Act III,Scene III

 

Darkness. The Temple of Poseidon.

Polydaon enters.

POLYDAON
    Cireas! Why, Cireas! Cireas! Knave, I call you!
    Is the rogue drunk or sleeps? Cireas! You, Cireas!
    My voice comes echoing from the hollow shrine
    To tell me of solitude. Where is this drunkard?
    A dreadful thing it is to stand alone
    In this weird temple. Forty years of use
    Have not accustomed me to its mute threatening.
    It seems to me as if dead victims moved
    With awful faces all about this stone
    Invisibly here palpable. And Ocean
    Groans ever like a wounded god aloud
    Against our rocky base, his voice at night
    Weirdly insistent. I will go and talk
    With the Chaldeans in their chains: beteer
    Their pleasing groans and curses then the hush.
    He goes out and after a while comes back, disordered.
    Wake, sleeping Syria, wake. Thou art violated,
    Thy heart cut out: thou art outraged Syria, outraged,
    Thy harvests and thy safety and thy sons
    Already murdered! O hideous sacrilege!
    Who can have dared this crime? Could the slave Cireas
    Have ventured thus? O, no, it is the proud
    God-hating son of Cepheus, Iolaus,
    And that swift stranger borne through impious air
    To upheave the bases of our old religion.
    They have rescued the Chaldeans. Cireas lies
    Murdered perhaps on the sound-haunted cliffs
    Who would have checked their crime. I’ll strike the gong
    That only tolls when dread calamity
    Strides upon Syria. Wake, doomed people, wake.
    He rushes out. A gong sounds for some moments.
    It is silent and he returns, still more disordered.
    Wake! Wake! Do you not hear Poseidon raging
    Beneath the cliffs with tiger-throated menace?
    Do you not hear his feet upon the boulders
    Sounding, a thunderous report of peril,
    As he comes roaring up his stony ramparts
    To slay you? Ah, the city wakes. I hear
    A surge confused of hurrying, cries and tumult.
    What is this darkness moving on me? Gods!
    Where is the image? Whose is this awful godhead?
    The shadow of Poseidon apears, vague and alarming at first,
    Then distrinct and terrible in the darkness.

POSEIDON
    My victims, Polydaon, give me my victims.

POLYDAON (falling prostrate)
    It was not I, it was not I, but others.

POSEIDON
    My victims, Polydaon, give me my victims.

POLYDAON
    O dire offended god, not upon me
    Fall thy loud scourges! I am innocent

POSEIDON
    How art thou innocent, when the Chaldeans
    Escape? Give me my victims, Polydaon.

POLYDAON
    I know not how they fled nor who released them.
    Gnash not thy blood-stained teeth on me, O Lord,
    Nor slay me with those glaring eyes. Thy voices
    Thunders, a hollow terror, through my soul.

POSEIDON
    Hear me, unworthy priest. While thou art scheming
    For thy own petty mortal aims abroad,
    I am insulted in my temple, laughed at
    By slaves, by children done injurious wrong,
    My victims snatched from underneath my roof
    By any casual hand, my dreadful image
    Looking deseted on: for none avenges.

POLYDAON
    Declare thy will, O Lord, it shall be done.

POSEIDON
    Therefore I will awake, I will arise,
    And you shall know me for a god. This day
    The loud Assyrians shall break shouting in
    With angry hooves like a huge-riding flood
    Upon this country. The pleasant land of Syria
    Shall be dispeopeld. Wolves shall howl in Damascus,
    And Gaza and Eupharates bound a desert.
    My resonant and cliff-o’ervaulting seas,
    Black-cowled, with foaming tops thundering shall climb
    Into your lofty seats of ease and wash them
    Strangled into the valleys. Fom the deep
    My ravening herds pastured by Amphitrite
    Shall walk upon your roads, devour your maidens
    And infants, tear your strong and armed men
    Helplessly shrieking like weak-wristed woman,
    Till all are dead. And thou, neglectful priest,
    Shalt go down living into Tartarus
    Where knives fire-pointed shall disclose thy breast
    And pluck thy still-renewing heart from thee
    For ever: till the world cease shall be thy torments.

POLYDAON
    O dreadful Lord!

POSEIDON
    If thou wouldst shun the doom,
    And keep my Syria safe, discover then
    The rescuer of the Babylonian captives
    And to the monsters of my deep expose
    For a delicious banquet. Offer the heart
    Of Iolaus here still warmly alive
    And sobbing blood to leave his beautiful body:
    Slaughter on his yet not inanimate bosom,
    The hero for whose love he braved my rage,
    And let the sacrilegious house of Cepheus
    Be blotted from the light. Thy sordid aims
    Put from thy heart: remember to be fearless.
    I will inhabit thee, if thou deserve it.

