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SALEMENES
:And I trust the city.
Our numbers gather; and I’ve ordered onward
A cloud of Parthians, hitherto reserved,
All fresh and fiery, to be pour’d upon them

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In their retreat, which soon will be a flight.
SARDANAPALUS
: It is already, or at least they march’d
Faster than I could follow with my Bactrians,
Who spared no speed. I am spent: give me a seat.
SALEMENES
: There stands the throne, sire.
SARDANAPALUS
:’Tis no place to rest on,

340

For mind nor body: let me have a couch,
[
They place a seat
.]
A peasant’s stool, I care not what: so — now
I breathe more freely.
SALEMENES
:This great hour has proved
The brightest and most glorious of your life.
SARDANAPALUS
: And the most tiresome. Where’s my cupbearer?

345

Bring me some water.
SALEMENES
[
smiling
]: ’Tis the first time he Ever had such an order: even I,
Your most austere of counsellors, would now Suggest a purpler beverage.
SARDANAPALUS
:Blood – doubtless.
But there’s enough of that shed; as for wine,

350

I have learn’d to-night the price of the pure element:
Thrice have I drank of it, and thrice renew’d,
With greater strength than the grape ever gave me,
My charge upon the rebels. Where’s the soldier
Who gave me water in his helmet?
ONE OF THE GUARDS
:Slain, sire!

355

An arrow pierced his brain, while, scattering
The last drops from his helm, he stood in act
To place it on his brows.
SARDANAPALUS
:Slain! unrewarded!
And slain to serve my thirst: that’s hard, poor slave!
Had he but lived, I would have gorged him with

360

Gold: all the gold of earth could ne’er repay
The pleasure of that draught; for I was parch’d
As I am now.
[
They bring water – he drinks
.]
I live again – from henceforth
The goblet I reserve for hours of love,
But war on water.
SALEMENES
:And that bandage, sire,

365

Which girds your arm?
SARDANAPALUS
:A scratch from brave Beleses.
MYRRHA
: Oh! he is wounded!
SARDANAPALUS
:Not too much of that;
And yet it feels a little stiff and painful,
Now I am cooler.
MYRRHA
: You have bound it with —
SARDANAPALUS
: The fillet of my diadem: the first time

870

That ornament was ever aught to me,
Save an incumbrance.
MYRRHA [
to the Attendants
]: Summon speedily
A leech of the most skilful: pray, retire:
I will unbind your wound and tend it.
SARDANAPALUS
:Do so,
For now it throbs sufficiently: but what

375

Know’st thou of wounds? yet wherefore do I ask?
Know’st thou, my brother, where I lighted on
This minion?
SALEMENES
: Herding with the other females,
Like frighten’d antelopes.
SARDANAPALUS
:No: like the dam
Of the young lion, femininely raging,

380

(And femininely meaneth furiously,
Because all passions in excess are female,)
Against the hunter flying with her cub,
She urged on with her voice and gesture, and
Her floating hair and flashing eyes, the soldiers,

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In the pursuit.
SALEMENES
: Indeed!
SARDANAPALUS
:You see, this night
Made warriors of more than me. I paused
To look upon her, and her kindled cheek;
Her large black eyes, that flash’d through her long hair
As it stream’d o’er her; her blue veins that rose

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Along her most transparent brow; her nostril
Dilated from its symmetry; her lips
Apart; her voice that clove through all the din,
As a lute’s pierceth through the cymbal’s clash,
Jarr’d but not drown’d by the loud brattling; her

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Waved arms, more dazzling with their own born whiteness
Than the steel her hand held, which she caught up
From a dead soldier’s grasp; – all these things made
Her seem unto the troops a prophetess
Of victory, or Victory herself,

400

Come down to hail us hers.
SALEMENES
[
aside
]:This is too much.
Again the love-fit’s on him, and all’s lost,
Unless we turn his thoughts.
[
Aloud:
]But pray thee, sire,
Think of your wound – you said even now ’twas painful.
SARDANAPALUS
: That’s true, too; but I must not think of it.

405

SALEMENES
: I have look’d to all things needful, and will now
Receive reports of progress made in such
Orders as I had given, and then return
To hear your further pleasure.
SARDANAPALUS
:Be it so.
SALEMENES
[
in retiring
]: Myrrha!
MYRRHA
:Prince!
SALEMENES
:You have shown a soul to-night,

410

Which, were he not my sister’s lord — But now
I have no time: thou lovest the king?
MYRRHA
:I love
Sardanapalus.
SALEMENES
: But wouldst have him king still?
M
YRRHA: I would have him less than what he should be.
SALEMENES
: Well then, to have him king, and yours,
and all

415

He should, or should not be; to have him live,
Let him not sink back into luxury.
You have more power upon his spirit than
Wisdom within these walls, or fierce rebellion
Raging without: look well that he relapse not.

420

MYRRHA
: There needed not the voice of Salemenes
To urge me on to this: I will not fail.
All that a woman’s weakness can —
SALEMENES
:Is power
Omnipotent o’er such a heart as his:
Exert it wisely.
[
Exit
SALEMENES
.]
SARDANAPALUS
: Myrrha! what, at whispers

425

With my stern brother? I shall soon be jealous.
MYRRHA
[
smiling
]: You have cause, sire; for on the earth there breathes not
A man more worthy of a woman’s love –
A soldier’s trust – a subject’s reverence –
A king’s esteem – the whole woorld’s admiration!

430

SARDANAPALUS
: Praise him, but not so warmly. I must not
Hear those sweet lips grow eloquent in aught
That throws me into shade; yet you speak truth.
MYRRHA
: And now retire, to have your wound look’d to.
Pray, lean on me.
SARDANAPALUS
: Yes, love! but not from pain.
[
Exeunt omnes
.]

Act IV

SCENE I

SARDANAPALUS
discovered sleeping upon a Couch, and occasionally disturbed in his Slumbers, with
MYRRHA
watching
.
MYRRHA
[
sola, gazing
]: I have stolen upon his rest, if rest it be,
Which thus convulses slumber: shall I wake him?
No, he seems calmer. Oh, thou God of Quiet!
Whose reign is o’er seal’d eyelids and soft dreams,

5

Or deep, deep sleep, so as to be unfathom’d,
Look like thy brother, Death, – so still – so stirless –
For then we are happiest, as it may be, we
Are happiest of all within the realm
Of thy stern, silent, and unwakening twin.

10

Again he moves – again the play of pain
Shoots o’er his features, as the sudden gust
Crisps the reluctant lake that lay so calm
Beneath the mountain shadow; or the blast
Ruffles the autumn leaves, that drooping cling

15

Faintly and motionless to their loved boughs.
I must awake him – yet not yet: who knows
From what I rouse him? It seems pain; but if

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