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"Cckmacbus" 
 
 A MODERN MIRACLE-PLAY 
 
 IN 
 
 TWO PARTS. 
 
 JOHN D. McCarthy, s. j 
 
 COPYRIGHT. 1910, BY 
 
 The College of St. Francis Xavier 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
east of gbaracters 
 
 PART 1. 
 
 Theodosius. the Emperor 
 
 Archbishop AiMr.Ko.si-: 
 
 Telemachus 
 
 ruffinus 
 
 Glabrio 
 
 Stilicho 
 
 Paitj.us 
 
 Priests, Soldiers, Citizens. 
 
 PART IT. 
 
 honoriu.s . . 
 Prudentius . 
 Telemachus 
 Glabrio . . . 
 Marcus . . . 
 Titus 
 
 LiCINlUS . . . 
 
 Caius 
 
 Carbilio . , , 
 
 TiGELLINUS . 
 
 Abrogastes . 
 
 BOTO 
 
 Galatus . . . 
 
 Stephanus . 
 
 Officers, Soldiers, Gladiators. Citizens. 
 
 Synopsis of Scenes 
 
 PART 1. 
 
 A .Street in front of the Basilica of Milan. 
 
 PART. II. 
 
 A'c^j. 
 
 Scene I. Outside a wiiTe shop in Rome. 
 
 .Scene IT. A mountain in Asia. 
 
 Act it. 
 Scene 1. The Appian Way, Rome. 
 Scene 11. The Gladiators' quarters in the Coliseum. 
 
 i^.'D 2220B 
 
Telemachus. 
 
 A Modern Miracle-Play in Two Parts. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 Act I. 
 
 Scene I. 
 
 .-/ street ill Milan. At lo'icer left, a eluirch witli 
 practical doors. IT hen the curtain rises, the stage is 
 crozvded zcith people moving about and talking. At 
 intervals other citi.':;cns cross the stage; sotne are en- 
 tering, others coming out of cJiurch. At C, Glabrio 
 and Old Man. 
 
 RicHT 1st C. — They were all freed yesterday. 
 
 Left 1st C. — i'>ut I heard that Theodosius sent a sec- 
 ond order. 
 
 Right 2d C. — Yes ; I saw them on the streets. 
 
 Left 2d C. — What, countermanding the first? 
 
 Right 3d C. — Poor fellows! I wonder will they come 
 here? 
 
 Left 3d C. — Yes. but it did not arrive in time. 
 
 Glabrio (C). — What, grandfather, art thou only a 
 stranger in Milan, and hast not known the things that 
 have been done here in these days ? 
 
 Old Man. — I leave the house only to come to Mass. 
 I hear no news. 
 
 Rk^ht 1st C. — One of them, by name Telemachus. 
 was ver_\- s])irite(l in his reply to Theodosius. 
 
Left 3d C. — Their punishment was too severe ! 
 
 Old Man. — But I saw the streets were thronged. 
 
 Right 2d C. — So I heard. 
 
 Old Man. — I wondered why, for 
 
 Right 3d C. — Oh, but he was greatly wronged ! 
 
 Old Man. — They all seemed coming to the church. 
 
 Glabrio. — Right you are. Grandfather 
 
 Left 3d C. — A veritable slaughter. 
 
 Gl.\brio. — Right you are ! Ah. I would not miss it 
 for a jug of the best Tuscan vintage. 
 
 Old Man. — But tell me, I pray 
 
 Glabrio. — Oh, I never had the habit of keeping si- 
 lence, for 
 
 Right 1st C. — I hear, moreover, that this young 
 Tel 
 
 Left 3d C. — Theodosius should never have done so 
 without 
 
 Right L". 1st C. — I heard differently. 
 
 Right U. 2d C. — And I tell you, man, that Archbishop 
 Ambrose is to say the Mass. 
 
 Glabrio. — Oh ! Keep quiet ! You woodcocks, you dis- 
 turb my flow of thought. (All the cifirjois look at Gla- 
 brio, laugh and continue talking, but in a lozv tone) — ■ 
 for, as philosophers say, a cat should be a hunter, but a 
 man a talker. However, since I was ahvays too ab- 
 stemious in eating and drinking, I have short breath now. 
 Still, as T have already received the crown of martyrdom, 
 it would ill become me to refuse this act of charity. 
 Therefore attend! I shall begin ab. ovo: 
 
 liotheric, the Roman Governor of Thessalonica, im- 
 prisoned a favorite charioteer of the people. They rose 
 in rebellion, surprised the garrison and slew Botheric 
 and several of the soldiers. The emperor, Theodosius, 
 ordered the Barbarian regiment in Blyria to put the of- 
 fenders to the sword, — and they did it in true barbaric 
 fashion, slaughtering between fifteen and twenty thou- 
 
s;in'!, iniiDCcnt and <;uilt\', men, women and children, be- 
 sides bringing- to Milan a numerous captive train. Theo- 
 (losius, re])enting- bis haste and severit\-. freed tlie ca]i- 
 tives, and is coming to the church to seek ])ard()n for his 
 crime. Archbishop Ambrose, who is horrified at the 
 massacre, is expected to say — well — ah ! — a few words 
 which, while they mav not be extremely ilattering', will, 
 you may be sure, be very much to the point. Ergo, the 
 crowd! There you have it all. Cirandfather, in a nut- 
 shell. Tacitus himself could not have done it better. 
 
 Old Max. — That is indeed sad, very sad ! Many of the 
 |)eo]ile of Thessalonica were good Christians — good 
 Christians, that 1 know. 1 am not sur])rised to hear that 
 tlie Archbishop is oiTfended. It is very sad — verv sad! 
 l!ut whom have 1 to thank for this narrative? 
 
 (ir.Ai'.Kio. — Julius r.ucius (dabrio! Christian! Horn at 
 Milan, anno Domini 348. Baptized at fifteen. Enlisted 
 under Theodosius v372 — first campaign, Africa. I'lains of 
 ( letulia, against that son of a pagan, Eirmus the Moor ! 
 Last fight, against Maximus, at Aquileia. See that eye? 
 Martyred for the faith hx the Arians of Constantinople 
 in 78. 
 
 Li'M'T 1st C. — Look! Here comes another. {C'r(>sscs to 
 Riiilit Upper. ) 
 
 Left Id C. — Yes, I think that is }oung Telemachus ! 
 Glabrio ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Tell you all about it some other time. 
 Grandfather ; I think 
 
 Right Upper 2d C. — Glabrio ! 
 
 (jLAP>ri(X — Well, what's the trouble now? — the Em- 
 peror coming? (Crosses up.) 
 
 Right Copper 1st C. — No! One of the captives! Te- 
 lemachus I think they call him. 
 
 Right Upper 2d C. — He seems not to rejoice much in 
 his freedom. 
 
 Glabrio. — No ! A man of sorrow's ! Stand aside, vou 
 
good-for-nothings ! I shall accost him for I have a most 
 sweet voice to soothe and gentle manners to console. 
 
 { liuicr Tclcimtclius. Ri^lit Uf>/^cr.) 
 
 God ])e with you, stranger! 
 
 Tklemachus. — Thank you. {Bail's to Glabrio. then 
 crosses to Left Lower.) 
 
 (Il.mjrk). — Come, come, my son! lie cheerful! Let 
 not melancholy devour you! 'Tis dangerous, for when 
 it leaves the liver, its prtjper seat, it strikes the head, 
 and ma\' soon come to destroy a man's reason. 
 
 Telemachus. — Thank you ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Resides, "tis flying in the face of Provi- 
 dence to he sad — so young and lusty — just set free by 
 our most Christian Emperor, with 
 
 Ti:!J-;.\rACHUS. — Our most Christian Emperor? [Sar- 
 casticaUy.) 
 
 (iLAr.RTo. — Yes, our most Christian Emperor. ( )nc 
 would think the words left a bad taste in vour month. 
 
 Tin.K.M.vcHUS. — And so thfy do! ^lost Christian Em- 
 peror ! Rah ! 
 
 (iL.vBRio. — Are you nut a Christian? 
 
 Telemachus. — Am I a Christian? I must ask myself. 
 1 was a Christian, hoped to die a Christian, but now I 
 am a man, alas! whose 
 
 (h.AP.Rio. — I know your trouble and I know its cure! 
 ^'ou need some wine — some good old Tuscan wire! If 
 \()U were a Hun or a (ioth, it would be diiTerent, for such 
 blood when mixed with wine boils : and transforms the 
 man into a sort of devil ; if Jewish or Roetian, being tor- 
 pid and heavy, it will sink: onlv with the blood of a 
 Roman does it becomes livel\- and form excellent lif|Uor, 
 which gives hope and faith, manhood and daring to the 
 body. Therefore, keep an eye on me, and just as so(in as 
 the Archbishop's reception of Theodosins 
 
Tklkmachlts — The Archl)isliop's reception of Theo- 
 dosius ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Ves ! Do you suppose that I would be stand- 
 inj^- al)out here with a throat as dry as a hme-kihi 
 
 Tele.macuus. — Do you mean to say that Arclihisho], 
 Ambrose is to receive the Emperor? 
 
 Glabrio. — Theodosius. repenting- of his severity to- 
 wards you and }our people, is coming- to venerate the 
 relics of the martyrs and to seek pardon for 
 
 Tklkmaciius. — ( )h, the shame, the shame, the hy- 
 ])ocrisy of it all! A Christian lunperor, without observ- 
 ing even the mockery of a judicial inquiry as to who were 
 the guiltx parties — who decoys with a lie a Christian 
 people into the Amphitheater under the i)retense of hold- 
 ing games, and then. — oh ! kiss (^f Judas — then to turn 
 loose upon us a horde of Barbarian devils, whose undis- 
 tinguishing and unpitying sword never faltered till the 
 ver}' heavens steamed with the blood of thousands, is 
 coming to venerate the relics of the ]\Iartyrs ! Just think 
 of it! Ilerod, wh(\ to make sure of killing Christ, slew 
 some forty or fifty infants, is held up by the Church as 
 the type of all that is anti-Christian in a king! But this 
 man, — this Christian I{m])eror, — this TTerod with a <levil ! 
 — who, to ])unish some few fanatics, massacres nearly 
 twent\- thousand of his subjects, is to he received b\- the 
 Arclibisho]) when he comes to venerate the relics of tlic 
 Alartvrs! ( )h. mockery of all that I held to be sacred — 
 a damnable mockery ! I had some doubts till now I But 
 now the last threads that bound me have been snapped! 
 There is no Christ ! There is no Church ! There is no 
 religion ! Nought but mockery and hy])ocrisy — because 
 there is no Christian justice, no Christian charity, no 
 Christian piety, no Christian fortitude! Xought but 
 mockery and hypocrisy ! 
 
 All Cits. — Fear God. man! Fear God! 
 
 Glabrio. — Woa. woa ! But he is hot! .*^ee here, mv 
 
son! Thoui^h you lia\-e caui^lit the (Ie\il l)v the tail. I 
 fear that he has you l)y the head, and has j^iven it a twist, 
 for yon conchide liadly. You forget tliat there are reeep- 
 lions and receptions. AnilM'ose gave me one, and if Theo- 
 dosius gets the same, he'll not perspire much in running 
 for a second I You've overlooked the manner 
 
 Telemachus. — I've not overlooked anything! I un- 
 derstand it all. This reception is hut another mockery — 
 all arranged for the edification of such fools as I was, 
 and as these people still are! I know the nature of this 
 reception ! 
 
 Glaisrio. — Well. 1 don't! I'.ut 1 know Amhrose ! 
 Therefore 1 stay here — though mv tongue is as withered 
 as a sun-dried plum — for, heing born of woman, I have, 
 as a conse(|uence, a craving of curiositv as to this recep- 
 tion, which, for the moment, dominates the more manly 
 appetite inherited from my father. 
 
 Telemachus. — If some poor man, in a moment of pas- 
 sion, had committed murder, he would stand in ])eniten- 
 tial garb for two years outside the door of xonder 
 church, begging prayers of the faithful. lUit this man is 
 hjiiperor — our most Christian Emperor! — therefore Am- 
 brose will not even dare to hint 
 
 CiTizi:\s. — Hold up! Hold up! Don't use that phrase! 
 You know notliing of our Archbishop! 
 
 Is'i' liT. — Ambrose not dare! Why, man, 'twas just on 
 account of his daring that he was made Governor of 
 these provinces during the Arian troubles ! 
 
 2n CiT. — 'Twas just ()n account of his daring that the 
 peoijle chose him for Archbishop when he was merely 
 a catechumen ! 
 
