vm-k R365 L8 1907 Class J?S._L5J_3_ Book _/S/HA_L?_ Copyright^ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. '4 •"4 LYDIA A Poetical Drama in One Act by Belden Oertel Taylor Graves Broadway Publishing Company 835 Broadway, New York m^ 0\ LIBRARY of CONGRESS I wo Gooles Received o ; m »90? Oonvrisht Entry Jim n, wi CLASS J> XXc, NOi tc-na COPY B. Copyright, 1907, BT Belden Oertel Taylor Graves /i// rights reserved. TO B. FRANK WYCKOFF WITH GRATITUDE I DEDICATE THIS PLAY Note by the Author / wish to state that in no manner is this zvork his- torical. I have treated a phase of life of the present' period, placing it in an earlier century, hoping thereby to increase its beauty and to heighten its dramatic situa- tions. B. 0. T. G. CHARACTERS. Calenus, a Roman Lord. Glaucus, Cousin of Calenus. Redones, Servant of Calenus. Lydia, Wife of Calenus. Ione, a Princess, in love with Glaucus. An Old Woman. And Others. LYDIA Time — Dawn. Scene — A chamber in the palace of Calenus. Near the back are steps ascending to a platform, with colon- nade through which may be seen the Bay of Naples and the surrounding hills. Opening on the riglit of the platform is an arched en- trance on either side. As the curtain is raised the East brightens. Enter Calenus and Ione. IONE. Wilt thou not leave me? Hist — the palace stirs! Should Lydia — Calenus. What of her? Ione. I only thought I heard her step within. We guilty are LYDIA 3 Like frightened children stumbling in the dark. Had I proof thou wouldst remain as steadfast to lone, as she to thee — Calenus. Hast thou not proof? Ione. Thy word only. Calenus. What else? Ione. Her life — her life. Calenus. Wouldst thou destroy such purity? What cause have I To take her life? Does she possess a fault It is to love, and I'm that person. Why Should it be so? Ione. Calenus, thou may'st read The hearts of men, but woman's heart is fashioned Of such a crafty substance no man can read It. What should she, hearing of thy deception, Slay? Calenus. It is impossible. Ione. Thou speakest in LYDIA A boyish vein, yet thou hast reason ! Let It then conceive where love for love may over- Reach itself, and reap destruction on What love loves best. The greater is that love The more it's to be feared, 'ware of her ! Art thou, Who hath paced the battlefield and gloated O'er its lifeless mimicry, afeard to slay her? I would not ask my life of thee didst thou Desire it. It's a little thing one stroke, A potion, or — thou hast a ring. Calenus. Wouldst desecrate our marriage bed with blood? Ione. Wouldst imperil our marriage life with her? Like a serpent she will lurk about our chamber And the palace halls till she hath stung. Kill her ! Calenus. Kill her thyself ! IONE. Coward ! Calenus. Ask Not this, all else is for thy asking. Were She dead I could sleep no more. In killing her I would plant a cancer in my heart, and lift LYDIA 7 A mangled body up to me each hour. Ione, slowly withdr diving. I will no longer urge it. 'Tis a fault To love such peevish mettle. Such as thou art Are toys for old maids and for sickly girls. To-night I quit thy castle. — Follow me not! This beauty was given to me to enrich the earth, These arms to embrace the air, — Calenus. One word ! Ione. No more ! — These lips to entice the bees, — Calenus. Thou shalt not go! Ask what thou wilt. Wilt do it? Yes. Ione. Then my Calenus spoke. Calenus. Ione. Swear it ! Calenus. I swear. LYDIA 9 It grows brighter. Glaucus enters from the back, and, standing' behind a column, watches them. Taking Ione's extended hand Calenus kisses it, then sloivly passes out. Ione, angrily. I strangle of that kiss. Am I a fool ? So easily is an old man led to ruin, Yet I had rather sheath this in his heart Than endure his caresses. Glaucus descends the steps to Ione. Glaucus. This marriage to Calenus is? Ione. To seat Upon his throne Glaucus my