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MYRRHA
:You wax paler.
SALEMENES
: Your hand; this broken weapon but prolongs
My pangs, without sustaining life enough

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To make me useful: I would draw it forth
And my life with it, could I but hear how
The fight goes.
[
Enter
SARDANAPALUS
and Soldiers
.]
SARDANAPALUS
: My best brother!
SALEMENES
:And the battle
Is lost?
SARDANAPALUS
[
despondingly
]: You see
me here
.
SALEMENES
: I’d rather see you
thus
!
[
He draws out the weapon from the wound, and dies
.]
SARDANAPALUS
: And
thus
I will be seen; unless the
succour,

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The last frail reed of our beleaguer’d hopes,
Arrive with Ofratanes.
MYRRHA
:Did you not
Receive a token from your dying brother,
Appointing Zames chief?
SARDANAPALUS
:I did.
MYRRHA
:Where’s Zames?
SARDANAPALUS
: Dead.
MYRRHA
:And Altada?
SARDANAPALUS
:Dying.
MYRRHA
:Pania? Sfero?

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SARDANAPALUS
: Pania yet lives; but Sfero’s fled or captive.
I am alone.
MYRRHA
: And is all lost?
SARDANAPALUS
:Our walls,
Though thinly mann’d, may still hold out against
Their present force, or aught save treachery:
But i’ the field —
MYRRHA
:I thought ’twas the intent

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Of Salemenes not to risk a sally
Till ye were strenthen’d by the expected succours.
SARDANAPALUS
:
I
over-ruled him.
MYRRHA
:Well, the fault’s a brave one.
SARDANAPALUS
: But fatal. Oh, my brother! I would give
These realms, of which thou wert the ornament,

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The sword and shield, the sole-redeeming honour,
To call back — But I will not weep for thee;
Thou shalt be mourn’d for as thou wouldst be mourn’d.
It grieves me most that thou couldst quit this life
Believing that I could survive what thou

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Hast died for – our long royalty of race.
If I redeem it, I will give thee blood
Of thousands, tears of millions, for atonement
(The tears of all the good are thine already).
If not, we meet again soon, – if the spirit

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Within us lives beyond: – thou readest mine,
And dost me justice now. Let me once clasp
That yet warm hand, and fold that throbless heart
[
Embraces the body
.]
To this which beats so bitterly. Now, bear
The body hence.
SOLDIER
: Where?
SARDANAPALUS
:To my proper chamber.

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Place it beneath my canopy, as though
The king lay there: when this is done, we will
Speak further of the rites due to such ashes.
[
Exeunt Soldiers with the body of
SALEMENES
.]
[
Enter
PANIA
.]
SARDANAPALUS
: Well, Pania! have you placed the guards,
and issued
The orders fix’d on?
PANIA
:Sire, I have obey’d.

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SARDANAPALUS
: And do the soldiers keep their hearts up?
PANIA
:Sire?
SARDANAPALUS
: I’m answer’d! When a king asks twice, and has
A question as an answer to
his
question,
It is a portent. What! they are dishearten’d?
PANIA
: The death of Salemenes, and the shouts

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Of the exulting rebels on his fall,
Have made them —
SARDANAPALUS
:
Rage
– not droop – it should have been.
We’ll find the means to rouse them.
PANIA
:Such a loss
Might sadden even a victory.
SARDANAPALUS
:Alas!
Who can so feel it as I feel? but yet,

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Though coop’d within these walls, they are strong, and we
Have those without will break their way through hosts,
To make their sovereign’s dwelling what it was –
A palace; not a prison, nor a fortress.
[
Enter an
OFFICER
,
hastily
.]
SARDANAPALUS
: Thy face seems ominous. Speak!
OFFICER
:I dare not
SARDANAPALUS
:Dare not?

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While millions dare revolt with sword in hand!
That’s strange. I pray thee break that loyal silence
Which loathes to shock its sovereign; we can hear
Worse than thou hast to tell.
PANIA
:Proceed, thou hearest.
OFFICER
: The wall which skirted near the river’s brink

190

Is thrown down by the sudden inundation
Of the Euphrates, which now rolling, swoln
From the enormous mountains where it rises,
By the late rains of that tempestuous region,
O’erfloods its banks, and hath destroy’d the bulwark.

195

PANIA
: That’s a black augury! it has been said
For ages, ‘That the city ne’er should yield
To man, until the river grew its foe.’
SARDANAPALUS
: I can forgive the omen, not the ravage.
How much is swept down of the wall?
OFFICER
:About

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Some twenty stadii.
SARDANAPALUS
: And all this is left
Pervious to the assailants?
OFFICER
:For the present
The river’s fury must impede the assault;
But when he shrinks into his wonted channel,
And may be cross’d by the accustom’d barks,

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The palace is their own.
SARDANAPALUS
:That shall be never.
Though men, and gods, and elements, and omens,
Have risen up ’gainst one who ne’er provoked them,
My father’s house shall never be a cave
For wolves to horde and howl in.
PANIA
:With your sanction,

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I will proceed to the spot, and take such measures
For the assurance of the vacant space
As time and means permit,
SARDANAPALUS
: About it straight,
And bring me back, as speedily as full
And fair investigation may permit,

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Report of the true state of this irruption
Of waters.
[
Exeunt
PANIA
and the
OFFICER
.]
MYRRHA
: Thus the very waves rise up
Against you.
SARDANAPALUS
: They are not my subjects, girl,
And may be pardon’d, since they can’t be punish’d.
MYRRHA
: I joy to see this portent shakes you not.

220

SARDANAPALUS
: I am past the fear of portents: they can tell me
Nothing I have not told myself since midnight:
Despair anticipates such things.
MYRRHA
:Despair!
SARDANAPALUS
: No; not despair precisely. When we know
All that can come, and how to meet it, our

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Resolves, if firm, may merit a more noble
Word than this is to give it utterances
But what are words to us? we have well nigh done
With them and all things.
MYRRHA
: Save
one deed
– the last
And greatest to all mortals; crowning act

230

Of all that was – or is – or is to be –
The only thing common to all mankind,
So different in their births, tongues, sexes, natures,
Hues, features, climes, times, feelings, intellects,
Without one point of union save in this,

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To which we tend, for which we’re born, and thread
The labyrinth of mystery, call’d life.
SARDANAPALUS
: Our clew being well nigh wound out, let’s
be cheerful.

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