They who have nothing more to fear may well | |
Indulge a smile at that which once appall’d; | |
240 | As children at discover’d bugbears. |
[ | |
PANIA | |
As was reported: I have order’d there | |
A double guard, withdrawing from the wall | |
Where it was strongest the required addition | |
To watch the breach occasion’d by the waters. | |
245 | SARDANAPALUS |
as | |
My worthy Pania! further ties between us | |
Draw near a close. I pray you take this key: | |
[ | |
It opens to a secret chamber, placed | |
Behind the couch in my own chamber. (Now | |
250 | Press’d by a nobler weight than e’er it bore – |
Though a long line of sovereigns have lain down | |
Along its golden frame – as bearing for | |
A time what late was Salenenes). Search | |
The secret covert to which this will lead you; | |
255 | ’Tis full of treasure; take it for yourself |
And your companions: there’s enough to load ye, | |
Though ye be many. Let the slaves be freed, too; | |
And all the inmates of the palace, of | |
Whatever sex, now quit it in an hour. | |
260 | Then launch the regal barks, once form’d for pleasure, |
And now to serve for safety, and embark. | |
The river’s broad and swoln, and uncommanded | |
(More potent than a king) by these besiegers. | |
Fly! and be happy! | |
PANIA | |
265 | So you accompany your faithful guard. |
SARDANAPALUS | |
hence | |
And leave me to my fate. | |
PANIA | |
I ever disobey’d: but now— | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Dare beard me now, and Insolence within | |
270 | Apes Treason from without. Question no further; |
’Tis my command, my last command. Wilt | |
Oppose it? | |
PANIA | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Swear that you will obey when I shall give | |
The signal. | |
PANIA | |
275 | I promise. |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Faggots, pine-nuts, and wither’d leaves, and such | |
Things as catch fire and blaze with one sole spark; | |
Bring cedar, too, and precious drugs, and spices, | |
And mighty planks, to nourish a tall pile; | |
280 | Bring frankincense and myrrh, too, for it is |
For a great sacrifice I build the pyre; | |
And heap them round yon throne. | |
PANIA | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
And | |
PANIA | |
Without a vow. | |
[ | |
MYRRHA | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
285 | Anon – what the whole earth shall ne’er forget. |
[ | |
PANIA: | |
This herald has been brought before me, craving | |
An audience. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
HERALD | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
proceed. | |
HERALD | |
290 | The anointed high-priest — |
SARDANAPALUS | |
With new kings rise new altars. But, proceed; | |
You are sent to prate your master’s will, and not | |
Reply to mine. | |
HERALD | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
HERALD | |
295 | In the camp of the conquerors; behold His signet ring. |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Poor Salemenes! thou hast died in time | |
To see one treachery the less: this man | |
Was thy true friend and my most trusted subject. | |
300 | Proceed. |
HERALD | |
Of choice to single out a residence | |
In any of the further provinces, | |
Guarded and watch’d, but not confined in person, | |
Where thou shalt pass thy days in peace; but on | |
305 | Condition that the three young princes are |
Given up as hostages. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
HERALD | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
Have slaves decided on the doom of kings? | |
HERALD | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
310 | Thou at the least shalt learn the penalty |
Of treason, though its proxy only. Pania! | |
Let his head be thrown from our walls within | |
The rebels’ lines, his carcass down the river. | |
Away with him! | |
[ | |
PANIA | |
315 | Your orders with more pleasure than the present. |
Hence with him, soldiers! do not soil this hall | |
Of royalty with treasonable gore; | |
Put him to rest without. | |
HERALD | |
My office, king, is sacred. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
320 | That thou shouldst come and dare to ask of me |
To lay it down? | |
HERALD | |
At the same peril if refused, as now | |
Incurr’d by my obedience. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
New monarchs of an hour’s growth as despotic | |
325 | As sovereigns swathed in purple, and enthroned |
From birth to manhood! | |
HERALD | |
Yours (I speak humbly) — but it may be – yours | |
May also be in danger scarce less imminent: | |
Would it then suit the last hours of a line | |
330 | Such as is that of Nimrod, to destroy |
A peaceful herald, unarm’d, in his office; | |
And violate not only all that man | |
Holds sacred between man and man – but that | |
More holy tie which links us with the gods? | |
335 | SARDANAPALUS |
last act | |
Shall not be one of wrath. Here, fellow, take | |
[ | |
This golden goblet, let it hold your wine, | |
And think of | |
And think of nothing but their weight and value. | |
340 | HERALD |
Most gorgeous gift, which renders it more precious. | |
But must I bear no answer? | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
An hour’s truce to consider. | |
HERALD | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
345 | That time your masters hear no further from me, |
They are to deem that I reject their terms, | |
And act befittingly. | |
HERALD | |
To be a faithful legate of your pleasure. | |
SARDANAPALUS | |
HERALD | |
it, | |
350 | Whate’er it be. |
SARDANAPALUS | |
And tell him, ere a year expire, I summon | |
Him hence to meet me. | |
HERALD |