 Gi-Ahrio. — Ambrose not dare! See that e\ e ? He 
 dared to tell me. Julius Lucius Glabrio, that I never did 
 receive the crown of martyrdom, hut that I lost that eve 
 in a drunken broil! .\mbrose not dare? He'd dare the 
 devil ! 
 
Trlkmaciuts. — Then let Iiini dare be just! Will Am- 
 brose, think y(Hi, dare refuse him absolution until his pen- 
 itential deeds i^ixe ])r(i()f of his eontrition? Will Am- 
 brose, standing at llie door of that ehnreh, in the name 
 of that Christ, Who never spoke a harsh word except to 
 I'harisaical hy])ocrites, dare to tell this Roman Emperor 
 that, [{mperor though he be, he can never set foot within 
 the Church until he gives to the scandalized children of 
 Christ better evidence than the word of a murderer of 
 his repentance? Will Archbishop Ambrose dare do that? 
 
 (ir.AiiRio. — ( )h. no! I know that daring! . . . ()h, no! 
 ^'our true daring has judgment and discretion. Am- 
 brose will l)ring him up roundly — roundly — my son. but 
 with judgment and discretion. 
 
 Ti:i.i:.M.\(iiL's. — With judgment and discretion! Cireat 
 discretion ! 
 
 (ihABKio. — What, turn the Emperor from the door of 
 the church, as if he were the pest or the jjlag'ue ! Oh. 
 no! r)esides, was not the church founded for sinners? 
 
 Ti-:lem.\chus. — For imperial siiuiers, especiallv. 
 
 (iLABRio. — Then, ag'ain. he might turn Arian ! 
 
 TKLK.xr.vcriu.s. — And Ambrose lose the roval stipend. 
 
 (ii.AiiKio. — ( )r he might apostatize — become another 
 Julian! Xow as ! have received one crown of martyr- 
 dom, I'm not at all anxious for another. 
 
 Tei^emachus. — C)h, have no fear! There'll be no per- 
 secution! .Ambrose will use judgment and discretion! 
 T/e'll admit his Imperial Majesty to the church. Afass 
 f)eing- said, he will rise in his Archiepiscopal dignity, and 
 to the edification of the simple, he will speak with ani- 
 mation of the heinousness of crime — but in the abstract, 
 .n the abstract! It would not show judgment or discre- 
 tion to descend to the concrete! Oh, what an insult to all 
 that 1 thought to be Christlike ! A royal hypocrite and a 
 mitred sycophant ! Come, give over shams I Eet us be 
 honest pagans ! Xo priest ever called Tiberius, Nero, 
 
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 Calii^ula or Doniitian to account for their misdeeds. Let 
 our priests show like patience with imperial sinners! The 
 temples of the gods were never closed to them while they 
 were alive: and in the Pantheon, at their death, a jilace 
 among- the gods was assigned to them. Let us show like 
 reverence to Theodosins. who seems, in very truth, to 
 have become a god, for he has undisputed and unchecked 
 dominion over life and death! ( I'urning to the people) 
 Come, Christian people, toss up your caps with glad huz- 
 zas, for our most Christian Emperor Theodosius has be- 
 come a god ! 
 
 (Starts oz'cr towards the ehiireh.) 
 
 (iLABRio. — Stick \our head in a bucket of water! 
 
 XuMBEK OF Cits. — He blasphemes! He blasphemes! 
 
 Others. — Stone him! Stone him! 
 
 Others. — Take him to Ambrose! Take him to Am- 
 brose ! 
 
 Tele.m.\chus. — ( )ut of ni}- way! ( )ut of my way! 
 
 ( )thers. — Stone him ! Stone him ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Back, you fools, back! The boy is crazed 
 with grief ! 
 
 (Cits, fall hack ta/kim:^. d'hibrio cciiies dai^'ii sta^:^e. 
 Tehvnaehiis crosses otcv and sits on steps of church.) 
 
 Glabrio. — I did not tell him that Ambrose and Theo- 
 dosius were fast friends, and yet I fear that friendship ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Oh, my martyred luother ! Wdiere are 
 those beautiful ideals of Christian virtue, which, from my 
 tender years, thy love i)laced. day by day, within the 
 temple of m\' soul? ( ione ! ( ione ! Gone! 
 
 (A bit^i^le blast is heard off Rii:.ht.) 
 
Kicii'i" I'l'PiiR Cits. — The Emperor! the I'jiiperor is 
 coming- 1 { .Iniiiiatcd action of Cits.) 
 
 (h.Ar.Kio. — 1 hope Ambrose does not feel his conra.ye 
 oozing ont as fast as I do my confidence! 
 
 SoLiUF.RS. — Make way for tlie lMn])eror ! .Make \va\- 
 there ! 
 
 {Soldiers enter Rii^ht Uf^pcr. The Cits, fall back to 
 Left Upper.) 
 
 Ti;i.i:.M.\eiirs. ^'es, make way for onr most Christian 
 I'jnperor! {Muz'cs to Left Upper.) Christianity's bur- 
 lesqne of Paganism begins ! 
 
 ( Theodosius enters throuy^h his soldiers, ,i,'(U\s" strais^ht 
 to the church. Js his foot touches the first step, the d 
 suddenlv opens and .Inihrose in Cope and Mitre, carry 
 ///,i,' his Crccier, appears: se:'eral Priests, etc.. acc( 
 pany him. With a i^esture of learniiii:; he says) : 
 
 oor 
 
 cconi- 
 
 A.Mi'.KosK. — Stop, Emperor ! 
 
 ( Theodosius. surprised, falls back to center of staii^e. 
 his soldiers aloui:^ the r/i^///. Back of him are Stilicho and 
 Rufinus. Se-i'cral of the cleri:;y appear and ran^^e thcm- 
 sel'i'cs about Andvose.) 
 
 ( Hoth soldiers and people slone surprise and e.vpecta- 
 tion. ) 
 
 Ambrose. — ^'ou know that 1 cherish the memory of 
 ohl friendsliin, and of the l^enefits I have received from 
 \()U. 1 was, therefore, naturally inclined to hold my 
 tongue, and to leave you to the promptings of your own 
 l)iet\- to efface this sin from the memory of your reign, 
 r.nt now, that yon have dared to c:ome hither. I can no 
 
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 longer keep silent, for to hold my tongue would be to 
 put a chain upon my conscience. 
 
 What has been done in Thessahjnica has no ])arallel 
 within human memory! Yet even now, that your anger 
 is appeased, your reason does not seem to have measured 
 the extent of your crime. No doubt your great power 
 blinds you. Your reason is darkened by your being free 
 to do as you please. But remember, that human nature, 
 \-ours as well as other men's, is frail and mortal; and 
 that all must return to the dust whence we came. Let 
 not, therefore, the glory of the purple you are clad in 
 deceive you as to the infirmity of the body it covers. The 
 men }ou rule are of the same nature as you. You and 
 the\- are subject to the same power. For us all there is 
 but one Emperor, He, Who is the Creator of all things! 
 
 With what eyes can you look upon the temple of our 
 common Master? With what steps will you dare to 
 tread the flood of His sanctuary? How will you dare to 
 lift to Him your blood-stained hands? How can such 
 hands touch the sacred body of Christ? How will you 
 carry His blood to those lips, by whose angry words has 
 been shed the blood of so many of the innocent? I dare 
 not ofifer the Holv Sacrifice if you are present! I would 
 not do it if the blood of only one innocent person had been 
 shed ! How can I do it now, when so many have been 
 slaughtered? Retire, august Emperor, lest entering you 
 add yet another sin to those you have already committed. 
 
 TiiKonosius. — My Lord Bishop. I think you are un- 
 necessarily severe! David, the man after (jod's own 
 heart, committed not only murder, but adultery, and 
 yet 
 
 Ambrose. — Since you have imitated David in his crime, 
 imitate him also in his repentance ! 
 
 RuFiNUS. — This is outrageous and must be stopped! 
 
 Ambrose. — Why should you be ashamed, oh. Emperor? 
 David was the author of that line from which our Saviour 
 
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 sprani;'. vet he did not hesitate to Immhle himself and 
 sav : "I have sinned l)efore the Lord!" 
 
 RuFiNUS. — Lord I5isliop, this hnniihatioii of the Em- 
 ])eror has "one far cnoiii^h ! 
 
 Ambrose (not rci:;arciiii!j; Ritfiiiits at all). — 1 have no 
 cause, Emperor, as you know, to be angry with you, but 
 great cause for fear ! Accept the bond the Sovereign 
 Lord imposes on you ! 
 
 Telemachus. — And I called that man a sycophant! 
 
 RuFiNUS. — Lord Bishop, the Emperor would enter! Lf 
 you have scruples 
 
 Ambrose. — What brings you here, Rufinus? What is 
 your shameless purpose ? Are you not one of those who 
 counselled the massacre? 
 
 Rufinus. — The Emperor must enter! Stand aside! 
 
 Ambrose. — Lll not stand aside! 
 
 Rufinus. — I tell you. Priest, you shall repent this 
 folly ! 
 
 Ambrose. — Xot for eternity ! 
 
 (Rufinus consults -a'itli StilicJio and officers.) . ^^ 
 
 (An animated consultation is .(.'"on;,^" on among the (^co- 
 pic) 
 
 A Priest. — jMv Lord, there are already in the city too 
 many Arians ! Why 
 
 Ambrose. — Art not ashamed ! 
 
 Priest. — Forgive me, my Lord, but I thought that dis- 
 cretion 
 
 Ambrose. — Discretion never sacrificed a truth ! 
 
 Rufinus. — Come, my Lord ; we'll find a priest to say 
 the Mass, so please retire. 
 
 ( The Citi::ens in jj^reat anxiety sho7'e forward one of 
 their number, and all drop on their knees extendiiiir their 
 hands toxcards Ambrose.) 
 
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 Citizen. — I entreat you, my Lord Bishop, in the name 
 
 of the people, who all fear another persecution 
 
 Ambrose. — Go, and be the first to die! 
 
 i E.vciaiiiatiois from Citizens as they rise.) 
 
 RuFiNUS. — In the name of Chief Minister of the Em- 
 pire, I bid you stand aside! 
 
 Stilicho. — In the name of General, backed by these 
 soldiers, I warn you stand aside ! 
 
 People. — Oh, yield, my Lord! Yield! Yield! 
 
 Telemachus {Rushing out from the people). — In the 
 name of Christ, Who spurned all hypocites, stand. Lord 
 Iiishop. stand your ground ! 
 
 (Riifiniis and Stilicho ciraz'.' their szcords and come 
 doicii ill front of soldiers. Telemachus runs up the 
 church steps to Ambrose.) 
 
 People. — Shame, shame! Oh, fly. Lord Bishop! Fly! 
 Telemachus. — We'll die together! 
 
 ( Si)ldiers dra:^' swords. ) 
 
 RuFiNUs. — Once more. Lord Bishop, stand aside! 
 
 Ami5RO.se. — Stand aside? If an angel were to come 
 from heaven and bid me stand aside I would anathema- 
 tize him! I will not stand aside! 
 
 Soldiers. — Out of the way! Out of the way! 
 
 {Led by Rufinus the soldiers start ton.<ard Ambrose. 
 The people crowd together at Upper Left as if trying to 
 run azcay but can not on account of the mob.) 
 
 People. — Shame ! Shame ! Flv, Ambrose, flv ! Shame ! 
 Fly! 
 
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 ( Theodositts sf^riiii^^s forward and stof^s Ru/iiius and 
 the soldiers z^'itJi a i^csfiirc, ,s-(7vn/A') '■ 
 
 Tiii-:i)()sius. — Hold! I submit! 
 
 ( Tclcmaclius falls at flic feet of Ambrose. The people 
 spread out ai^ain alotii^ Upper Left and Center, zvavino- 
 their arms and shoittim:;. The soldiers fall back to Lower 
 Rii^ht a'//// exclamations of dis:^itst. ) 
 
 People {after sliglit pause). — Huzza! Huzza I A 
 miracle! A miracle! Huzza! 
 
 RuFiNUS (to Stiliclio). — Who would have thought it? 
 
 Stilicho. — Ridiculous ! Ridiculous ! 
 
 Theodosius. — I entreat you, in the name of mercy and 
 of our Common Lord, not to shut against me that door 
 which is open to every sinner who repents. 
 
 Ambrose. — What are the signs of your repentance? 
 
 Theodosius. — It is your duty to point them out — 
 mine to accept them. 
 