He disappears thundering.

POLYDAON
    Yes, lord! Shall not thy dreadful will be done?

Phineus enters and his Tyrnaus with torches.

PHINEUS
    Wherefore has the gong’s ominous voice tonight
    Affrighted Syria? Are you Polydaon
    Who crouch here?

POLYDAON (rising)
    Welcome, king Phineus.

PHINEUS
    Who art thou?
    Thine eyes roll round in a bright glaring horror
    And rising up thou shak’st thy gloomy locks
    As if they were a hungry lion’s mane
    Preparing for the leap. Speak, Polydaon.

POLYDAON
    Yeas, I shall speak, of sacrilege and blood,
    Its terrible forfeit, and the wrath of Heaven.

Cepheus enters with Dercetes and Syrian soliders, Therops, Perissus and
A throng of Syrians; scores of torches.

CEPHEUS
    What swift calamity, O Polydaon,
    Has waked to clamorousness the fatal gong
    At which all Syria trambles? What is this face
    Thou showest like somegrim accusing phantom’s
    In the torches’ light? Wherefore rang’st thou the bell?

POLYDAON
    It rang the doom of thee and all thy house,
    Cepheus,

CEPHEUS
    My doom!

PHINEUS (aside)
    I glimpse a striking plot
    And ’tis well-staged too.

POLYDAON
    The victims are released,
    The victims bound for terrible Poseidon.
    Thou and thy blood are guility.

CEPHEUS
    Thou art mad!

POLYDAON
    ‘Tis thou and thy doomed race are seized with madness
    who with light hearts offend against Poseidon.
    But they shall perish. Thou and thy blood shall perish.

CEPHEUS
    O, thou appal’st me. wherefore rings out thy voice
    Against me like a clamorous bell of doom
    In the huge darkness?

POLYDAON
    Poseidon’s self arose
    In the dim night before me with a voice
    As angry as the loud importunate surge
    Denouncing thee. Thou and thy blood shall perish.

PHINEUS
    Cepheus, let search be made. Perhaps the victims
    Have not fled far, and all may yet be saved.

CEPHEUS
    Scour, captain, scour all Syria for the fugitives.
    Dercetes and thy troop, down to the coast,
    Scan every boulder: out, out, Meriones,
    Callias, Ordiamas and Pericarpus,
    Ring in the country-side with cordons armed,
    Enter each house, ransack most private chambers,
    But find them.

Mercetes and the captains go out with their soldiers,
The people making way for them.

POLYDAON
    People of Syria, hearken, hearken!
    Poseidon for this sacilege arouses
    The Assyrian from the land and from the sea
    His waves and all their sharp-toothed monsters: your men
    Shall be rent and disembowelled, your women ravished.
    Butchered by foemen or by Ocean’s dogs
    Horribly eaten: what’s left, the flood shall swallow.

Cries and groans.

VOICES
    Spare us, Poseidon, spare us, dread deity!

POLYDAON
    Would you be spared? Obey Poseidon, people.

THEROPS
    Thou art our King, command us.

POLYDAON
    Bring the woman,
    Chaldean Cassiopea, and her daughter.
    Tell them that Syria’s King, command us.

Therops and others go out to do his bidding.

PHINEUS
    What mean you, priest?

CEPHEUS
    Wherefore my queen and princess?

POLYDAON
    I do the will of terrible Poseidon.
    Thou and thy blood shall perish.

PHINEUS
    Thou then art mad!
    I thought this was a skilful play. Think’st thou
    I will permit the young Andromeda,
    My bride, to be mishandled or exposed
    To the bloody chances of wild popular fury
    In such a moment?

POLYDAON
    Phineus, I know not what thou wilt permit:
    I know what terrible Poseidon wills.

PHINEUS
    Poseidon! thou gross superstitious fool,
    Hast thou seen shadows in the night and took’st them
    For angry gods?

POLYDAON
    Refrain from impious words,
    Or else the doom shall take thee in its net.

PHINEUS
    Refrain thyself from impious deeds, or else
    A hundred Tyrian blades shall search thy brain
    To look for thy lost reason.

POLYDAON (recoiling)
    Patience, King Phineus!
    It may be, thou shalt have thy whole desire
    By other means

Dercetes returns.

DERCETES
    One of the fugitives is seized.

POLYDAON
    Where, where?

DERCETES
    Creeping about the sea-kissed rocks we found him
    Where the ship foundered, babbling greedily
    Of his lost wealth, in cover of the darkness.

POLYDAON
    Now we shall know the impious hand, Tremble,
    Tremble, king Cepheus.

CEPHEUS (aside)
    I am besieged, undone.
    No doubt it is my rash-brained Iolaus
    Ruins us all.

