ANTIOCHUS. 
This shall be done.  Full well it pleaseth me
Ye are not Jews, or are no longer Jews,
But Greeks; if not by birth, yet Greeks by custom. 
Your nameless temple shall receive the name
Of Jupiter Hellenius.  Ye may go!

SCENE III. —­ ANTIOCHUS; JASON.

ANTIOCHUS. 
My task is easier than I dreamed.  These people
Meet me half-way.  Jason, didst thou take note
How these Samaritans of Sichem said
They were not Jews? that they were Medes and Persians,
They were Sidonians, anything but Jews? 
’T is of good augury.  The rest will follow
Till the whole land is Hellenized.

JASON. 
My Lord,
These are Samaritans.  The tribe of Judah
Is of a different temper, and the task
Will be more difficult.

ANTIOCHUS. 
Dost thou gainsay me?

JASON. 
I know the stubborn nature of the Jew. 
Yesterday, Eleazer, an old man,
Being fourscore years and ten, chose rather death
By torture than to eat the flesh of swine.

ANTIOCHUS. 
The life is in the blood, and the whole nation
Shall bleed to death, or it shall change its faith!

JASON. 
Hundreds have fled already to the mountains
Of Ephraim, where Judas Maccabaeus
Hath raised the standard of revolt against thee.

ANTIOCHUS. 
I will burn down their city, and will make it
Waste as a wilderness.  Its thoroughfares
Shall be but furrows in a field of ashes. 
It shall be sown with salt as Sodom is! 
This hundred and fifty-third Olympiad
Shall have a broad and blood-red sea upon it,
Stamped with the awful letters of my name,
Antiochus the God, Epiphanes!—­
Where are those Seven Sons?

JASON. 
My Lord, they wait
Thy royal pleasure.

ANTIOCHUS. 
They shall wait no longer!

ACT II.

The Dungeons in the Citadel.

SCENE I. —­ THE MOTHER of the SEVEN SONS alone, listening.

THE MOTHER. 
Be strong, my heart! 
Break not till they are dead,
All, all my Seven Sons; then burst asunder,
And let this tortured and tormented soul
Leap and rush out like water through the shards
Of earthen vessels broken at a well. 
O my dear children, mine in life and death,
I know not how ye came into my womb;
I neither gave you breath, nor gave you life,
And neither was it I that formed the members
Of every one of you.  But the Creator,
Who made the world, and made the heavens above us,
Who formed the generation of mankind,
And found out the beginning of all things,
He gave you breath and life, and will again
Of his own mercy, as ye now regard
Not your own selves, but his eternal law. 
I do not murmur, nay, I thank thee, God,
That I and mine have not been deemed unworthy