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The object of the writer is again to direct attention to the elements of heroism and tragedy in the neglected story of the long Byzantine struggle to stem the advance of Islam. It preceded the Crusades of Europe by a century and a half; and it exceeded the Western Crusades in sys- tematic energy and in genuine fervour. Tor the purposes of this Drama, Constantinople and its Empire, are spoken of as " New Rome" or simply "Rome"; and its army as that of the "Romans" — ■ terms by which the City and people were known in the East, and of which they were proud to claim the tradi- tions. The historic title of the Eastern Roman Emperors 'was " Basileus " {Greek for king); and Basileus, Em- peror, and King, are here used interchangeably, as Basi- lissa, Empress, Queen, and Augusta are used for his Consort. Titles of office and rank are described by modern analogues. The great Cathedral of " Hagia Sophia " {now the Mosque of " Aya Sofia ") is here called " The Holy Wisdom." 1 Chapman and Hall, London, Svo, 1904. DRAMATIS PERSONAE CONSTANTINE VII, Porphyrogenitus, Emperor, A.D. 913-959- Romanus, his son, Prince Imperial, afterwards Emperor, A.D. 959-963- NiCEPHORUS PHOCAS, Marshal of the East— afterwards Em- peror, A.D. 963-969. Basil Digenes, Warden of the Eastern Marches, son of a con- verted E?nir, descended from the Prophet, by an Armenian Princess. POLYEUCTUS, Patriarch of Constantinople. ABBOT, Head of the Monastery of Stoudion. Athanasius, a Hermit. BRINGAS, Eunuch, Grand Chamberlain, and President of the Council. John Zimisces, General of the Army, afterwards Emperor. BOURTZES, Gene?-al of the Army which captured Antioch. Sisinnios, Chief of the Senate. Theophylact, Chief Secretary, afterwards Grand Chamberlain. Nicetas, Secretary to Emperor Nicephorus Phocas. Aaron-Ben-Ammon, an Astrologer. Eros, a Boy lyrist, with a song. Empress, Aged wife of ' Constantine VII. Princess Agatha, Her daughter, in love with Basil Digenes. PRINCESS Zoe, second daughter, betrothed to John Zimisces. Theophano, formerly A nastaso, a Greek from Sparta, married to Prince Romanus, afterwards wife of Nicephorus Phocas, Empress A.D. 959-969. Courtiers, Lords and Ladies in waiting, guards, acolytes, monks, choristers, messengers, Nubian mutes, etc. Scene: The Sacred Palace of Constantinople. Time: Tenth Century, A.D. 959-969. '^NICEPHORUS ACT I. SCENE I: An open Court, on a terrace, in the Palace of Constantinople in the tenth century. Early Byzan- tine architecture as described in -works of Labarte, Sahenberg, etc, and in " Theophauo." A Fountain. Rich marbles, mosaics, gilding, tapestries. Flowers and shrubs round fountain. An alcove with divans. At back a view of the Sea of Marmora and the Princes Islands. Doidde doors right and left. At sentry Varangian axe-bearers in gilt corslets and greaves. Round door at right are grouped lords in waiting, silentiaries or ushers, etc. Round door at left are ladies in waiting, eunuchs, at- tendants. Attendants hold beautiful pet dogs, a borzoi, parrots, all the accessories of a luxurious Oriental palace. The lords and ladies converse^ play light games, flirt, and make merry. A boy in fanciful Greek attire with a lyre sings a snatch from Ana c re on. Song. / thought of Atreus 1 sons to sing, 1 thought to hymn the Thebau king- Hut now my fingers only move My lyre to sound soft songs — of love! ACT I. / changed the strings, to make my lay The feats ofHercles, as men say, But all my efforts fruitless prove To sing of anything — but Love! [ The lords and ladies applaud. Girls kiss the boy. He draws to the back. Enter, right, LORD SlSINNIOS, Chief of the Senate. Enter, left, Lord Theophylact, Chief Secretary to Grand CJiamberlain. They salute with elaborate courtesies. Sis. | AIL, Lord Theophylact! How fares his Grace? % Theoph. Illustrious Senator! Our gracious Sovereign, Born-i'-the-Purple, draws to his end, we fear, In the Porphyry Chamber — where his life began! Sis. And his gay and gallant heir, the Prince Romanus? [THEOPHYLACT draws the Senator aside. Theoph. Gallant and gay! — still cares for naught on earth Save sport and revels Sis. [Aside ^Theophylact.] Ah! all this bodes ill! Theoph. Hush! hush! my Lord — the days seem darkening round us, Big with the fate of this Imperial House! Sis. Will not our beauteous Princess win her Lord Back to the Court, whilst perils gird the realm, And life ebbs from his venerable sire? Theoph. [Aloud to the courtiers.] Our Princess is all beauty, joy, and love — Athene, Juno, Venus — joined in one Imperial majesty — outshines all queens! This Golden Palace never saw such glories! 9 ACT I. A Paris — an Adonis — would be welcomed — Perhaps a Hercules! Gray-bearded Mentors Would find no place. [ With sarcasm. Eh! ladies, speak I truth? {The ladies laugh merrily and salute the Senator with mock courtesies. SlSINNIOS raises his hand in despair and exit. Ladies call for "Eros"/ Boy comes forward again. ^SONG BY BOY EROS. So, all you heroes, now farewell! Whose deeds of war the poets tell ! Heroic deeds fit not my lute — To all but love my voice is mute ! — 'Tis love that cheers the Gods above — And I can sing of naught — but Love! {Lords and ladies applaud. Bugle sounds without. Guards present arms as enter BASIL DiGENES, Lord Warden of the Eastern Marches, in splendid uniform. He is received with great ceremony by all. Courtesies are exchanged between the Lord Warden and the Secretary, Theophylact. Basil. Lord Privy Seal, I bring you courtly greet- ings From the illustrious Marshal of the East, My chief ! — I have matter for your private ear! [TlIEOPHYLACT signals to all present to -with- draw, which with formal salaams they do, leaving only a guard at each door. The two re/ire to an alcove, from time /<> time seated. Theoph. Lord Warden, speak! 1 wait the Marshal's bidding. The times bode ill! The royal sands run low. ACT I. IO Basil. We on the Asian frontier live in the saddle, In ceaseless battle with the Moslem hordes. I doubt if in the Capital you men Of peace and policy know all the needs Which compass us : — arms, stores, new mounts, good men! 'Fore all — a heaven-born general at the front! Theoph. Lord Warden! — we have you! [Unctuously. Basil. A truce to jests! A soldier has poor skill in the arts of Court. I am sent to warn you — how this realm 's beset On East and West — on North and South. The hour Has come to brace the manhood of the Empire In a last death grapple with the Infidel ! As Old Rome fell beneath the Goths and Vandals New Rome may fall before the Hagarenes! Theoph. Our Prince Imperial is all youth and valour. Basil. Valour at Polo — or to chase the boar — Youth gay enough — to fascinate Court beauties! Rome needs a man — a soldier — aye!— a hero! Theoph. Your hero is? Basil. The Marshal of the East, Nicephorus, of the ancient race of Phocas! Theoph. [Satirically.] Our Basileus to be! — your soldiers' choice? — You come as herald to proclaim his reign? Basil. Your palace wit, my Lord, is lost on me — A plain, blunt man — who speaks for plain, blunt men. Nicephorus Phocas is the Army's choice For war — not Empire. If Rome casts him forth, Rome's sun of glory sinks — sinks down for ever! Th' Alcoran triumphs — and the Cross is lost! Theoph. [Gaily. ,] Treason! Lord Warden, I scent treason here 'Gainst Rome's young heir — the valiant Prince Ro- manus I I ACT I. And his superb Princess Theophano! Basil. May your superb Princess not ruin all- Husband and Father — Dynasty and Realm! TheopJi. She queens it over all — as brave as beauti- ful— As politic as she is brave! — No minister Her match in statecraft — no man, young or old, But melts before her glances and her smiles! Basil. Ho! ho! I knew her too in those old days — The lovely tavern wench across the lake — Who saved o'ur Prince's life — bound up the gash Cut by the boar's tusk! Oh! — Anastaso, The old Greek's daughter — born (said he) at Sparta- Sprung from Lycurgus! — had a face and form Such as the Gods above (in Homer's lay) Fashioned to make a king's son mad with love — To muster fleets and armies — ruin realms! Would she had mated some Bithynian yeoman And bred stout troopers for my frontier guard ! Theoph. \_In alarm.'] By all the Saints, my Lord, forbear such words! — Such awful heresies — in this Sacred Palace! — This city would be a waste — a charnel house Without our young Lord's frolics — my Lady's smiles! Fie! fie! Lord Warden, this from you! — for whom Court gossip tells, the Princess Agatha Is wont to blush, when harpers chant the deeds Of our Achilles of the Fastern Marches! [He boivs ceremoniously. You have timed well your journey to our Court! — Great things await us all — perchance wait you! — \_He bows again. Basil. [Abruptly^ Tush ! I am a soldier — the old Emir's son — 1 read no riddles — play no courtly game. My business is to crave his Majesty Would grant full hearing to my Chief, the Marshal. Obtain this audience — seek the Chamberlain! ACT I. 12 Theoph. I haste to meet the mighty Marshal's wish ! We are all ears — to hear your terrible hero! [Satirically.] Remind him how the Graces rule it here! This Sublime Court is no rude trooper's camp! Curtain. SCENE II: The Throne-room of the Sacred Palace — a gorgeous hall with domes of mosaic work — the throne of silver gilt — Ikons of Saints and Apostles on the walls and rich tapestries on floor and en- trances. The Royal entrance in coitre, the Em- press s apartments on right doorzvay, the Court entrance on left doorway. Guards at entrance. Emperor Constantine VII (Bom-in-the-Pur- ple), old, infirm, nervously prostrated, is borne in in a carrying-chair, and assisted to a low couch be- low the Throne. He is attended by Chamberlaiiis, Gold Stick, Ushers, attendants, etc. A Chamber- lain enters with ceremonious reverence. Chamberlain. IS HOLINESS the Patriarch, and Council, Crave urgent audience of your Majesty! {The EMPEROR feebly nods his consent. His suite group themselves round him for a state audience. The Patriarch, Bringas and Council enter. Patriarch. Great King ! we servants of the King of kings Bring to thy throne our sorrows and our fears. This ancient Empire is become the toy Of lewd and frivolous men. The wealth that erst 13 ACT I. Fed hosts, built ships, beat back the Hagarene, Is squandered now in riot, waste, and vice. Thy heir, who soon will stand above all law, Master of all — not master of himself — Nor master of his spouse — is ever chief Commander of the revels — fills the city With most unholy orgies, mummers, lusts, And tempts God's vengeance. [EMPEROR has listened in agony and shrinking. Emperor. Holy Father, spare me ! Wring not a broken heart! — Patriarch, -x The Lord thy God, I warn thee, King, hath spoken by my voice — Even as the Prophet Samuel spoke to Saul — Those who reject the word of the most High He will reject from being king. This day The Lord hath rent thy kingdom from thy seed, Giving it to one better than thou or thine! [Emperor cowers in horror. Emperor. In mercy speak! — What dost thou counsel? — Patriarch. Ask Counsel of statesmen. We, the priests of God, Foretell God's wrath. We meddle not with State, Or earthly policy — Emperor. How could I curb My son, my heir, Born-in-the-Purple? Bid him Part from the bride I gave him? — Patriarch. Fatal gift! She is the evil spirit of thy house — Destined to ruin thee and thine, O King — Destined to ruin Rome. Put her away, In care of Holy Church, a cloistered nun, — Or fall with all thy realm ! Basileus, I go To pray in the Holy Wisdom for God's light. Seek earthly wisdom from thy counsellors. [PATRIARCH signals to his acolytes, who bear his crucifix before him as he points to the ikon of CJirist and withdraws. ACT T. H Emperor. [In tears and confusion.] How have I merited this doom ! I trained My son from childhood to his great estate In precepts of behaviour — made him codes Of royal ceremony! Speak! ye chosen Lords of my Privy Council ! First in rank, And first in wisdom, nearest to ourselves, Lord Bringas, what dost counsel to thy King? Bring-as, Grand