza wrong,
Turn to that chapter—read it through and through—
And let the tale of all that I have borne
Warn you from fresh inconstancy; my grief
May thus be Mirza’s safeguard to the end.
Mirza—my sister—he will love you well—
Here, in the home of truth, he tells you so.
May you be happy in his new-born love,
May he be worthy of such love as yours—
(To Philamir) Speak not, but let me go. (Kisses Mirza’s forehead.)
Farewell—farewell!
[Exit Zeolide, weeping—Philamir and Mirza stand for a moment gazing at each other—then they fall into each other’s arms.
Phil. Mirza, my own! At last—at last my own!
Mirza. Oh, Philamir! I am so cruelly racked
By sentiments I can not reconcile,
I know not whether this is joy or grief!
True, when I think of Philamir, the air
Seems charged with music, and the earth I tread
All flowers. When I remember Zeolide
I could go mad with sorrow!
Phil.Then, my love,
Think not of Zeolide!
Mirza.Ah, Philamir,
You speak as men speak of a worn-out love.
You only know one kind of love, you men!
My love for Zeolide is otherwise,
[Pg 332]
Unselfish, generous, a sister’s love.
Yet I have stolen from her gentle heart
That which in all the world she loved the best!
Phil. You are too sensitive. Say, rather, she
Hath freely given that she prizes least.
Mirza. Oh, Philamir, indeed you do her wrong,
And may perchance wrong me, as you wronged her.
Phil. (rising). Impossible! For if the words I breathe
Were dashed with any mockery of love,
I should against my will, confess it now.
Mirza, I love you! These are idle words
When spoken in the unenchanted world,
But, spoken here, they bear significance
That rivals in its worth a life-long test!
Let us exchange some trinket which shall serve
As evidence of this our solemn troth.
Here is my pledge. (Giving a ring.)
Mirza.My love, what can I give?
I have no trinkets—I am very poor!
Phil. A handkerchief—a glove—no matter what!
(She feels in pocket and takes out handkerchief—the crystal box falls out with it—he picks it up and retains it.)
This crystal box—nay, give it me, ’twill serve
To chronicle—
Mirza. (hastily).No, no, Prince Philamir!
Not that—not that! it is a talisman!
Phil. Then I will steal it as I stole your heart,
[Pg 333]
And I will keep it while I keep that heart.
Mirza. Give me that box, or I must own the truth—
That I am miserably false to all! (Throwing herself at his feet.)
That my morality is all assumed!
That I am mean, and base, and treacherous!
A shameless schemer! heartless—impudent!
Give me that box, or I must own that I
Abstracted it from Phanor’s cabinet,
And substituted one that I possessed
Exactly like it. I must own to you
That I’m unutterably infamous—
A hypocrite—a traitress to my friend—
All this, and more, I must admit, if you
Retain that talisman! Oh, give it me,
And let this locket testify our love!
The King! The King! The King! I am undone!
[Exit Mirza hastily.
Phil. Gone, gone!—and Philamir, who thought he knew
The ways of woman well, had still to learn
That in one woman’s body there is place
For such a goodly show of purity,
And such unequalled treachery of heart!
Oh, Zeolide, for how much infamy
Have I rejected thine unequaled love?
Enter Phanor with Chrysal and Zoram.
Phan. Congratulate me, I’m half mad with joy;
[Pg 334]
Azèma comes to tell me that she found
The Queen and Gélanor together here—
Alone—at night!
Phil.Well, sir, and what of that?
Phan. Nothing at all, my boy! Why that’s the joke.
Old Gélanor has dandled Altemire
Upon his aged knee five hundred times!
Phan.No! I won’t commit myself
By telling you how many years ago,
But long before her majesty was weaned.
Phil. (shrugging his shoulders). I see no reason to condole with you,
Because her majesty and Gélanor
Were here together—neither do I see
Why should you be congratulated, sir!
Phan. You’re very dull! The Queen has just found out
That I had an appointment in this grove
To meet Azèma—don’t you understand?
I can retort and take indignant ground.
What was she doing here with Gélanor?
You’ll see! (Sees box) Hallo! What’s that?
Phil.A talisman.
It fell from Mirza’s pocket as you came.