 Ambrose. — God has ever blessed you. Emperor, yet 
 for that word I'm sure He'll doubly bless you. Yet you 
 ma\ not enter now ! Nor can I, amid all this passion and 
 excitement, decide your penance. Let us, therefore, in 
 ])eace and in all thanksgiving retire. To-morrow, please 
 (jod, you shall hear from me. 
 
 Theodosius. — As you say, my Lord. (To his follozv^ 
 ers ) : To the palace ! 
 
 (.Imbrosc motiojis to the people, who zvithdraw. He 
 hands his Crazier to one of the priests as they pass into 
 the church. The soldiers i^o out, Rii^ht Upper, then offi- 
 cers and Stilicho. Rntinus and Theodosius last.) 
 
 RuFiNus. — Well, my Lord, — your — ha! ha! — con- 
 duct was — ha ! ha ! — rather surprising — ha ! ha ! — to say 
 the least. 
 
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 Theodosius. — Oh. yon laugh. Ruhnus, but I could not 
 forg-et that the Lord has said: "Whatsoever thou shalt 
 bind upon earth shall be bound also in heaven !" 
 
 (Exeunt.) 
 
 Ambrose. — Stand up, my son ! Ah, you are one of the 
 captives ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Yes. my Lord. 
 
 Ambrose. — You are a brave boy. my son, very brave! 
 And I thank you for your encourag^ement, though I do 
 not think I should have failed ! 
 
 Telemachus. — I know, my Lord : I know now you 
 never would have failed. 
 
 Ambrose. — Yet why did you act so! Twas useless! 
 
 Telemachus. — Not useless, my Lord, I hope not use- 
 less ! I had denied Christ, and I — I 
 
 Ambrose. — And }ou thought thus to prove your re- 
 born faith? 
 
 Telemachus. — Yes, my Lord. Besides I hoped to 
 help you, for I thought — I did not think you would be so 
 brave, and I called you 
 
 Ambrose. — Ha! ha! I understand, my son; T under- 
 stand it all. You denied Christ because you thoug-ht 
 Christianity a farce since those who should be the ex- 
 emplars of all Christian virtues seemed destitute of all ; 
 and you upbraided me, thinking that I should com- 
 promise, should wink at royal folly. Is't not so? 
 
 Telemachus. — Yes, my Lord. 
 
 Ambrose. — Well, I forgive you ! and I think, more- 
 over, that your heroic act of faith has gained you Christ's 
 forgiveness. Come, come into the church and help me 
 to unvest. 
 
 (At the z^'ord "forgive" Teleniaehiis starts azi'av from 
 Ambrose.) 
 
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 TKLiiMACHUs. — No, iio, iiiv L(jr(l ; I catiiiot ! 
 
 A.MiiROSE. — You cannot ? 
 
 Telemachus. — I cannot, for I will not play the hypo- 
 crite ! In the excitement of the moment, with your brav- 
 ery before me, I forgot, but I have not forgiven, and 1 
 doubt if ever I can forgive, those who have so injured 
 me. Therefore I cannot enter. 
 
 Ambrose. — I see tliat 1 must lead two proud souls, in- 
 stead of one, to (iod. Come, my son. You have be- 
 wailed the lack of Christian charity in others — where is 
 your ])ractice of it? 
 
 Telemachus. — Urge me not, dear Bishop ! I cannot ! 
 'T won Id force me to deny my manhood ! 
 
 Ambrose. — Not thy Christian manhood! Never! Oh, 
 not thy Christian manhood ! 
 
 Telemachus. — T cannot argue, l^)ishop ! I can only 
 feel ! Forgive them ? I cannot ! I will not ! Lord 
 P.isho]), I will not! In every passing moment I seem 
 to live again that day, so bright with hopes at dawning, 
 so dark with sorrow and despair at evening. 
 
 ( Music and chanfiiii:; heard inside cJuivch.) 
 
 Al\- father was Centurion in the Roman army and died 
 fighting for this same Theodosius in his last war against 
 Maximus. I, with my mother and one sister of about 
 three years of age, lived in a modest, happy home in the 
 Illyrian hills outside of Thessalonica. 
 
 That morning, gay in holiday attire, we set out, in 
 company with some friends of ours, to see the games. xA 
 light-hearted, merry little band, we reached the city 
 where we heard investigations were in progress as to 
 the late rebellion which resulted in the death of Rotheric 
 and his officers. As it had been the work of a few dis- 
 contented, evil men, the people felt no uneasiness, though 
 
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 the\- saw the numerous barbarian soldiers, sullen and 
 silent in the streets. 
 
 You've seen the amphitheater, my Lord, before the 
 t;ames. The great white circle of untrodden sand ; the 
 ilags and banners flying in the morning breeze; the gayly 
 colored Valeria over the official stalls; the long" tiers of 
 hard, uncomfortable seats of polished stone, throng'ed 
 since earl\- morning with patient country folk, as eager 
 for the gossip of the town as for the games.- You've seen 
 the hearty recognition of old men wdio had not met be- 
 fore in \ears, and heard the contented, earnest chatting 
 of their wives. You've heard the merry banter of young 
 men and maidens, and seen the e\es that s])arkled in the 
 anticipated ]:)leasures of the tirst games in the circus. From 
 one quarter came the shrill laughter of a girl ; from 
 another, the call of a huckster, selling figs. Yonder a 
 child was crying. There a scarf was waved to greet a 
 distant friend. Down by the gates — pushing, laughter, ex- 
 postulations. Everywhere, excitement and merriment! 
 h\or in that vast assemblage there was not a fear, not 
 even in the guilty, for they w^ere firm in Roman, if not in 
 Christian, faith and justice. Xot a suspicion of the awful 
 tragedy to follow clouded the pleasures of the moment. 
 Joy was unconfined. 
 
 (Music still fain fly heard.) 
 
 I liad noticed that there were very manv soldiers, scat- 
 tered in groups throughout the crowd, and in the aisles 
 back of the topmost tiers, they stood, ranked in close 
 file, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Suddenly 
 the great door at the end of the arena was thrown open, 
 and a barbarian regiment in full armor marched out upon 
 the sand. Their strange features and peculiar dress, 
 their nervous, energetic march, their odd manoeuvres, 
 simple but perfect in execution, attracted all eyes and ex- 
 
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 cited much comnienl. Soon they were well within the 
 center of the arena, when, from reg-iilar marchin,^ order, 
 they stood, of a sudden, with drawn bows in a sort of hol- 
 low square. The astonishingly quick and perfect exe- 
 cution of the movement brought ft)rth instant, heart\" 
 applause, which had but scarcely begun when, at a trimi- 
 pet's blast, the soldiers raised the shout: "Vnv liotheric! 
 I*"or P.otheric !' and let Hy a shower of arrows at the as- 
 tounded still applauding" crowds. 
 
 Have you ever been startled, my Lord, suddenly 
 frightened? Can you recall how all your faculties were, 
 just for an instant, paralyzed — with a half-drawn breath 
 stifled on the lips, and then a great collapse of quivering 
 muscles and throbbing veins? Well, my Lord, that great 
 mass of human beings — that over twenty thousand men, 
 women and children, seemed, for one brief terrible sec- 
 ond, transformed, as it were, into one huge, gigantic ani- 
 mal, acting under the one, single, sudden impulse of as- 
 tounding fear. The instant, simultaneous stifling of the 
 breath made an appalling silence that could be heard and 
 felt. Then, with another single impulse, it stirred, quiv- 
 ered, heaved like a wave of the swollen sea, and rose up- 
 ward with a roar that thundered in the dome of the sky. 
 Groans, shrieks, prayers, despairing laughter, impreca- 
 tions, curses were mingled with the soldiers' battle-cry : 
 "I'"or Botheric ! For Rotheric !" Oh, God, that mo- 
 ment's scene is burned upon my soul, but only the Re- 
 cording Angel, in the language of heaven with imagery 
 borrowed from hell, can describe it ! All the horrors of 
 war of which I have heard or read were mercy to that 
 new havoc. I saw a brutal soldier grasp a baby by its 
 tender little foot, tear it from its mother's breast and 
 fling it, with a shout, into the arena where another fury 
 caught it on his spear ! An incessant storm of arrows 
 flew from below. The soldiers in the rear — goaded on 
 by devils — hewed, slashed and thrust without regard to 
 
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 sex or age, respect of rank or sacredness of function. 
 I looked to my mother. She bent above my sister who 
 lay dead — a huge gash upon her temple. As I reached 
 my arms to her an arrow pierced her throat — the blood 
 spurting in my face as she fell upon my breast. What 
 followed 1 know not. for, enveloped in a whirlwind of 
 dead and dying that came tumbling down from the tiers 
 above me, I was carried back, my mother in my arms, 
 and striking my head, rolled unconscious between the 
 seats, buried and protected by the dead. 
 
 Ambrose. — My God, can such things be ! 
 
 TF.r.E^rAcHUS. — I have little recollection of how I fell 
 into captivity. For days I walked and talked as in a 
 dream. Yet even now, sometimes, when half asleep, I 
 seem to wake beneath a pile of dead, and crawling, wrig- 
 gling over stifif, distorted lim])s, to burrow to the top. 
 'Tis night. The moon is full, but half way down the sky. 
 I sit down beside a corpse and laugh, and laugh. 
 
 Ambrose. — Oh, my poor boy! 
 
 Telemachus. — For out in the arena is a fire, and 
 round it — in and out through the long, flickering shad- 
 ows, is a crowd of drunken soldiers, rioting. 
 
 Ambrose. — Oh, horrors ! 
 
 Telemachus. — I seem to think it is the games, and T 
 laugh right heartily at their antics. 1 wonder why all the 
 applause are groans, or prayers, or cries for "Water ! 
 Water!" I turn to question my companion. His face 
 is in the shadow, but just then the moon emerges from a 
 cloud, and the cold light falls upon the grinning features 
 of a corpse with open, ghastly eyes. For an instant T 
 seem to comprehend it all. and rise to shout in horror — 
 but the shout turns into a laugh — and then — a blank. 
 
 Ambrose. — Oh, how you have sufifered, my poor boy! 
 How you have suffered ! 
 
 TEEEMACHUS.--That circus is, for all I know, the one 
 unthinkable tomb of all those slaughtered thousands. 
 
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 And you ask nic to forgive the hands that built it? St. 
 Taul. in his epistle to our ancestors, says: "\c are our 
 glory and our joy!" Their descendants, by order of a 
 Christian Emperor, were massacred in a most damnably 
 barbaric fashion ! And you ask me to forgive the men 
 who did it? Whose joy and glory are they now? Were 
 1 lo ask the sun and say: "Tell me, () Sun, your eye 
 has viewed that scene to-day, whose joy and glory are 
 they now?"" 1 le"d answer: "Mine and the Vultures!" 
 Sui)pose I ask the moon : "Tell me. O Moon, whose 
 joy and glor_\ are they now?" 'Twould answer, my 
 Lord: "The dogs! The dogs!" And you ask me to 
 forgive ! Forgive ! Gootl God, Bishop, my mother and 
 my sister 
 
 Ambrose. — Oh, hush — hush ! For God's sake, hush, 
 my boy ! You tempt me to side with you ! We can but 
 ])ra\- ! Xaught but the Almighty (irace of God can help 
 us now ! Down on your knees ! 
 
 "( )ur Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy 
 name : Tin- kingdom come ; Thy will be done on earth as 
 it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and 
 forgive us our trespasses 
 
 {Ambrose pcniscs. TeleinacJnts acts as if about to 
 sf^cak, but docs not.) 
 
 — and forgive us our trespasses (same action) 
 — and forgive us our trespasses. {Pauses.) 
 
 Telemachus. — As we forgive those {breaks dozen 
 
 sobhin^^ and falls at the feet of Ambrose. A burst of tri- 
 umpJml music heard from leitJiin church. "Te Deuin," 
 or "Gh^ria." ) 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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 PART II. 
 
 x\CT I. 
 
 Scene 1. 
 
 A o^ardcn outside a iciiie slu)[> in Rome. A table Lozver 
 
 Left, -c^'ith t-ico chairs; another Loieer Rii:;ht. four chairs. 
 At table Lo7cer Left, Titus and Licinins. 
 
 Titus. — My advice, Licinins. is to take out a new com- 
 mission under Stilicho. He is the greatest man in either 
 East or West to-day — conqueror of the Gothic King, 
 Alaric, at Polentia ; father-in-law of the Emperor, 
 Honorius, who. in honor of that victory, is to give the 
 most gorgeous games the people have seen in centuries. 
 Have you seen the bill ? 
 
