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OFFICER
:Lost,
Lost almost past recovery. Zames! Where
Is Zames?
MYRRHA
: Posted with the guard appointed

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To watch before the apartment of the women.
[
Exit
OFFICER
.]
MYRRHA
[
sola
]: He’s gone; and told no more than that all’s lost!
What need have I to know more? In those words,
Those little words, a kingdom and a king,
A line of thirteen ages, and the lives

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Of thousands, and the fortune of all left
With life, are merged; and I, too, with the great,
Like a small bubble breaking with the wave
Which bore it, shall be nothing. At the least,
My fate is in my keeping: no proud victor

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Shall count me with his spoils.
[
Enter
PANIA
.]
PANIA
:Away with me,
Myrrha, without delay; we must not lose
A moment – all that’s left us now.
MYRRHA
:The king?
PANIA
: Sent me here to conduct you hence, beyond
The river, by a secret passage.
MYRRHA
:Then

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He lives –
PANIA
:And charged me to secure your life,
And beg you to live on for his sake, till
He can rejoin you.
MYRRHA
:Will he then give way?
PANIA
: Not till the last. Still still he does whate’er
Despair can do; and step by step disputes

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The very palace.
MYRRHA
: They are here, then: – ay,
Their shouts come ringing through the ancient halls,
Never profaned by rebel echoes till
This fatal night. Farewell, Assyria’s line!
Farewell to all of Nimrod! Even the name

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Is now no more.
PANIA
: Away with me – away!
MYRRHA
: No: I’ll die here! – Away, and tell your king
I loved him to the last.
[
Enter
SARDANAPALUS
and
SALEMENES
with Soldiers.
PANIA
quits
MYRRHA
,
and ranges himself with them
.]
SARDANAPALUS
:Since it is thus,
We’ll die where we were born – in our own halls.
Serry your ranks – stand firm. I have despatch’d

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A trusty satrap for the guard of Zames,
All fresh and faithful; they’ll be here anon.
All is not over. – Pania, look to Myrrha.
[
PANIA
returns towards
MYRRHA
.]
SALEMENES
: We have breathing time; yet once more charge, my friends –
One for Assyria!
SARDANAPALUS
: Rather say for Bactria!

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My faithful Bactrians, I will henceforth be
King of your nation, and we’ll hold together
This realm as province.
SALEMENES
: Hark! they come – they come.
[
Enter
BELESES
and
ARBACES
with the Rebels.
]
ARBACES
: Set on, we have them in the toil. Charge!
charge!
BELESES
: On! on! – Heaven fights for us, and with us – On!
[
They charge the King and
SALEMENES
with their Troops, who defend themselves till the arrival of
ZAMES
,
with the Guard before mentioned. The Rebels are then driven off, and pursued by
SALEMENES
,
&c. As the King is going to join the pursuit,
BELESES
crosses him
.]

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BELESES
: Ho! tyrant –
I
will end this war.
SARDANAPALUS
:Even so,
My warlike priest, and precious prophet, and
Grateful and trusty subject: – yield, I pray thee.
I would reserve thee for a fitter doom,
Rather than dip my hands in holy blood.

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BELESES
: Thine hour is come.
SARDANAPALUS
:No, thine. – I’ve lately read,
Though but a young astrologer, the stars;
And ranging round the zodiac, found thy fate
In the sign of the Scorpion, which proclaims
That thou wilt now be crush’d.
BELESES
:But not by thee.
[
They fight
;
BELESES
is wounded and disarmed
.]
SARDANAPALUS
[
raising his sword to despatch him, exclaims
]:

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Now call upon thy planets, will they shoot
From the sky to preserve their seer and credit?
[
A party of Rebels enter and rescue
BELESES
.
They assail the King, who, in turn, is rescued by a Party of his Soldiers, who drive the Rebels off
.]
The villain was a prophet after all.
Upon them – ho! there – victory is ours.
[
Exit in pursuit
.]
MYRRHA
[
to
PANIA
]: Pursue! Why stand’st thou here, and leavest the ranks

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Of fellow soldiers conquering without thee?
PANIA
: The king’s command was not to quit thee.
MYRRHA
:
Me!
Think not of me – a single soldier’s arm
Must not be wanting now. I ask no guard,
I need no guard: what, with a world at stake,

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Keep watch upon a woman? Hence, I say,
Or thou art shamed! Nay, then, I will go forth,
A feeble female, ’midst their desperate strife,
And bid thee guard me
there
– where thou shouldst shield
Thy sovereign.
[
Exit
MYRRHA
.]
PANIA
:Yet stay, damsel! She’s gone.

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If aught of ill betide her, better I
Had lost my life. Sardanapalus holds her
Far dearer than his kingdom, yet he fights
For that too; and can I do less than he,
Who never flash’d a scimitar till now?

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Myrrha, return, and I obey you, though
In disobedience to the monarch.
[
Exit
PANIA
.]
[
Enter
ALTADA
and
SFERO
by an opposite door
.]
ALTADA
:Myrrha!
What, gone? yet she was here when the fight raged
And Pania also. Can aught have befallen them?
SFERO
: I saw both safe, when late the rebels fled:

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They probably are but retired to make
Their way back to the harem.
ALTADA
:If the king
Prove victor, as it seems even now he must,
And miss his own Ionian, we are doom’d
To worse than captive rebels.
SFERO
:Let us trace them;

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She cannot be fled far; and, found, she makes
A richer prize to our soft sovereign
Than his recover’d kingdom.
ALTADA
:Baal himself
Ne’er fought more fiercely to win empire, than
His silken son to save it: he defies

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All augury of foes or friends; and like
The close and sultry summer’s day, which bodes
A twilight tempest, bursts forth in such thunder
As sweeps the air and deluges the earth.
The man’s inscrutable.
SFERO
:Not more than others.

320

All are the sons of circumstance: away —
Let’s seek the slave out, or prepare to be
Tortured for his infatuation, and
Condemn’d without a crime.
[
Exeunt
.]
[
Enter
SALEMENES
and Soldiers, &.
]
SALEMENES
:The triumph is
Flattering: they are beaten backward from the palace,

325

And we have open’d regular access
To the troops station’d on the other side
Euphrates, who may still be true; nay, must be,
When they hear of our victory. But where
Is the chief victor? where’s the king?
[
Enter
SARDANAPALUS
,
cum suis, &c. and
MYRRHA
.]
SARDANAPALUS
:Here, brother.

330

SALEMENES
: Unhurt, I hope.
SARDANAPALUS
:Not quite; but let it pass.
We’ve clear’d the palace —

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