love. Glaucus. And yet — (vehemently) Oh, goddess, if I thought thou wast ambitious For thyself alone, or that between This marriage and the dawn — I'd slay thee ! Ione. Glaucus, Chide me not. A woman may stoop low and yet not fall, A woman will hazard all for what she loves. LYDIA ii Glaucus. A woman will ieign much to gain her point. Ione. Wilt thou affront me with this insolence? Such is my love — I had forgot all else — I have endured great insult, many pangs, Cast womanhood aside, called virtue jest. Why were those kisses given? — but for thee! Those lies told? those caresses? — but for thee! I even plead for blood to crown thy head. And yet in all there was magnificence. Glaucus, dost spurn me 'cause Ione has sinned? Glaucus. If thou hast sinned, each is inlaid with gems, Thou'rt covered o'er with treasured sacredness, Thou art a fresh rose of the Orient, A throbbing snowdrift chiselled by the wind, Rich as the foliage of the grassy plain. Forgive me. Ione. How may I forgive what is Forgiven? Lift thy head, and hold me as Thou didst when the lightning flashed, when the stars Sang, and the odor of thy hair grew dim with mine. I only wish to love and to be loved, To feel thy lips steal softly over mine. LYDIA 13 Wilt have it so? Glaucus, kissing her. I will. IONE. Kiss me again, And now upon my throat, and here, and here! Taking from beneath her robe a vial, Ione holds it up. When this night's marriage feast draws near the end A poison shall be sipped by the principal Guest. Glaucus. By? IONE. Calenus. — Why dost start? It is for thee ! A trumpet is blown within. Glaucus. The council summons me, and I must go. The time of death? Ione. When I shall serve our host. [Exit Glaucus Re-enter Calenus. LYDIA 15 Calenus. lone, seek safety in thy secret room ; Lydia even grows jealous of thy robe; Perilous is such hatred. Ione. If it is Then steel thy heart, look well unto thy ways. They who falter often fail to win in their Endeavors be they small or great. [Exit Ione Enter Lydia. Lydia. For some days I have witnessed thee often Conversing with Ione alone. Calenus. And dost thou Doubt me? Lydia. Where suspicion points there may Be cause for doubting. Love is treacherous, Its many paths lead even kings to ruin. Calenus. Come, Lydia, I have heard enough ! Dost thou not sit the throne? Lydia. I sit the throne — LYDIA 17 Calenus. What else, then? Lydia. As a shadow of myself, A building shaken by the raging gale, And as the wounded knight parcheth For rain, so I for thee. Last night I was waked By most strange fancies, and methought I heard the howling of the savage dog, The bleating of the lamb lost from the fold, And thou appeared, about thy waist some arm ! Thou wast lead from me. Though I called Within thine eyes there was a far off look. Calenus. It is a weakness to place faith in ghosts. Lydia. What is this thing that hath divided us? Calenus. Nothing. Lydia. The cypress swayeth when there is No wind? The mountains rumble without cause? Although thou wilt not answer this I know That man is prone to wander from his home When allured by beauty. LYDIA 19 Calenus. I have heard enough! (mildly) Thou knowest thou hast had no cause for this Suspicion, therefore cast it off; letting My constancy be guard against this self Deception, and an ample proof my love Is changeless as the stars, and fiercer than The mystic rays of yonder burning sun. Canst thou not trust me, I that slew the bold Phoenician, I that long to see thee happy every hour? Lydia. Were not our hearts susceptible to doubt I would not have given this a thought. The tears I have shed were tears of joy, and I have often longed for even woe; But when it seems so near I shrink from it, — Is it unnatural to not court pain? I will forsake distrust, thy words bring joy, And I forever crave thy bosom, there, — There — to lay my head, there, — there — To be