 ( Takes some tablets from his tunic and hands them to 
 Liciiiiits.) 
 
 LiciNius. — No! {Takes the tablets.) Hello! This is 
 news ! Gladiatorial combats ? Is not that rather a — a 
 serious amusement for Christian Rome? 
 
 Titus. — Well, yes, somewhat. But come, see for your- 
 self! We start to-night. 
 
 LiciNius. — Why, Titus, I have just set foot in Rome. 
 After so many years of work in Africa, I crave a few 
 pleasures. 
 
 Titus. — I promise you pleasure enough ! Come, at 
 least as far as Constantinople. State affairs may lan- 
 guish there ; enjoyment never. 
 
 LiciNius. — You start to-night? 
 
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 Titus. — Yes. overland to liniiidisium. where 1 lono- 
 rius has ])lace(l a s])leii(h(l i^ahex' at mir (hsjjosah 
 
 LiciNius. — Ha — hill ! 
 
 Titus. — ^'ou had better eoiiie. \\'e have a jolly set. 
 Von nuist remember Carpilio 
 
 LiciNius. — What, Marcus Aetius? Oh, yes! I passed 
 him and Cains down by the Capitol. Evidently out for 
 sjxirt, they were arm in arm with some hui^e "hill of 
 rtesh," who seemed the jolliest of the party. 
 
 Titus. — Ha! ha! ( )ld (ilabrio! Xot only the jolliest of 
 the ]:)arty, but in all Rome. They're trying- to induce him 
 to join us. Xo, \on don't know him. I ran across him 
 in Milan. He was in the army at the time — iighting 
 against Eugenius. 
 
 LiciNius. — But, Titus, it's a shame to ask an old man 
 like that to drag- such an amount of flesh over the moun- 
 tains of Asia, nierel}- to hunt wild animals for the circus! 
 
 Gl.\brio {outside). — Oh, no! Ha! ha! 
 
 TiTUS. — There they come now. 
 
 {Enters Glabrio anii-in-ann 7<'ith Cains ami Carpilio.) 
 
 (ii.AisKio. — ( )li, I was very beautiful when a boy, as 
 must still be very evident to you! P.ut where is that 
 scoimdrel. Titus? Hei ! Look at him! 
 
 (Titus, Caius, Carpilio rush to embrace liini.) 
 
 Titus, Carpilio, Caius. — Then you're coming! You're 
 coming" ! 
 
 Cii.ABRio. — Go 'way! Don't hug" me! Eve had enough! 
 
 Titus. — Hug- you, indeed! 
 
 Glabrio {ealliiio- for the waiter).— Ueve. you young- 
 son of a Pagan! Bring some wine! {Sits at tabh\ Rii^Jit.) 
 
 Cwui^. — \\\\\\ Titus, I can't understand him! He con- 
 stantly refused to come, even when we gave him a most 
 
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 glowing account of our larder, told him of the easy jour- 
 ney, imperial wines and heavy purses^though he 
 seemed to hesitate, he positively refused to come ! I 
 l;a 1 given up all hope. What changed your mind? 
 
 Glabrio. — Changed my mind? I never change my 
 mind ! I may have been undecided, but when I heard 
 about the wines and so forth, I said at once: "Old 
 Glabrio, at your age you might better go out on the farm 
 and help the young Emperor to feed his chickens, but 
 charity demands you to sacrifice the comfort of old age 
 for the welfare of these young lads ! They need a staid 
 and steady head !" 
 
 Titus. — And the galley needs ballast ! 
 
 Caius. — Of course you care nothing for wine! Let 
 me refill your glass ! 
 
 Carpilio. — No ! He drinks to merely remove it from 
 sight, lest by abundance we be tempted to excess ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Aha ! Such wit, such wit ! I hope you take 
 it not aboard ! We should be shipwrecked — "tis so 
 heavy. 
 
 Titus. — Come, come ! Don't be angry ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Angry? I'm not angry! I'm only sad be- 
 cause of your ingratitude, but wait — wait until we are 
 hunting wild animals ! Then you'll thank God that a 
 man of experience 
 
 Caius. — What? Have you experience in hunting? 
 
 Glabrio. — Have I experience in hunting? Why, lad, 
 long before it entered into the head of any stork to bring 
 you to your papa and mamma I was a famous hunter! 
 See that eye? I lost that hunting bears. 
 
 (A loud laiio^h greets this statenieiit, and Glabrio, in 
 confusion, tries to change the coni'ersation by anxiously 
 pointing to Licinius, and asking) : 
 
 Glabrio. — But — who— who — who is that? 
 Titus. — Oh, I beg your pardon, Licinius ! I was so 
 pleased to hear of the old man's coming I forgot ! This 
 
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 is Licinius, of the family of the h'al)ii. just returned from 
 Africa. 
 
 (Ilaurk). — Cilacl to meet you! Sit down! Al)- name is 
 ( llabrio — Julius Lucius (ilabrio. So you've been fio-htinj:;- 
 that Moorish tyrant ( iildo ! Fought my first campaign 
 against his brother. iMrmus — 1 Mains of (ietulia. There 
 was fighting! Mave some wine! 
 
 Licinius. — Thanks! I also am pleased to meet you — 
 a soldier, who not only has borne the brunt of many bat- 
 tles, but has, as I have now learned, suffered somewhat 
 for the faith! 
 
 Glabrio. — Suffered somewhat for the faith? Lve suf- 
 fered more and risked more for the faith than any man 
 in the empire! That affair of the Arians was nothing! 
 You remember the time — about thirteen years ago — 
 when Archbishop Ambrose stopped the Emperor, Theo- 
 dosius, from entering the church at Milan? 
 
 Titus, Caius. — Yes. yes. 
 
 Carpilio, Lucinius. — Lve heard of it. 
 
 Glabrio. — Well, wdien Ambrose told Theodosius that 
 he couldn't enter, Rufinus became excited — he was try- 
 ing to marry his daughter to one of the Emperor's boys, 
 Arcadius or Honorius, he didn't care which, so it was 
 necessary for him to show excitement. Then he roused 
 Stilicho and the soldiers. The people, seeing this 
 and fearing for Ambrose, were shouting : "Yield ! 
 Yield !" The Archbishop became excited, and swore 
 that if an angel came down from heaven he would an- 
 athematize him, and therefore the Emperor could not 
 enter ! I was excited, and as the soldiers drew their 
 swords and made for Ambrose, I realized that it was in- 
 cumbent on me as a martyr to protect the Archbishop 
 even at the risk of my life ! So spreading my arms out 
 this way, in order to grasp as many of the swords as 
 possible, I rushed 
 
 Caius. — Ha ! ha ! I can see you ! 
 
 Carpilio — Ha ! ha ! 'Tis so like you ! 
 
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 LiciNius. — Is it possible? 
 
 Titus. — Well, really, now that I think of it, I do be- 
 lieve 1 heard something about somebody rushing up to 
 protect the Archbishop. Honestly, Glabrio, was it you? 
 
 Gl.\brio. — Did I ever boast of it? In all the years that 
 vou have known me, Titus, did you ever hear me even 
 mention it ? The deed was notorious, done before the 
 whole city, therefore I said : "(glabrio, modesty puts a 
 seal upon vour lips! Keep silent! ( )thers know thy 
 valor — let them speak!" But envy, rank pagan envy, 
 has consigned me and my deeds to oblivion ! 
 
 C.MUS. — 'Tis marvelous ! I would not have believed it ! 
 
 Titus. — And he never mentioned it ! Congratulations, 
 Glabrio ! 
 
 LktiXIUS. — And mine! I love to see the rarest of 
 rare combinations, a truly brave and truly modest sol- 
 dier ! 
 
 Titus. — But how was it you escaped instant death ! 
 
 Gl.\i?rio. — ()h, there's another story, of whose ending 
 jealousy has made me sad! I noticed that all during the 
 speech of Ambrose Theodosius was watching me with 
 ill-concealed admiration, but when he saw my display 
 of courage, he said, as he told me afterwards in a private 
 audience : "That brave soldier's life must be s|)ared. 
 even if I'm obliged to humble the Imi)erial ])urple ; the 
 Empire, in these degenerate days has, alas ! too few of 
 such!" So as I rushed forward, he sprang in between 
 me and the soldiers, shouting: "Hold, hold I Spare his 
 life ! I submit !" 
 
 LiciNius. — Wonderful ! And you say he never men- 
 tioned it ! 
 
 Caius. — Wonderful ! Wonderful ! 
 
 Carpilio. — 'Tis strange that no promotion — 
 
 Glabrio. — There, lad. there! You've put your finger 
 on the sore spot of that affair ! Theodosius was going 
 to make me a general 
 
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 All. — General ? 
 
 ( iLARRlo. — Yes. hut llic jcalous wa.^s^eil their heads, 
 and the tong'ues of the envious slandered nic, savint^-; 
 "He is addicted to strong drink!" 
 
 Titus. — Well, 1 should say, from what I know of you, 
 that there was at least a foundation for the slander. 
 
 Glabrio. — As there is to most every slander ! Yes, 
 there was a foundation. I do sometimes take a little 
 wine ! But ahvays for my stomach's sake, always for my 
 stomach's sake ! It happened this way : We were in 
 Africa — Plain of Cietnlia — and the rations fell short. 
 ( )ne day. in sheer desperation, 1 ate a mouldy hiscuit. 
 That biscuit, lads, stayed on my stomach for three years ! 
 Of course my health was ruined, and I have since been 
 obliged to take stimulants. However, lads, my charity 
 is so universal that 1 forgive even those people. 
 
 Titus. — Why don't you tell this story to Prudentius? 
 
 Glabrio. — Prudentius? Who is he? 
 
 Caius. — Why he's the famous poet. 
 
 Glabrio. — Ah ! Your idea is not bad ! If ever I re- 
 turn from this expedition which charity imposes upon me, 
 I will give him matter for a magnificent epic. Til tell 
 him the story of my life. Now for some wine, Licinius? 
 
 LiciNius. — No, no! 1 nnist be going! I accept the 
 olifer of Titus and will be with you, at least as far as 
 Constantinople. 
 
 Caius. — Glad to hear it ! 
 
 Titus. — And so am I. You'll be with us all the way! 
 Affairs in the East will never satisfy you. 
 
 Glabrio. — Woe's me ! Here is another that I must 
 keep in the straight and narrow path ! 
 
 Licinius. — Pll try not to give you much trouble. But 
 I must hurrv ! I have some things to pack. Will you 
 come, Titus ? 
 
 Jixus. — Yes! Where shall we meet yon, Glabrio? 
 
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 Glabrio. — Here, here by the fountain of perennial 
 youth. 
 
 (E.vctint others laiii^liiiii:^.) 
 
 — Boy! A fine set of lads, and a merry! — Boy! Set 
 the fountain playing ! 
 
 I>o^\ — The — the fountain ? 
 
 Glabrio. — Aha ! Thy wit is not fit to grease sandals ! 
 Some wine! Some wine! (Exit box.) He should be a 
 hewer of wood and not a drawer of wine ! Wine is made 
 oetter by wit, but if it sees not a sparkle of humor in the 
 eye of the tapster, "tis apt to become like him, dull, flat, 
 and unprofitable! (Enters boy.) Pour out, boy; pour 
 out! (Drinks.) Ah; a godly drink! You did not look 
 at it long? 
 
 Boy. — No, sir. 
 
 Glabrio. — That was proper. Here! (Takes out purse.) 
 Are you saving up quadrantes to go to the games? 
 
 Boy. — No, sir. 
 
 Glabrio. — Then begin. Here's something by way of 
 a start. {Gives coin.) 
 
 Boy. — But they are to have gladiatorial combats? 
 
 Glabrio. — The first in many a day ! Ha ! ha ! Rare 
 sport ! Rare sport ! 
 
 {Starts to drink.) 
 
 Boy. — My mother says it is wrong, and that 1 should 
 not go to see men violate the law of God. 
 
 Glabrio. — Eh? (Replaces tJie i^lass slozcly upon the 
 table, looks at the boy, and acts as though the remark 
 had aroused sad recollections. Suddenly his manner 
 chani:;es to one of zrxation.) G-Ciet — get out! Get out! 
 ( Grasps the bottle and pours out another glass. Exit boy. 
 Glabrio starts to drink, replaces glass, sighs, rises slozcly 
 and, sad and dejected, zcalks Left.) 
 
 GURTAIN. 
 
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 Scene J. 
 . I iiiniiittdir. ill . Isid. 
 
