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 A room commanding the outer court of the palace.
Nebassar, Praxilla.  

PRAXILLA

I have seen them from the roof; at least ten thousand
March through the streets. Do you not hear their rumour,
A horrid hum as of unnumbered hornets
That slowly nears us ?

NEBASSAR

If they are so many,
It will be hard to save the princess.

PRAXILLA

Save her!
It is too late now to save anyone.

NEBASSAR

I fear so.

PRAXILLA

But never is too late to die
As loyal servants for the lords whose bread
We have eaten. At least we women of the household

Will show the way to you Chaldeans.

. NEBASSAR

We are soldiers,
Praxilla, and need no guidance on a road
We daily tread in prospect. I’ll bring my guards.

He goes out saluting Cassiopea who enters.

CASSIOPEA

Swift Diomede must have reached by now,

Praxilla.

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PRAXILLA

I hope so, madam.

She goes out to the inner apartments.

CASSIOPIA

Then Iolaus
Is safe. My sad heart has at least that comfort.
O my Andromeda, my child Andromeda,
Thou wouldst not let me save thee. Hadst thou too gone,
I would have smiled when their fierce fingers rent me.

Cepheus enters.

CEPHEUS

The mob is nearing; all my Syrian guards
Have fled; we cannot hope for safety now.

CASSIOPEA

Then what is left but to set rapid fire
To the rafters and prevent on friendly swords
The rabble’s outrage?

CEPHEUS

Was it for such a fate
Thou earnest smiling from an emperor’s palace,
O Cassiopea, Cassiopea!

CASSIOPEA

For me

Grieve not.

CEPHEUS

O Lady, princess of Chaldea,
Pardon me who have brought thee to this doom.

Yet 1 meant well and thought that I did wisely:

But the gods wrest our careful policies
To their own ends until we stand appalled
Remembering what we meant to do and seeing

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What has been done.

CASSIOPEA

With no half soul I came
To share thy kingdom and thy joys; entirely
I came, to take the evil also with thee.

CEPHEUS

Is there no truth in our high-winging ideals ?

My rule was mild as spring, kind as the zephyr:

It tempered justice with benevolence

And offered pardon to the rebel and sinner;

I showed mercy, the rare sign of gods and kings.
In this too difficult world, this too brief life
To serve the gods with virtue seemed the best.
A nation’s happiness was my only care;

I made the people’s love my throne’s sure base

And dreamed the way I chose true, great, divine.

But the heavenly gods have other thoughts than man’s;

Their awful aims transcend our human sight.
Another doom than I had hoped they gave.

CASSIOPIA

A screened Necessity drives even the gods.
Over human lives it strides to unseen ends;

Our tragic failures are its stepping-stones.

CEPHEUS

My father lived calm, just, pitiless, austere,
As a stern god might sway a prostrate world:

Admired and feared, he died a mighty king.
My end is this abominable fate.

CASSIOPEA

Another law than mercy’s rules the earth.

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CEPHEUS

If I had listened to thee, O Cassiopea,
Chance might have taken a fairer happier course.
Always thou saidst to me, "The people’s love
Is a glimmer on quicksands in a gliding sea:

Today they are with thee, to-morrow turn elsewhere.

Wisdom, strength, policy alone are sure."

I thought I better knew my Syrian folk.

Is this not my well-loved people at my door,

This tiger-hearted mob with bestial growl,

This cry for blood to drink, this roar of hate?

Always thou spok’st to me of the temple’s power,

A growing danger menacing the State,

Its ambition’s panther crouch and serpent pride

And cruel craft in a priest’s sombre face:

I only saw the god and sacred priest.

To priest and god 1 am thrown a sacrifice.

The golden-mouthed orator of the market-place,

Therops, thou bad’st me fear and quell or win

Gaining his influence to my side. To me

He seemed a voice and nothing but a voice.

Too late I learn that human speech has power

To change men’s hearts and turn the stream of Time.

Thy eyes could read in Phineus’ scheming brain.

I only thought to buy the strength of Tyre

Offering my daughter as unwilling price.

He has planned my fall and watches my agony.

At every step I have been blind, have failed:

All was my error; all’s lost and mine the fault.

