Act IV, Scene V

 
The sea-shore.

Andromeda, dishevelled, bare-armed and unsandalled, stripped of all but a single light robe, stands on a wide ,low ledge under a rock jutting out from the cliff with the sea washing below her feet. She is chained to a rock behind her by her wrists and ankles, her arms stretched at full length against its side.

Polydaon, Perissus, Damoetes and a number of Syrians stand near on the great rocky platform projecting from the cliff of which the ledge is the extremity.

POLYDAON
    There meditate affronts to dire Poseidon.
    Rescue thyself, thou rescuer of victims!
    I am sorry that thy marriage, sweet Andromeda,
    So poorly is attended. I could have wished
    To have all Syria gazing at thy nuptials
    With thy rare Ocean bridegroom! Thy mother most
    Should have been here to see lovely princess
    So meetly robed for bridal, with these ornaments
    Upon her pretty hands and feet. She has
    Affairs to pressing. We do some surgery
    Upon thy brother Iolaus’ heart
    To draw the bad blood out and make it holy,
    And she must watch the skilful operation.
    Do not weep, fair one. Soon, be confident,
    They’ll meet thee in that wide house where all are going
    Think of these things until thy lover comes.
    Farewell.

PERISSUS
    Art thou mad, priest Polydaon? How thou grinnest and drawest back thy black lips from thy white teeth in thy rapture! Hast thou gone clean mad, my skilful carver of hearts! Art thou beside thyself, my ancient schoolmate and crony?

SYRIANS
    To the temple! To the temple!

POLYDAON
    Let one remain above the cliff,
    And watch the monster’s advent and his going.
    Till I have news of dead Andromeda
    The sacrifice cannot begin. Who stays?

DAMOETES
    Not I!

ALL
    Nor I! Nor I! Nor I!

DAMOETES
    As well stay here with the girl and be torn with her!

PERISSUS
    Do you quake, my brave shouters? Must you curl your tails in between your manly legs? I will stay, priest, who fear neither dog nor dragon. I am Perissus, I am the butcher.

POLYDAON
    I’ll not forget thy service, good Perissus.

PERISSUS
    Will you then make me butcher-in-chief to your viceroy in Damascus, and shall I cut my joints under the patronage of King Polydaon? To the temple. Syrian heroes! I will go and cross my legs on the cliff-top.

They go. Andromeda is left alone.

Curtain