 TiTL's. — IMh'wI a hard clinil). that! 
 
 L'akimi.io. — Ves, indeed! ( ilahi-id must l)c exhausted. 
 Look! 
 
 Caius. — That's a shauie. Titus! Tliere ! lie almost 
 fell ! 
 
 (Liciiiiiis jiiiiips doicii.) 
 
 Titus. — Better leave him alone. He'll not thank you. 
 
 LiciNius. — I don't care. {Calls back.) 
 
 Caius. — You should not have allowed him to come, 
 Titus ! 
 
 Titus. — Well, he insistetl on visiting the hospice, yet 
 would not use the litter I had improvised — those Turks 
 could have carried him safely enough, at least most of 
 the way. What else could I have done? 
 
 Carpilio. — He'll certainly blame us; and vigorously, 
 too. 
 
 ( ii.Ar.Kio. — ( io 'wa\' ! ( lO 'wa\" ! 
 
 Titus. — Licinius has received his welcome. I knew it ! 
 
 Caius. — Here, give me your hand! {Rcachiii<^ oi'cr.) 
 
 (iLAiiRio. — Never! Never! {Ccynics up. i^^aspiiii:; for 
 breath. i:;lares at all. sits down flat on stas^e, back a^^ainst 
 a rock. ) 
 
 Titus. — Just wait till he gets his breath ! 
 
 ( Glabrio takes his Hask. shakes it near his ear. It is 
 eni/^ty. He places it leith a si<:;li by his side.) 
 
 Carpilio. — Have you any wine left, Licinius? 
 Licinius. — Yes. (Goes to ij^ii'c it to Glabrio.) 
 Titus. — No, wait ! Wait till the storm is over ! 
 Glabrio. — Kind Heaven ! Thou dost punish me for 
 associating with gadabouts instead of with sensible men ! 
 
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 Titus {drawiiii^ a long brcatli). — Phew! My! This 
 mountain air is as hracing as wine ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Oh ! What hlasphemy ! ( )h, you rogues, 
 you wretches, you traitors! Oh, I wisli I were the Pope, 
 or even a bishop! I would anathematize you all. To 
 bring' me to such extremities and then to laugh at me ! 
 
 Titus. — We did not bring you! You would not let us! 
 
 (^LAiJRio. — Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me! You 
 are all heretics ! 
 
 Caius. — We're all heretics ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Yes, heretics, pagan heretics ! 'Tis only they 
 who dishonor the relics of martyrs! Pm a martyr, and 
 there's nothing left of me but relics, and these you have 
 dishonored ; therefore you are heretics. You are all ex- 
 communicated, banished from the church, cut off root 
 and branch. 
 
 Titus. — Oh, ^•ou are outrageous! We never intend- 
 ed 
 
 Glabrio. — Go, go out and jump and ski]) on the rock 
 with the other goats ! Get acquainted ! You'll all be 
 together on the day of judgment! 
 
 LiciNius. — Why don't you be reasonable? It's impos- 
 sible to talk with you ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Then don't try to talk with me ! Don't speak 
 to me ! Don't even look at me ! 
 
 Cari'ilio. — Come away! Leave him alone! 
 
 Titus. — Yes, come. He'll cool down by and by. (All 
 gu lip stage.) See, is not that a hermit's cell? 
 
 (Exeunt into hermit's eai'e.) 
 
 Glabrio. — I must have been possessed by the devil 
 when T started out on this expedition ! Only now have I 
 begun to see my reason! What do I care for the circus? 
 Nothing! WHiat do I want with wild animals? They're 
 not necessary for me ! They're not even useful ! Yes, 
 
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 'tis cU-ar! I was possessed 1)\ the devil I And when \ 
 determined to visit the liosjjice on these mountains, he 
 tried to (Hssnade me. knowing that the holy monks would 
 discover him and drive him out. I see it all now. These 
 lads elimhed u]) easil\ enough, hut the de\il forced me to 
 walk in a rough road, and he tri])])ed me on the rocks — 
 trying to make me turn hack. As 1 had the grace of a 
 martyr. I ]<vp{ on. though I was pufhng and sweatint' 
 and swearing. Wan! I'hew! Ikit 1 became heated! 
 So much so. indeed, that the devil said to himself: "My. 
 hut this fellow is hot! It's much cooler at home!" So he 
 left me. The lads are not to blame! 1 forgive them! 
 Besides, I think they have some wine. 
 
 ( lintcr Tcloiiachus, Cuius. Carf^ilio. Tifiis and Li- 
 ciniits. ) 
 
 Trrrs. — Oh. no. l-'ather! We left a large party of 
 hunters in the foot-hills. We thought only of .staying 
 tliere for the night. 
 
 ( ii.AisRro. — Hello! A hermit! The hospice must he 
 near. 
 
 Telem.\chus. — lliough I am indeed sorry to lose the 
 pleasure of your company, yet T must advise you to 
 ]~)ush on. for though it is only tw-o miles further 
 
 ( ii.ABRio. — ( )h, Lord ! 
 
 Tklkm.vchus the road is rather rough, and once the 
 
 sun has set. night comes on very fast. 
 
 (iL.\BRio. — I have come here to die ! ( Rises and ,;'('t\s- fa 
 TclcinacJnts. Falls an his knees.) 
 
 TiTU.s. — I was anxious to do so. hut one of our par- 
 t_\- 
 
 Gi-.\i!Kio. — lUess me. Father. I am about to die! 
 
 TKLiiMACHUS. — The old man I met in Milan! (.Iside ) 
 ( )h. vou're not going to die just }et ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Yes, yes I am. Like Lsaac. I have carried 
 
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 lip the mountain tb.e sacriticial fuel — this load of flesh — 
 wliich has already half consumed me ! Two miles more 
 will finish me ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Jf }ou will be satisfied with what com- 
 forts a poor hermit can offer, you are welcome to sta\' 
 here. The others will meet you in the morning'. After a 
 good night's rest yon will not find the descent difificult. 
 
 Glabrio. — I am mdeed grateful ; but. you see, Father, 
 once, when in the army, I ate a mouldy biscuit, and 
 
 All. — And he is obliged to take a little wine. 
 
 Glabrio. — But just for my stomach's sake! You un- 
 derstand. Father. 
 
 Telemachus. — I understand; and am very sorry; but 
 I have none. 
 
 LiciNiu.s. — Here, }ou may have mine. 
 
 Caius. — And mine. 
 
 Glabrio. — Ha! ha! ^'ou all thought 1 was angry with 
 you — didn't you? Ha! ha! And the old man was jok- 
 ing — only joking — all the time! Ha! ha! 
 
 TiTU.s. — Will you sta}- or come with us? 
 
 Gl.\brio. — I really think, lads, that I should stay here! 
 This hermit is lonely, and charity demands us to com- 
 fort the lonely ! 
 
 Caius. — Well, that's good ! Ha ! ha ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Thank you, thank you ! Your compan\- 
 will, indeed, be welcome! 
 
 Titus. — Come, we must be going ! 'Till morning, then ! 
 Thank you. Father, and may God be with you ! 
 
 Others. — God be with \ou ! 
 
 Gl.vbrio (calling Tit its back). — Titus, I think you had 
 better tell the Superior of the hospice that you left a sick 
 man on the road. He would like to know it, and would 
 be off ended if he could not send a little something to 
 strengthen, me for the morning's journey. 
 
 Titus. — Ha! ha! Without doubt! God be with you. 
 (Exit.) 
 
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 Glabrio.— -And with xou, and with )()U all, lads. 
 
 Telemachus. — Conic, let nie condnct }()n to a com- 
 fortable seat. T know you must be very tired. ( Goes 
 ui'cr and sits on rock. ) 
 
 Glabrio. — Thank you. thank you ! 
 
 Telemachus. — I see you do not recoi^^nize me! 
 
 CjL.xbrio. — Recognize you? { Lookiiii:; at In in.) No! 
 Turn around ! No ! 
 
 Telemachu.s. — I met xou in Milan nearly fourteen 
 years ago. 
 
 Glabrio. — Let me see ! Theodosius was alive then. 
 Yes! Yes! I was in Milan at the time. 
 
 Telemachus. — Yes, Theodosius was alive. Do you 
 remember when Arcbl)ish()]) Aml)rose stopped him from 
 entering the church. 
 
 Glabrio. — Vou mean when I sto — Say ! Are you that 
 boy, Telemachus? 
 
 Telemachus. — Yes. 
 
 Glabrio. — Well, well, well ! And you're that boy Te- 
 lemachus ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Yes. 
 
 Glabrio. — Well, w^ell, well! And you're living here? 
 
 Tele:maciius. — Why — ha! ha! yes! \\'hy not? 
 
 (iLABRio. — Well, well, well ! So you're that boy ! And 
 you've turned hermit. Do you know, I always thought 
 you'd be a soldier ! 
 
 Telemachus. — So I am. 
 
 Glabrio. — Oh, I mean a soldier like myself. Wh\-, 
 man, with the courage you displayed at Milan, you'd now 
 be in for some of those honors our Emperor is ])reparing 
 for his big war lords in Rome. 
 
 Telemachus. — With the same display of courage I 
 shall some day have greater honors. 
 
 Glabrio.— Oh. that's all right ! But you've never seen 
 such honors as are to be given to these generals. 
 
 Telemachus. — No. but T can imagine them. 
 
Z2 
 
 (iLAHRK). — Indeed, that you cannot, for Lord Honorius 
 is determined to honor StiHcho as no man has been hon- 
 ored in centuries — sokHers from all the provinces in a 
 g'orgeous military tournament; hundreds of wild beasts 
 to be hunted in every conceivable manner ; gladiatorial 
 combats ; chariot rac 
 
 Ti<:li-:imaciius. — ( dadiatorial combats ! What? Is Ho- 
 norius, the son of Theodosius, to give gladiatorial com- 
 bats ? 
 
 (iLAURio. — Yes, indeed ! 
 
 Telemachus. — How can it be! 1 l<nv can he do it — 
 he — a Christian? And how can a Christian ])eople sit 
 and a])]jlau(l their fellow men. cutting and slashing each 
 other to death! ( )h. Lord Cod, forbid it! 
 
 (iLAisKio. — It's the custom, man! 
 
 Tklicmachus. — Custom? Why, with such reasoning- 
 you could sanction all the other abominations of Pagan- 
 ism ! Custom, forsooth! 'Twas once the custom to ofifer 
 human sacrifices to Moloch. Pagan Rome renamed the 
 god and called him Pleasure. It now seems that a 
 Christian Emperor wishes to retain the cult, but under 
 what new name, I know not, and care not! The fact re- 
 mains — a crime against humanity, a monstrosity in the 
 sig-ht of the Church, a slap in the face of Cod, Who 
 wrote amid the thunders of Sinai the commandment: 
 '■'riiou shalt not kill !" 
 
 Clai'.rio. — I guess you're Telemachus. 
 
 TELKMAtiius. — Yes, yon are right! I am Telemachus, 
 the boy Telemachus, only a boy uttering a vain, childish 
 lament upon a barren mountain, when 1 should be doing 
 the deeds of a man of God! lUit forgive me! I fcn-get 
 myself! 'Tis so seldom 1 have the honor of a guest 
 that 1 hope you will ])ardon my neglect of the duties of 
 a host. What can I do for \()u ? 
 
 Gi>ABRio. — What can }ou do for me? Ma! ha! Plac? 
 me on a downy couch ! 
 
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 Tia.KMACiius. — Rather an inip()ssil)Ic task tdr several 
 reasons, the first of which is the hick of a couch. Mv own 
 is but a hide spread upon some rushes ; to that vou're 
 welcome. 
 
 (li.Ai'.Rio. — "Twill he as down, for 1 am as wearv as the 
 .Seven Holy Sleepers. lUit where will you sleep? 
 
 'ri:LKM.\cHi;s. — Sleep? How can I. a hermit, slee|), 
 when in my brain are crowding thoughts of what the 
 Christian men of Rome must be, that they can give and 
 view with pleasure those ungodly scenes of blood, where 
 passion is transformed to fury, and all the awful sav- 
 agery of men rises to a flood that breaks all moral bonds ! 
 Sleep? 1 cannot sleep! Rut pardon me again! Come. 
 ( (locs ill flic cell. ) 
 
 Clahrio. — Hei, hei ! So you can't sleep, thinking of 
 the crimes and follies of men! Say "Deo Gratias," then, 
 that \ou are U]) here on this mountain, for were you in 
 Rome, vou'd have so much to think about that you'd 
 never sleej) ! 1 wonder will he drink? (Takes up the 
 t-a'o Hasks. ) I hope not. for like some poor little bird 
 that has been swept out upon a barren island by the 
 fur\- of a storm, so have I been carried hither by a whirl- 
 wind of charity for those lads, and now find myself for- 
 saken and alone, with nothing but two half-emjity flasks 
 to comfort me. Dh, T should have made a rare hermit 
 but for that mouldy biscuit ! If I were not so sleepy that 
 m\- tongue is weak, I would give him a flne sermon 1 
 have prepared on temperance. 
 