CASSIOPEA

Blame not thyself; what thou hadst to be, thou wert,

And never yet came help from vain remorse.
It is too late, too late. To die is left;

Fate and the gods concede us nothing more.

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CEPHEUS

But strength to meet the doom is always ours.
In royal robes and crowned we will show ourselves
To our people and look in the eyes of death and fate.
What is this armoured tramp?

The Chaldean guards enter with
Nebassar at their head.

CAPTAINS

O King, we come
To die with thee, the soldiers of Chaldea;

For all in Syria have abandoned thee.

CEPHEUS

I thank you, soldiers.

CRIES OUTSIDE

Poseidon, great Poseidon! we are Poseidon’s people. In, in, in!
Kill the cuckold Cepheus, tear the harlot Cassiopea.

CEPHEUS

Voices of insolent outrage
Proclaim the heartless rabble. On the steps
Of our own palace we’ll receive our subjects.

CASSIOPEA

This, this becomes thee, monarch.

NEBASSAR

Soldiers, form
With serried points before these mighty sovereigns.

The mob surges in, Therops and Perissus at their
head, Polydaon a little behind, Damoetes, Morus
and the rest. Praxilla and others of the household
come running in. 

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MOB

On them! on them! Cut the Chaldeans to pieces!

THEROPS

Halt, people, halt: let there be no vain bloodshed

CASSIOPEA

Here is a tender-hearted demagogue!

THEROPS

Cepheus and Cassiopea, ’tis vain and heinous
To dally with your fate; it will only make you

More criminal before the majesty
Of the offended people.

CEPHEUS

Majesty!

CASSIOPEA

An unwashed majesty and a wolf-throated!

THEROPS

Insolent woman, to thee I speak not. Cepheus,

CEPHEUS

Use humbler terms. I am thy King as yet.

THEROPS

The last in Syria. Tell me, wilt thou give up
Thy children to the altar, and thyself
Surrender here with this Chaldean woman
For mercy or judgment to the assembled will
Of Syria.

CASSIOPEA

A tearing mercy, a howling judgment!

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POLYDAON

Therops, why do you treat with these ? Chaldeans!

And you, Praxilla! women of the household!

Bring out the abominable Andromeda

Who brought the woe on Syria. Why should you vainly

Be ripped and mangled?

CRIES OF WOMEN

Bring out Andromeda!
Bring out the harlot’s daughter, bring her out!

CRIES OF MEN

Andromeda! Andromeda! Andromeda!
Bring out this vile Andromeda to die!

Andromeda enters from the inner Palace, followed
by slave-girls entreating and detaining her.

PRAXILLA (sorrowfully)

Wilt thou be wilful even to the end?

CASSIOPEA

Alas, my child!

ANDROMEDA

Mother, weep not for me. Perhaps my death
May save you; and ’tis good that I should die,
Not these poor innocent people. Against me
Their unjust god is wroth.

CEPHEUS

O my poor sunbeam!

ANDROMEDA (advancing and showing herself to the people)

O people who have loved me, you have called me
And I am here.

A fierce roar from the mob.

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THEROPS

How she shrinks back appalled!

PRAXILLA

God! What a many-throated howl of demons!
Their eyes glare ,death. These are not men and Syrians.
The fierce Poseidon has possessed their breasts
And breathed his awful blood-lust into all hearts
Deafening the voice of reason, slaying pity:

Poseidon’s rage glares at us through these eyes,
It is his ocean roar that fills our streets.

Cries from the mob.

BALTIS

Seize her! seize her! the child of wickedness!

VOICES OF WOMEN

Throw her to us! throw her to us! We will pick

The veins out of her body one by one.

DAMOETES

Throw her to us! We will burn her bit by bit,

MORUS

Yes, cook her alive; no, Damoetes? Ho, ho, ho!

VOICES OF MEN

She has killed our sons and daughters: kill her! kill her.

VOICES OF WOMEN

She is the child of her wicked mother: kill her!

MOB

Throw her to us! throw her to us!

MEGAS

We’ll tear her here, and the furies shall tear her afterwards forever in Hell.

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THEROPS

Peace, people’ she is not yours, she is Poseidon’s.