Chamberlain. Tis not for us, lay servants of your Grace, To charge with sins the hopeful heir of Rome. Never was Prince so born for joy and love! Sire, youth is ever wild, gay, amorous, And Princes Born-i'-the-Purple ever dazzle The Court with wanton fancies, ere the hour Has struck to seat them on this world-wide throne. Much less could we presume to taint with breath Of rude insinuation the great name Of her whose regal beauty gilds anew This Golden Palace. Sire, our watchful care Broods o'er the State. Its perils and its needs Lie far abroad — not here. Our frontier lands Are torn and wasted by a swarm of foes, And foremost is the Infidel horde which drains Our people — claiming even Rome as theirs, In the name of the False Prophet of Hagar's tribe. Sire, we must crush them — or be crushed by them! Emperor. How crush them ? Have not armies, leaders, fleets, Gone forth in vain? What yet remains to arm? What have we more? Bringas. We have a matchless Chief, The heroic Phocas — Marshal of the East — Sprung from the fighting race of ancient Bardas, — Our greatest soldier since Justinian's age, When Belisarius smote the Vandal, Goth, Bulgar, and Teuton; when blazed forth anew Eternal Rome. Emperor. Have we not all these years 15 ACT I. Heaped on the Marshal honours, riches, lands? What can we give him more? Bringas. Give ample powers To raise new armies, to exact supplies, To summon men and tribute for his needs, With sovereign rights in Asia — Emperor. Give him my crown? Give him my son's inheritance, our all, Power to thrust forth me and mine from hence, Dethrone, imprison, blind, or torture us, — Pamper him into treason? — Bringas. „ God forbid! Sire, we bring no unripe or treacherous counsel. Limit these powers to his own command In distant Themes. This side the river Halys The Marshal is no more than any subject. But Phocas bears a soul of honour, troth, And chivalrous loyalty. The Archangel's self Might turn a traitorous sword upon his God Ere Phocas played the traitor to his King. There lives but one man who can save thy realm — Trust him with plenary powers! Emperor. Are all agreed? Can we with prudence delegate such powers? [ The Councillors signify their assent. We see no other hope. We yield. So be it! Summon the Chief! This day shall see him girt With the best half of our Imperial robe. Pray God it tempt him not to seize the whole. Bringas. The Marshal, Sire, hath come to us in council — Craves solemn audience of your Grace, and waits, With his lieutenant, leave to approach the throne. Emperor. Escort him to our presence, and in his honour Summon her Majesty to grace our Court With all our daughters. This illustrious Chief Shall find high welcome from the imperial throne, And marching to this Holy War shall bear ACT I. 1 6 A royal blessing from the House of Basil. [Emperor sinks back from the effort of this speech. I am faint — and sick to death — the loving care Of wife and children yet may give me strength To bear this last strain on my ebbing life. [Procession of Chamberlains, lords and ladies of honour, who ceremoniously introduce the EMPRESS and her daughters. Empress. O my dear Lord, have not the cares of state O'erburdened thy too wearied frame? Forbear To tax thy anxious soul with more, withdraw To rest, and let our Agatha refresh Thy spirit with her voice and song. Agatha. My dearest father, hear our prayers, and leave State troubles to the wisdom of these lords. Emperor. A Caesar knows not rest. These fifty years Have I borne all the Purple Mantle covers [Faintly.'] Of toil — and I will bear it — to the end. Enter PRINCESS THEOPHANO, with more brilliant cos- tume and larger suite than the EMPRESS. TheopJiano. Spoken like Caesar's self! He who is robed In Purple must endure the Purple life. Nay, my imperial father, 'twere not wise To grasp a diadem so burdensome. Call forth some younger arm to charioteer This foremost car in the World's Hippodrome. Eternal Rome 's not yet degenerate ; She still can breed a man — a warlike chief, To rouse new echoes from the silent tombs, And summon forth the shades of those who sleep. That terrible hero — Marshal of the East — 17 ACT I. Waits at the Gate of Bronze. We come to greet This far-renowned warrior. Nay, men say His young lieutenant has a fame as bright, And, if my eyes tell true, his outward man Befits a hero better! Ah! do I note A blush upon my sister's virgin cheek? [To AGATHA.] True! — gracious ladies owe their sweetest smile To heroes who march forth to champion them. Summon these generals, Sire, and as you pour Majestic greetings from the Sacred Throne, We women cart bestow admiring love! Emperor. 'Twere better had your husband come with you ! Theo. The Prince Romanus, disinherited From cares of state, debarred all part in war, Seeks a man's pleasures, and now roams the woods A votary of War's school — chasing big game. Emperor. Peace, daughter — Ladies, see! — The Mar- shal comes. [Bugle sounds without — Guards present arms. The Chamberlains and Ushers salaam. Enter NlCEPHORUS PHOCAS in splendid armour, ac- companied by Basil DiGENES and his staff. They prostrate themselves before the EMPEROR. Nicephorus. The army of the East through me salutes The Majesty of Rome! I come to warn Our Sovereign Lord in what dire peril stand Our Orient Themes. The fierce insatiate hosts Who worship the False Prophet hem us round For ever closer, thirsting for the blood Of Christ's own people, hungering for the spoil Of this thy realm. Call forth new levies, arm The whole Armenian race. Pour treasure forth With a.i ungrudging hand. The Archangel holds This day the balance on a razor edge B ACT I. 1 8 Charged with the fate of Rome and of Christ's Church. [EMPEROR calls BRINGAS to his side and con- fers with J dm. Emperor. Most valiant Marshal, we approve your suit, Naming you, East of Rome, our second self, Its autocrat in all but style. But mark ! Thy head must answer for thy loyal faith, To us and to our son — Niceph. [Proudly.] My heart doth answer. My head, my life, was ever yours, my Liege. Was ever son of Phocas false to son Of royal Basil, founder of thy house? Could I, from childhood dedicate to Christ, Stamped with the Cross these forty years, forsake The path of honour to pollute my soul With the base truckling of a traitor's arts! Emperor. Valiant Nicephorus, our sires oft trusted Th' approved fealty of thy loyal race. We know the immaculate honour of thy service To us and ours. I ask what future term Dost forecast for this never-ending war? Is our whole life to form one bootless strife? Is there no hope for Peace? — Niceph. [Breaking in fiercely.] For peace with Hell? For peace between the fierce cub whelped of Hagar, (Rather the jackal bred in those Syrian sands) And God's own lambs! No! Sire, no peace can be Till they — or we — have fallen. By heaven's mercy Peace might be won at last through blood and sweat, If Christian people trusted in their Christ, If Roman soldiers fought as did Old Rome. [ 7 he Marshal steps forward and bursts into a rhapsody. A voice from heaven fills my prophetic soul! I see the Cross uplifted in the sky, 19 ACT I. Marching in front of our victorious spears; I see these Bedouins forced back panic-struck To the devil-haunted sands wherein they lurk. I see the hallowed tombs, in which our sires Once shrined the saints, the pilgrim-trodden spots Marked with Christ's foot-prints, once again re- stored To his life-giving rites, swept clean from sin, Purged from pollution and re-consecrate. Then, conquering step by step the Holy Land — Even as Elijah smote the priests of Baal — We win once more the sepulchre of Christ, And plant the Cross high o'er Jerusalem! [He returns to the foot of the throne. My liege, this is my forecast — Emperor. [Roused to enthusiasm.'] In God's name, — " Go forth with this and Conquer''' — even as he, First Constantine of this our Christian realm, Beat down the rebel heathen, made the Cross The mystic symbol of eternal Rome. Marshal, the Archangel's self blesses thy sword. The Virgin Mother of God inspires thy soul With high prophetic vision! Theo. [Intervening before the Queen.] Glorious Chief! On earth a gracious Princess blesses thee! Aglow with admiration, trust, and hope, — Mother of Caesars yet to be — she promises A boundless welcome in thy day of triumph! March forth to conquer all our foes abroad, Then come to conquer all our hearts at home ! [TllEOPHANO smiles and directs lie r blandish- ments at NlCEPHORUS. He is visibly sur- prised, and at length confused. Niceph. \To the EMPEROR.] Most August Autocrat of Rome, I go To do thy charge, to work the work of Christ. [To the EMPRESS.] Gracious Augusta, fair Princesses, take ACT I. 20 My homage. The proud message that I bear Lies deep within my heart — whilst life endures. [Exit NlCEPHORUS and Staff. THEOPHANO watching him with admiration. Scene III : The Sacred Bed-chamber of the Em- peror. He is borne in by the Cubiculars and laid on a couch. The EMPRESS and her four daughters surround him. Physicians and domestics of the Chamber wait in attendance. Emperor {faintly). |§ONSORT beloved, dear children — I wax faint — This day hath ravelled out my tangled life: And sucked the last drop from my shrunken veins. Would that my last hours might retrieve the rest! Too late, I see the gathering storms around. Agatha. Father, will you not sleep? Emperor. Daughter, I am passing To sleep eternal. Summon the Father Abbot To speed a sinner from this world of trouble. Empress. Dear lord and father, life is not for us When thou hast left us. Emperor. [Wandering in mind.] Nay, I leave our son, Strong, beautiful Romanus — Would he were here, So he might take to heart my dying charge, When he is Caesar, called to rule in Rome — Comfort his widowed mother — cherish his sisters. Empress. Ah! but will she, the Greek, the insatiate one Who rules the Prince, comfort or cherish us, When he rules Rome? She bends the strongest men, 21 ACT I. Us women she will break — Emperor. O God, forgive A father's weakness! — Haste — or I die unshriven! [ The physicians and attendants apply restora- tives to the sick man. Enter the ABBOT of 'the Stoudion with acolytes, bearing the host. Come, Reverend Father, hear in penitence A king, the humblest of his people now, Who bares his soul before the throne of Mercy! Abbot. Here I bring Him who cleanseth with His blood All whose confession is accounted meet. God's mercy ever hears when man repents: And Holy Church pronounceth him absolved. [The Abbot hears the Emperor's confession in dumb show — administers the Sacra- ments, the last rites, the family gathering round the couch. The ABBOT withdraws to the chamber altar — on right. The EMPRESS and daughters kneel and pray. — on left. A very low chant {accom- panied), etc. Emperor. [In broken words, zvandering i/i mind.] Farewell! dear wife! — dear daughters trust in Christ. Mother of God! — watch o'er these tender ones ! — Romanus! — son! — I charge thee — guard thy mother — These thy sweet sisters! — let not that woman come 'Twixt thee and them! — Pity! — Mercy! — Mary ! — Save them — save me — Forgive a sinner — Christ! [Emperor dies. The physician gives the signal that all is over. EMPRESS and P RI NCESSES kneel sobbing. Thi : ABB OT rises from the altar — approaches the dead raising the crucifix and calls out— Abbot. Go forth from hence, O king, the King of kings, ACT I. 22 The Lord of lords, hath called thee to His presence. Henceforth thy throne is with the Saints in Heaven ! [The ABBOT and his acolytes solemnly with- draw. A loud wail from the PRIN- CESSES. The Empress faints. Attend- ants surround her. Agatha. Our mother faints — Help! there! she breathes again. Now lift her to this litter — bear her back To her own couch within the Purple — [As the EMPRESS is being borne out, THEO- PIIANO enters with her chamberlains and eunuchs. She bars the way. Theo. Hold ! Hold! I command. Move not a step this way! I am the Empress here! No widow shares With me the Imperial couch i' the Purple Hall. Rome has one Basileus, my lord — Romanus, One Basilissa — her name Theophano. The Constantine deceased will sleep in peace With all dead Emperors. Bear his body hence, Prepare it for entombment. The departed Give no commands. Obey your living Lord, Or ye are like to be numbered with the dead! [The attendants do homage and bear away the dead EMPEROR. As to the widow here — who seems more fit To follow her departed spouse, prepare Such lodging as the Imperial relict keeps Until she passes to the blessed Cloister There to pray out her widowhood. — Agatha. O God! Dost hear this outrage! Virgin Mother, hear How savagely a woman can treat women! — How daughter can stab mother! — how the wife Of that mother's son can teach him matricide! Woman — or fiend — monster unsexed — tyrant! Know that we yield not! nor shall our mother pass To the cloister — where they wear out life in death ! 