Soldiers enter, driving in Smerdas.

SMERDAS (groaning)
    I am dragged back to hell.
    I am lost and nothing now can save me.

POLYDAON
    Chaldean,
    The choice is thine. Say, wilt thou save thy life
    And see the green fields of thy land once more
    And kiss thy wife and children?

SMERDAS
    You mock me, mock me!

POLYDAON
    No, man! Thou shalt have freedom at a price
    Or torture gratis.

SMERDAS
    Price? Price? I’ll the price.

POLYDAON
    The names of those whose impious hands released thee:
    Which if thou speak not, thou shalt die, not given
    To the dire god, for he asks other victims,
    But crushed with fearful tortures.

SMERDAS
    O kind Heaven!
    Have mercy! Must I give her up, – that smile
    Of sweetness and those kindly eyes, to death?
    It is a dreadful choice! I cannot do.

POLYDAON
    It was a woman did this!

SMERDAS
    I will say no more.

CEPHEUS
    I breathe again: it was not Iolaus.

POLYDAON
    Seize him and twist him into anguished knots!
    Let every bone be crushed and every sinew
    Wrenched and distorted, till each inch of flesh
    Gives out its separate shriek.

SMERDAS
    O spare me, spare me:
    I will tell all.

POLYDAON
    Speak truth and I will give thee
    Bushles of gold and shipment to Chaldea.

SMERDAS
    Gold? Gold? Shall I have gold?

POLYDAON
    Thou shalt.

SMERDAS (after a pause)
    The youth
    You would have taken on the beach, arrived,
    And his the sword bit through my iron fetters.

POLYDAON
    Palter not! Who was with him? Thou shalt have gold.

SMERDAS
    Young Iolaus.

CEPHEUS
    Alas!

PHINEUS
    Thus far is well.

POLYDAON
    Thou hast a shifty look about the eyes.
    Thou spokest of a woman. Was’t the Queen?
    Hast thou told all? His face grows pale. To torment!

SMERDAS (groaning)
    I will tell all. Swear then I shall have gold
    And safety.

POLYDAON
    By grim poseidon’s head I swear.

SMERDAS
    O hard necessity! The fair child princess,
    Andromeda, with her young slave-girl came,
    She was my recuer.

There is a deep silence of amazement.

PHINEUS
    I’ll not believe this! Could that gentle child
    Devise and execute so huge a daring?
    Thou liest: thou art part of some foul plot.

POLYDAON
    He has the accent of unwilling truth.
    Phineus, she is death’s bride, not thine. Wilt thou
    Be best man in that dolorous wedding? Forbear
    And wait poseidon’s will.

PHINEUS (low)
    Shall I have Syria?

POLYDAON
    When it is mine to give thee.

Therops returns

THEROPS
    The Queen arrives.

POLYDAON
    Remove the merchant.

The soldiers take Smerdas into the background,
Cassiopea enters with Andromeda and Diomede, Nebassar and the Chaldean gurard.

CASSIOPEA
    Keep ready hands, upon your swords, chaldeans.
    What is this tumult? Wherefore we called
    At this dim hour and to this solemn place?

POLYDAON
    Com’st thou with foreign falchions, Cassiopea,
    To brave the Syrian gods? Abandon her,
    Chaldeans. ’tis a doomed head your swords encompass.

CASSIOPEA
    Since when dost thou give thy commands in Syria
    And sentence queens? My husband and thy King
    Stands near thee; let him speak.

POLYDAON
    Let him. There stands he,

CASSIOPEA
    Why hidest thou thine eyes, monarch of Syria,
    Sinking thy forehead like a common man
    Unkingly? What grief o’ertakes thee?

POLYDAON
    You see he speaks not.
    ‘Tis I command in Syria. Is’t not so,
    My people?

THEREOPS
    ‘Tis so.

POLYDAON
    Stand forth, Andromeda.

CASSIOPEA
    What would you with my child? I stand here for her.

POLYDAON
    She is accused of impious sacrilege,
    And she must die.

CASSIOPEA (shuddering)
    Die! Who accuses her?

POLYDAON
    Bring the Chaldean.

DIOMEDE
    Oh, the merchant’s seized
    And all is known. Deny it, my sweet lady,
    And we may yet be saved.

ANDROMEDA
    Oh poor, poor merchant!
    Did I unloose thy bonds in vain?

DIOMEDE
    Say nothing.

ANDROMEDA
    And why should I conceal it, Diomede?
    What I had courage in my heart to do,
    Surely I can have courage to avow.

DIOMEDE
    But they will kill us both.

ANDROMEDA
    I am a princess.
    Why should I lie? From fear? But I am not afraid.

Meanwhile the soldiers have brought Smerdas to the front.

