220 | But use it with more moderation. |
SALEMENES | |
I used it for your honour, and restore it | |
Because I cannot keep it with my own. | |
Bestow it on Arbaces. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
He never ask’d it. | |
SALEMENES | |
225 | Without that hollow semblance of respect. |
BELESES | |
So strongly ’gainst two subjects, than whom none | |
Have been more zealous for Assyria’s weal. | |
SALEMENES | |
thou | |
230 | Unit’st in thy own person the worst vices |
Of the most dangerous orders of mankind. | |
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies | |
For those who know thee not. Thy fellow’s sin | |
Is, at the least, a bold one, and not temper’d | |
235 | By the tricks taught thee in Chaldea. |
BELESES | |
My liege – the son of Belus! he blasphemes | |
The worship of the land, which bows the knee | |
Before your fathers. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Let him have absolution. I dispense with | |
240 | The worship of dead men; feeling that I |
Am mortal, and believing that the race | |
From whence I sprung are – what I see them – ashes. | |
BELESES | |
And — | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
245 | If you preach farther – Why, |
SALEMENES | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Assyria’s idols! Let him be released – | |
Give him his sword. | |
SALEMENES | |
I pray ye pause. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
250 | And dinn’d, and deafen’d with dead men and Baal, |
And all Chaldea’s starry mysteries. | |
BELESES | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
I love to watch them in the deep blue vault, | |
And to compare them with my Myrrha’s eyes; | |
255 | I love to see their rays redoubled in |
The tremulous silver of Euphrates’ wave, | |
As the light breeze of midnight crisps the broad | |
And rolling water, sighing through the sedges | |
Which fringe his banks: but whether they may be | |
260 | Gods, as some say, or the abodes of gods, |
As others hold, or simply lamps of night, | |
Worlds, or the lights of worlds, I know nor care not. | |
There’s something sweet in my uncertainty | |
I would not change for your Chaldean lore; | |
265 | Besides, I know of these all clay can know |
Of aught above it, or below it – nothing. | |
I see their brilliancy and feel their beauty — | |
When they shine on my grave I shall know neither. | |
BELESES | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
270 | If it so please you, pontiff, for that knowledge. |
In the mean time receive your sword, and know | |
That I prefer your service militant | |
Unto your ministry – not loving either. | |
SALEMENES | |
must I save him, | |
275 | Spite of himself. |
SARDANAPALUS | |
And chiefly thou, my priest, because I doubt thee | |
More than the soldier; and would doubt thee all | |
Wert thou not half a warrior: let us part | |
In peace – I’ll not say pardon – which must be | |
280 | Earn’d by the guilty; this I’ll not pronounce ye, |
Although upon this breath of mine depends | |
Your own; and, deadlier for ye, on my fears. | |
But fear not – for that I am soft, not fearful – | |
And so live on. Were I the thing some think me, | |
285 | Your heads would now be dripping the last drops |
Of their attainted gore from the high gates | |
Of this our palace, into the dry dust, | |
Their only portion of the coveted kingdom | |
They would be crown’d to reign o’er – let that pass. | |
290 | As I have said, I will not |
Nor | |
Than ye or I stand ready to arraign you; | |
And should I leave your fate to sterner judges, | |
And proofs of all kinds, I might sacrifice | |
295 | Two men, who, whatsoe’er they now are, were |
Once honest. Ye are free, sirs. | |
ARBACES | |
BELESES | |
We thank— | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
His offspring needs none. | |
BELESES | |
300 | SARDANAPALUS |
Ye are injured men, and should be sad, not grateful. | |
BELESES | |
By earthly power omnipotent; but innocence | |
Must oft receive her right as a mere favour. | |
305 | SARDANAPALUS |
Though not for this occasion. Prithee keep it | |
To plead thy sovereign’s cause before his people. | |
BELESES: I trust there is no cause. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
But many causers: – if ye meet with such | |
310 | In the exercise of your inquisitive function |
On earth, or should you read of it in heaven | |
In some mysterious twinkle of the stars, | |
Which are your chronicles, I pray you note, | |
That there are worse things betwixt earth and heaven | |
315 | Than him who ruleth many and slays none; |
And, hating not himself, yet loves his fellows | |
Enough to spare even those who would not spare him | |
Were they once masters – but that’s doubtful. Satraps! | |
Your swords and persons are at liberty | |
320 | To use them as ye will – but from this hour |
I have no call for either. Salemenes | |
Follow me. | |
[ | |
ARBACES | |
BELESES | |
ARBACES | |
BELESES | |
ARBACES | |
325 | But by a single hair, and that still wavering, |
To be blown down by his imperious breath | |
Which spared us – why, I know not. | |
BELESES | |
But let us profit by the interval. | |
The hour is still our own – our power the same – | |
330 | The night the same we destined. He hath changed |
Nothing except our ignorance of all | |
Suspicion into such a certainty | |
As must make madness of delay. | |
ARBACES | |
BELESES | |
ARBACES | |
335 | Saved them from Salemenes. |
BELESES | |
Will he so spare? till the first drunken minute. | |
ARBACES | |
Gave royally what we had forfeited | |
Basely — | |
BELESES | |
ARBACES | |
340 | But it has touch’d me, and, whate’er betide, |
I will no further on. | |
BELESES | |
ARBACES | |
BELESES | |
A king of distaffs! |