 (Enter Tcleiiiachiis.) 
 
 Telemachus.-— Come ! You shall have a hermit's sup- 
 per and a hermit's bed. (Helps him to rise.) 
 
 Glabrio.— Thank you, thank you! Ah! Oh! My legs 
 were sadlv overworked to-da\-. I'm weary, weary. 
 
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 Telemachus. — Weary only in body? Are you never 
 wear}- at heart ? 
 
 Glabrio. — What? Hum! Say, I'll tell you a secret if 
 you won't laugh at me. 
 
 Telemachus. — Laugh at you ? Why should I ? 
 
 Glabrio. — Oh, I don't know ! lUit I guess it's this 
 damnable mix-up of a makeup that I am ! Nobody that 
 1 ever met in my whole life dreamt for a moment of tak- 
 ing me seriousl}'. I am to everybody nothing more than 
 a good-natured fool. I could never open my mouth on 
 the most serious subjects, but people thought I was 
 tritiing. So when scarcely more than a boy, I gave up 
 even attempts at seriousness ; and have since lived like a 
 buffoon! I tell you, it has been the ruin — Confound it! 
 You're laughing! 
 
 Telemachus. — No. no! Relieve me! No. 
 
 (iLABKio. — I know better. Where's that wine! I've 
 made a fool of myself! I'm going to bed — Where's that 
 wine ? 
 
 Teleal\chus. — Oh, dear Glabrio, believe me! I could 
 not possibly be more serious! I was not laughing! I 
 could not. if 1 tried ! 
 
 Gl.\bri(). — T (li)n't believe you! lUit still I'll tell you if 
 Miu'll keep away from me and laugh by yourself. I 
 think as vou do about those gladiatorial combats, and I 
 wish \()U would show your courage — be another Am- 
 brose, and put a stop to them! There! You believe me, 
 don't vou?* Y(ni think I want those fights stopped! Ha I 
 ha! Good joke! Ha! ha! ( )h, pshaw! 
 
 Telem.\chus. — ^^'hy, of course T believe you. Here, 
 wait ! Let me show 
 
 (iLAURio. — Keep away from me! Yimr home is not so 
 large that I shall get lost in it. I'll find a ])lace to sleep! 
 
 Telemachus. — Now, please, Glabrio 
 
 Glabrio. — Don't say please to me! .\nd keej) awa\- ! 
 That's the first serious word Lve spoken in thirty or 
 
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 forty yi'urs — and it's the last! Wine alone Ijelieves in 
 me. and I in it ! {Exit. ) 
 
 Tki.kmaciius. — Poor old man! How sad! A noble 
 natm-e wreckerl b_\- triflins;! T.ike a man who lies till no 
 one will lielieve his solemn oaths, so he has joked till all 
 who know him jndge him a bnttoon. I'll follow. Xo ! 
 Itoth he and I are best alone. {Jralks slo2i'i\ away from 
 cu'c'i-. iiiiisiiii^. ) 
 
 "Show yom- courage! Be another Ambrose! Stop 
 the combats!" Wdiy not? 'Twould not be the first time 
 a hermit descended from his mountain cell to fi.giit fcjr 
 Christianity and the truth ! 1 might bring- the young- 
 Emperor to abolish them. I could cite, with telling 
 effect, I think, the example of his father. What Theo- 
 dosius did in Thessalonica was done in anger and in 
 haste, and for it he was, to an almost heroic degree of 
 Christian humilitw truly repentant. Will the son of such 
 a father calmly and tleliberately urge men to kill one 
 another for the unholy pleasure of a senseless, cruel 
 mob ! Should neither the commandment of (jod nor the 
 exaniple of his father — pshaw ! The boy Telemachus 
 and X'anity are talking! Honorius knows well enough 
 all I could tell him, and lest he forget there are in Rome 
 plenty of zealous priests and holy bishops to remind him. 
 'Tis all a teniptation ! Thou art a hermit, Telemachus, 
 and thy duty is clear. Thou must stay on the mountain, 
 and. like Moses, keep thy hands raised to God in prayer 
 that those who fight in the valleys may be victorious. 
 
 {Goes up and kneels on the roeks.) 
 
 Greath' loving God, my Father, give ear to the jirayer 
 of Thv son, and turn not away Thy head in wrath. For 
 T know that, seeing the crimes that are planned for these 
 victorious games. Thou art moved deeply to anger. But 
 consider. Ford God. mv Father, the cunning of the Evil 
 
One. and have mercy u]:»on them. He has bhnfled their 
 eyes with Pleasure, and they will not read in their hearts 
 Thy commandment "Thou shalt not kill." "He has 
 filled their ears with vanity, and they will not listen to 
 the voice of Thy faithful priests and bishops saying: 
 "Thou shalt not kill." Therefore, Almighty and All- 
 knowing God, Thou Who canst from these stone raise 
 u]) children unto Abraham, raise up in the midst of Thy 
 erring people, raise up. () God, I implore, some doughty, 
 fearless champion of the faith, who, like Thy servants. 
 Moses, Xathan and Ambrose, reckoning not the majesty 
 of King or Emperor, may, to win Honorius and his peo- 
 ple to true Christian piety, and to remove from Thy 
 sight this abomination of Satanic Paganism, become, 
 with Thy all-powerful grace, if needs be, the martyred 
 Victor of the Coliseum. Amen, O God, Amen ! 
 
 (He bozvs his head upon the rock; an angel appears 
 from out the clouds carrying a zvreath of laurel and bend- 
 ing doznm says) : 
 
 Angel. — I crown thee, \'ictor of the last gladiatorial 
 fight in Rome. 
 
 (The crown on his head Teleinachus looks around, 
 sees the Angel and falls prone upon the rock.) 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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 PART II. 
 
 Act II. 
 
 Scene i. 
 
 A road to Rome, liarly morniii;^. Pnicicittius is ilis- 
 coz'crcd on Left, looking back on Rome. 
 
 Prudkxtius. — Rome. Rome. Rome! l^arewell ! Ill- 
 fated city that 1 love, farewell ! The curse of an offended 
 God. I fear, will come u])on thee, for as a corporate citv 
 thou this da}- dost execute a long-meditated public crime. 
 Those poor pagan glatliators are not to blame! Thou. 
 C), Rome ! thou art to blame ! T blaiue your hundred- 
 thousand Christians, who. even now. through the holy 
 hush of dawn, are hastening to the Amphitheater to ap- 
 plaud the violation of a great commandment ! I blame 
 your customs; blame your laws; blame your institu- 
 tions, and. most of all. I blame vour Emperor, who, de- 
 spite my own feeble, poetic protest, despite the pleadings 
 of the better men of Rome, despite the exhortations of 
 zealous priests and bishops, despite his own knowledge 
 of the law of God, still not merely tolerates, but by his 
 authorit}' forces those valiant fathers of homes and hopes 
 of families to die in torture and in ignominy for the un- 
 holy pleasure of that great unnumbered mob from which 
 his armies are recruited. Tint 1 have done ill in looking 
 back on Rome ! ( lod's vengeance may o'ertake me as it 
 did the wife of Lot, who — Mello ! \\'ho is this monk that 
 with such eager steps hastens on to Rome? 1 must i)re- 
 vent him I 
 
 (Enter Telemachus.) 
 
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 God be with yon, Father. 
 
 Telemachus. — Thank yon; and with yon. 
 
 Prudentius. — Stay, Father. 
 
 Telemachus. — Who are yon, and wherefore do you 
 stop me? 
 
 Prudentius. — 1 am one Prndentins, a Christian poet, 
 and I warn yon not to go to Rome lest yon enconntcr the 
 jnst wrath of God, which I fear wiU strike that city for 
 nnholy, civil-sanctioned mnrder. 
 
 Telemachus. — ft has indeed merited it. bnt fear not! 
 God's mercy has prevailed ! There shall be no gladiatorial 
 fight to-day. No, nor henceforth while Eternal Rome is 
 Rome ! 
 
 Prudentius. — Would that what yon say were true ! 
 
 Telemachus. — It is true. 
 
 Prudentius. — ( )h, yon are a stranger ! Yon know 
 nothing of conditions there in Rome. The better class of 
 Christians have in united effort long since exhausted 
 every means — even to-day a signed protest will be hand- 
 ed to the Emperor. But 'tis vain ! He will not stop it, 
 for his armies need recruiting. He dare not stop it, 
 for the mob, knowing well our action, is antagonized ; 
 and though I left the city when 'twas scarcely day, they 
 even then, with loud, angry threats, were thronging 
 through the streets in ugly groups. To what heights of 
 fury will they rise when scenes of blood have roused the 
 pagan passions that have slept for years ! No, No ! He 
 dare not, could not, stop it now ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Yet I say again: "There shall be no 
 gladiatorial fight to-day !" 
 
 Prudentius. — Pardon, Father, but you err! Naught 
 but the power of God could stop that contest now ! 
 
 Telemachus. — And is the hand of the Lord shortened? 
 
 Prudentius. — No. but 
 
 Telemachus. — You think He will not act? 
 
 Prudentius. — Naturally, one cannot expect 
 
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 Telemachus. — Do you know the l^niperor? 
 
 I'rudentius. — Yes ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Personally ? 
 
 Prudentius. — We were till latel\- very friendly. 
 
 Telemachus. — You think you could present nie? 
 
 Prudentius. — Why, Father, you see 
 
 Telemachus. — 1 mean, were circumstances dififerent, 
 coukl you ? 
 
 Prudentius. — Readily, at all times. 
 
 Telemachus. — Then look upon my face I 1 know 'tis 
 pale and haggard, for 1 have suifered much from shij)- 
 wreck, forced marches, sleepless nights and want of 
 food. But can you trust me? Can you believe me? 
 
 Prudentitus. — Why of course, Father, your very 
 ofarb 
 
 Telemachus. — Then come at once with me to Rome; 
 present me to the lunperor ! 
 
 Prudentius. — But, Father 
 
 Telemachus. — Can you trust me? x\s a man of (iod, 
 I promise you upon the word of God : "That contest 
 shall be stopped !" 
 
 Prudentius. — How ? 
 
 Telemachus. — I know not how, but it shall be 
 stopped. I must try all human means — the first and most 
 obvious seems to seek the Emperor. Will you come? 
 
 Prudentius (aside). — Who can this be that promises 
 upon the word of God ? 
 
 Telemachus. — You say that you have tried to prevent 
 this crime. Will you not make one elifort more? 
 
 Prudentius (aside). — He seems, indeed, a man of 
 God! 
 
 Telemachus. — Then I will go alone. 
 
 Prudentius ( a-s-/Wr).— Perhaps 'tis folly; but per- 
 haps 
 
 Telemachus. — God be with you. (Starts.) 
 
 Prudentius. — I'll go. 
 
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 Telemachus. — Then hurry, for I have delayed too 
 hmi^. While on the road I'll tell you somewhat of myself. 
 r>ut come. Back to Rome! 
 
 Prudentius. — Yes, back to Rome ! May God be with 
 us ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Doubt it not ! He will be ! 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
 Scene 2. 
 
 The Gladiators' ijiiarfers in the Cohseiiin — a stone 
 eh.aniber xvith tieo i^reat gates in the center openiiii!; out 
 into the arena. At these a soldier is stationed. Near to 
 him is Titns. On the rii^ht is a small door. Below it, 
 some seated, some standing, are Abrogastes, I'itnrins, 
 Meletins, Radigasins; and in front of them tlie lanista, 
 Boto. carrying in his hand a staff about four feet long. 
 On the left, seated and e.vami)iing their xeeaf^ons, are 
 Sams, Garamantes, Seraf^us, Tigelinus. In front stands 
 the lanista, Galatus, also carryijig a staff. Back in the 
 iipf^er right-luuid corner is a small table, containing a 
 piece of parchment and ziriting materials. In the upper 
 left-hand corner, a small table, zeith a zvinc bottle and a 
 glass. Near the center of the stage is the Editor, Marcus. 
 As the curtain goes up a general shout is heard from the 
 people in the Amphitheater. The soldier is observed clos- 
 ing the gates. 
 
