A DRAMATIC SCENE. THROW up the casement. ZINGHA. Draw the curtains' folds, And let the evening sunlight in. In sooth That hold the world in chains. Our sweet Sultana! O'ertopped with palmy leaves, and wreathing flowers, And say if she, the sovereign over all, Should not be ever glad? NOURJEHAN. I have no heart to stay thee. Minion, prate on; ZINGHA. What means this? Your brow is clouded, and methinks, a frown If it might dare as yet to venture on Nourjehan signifies Light of the World. NOURJEHAN. No-none of these. ZINGHA. Or hath the lordly Jehanguire NOURJEHAN. Hush-hush! A ZINGHA. Nay-well I know our royal master loves you, NOURJEHAN. Be silent! Slave! what is 't to thee? Who said I grieved, Or craved his presence? What is it to thee To wear a pensive aspect-or to bid My lord be absent for a time-must thou! Some mournful legend would suit better now REZIA. Lady, Thy slave obeys. I have a tale, pertains Unto these very gardens, of old time, When those tall ancient trees were slender shafts, And those bright fountains had not learned to spout Fresh from their marble basins. The legend of the Jewess? I heard it in my childhood. But as a grandsire's story. You remember NOURJEHAN. As a dream; ZINGHA. It was told, She was loved, 'Tis said, by one of royal Selim's line, None e'er knew whence she came. One day the slaves Of the great Emperor, wandering in his gardens, Saw her beside a fount; beneath the shade She sate, so bright and beautiful, they deemed her One of those houris who in Paradise Wreathe their fair brows with sunbeams. They conveyed her A willing captive, to the sovereign's throne; O'er whom, e'en from that hour, she only reigned. REZIA. Yes, but mysterious as her coming was, Oftimes with light so sad, so very sad, You would have thought she pined with secret wo; Yet other glances had she for her lord. When none observed-the fascinating gaze Wherewith the serpent wins his guileless prey; His nature quail before her own. NOURJEHAN (sighing). He loved, And therefore was a slave! REZIA. Ay, changed indeed Their state; she was the sovereign—he the slave; One By one the innocent victims were devoted Sate at her casement, and beheld the sack That held some living sufferer sink beneath The bubbling waters; clasped her snowy hands In exultation, while her glorious eyes Flashed forth redoubled fire. There was one maiden Alas! the murderess triumphed! Yet rued she long that victory. The young girl, Like all the rest, was thrown into the sea. |