when earthly passions in me cease to breathe. (suddenly) Swear nothing shall divide usl LYDIA 21 Calenus. Nothing. Leave — Lydia. Why dost thou not wish me with thee? Calenus. Matters Of moment press. Lydia. Forever this excuse? Lydia slowly ascends the steps, watching Calenus. Calenus. I nearly repent me of my oath. What if She being dead should return to earth to haunt Me with her presence? These are cowardly thoughts; I'll none of them ; let me so steel my soul I'll lose her image in Ione's. Re-enter Glaucus. Calenus approaches him. Taking from his hand the death ring, Calenus places it on the hand of Glaucus, pointing to Lydia. Calenus. I place upon thy hand the ring of death. Glaucus. Calenus ! — Calenus. (suddenly, with vehemence, then mildly) Though she must die, she shall endure no pain ! LYDIA 23 No scar shall mar her beauty ! and with reverence She must be carried to her resting place. (advancing — to self) Maidens will sing her praises, honor will crown her name, The fragrant lily blossom o'er her grave, An emblem of her hallowed innocence. Turning, Calenus gazes at Lydia a moment. She is standing at the back, her hand resting upon a column. Exit Calenus. Lydia descends the steps and draws near Glaucus, unnoticed. Glaucus. I would not be the instrument of her death, Perchance she may be moved by jealousy to strike At her own master. Lydia. 'To strike at her own master' — So he gave directions for my end ? (Glaucus is silent.) Wilt thou not slay me now? Glaucus. I cannot. Lydia. Yet You wear the ring. LYDIA 25 Glaucus. It of itself is harmless, And he may repent. Lydia. You tremble. Why Dost thou turn pale ? Then is my death so essential To this feast — this marriage — or — 'twas whispered lone would be queen ! To-night will not This prophecy be fulfilled? Glaucus. Command me not To answer. Lydia. Canst deny this thing? Glaucus. I cannot. Lydia. Go! [Exit Glaucus. Re-enter Calenus. With boived head Lydia approaches him, then gazes steadfastly at him a moment before speaking. Lydia. Master— Calenus. Why stare at me? LYDIA 27 Lydia. I stare at only A stone. Calenus. These glaring eyes, perspiring brow ; This quivering of your lips, these broken sobs : What is the matter now? Lydia. O master, — ■ Calenus. Say it !— Why mute? these tears? thy head bent down? thine eyes Riveted thus upon the ground? Lydia. Calenus, — Calenus. Speak ! Lydia. I came to know thy heart. Calenus. Thou knowest it. Lydia. There was a happy time 1 thought I did, but now I know too well. Calenus. How now, Lvdia? LYDIA 2 9 LydiA. Concerning your desire. Calenus. Thou speakest strangely. Lydia. Concerning death, and lone. Calenus. What dream is this? Lydia. No dream, no mortal hath Betrayed thy trust, but this fair world in one Powerful tongue proclaims it. Lydia. What? Calenus. Your words. Calenus. The words? Lydia. Such as make villains of righteous Men, infuse passion in the hearts of babes, Mock truth, honor, glory, and all the earth ! Calenus. Rave not ! I will revoke this order of thy death. LYDIA 31 Lydia. It is not this that pains, it is the thought Of thy deception. Calenus, slay Me now, I will not ask my life, pour liquid Fire upon this bosom, or burn out Mine eyes, and I will ask no mercy ; yet To live to know thee wedded to another — Is there a greater sorrow? Calenus. Ah! A frantic thought which time will cool. Lydia. Nor time, Language, nor monuments of gold can atone For this marriage. Oh, what a change fleeting Time has wrought since first we met till The present hour. Why wilt abandon me? Calenus. Clutch not thus at my knees, arise at once And on the instant leave! Lydia. Forsake me not ! Lydia, I have said. Calenus. Lydia. Hast thou no pity? LYDIA 33 Should there be a son — Calenus. Lydia, lie not! Lydia. Would he restore thy love? Calenus. Never. Lydia. There is no hope, Calenus. Then? None. Lydia, rising. Calenus, since