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by Byron


  SARDANAPALUS: Oh! thou wilt hear it from my subjects.

  Yes –

  These slaves whom I have nurtured, pamper’d, fed,

  And swoln with peace, and gorged with plenty, till

  They reign themselves – all monarchs in their mansions –

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  Now swarm forth in rebellion, and demand

  His death, who made their lives a jubilee;

  While the few upon whom I have no claim

  Are faithful! This is true, yet monstrous.

  ZARINA:’Tis

  Perhaps too natural; for benefits

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  Turn poison in bad minds.

  SARDANAPALUS:And good ones make

  Good out of evil. Happier than the bee,

  Which hives not but from wholesome flowers.

  ZARINA:Then reap

  The honey, nor enquire whence ’tis derived.

  Be satisfied – you are not all abandon’d.

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  SARDANAPALUS: My life insures me that. How long,

  bethink you,

  Were not I yet a king, should I be mortal;

  That is, where mortals are, not where they must be?

  ZARINA: I know not. But yet live for my – that is,

  Your children’s sake!

  SARDANAPALUS:My gentle, wrong’d Zarina!

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  I am the very slave of circumstance

  And impulse – borne away with every breath!

  Misplaced upon the throne – misplaced in life.

  I know not what I could have been, but feel

  I am not what I should be – let it end.

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  But take this with thee: if I was not form’d

  To prize a love like thine, a mind like thine,

  Nor dote even on thy beauty – as I’ve doted

  On lesser charms, for no cause save that such

  Devotion was a duty, and I hated

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  All that look’d like a chain for me or others

  (This even rebellion must avouch); yet hear

  These words, perhaps among my last – that none

  E’er valued more thy virtues, though he knew not

  To profit by them – as the miner lights

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  Upon a vein of virgin ore, discovering

  That which avails him nothing: he hath found it,

  But ’tis not his – but some superior’s, who

  Placed him to dig, but not divide the wealth

  Which sparkles at his feet; nor dare he lift

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  Nor poise it, but must grovel on, upturning

  The sullen earth.

  ZARINA:Oh! if thou hast at length

  Discover’d that my love is worth esteem,

  I ask no more – but let us hence together,

  And I – let me say me – shall yet be happy.

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  Assyria is not all the earth – we’ll find

  A world out of our own – and be more bless’d

  Than I have ever been, or thou, with all

  An empire to indulge thee.

  [Enter SALEMENES.]

  SALEMENES: I must part ye –

  The moments, which must not be lost, are passing.

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  ZARINA: Inhuman brother! wilt thou thus weigh out

  Instants so high and blest?

  SALEMENES:Blest!

  ZARINA:He hath been

  So gentle with me, that I cannot think

  Of quitting.

  SALEMENES: So – this feminine farewell

  Ends as such partings end, in no departure.

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  I thought as much, and yielded against all

  My better bodings. But it must not be.

  ZARINA: Not be?

  SALEMENES: Remain, and perish —

  ZARINA:With my husband

  SALEMENES: And children.

  ZARINA:Alas!

  SALEMENES:Hear me, sister, like

  My sister: – all’s prepared to make your safety

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  Certain, and of the boys too, our last hopes;

  ’Tis not a single question of mere feeling,

  Though that were much – but ’tis a point of state:

  The rebels would do more to seize upon

  The offspring of their sovereign, and so crush —

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  ZARINA: Ah! do not name it.

  SALEMENES:Well, then, mark me: when

  They are safe beyond the Median’s grasp, the rebels

  Have miss’d their chief aim – the extinction of

  The line of Nimrod. Though the present king

  Fall, his sons live for victory and vengeance.

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  ZARINA: But could not I remain, alone?

  SALEMENES:What! leave

  Your children, with two parents and yet orphans –

  In a strange land – so young, so distant?

  ZARINA:No—

  My heart will break.

  SALEMENES:Now you know all – decide.

  SARDANAPALUS: Zarina, he hath spoken well, and we

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  Must yield awhile to this necessity.

  Remaining here, you may lose all; departing,

  You save the better part of what is left,

  To both of us, and to such loyal hearts

  As yet beat in these kingdoms.

  SALEMENES:The time presses.

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  SARDANAPALUS: Go, then. If e’er we meet again, perhaps

  I may be worthier of you – and, if not,

  Remember that my faults, though not atoned for,

  Are ended. Yet, I dread thy nature will

  Grieve more above the blighted name and ashes

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  Which once were mightiest in Assyria – than—

  But I grow womanish again, and must not;

  I must learn sternness now. My sins have all

  Been of the softer order — hide thy tears –

  I do not bid thee not to shed them – ’twere

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  Easier to stop Euphrates at its source

  Than one tear of a true and tender heart –

  But let me not behold them; they unman me

  Here when I had remann’d myself. My brother,

  Lead her away.

  ZARINA:Oh, God! I never shall

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  Behold him more!

  SARDANAPALUS [striving to conduct her]: Nay, sister, I must be obey’d.