 Marcus. — Shut the orates! Pardon, Titus, if I jirevent 
 you from viewing the hunt, Init we can run no risks. 
 (People applaud back.) One of those wild beasts mio^ht 
 dodge in and before we succeeded in killing him 
 
 Titus. — One of the Pets might l)c injured. 
 
 Marcus. — Exactlv ! Tliev nuist not liave a scratch 
 
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 upon tlu'iii — lia I ha! — at least not Ix'forc tlic tinic. They 
 are in tine form now. are they not? 
 
 TiTL's. — Uoth I>oto and ( ialatus deserw cont^ratnla- 
 tions : their men seem in perfect concHtion. [Loud ap- 
 plause.) 
 
 BoTO AND Galatus. — Thank you. 
 
 {Boii' to Titus. Applause coutiuucd.) 
 
 jNIarcus. — I jiul.Qi'e from the applause that the hunt is 
 finished. 
 
 (Glabrio knocks at door to ri<:;lit. Marcus goes to 
 door.) 
 
 What do you want ? No ! You can't come in here ! 
 These are the ^s^Iadiators' quarters. What? Titus, see 
 here! Do you know this man? 
 
 TiTi's. — Oh, yes ! ha ! ha ! Let him come in. 
 
 Glabrio. — Thank you, thank you, Titus! You've saved 
 my life ! The very hreath was being squeezed out of me 
 by that crowd of pagans in the street. By strategy and 
 fighting, bv begging, lying and pushing I reached the 
 outer door, but if I were a burr on a dog's tail I could go 
 no farther. 
 
 Titus. — I wish I had seen you ! 
 
 Glabrio. — Wau ! They were as furious as devils ! 
 Some one spread the report that the fight was to be 
 stopped, so arming themselves with clubs and stones, 
 they are crowding back into the wedges. But, Titus, in 
 that awful crush my stomach 
 
 Titus. — Ha! ha! You'll find some yonder. (Poitits to 
 table. Left.) 
 
 Glabrio. — Get some glasses. I don't want to drink 
 alone. Give these fellows something. Half of them are 
 going where there is no wine, or, if any, only what has 
 been mulled with a devil's poker. 
 
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 AIarcus. — Take a drink if }ou wish it, but mind vour 
 own affairs! These men are allowed no wine. 
 
 Glabrk ). — Who are you that pretend to give orders ? 
 Titus, put hi 
 
 Titus. — Shee ! This is the Editor delegated by Ho- 
 norius. 
 
 Glahrio. — (dad to meet you. Have a drink. Xo? All 
 right. So you are the one who pairs these fellows off for 
 the fight? Well, well! Lads, I alone will toast you. 
 Idere's to your sudden death ! 
 
 Marcus. — Titus, he shall either have to keep quiet or 
 leave here. Boto, Galatus ! 
 
 {BotJi lanistae go with Marcus to Upper Right. Mar- 
 cus prepares to write. Talk between the three.) 
 
 Titus. — Glabrio, kee]i quiet, or I shall be obliged — 
 ( takes him dozvn Left Lower. ) 
 
 Glabrio. — Tve done all that charity demands, and as 
 they are an ungrateful set, Fll say no more. 
 
 Marcus. — Sarus, come ! Bring your weapons ! 
 
 ( As the ghidiators are caUed they go up to Marcus, 
 -icho e.vaniiues their leeapons. consults -with the hviistae 
 and writes their names. ) 
 
 Glabrio. — But, Titus, do you know whom T saw in the 
 crowd out there? Telemachus ! 
 
 Titus. — What? The hermit? 
 
 Glabrio. — The same, and he certainly looked ex- 
 hausted ! His face was drawn and haggard ; his cassock 
 torn and covered with mud ! 
 
 BoTO. — Radigasius — Here ! Bring your weapons ! 
 
 Titus. — What brings him to Rome, and in such con- 
 dition? 
 
 Glabrio. — I can guess. He was with Prudentius. and 
 
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 they were beggino- the crowd to make way for tliem. sa\- 
 iiig they wislied to see the Kiiiperor. 
 
 IJoTo. — X'iturius, come! Your \vea])ons. 
 
 {/enters a soldier, i^'lio speaks to Marcus.) 
 
 TfiL'S. — I wonder docs lie 1 
 
 ' nope 
 
 AIakcl's. — Titus, a sojlcher to see you. 
 I'lTi's. — Send him liere. ( 7>) Clahrio). To stop this 
 light? (To soldier) Well, what is it? 
 
 Soldier. — A monk fainted in the street and, falling', 
 was somewhat injured! 
 
 Titus (to Glabrio). — Can this l)e he? 
 
 Soldier. — His companion, who calls himself Truden- 
 tius 
 
 TiTL'S. — That is he. liring- him in immediatel\ ! (Exit 
 soldier.) Marcus, I hope I shall not disturb you, but a 
 hermit who was very hospitable to us in Asia was just 
 now injured in the street. I ordered him brought in 
 here. 
 
 Marcus. — All right! We shall soon be finished, (iala- 
 tus, call }-our man ! 
 
 (J.\LATUS. — Serapis ! Your weapons, too! 
 
 ( /inter 7'eleiiiaeliiis and Pnideutius. I'eleinaehus is 
 exhausted and leans upon the arm of Prudentius.) 
 
 1'kude.\til-s. — This is very kind of you, gentlemen, 
 very kind. 
 
 C;.\LATL'S. — Garamantes. ( iaramantes ! Come ! Your 
 weapons, too ! 
 
 TELE^rACHUS (to l^itus). — r)h, is that you, my friend? 
 Come, hurry! Take me to the Emperor! 
 
 J'rl'dextius. — Rest yourself. Father, rest yourself! 
 You're exhausted ! 
 
 Telemachus. — I have recovered. T feel very strong 
 
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 now, thank you. Let us hurry — liurry. or I shall be too 
 late! 
 
 Titus. — Hut. Father, it's impossible I 
 
 Teleaiachus. — Not for Godl Xothing is impossible 
 to Him ! I'll go alone ! 
 
 TiTL's. — I'll not allow it, leather. Til not allow it! It's 
 rank madness. A Roman legion could not get through 
 that crowd to the Emperor ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Here on my knees, I implore 
 
 Titus. — Come, Father, be calm ! You are beside your- 
 self! I'd gladly help you. but 'tis impossible. (Enrcr 
 Ilcvahi.) You must wait till the combats are over. See. 
 here comes the herald ! The arena is cleared ! They'll 
 soon begin ! 
 
 Marcus. — Just a moment, Herald, just a moment! Ti- 
 gellinus ! 
 
 Telemachus. — 'Tis the will of God! 
 
 Prudentius. — That's it. Father, be reconciled ! God 
 does not ask the impossible! 
 
 Ti:lemachus. — He has some other way — some other 
 way to stop this crime ! 'Tis not by means of the Em- 
 peror. Xo ! Some other way! lUit what? 
 
 Marcus. — Abrogastes — your weapons ! 
 
 Telemachus. — Oh. God, give me light ! What shall I 
 do? What shall I do? Thou knowest I have not tar- 
 ried — have not delayed for food or sleep. And yet it 
 seems I have arrived too late ! What now remains for 
 me to do, (), Lord? What yet remains? 
 
 Marcus. — Herald, proclaim this to the people. Hurry ! 
 
 TiGELLiNUS. — Hold ! Does this mean that Abrogastes 
 and I are to fight together? 
 
 Marcus. — Yes ! Go, Herald. 
 
 TiGELLiNUS. — Wait ! That bill must be changed ! 
 
 Marcus. — It shall not be changed ! 
 
 Abroga.stes. — I say it shall. It's contrary to agree- 
 ment ! 
 
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 Makc L's. — What a<;rcenient ! 
 
 Tk;!-:!, LINUS. — llctween IJoto, (ialatus and ourselves. 
 
 .Maiuus. — Xo sucli thiiii^! 
 
 .\r.K(i(;ASTi;.s. — IJcito, was it imt es])eciall\ stipulated 
 when we started in training that I was not to ti^ht 
 a,<.i"ainst my brother-in-law? 
 
 Tici- 1,1.1 MS. — (ialatus. what say you? Was not that 
 the agreement ? 
 
 Horo. — I said that I wcnikl try to so arrange it. 
 
 (iAL.VTL'S. — That's all I promised. Marcus 
 
 Ai!K()<;asti-:s. — ^'ou lie. P)Oto ! ^'ou lie! 
 
 Tkiki.li.xl'S. — .-\n(l so do vou. (Ialatus! ^'ou promised 
 positively that I should not be obliged tu fight with my 
 wife's lirother ! 
 
 .Makcl's. — They promise! What promise could they 
 make ! I alone have power to select the combatants, and 
 I choose \()n two to fight, and you shall fight! T know 
 your wife is i)resent, Tigellinus. a lucky accident — 'twill 
 add — ha ! ha ! — a little spice to the combat. 
 
 Prudentius. — What monstrous inhumanity ! 
 
 Tklk.machus. — What devil of cruelty has possessed 
 you. man? Can you have a human heart and yet give the 
 decision of a fiend ? Have you neither fear of God nor 
 res])ect f()r humanity? 
 
 ]\L\Ktrs. — Monk, do \()ur preaching elsewhere! The 
 Coliseum is not \et a church. Herald, proclaim that bill! 
 
 Gl.\1!RIo. — Wait — look you here! 
 
 Prudk.xtius. — Hold ! In memory of your mother 
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 Tele.maciius. — Have pity, at least, upon the wife! 
 
 Tigellinus. — There is surely interest enough 
 
 Abrocastes. — W'ill nothing move you ? 
 
 Titus. — Quiet all ! Marcus, you and I were always 
 
 on fair terms ! Xow, don't you think that in this case 
 
 M.xKcus. — I'll have no interference in this afifair, Ti- 
 
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 tus. not even ^rom you. So, Herald, go — go, I tell you, 
 and proclaim it ! 
 
 ( E.vit, applause.) 
 
 (Ilap.ru). — Ala}- the devil niake sandals of your skin! 
 ^'ou horned beast ! 
 
 Telemacitus. — This must be stopped! This must be 
 stopped! ( )h, God, point out the way! (Aside.) 
 
 A]!R()(;a.stes. — Tigellinus, give me thy hand! You can 
 overcome me, Tigellinus. and if the thumbs are turned 
 up — why 
 
 Tigellinus. — No, no! By all the gods! Say no more, 
 Abrogastes. say no more ! 
 
 Abrogastes. — But if the worst should come! Oh, Ti- 
 gellinus. T know you have already little chicks enough to 
 feed — but — mine own. Tigellinus — you'll not forget 
 them ? 
 
 Marcus. — Come, come, there ! No concocting a mock 
 fight! You'll fight fairly, or else your only pay shall be 
 the hisses of the mob. 
 
 TiGELLiN'US. — Fight fairly. Marcus? You need not 
 warn Tigellinus or Abrogastes to fight fairly ! We'll give 
 that mob yelling yonder in the wedges as fair a fight as 
 was ever seen in the arena! But to be fair to you, and 
 above all. to be fair to her whom I love better than my 
 life, I call all the gods to witness that, should I prove 
 victor of the combat and Abrogastes fall wounded on 
 the sands, if all the thumbs of broad Eternal Rome were 
 turned against him, I will not kill him, that T swear ! 
 
 Abrogastes. — And in like manner so swear T! 
 
 Telemachus. — T see you both have kindly, noble 
 hearts. Daily contact with cruel, bloody men has not 
 quite blunted in your breasts the better instincts of a 
 man. You both have wives and families that you love. 
 You cannot v.'ish vour sons to follow vour career ot life. 
 
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 Sft tlK'iii not, thcrerdiw llii.s liitrrihlc (.-xanipk' ! ( )li. men. 
 go not out to that unnatural combat ! Rebel against that 
 despicable edict! Why not, with all of nature's higher 
 promptings in revolt, why not assert the manhood that is 
 in you and tell that harsh, unfeeling man, \()U still have 
 your freedom and you will not fight. 
 