23 ACT I. Theo. Child! cease this raving. You are but a slender girl To play the tragedy-queen. Agatha. Why! who art thou To mock an Emperor's child, the Empress Mother, Mock us — the Purple-born — whose home from birth Hath been our father's Palace, whilst thy home Was the tavern over sea — Theo. Rail on, this Palace By right divine is ours. And we, its lords, Endure no traitors here — no scolds ! — Enough ! At dawn you -take the veil— you and the widow! — To night withdraw — and pray the Mother of God To chasten your proud heart — and cleanse your tongue. Agatha. Woman! this shall not be. Hark! we ap- peal To our good brother, Romanus. He will not scorn His father's dying charge — Theo . [Mocking bitterly.'] Appeal ! appeal ! Will his dead father oust his living wife? Will a girl's cries outweigh an Empire's need? The dynasty of Basil shall not breed Treason within its house — rivals to wreck Its throne — pretenders — lovers of the women Who once aspired to reign — who yet aspire To seat their darling on the Golden Throne — Their misbegotten darling on the throne Of all the Constantines! — She blushes now! Girl, have I pierced your secret? It concerns The peace of Rome that your proud head be veiled ! Lest civil wars and courtiers' treason rend Our realm. 'Tis best, girls Purple - born, should watch In silence, meekly pray the Virgin-born, And the Virgin-Mother to bless our godly people, [Mocking.] Confound our foes, and give us peace with all! Agatha. Monster of perfidy! Thou hypocrite ACT I. 24 Who durst appeal to Christ! Hear us, Mary! Soften our brother's heart. Ah! see! — he comes! [ROMAN US rushes in in hunting-garb, travel- stained, in haste and confusion. Romanus. Too late! — too late! — Oh! I have hast- ened back To find my father borne forth to his tomb, To find my mother fainting — sisters wan With tears and shrieks — Theo. To find thyself a king! Put on the King thou art! Put off the Prince Who toyed and fluttered round this Golden Court. Romanus, thou art Rome! Remember all Her thousand years of glory. Thou hast wife To care for, sons to be bred up to rule. The dead should bury their own dead in peace! [Dowager EMPRESS revives. Empress. {Turning to ROMANUS.] My son, fulfil thy father's dying charge! Succour thy mother in her sorrow, guard, Cherish thy sisters — Drive them not from hence — Leave us to mourn where we were born and bred. Agatha. Brother, canst thou in thy first hour of reign Consign thy mother to a living tomb? — Devote thy sisters to a cloister — us Who played with thee in infancy? — who oft Covered thy misdeeds — soothed our father's wrath? Wilt doom us to the solitary life, Filling this house with tears— so thy new reign Shall seethe with indignation? Romanus. No! Beloved Mother and Sisters, No! This must not be! Fear nothing — Leave us now — All this concerns Our Council and the State, — high policy — [Hesitating^ Perchance the Church of Christ — Trust me — We must Consult our Council and these holy men. Theo. Take counsel rather with thy loving wife! 25 ACT I. She bore and bred the sons, whose hopes of crown Thou wouldst fling to a scheming girl and the false crew Who ever plot thy ruin — and my death. Choose between them and me — Romanns. O wife adored! Could I deny thee ought in this first hour Of our imperial reign? What were this throne Without thee? Spare me yet a mother's doom — A sister's agony — a dead father's curse! Spare me this, dearest — Theo. Choose 'twixt them and me! Fill thy great office— or see me no more! Consign them to the cloister, as is wont, The ancient law of Rome — If not — I go Hence to end life the Bride of Christ — no bride Of a craven Caesar! This palace cannot brook Two empresses — rival imperial thrones. Choose them — or me. Choose Holy Church — or them. Can a widow's tears, a passionate girl's defiance Outweigh wife's love, Rome's peace, the will of God? Dow. Empress. Son! — Agatha. Brother ! Theo. Husband! father! Lord of Rome! Choose — or farewell — be this our last embrace! [THEOPHANO embraces ROMANUS and clings to him. Mother and Daughters shriek. Enter the ABBOT of the Stoudion with acolytes. Abbot. Hail, Basileus. Long years! and glorious reign Be thine! — The Triune God establish thee! Exalt thy dynasty — confound its foes! Most godly scion of thy pious line, Canst thou inaugurate thy auspicious rule With sacrilege that works its curse on kings? These royal ladies — brides of Christ elect — ACT T. 26 Are consecrated to the celibate life — I claim them for our Lord! Theo. Now Church and State Join voice with loving wife ! Put off the Prince — The gay, soft Prince, who gave so much for love — Who loved so many — but hath loved me best — Put off the darling — be the stalwart King! [Roman US yields — he signals to the attend- ants, who seize the PRINCESSES. They struggle to reach ROMANUS and fall at his feet. The Abbot interposes. He plants the Crucifix between them and their brother. The women are borne off amidst cries. TllEOPHANO embraces ROMANUS, who sinks down distracted with doubt and grief THEOPHANO stands erect, radiant, and triumphant. Curtain. End of Act I. ACT II SCENE I* A small and plain apartment in the Palace, used as a prison for the PRINCESSES, about to be forced to take the veil. PRINCESSES AGATHA and ZOE, both in conventual robes, and in great de- jection. Zoe. *\<\<7> |EAREST sister, be persuaded by us. Our Mother, and Anna and Theodora, have yielded to the Imperial order, and already have a less cruel life. Follow our example and submit to be consecrated the bride of Christ! Agatha. Never! I will die sooner than yield. Zoe. It is not death that you must fear — or only death after a long season of persecution and suffering. The new Empress is a terrible woman to those who oppose her. But she is too politic to risk the popular outcry by such an act as our death. Agatha. Sister, she is terrible to all women— aye, and to all men. Her love is more dangerous than her hate. She will find that Agatha will never yield to Theophano. Zoe. Let Agatha yield to Holy Church! — to the Mother of God! — let her yield to Christ — accept him as her Virgin Spouse in Heaven. Agatha. Agatha will never live to be the Spouse of any — in Heaven — nor on earth! I will not breathe God's air and live as a living lie ACT IT. 28 [ZOE in tears withdraws. An ATTENDANT announces a Priest instructed by the ABBOT to hear the confession of the Lady Agatha. Attendant. The father confessor attends. Agatha. I have summoned no confessor. I have no confession to make. Enter BASIL DlGENES, disguised as a priest — concealed in his cozvl. Basil. My daughter, I have come to prepare you for the ceremony of to-morrow. None may hear [Looks round] your confession, nor my absolution. Agatha. None hears us, we are alone. I make no confession. Nothing shall force me to utter a false vow. I shall not profane the Holy Name ! Basil. Royal lady, have you then made a vow that you will never be a bride — neither in heaven — nor on earth ? Agatha. Father, what are my earthly vows to the Church— or to thee ? 'Tis enough for a priest to know that I make no false vow to God. Basil. [Throwing off the cozul.] Royal lady, thy vows, thy thoughts, thy feelings are all in all to me. I am here risking life and limb in this disguise to save you — to help you — to rescue you ! Agatha. Ah ! I fear, to destroy us both ! Basil. Trust me — This very night I will contrive your escape from this prison. I have sure friends round you here. They will help you to descend from this window into my boat below, where I will have stout rowers who will carry you by dawn to the castle of my sister, the Lady Comnena, in the Prince's Islands, whence even the Basilissa will not dare to seize you. Can you trust me — Agatha? Agatha. Noble Prince — I trust you — but you dare too much ! Basil. Say more than, " trust " ! 29 ACT II. Agatha. Not now ! Basil. I ask nothing now. Know that I am yours in life and in death. Whilst I live, you shall never be forced into a nunnery. It would be death to you — so to end a life that has been joy — goodness — beauty — without shadow on its light. It would be death to me to witness it. Agatha. Basil, Agatha will never be a nun. Basil. Agatha will be forced — or slain ! Agatha, the thought maddens me! Agatha. Noble Basil. Your danger is greater than mine. To be discovered here would be death and tor- ture. I am not worthy to have the most precious life in all Rome's army sacrificed to save a girl from the Cloister. No ! leave me ! delay not a moment ! Put off this disguise, and be thyself! I will wear none. A daughter of the Imperial house shall not go masked like a palace mummer, and escape from prison like a runagate slave-girl. Basil. Agatha ! it wrings my heart to hear you ! Agatha. Yet stay ! another hope rises in my mind. The illustrious Marshal of the East, your brother in arms and your beloved Chief, is as generous as he is brave, as just as he is stern. Ask him to bend the pur- pose of my brother, the Basileus. Romanus is kind, but weak — seduced by his wife. Nicephorus might even touch the brain of this obdurate Empress. She is not weak, nor generous, nor kind. But she is politic, deep-thinking, ambitious. Aspiring as she is, she has a woman's tact, insight, instinct. She will shrink from rebuffing the greatest hero of our race — the hope of Rome — the beloved of Rome's last army. Let the Marshal appeal to the Basileus. Basil. Spoken like the daughter of a Caesar ! I will away to the Chief! He has the soul of a saint, the zeal of a martyr to see right done to all who suffer and are oppressed. Agtttha. Go! Basil, urge our instant peril on the Chief. Together, you and he may save me. Alone ACT II. 30 you could only sacrifice yourself. I am too grateful to say more — as yet. Remember! — I shall never be the bride — of Christ ! [Basil falls at her feet and kisses her hand. Curtain. SCENE II: A Hall of audience in the Palace. THEO- PHANO, as Empress in imperial robes, seated on a throne. Lords and ladies in attendance. Theophano. [To the Secretary^ ^HE Marshal of the East, Nicephorus, Seeks audience of his Majesty to crave The imperial blessing" ere he marches forth To meet the Infidel. My Lord still tarries Away in Asia at the chase. Ourselves Will bless the Chief. Perchance a woman's smile, [To the ladies.] The light of his Queen's eyes, the in- spiring sound Of an Empress's voice, may quicken a hero's soul, Give him miraculous force, as well as could An Emperor's own divinity in person. Admit this War-god ! [NICEPHORUS is introduced by a Chamberlain. He bows in homage, then rises and stands apart respectfully and in silence. Most illustrious Marshal, The Basileus still chases his wild boars. The Basilissa then must hear thy suit, Vouchsafe the imperial blessing, wish God speed To all thy host, and glorious triumph home. Niceph. I humbly thank your Grace for this and all Your princely welcome. Know, I come to seek A favour from my Liege — Theo. Speak! noble Chief ! A Phocas can ask naught that Basileus 31 ACT II. Of Rome could e'er deny. Mayhap a favour Granted by a Basilissa — might be felt A sweeter boon! [A pause. NlCEPHORUS still stands silent. Ah! then the favour sought Is not for the public ear? All will withdraw! [Attendants with obeisances leave EMPRESS and Marshal alone. Niceph. Madam, I make bold to trust your Grace will turn A pitying eye on those bereaved ladies Of your Imperial house, whom Church and State Join to consign to solitary life, Forcing their will, and plunging into gloom, All they have known of joy in their father's home. A woman's heart alone can feel how bitter This sentence is: — Theo. A woman's brain can judge How great a peril awaits the house of Basil If it suffers daughters Born-i'-the-Purple, young, Unwed, ambitious, courted, powerful, To dwell beside the throne, to dream, to plot, To be the prize of every traitorous noble Conspiring to the ruin of us and ours. Niceph. Madam, these royal ladies are too pious, Too loyal, and too loving to their brother To plot with traitors : — Theo. Ah, you dare not add — Too loving to their brother's wife and child! They hate and fear us, and would see us dead. Nay, do not frown. 