Phan. The deuce it did! Allow me, this is mine! (Taking it.)
Phil. I know: she stole it from your cabinet,
She owned as much!
[Pg 335]
Phan.Confound her impudence!
Phil. Oh, I have been deceived!
Phan.And so have I!
Most seriously deceived! Hush, here’s the Queen,
And with that gay deceiver, Gélanor!
The talisman has turned up just in time.
Enter Altemire and Gélanor, with Azèma and
Mirza.
So, madam, I’ve detected you!
Altem. (indignantly).How, sir?
Phan. Never mind how—and you too, Gélanor.
Oh, I’m ashamed of you! (Crossing to Gélanor.)
Gélan.Your majesty,
I don’t know what you mean.
Phan.You bad old man!
(Affecting to weep) You whom I trusted so! (Aside) Don’t be alarmed,
I’m not in earnest. (Aloud) Oh, it’s infamous!
Why, let me see—how old are you?
Gélan.My lord,
If you imply—
Phan.Imply! (Aside) Don’t be a fool,
I’m not in earnest; I have found the box!
(aloud) Explain this conduct!
Altem.Sir, this is a joke?
Phan. Well, not exactly, madam; you’ve been found
Philandering at night with Gélanor.
Being within the influence of these walls,
[Pg 336]
You’re bound to speak the truth. If you can say
Your meeting’s innocent, I’m satisfied.
Altem. As innocent as truth itself, I swear.
Phan. I’m satisfied! Your hand—
Altem.Nay, hear me first.
I charge you with appointing here to meet
Azèma; you are bound to tell the truth,
Being within the influence of these walls.
If you can unreservedly deny
This charge, I also shall be satisfied.
Phan. Emphatically I deny the charge!
Altem. (astounded). You do?
Phan.I do! (Piously) This is the Home of Truth,
And all are subject to its influence.
Altem. (puzzled). But you admitted it when you confessed
Your gallantries to me this afternoon!
Phan. Oh, you’ve been dreaming!
Altem.Do I understand
That you deny that you confessed all this?
Phan. Distinctly! (Piously) This is the Abode of Truth.
Altem. I have been dreaming! Phanor, there’s my hand—
I’ve deeply wronged you.
Phan.Altemire, you have!
But say no more—we are good friends again.
Altem. Then you forgive me?
Phan.Heartily I do!
[Pg 337]
Altem. I’ll never be a jealous fool again.
Phan. I’m very glad indeed to hear you say so!
Enter Zeolide—Altemire retires with Gélanor,
and converses with Zeolide—Philamir,
seeing Zeolide, comes down abashed.
Phan. (to Philamir). Well, and what’s wrong with you?
Phil.I’ve been a fool,
A madman, and a true-born idiot!
Phan. By the mysterious influence of this place,
I can believe it!
Phil.I have given up
The noblest woman that I ever knew,
For that abominable cockatrice
Who quitted me as you arrived.
Phan.Well! well!
You may regain her yet.
Phan. Oh, not at all! there—take this talisman.
(Zeolide overhears this speech.)
With this you’re proof against the influence
That rules this place; you can declare to her
That you adore the very ground she walks,
And wallow in the foolish flummery
That used to make you so ridiculous.
She will believe it all—there, take it, boy,
And make good use of it to win her back.
Phil. I’ll use it, Phanor, and I’ll use it well!
Zeo. (aside) He takes the box. And thus he thinks to win
[Pg 338]
The hand of his forsaken Zeolide!
Oh, Philamir, this is contemptible.
I think I could have loved you, but for this!
Phil. Dear Zeolide, I hold a talisman,
Enabling me to counteract the charm
That reigns within these walls. With this in hand
I can tell truth or falsehood as I please,
And you must needs believe me. Zeolide,
I’ve learned to set a value on your love
Transcending all the riches of the earth;
Yet would I rather live without that love—
A life of self-reproach without that love—
Repentant and alone without that love—
Than stoop to gain it by such treachery.
Here is the talisman. (Zeolide takes it.) No longer armed
Against the sacred influence of Truth,
I tell you of my sorrow and my love
With all the warmth of a repentant heart!