 TiCELLlNUS. — Why not? I'ecause, taken from our cap- 
 tive fathers, who had in vain defended their native lands 
 against the discipline and skill of Rome, we were tre- 
 panned in helpless infancy, cast with foundlings and 
 slaves into a college, where we were not only reared, 
 prepared and fitted for this calling, but hopelesslv un- 
 fitted for every other. Why not ? }ou ask. Have we not 
 human ties and afitections like other men? Have we no 
 families whom we must feed, and yet can do so only 
 with the blood that flows from our gashes? If the gladi- 
 ator did and sutfered and was all that he is, as I have 
 seen some to be, for mere sport, and at his own personal 
 expense, I know many who would respect him. But I, 
 Tigellinus, I, and these patient, dauntless men you see 
 about you, would scorn him, and spurn him, and spit 
 upon him. I fight because I have a wife whom I must 
 protect in the only manner that tender Rome has taught 
 me — with a lacerated but fearless breast. I fight because 
 I have children whom by my toils, efforts and sufiferings, 
 I would keep out of want and degradation. 1 and Abro- 
 gastes pass through yonder gate to fight, not to do the 
 bidding of that man, who thinks to win the favor of Ho- 
 norius by matching us together, but only in order that 
 those whom we love may never enter it. 
 
 Telemachus. — Forgive — forgive me if I seemed to 
 judge vou wrongly. I know that whatever in so dread- 
 ful and wicked a pastime is noble, courageous, unselfish, 
 heroic, you, the gladiators — you, the victims, give and 
 exhibit. But can't you see that these splendid qualities 
 and virtues are exercised for a base and cruel purpose, 
 
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 and in a wicked, sinful manner, and that, thei'efore, you 
 must desist, ever thoug'h those whom you love mav 
 suffer? 
 
 ( Tniiii/u'l call, back. ) 
 
 .M.\K(L\s. — Come, come! Ijoto and (lalatus, lead your 
 schools separately around the arena. Then, men, give 
 the hjnperijr the c^rdinar)- salutation, and fight as you 
 were chosen. Both vou lanist;e see to it that all is done 
 fairl}- and according to the laws. Start ! 
 
 riuDi'-XTius. — Alas! There's no sto|)ping the fight 
 now ! 
 
 Titus. — Stop it ! I should say not ! 
 
 ITcELLixus (buckliii^L:^ on his shield). — Monk, I am a 
 I'agan, and so see not why 1 should withdraw. lUit I 
 ask \-ou : \\'h}- is bread made? Why are houses built? 
 I'.ccause they are wanted. And wli)- do Pagan heroes 
 fig"ht ? Because Christian cowards wish to sit at ease 
 and see a brave man die. 
 
 ( ll.vciuU Boto and his iiicii. then Calatus and his men. 
 I'iij^clliniis last. Loud, continued apf'lausc as they [^ass 
 aloni:^. ) 
 
 i Tclcniachiis doicn front. The i^ates are closed 7chcn 
 all are out. Near them are Titus. Clabrio, J/t/rc/z-v. Pru- 
 denfius ,t!;oes fori^'ard. sayin^i.:^) : 
 
 Pkudkntius. — T cannot, 1 will not kjok upon this 
 crime ! 
 
 Telemachus (aside). — Because Christian cowards 
 wish to sit at ease and see a l)rave man die! {Al^[>lause 
 from arena.) 
 
 Marcus. — Good — good! Idie jx'ople are very enthusi- 
 astic ! 
 
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 Trrus. — Yes. few tluiml)s will he turned (lown to-day! 
 
 'ri-;i.i-'..M.\c'ii rs. — I lew can t]ie\- thus a|)])laud within the 
 Cnliseuni. 
 
 ( ii.Ai'.Rin. — j'^ather I Ti'leniaehus I I lere — l'"ather ! 
 
 I 'Kri)i:\ TIL'S. — Sh ! sh ! Leave him atone! lie is in 
 prayer ! 
 
 Tiaj^.MACiius. — The Coliseum! Why I 1 see the sands 
 of that arena turn ai^ain to searlet with the streams of 
 Christian blood that the\- have drunk! 
 
 (iLAiiRio. — He's ])lanniniL;- something! ddie tii^iit's not 
 o\-er \et. Titus ( if hisprrs aiiiiiuitcdly. . I pf^liiiisc from 
 arena. ) 
 
 TKLKAfACHUS. — Ten thousand and ten thousand radi- 
 ant forms of valiant ("hidstian mart\rs rise before nie ! 
 Alv ears are tilled with the triumphant h^nins of praise 
 they sant^- while dyiui^' for ( iod's holy law! 
 
 Titus. — You're craz}-, man. or drunk! What ean he 
 do? ( .-Ipplaiisr from arena.) 
 
 Tklkmachus. — Yet, infanu- of infamies! These Chris- 
 tians, their descendants, applaud its violation ! 
 
 (ii.ABKio. — You just watch! 
 
 TKt.EM.vcHL'S. — The\- wish to see a brave man die! 
 ( )li. Cord (;od. am 1 the man? Will my death answer? 
 .Vm 1 brave? Will my blood satisfy them? Ah! Xow is 
 the manner clear ! T see — I see the crown ! The grace, 
 l.ord Cod. e:ive me the grace! 
 
 {.Ipplaiisc stops siicldriily.) 
 
 Wdiat — what are they doing- now ?" Wdiat are they 
 doing now .■" 
 
 Marcus. — They salute the Emperor ! 
 
 Gladiators {back). — .Morifiiri. fc saliitamiis! 
 
 T^:LE^rACHUS. — Thou alone, F.ord Cod, .My leather, art 
 m\ I'jnjieror! And like them dying-. 1 salute thee^ 
 M oritiinis. fc saltifo! 
 
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 Prudentius. — What does he mean? (Applause.) 
 
 Glabrio — Hei ! Stop him ! Stop him ! I knew it ! Uh, 
 Lord ! The mob will kill him ! 
 
 Titus. — Oh, Marcus, Marcus ! Bar the gates ! Bar 
 the gates ! Too late ! Oh, God ; the mob ! 
 
 Marcus. — The man is mad ! 
 
 Prudentius. — Father, hold — hold! M}' God! Another 
 Martyr ! Oh, shame — shame ! 
 
 ( Tclcmachits rushes throu^^Ji the i:;ates, thnnciiij^ tlieu! 
 icide open. The i:;hidifi)rs, fis^htiu^t:; in a ro'a', are dis- 
 closed. He dashes in beheeeii ihem. They fall back. 
 The people shout: "Kill him! Kill him! Stone Jiim ! 
 Kill Iiim!" — /;//;'/ (? shoicer of stones, pieces of marble, 
 etc., upon him, and then jump into the arena to trample 
 him to death.) 
 
 ( Telemaehus is caught by Tigellinus as he sinks upon 
 the sand. Titus, Glabrio and Prudentius rush out to 
 them and endeavor to keep back the mob, -cchile Tigel- 
 linus staggers doTcn the stage icitJi Telemaehus. AV force 
 their way through the gate lighting to reach Teleniaclius.) 
 
 Prudentius. — Back ! Back ! Back ! In the name of 
 mercy, back ! 
 
 Titus. — PIo, there ! Guards ! Guards I 
 
 Glabrio. — Ijack ! Hold ! Furies ! Devils ! Flold ! 
 
 (Enter guard through door Right, and stop a part 
 of the mob at gates.) 
 
 Titus. — To the gates ! Keep out the mob, on your 
 lives ! 
 
 Prudentius. — Give over, men ! By all that's Holy, 
 back. (Call of trumpet heard at back.) 
 
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 SoLDiKks {from Lcfl of arena). — I'lic I-jupcror ! Tlic 
 [{niperor! Make way there! Make \va\ for your lives! 
 
 (Mob on .T/(/,-r /<///.s- /)(/(7v' to left and ri<^lit. 'rio;cllinus 
 places Tclcmaehus on staj^e. The liniperor's soldiers 
 force a passaj^e at i:;afe. 'Jltiis reeeires and suf^ports the 
 head of Teleniaehiis. ) 
 
 Titus. — Some wine! ( juick ! He \et l)reathes! 
 
 ( (ilabrio /7.i,'7/^s- throiti^h mob at Left for wine. ) 
 
 rKLi)i-:NTius. — ( )li, now, you l)ase. despicable cowards, 
 now you stand aside through slavish fear! \\' hat ! Are 
 }()u the Christian men of Rome? T blush to look around 
 and call \'(Ui so! For were you devils, hot from hell, vou 
 could not more show fur^• ! 
 
 ( Enter Honorius. Stilicho and officers. Soldiers and 
 part of mob seen through gate.) 
 
 Honorius. — Ls it thus, slaves, that you repay our lav- 
 ish generosity ? Before our very eyes to stone and tram- 
 ple on a brave but reckless minister of that faith which 
 we profess? Soldiers, surround, and 
 
 Prudentius. — Hold ! Can you yourself. Emperor of 
 Rome, look upon that prostrate form and say: "I am in- 
 nocent of the blood of this just man?" Who gave these 
 games? Who aroused, with scenes of blood, the fury 
 of this mob? Who taught and trained these gladiators? 
 Who, against God's law, urged — forced them on to 
 fight? The people in their madness have, by deed if not 
 by word, proclaimed : "His blood be upon us and upon 
 our children !" But are you, O Emperor of Christian 
 Rome, are vou a Pilate? Can vou cleanse your con- 
 
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 science bv the washing of your hands? And do you all. 
 Emperor and people alike, do you all wish the blood of 
 this saintl\- hermit — of this heroic martyr — to remain in 
 malediction forever on your heads? 
 
 People. — (Jh, Xo ! Xo ! (fhcy innnnur) Miserere 
 nobis! Miserere nobis! 
 
 lloxoRirs. — Miserere inei Dens! I have sinned, and 
 sinned most of all, since 1 have led all to sin ! 
 
 Prudentius. — Oh, now you see the folly of your crime 
 and i^rieve ! Let me still further speak. I heard this 
 mornino- from his own li])s the story of his life. Em- 
 peror, that man's father died fiohtin^- for your father's 
 honor and for the empire you now rnle. Your father in 
 return, at Thessalonica, slew in that most awful slaugh- 
 ter, all that was dear to him on earth — his mother and 
 his sister. Yet this same man, standing at the door of 
 the Church of Milan, offered, with Archbishop Ambrose, 
 his body to the blows of your father's soldiers, who, heed- 
 less of sacrilege, thought to win heaven with a murder- 
 er's swrjrd ! 
 
 HoNORius. — Is that the man?" (Kneels dozvn.) Is that 
 the man? And is he dead? ( )h, (lod, say not that he 
 is dead ! 
 
 Titus. — No, Emperor. He still breathes, but that is 
 all! 
 
 HoNORius. — And that's the man ! .\nd after all that 
 he has suffered from and for my father, dies he now. 
 Alas! dies he now, that I, the son, may realize, as now 
 indeed I do. the great commandment of the Lord: "Thou 
 shalt not kill !" Oh, live, brave man of God. Oh, live and 
 be my guide ! Speak, at least, and tell me you forgive 
 me and mv thoughtless, cruel ])eople ! Tell me yon for- 
 give us ! 
 
 Titus. — He moves ! 
 
 Prudentius. — Sh ! sh ! 
 
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 'ri-:ij;.\i.\ciirs. — "'( )ur l'"allu'!-. Wlm ail in 1 leav- 
 en 
 
 ( 1 1 oiioriiis and all tlic j-'caf^lc ;^(i (hi-a'ii mi their knees.) 
 
 — Iiallii\\eil he llix name. Tin kin.i^doni c<»nie. Tti\ 
 will he (lone on earth as it is done in heaven, (live us 
 tliis (la\ our daily hread 
 
 HoNoKiL's AND People. — "And forgive us our tres- 
 ])asses 
 
 Tia-i-'-MACii ns — "As we forgive those (Dies.) 
 
 riu'i)i-:.\'iius. — Thy ])rayer, () J^jnperer, was heard. 
 
 IIoNOKius. — IJevond ni\ deserts! It now remains for 
 me to act. I. 1 lonorius, hy the Grace of God, Emperor of 
 tlie W est. do here and now order an edict to be prepared 
 hanishing and forbidding forever gladiatorial contests 
 in our em]Mre. [''or this heroic martyr let a triumph be 
 prepared. Soldiers, in all reverence place his body on 
 _\()ur shields. ( They do so.) Return, people, to the am- 
 jjhitheater. Herald, go proclaim our will : As this saint 
 is borne al(Mig, let all in deepest Christian scM-row beg the 
 God we ha\'e offended to forgive and pardon us through 
 the merits of this martyred hermit — this victor of the last 
 gladiatorial tight in Rome. Cio ! 
 
 ( The peof'le pass out from left and ri<^hf info the 
 arena. I'he soldiers hearini^; Teleniaelnis on their shoulders 
 siart, the Tniperor to follo-c<.' last.) 
 
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