'Tis Holy Church and Throne, Not we, ordain the cloister — the just fate Of widowed empress and of orphan girls Born-i'-the-Purple — born to tempt and lure Each hot adventurous spirit to rebel, Conspire, and overturn this dynasty. Let your Princesses take the veil in peace. Be reconciled with Heaven, as docile brides Of Christ, and they shall find us placable, ACT II. 32 Gracious and kind. Niceph. Might they not find at Court, Some fitting marriage? — some whom all can trust, Loyal and faithful ? Theo. [Mockingly.] Ah! the secret's out! You come to plead your gay lieutenant's suit, To help this gallant to a royal bride! Have we not seen their blushes — and their sighs? — [NlCEPHORUS startsback indignantly. THEO- PHANO mocks him. Nay, my Lord Marshal, there 's no cause for shame, To do a bit of wooing ere you march To crush the Hagarene! The Moslem's Terror Lays by his sword to be a marriage broker! To play the best man to an amorous bridegroom, Perchance to caper at the wedding- feast! [THEOPHANO laughs aloud. NlCEPHORUS proudly turns away in disdain and is about to leave the presence without reply or obeisance. THEOPHANO rushes from her throne — passes rapidly to NlCE- PHORUS, seises his hand and looks into his eyes zvith blandishment. Forgive me, Prince! pardon a woman's jest! We know thee as the saviour of our realm, We know thee, the true hero — one whom God Designed to wear the diadem of Rome (If Virtue were not swallowed up by Birth). Thy glory makes this Golden Throne wax dull As dross and tinsel. Haste to thy camp and drive All enemies before thee — swift return To such a triumph in our Hippodrome As roared around Heraclius' chariot wheels What time he wrung the Cross from miscreant grasp. [NlCEPHORUS turns round solemnly — and starts as if overcome by this outburst. He bows profoundly in silence. Prince, thou hast vanquished us. To such a chief At such a time nothing shall be refused. 33 ACT II. Our mandate shall be cancelled. If this throne Were filled by such as thou art — it were safe From traitors' plots. But whilst a feckless sportsman Reigns in the seat of Basil, danger lurks In every courtier's whisper, in each glance Of every high-born girl. Thus I, who know, Who see, who think — -'tis I who watch and rule. Your suit is granted. Niceph. [In prof ound reverence^ Madam, our humble thanks! Theo. Prince, you can plead so well a lover's suit Methinks it strange you never should have urged Suit of your own. What? never felt the thrill Of woman's hand — a soft, white, tender hand- Within this terrible brawny paw I dread To hold in courtesy? W r hat? never felt The perfume wafted from a woman's breath Fanning your rugged cheek? Has woman's eye [ Violently striking Jus breastplate .] Ne'er pierced the iron mail that guards this breast As 'twere the Archangel Michael keeping watch And ward against the rebel host of Satan? [Pause. All adamant without, all ice within? Is there no man beneath thy warrior corslet? Niceph. [Haughtily.'] Madam, my place is in the field ; 'tis there The true man can be found — not here in court! I am the loyalest soldier of this realm — The loyal servant of my lord — your lord — I go to meet the foes of Rome in arms, Nor care to ape the Palace courtesies Your minions love to air in the sunshine Of your Imperial beauty. Tempt me not to stay One hour here. I am not of the clay That fashions out these minions. Fare thee well! [N ICKI'IIORUS, with a haughty obeisance, with- draws — pride struggling with emotion. THEOPHANO watches him retire. Then she rushes back to the throne and flings C ACT II. 34 herself down on the steps, striking the cushions with passion. Theo. And I — created to bear heroes, born to form A hero, rule a realm, to lead a host, To love a man — am mated with a fribble, A puny gamester — doomed to wear the robes Of tedious ceremony— to endure the round Of infinite prostrations — hear the drone Of infinite doxologies! Tis a Hell, Worse than the cloister of these sexless priests! Why hath God made me apt to rule, to fight, To love, that I waste out a tawdry life, Whilst these grim men march forth to slay and bleed? Curiam. SCENE III : A small, plain apartment in the Palace, as in Scene I, Act II. Agatha and Zoe as before — Attendant waits. Zoe. HAT, still unbending, sister? Do you not dread to face this imperious woman, before whom the most powerful servants of our father quailed? Agatha. Sweet sister, I should dread still more to face our Lord and Master, if I had uttered at his holy altar a vow that I would never mean in my heart to keep. Zoe. Cannot you imagine any beauty — any charm — in the peaceful unworldlinessof a nun's cell? Can you not conceive yourself at any time being happy — con- tented — as a nun? Agatha. Yes, Zoe, there could be conditions under which I should rush to it as my sole consolation and haven of rest. Zoe. What conditions — what events? 35 ACT II. Agatha. If — if — all hope were ended for me — If life promised not one ray of happiness again — Then I should hasten to the convent as a child to its mother's arms. Attendant. The Lord Warden craves instant au- dience. Enter BASIL DlGENES in haste and great elation. He bows and kisses the PRINCESSES' hands. Basil. Joy! Good News! We have won! Princesses, you are saved! The edict is withdrawn — at least, it is postponed. The secretaries have the order in com- mand. Agatha.\ How? By whose means? Did the Mar- Zoe. / shal carrv it? Our brother was it? Or was it — she} Basil. The noble Marshal, who was never yet known to bend his pride to ask a favour, vowed that he would lose not an hour to sue at the foot of the throne, like any fawning courtier of them all. I have never seen him so stirred, even in the stress of battle. Agatha. Was he received by the Basileus? Basil. No! by the Empress. What passed no one knows. She ordered her people away. They were alone. A long and heated audience followed, they say. Zoe. I go to tell my Mother and Theodora the good news. [Exit Zoe. Agatha. W T hat does the Marshal tell you passed? Basil. The Marshal is at all times, you know, as silent, as close, as reserved as the dungeon below this tower. But to-day he was more dumb, and stern, and mysterious than ever yet. He seemed to me savage rather than joyful in his success. He bade me ask no more. Agatha. Ah! The Basilissa made him pay dearly for his triumph! Her words cut like knives. And hi r ACT II. 36 mockery ever sounds to me like the derision of a demon who has won a soul. Basil. But angry as he was, the Marshal saw it done. He carried the order straight to the Great Chamberlain and saw it sealed with the vermilion seal. Agatha. Thanks, noble Basil, how can I show you all I feel? Basil. Agatha, let me speak! Agatha. Basil, — not yet, — some day, — all is still confused and doubtful. Basil. At dawn to-morrow the army starts for the campaign. I am chief of the Marshal's staff. I go on board ship ere the sun has risen. Let me speak one word, Agatha, it may be my last word to you on earth ! Agatha. To-morrow! Oh! to-morrow? — Basil! — Yes! — Speak! Basil. Agatha, I love you — I shall love you while I live. I shall die with your name on my lips. Agatha. Basil, you have saved me — you shall not come back to find me the bride of Christ. I love no one but you — I will be the bride of no one if not yours. Basil. Yet, promise that you will love me, Agatha! Agatha. Basil, I have never loved any man — but you alone — for years — for years! Cur tarn. SCENE IV: The atrium of the great temple of Hagia Sophia. A Coronation procession passes across the stage in front and disappears at the back. As Roman US approaches, the officials bow in profound reverence and the courtiers cry monotonously — " Long years to ourBASlLEUS ! Long live ROMANUS ever victorious ! " N ICEPHORUS takes no part in the ■$J ACT II. procession. He stands moodily apart in the back- ground, clad in his campaigning array and armour, soiled and worn, in marked contrast with the court robes of the officials. He proudly salutes ROMANUS with formal ceremony . The EMPRESS passes, and he salutes her in the most reserved manner, keeping his eyes on the ground. The EMPRESS beckons to him to approach, and the procession halts. NlCE- PHORUS falls at her feet, as she offers him her hand to kiss. She waives the suite aside — so that they two stand practically apart. Theophano. wHAT! most tremendous chief! our god of war! f<\ Our Ares, our last bulwark 'gainst the Hagar- ene, Thou wilt not grace our Coronation feast E'en for a day? Thou stand'st apart in gloom, With looks as sour and robe as dull and soiled As Vulcan's self? — Niceph. No! Feasts are not for me, Nor I for feasts. I am a man of war, A rude and blood-stained soldier. Now I pass To my last fight, but ere I go, I seek The hermit priest to shrive me — Thco. Well ! be shriven By a woman rather ! Let thy Sovereign hear Thy secret sins — and give thee plenary shrift. What! Prince,you frown — nosecretsins? — no thoughts Unspoken ? — no unshapen hopes — or yearnings ? Nictph. Madam, I am full of sin — of hopes — of fears, Suffer me to pass to my confessor — Theo. No ! Thou shalt confess to me — for if thou earnest Before the Mercy Seat with such an aspect Of hatred and defiance — one that frights The Moslem host — the very Saints would shrink At sight of thee. Couldst thou not feign some pleasure ACT II. 38 On this our day of days? Thy Sovereign's voice, Our royal radiance, cannot wring one smile — One "Long Life !" from the noblest of our champions? [NlCEPHORUS stands moody. Answer thy Queen's commands! Art dumb — or deaf? — NicepJi. Madam, I am thy penitent, thy slave— I loncj to die for thee and thine ! — but wear Such gloom and fierce imaginings within, As would ill grace thy court— and shame thy beauty With my " Death's Head " you jest at with your women. Theo. Obey thy Queen, Sir Death's Head, thy con- fessor, And absolute mistress; for thy secret sins — Hide as you would — they are revealed to us. Hear — I give absolution — but enjoin For penance that you duly grace our Court And bear the torment — to behold us crowned, And kiss the hem of our Imperial robe ! [NlCEPHORUS shrinks away gloomily — shaking his head. Well ! if the hem 's too stiff — perchance you might Kiss — our Imperial hand. 'Tis not so hard And hot as thine. 