  ZARINA: I must remain – away! you shall not hold me.

  What shall he die alone? – I live alone?

  SALEMENES: He shall not die alone; but lonely you

  Have lived for years.

  ZARINA: That’s false! I knew he lived,

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  And lived upon his image – let me go!

  SALEMENES [conducting her off the stage]: Nay, then, I must

  use some fraternal force,

  Which you will pardon.

  ZARINA:Never. Help me! Oh!

  Sardanapalus, wilt thou thus behold me

  Torn from thee?

  SALEMENES:Nay – then all is lost again,

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  If that this moment is not gain’d.

  ZARINA: My brain turns –

  My eyes fail – where is he?

  [She faints.]

  SARDANAPALUS [advancing]: No – set her down –

  She’s dead – and you have slain her.

  SALEMENES:’Tis the mere

  Faintness of o’erwrought passion: in the air

  She will recover. Pray, keep back. – [Aside.] I must

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  Avail myself of this sole moment to

  Bear her to where her children are embark’d,

  I’ the royal galley on the river.

  [SALEMENES bears her off.]

  SARDANAPALUS [solus]: This, too –

  And this too must I suffer – I, who never

 
Inflicted purposely on human hearts

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  A voluntary pang! But that is false –

  She loved me, and I loved her. – Fatal passion!

  Why dost thou not expire at once in hearts

  Which thou hast lighted up at once? Zarina!

  I must pay dearly for the desolation

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  Now brought upon thee. Had I never loved

  But thee, I should have been an unopposed

  Monarch of honouring nations. To what gulfs

  A single deviation from the track

  Of human duties leads even those who claim

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  The homage of mankind as their born due,

  And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

  [Enter MYRRHA.]

  SARDANAPALUS: You here! Who call’d you?

  MYRRHA: No one – but I heard

  Far off a voice of wail and lamentation,

  And thought —

  SARDANAPALUS: It forms no portion of your duties

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  To enter here till sought for.

  MYRRHA:Though I might,

  Perhaps, recal some softer words of yours

  (Although they too were chiding), which reproved me,

  Because I ever dreaded to intrude;

  Resisting my own wish and your injunction

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  To heed no time nor presence, but approach you

  Uncall’d for: – I retire.

  SARDANAPALUS:Yet stay – being here.

  I pray you pardon me: events have sour’d me

  Till I wax peevish – heed it not: I shall

  Soon be myself again.

  MYRRHA:I wait with patience,

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  What I shall see with pleasure

  SARDANAPALUS:Scarce a moment

  Before your entrance in this hall, Zarina,

  Queen of Assyria, departed hence.

  MYRRHA: Ah!

  SARDANAPALUS: Wherefore do you start?

  MYRRHA:Did I do so?

  SARDANAPALUS: ’Twas well you enter’d by another portal,

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  Else you had met. That pang at least is spared her!

  MYRRHA: I know to feel for her.

  SARDANAPALUS:That is too much,

  And beyond nature – ’tis nor mutual

  Nor possible. You cannot pity her,

  Nor she aught but —

  MYRRHA:Despise the favourite slave?

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  Not more than I have ever scorn’d myself.

  SARDANAPALUS: Scorn’d! what, to be the envy of your sex,

  And lord it o’er the heart of the world’s lord?

  MYRRHA: Were you the lord of twice ten thousand worlds –

  As you are like to lose the one you sway’d –

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  I did abase myself as much in being

  Your paramour, as though you were a peasant –

  Nay, more, if that the peasant were a Greek.

  SARDANAPALUS: You talk it well—

  MYRRHA:And truly.

  SARDANAPALUS:In the hour

  Of man’s adversity all things grow daring

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  Against the falling; but as I am not

  Quite fall’n, nor now disposed to bear reproaches,

  Perhaps because I merit them too often,

  Let us then part while peace is still between us.

  MYRRHA: Part!

  SARDANAPALUS: Have not all past human beings parted,

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  And must not all the present one day part?

  MYRRHA: Why?

  SARDANAPALUS: For your safety, which I will have look’d to,

  With a strong escort to your native land;

  And such gifts, as, if you had not been all

  A queen, shall make your dowry worth a kingdom.

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  MYRRHA: I pray you talk not thus.

  SARDANAPALUS:The queen is gone:

  You need not shame to follow. I would fall

  Alone – I seek no partners but in pleasure.

  MYRRHA: And I no pleasure but in parting not.

  You shall not force me from you.

  SARDANAPALUS: Think well of it –

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  It soon may be too late.

  MYRRHA:So let it be;

  For then you cannot separate me from you.

  SARDANAPALUS: And will not; but I thought you wish’d it.

  MYRRHA:I!

  SARDANAPALUS: You spoke of your abasement.

  MYRRHA:And I feel it

  Deeply – more deeply than all things but love.

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  SARDANAPALUS: Then fly from it.

