SARDANAPALUS: A Tragedy.* ΤΟ THE ILLUSTRIOUS GOETHE A STRANGER PRESUMES TO OFFER THE HOMAGE OF A LITERARY VASSAL TO HIS LIEGE LORD, THE FIRST OF EXISTING WRITERS, WHO HAS CREATED THE LITERATURE OF HIS OWN COUNTRY, AND ILLUSTRATED THAT OF EUROPE. THE UNWORTHY PRODUCTION WHICH THE AUTHOR VENTURES TO INSCRIBE TO HIM Is SARDANAPALUS.† PREFACE. but it is not a system of his own, being merely an opinion, which, not very long ago, was the law of literature throughout the world, and is still so in the more civilized parts of it. But "nous avons changé tout cela," and are reaping the advantages of the change. The writer is far from conceiving that anything he can adduce by personal pre IN publishing the following tragedies, I have only to re-unpopularity of this notion in present English literature; peat, that they were not composed with the most remote view to the stage. On the attempt made by the managers in a former instance, the public opinion has been already expressed. With regard to my own private feelings, as it seems that they are to stand for nothing, I shall say nothing. For the historical foundation of the following compo- cept or example can at all approach his regular, or even sitions, the reader is referred to the Notes. The author has in one instance attempted to preserve, and in the other to approach, the "unities;" conceiving that with any very distant departure from them, there may be poetry, but can be no drama. He is aware of the irregular predecessors; he is merely giving a reason why he preferred the more regular formation of a structure, however feeble, to an entire abandonment of all rules whatsoever. Where he has failed, the failure is in the architect,—and not in the art. *On the original MS. Lord Byron has written:-" Mem.ginal in the choice than inexhaustible in the materials of his Ravenna, May 27, 1821.-I began this drama on the 13th of subjects."-GOETHE. January, 1821; and continued the two first acts very slowly, and by intervals. The three last acts were written since the 13th of May, 1821 (this present month); that is to say, in a fortnight." Sardanapalus was published in December, 1821, and was received with very great approbation. "Well knowing myself and my labors, in my old age, I could not but reflect with gratitude and diffidence on the expressions contained in this dedication, nor interpret them but as the generous tribute of a superior genius, no less ori "Sardanapalus" originally appeared in the same volume with "The Two Foscari." In this tragedy it has been my intention to follow the account of Diodorus Siculus; reducing it, however, to such dramatic regularity as I best could, and striving to approach the unities. I therefore suppose the rebellion to explode and succeed in one day by a sudden conspiracy, instead of the long war of the history. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Hall in the Palace. Salemenes (solus). He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her lord; He hath wrong'd my sister, still he is my brother; He hath wrong'd his people, still he is their sovereign, And I must be his friend as well as subject: Sink in the earth, and thirteen hundred years To have reach'd an empire: to an empire born, not Health like the chase, nor glory like the war- [Sound of soft music heard from within. By the first manly hand which dares to snatch it. SCENE II.-Enter Sardanapalus effeminately Sar. (speaking to some of his attendants). Let the pavilion over the Euphrates Be garlanded, and lit, and furnish'd forth Of midnight we will sup there: see nought wanting, A cooling breeze which crisps the broad clear river: *"The Ionian name had been still more comprehensive, having included the Achaians and the Bootians, who, together with those to whom it was afterwards confined, would make Thy own sweet will shall be the only barrier Sal. (comes forward and says). The Ionian slave says well: let her retire. Sar. Who answers? How now, brother? Sal. The queen's brother, And your most faithful vassal, royal lord. Sar. (addressing his train). As I have said, let all dispose their hours Till midnight, when again we (To Myrrha, who is going.) thou wouldst remain. Myr. Thou didst not say so. Sar. pray your presence. [The court retiring. Myrrha! I thought Great king, But thou lookedst it: I know each glance of those Ionic eyes, Myr. Sar. Not blush! Thou hast no more eyes than heart to make her crimson Like to the dying day on Caucasus, Where sunset tints the snow with rosy shadows, And then reproach her with thine own cold blindness, Which will not see it. What, in tears, my Myrrha ? Sal. Let them flow on; she weeps for