(He presses Zeolide to his heart and kisses her.)
Altem. (indignantly). Give me that talisman! (Takes it) I have a clew
To much that was a mystery: Behold!
(She breaks it—a loud crash—all come forward.)
Enter Aristæus.
Gélan. You know not what you’ve done! The castle’s charm
Is bound up with that mystic talisman!
Now that the box is broken, these fair walls
[Pg 339]
Are disenchanted!
Phan.P’raps it’s quite as well.
Now that the place has lost its influence
We shall get on much better. We have learnt
A lesson that should last us till we die—
We’ve learnt how matrimonial constancy
By causeless jealousy is sometimes tried—
(Looking reproachfully at Altemire.)
Altem. How jealousy is sometimes justified—
(Looking reproachfully at Phanor.)
Chrys. How Zoram—music’s vaunted pioneer—
Don’t even know his notes—and has no ear!
Even his cant expressions are the wrong ones!
Phan. (shaking his hand).You have—two very long ones!
Palmis. You’ve learnt to doubt the love that those profess,
Who by such love gain temporal success—
(Looking angrily at Chrysal.)
Zor. That surly misanthropes, with venom tainted—
Arist. Are often not as black as they are painted!
Azèma. To doubt all maids who of their virtue boast:
That they’re the worst who moralize the most! (Looking at Mirza.)
Mirza. That blushes, though they’re most becoming, yet
Proclaim, too oft, the commonplace coquette! (Looking at Azèma.)
[Pg 340]
I can declare, with pardonable pride,
I never blush!
Azèma.You couldn’t if you tried!
Phil. Under the influence that lately reigned
Within these walls I breathed my love unfeigned;
Now that that power no longer reigns above,
I ratify the accents of my love.
Forgive me, Zeolide, my life, my bride!
Zeo. (very demurely). I love you, Philamir—be satisfied!
[Pg 341]
TRIAL BY JURY:
A Dramatic Cantata,
IN ONE ACT.
[Pg 342]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
| The Learned Judge | Mr. F. Sullivan. |
| Counsel for the Plaintiff. | |
| The Defendant | Mr. W. Fisher. |
| Foreman of the Jury | Mr. Campbell. |
| Usher | Mr. Kelleher. |
| The Plaintiff | Miss Bromley. |
Bridesmaids, Gentlemen of the Jury, &c.[Pg 343]
TRIAL BY JURY.
Scene.—A Court of Justice.
Barristers, Attorneys, and Jurymen discovered
with Usher.
Hark, the hour of ten is sounding!
Hearts with anxious fears are bounding;
Hall of Justice crowds surrounding,
Breathing hope and fear—
For to-day in this arena,
Summoned by a stern subpœna,
Edwin, sued by Angelina,
Shortly will appear.
(The Usher marshals the Jury into Jury-box.)
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice—
All kinds of vulgar prejudice
I pray you set aside:
With stern judicial frame of mind,
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried.
[Pg 344]
From bias free of every kind
This trial must be tried.
(During Choruses, Usher says, fortissimo, “Silence
in Court!”)
Oh, listen to the plaintiff’s case:
Observe the features of her face—
The broken-hearted bride.
Condole with her distress of mind—
From bias free of every kind
This trial must be tried!
And when amid the plaintiff’s shrieks,
The ruffianly defendant speaks—
Upon the other side;
What he may say you needn’t mind—
From bias free of every kind
This trial must be tried.
[Pg 345]
Enter Defendant.
Is this the Court of the Exchequer?
Be firm, my moral pecker,
Your evil star’s in the ascendant!
Chorus of Jurymen (shaking their fists).
Monster, dread our damages!
We’re the jury,
Dread our fury!
Hear me, hear me, if you please,
These are very strange proceedings—
For, permit me to remark,
On the merits of my pleadings,
You’re at present in the dark.
[Pg 346]
(Defendant beckons to Jurymen—they leave the
box, and gather round him as they sing the following):—
Ha! ha! ha!
That’s a very true remark—
On the merits of your pleadings,
We’re entirely in the dark!
Ha! ha!—ha! ha!
When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom swelled with joy;
My riches at her feet I threw—
I was a love-sick boy!