  MYRRHA: Twill not recal the past–

  ’Twill not restore my honour, nor my heart.

  No – here I stand or fall. If that you conquer,

  I live to joy in your great triumph: should

  Your lot be different, I’ll not weep, but share it.

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  You did not doubt me a few hours ago.

  SARDANAPALUS: Your courage never — nor your love till

  now;

  And none could make me doubt it save yourself.

  Those words —

  MYRRHA:Were words. I pray you, let the proofs

  Be in the past acts you were pleased to praise

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  This very night, and in my further bearing,

  Beside, wherever you are borne by fate.

  SARDANAPALUS: I am content: and, trusting in my cause,

  Think we may yet be victors and return

  To peace – the only victory I covet.

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  To me war is no glory – conquest no

  Renown. To be forced thus to uphold my right

  Sits heavier on my heart than all the wrongs

  These men would bow me down with. Never, never

  Can I forget this night, even should I live

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  To add it to the memory of others.

  I thought to have made mine inoffensive rule

  An era of sweet peace ’midst bloody annals,

  A green spot amidst desert centuries,

  On which the future would turn back and smile,

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  And cultivate, or sigh when it could not

  Recal Sardanapalus’ golden reign.

  I thought to have made my realm a paradise,

  And every moon an epoch of new pleasures.

  I took the rabble’s shouts for love – the breath

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  Of friends for truth – the lips of woman for

  My only guerdon – so they are, my Myrrha:

  [He kisses her.]

  Kiss me. Now let them take my realm and life!

  They shall have both, but never thee!

  MYRRHA: No, never!

  Man may despoil his brother man of all

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  That’s great or glittering – kingdoms fall – hosts yield –

  Friends fail – slaves fly – and all betray – and, more

  Than all, the most indebted – but a heart

  That loves without self-love! ’Tis here – now prove it.

  [Enter SALEMENES.]

  SALEMENES: I sought you – How! she here again?

  SARDANAPALUS:Return not

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  Now to reproof: methinks your aspect speaks

  Of higher matter than a woman’s presence.

  SALEMENES: The only woman whom it much imports me

  At such a moment now is safe in absence —

  The queen’s embark’d.

  SARDANAPALUS:And well? say that much.

  SALEMENES:Yes.

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  Her transient weakness has pass’d o’er; at least,

  It settled into tearless silence: her

  Pale face and glittering eye, after a glance

  Upon her sleeping children, were still fix’d

  Upon the palace towers as the swift galley
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  Stole down the hurrying stream beneath the starlight;

  But she said nothing.

  SARDANAPALUS:Would I felt no more

  Than she has said!

  SALEMENES: ’Tis now too late to feel!

  Your feelings cannot cancel a sole pang:

  To change them, my advices bring sure tidings

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  That the rebellious Medes and Chaldees, marshall’d

  By their two leaders, are already up

  In arms again; and, serrying their ranks,

  Prepare to attack: they have apparently

  Been join’d by other satraps.

  SARDANAPALUS:What! more rebels?

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  Let us be first, then.

  SALEMENES:That were hardly prudent

  Now, though it was our first intention. If

  By noon to-morrow we are join’d by those

  I’ve sent for by sure messengers, we shall be

  In strength enough to venture an attack,

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  Ay, and pursuit too; but till then, my voice

  Is to await the onset.

  SARDANAPALUS:I detest

  That waiting; though it seems so safe to fight

  Behind high walls, and hurl down foes into

  Deep fosses, or behold them sprawl on spikes

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  Strew’d to receive them, still I like it not —

  My soul seems lukewarm; but when I set on them,

  Though they were piled on mountains, I would have

  A pluck at them, or perish in hot blood! —

  Let me then charge.

  SALEMENES:You talk like a young soldier.

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  SARDANAPALUS: I am no soldier, but a man: speak not

  Of soldiership, I loathe the word, and those

  Who pride themselves upon it; but direct me

  Where I may pour upon them.

  SALEMENES:You must spare

  To expose your life too hastily; ’tis not

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  Like mine or any other subject’s breath:

  The whole war turns upon it – with it; this

  Alone creates it, kindles, and may quench it —

  Prolong it – end it.

  SARDANAPALUS:Then let us end both!

  ’Twere better thus, perhaps, than prolong either;

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  I’m sick of one, perchance of both.

  [A trumpet sounds without.]

  SALEMENES:Hark!

  SARDANAPALUS:Let us

  Reply, not listen.

  SALEMENES:And your wound!

  SARDANAPALUS:’Tis bound —

  ’Tis heal’d – I had forgotten it. Away!

  A leech’s lancet would have scratch’d me deeper;

  The slave that gave it might be well ashamed

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  To have struck so weakly.

  SALEMENES:Now, may none this hour

  Strike with a better aim!

  SARDANAPALUS:Ay, if we conquer;

  But if not, they will only leave to me

  A task they might have spared their king. Upon them!

  [Trumpet sounds again.]

  SALEMENES: I am with you.

 

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