ANDROMEDA

Alas, why do you curse me ? I am willing
To die for you. If J had known- this morn
The monster’s advent, I would have gone and met him
While you yet slept, and saved your poor fair children
Whose pangs have been my own. Had I died first,
I should not then have suffered. O my loved people,
You loved me too: when I went past your homes,
You blessed me always; often your girls and mothers
Would seize and bind me to their eager breasts
With close imprisonment, kiss on their doorways
And with a smiling soft reluctance leave.
O do not curse me now! I can bear all,
But not your curses.

PERISSUS

Alack, my pretty lady!
What madness made you do it?

POLYDAON

She has rewarded
Your love by bringing death upon you, Syrians,
And now she tries to melt you by her tears.

MOB

Kill her, kill her! Cut the Chaldeans to pieces! We will have her!

PASITHEA

O do not hurt her! She is like my child
Whom the fierce monster tore.

MEGAS

Unnatural mother!

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Would you protect her who’s cause your child was eaten?

PASITHEA

Will killing her give back my child to me ?

MEGAS

No, it will save the children of more mothers.

DAMOETES

Gag up her puling mouth, the white-faced fool!

VOICES

Tear, tear Andromeda! Seize her and tear her!

WOMEN

Let us only get at her with our teeth and fingers!

NEBASSAR

Use swords, Chaldeans.

POLYDAON

Order, my children, order!
Chaldean, give us up Andromeda,
And save your King and Queen.

NEBASSAR

What, wilt thou spare them ?

CASSIOPEA

Thou wilt not give my child to him, Nebassar ?
Thou dar’st not’

NEBASSAR

Queen, ’tis better one should die
For all.

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POLYDAON

I swear to thee, I will protect them.

CASSIOPEA

Trust not his oaths, his false and murderous oaths.

NEBASSAR

He is a priest; if we believe him, nothing
We lose, something may gain.

MEGAS

What wilt thou do?
The people do not like it. See, they mutter.

POLYDAON

Let me have first their daughter in my grip,

Be sure of the god’s dearest victim. People,
I am Poseidon’s priest and your true friend.
Leave all to me.

CRIES

Leave all to Polydaon! the good priest knows what he is doing.

POLYDAON

Soldiers, give up the Princess.

NEBASSAR

Shall she be only given to Poseidon?
Will you protect her from worse outrage ?

POLYDAON

I will.

PRAXILLA

Look! what a hideous triumph lights the eyes

Of that fierce man. He glares at her with greed
Like a wild beast of prey, and on his mouth

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There is a cruel unclean foam. Nebassar,
O do not give her.

NEBASSAR

If there were any help!
Go forth, O princess, O Andromeda.-

CASSIOPEA

My child! my child!

ANDROMEDA

Give me one kiss, my mother.
We shall yet meet, I think. My royal father,
Andromeda farewells you, whom you loved
And called your sunbeam. But the night receives me.

CEPHEUS

.Alas!

DAMOETES

How long will these farewells endure ?
They are not needed: you shall meet presently
If Death’s angels can collect your tattered pieces.

CASSIOPEA

O savage Syrians, let my curses brood
Upon your land, an anguished mother’s curse.
May the Assyrian come and flay you living,
Impale your sons, rip up your ravished daughters
Before your agonising eyes and make you feel,
Who drag my child from me to butcher her,
The horror that you do. I curse you, Syrians.

ANDROMEDA

Hush, mother, mother! what they demand is just.  

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NEBASSAR

Lead back the King and Queen into the Palace,
Women. We too will from this sad surrender

Remove our eyes.

CASSIOPEA

I will not go. Let them tear her
Before me: then surely Heaven will avenge me.

CEPHEUS

Come, Cassiopea, come: our death’s delayed
By a few minutes. I will not see her slain.

Cepheus and Praxilla go in, forcibly leading Cassiopea;

they are followed by the slave-girls and then by Nebassar
and the Chaldeans: Andromeda is left alone on the steps.

CRIES OF THE MOB (surging forward)

Drag her, kill her, she is ours.

POLYDAON

Therops and thou, Perissus, stand in front
And keep the people off, or they will tear her,
Defraud Poseidon.