No terms seemed extravagant
Upon her to employ—
I used to mope, and sigh, and pant,
Just like a love-sick boy!
But joy incessant palls the sense;
And love, unchanged, will cloy,
And she became a bore intense
Unto her love-sick boy!
With fitful glimmer burnt my flame,
And I grew cold and coy,
At last, one morning, I became
Another’s love-sick boy!
[Pg 347]
Chorus of Jurymen (advancing stealthily).
Oh, I was like that when a lad;
A shocking young scamp of a rover!
I behaved like a regular cad;
But that sort of thing is all over.
I’m now a respectable chap,
And shine with a virtue resplendent,
An therefore I haven’t a scrap
Of sympathy with the defendant!
He shall treat us with awe,
If there isn’t a flaw,
Singing so merrily—Trial-la-law!
Trial-la-law—Trial-la-law!
Singing so merrily—Trial-la-law!
Silence in Court, and all attention lend.
Behold your Judge! In due submission bend!
Enter Judge on Bench.
All hail, great Judge!
To your bright rays
We never grudge
Ecstatic praise.
All hail!
[Pg 348]
May each decree
As statute rank,
And never be
Reversed in banc.
All hail!
For these kind words accept my thanks, I pray!
A Breach of Promise we’ve to try to-day;
But firstly, if the time you’ll not begrudge,
I’ll tell you how I came to be a judge.
He’ll tell us how he came to be a judge!
Let him speak. Hush! hush!! hush!!!
(fortissimo) He’ll tell us how he came to be a judge!
[Pg 349]
When I, good friends, was called to the bar,
I’d an appetite fresh and hearty,
But I was, as many young barristers are,
An impecunious party:
I’d a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue—
A brief which I bought of a booby—
A couple of shirts and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby.
In Westminster Hall I danced a dance,
Like a semi-despondent fury;
For I thought I should never hit on a chance
Of addressing a British jury—
But I soon got tired of third-class journeys
And dinners of bread and water;
So I fell in love with a rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.
The rich attorney he jumped with joy,
And replied to my fond professions:
[Pg 350]
“You shall reap the reward of your pluck, my boy,
“At the Bailey and Middlesex Sessions.
“You’ll soon get used to her looks,” said he,
“And a very nice girl you’ll find her!
“She may very well pass for forty-three
“In the dusk, with a light behind her!
The rich attorney was good as his word:
The briefs came trooping gayly,
And every day my voice was heard
At the Sessions or Ancient Bailey.
All thieves who could my fees afford
Relied on my orations,
And many a burglar I’ve restored
To his friends and his relations.
At length I became as rich as the Gurneys—
An incubus then I thought her,
So I threw over that rich attorney’s
Elderly, ugly daughter.
[Pg 351]
The rich attorney my character high
Tried vainly to disparage—
And now, if you please, I’m ready to try
This breach of promise of marriage!
And now if you please, &c.
Though all my law is fudge,
Yet I’ll never, never budge,
But I’ll live and die a Judge!
And a good Judge too!
[Pg 352]
It is patent to the mob,
That my being made a nob
Was effected by a job.
Enter Counsel for Plaintiff.
Kneel, Jurymen, oh! kneel!
[Pg 353]
(All the Jury kneel in the Jury-box and so are hidden
from audience.)
Oh, will you swear by yonder skies,
Whatever question may arise
’Twixt rich and poor—’twixt low and high,
That you will well and truly try?
Jury (raising their hands, which alone are visible).
To all of this we make reply,
By the dull slate of yonder sky:
That we will well and truly try.
(All rise with the last note, both hands in air.)
This blind devotion is indeed a crusher—
Pardon the tear-drop of the simple Usher! (He weeps.)
Oh, Angelina! Angelina!! Come thou into Court.
Enter the Bridesmaids, each bearing two palm
branches, their arms crossed on their bosoms,
and rose-wreaths on their arms.
[Pg 354]
Comes the broken flower—
Comes the cheated maid—
Though the tempest lower,
Rain and cloud will fade!
Take, oh maid, these posies:
Though thy beauty rare
Shame the blushing roses,
They are passing fair!
Wear the flowers till they fade:
Happy be thy life, oh maid!
