By Naaman, would fight for liberty.
Blind fools! To-day the envoys came to me,
And talked with me in secret. Promises,
Great promises! For every noble house
That urges peace, a noble recompense:
The King, submissive, kept in royal state
And splendour: most of all, honour and wealth
Shall crown the House of Rimmon, and his priest,—
Yea, and his priestess! For we two will rise
Upon the city’s fall. The common folk
Shall suffer; Naaman shall sink with them
In wreck; but I shall rise, and you shall rise
Above me! You shall climb, through incense-smoke,
And days of pomp, and nights of revelry,
Unto the topmost room in Rimmon’s tower,
The secret, lofty room, the couch of bliss,
And the divine embraces of the god.
TSARPI: [Throwing out her arms in exultation.]
All, all I wish! What
must I do for this?
REZON:
Turn Naaman away from thoughts
of war.
TSARPI:
But if I fail? His will
is proof against
The lure of kisses and the
wile of tears.
REZON:
Where woman fails, woman and
priest succeed.
Before the King decides, he
must consult
The oracle of Rimmon.
This my hands
Prepare,—and you
shall read the signs prepared
In words of fear to melt the
brazen heart
Of Naaman.
TSARPI:
But
if it flame instead?
REZON:
I know a way to quench that
flame. The cup,
The parting cup your hand
shall give to him!
What if the curse of Rimmon
should infect
That sacred wine with poison,
secretly
To work within his veins,
week after week
Corrupting all the currents
of his blood,
Dimming his eyes, wasting
his flesh? What then?
Would he prevail in war?
Would he come back
To glory, or to shame?
What think you?
TSARPI:
I?—
I do not think; I only do
my part.
But can the gods bless this?
REZON:
The
gods can bless
Whatever they decree; their
will makes right;
And this is for the glory
of the House
Of Rimmon,—and
for thee, my queen. Come, come!
The night grows dark:
we’ll perfect our alliance.
[REZON draws her with him,
embracing her, through
the shadows of the garden. RUAHMAH,
who has been
sleeping in the arbour, has been awakened
during
the dialogue, and has been dimly visible
in her
white dress, behind the vines. She parts
them and
comes out, pushing back her long, dark hair
from
her temples.]
RUAHMAH:
What have I heard? O
God, what shame is this
Plotted beneath Thy pure and
silent stars!
Was it for this that I was
brought away
A captive from the hills of