'Tis wont to bathe in perfume But not in blood ! Might it not wash the fury From out this Hercules? Besides — I love A Death's Head monster — surfeited with gems And gewgaws as I am. Perchance one day A glorious Death's Head might support a crown If subtly engineered by woman's art — By woman's —love. What! silent still, my Hercules, Writhing within thy Nessus shirt of fire. Remember, Prince, I am thy mistress here, Confessor, Queen, dear friend, and Counsellor — Go forth to war. Then come in glory back ! [NlCEPHORUS bozvs to the ground, overcome by this address. He snatches blindly at the hem of the Imperial robe to raise it to his lips. THEOPHANO pulls back the robe 39 ACT II. and thrusts her hand to his, bending down over him with smiles. NlCEPHORUS re- mains prostrate and unmoved. Theo- PHANO slowly bids the procession reform and looks caressingly at NlCEPHORUS. SCENE V: Interior of a church. A dark and remote side chapel with altar. Dim lamps burn. NlCE- PHORUS prostrate before an Ikon. Enter the hermit, Athanasius. A thanasius. [ARSHAL, since thou hast summoned me, I come To commune with thee, and I trust to bless Thy going forth, with a new-purged soul. Why art thou here, my son ? why fly the Court On this high day, being thyself so high In honour — and the bulwark of our realm ? Niceph. Father, in Heaven none are counted high, And I, a man of blood, stained as I am In carnage, have no part in courtly revels. Shrive me before I pass from sight of men. I have no stomach for these trivial shows. A than. Why pass from sight? Thou hast a sacred life Safe-guarded by the Virgin-Mother. Thou art So precious to the people of Christ. Fear not An infidel spear — Niceph. Father, I fear no spear, I neither fear, nor hope to die in battle. But I have vowed a vow to the Mother of God That should I come alive through this campaign, Chasing the brood of Hagar to their lair, I take me to a hermit's cell, in peace, In prayer, in solitary thought to pass The bitter dregs of this unhallowed life. ACT II. 40 Athan. My son, thou shalt not break in thy despair The consecrated sword that guards this land. Thou hast no call to the godly life, no gift Of saintly quality. What is thy sin, confess — Open thy soul to God, and let me judge If thou hast mortal sin. What crime, what lust Consumes thee with remorse ? NicepJi. The reek of blood Pollutes my soul and chokes my inmost prayers ; I have lived a life of wrath — Athan. A life of glory ! As God's own warrior. And the voice of God, Revealed through us, still summons thee to war Whilst misbelievers torture God's own people. Niceph. Aye ! — stain my soul with a still deeper dye, Whilst Basileus parades his feats in sport, And Basilissa wreathes her mocking smiles. Athan. Ah! doth she mock thee? Can a woman's tongue Or woman's eyes disturb the valiant spirit Of Rome's great soldier? — What hath stirred thee thus ? NicepJi. Think you that jibes could wound me — the petulance Of a pampered beauty ? No ! 'tis her sport to lure me Back to the Court. That I forswear for ever, For I have sworn to die a tonsured priest. Athan. Priest thou shalt never be! Thou art be- witched ! That woman hath seduced thee to thy sin ? Hide not thy guilt from God ! Niceph. Father, I vow, Touching this holy Ikon, I am pure Of sin with woman, pure as thou thyself, More pure than some who vaunt the virgin life. Athan. Man, thou hast sinned in thought, if not in deed. Thy thoughts lie clear to Heaven, and thy soul 41 ACT II. Is heavy with the conscious thought of lust Rather than deeds of blood. Proud man, beware Thou palter not with God in mid confession — Lay bare thy secret thoughts, desires, and hopes. How art thou tempted? NicepJi. Never have I sinned With woman — never will I sin. — A than Then, why This passion to cast down thy sword, to enter Our holy order? — [NlCEPHORUS throws himself on the ground and writhes in silence. Wilt thou die unshriven? Die in thy sin, hardening thy heart to Christ? [NlCEPHORUS attempts to speak. At last lie stam mers fo rth. Niceph. The Queen enthrals me! — with alternate moods Of scorn— and love — I burn to encounter both — I know not which most thrills me: for her eyes, Whether they shoot forth tenderness or mirth, Scorch up my marrow. — A than. Dost thou dare pollute The ear of God with such unholy words? Get thee from hence to Asia! Haste to meet The enemies of Christ! Put guilty thoughts Behind thee, for they surge up straight from Hell To damn thee. Leave this woman to her wiles. Niceph. Father, whilst I bear office in this Court And serve the Crown, I am her slave, her plaything, The creature of her aims. Death or the tonsure Alone can save me from some shameful fate. Athan. Off to thy camp! Leave her to find a gallant More debonair\ Forget — and be forgotten ! — Niceph. Ah! would I could forget — could tear from out My heart those chords which lacerate and suck My vitals, stinging like a serpent's venom, Filling my arteries with throbbing fire. ACT II. 42 Atlian. Shame on thee for such words! Oft in this seat We listen to this madness of an hour, This devil which goeth forth by prayers and fasts. Niccph. For me is no forgetting. No, nor hope To be forgotten. She hath seen her power. She marks me as her instrument, her arm, To be a new Irene, a Theodora To a new Justinian. 'Tis an aspiring soul, Akin to mine — a warrior Queen, who longs To crush the Moslem — then, to rule o'er Rome A new Semiramis. Akin to me Save in things holy and in love of Christ. Would we had met long years ago — I might Have been her lord and master — not her slave! Athan. Be thy own lord and master! With a soul So steeped in carnal thoughts, thou wouldst pollute Our holy office, turn the Divine Spirit To poison! No! Hermit or priest, my son, Never shalt thou be! 'Tis a craven part To fly for sanctuary to Mother Church, As a mere refuge from foul sin. Arise, And play the warrior in this Sacred War! Abide the layman, and work out thy trust As Marshal of the East — [NiCEPHORUS turns aside in silence. Then — go unshriven! Bear all thy weight of sin, until the Lord Strikes in his wrath! Obey — or drag about A body and soul diseased and unabsolved ! [NiCEPHORUS remains silent. At last he speaks. Niceph. 'Tis ended — and I yield — to Holy Church — Prescribe my penance — I will bear my cross! — Athan. Thy penance is to fight for Christ till death Restore thee to his sight! Now in Christ's name Thou hast full absolution of thy guilt — Thou art committed to his holy keeping. 43 ACT II. Go forth in peace. May Mary prosper thee, Hallowing thy guilty spirit by her grace. Filling thy sword with power! — Nicepli. Father, I go Down to my ruin — to my shame — to death! Cut tain. ACT III. SCENE I: Four years have passed. The Hall of Audi- ence in the Golden Palace. Courtiers enter hurriedly They confer in groups with in great excitement, animation. First Courtier. OURIERS have come from the Far East! 2nd Courtier. The Beacon fire was flaming all last night! 3rd Courtier. They say Syria is entirely won back to us ! 1 st Courtier. They say the Empress herself is coming to read the dispatch to the senators. 2nd Courtier. A hundred thousand Hagarenes are slain ! ^rd Courtier. Fifty thousand are prisoners ! 1st Courtier. I have seen the Chamberlain's Secre- tary: All their cities are captured — enormous booty — trophies taken — sacred relics recovered ! 2nd Courtier. What a glorious triumph it will be in the Hippodrome ! 1st Courtier. I tell you the Marshal is the greatest general Rome has ever had since Belisarius ! 2nd Courtier. He has far surpassed Belisarius — for he has not fallen— he has not been disgraced. 3rd Cou7 r tier. Not yet fallen — eh ! my Lords — not yet? 45 ACT III. 2nd Courtier. And his Empress too — his Theodora — is fond of him ! yd Courtier. Ah ! too fond — eh ! my Lords — too fond? [ The three Courtiers laugh, and confer in dumb show. Enter Princesses Agatha, Zoe, and Theodora, now in royal robes. Agatha. Is this wonderful report really true, My Lords ? Zoe. Do the ministers confirm it as a complete victory ? Theodora. Are the Marshal and his officers safe and unwounded ? Agatha. Has there been special mention of the Lord Warden ? 1st Courtier. Princess, why does not the Basileus himself come ? Agatha. The Basilissa now alone presides at the Council. 1st Courtier. What has become of our Sovereign Romanus ? Agatha. No one knows. He is still in the Bithynian forest. 1st Courtier. [To 2nd Courtier^\ Ah! He met with a Diana there ! 2nd Courtier. [To 1st Courtier.] Diana — was it not Venus ? 1st Courtier. Perhaps he has unveiled a new Goddess of the woods ! 2nd Courtier. Who will bind up his wounds ! 2>rd Courtier. If she does not cause more wounds. Ha! Ha! [The three coitr tiers laugli and gesticulate to- gether. ACT III. 46 First Chamberlain enters. Cham. Silence! make room ! Her Majesty ! Enter {left) THEOPHANO and suite — SENATORS {right). The EMPRESS takes her seat on the throne. SENATORS form round. Theo. Magnates, Patricians, Senators of Rome ! I bring you glorious tidings from the East. Your Lord Romanus — busy still — with boars and cubs — Lingers abroad, and yields to me his office. The invincible Nicephorus, our Marshal With paramount powers — nay, our second self In the Eastern Empire — has won back for Rome — Lost all those ages — our fair Asian lands — Slain myriads of Infidels, has stormed Their proudest forts, sent home enormous booty — Prisoners in droves, whole caravans of beasts — Trophies of war ; and, what will most delight Our people at the triumph in the Hippodrome, He sends, enshrined within a golden casket, The Baptist's Holy Tunic of camel's hair ! [Murmurs of approval, shouts of " Long live the ever-victorious Marshal!" " Holy Coat/" " Saint fohn, the Forerunner!" Here enter the Royal Choir and sing a Te Deum. Glory to God who has given us this triumph! Glory to God who has laid in the dust the children of Hagar! Glory to God zvho has confounded those who mock at the Mother of God! The horse and his rider hath he cast into the sea! The Lord shall reign for ever and ever! {From Handel's " Lsrael in Egypt?) Thco. [Resuming^ Aye ! But hear more ! — a thing indeed more precious 47 ACT III. Than a Holy Coat — even of camel's hair — The Marshal, passing to the heart of Asia Has led a second army through Cilicia, And swooping down from Taurus, like an eagle Has fixed his talons deep in Syria. Thence His beak strikes at Aleppo — that proud rock Which shields the accursed Chamdas from our arms, The impregnable lair from which he boasts to shake Our Rome to its foundations. Nay, we trust Each hour may bring us couriers from the front To tell of supreme victory, announcing The downfall of the Saracen's last stronghold — His citadel dismantled — his Palace burned — His treasures seized— and those blaspheming Mosques And soaring Minarets cast down in dust, Never again to ring with Allah's name. [ Without: cries of " Another Courier!" " Vic- torious Marshal" ! Ah! even now my soul foretells a triumph! [A messenger in rough huntsman's garb, bloodstained, rushes in panting. He flings himself speechless at the EM- PRESS'S/^/. Theo. Speak, slave! Messenger. I dare not! Theo. I command you, speak! Messenger. No! — not in public! — It concerns your- self, Madam, first and foremost. May I speak in private? Theo. That which concerns myself concerns them all. If there be ill news, I can bear to face it In sight of all. I am no weakling girl To hide my griefs in tears. Speak out thy news! Messenger. O dreadful day! 'Tis not from the Marshal I come — but from the Basileus. Theo. \ Interrupting^ Vile slave! Why hast thou sought to scare us? ACT III. 48 Messenger. Terrible Is the news I bring. A wild boar in the chase Hath gored his Majesty — who bleeds to death — And lies unconscious, speechless, in his barge At the Water-Gate. They charged me tell you, Madam, He hath not an hour of life! — [Exclamations of Jwrror and amazement. The Courtiers and Senators gather in groups and gesticulate. Agatha. Our brother! Mary, Mother of Grace, be- friend him! Zoe. Christ ! spare his life ! protect these orphan babes. 1st Courtier. Fate ever dogs the throne of Con- stantine! 2nd Courtier. Heaven help the realm that has an infant king! Theo. Friends, be not too much moved! Perchance the huntsmen Who serve the King are frightened without cause, Even as this caitiff, who seems to lose his wits — His very speech — at sight of blood. His Grace Has met with many a wound — and yet he lives! Be not scared overmuch! Be comforted By our example! Rest as calm as I am. Ourselves will tend my Lord. Meantime rejoice With the great news from Asia — the triumph Of our invincible Nicephorus — Whom God hath raised up as a new Saint George! Curtain. 