PERISSUS

Cheer up, my princess, come!
You shall be cleanly killed.

THEROPS

People of Syria,
Rob not Poseidon of his own! ’tis not the way
To turn his anger.

VOICES

Right, right! leave her to Poseidon: out with her to "the sea-monster

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GARDAS

Therops is always right.

DAMOETES

We will have her first: we will dress his banquet for him: none shall say us nay.

MORUS

Good; we will show Poseidon some excellent cookery. Ho, ho, ho!

MEGAS

No, no, no! To the rocks with her! Strip her, the fine dainty
princess, and hang her up in chains on the cliff-face.

A WOMAN

"Strip her! Off with her broidered robe and her silken tunic!
Why should she wear such, when my daughter carries only coarse
woollen?

A WOMAN (shaking her fist)

Curse the white child’s face of thee: it has ruined Syria. Die, dog’s daughter.

DAMOETES

Is she to die only once who has killed so many of us ? I say, tie her to one of these pillars and flog her till she drops.

MORUS

That’s right, skin her with whips: peel her for the monster, ho, ho, ho!

BALTIS

Leave her: Hell’s tortures shall make the account even.

POLYDAON

In order, children: let all be done in order.  

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THEROPS

She droops like a bruised flower beneath their curses,
And the tears lace her poor pale cheeks like frost
Glittering on snowdrops. I am sorry now
I had a hand in this,

ANDROMEDA

You two have faces
Less cruel than the others. I am willing
To die, — oh, who would live to be so hated?
But do not let them shame or torture me.

PERISSUS

Off! off! thick-brained dogs, loud-lunged asses! What do you do, yelping and braying here? Will you give a maimed meal to Poseidon’s manhound? Do you know me not? Have you never heard of Perissus, never seen Perissus the butcher? I guard Poseidon’s meat, and whoever touches a morsel of it, T will make meat of him with my cleaver. I am Perissus, I am the butcher.

VOICES

It is Perissus, the good and wealthy butcher. He is right. To the rocks with her!

VOICES OF WOMEN

Bind her first: we will see her bound!

PERISSUS

In all that is rational, I will indulge you,
Where is a cord ?

CRIES

A cord, who has a cord ?

DAMOETES

Here is one, Perissus. Tis rough and strong and sure.  

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PERISSUS

Come, wear your bracelets.

ANDROMEDA

O bind me not so hard!

You cut my wrists.

She weeps.

PERISSUS

You are too soft and tender.
There, dry your eyes, — but that, poor slip, you cannot.
See, I have tied you very lightly: say not
That this too hurts.

ANDROMEDA

I thank you; you are kind.

PERISSUS

Kind! Why should I not be kind? Because I am a butcher must I have no bowels ? Courage, little Princess: none shall hurt thee but thy sea-monster and he, I am sure, will crunch thy little bones very tenderly. Never had man-eater such sweet bones to crunch. Alack! but where is the remedy?

POLYDAON

Now take her to the beach and chain her there
Upon the rocks to bear her punishment.
Perissus, lead her forth! We’ll follow you.

CRIES

Not I! not I!

DAMOETES

You’ld kill us, Polydaon!
Poseidon’s anger walks by the sea-beaches.

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POLYDAON

The fierce sea-dragon will not hurt you, friends,

Who bring a victim, to Poseidon’s altar
Of the rude solemn beaches. I’ll protect you.

CRIES

We’ll go with Polydaon! with the good Polydaon!

POLYDAON

Perissus, go before. We’ll quickly come.

PERISSUS

Make way there or I’ll make it with my cleaver.
Heart, little Princess! None shall touch thee. Heart!

Perissus and others make their way
out with Andromeda,

POLYDAON

Hem, people, hem the Palace in with myriads:

We’ll pluck out Cepheus and proud Cassiopea.

CRIES

Kill Cepheus the cuckold, the tyrant! Tear the harlot Cassiopea.

THEROPS

Is this thy sacred oath? Had not Nabassar
Thy compact, priest?

POLYDAON

I swore not by Poseidon.
Wilt thou oppose me?