(The Judge, having taken a great fancy to First
Bridesmaid, sends her a note by Usher, which
she reads, kisses rapturously, and places in her
bosom.)
O’er the season vernal,
Time may cast a shade;
Sunshine, if eternal,
Makes the roses fade!
Time may do his duty;
Let the thief alone—
Winter hath a beauty
That is all his own.
Fairest days are sun and shade:
I am no unhappy maid!
(By this time the Judge has transferred his admiration
to Angelina.)
[Pg 355]
Comes the broken flower, &c.
(During Chorus Angelina collects wreaths of roses
from Bridesmaids and gives them to the Jury,
who put them on, and wear them during the
rest of the piece.)
Oh, never, never, never, since I joined the human race,
Saw I so exquisitely fair a face.
The Jury (shaking their forefingers at Judge).
Ah, sly dog! Ah, sly dog!
How say you, is she not designed for capture?
Foreman (after consulting with the Jury).
We’ve but one word, my lord, and that is—Rapture!
Your kindness, gentlemen, quite overpowers!
We love you fondly, and would make you ours!
The Bridesmaids (shaking their forefingers at Jury).
Ah, sly dogs! Ah, sly dogs!
[Pg 356]
Counsel for Plaintiff (recit.)
May it please you, my lud!
Gentlemen of the Jury!
With a sense of deep emotion,
I approach this painful case;
For I never had a notion
That a man could be so base,
Or deceive a girl confiding,
Vows, etcætera, deriding.
He deceived a girl confiding,
Vows, etcætera, deriding.
(Plaintiff falls sobbing on Counsel’s breast, and
remains there.)
See my interesting client,
Victim of a heartless wile!
See the traitor all defiant
Wears a supercilious smile!
Sweetly smiled my client on him.
Coyly woo’d and gently won him!
Sweetly smiled, &c.
[Pg 357]
Swiftly fled each honeyed hour
Spent with this unmanly male!
Camberwell became a bower,
Peckham an Arcadian Vale,
Breathing concentrated otto!—
An-existence à la Watteau.
Bless us, concentrated otto! &c.
Counsel (coming down with Plaintiff, who is still sobbing on his breast).
Picture, then, my client naming
And insisting on the day:
Picture him excuses framing—
Going from her far away;
Doubly criminal to do so,
For the maid had bought her trousseau!
Counsel (to Plaintiff, who weeps).
Cheer up, my pretty—oh, cheer up!
Cheer up, cheer up, we love you!
[Pg 358]
(Counsel leads Plaintiff fondly into Witness-box;
he takes a tender leave of her and resumes his
place in Court.)
(Plaintiff reels, as if about to faint.)
That she is reeling
Is plain to me!
If faint you’re feeling,
Recline on me!
(She falls sobbing on to the foreman’s breast.)
I shall recover
If left alone.
All (shaking their fists at Defendant).
Oh, perjured lover,
Atone! atone!
Just like a father
I wish to be. (Kissing her.)
Or, if you’d rather,
Recline on me!
[Pg 359]
(She staggers on to bench, sits down by the Judge,
and falls sobbing on his breast.)
Oh! fetch some water
From far Cologne!
For this sad slaughter
Atone! atone!
Jury (shaking fists at Defendant).
Monster, monster, dread our fury,
There’s the Judge, and we’re the Jury!
Oh, gentlemen, listen, I pray,
Though I own that my heart has been ranging,
Of nature the laws I obey,
For nature is constantly changing.
The moon in her phases is found,
The time and the wind and the weather,
The months in succession come round,
And you don’t find two Mondays together.
Consider the moral, I pray,
Nor bring a young fellow to sorrow,
Who loves this young lady to-day,
And loves that young lady to-morrow.
[Pg 360]
Bridesmaids (rushing forward, and kneeling to Jury).
You can not eat breakfast all day,
Nor is it the act of a sinner,
When breakfast is taken away,
To turn your attention to dinner;
And it’s not in the range of belief,
That you could hold him as a glutton,
Who, when he is tired of beef,
Determines to tackle the mutton.
But this I am ready to say,
If it will appease their sorrow,
I’ll marry one lady to-day,
And I’ll marry the other to-morrow.