49 ACT III. ScENE II: A Council Chamber in the Palace — The Lord High Chamberlain, BklNGAS, presides at Council. BRINGAS, the PATRIARCH, Councillors, Attendants, etc.. Bringas. ^Y Lords, seeing that we have duly performed the obsequies of our late Sovereign, Romanus, our August Autocrat, now we trust, with God, we have to inaugurate the throne of his infant son — and secure (I may add) our own authority. As Lord High Chamberlain, I have called this Council to take the needful measures. Patriarch. But the ex-Empress, Theophano, claims to be Regent by her husband's Testament. Bringas. A manifest forgery, Holy Father — a pre- posterous claim ! Patriarch. She insists on her right to preside at this Council! Bringas. Ah, very true! But the recent birth of her youngest infant confines her Majesty — by God's good Providence — Ha! ha! — to her own Imperial Chamber. And when the imperious — hem — I mean Imperial Lady is strong enough to quit it, Holy Father, we trust that Holy Church will see that, in due course of law, her Imperial Grace shall find rest in the pious seclusion of a convent. Sisinnios — First Senator. Will she not refuse? Is she not strong enough to defy us, My Lord? — artful enough to outwit us? — and, we may fear, ambitious enough — to arrest us all? Bringas. For that very reason, we must strike first, My Lord Sisinnios. We must be bold, artful, and ambitious too, if we are to keep our own heads. In politics, Holy Father, the first word is — courage: the second is — swiftness: the third is- — thoroughness. Patriarch. And do not forget to add the cause of God's Church, Lord Chamberlain. D ACT III. 50 Bringas. Quite so, Holy Father! Throne, Church, and People, all are now in danger. They are menaced by the criminal ambition of the Marshal of the East, who has so shamefully betrayed the confidence of our late Sovereign. This upstart soldier — intoxicated, apparently, by the favour of his Master — and I fear we must say — the imprudent blandishments of the ex-Empress — has seduced the giddy populace to welcome him as their idol. Councillors. We hear his name shouted in every street! Bringas. And his soldiers promise him the Purple itself. We hold proofs of a vast conspiracy to pro- claim the Marshal as Basileus. Councillors. Traitor! Rebel! Bringas. The Government, the dynasty, stand on the edge of the abyss. Councillors. Let us make public this evidence! Bringas. In good time, My Lords! Revolution, exile, confiscation, death await us, if we are weak! Councillors. What do you counsel, Lord High Cham- berlain? Bringas. My lords, I propose that we send a per- emptory order, sealed with the vermilion seal of the Empire, forbidding the Marshal from passing West of Cappadocia, under pain of attainder and death. Councillors. Agreed! Agreed! Bringas. Indeed, My Lords, it would be more politic if we secretly named some popular soldier to arrest and supersede so dangerous a man. Time was when a general, suspected of plotting treason, was seized — and had his eyes put out. Methinks it would be sound statesmanship for this realm — loyalty to the infant Basileus — and clearly, My Lords, a wise pre- caution for our own safety — if we signed the order to arrest this conspirator, Nicephorus, and have his eyes put out in prison, as a mere precautionary measure. I have already taken steps to secure his old father, Bardas, and his brother Leo, his accomplice in treason. 5 I ACT III Will the Holy Father sign first the warrant I have had prepared? [Bringas opens the document to the Pa- triarch and Council. Patriarch. But I doubt not the people will rise in insurrection. Bringas. Let them try, Holy Father! We have in the city and camp ten regiments of Macedonian guards and ten regiments of Thracians, who are never so happy as when they have to take charge of a mob of citizens. And our Palace Varangians obey orders from us, and hold no communication with the people, whose very speech they do not know. A few hours of blood-letting: — and, perhaps, the pillage of the houses of popular leaders — ha! ha! — will cool any ardour of the citizens to meddle with affairs of State. Patriarch. But will the Empress, who has her own guard, be so easily cowed? Bringas. The widow — dost say — Holy Father? Remember that she will only leave her sick couch, to which God's mercy confines her, to pass into the care of Holy Church — that is, if Holy Church acts with the zeal, wisdom, and energy — which I know animates this Council. Say I not well, My Lords? [Shouts without — " Long live NlCEPHORUS, ever Victorious! — Zo^/zWNlCEPHORUS, our BASILEUS ! " Bringas. My Lords, you hear the insolence of the mob! I will have the streets cleared by our trusty Thracians! A little blood-letting will cure this folly! Enter NlCEPHORUS in full armour and campaigning costume. COUNCILLORS start up together in dis- may round BRINGAS. Niceph. My Lords! I come to claim release from prison Of my dear father, and my brother Leo — Whom you have foully seized — ACT III. 52 Bringas. Traitor! Rebel! Conspirator! — stand back! — Summon the guard! Ho! Guards there! [A body of Varangian Guards rush in. Seize that man! Cast him in irons! [NlCEPHORUS stands defiant and smiling. He confronts the guard, who hesitate to seize the famous general. Nicephorus. I am no traitor, Eunuch. No ! nor rebel. I am a loyal servant of this realm, Sworn to defend our infant Sovereign's rights. I come to save the Crown ; do lawful homage ; To force the dungeon where my sire is hid. This unsexed crew which battens on the State No longer shall usurp its name and power. Insolent Eunuch! get thee to thy closet! I hold the sword of Rome. Bringas. Guards! seize the Rebel! [ The Varangians advance and almost sur- round Nicephorus. [To the Captain.] Here is your warrant. Have his eyes torn out! Enter THEOPHANO with a strong guard. She is deadly pale and feeble, has fust risen from child- bed. She is in widow's mourning, but sumptuous and graceful. The COUNCIL shrink. The Guards stand, back. TJieo. \Showing a document^ Hold! I command ye! Let not a man stir! Who lays hand on the Marshal dies this day. I am the Regent — named in this Testament Of the late Basileus. In my son's name, I rule here. Listen to our sovereign will. Nicephorus Phocas is the noblest chief Rome ever knew. He has saved the land of Christ, 53 ACT III. Has beaten back the Saracen to his desert And stormed his Capital. Hence, we decree him A supreme Triumph in the Hippodrome, And name him first in office — as in glory. He hath come at our command to do us homage, To guard Us and our Son. Our late Lord Chamberlain, Thy office died with the Basileus deceased. We have named the Marshal — President of Council. Bringas. Madam, by what authority? What warrant Creates you Regent? Theo. [Producing the document^ The last Testa- ment Of our late Basileus — writ with his hand — Sealed with his seal, as here I testify Holding this ikon. Holy Father, answer! Can this so solemn act of state, confirmed By the sacramental oath of Us and these Eye witnesses, be lawfully gainsaid? Patriarch. [Solemnly inspects Testament and accepts oaths of witnesses.] In God's name, Madam, No! All must acknowledge His Majesty's own hand in holograph. We dare not break an Act thus sanctified. The Church accepts your Regency. xAnd we Your servants offer homage to your Grace! [Patriarch and some Councillors do homage to the REGENT. BRINGAS and the rest abruptly zvitlidraw in anger. Theo. The Council is dismissed! The Marshal stays In audience here — to do his wonted homage. [Patriarch, Councillors, Attendants all zvitlidraw with salaams. THEO- riiANO, very pale and exhausted, stands erect. Niceimiorus falls at her knees, prostrating himself and kissing her robe. .Viceph. My Queen, my Saviour, my good angel, who Hast plucked me from destruction as a brand ACT in. 54 From the burning — but for you these eyes which glow With grateful reverence, had been torn from out Their sockets — and these limbs I bow in homage Would rest in some foul jail. To thee I owe Body and soul — my freedom, hope, and life! Theo. \_Very faint and feeble.'] Thou owest me life, and I have risked my own In saving thine. Hope on — for ever higher! What are thy hopes? Henceforth we two must rule This realm of Rome together — side by side — We two are one — [S/ie bends down over him — but is seized with faintness and reels. NlCEPHORUS catches her in Jus arms to prevent her falling. At this moment Bringas pushes back the tapestry behind and points the in- cident to his friends, threatening venge- ance and hostility. NlCEPHORUS {still holding the Regent) turns and sees this gesture of defiance. Loud shouts without — " NlCEPHORUS our BASILEUS." Con- fused sounds without as of street fighting. Curtain. SCENE III: A plain chamber with large ikon of the Madonna — a small oratory with faldstool at side. NlCEPHORUS in penitential garb — dejected — and faint zv ith fasting. Nicephorus. ^OULD all were ended — and my storm-tossed soul Had found its haven! How the thunder- clouds Roll round me, prophesying anarchy, Blind passion, and dishonourable death — 55 ACT III. Crimes piled on crimes — rebellion — a dog's fate — A Phocas stained with treason — my bright sword, Which kept its edge true in a hundred rights, Broken and hacked in some vile palace scuffle ! No ! sheathe it, son of Bardas ! Thou hast wrought The sacred task that Christ appointed thee In boyhood, marching by thy father's side In that first battle with the Infidel. Rome breathes again, and Christendom is saved — Thy mission 's ended — the accursed seed Of Hagar baffled. See thou shed no more blood. [Shouting without. Shout on — " Nicephorus our Basileus " — Troopers and mob ! — call me to rule, who know Nothing but war — as innocent as a child In all this maze of policy and plot ! The murderous crew — rival conspirators — Hate in their eyes, pursue me. Who are they That love me ? — Ah ! doth she love ? — Can she love? — Could she be brought to love? — Is love a light That ever glowed within that untamed soul ? — Is she made high above love — as the Sun Warms, cheers, inspires — scorches and withers men ? Crush out, my soul, this snake of love which eats Thy heart, even though thy heart burst. I am her tool— Her slave — her plaything ! Mary, give me strength [Sinks on the stool gazing at the ikon. To tear love from my entrails ! Make me thine ! Stainless — entirely thine ! Give me a cell In the rock of Athos — there in penitence To wash my blood-stained soul from all its guilt — To end my life in sweetness, peace, and love — That saintly love which lifts us up from earth, Opening our sight to God's great mysteries. [In ecstasy.'] Yea ! I behold thee, holy Mother of God, Smile on me from thy throne ! — yea, summon me, ACT III. 56 To join those blessed Dead, who, casting off The gross encumbrance of this carnal life For ever chant hosannas to our Lord ! Enter BASIL DlGENES in great excitement. Basil. Marshal ! — the city is breaking out into in- surrection ! Armed bands are parading the streets shouting [Spoken rapidly.'] "Death to the Eunuch !"