THEROPS

Thy perjury too much
Favours my private wishes. Yet would I not
Be thou with such a falsehood on my conscience.  

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POLYDAON

Why, Therops, be thyself and thou shalt yet
Be something great in Syria.

DAMOETES

Where’s. Iolaus?

Shall he not also die?

POLYDAON

Too long forgotten!
O that I should forget my dearest hatred!
By this he has concealed himself or fled
And 1 am baulked of what I chiefly cherished.

THEROPS

Oh, do them justice I the great house of Syria
Were never cowards. The prince has been o’erwhelmed
On his way hither with rash sword to rescue:

So Aligattas tells, who came behind us.
He’s taken to the temple.

POLYDAON

Heard you?

MOB

Hurrah!

BALTIS

But what’s the matter now with our good priest?
His veins are all out and his face is blood-red!

DAMOETES

This joy is too great for him.

POLYDAON

I am a god,
A god of blood and roaring victory.  

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Oh, blood in rivers! His heart out of his breast,
And his mother there to see it! and I to laugh
At her, to laugh!

THEROPS

This is not sanity.

POLYDAON (controlling himself with a great effort)

The sacrilegious house is blotted out
Of Cepheus. Lei not one head outlive their ending!
Andromeda appoints the way to Hades
Who was in crime the boldest, then her brother
Yells on the altar: last Cepheus and his Queen —

CRIES

Tear her! let the Chaldean harlot die.

POLYDAON

She shall be torn! but not till she has seen
The remnants of the thing that was her daughter:

Not till her sweet boy’s heart has been plucked out
Under her staring eyes from his red bosom.
Till then she shall not die. But afterwards
Strew with her fragments every street of the city.

CRIES

Hear, hear Poseidon’s Viceroy, good Polydaon!

MEGAS

In! in! cut off their few and foreign swordsmen.

CRIES

In! in! let not a single Chaldean live.

The mob rushes into the Palace; only
Therops and Polydaon remain.  

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POLYDAON

Go, Therops, take good care of Cassiopea,
Or she will die too mercifully soon.

THEROPS (aside)

How shall we bear this grim and cruel beast
For monarch, when all’s done! He is not human.

He goes into the Palace.

POLYDAON

I have set Poseidon’s rage in human hearts;

His black and awful Influence flows from me.
Thou art a mighty god, Poseidon, yet
And mightily thou hast avenged thyself.
The drama’s nearly over. Now to ring out
The royal characters amid fierce howlings
And splendid, pitiless, crimson massacre, —
A great finale! Then, then I shall be King.

(As he speaks, he gesticulates more

wildly and his madness gains upon him.)

Thou luckless Phineus, wherefore didst thou leave
So fortunate a man for thy ally ?
The world shall long recall King Polydaon.
I will paint Syria gloriously with blood.
Hundreds shall daily die to incarnadine
The streets of my city and my palace floors,
For I would walk in redness. I’ll plant my gardens
With heads instead of lilacs. Hecatombs
Of men shall groan their hearts out for my pleasure
In crimson rivers. I’ll not wait for shipwrecks.
Assyrian captives and my Syrian subjects,
Nobles and slaves, men, matrons, boys and virgins
At matins and at vespers shall be slain
To me in my magnificent high temple
Beside my thunderous Ocean. I will possess
Women each night, who the next day shall die,
Encrimsoned richly for the eyes’ delight.

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My heart throngs out in words! What moves within me?
I am athirst, magnificently athirst,

And for a red and godlike wine. Whence came

The thirst on me? It was not here before.

Tis thou, ’tis thou, O grand and grim Poseidon,

Hast made thy scarlet session in my soul

And growest myself. I am not Polydaon,

J am a god, a mighty dreadful god,

The multitudinous mover in the sea,

The shaker of the earth: I am Poseidon

And I will walk in three tremendous paces

Climbing the mountains with my clamorous waters

And sec my dogs eat up Andromeda,

My enemy, and laugh in my loud billows.

The clamour of battle roars within the Palace!

I have created it, I am Poseidon.

Sit’st thou, my elder brother, charioted

In clouds? Look down, O brother Zeus, and see

My actions! they merit thy immortal gaze.

He goes into the Palace.

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