it is thy wish we part, Since thou art happier with this new found love, Since I annoy thee, am a worthless toy Of sustenance reft, unable to do Thee good, I say farewell. Wilt thou not bid Farewell? Calenus. Farewell. Lydia. Yet ere I go I ask Of thee — the waters are quite cold, drag downward, Or I may be lost in the wood — one life LYDIA 35 Must end— to bur} r me in thy tomb ; I will Rest easier there knowing that thou wilt later join me. Place my wedding robe about me thus, My bracelets on my arms, my jewels in My hair, my necklace 'bout my throat, my rings Upon my ringers, and a thorn over My bosom. Rememberest how I looked that night Of nights, that hour of hours, that moment of moments As I stole all quivering and spotless to thy room? Then thou didst hide me away, and life was created anew. Then I was so happy, no more, no more; Thou knowest not the blow that thou hast struck. I fear to leave thee lest thy bark may not Be steered with the accomplished art, that gentleness With which I e'er was wont to guide it o'er the many waves of harm. Her hands may be fairer than mine, but not so strong ; Her heart may beat stronger than mine, but not so true ; I would not leave thee with this beautiful bird ! She may conceal her talons but to destroy ! This thing is killing me, 'tis killing our child ! What, wilt thou murder it before it is born? Oh, thou art deluged with a flame of blood ! My eyes! — What! art thou here? — What has thou done? LYDIA 37 Calenus. Lydia, — Lydia. Thou must not follow me. — It crieth Out, it struggles, it gasps for breath ! 'tis done It — is — done. [Exit Lydia Calenus. Redones, — Redones, — Redones ! — Enter Redones. Redones. Yes, my lord. Calenus. Follow her. Redones. Who? Calenus. Why, Lydia. Redones. Wliere, my lord? Calenus. Without, and see she does Herself no injury. [Exit Redo:; Re-enter Ione, hastily. Was't you that did it ? LYDIA 39 IONE. Calenus. What? Ione, startled. Didst hear no sound? Calenus. When? IONE. This past moment. Calenus. No other than The rustle of thy robe. IONE. Yet you commanded — Calenus. Speak ! Ione. Listen, — Steps and wailing without. Calenus. What means this wailing of women? Ione. Calenus, — LYDIA 41 Calenus. Touch Me not ; there is a sudden sacredness about ; They bring it toward us ; let us stand apart. Enter Servants with Lydia upon a bier, followed by others. Calenus. Come, place your burden here. Old Woman. Oh, mighty lord, We found her near the base of the inner wall, She lost her footing, or — and though she's scarred — Calenus, to Ione. Thou hast done this ! — Away with her ! Her death Upon the instant. Ione is seized, mid is led out. Calenus. Leave me to myself, withdraw a moment. [Exeunt Servants. Calenus draws near the bier, and lifts the cover from the face of Lydia. Calenus. I never knew the dead possessed such charm. Terrible when we kill what we most love! Terrible when we laugh at our own woe ! LYDIA 43 Calenus covers her face, th.cn advances a step. He stops as the notes of the harp come from within, and some- one sings. He bows his head, and listens. Song. And he will crown her with a wreath of flowers. And in her hair will nestle precious gems; And she upon his breast. The rays of the sun begin to enter, falling across the bier. Calenus approaches the bier and again raises the cover from Lydia's face. Standing motionless he gazes upon her. Calenus. Lydia, Lydia, — slow curtain. DOES IT COST YOU- TFMF t0 read throu g h the daily and weekly news- 1 11 TIL* papers, the magazines, and reviews, and the special journals that constantly clamor for attention? Can you find time to read enough of them to keep posted even on the important topics of human interest at home and abroad? Does the time demanded by so many periodicals leave you time enough for books? 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