POLYDAON
    Look, merchant. Say before all who rescued thee?
    She was it?

SMERDAS
    It is she. Oh, do not look
    With that sad smile upon me. I am compelled.

POLYDAON
    Is this the slave-girl?

SMERDAS
    It is she.

CASSIOPEA
    This wretch
    Lies at thy bidding. Put him to the question.

POLYDAON
    I’ll not permit it.

PERISSUS
    Why man, it is the law. We’ll not believe
    Our little princess did the crime.

CASSIOPEA
    Syrians!
    Look at the paltering priest. Do you not see
    It is a plot, this man his instrument
    Who lies so wildly? He’ll not have him questioned.
    No doubt ’twas he himself released the man,-
    Who else could do it in this solemn temple
    Where human footsteps fear to tread? He uses
    The name of great Poseidon to conceal
    His plottings. He would end the line of Cepheus
    And reign in Syria.

PERISSUS
    This sounds probable.

VOICES
    Does he misuse Poseidon’s name? Unbind
    Victims? Kill him!

CASSIOPEA
    Look how he pales, O people!
    Is’t thus that great Poseidon’s herald looks
    When charged with the god’s fearful menaces?
    He diets you with forgeries and fictions.

CIRES
    Let him be strangled!

PHINEUS
    This is a royal woman.

POLYDAON
    Well, let the merchant then be put to question.

PERISSUS
    Come and be tickled, merchant. I am the butcher.
    Do you see my cleaver? I will tortureyou kindly.

SMERDAS
    O help me, save me, lady Andromeda.

ANDROMEDA
    Oh, do not lay your cruel hands upon him.
    I did release him.

CASSIOPEA
    Ah, child Andromeda.

PERISSUS
    You, little princess! Wherefore did you this?

ANDROMEDA
    Because I would not have their human hearts
    Mercilessly uprooted for the bloody
    Monster you worship as a god! Because
    I am capable of pain and so can feel
    The pain of others! For which if you I love
    Must kill me, do it. Alone am guilty.

POLYDAON
    Now, Cassiopea! You are silent, Queen.
    Lo, Syrians, lo, my forgeries and fictions!
    Lo, my vile plottings! Enough, Poseidon wills
    That on the beach this criminal be bound
    For monsters of the sea to rend in fragments,
    And all the royal ancient blood of Syria
    Must be poured richly forth to appease and cleanse,

CASSIOPEA
    Swords from the scabbard! Gyre in your King form harm;
    Chaldeans! Hew your way through all opposers!
    Thou in my arms, my child Andromeda!
    I’ll keep my daughter safe upon my bosom
    Against the world.

POLYDAON
    What dost thou, Babylonian?

CASSIOPEA
    To the palace,
    My trusty countrymen!

POLYDAON
    Oppose them, soldiers!
    They cheat the god of the crime-burdened heads
    Doomed by his just resentment.

DERCETES
    We are few:
    And how shall we lay hands on royalty?

POLYDAON
    Nebassar, darest thou oppose the gods?

NEBASSAR
    Out of my sword’s way, priest! I do my duty.

POLYDAON
    Draw, King of Tyre!

PHINEUS
    ‘Tis not my quarrel, priest.

Nebassar and the Chaldeans with drawn swords go out from the Temple, taking the King and
Queen, Andromeda and Diomede.

POLYDAON
    People of Syria, you have let them pass!
    You fear not then the anger of Poseidon?

PERISSUS
    Would you have us spitted upon the Chaldean swords? Mad priest must we be broached like joints and tossed like pancakes? We have no weapons. Tomorrow we will go to the Palace and what must be done shall be done. But ’tis not just that many should be slain for the crime of one and the house of Syria outrooted. Follow me and observe my commands, brave aristocracy of the shop, gallant commoners of the lathe and anvil, follow Perissus. I will lead you tonight to your soft downy beds and tomorrow to the Palace.

All the Syrians go out led by Therops and Perissus.

PHINEUS
    Thou hast done foolishly in this, O priest.
    Hadst thou demanded the one needful head
    Of Iolaus, it was easy: but now
    The tender beauty of Andromeda
    Compels remorse and the astonished people
    Recoil from the bold waste of royal blood
    Thou appointest them to spill. I see that zeal
    And frantic superstition are bad plotters.
    Henceforth I work for my sole hand, to pluck
    My own good from the storms of civic trouble
    This night prepares.

He goes out with his Tyrians.

POLYDAON
    O terrible Poseidon,
    Thyself avenge thyself! Hurl on this people
    The sea and the Assurian. Where is the power
    Thou said’st should tarry with me? I have failed.

He remains sunk in thought for a while,then raises his head

    Tomorrow, Syrian? Tomorrow is Poseidon’s
   
Curtain