■-" Nice- phorus our Basileus !" Niceph. The Palace Guard will restore order — and his Eminence ! Basil. There will be a bloody fight ! Nothing can avert civil war, unless you take the Crown they offer you. Niceph. Tell them I am now a hermit — retired from the world to my cell in the mountain. Basil. The Council have dispatched a strong guard to arrest you. They will seize you — torture you — kill you. Niceph. A Phocas chooses death — rather than treason. Enter in great excitement GENERALS JOHN ZlMlSCES and BOURTZES. Zim. Marshal ! The army is breaking out into mutiny! They are calling out for the " Marshal of the East"! Bourtzes. We cannot control them. In an hour they will storm the Palace, and proclaim a Basileus of then- own. Niceph. Let them proclaim John Zimisces — not me. Bourtses. But the Senate and the People will not have John. Zim. They do not know me. They all love you ! Niceph. The whole Army adores John ! Zim. If the Army choose a Basileus of their own 57 ACT III. we shall have to crown him in streets running blood, marching over the corpses of the mob! Bourtzes. And next day, perhaps, we shall be fight- ing amongst ourselves. There is but one man whom Army and City equally adore — the Marshal of the East. NicepJi. There is no Marshal of the East. He who once was the Marshal is about to be buried in the cell of the hermit — known as Father Zachariah! Zim. Then he will soon be buried in his grave. Or it may be, flung into the sea — like a dead dog. Both. Marshal, do you reject our offer of the crown ? Niceph. The Hermit Zachariah seeks no crown — but the crown of glory amongst the saints above. Zim. Then the Saints will have to give him a new head to wear it — for he will soon have none on his own shoulders. Bourtzes. [To Zimisces.] General! let us go back. It is perilous to leave our men at the boiling point. We can do no more with this candidate for holy martyr- dom. [Exeunt Zimisces and Bourtzes. Basil. Marshal! can nothing move you? [NlCEPHORUS silently signifies refusal. Exit Basil. Niceph. [Falling back on his stool beneath the ikon of the Madonna.] Mother of God! who from thy im- maculate throne Seest with sad eyes the stormy ways of men, Vouchsafe thy intercession ! Prone in dust I ask forgiveness for a life of blood — Casting off earthly passions and desires. Fill me with grace! Confirm my weak resolves To spurn the garish temptings of this world— To dedicate my dregs of life to God — And — oh! — more agonizing than ten deaths— To tear that last hope from my tortured heart And purge impurity from this crushed soul! ACT III. 58 Enter TliEOPHANO together with the PATRIARCH. Theo. [Spoken hurriedly.'] Nicephorus, thou hast not an hour to live If thou stay here. The Council even now Sign thy death-warrant: I saw the palace guard March out to seize thee! Nieeph. Whither could I go? Am I a runaway slave? — Theo. The Holy Father— Whom I have summoned — comes to offer thee Inviolate sanctuary. Patriarch. To end this strife And save the State, we take thee to God's altar And baulk your murderous foes. But thou must yield To the summons of the Regent and the Senate, And be proclaimed and crowned our Basileus, Protector of the Regent and her infant. On this condition haste to the Holy Wisdom And there claim sanctuary — whilst I call My Canons round me and lead forth a guard With sacred emblems, so thou pass unharmed. [Exit Patriarch. Nieeph. Life is not worth this price. So let it end! Theo. What! still absorbed in self! still wrapped in care Of your poor pitiful soul? — as if the saving Of that immortal spark (you say) which fires Your visible mortal frame, outweighed all Rome— This Christian people — this ancestral throne. These call you to a throne. Your precious soul Bids you lie grovelling in a hermit's den! Nieeph. Spare me the profanation of such taunts! Theo. And am I naught to you ? — my lonely throne — My life — my honour, nothing? — Could you bear To see me ruined in this distracted Empire — Dragged off a captive by the Infidel, ACT III. 59 Amidst the wreck of Christendom, immured In the harem of lascivious Hagarenes? Whilst you whine litanies to win you heaven, And I am left — corrupted body and soul? Niceph. Forbear! In Christ's name, cease! This maddens me! Theo. Forgive these passionate taunts! I know you best. Yes, your heroic soul disdains such care For your mere self. How often in the crash Of battle have you flung to the wind yourself — Body and souf — so that the Cross might triumph! The Cross now calls you to save Rome from riot — Me and my babes from ravishers and traitors ! Niceph. Others will serve — Theo. None whom I choose to name. Oh! can this iron breast never be touched By gratitude — or love? You owe me life, Limbs — honour — sight! Is all that counted naught? And now you scorn my — love. Nicephorus, Hero — Protector — Idol of my heart! Say — do you scorn me? Niceph. Scorn you! No! I swear I am your servant, bondsman, slave — and victim — Loyal in life and death — Theo. Then — be the lover! And let us share one throne — one life — one death! Without thee Rome will perish — and Rome's heir Without thee will be slain — and I his mother Without thy love must die a double death. The Basileus Protector of my son Must be the Basilissa's consort. Here I offer thee my hand — my throne — my child. Take us — and know I never loved — but thee! [Loua shouts without, " NICEPHORUS our Ba- sileus" Tumultuous noises. 60 ACT III. Enter Basil Digenes, Generals Zimisces, Bourt- zes, Officers, Senators. Basil raises Nice- I'HORUS where he lies prostrate at the foot of the ikon and leads him forward. Zim. Bringas is crushed! Bourtzes. The Eunuch and his gang Flung into goal — Zim. Our men hold all the points Of the city. Bourtzes. And the city follows us! Digenes. Army and City have one voice to-day: " Nicephorus, deliver us from Tyrants! " All. Let him be crowned our Basileus forthwith! Enter the PATRIARCH with his Chapter and Acolytes bearing emblems. Patriarch. I came to offer sanctuary, Prince, But all Rome hails thee Basileus. One voice — Of Regent, Senate, Army, Holy Church — Unites to acclaim thee chosen Sovereign Protector of the Regent and her son ! We come to consecrate thee. Follow us To our Patriarchal Church, there take the oath Appointed from of old. Theo. [Triumphant.] We follow too!— Now Basilissa Regent: by new rites Soon to be Basilissa regnant with our lord! — Joint sovereigns and joint guardians of our son. Patriarch. Never as Consorts! — Madam, Holy Church Forbids such union! If thy widowhood Did not pronounce it uncanonical, There stands the bar of Church affinity. Theo. What bar of Church affinity, good Father? Patriarch. Madam, when we received into Christ's fold ACT III. 6 1 Your infant son at Baptism, the Marshal Stood Sponsor at the font. And by our law It is within prohibited degrees To wed the mother of his Child-in-God. Such marriage we pronounce incestuous. Niceph. Incestuous! — by what right — by whose decree? Patriarch. The law of Holy Church! — the nine- teenth Canon Of th' Ecumenical Council, brands as incest Unions of spiritual affinity. Niceph. Fatfcer.a Basileus" whom God has crowned" Has power to nullify unrighteous canons! Canons concern you priests — they bind not kings! Patriarch. Beware thou tempt not God ! — Defy His law Despise His word — disown His priest — thou'lt find God's vengeance drag thee to a bloody tomb. Pause — or this day will be thy last of glory ! 'Twill be my awful duty in God's name To ban thee with full excommunication — Forbid thee access to God's House and altar — ■ Cut off each rite and privilege of Christian — And leave thee at the mercy of the Fiend! — ■ Espouse this woman — and thy doom is sealed! [NlCEPHORUS rtTzafTHEOPHANo start back in indignation. The Generals and Officers bow in horror and alarm. The PA- TRIARCH and Acolytes withdraw — he pointing at the Crucifix before him. Trumpets. Enter Officers and Guards. Niceph. I call my God to witness that no priest Shall stand 'twixt me and one I choose to wed As lawful wife. The marriages of Kings Concern the State. They fling aside the ban 62 ACT III. Of tonsured clerks and monks. 'Twas ever thus In East and West. The priest would snatch the sceptre From out the hand of Kings. As Basileus I yield to no proud Prelate! Rut I yield To the general voice. Friends, Comrades, Senators, If I am still to serve this State, to rule it In peace and war — to drag my weary spirit High to the stormy summit of the throne, I yield me — knowing that I yield to shame — To death — to ruin — to th' anathemas His Holiness rehearsed in prophecy! Lead on! I come — the victim to his doom! [A March. Procession forms to Coronation. NiCEPHORUS and Theophanu hand in hand. Curtain. (i/"2^5^^ ACT IV. SCENE I: A chamber in the Imperial Palace. NlCE- PHORUS — now Emperor — at Council Table. BASIL DlGENES, chief of his staff. NlCETAS, chief secre- tary. Nicephorus. OW that I sit on this ill-omened throne, I burn to break the devastating march- — The ever-widening sweep of the False Prophet. Three hundred years hath he o'ermastered Christ, Forcing the Cross for ever back — devouring The land as locusts — ravishing our youth. Our Virgins fill his harems ; our strong sons, Bred up apostates swell his conquering ranks. Foul beasts are kenneled in the Prophet's tombs — The holy Temples of the Lord profaned With impious litanies and blaspheming rites. Basil. The Caliph's power now staggers to its base. Niceph. There is ebb and flow in all the tides of men. A day may come when Christendom shall reel Before this torrent — when, on hill and dale, City and plain, the Cross may be engulfed, Whelmed in the billows of this roaring flood. Egypt and Syria have forsaken Christ — Damascus — Antioch — Jerusalem. Five times each day their minarets ring out ACT IV. 64 The muezzin's wailing chant in Allah's name ! \He dozes his head down in sorrow — then rises. Rome shall restore Christ — or herself must end. Basil. I was born and bred within the fold of Christ Of Arab sires. Would that my valorous Chief Could learn what valour throbs in Arab veins, What faith and virtue — chivalry and grace — Still blossom fresh within those generous spirits Who keep the word of Allah fast in death. Oft in mid battle Angel voices tell How in the calm pure sunshine of high Heaven Gospel and Koran fire heroic souls, And make the Moslem and the Christian kin ! Niceph. My son, I know their valour. Cross and Islam Live not in peace. 'Tis fated — one must fall ! Basil. Thy fathers', Sire, and thy victorious arms Have driven the Moslem back — Niceph. He is not crushed. Aleppo's poison snake is scotched — not slain. Our people swelter in luxurious ease, Unapt for arms, impatient of command, Athirst for contests in the Hippodrome. Games — pageants — plays — strange beasts — licentious shows Delight the mongrel race who crowd our towns. And now they stint the gold our Fisc demands, Would starve brave men who bleed in their behalf. At each new tax they sputter insurrection, And find the cowl less irksome than a spear ! Basil. The new decrees have stirred much discon- tent ! Niceph. The)- call it tyranny to enact good laws. Am I a tyrant, if I rule this realm As I have ruled a camp ? A man of war Scorns all the politic arts of Chamberlains ! They who so shrink from blood shall bleed in purse. Basil. Aye ! we need gold — not swords. Thrace, Macedon, Epirus, Cappadocia, send stout men. 65 ACT IV. Nobles and burghers hoard from us their bezants. Niceph. Campaigns are won by gold as much as arms. Thrift, forethought, watchfulness, win victory When heedless valour fails. They shall disgorge What now they waste in pompous spectacles, Or fling i' the maw of bloated monkeries. Basil. You seize their Abbeys, Sire? — Niceph. None shall be closed That serve God honestly — harbour no crime — Pamper no appetite. Our goodly lands Shall cease to fatten consecrated hogs. The dying shall not will estates to feed In perpetuity these useless drones, And mulct in death our Treasury of its dues. Our laws shall render Caesar what is Caesar's. Basil. But, sire, the monks are powerful and angry: They charge you with despoiling Holy Church ! Niceph. I took naught for myself! I asked no more Than any trooper in my camp ! A soldier Needs food, and arms, and forage. Monks and priests Who drone and gorge in lethargy at home Must find us these, or else their lands and goods, Their herds and granges rot in wanton waste. Need we more monks — more priests — more portly abbots — Luxurious hermits — gold-bedizened beggars? — Is't not enough for Christian man to meet His Saviour face to face — -to bare his soul To Him alone in humbleness and faith ? Needs man a cowl or cope to voice his prayers ? Nicet. The Chancellor submits his new decrees Which hold the Church's " dead hand " in control. Niceph. Good ! But the war-chest must be filled anew. A surtax of a tithe shall be imposed On goods and lands within the realm — Basil. Beware You fan not, Sire, the fires of discontent E ACT IV. 66 Which smoulder in the people. Niceph. Let them fume, Declaim, and menace ! Our Armenian guards Know how to keep peace. Is the Cross to fall Before the Koran, that these pampered slaves May bask on marble pavements in the sun, May flaunt their jewelled robes in pictured halls, And whet their craving for fantastic meats ? Nicet. They yearn for all the furious sports and pageants The Court of old bestowed— Niceph. Well ! they shall see Ten thousand warriors in the Hippodrome Manoeuvre in full panoply — a sight More apt to stir the blood than chariot games Or stage-play fooling of their wanton mimes. Nicet. Will honours, largesses, gems, robes be given, As is the wont at Christ's Nativitv? Niceph. Gold — gems — bombastic dignities — to honour The Babe i' the Manger ! No ! each bezant We wring from their fat fists shall feed the war — The Sacred War to win Rome back to Christ. No honours shall be grudged to those who serve, Should any seek more than th' undying glory To do the work of God — redeem from shame Our captured wives and children. If they fall In fight, we claim for them from Mother Church The palm of martyrdom. What Martyrs shed Their blood in holier cause? What Saints have sealed Their faith in Christ with a diviner zeal ? Curtain. 