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SCENE III
Antiochus' chamber.
Ecbatana, Susa, and Sogdiana,"" This were an empire! What are Syria, Greece And the blue littoral to Gades ? They are Too narrow to contain my soul, too petty To satisfy its hunger and its vastness. O pale sweet Parthian face with liquid eyes Mid darkest masses and O gracious limbs Obscuring this epitome of earth, You will not let me fix my eyes on Susa. I never yearned for any woman yet. While Timocles with the light Theban dames Amused his careless heart, I walked aside; Parthia and Greece became my mistresses. But now my heart is filled with one pale girl. Exult not, archer, I will quiet thee With sudden and assured possession first, Then keep thee beating an eternal strain. I have loved her through past lives and many ages. The Parthian princess, lovely Rodogune! O name of sweetness! Renowned Phraates' daughter, A bud of kings, — my glorious prisoner With those beseeching eyes. O high Antiochus, Who snatched her from among her guardian spears, Thou hast gone past but left this prophecy Of beautiful conquered Persia grown my slave To love me. It is thou, my Rodogune! Page – 380 Rodogune enters.
I have brought the wine.
Thou art the only wine,
I grudge them to the marble Rodogune.
Prince, I am Thy mother's slave,
Mine, mine, O Rodogune,
Thine.
O, thou hast spoken!
Touch me not, touch me not, Antiochus! Son of Nicanor, spare me, spare thyself, O me! I know the gods prepare some death; I am a living misfortune.
Wert thou my fate Page – 381 Of death itself, delightful Rodogune, Not, as thou art, heaven's pledge of bliss, I'ld not abstain From thy delight, but have my joy of thee The short while it is possible on earth. O, play not with the hours, my Rodogune. Why should brief man defer his joys and wait As if life were eternal ? Time does not pause, Death does not tarry.
Alas!
Thou lingerest yet.
Antiochus, my king!
So heave against me like a wave for ever.
O release me!
Thou sudden sorceress, die upon my breast! Page – 382
Release me, O release me!
Not till our lips have joined
Rodogune sinks at his feet and
I am thine, thine, thine, thine for ever. She rises and hides her face in her hands.
Hide not thy face from love. The gods in heaven
My heart
Stay where thou art. Or go, for thou art mine Page – 383 Who yet remain with me. Rodogune leaves the chamber with faltering steps.
O Love, thou art It is her eyes I see and not Ecbatana. Page – 384 |