Re-enter CUPBEARER, with wine. Sar. [taking the cup from him]. Noble kinsman, If these barbarian Greeks of the far shores And skirts of these our realms lie not, this Bacchus Conquer'd the whole of India, did he not? are Sal. He did, and thence was deem'd a deity. Sar. Not so:-of all his conquests a few columns Which may be his, and might be mine, if I Thought them worth purchase and conveyance, The landmarks of the seas of gore he shed, The realms he wasted, and the hearts he broke. But here, here in this goblet is his title To immortality-the immortal grape From which he first express'd the soul, and gave To gladden that of man, as some atonement For the victorious mischiefs he had done. Had it not been for this, he would have been A mortal still in name as in his grave; And, like my ancestor Semiramis, A sort of semi-glorious human monster. Here's that which deified him-let it now Humanise thee; my surly, chiding brother, Pledge me to the Greek god. Sal. And him as a true man, who did his utmost [Drinks. Sal. Wilt thou resume a revel at this hour? Sar. And if I did, 'twere better than a trophy, Being bought without a tear. But that is not My present purpose: since thou wilt not pledge me, Continue what thou pleasest. [To the CUPBEARER.] Boy, retire. [Exit CUPBEARER. (1) "For this expedition he took only a small chosen body of the phalanx, but all his light troops. In the first day's march he reached Anchialus, a town said to have been Sal. I would but have recall'd thee from thy dream; Better by me awaken'd than rebellion. Sar. Who should rebel? or why? what cause? pretext ? I am the lawful king, descended from A race of kings who knew no predecessors. But Thou think'st that I have wrong'd the queen: is't not so? Sal. Think! Thou hast wrong'd her! Complaint, and Salemenes' sister seeks not Sar. murmur Because I have not shed their blood, nor led them Or whiten with their bones the banks of Ganges; Sal. Sar. Or for my trophies I have founded cities; There's Tarsus and Anchialus both built In one day-what could that blood-loving beldame, My martial grandam, chaste Semiramis, Do more except destroy them? Sal. 'Tis most true; Sal. A worthy moral, and a wise inscription, For a king to put up before his subjects! Sar. Oh, thou wouldst have me doubtless set up edicts "Obey the king-contribute to his treasure- These are their sepulchres, and this his trophy." Sal. Thy sires have been revered as gods— Those gods were merely men; look to their issue- The follies of my species, and (that's human) Sal. Alas! And thine and mine; and in another day Sar. I will trust no man with unlimited lives. singularly to have affected in works of the kind. A monument representing Sardanapalus was found there, warranted by an inscription in Assyrian characters, of course in the old Assyrian language, which the Greeks, whether well or ill, interpreted thus: Sardanapalus, son of Anacyndaraxes, in one day founded Anchialus and Tarsus. Eat, drink, play; all other human joys are not worth a fillip.' Supposing this version nearly exact (for Arrian says it was not quite so), whether the purpose has not been to invite to civil order a people disposed to turbulence, rather than to recommend immoderate luxury, may perhaps reasonably be questioned. What, indeed, could be the object of a king of Assyria in founding such towns in a country so distant from his capital, and so divided from it by an immense extent of sandy desert and lofty mountains, and, still more, how the inhabitants could be at once in circumstances to abandon themselves to the intemperate joys which their prince has been supposed to have recommended, is not obvious; but it may deserve ob Sal. That thou this night forbear the banquet In the pavilion over the Euphrates. Sar. Forbear the banquet! Not for all the plotters That ever shook a kingdom! Let them come, Sar. Perhaps. I have the goodliest armour, and And now I think on't, 'tis long since I've used servation that, in that line of coast, the southern of Lesser Asia, ruins of cities, evidently of an age after Alexander, yet barely named in history, at this day astonish the adventurous traveller by their magnificence and elegance. Amid the desolation which, under a singularly barbarian government, has for so many centuries been daily spreading in the finest countries of the globe, whether more from soil and climate, or from opportunities for commerce, extraordinary means must have been found for communities to flourish there; whence it may seem that the measures of Sardanapalus were directed by juster views than have been commonly ascribed to him; but that monarch having been the last of a dynasty ended by a revolution, obloquy on his memory would follow of course from the policy of his successors and their partiThe inconsistency of traditions concerning Sardanapalus is striking in Diodorus's account of him."