67 act iv SCENE II: An inner court of the Palace — open to sky. A garden — fountain — seats, etc., ornaments. PRIN- CESS Agatha, Princess Zoe. Ladies in attend- ance at back. Agat/ia. i-r^^QOK, sweet sister, some malignant Fate j pgj^ PursuesourHouseof Basil! Father — brother — Dead and forgotten — mother close immured In some cold convent prison — our true friends Disgraced or banished ! This ancestral home, Once famed for grace and learning, now the haunt Of dark conspirators, unholy loves ! The halls once lighted by our mother's virtues, Our father's wisdom, ruled by that fierce spirit Which loves all that we dread — hates all we love ! Zoe. Now that she fails with Pharisaic arts To force the veil on us, she bars our marriage, Making this sombre Court our nunnery, And plots to leave us solitary maids. Agatha. Sister, methinks 'twere happier were you free From that gay fiery swordsman, whom hot blood Tempts ever into crime and desperate throws. Zoe. The darling hero of the troops — Zimisces? — Xext to the mighty Basileus in glory, Destined, men say, one day to reach the throne — To whom our Sire betrothed me — Agatha. Ah ! beware ! What were a throne, dear sister, shared with one All pride and untamed passions, boundless thirst For fame, dominion, hazards, joy of battle ? Zoe. Would he were mine! — but all my hopes are blighted, My claim rebuffed ! By false perfidious counsels She still impedes our wedlock. Now my eyes Have pierced her tortuous schemes. A haunting dread Tortures my brain. She wooes John for herself, ACT IV. 68 Seducing him to sin — Agatha. O Virgin Mother ! Already false to one so fiercely sought ! Zoe. That austere hermit — that God-fearing chief — That Saint in armour — that Archangel Michael — Wearies the Queen. His meat of herbs and crusts, Water his drink — a lion's skin his couch — From morn to night parades of halberdiers — The Court a camp — grim men-at-arms for courtiers. What most offends her Sacred Majesty, Rousing her ribald mirth — three times each day Her Basileus prostrates himself in prayer ! Agatha. Mother of God preserve him ! Subtle death, Dark passions lurk in her Delilah smile ! Zoe. Smiles such as lure my own betrothed — such smiles As fire a hero to stupendous crime ! Agatha. Sister, forget that furious mad-cap, born To love, betray, beguile, amaze — and slay. Zoe. I have learned to love his very sins — and she Hath stolen him from me ! I will bear no more. This night I seek the Basileus to warn him Whence peril comes. My guards have seized the courier Who bore her treacherous missives to Zimisces. [Exit ZOE. [Agatha sits by the fountain. She puts to her lips the enamelled ring she wears. Agatha. My Basil's spousal ring ! Full well 1 know Her smiles touch not my Basil, though she wreathe The arrowy glances Aphrodite shot On Paris, when she won the fatal fruit, The curse of Troy, nor all the witcheries That Helen beamed on the false Trojan boy In Menelaus' halls, and woke to war The clash of nations, laying stark in death Warriors in myriads on Scamander's plain. Basil stands true and pure, staunch to his chief, Like him unshaken 'mid the false and foul ! 6g act iv Basil is true as I am true to Basil, Nor wiles nor cruelty can part us twain. Him she allures not — me she shall not break. Enter abruptly BASIL DlGENES. Basil. My Agatha, I come in grief — in joy ! Agatha Your coming is my joy — can it bring grief? Basil. I have won the Basileus to grant my suit, To burst that artful bar the Queen contrived To part us — that a Princess Born-i'-the-Purple Could wed none void of royal blood, and least A Syed with an Emir for his Sire ! Agatha. The blood of all the Emirs, all the Princes In Christendom, was mingled at thy birth ! Basil. The Basileus in council " hath betrothed This Princess of th' Imperial House to Basil, Warden of the Eastern March, his brother-in-arms !" [He produces a copy of the rescript with ver- milion seal. Agatha. At last — at last, loved Basil, I am yours As I have ever been — as I shall be Whilst I draw breath, and in my day-dreams see Your image shine into my darkened life, And mingle in my prayers the name of Basil ! Day dawns — our night is past ! But where is grief In all this flood of joy? — Basil. The grief, sweet love, Is that we part this day, this hour. I come To take a long farewell — snatch one dear kiss To linger on my lips, to nestle deep Within my soul, where it shall fire my spirit To face the worst extremities of fortune- Make death resplendent with the light of love ! Agatha. [In amazement.] Farewell? — this day? — what cruel fate confounds Such joy, such happiness ? Basil. My Lord's command — The cause of Rome — of Christ — my warrior pride ; ACT IV. 70 I am ordered on a high and desperate service, And yearn to be enrolled in God's own book Of life with those who die to save the Cross. Agatha. What service ? — what command ? — why desperate ? — Basil. News comes the Moorish Saracens have burst From Afric to our Western Themes — have stormed Seven cities — dealing havoc far and wide, Whelming Trinacria in a sea of blood ! A vanguard sails to-night to rescue weak Beleaguered posts, if some be found alive. Ours but a single corps — they muster ten. 'Tis mine to lead this glorious forlorn. I pant to drive these miscreant pirates home To their waste sands — to save our bleeding remnant, And when I fall to see Saint Agatha Smile down on me from Heaven, as my saint On earth smiles on me now ! One long long kiss — And then aboard ! [ They embrace , and exchange rings. Agatha. My love, my hope, my pride ! Go, in Christ's name ! waste not a sob on me ! In all this agony I strive to rise To that heroic height wherein you dwell. Go, love, to glory — whilst I go to watch — To weep — to pray — beseech the Virgin Mother To keep you safe — forgive my tears — make me Meet to be yours — in Heaven — if not on earth. Curtain. 71 ACT IV. SCENE III: A small, plain ante-room in the Palace, without any royal ornaments — Night — low lights. Enter THEOPHANO — disguised. She is covered with a full black cloak and concealed by a deep black veil [or Yashmak). She is restless and anxious. Two Nubian eunuchs {mutes) wait in attendance. TheopJiano. [Reads a document which she hastily opens.] " The last courier sent from the Privy Chamber to the General has been captured. The missive to Z — has been seized. The Princess's guard is believed to have waylaid the man." ^W|MS it a plot? Has Nicephorus laid a trap for ^Mwp me? If this come to his hands, I am lost ! I am a woman ruined — degraded — dead ! Gods of my Spartan sires! — help me to forestall my tyrant ! [She beckons to the Nubian mutes to approach. Have the boatmen brought round the astrologer, Aaron Ben Ammon, to the water gate? [ The Nubians assent by signs. Let him be led in blindfolded. He must not know to what place — or to whom he comes. [Nubians bow. On the return voyage he will be drowned in the Bosphorus. [ The Nubians sign as if wanting the signal word. I shall say— " Sleep well! — Aaron!" — Bring in the learned Doctor ! [The Nubians exeunt and bring in A A RON Ben AMMON in long dark gabardine, lie is disguised and his head covered with a black cloth. Loose the bandages ! ACT IV. 72 [Nubians uncover the Astrologer, w I w advances. Most sapient Doctor and Hierophant! Expound the horoscopes and destinies of the two persons whose nativities you were instructed to study. Aaron. The prognostics are ominous — Your High- ness shall be obeyed ! Theo. Call me — Lady! — I am no more! Speak ! Aaron. Lady ! These two Nativities are inextricably bound together in the Astral Book of Fate. Each portends a career of splendour, glory, and happiness. But in the end their stars meet in mortal opposition. Theo. This means, learned Doctor? — Aaron. Lady, I tremble to divulge it. Theo. Speak ! Aaron. It means that one or other must die. Theo. All of us must die some time — Which is destined to die first ? Aaron. Lady, forbear to look further into the book of Fate. 'Tis too horrible ! Theo. Speak ! — or you may yourself be the first to die — and that soon. Aaron. [Looking nervously round at the mutes] Lady ! — one of these two great personages — is destined — to bring death — to the other ! Theo. [Passionately.'] Which is that one ? Aaron. The Stars give me no answer. All is dark. I can foresee only this — one is destined to destroy the other ! Theo. [Imperiously] Which is that one? Aaron. That one which strikes first and most boldly. Theo. [Eagerly] Will that one live long after this bold — stroke ? Aaron. The Stars bode a long — long — life ! Theo. And a happy life? [In her eagerness, she now throws back her veil. Aaron recognizes Theophano. Aaron. Most happy ! — glorious — resplendent ! Theo. Loving and beloved ? — Aaron. I see Venus in the ascendant. I follow the 73 ACT IV. planet ot Love into the House of Life ! My science speaks of bliss untold — TJieo. Alone ?■ — Aaron. [Fawning.] With a new and nobler lover ! Thco. How will the death you foresee be accom- plished ? Aaron. Our art can promote that end. Thco. How can the new love be won ? Aaron. Our art can secure that also. Theo. By what means ? Aaron. Lady, here are two drugs — each worth a king's ransom. I had them from my great Master, Mohamed Ben Jafar, Theo. What is their power ? Aaron. This one in the lead case relieves us of an enemy. Theo. Its price ? — Aaron. The rubies on your armlet. [She bares her arm, and hands him the brace- let, taking the lead packet. Theo. The other? — Aaron. This casket of silver is a love-philter. It will constrain the love of any man. Theo. Its price ? Aaron. The pearls round your neck ! [She gives him her necklace, and takes the casket. Theo. [Suddenly.'] Farewell— Learned Doctor ! [She signals to the eunuchs to cover AARON with the black cloth and blindfold him. Aaron. [Boivs, nervously.] Lady, Ashmodai, my Lord and Master, guards his faithful servant and de- fends his life at the cost of all who menace him ! [ The Eunuchs look to Tiieopiiano for the preconcerted signal. Theo. [Pointing dowmvards significantly!] Sleep well ! — Aaron ! [ The Eunuchs slip a silken halter unperceived round A A RON'S throat, and lead him out. ACT IV. 74 TJico. Destined to cause death — or to suffer death ! Which of these will the wise one choose? The Gods above say — one must slay the other — must slay— will slay — shall slay ! To be rid of a hated master ! — To win a glorious lover ! — To rot in a dungeon ! To mut- ter prayers in a cell ! To see my boy stolen from me ! — it may be blinded — unmanned ere yet a man — mutilated — slain ! [She shrieks and flings herself down on Jier couch, burying her head in her arms. Ugh ! [Rising, and raising her arm.] One bold stroke frees me — saves my royal boy — defends Holy Church! Armenian rebel ! — thou — or I — must die. Curtain. Scene IV: The Privy Chamber of the Emperor. NlCE- PHORUS seated with his Chief Secretary NlCE- TAS, studying reports — dispatches — plans, etc. Night.