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Sfe. The mirror, Sire?

Sar.
Brought from the spoils of India-but be speedy.

Yes, sir, of polished brass,

[Exit SFERO.

Sar. Myrrha, retire unto a place of safety. Why went you not forth with the other damsels ? Myr. Because my place is here.

Sar.

And when I am gone

Myr. I follow.

Sar.

You! to battle?

Myr.

If it were so,

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'Twere not the first Greek girl had trod the path. I will await here your return.

Sar.

The place

Is spacious, and the first to be sought out,
If they prevail; and, if it be so,

And I return not

Myr.

Sar. How?

Myr.

Still we meet again.

In the spot where all must meet at last—

In Hades! if there be, as I believe,

A shore beyond the Styx; and if there be not,

In ashes.

Sar. Myr.

Darest thou so much?

I dare all things 160

Except survive what I have loved, to be
A rebel's booty: forth, and do your bravest.

is historical (of Otho, at least), and natural in an effeminate character."-Letter to Murray, May 30, 1821, Letters, 1901, V. 301. The quotation was not made in the first edition, 1821, nor in any subsequent issue, till 1832. It is from Juvenal, Sat. ii. lines 199-203

"Ille tenet speculum, pathici gestamen Othonis,
Actoris Aurunci spolium, quo se ille videbat
Armatum, cum jam tolli vexilla juberet.
Res memoranda novis annalibus, atque recenti
Historia, speculum civilis sarcina belli."

"This grasps a mirror-pathic Otho's boast
(Auruncan Actor's spoil), where, while his host,
With shouts, the signal of the fight required,
He viewed his mailed form; viewed, and admired!
Lo, a new subject for the historic page,

A MIRROR, midst the arms of civil rage!"

Gifford.]

Re-enter SFERO with the mirror.

Sar. (looking at himself). This cuirass fits me well, the baldric better,

And the helm not at all. Methinks I seem

[Flings away the helmet after trying it again. Passing well in these toys; and now to prove them. Altada! Where's Altada?

Sfe.

Waiting, Sire,

Without he has your shield in readiness.

Sar. True-I forgot-he is my shield-bearer
By right of blood, derived from age to age.

Myrrha, embrace me;-yet once more-once more-
Love me, whate'er betide. My chiefest glory
Shall be to make me worthier of your love.
Myr. Go forth, and conquer !

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[Exeunt SARDANAPALUS and Sfero. Now, I am alone:

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All are gone forth, and of that all how few
Perhaps return! Let him but vanquish, and
Me perish! If he vanquish not, I perish;
For I will not outlive him. He has wound.
About my heart, I know not how nor why.
Not for that he is King; for now his kingdom
Rocks underneath his throne, and the earth yawns
To yield him no more of it than a grave;
And yet I love him more. Oh, mighty Jove!
Forgive this monstrous love for a barbarian,
Who knows not of Olympus! yes, I love him
Now-now-far more than-Hark-to the war shout!
Methinks it nears me. If it should be so,

[She draws forth a small vial.

This cunning Colchian poison, which my father

Learned to compound on Euxine shores, and taught me How to preserve, shall free me! It had freed me

Long ere this hour, but that I loved, until

I half forgot I was a slave :-where all
Are slaves save One, and proud of servitude,
So they are served in turn by something lower
In the degree of bondage: we forget

That shackles worn like ornaments no less

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Are chains. Again that shout! and now the clash
Of arms-and now-and now-

Alt.

Enter ALTADA.

Ho, Sfero, ho!

Myr. He is not here; what wouldst thou with him?

How

Goes on the conflict?

Alt.

Dubiously and fiercely.

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Myr. And the King? Alt. Like a king. I must find Sfero, And bring him a new spear with his own helmet. He fights till now bare-headed, and by far Too much exposed. The soldiers knew his face, And the foe too; and in the moon's broad light, His silk tiara and his flowing hair Make him a mark too royal. Every arrow Is pointed at the fair hair and fair features, And the broad fillet which crowns both. Myr. Ye Gods, Who fulminate o'er my father's land, protect him! Were you sent by the King?

Alt.

By Salemenes,

Who sent me privily upon this charge,

Without the knowledge of the careless sovereign.
The King! the King fights as he revels! ho!
What, Sfero! I will seek the armoury—
He must be there.

Myr.

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[Exit ALTADA.

'Tis no dishonour-no-
'Tis no dishonour to have loved this man.
I almost wish now, what I never wished
Before that he were Grecian. If Alcides
Were shamed in wearing Lydian Omphale's
She-garb, and wielding her vile distaff; surely
He, who springs up a Hercules at once,

Nursed in effeminate arts from youth to manhood,
And rushes from the banquet to the battle,

As though it were a bed of love, deserves

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i.

and his own helmet.-[MS. M. erased.]

That a Greek girl should be his paramour,

And a Greek bard his minstrel-a Greek tomb
How goes the strife, sir?

His monument.

Officer.

Enter an Officer.

Lost almost past recovery. Zames! Where
Is Zames?

Myr.

Posted with the guard appointed

To watch before the apartment of the women.

Lost,

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[Exit Officer.

Myr. (sola). He's gone; and told no more than that

all's lost!

What need have I to know more? In those words,

Those little words, a kingdom and a king,

A line of thirteen ages, and the lives

Of thousands, and the fortune of all left

With life, are merged; and I, too, with the great,
Like a small bubble breaking with the wave
Which bore it, shall be nothing. At the least,
My fate is in my keeping: no proud victor
Shall count me with his spoils.

Pan.

Enter PANIA.

Away with me,

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The King?

Myrrha, without delay; we must not lose

A moment-all that's left us now.

Myr.

Pan. Sent me here to conduct you hence, beyond

The river, by a secret passage.

Myr.

He lives

Pan.

Then

And charged me to secure your life,

Myr.

And beg you to live on for his sake, till

He can rejoin you.

Pan. Not till the last. Still, still he does whate'er

Despair can do; and step by step disputes

The very palace.

Will he then give way?

Myr.

They are here, then :-aye,

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Their shouts come ringing through the ancient halls,
Never profaned by rebel echoes till

This fatal night. Farewell, Assyria's line!
Farewell to all of Nimrod! Even the name
Is now no more.

Pan.

Away with me-away!

Myr. No: I'll die here !-Away, and tell your King I loved him to the last.

Enter SARDANAPALUS and SALEMENES with Soldiers. PANIA quits MYRRHA, and ranges himself with them.

Sar.

Since it is thus,

We'll die where we were born-in our own halls.1
Serry your ranks-stand firm. I have despatched
A trusty satrap for the guard of Zames,

All fresh and faithful; they'll be here anon.

All is not over.-Pania, look to Myrrha.

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[PANIA returns towards MYRRHA. Sal. We have breathing time; yet once more charge,

my friends

One for Assyria !

Sar.

Rather say for Bactria!

My faithful Bactrians, I will henceforth be

King of your nation, and we'll hold together
This realm as province.

Sal.

Hark! they come-they come.

Enter BELESES and ARBACES with the Rebels. Arb. Set on, we have them in the toil.

charge!

Charge!

-On!

Bel. On! on!-Heaven fights for us, and with us[They charge the King and SALEMENES with their troops, who defend themselves till the arrival of ZAMES with the Guard before mentioned. The Rebels are then driven off, and pursued by SALEMENES, etc. As the King is going to join the pursuit, BELESES crosses him.

Bel. Ho! tyrant-I will end this war.

i. We'll die where we were raised

.—[MS. M. erased.]

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