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Sat*. What! am I then coopd ?

Already captive ? can I not even breatheThe breath of Heaven ? Tell Prince Salemenes,Were all Assyria raging: round the wallsIn mutinous myriads, I would still go forth.

Pan . I must obey you, and yet-

Myr. Oh, monarch, listen.

Haw many a day and moon thou hast reclinedWithin these palace walls in silken dalliance,

And never shown thee to thy peoples longing;Leaving thy subjects eyes ungratified,

The satraps uncontrolld, the gods unworshippd,And all things in the anarchy of sloth,

"ill all, save evil, slumberd through the realm!.iiid wilt thou not now tarry for a day

A day which may redeem thee ? Wilt thou notYield to the few still faithful a few hours,

For them, for thee, for thy past fathers race,And for thy sons inheritance ?

Pan.Tis true ;

From the deep urgency with which the princeDespatchd me to your sacred presence, IMust dare to add my feeble voice to thatWhich now has spoken.

Sar. No, it must not he.

Myr. For the sake of thy realm!

Sar. Away!

Pan. For that

Of all thy faithful subjects, who will rallyRound thee and thine.

Sar. These are mere fantasies:

There is no peril:tis a sullen schemeOf Salemenes, to approve his zeal,

And show himself more necessary to us.

Myr. By all thats good and glorious take thiscounsel.

Sar. Business to-morrow.

Myr. Ay, or death to-night.

S. Why, let it come then unexpectedly,iudst joy and gentleness, and mirth and ]$>ve ;So let me fall like the pluckd rose!far betterTims than be witherd.

Myr. Then thou wilt not yield,

Even for the sake of all that ever stirrdA monarch into action, to foregoA trifling revel ?

Sar. No.

Myr. Then yield for mine ;

For my sake!

Sar. Thine, my Myrrha !

Myr.Tis the first

Boon which ever I askd Assyria s King.

Sar. Thats true, and weret my kingdom, mustbe granted.

Well, for thy sake I yield me. Panfti, hence!Thou hearst me.

Pan. And obey.

[Exit Pcrnia.

Sar. I marvel at tliee.

What is thy motive, Myrrha , thus to urge me PMyr. Thy safety j and the certainty that noughtCould urge the prince, thy kinsman, to requireThus much from thee, but some impendingdanger.

Sar. And if I do not dread it, why sliouldstthou ?

Myr. Because ihov- dost not fear, I fear for thee.Sar. To-morrow thou wilt smile at these vainfancies.

Myr. If the worst come, I shall he where noneweep,

WORKS.

And that is better than the power to smile.

And thou ?

Sar. I shall he King as heretofore.

Myr. Where ?

Sar. With Baal , Nimrod, and Semiramis,

Sole in Assyria , or with them elsewhere.

Fate made me what I ammay make me no-thing

But either that or nothing must I ho :

I will not live degraded.

Myr. I-Iadst thou felt

Thus always, non© would ever dare degrade thee.Sar. And who will do so now PMyr. Dost thou suspect none ?

Sar. Suspect!thats a spys office. Oil! wclose

Ten thousand precious moments in vain words,And vainer fears. Y/itliiii there!ye slaves,deck

The hall of Nimrod for the evening revel:

If I must make a prison of our paiace,

At least well wear our fetters jocundlyIf the Euphrates he forbid us, andThe summer dwelling on its beauteous border,Here we are still unmeuaeed. Ho! withinthere!

[Exit Sardanaiialus.Myr (sola ). Why do I love this man P Mycountrys daughters

Love none but heroes. But 1 have no country !The slave hath lost all save lier bonds. I lovohim;

And thats the heaviest link of the long chainTo love whom we esteem not. Be it so:

The hour is coming when lie'll need all love,

And find none. To fall from him now werebaser

Than to have stabbed him on his throne whenhighest

Would have been noble in my countrys creed :

I was not made for either. Could I save him,

I should not love him better, but myself :

And I have need of the last, for I have fallenIn my own thoughts, by loving this softstranger:

And yet metliinks I love him more, perceivingThat he is hated of liis own barbariansThe natural foes of all the blood of Greece .Could I but wake a single thought like thoseWhich even the Phrygians feit when battlinglong

Twixt Illion and the sea, within his heart,

He would tread down the barbarous crowds, andtriumph.

He loves me, and I love him ; the slave lovesHer master, and would free him from his vices.If not, I have a means of freedom still,

And if I cannot teach him how to reign,

May show him how alone a king can leaveHis throne. I must not lose him from my sight.

[Exit.

ACT II.

SCENE I.T7ie Portal of the same Sail of thePalace.

Beleses (solus). The sun goes down; methinkshe sets more slowly,

Taking his last look of Assyria s empire.

How red lie glares amongst those deepeningclouds,