more than one, And is herself the cause of bitterer tears. Sar. Cursed be he who caused those tears to flow! Sal. Curse not thyself-millions do that already. Sar. Thou dost forget thee: make me not remember To language such as this: yet urge me not Beyond my easy nature. Sal. "T is beyond That easy, far too easy, idle nature, Which I would urge thee. Oh that I could rouse thee! Though 't were against myself. The man would make me tyrant. Through the long centuries of thy renown, Sar. I understand thee-thou wouldst have me go By the god Baal! Forth as a conqueror. By all the stars So thou art. Of sensual sloth-produce ten thousand tyrants, The worst acts of one energetic master, And those who should sustain it; so that whether Distract within, both will alike prove fatal: Sal. Forgiveness of the queen my sister's wrongs; Sar. What's that? Which the Chaldeans read! the restless slaves Wherefore not? Semiramis-a woman only-led Sar. 'Tis most true. And how return'd? And how many Left she behind in India to the vultures ? Sal. All warlike spirits have not the same fate. Semiramis, the glorious parent of A hundred kings, although she fail'd in India, She but subdued them. Sal. It may be ere long That they will need her sword more than your sceptre. Sar. There was a certain Bacchus, was there not? That he is deem'd a god for what he did. To worship your new god And ancient conqueror. Some wine, I say. Enter Cupbearer. Sar. (addressing the Cupbearer). Bring me the A fitting one for the resumption of Re-enter Cupbearer, with wine. Sar. (taking the cup from him). Noble kinsman, If these barbarian Greeks of the far shores And skirts of these our realms lie not, this Bacchus Conquer'd the whole of India, did he not? Sal. He did, and thence was deem'd a deity. Sar. Not so:-of all his conquests a few columns Which may be his, and might be mine, if I Thought them worth purchase and conveyance, are The landmarks of the seas of gore he shed, The realms he wasted, and the hearts he broke. But here, here in this goblet is his title To immortality-the immortal grape From which he first express'd the soul, and gave A sort of semi-glorious human monster. Sal. thee Sal. Wilt thou resume a revel at this hour? Sar. And if I did, 't were better than a trophy, Being bought without a tear. But that is not My present purpose: since thou wilt not pledge me, Continue what thou pleasest. (To the Cupbearer.) Boy, retire. [Exit Cupbearer. Sal. I would but have recall'd thee from thy dream; Better by me awaken'd than rebellion. With foreign strumpets and Ionian slaves. And why not her brother? Sal. I only echo thee the voice of empires, Which he who long neglects not long will govern. Sar. The ungrateful and ungracious slaves! they murmur Because I have not shed their blood, nor led them Or whiten with their bones the banks of Ganges; Sal. "T is most true; I own thy merit in those founded cities, well built, Are not more goodly than the verse! Say what Sar. Who should rebel? or why? what cause? Of all things human: hear-"Sardanapalus, pretext? I am the lawful king, descended from A race of kings who knew no predecessors. That thou shouldst rail, or they rise up against me? Sal. Think! thou hast wrong'd her! And loved her as most husbands love their wives. Complaint, and Salemenes' sister seeks not **For this expedition he took only a small chosen body of the phalanx, but all his light troops. In the first day's march he reached Anchialus, a town said to have been founded by the king of Assyria, Sardanapalus. The fortifications, in their magnitude and extent, still, in Arrian's time, bore the character of greatness, which the Assyrians appear singularly to have affected in works of the kind. A monument representing Sardanapalus was found there, warranted by an inscription in Assyrian characters, of course in the old Assyrian language, which the Greeks, whether well or ill, interpreted thus; 'Sardanapalus, son of Anacyndaraxes, in one day founded Anchialus and Tarsus. Eat, drink, play: all other human joys are not worth a fillip.' Supposing this version nearly exact (for Arrian says it was not quite so), whether the purpose has not been to invite to civil order a people disposed to turbulence, rather than to recommend immoderate luxury, may perhaps reasonably be questioned. What, indeed could be the object of a king of Assyria in founding such towns in a country so distant from his capital, and so divided from it by an immense extent of sandy deserts and lofty mountains, and, still more, how the inhab The king, and son of Anacyndaraxes, Eat, drink, and love; the rest 's not worth a fillip."