Bridesmaids (rushing forward as before).
But this he is ready to say, &c.
That seems a reasonable proposition,
To which I think your client may agree.
But, I submit, my lord, with all submission,
To marry two at once is Burglaree!
[Pg 361]
(Referring to law book.)
In the reign of James the Second,
It was generally reckoned
As a very serious crime
To marry two wives at one time.
(Hands book up to Judge, who reads it.)
Quartette.
A nice dilemma we have here,
That calls for all our wit:
And at this stage it don’t appear
That we can settle it.
If I to wed the girl am loth
A breach ’twill surely be!
And if he goes and marries both
It counts as Burglaree!
[Pg 362]
Duet, Plaintiff and Defendant.
Plaintiff (embracing Defendant rapturously).
I love him—I love him—with fervor unceasing,
I worship and madly adore;
My blind adoration is always increasing,
My loss I shall ever deplore.
Oh, see what a blessing—what love and caressing
I’ve lost, and remember it, pray,
When you I’m addressing, are busy assessing
The damages Edwin must pay.
Defendant (repelling her furiously).
I smoke like a furnace—I’m always in liquor,
A ruffian—a bully—a sot.
I’m sure I should thrash her—perhaps I should kick her,
I am such a very bad lot!
I’m not prepossessing, as you may be guessing,
She couldn’t endure me a day!
Recall my professing when you are assessing
The damages Edwin must pay!
(She clings to him passionately; he drags her round
stage, and flings her to the ground.)
We would be fairly acting,
But this is most distracting!
[Pg 363]
The question, gentlemen, is one of liquor;
You ask for guidance—this is my reply:
If he, when tipsy, would assault and kick her,
Let’s make him tipsy, gentlemen, and try!
With all respect
I do object!
With all respect
We do object!
Judge (tossing his books and papers about).
All the legal furies seize you!
No proposal seems to please you,
I can’t stop up here all day,
I must shortly go away.
[Pg 364]
Barristers, and you, attorneys,
Set out on your homeward journeys;
Put your briefs upon the shelf,
I will marry her myself!
(He comes down from Bench to floor of Court. He
embraces Angelina.)
Finale.
Oh, joy unbounded!
With wealth surrounded,
The knell is sounded
Of grief and woe.
With love devoted
On you he’s doted:
To castle moated
Away they go!
I wonder whether
They’ll live together
In marriage tether
In manner true?
[Pg 365]
It seems to me, sir,
Of such as she, sir,
A judge is he, sir,
A good judge too.
Though homeward as you trudge,
You declare my law is fudge,
Yet of beauty I’m a judge.
[Pg 366]
(Judge and Plaintiff dance back on to the Bench—the
Bridesmaids take the eight garlands of
roses from behind the Judge’s desk (where one
end of them is fastened) and draw them across
floor of Court, so that they radiate from the desk.
Two plaster Cupids in bar wigs descend from
flies. Red fire.)
Franklin Press: Rand, Avery, & Co., Boston.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE.
Some obvious misprints have been corrected.
Archaic and unusual spellings have been maintained.
The page number listed in the Table of Contents is the cover page for
that play. In the original book, the page number listed for each play
was the first page of the text of the play. Also, the Note, Table of
Contents and the Transcriber’s Note have been added to the Table of
Contents.
The cover was created by the
transcriber and is placed in the public domain.
In ‘Charity’ the character Ruth speaks in pidgin.
The corrections to the text which are listed below, appear in the text like
this (try mouse
over).
| In ‘THE WICKED WORLD’: |
|---|
| On page 63: | _Dar._ Go, sir, get thee gone! |
| Originally: | _Dar._ Go, sir, get thee gone? |
| In ‘THE PRINCESS’: |
|---|
| On page 253: | Give her a sou! |
| Originally: | Giver her a sou! |
| On page 270: | _Chrys._ He’s vinegar, my lord, and we are oil. |
| Originally: | _Chyrs._ He’s vinegar, my lord, and we are oil. |
In the play ‘CHARITY’ on page 191, where it says “Ruth (rushing
forward)”—this does not say it is an entrance, but since she is not on
stage at the time, I assume that this is her entrance.