-MITFORD'S Greece, vol. ix. p. 311, 312, 313. sans. To revel and to rail; it irks me not. Sul. You have said they are men; As such their hearts are something. Sar. So my dogs' are; Given or received; we have enough within us, The fatal penalties imposed on life: But this they know not, or they will not know. I have, by Baal! done all I could to soothe them : I made no wars, I added no new imposts, I interfered not with their civic lives, I let them pass their days as best might suit them: Sal. Sar. They lic.-Unhappily, I am unfit Sal. There is one Mede, at least, who seeks to be so. Sar. What mean'st thou P-'tis thy secret; thou desirest Few questions, and I'm not of curious nature. Feel! who feels not Sal. I will not pause to answer With words, but deeds. Keep thou awake that energy Which sleeps at times, but is not dead within thee, And thou may'st yet be glorious in thy reign, As powerful in thy realm. Farewell! [Exit SALEMENES. Farewell! Sar. [solus]. He's gone; and on his finger bears my signet, Which is to him a sceptre. He is stern As I am heedless; and the slaves deserve To feel a master. What may be the danger, I know not: -he hath found it, let him quell it. Must I consume my life-this little lifeIn guarding against all may make it less ? It is not worth so much! It were to die Before my hour, to live in dread of death, Tracing revolt; suspecting all about nie, ; I suffer'd them--from slaves and nobles when they falter from the lips I love, lips which have been press'd to mine, a chill comes o'er my heart, a cold sense of the falsehood Of this my station, which represses feeling In those for whom I have felt most, and makes me To try so much? When he who is their ruler Myr. Frown not upon me; you have smiled Too often on me not to make those frowns Bitterer to bear than any punishment Which they may augur.-King, I am your subject! Master, I am your slave! Man, I have loved you! With thee, and wear no crowns but those of Loved you, I know not by what fatal weakness, flowers. To think of aught save festivals. Thou hast not A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom? Sar. Then wherefore dost thou turn so pale? I love. Although a Greek, and born a foe to monarchs- Sar. Save me, my beauty! Thou art very fair, The very first Of human life must spring from woman's breast, Your first small words are taught you from her lips, Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing, I have heard thee talk of as the favourite pastime Sar. Thou speakest of them. Myr. Yet oft True true constant thought Will overflow in words unconsciously; But when another speaks of Greece, it wounds me. Sar. Well, then, how wouldst thou save me, as thou saidst ? Myr. By teaching thee to save thyself, and not Thyself alone, but these vast realms, from all The rage of the worst war-the war of brethren. Sar. Why, child, I loathe all war and warriors; I live in peace and pleasure; what can man Do more! Myr. Alas! my lord, with common men There needs too oft the show of war to keep The substance of sweet peace; and, for a king, 'Tis sometimes better to be feared than loved. Sar. And I have never sought but for the last. Myr. And now art neither. Sar. To ward off worse oppression, their own passions. 'Tis for some small addition to the temple. To revel and to rail; it irks me not. Sul. You have said they are men; As such their hearts are something. Sar. So my dogs' are; Given or received; we have enough within us, The fatal penalties imposed on life: But this they know not, or they will not know. I have, by Baal! done all I could to soothe them: I made no wars, I added no new imposts, I interfered not with their civic lives, I let them pass their days as best might suit them: Sal. Sar. They lic.-Unhappily, I am unfit Sal. There is one Mede, at least, who seeks to be so. Few questions, and I'm not of curious nature. Feel! who feels not Which sleeps at times, but is not dead within thee, [Exit SALEMENES. Farewell! Sar. [solus]. He's gone; and on his finger bears my signet, Which is to him a sceptre. He is stern As I am heedless; and the slaves deserve To feel a master. What may be the danger, I know not: -he hath found it, let him quell it. Must I consume my life-this little lifeIn guarding against all may make it less? It is not worth so much! It were to die Before my hour, to live in dread of death, Tracing revolt; suspecting all about me, Acts of this clay! 'Tis true I have not shed Oh, men! ye must be ruled with scythes, not sceptres, And mow'd down like the grass, else all we reap Sar. -Within there, ho! Enter an ATTENDANT. Slave, tell The Ionian Myrrha we could crave her presence. Attend. King, she is here. Thou dost almost anticipate my heart; Communicates between us, though unseen, Sar. What is it? Myr. I know there doth, but not its name : In my native land a god, And in my heart a feeling like a god's, Exalted; yet I own 'tis only mortal; For what I feel is humble, and yet happyThat is, it would be happy; but [MYRRIA pauses. There comes Sar. For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness; let me remove The barrier which that hesitating accent Proclaims to thine, and mine is seal'd. Myr. Sar. My lord-my king-sire-sovereign; thus it is For ever thus, address'd with awe. My lord! I ne'er Can see a smile, unless in some broad banquet's |