* Sar. Oh, thou wouldst have me doubtless set up edicts "Obey the king-contribute to his treasure- Sal. Thy sires have been revered as gods- itants could be at once in circumstances to abandon themselves to the intemperate joys which their prince has been supposed to have recommended, is not obvious: but it may deserve observation that, in that line of coast, the southern of Lesser Asia, ruins of cities, evidently of an age after Alexander, yet barely named in history, at this day astonish the adventurous traveller by their magnificence and elegance. Amid the desolation which, under a singularly barbarian government, has for so many centuries been daily spreading in the finest countries of the globe, whether more from soil and climate, or from opportunities for commerce, extraordinary means must have been found for communities to flourish there; whence it may seem that the measures of Sardanapalus were directed by juster views than have been commonly ascribed to him; but that monarch having been the last of a dynasty ended by a revolution, obloquy on his memory would follow of course from the policy of his successors and their partisans. The inconsistency of traditions concerning Sardanapalus is striking in Diodorus's account of him."-MITFORD's Greece, vol. ix., p. 311. Those gods were merely men: look to their issue- And never changed their chains but for their armor: I feel a thousand mortal things about me, The follies of my species, and (that 's human) Sal. Alas! Sal. Thou art guarded by thy foes: in a few hours The tempest may break out which overwhelms thee, And thine and mine; and in another day What is shall be the past of Belus' race. Sar. What must we dread? Sal. Ambitious treachery, Which has environ'd thee with snares; but yet There is resource: empower me with thy signet To quell the machinations, and I lay The heads of thy chief foes before thy feet. Sar. The heads-how many? Sal. Must I stay to number When even thine own 's in peril? Let me go; Give me thy signet-trust me with the rest. Sar. I will trust no man with unlimited lives. When we take those from others, we nor know What we have taken, nor the thing we give. Sal. Wouldst thou not take their lives who seek for thine? Sar. That's a hard question-But I answer, Yes. Cannot the thing be done without? Who are they Whom thou suspectest ?-Let them be arrested. Sal. I would thou wouldst not ask me; the next moment Will send my answer through thy babbling troop Of paramours, and thence fly o'er the palace, Even to the city, and so baffle all. Trust me. Sar. Thou knowest I have done so ever; Take thou the signet. [Gives the signet. Sal. I have one more request. Sar. Name it. Sal. That thou this night forbear the banquet In the pavilion over the Euphrates. Sar. Forbear the banquet! Not for all the plot ters That ever shook a kingdom! Let them come, Sal. But thou wouldst arm thee, wouldst thou not, if needful? Sar. Perhaps. I have the goodliest armor, and A sword of such a temper; and a bow And javelin, which might furnish Nimrod forth : Will I not? Of whom our captives often sing, related Each calumny they can to sink their sovereigns. No; Now they have peace and pastime, and the license I would not give the smile of one fair girl A name from nothing. What are the rank tongues You have said they are men; But this they know not, or they will not know. I interfered not with their civic lives, I let them pass their days as best might suit them, Passing my own as suited me. Sal. Thou stopp'st Sar. They lie.-Unhappily, I am unfit Sal. There is one Mede, at least, who seeks to be so. Sar. What mean 'st thou ?-'t is thy secret; thou desirest Few questions, and I'm not of curious nature. Sar. Ingratitude? Sal. I will not pause to answer With words, but deeds. Keep thou awake that energy Which sleeps at times, but is not dead within thee, And thou mayst yet be glorious in thy reign, As powerful in thy realm. Farewell! [Exit Salemenes. Farewell! Sar. (solus). He's gone; and on his finger bears my signet, Which is to him a sceptre. He is stern As I am heedless; and the slaves deserve To feel a master. What may be the danger I know not:-he hath found it, let him quell it. Must I consume my life-this little lifeIn guarding against all may make it less? It is not worth so much! It were to die Before my hour, to live in dread of death, Tracing revolt; suspecting all about me, Because they are near; and all who are remote, Because they are far. But if it should be soIf they should sweep me off from earth and empire, Why, what is earth or empire of the earth? *See page 425, "Inscription on the Monument of a New foundland Dog." |