Assert not the proud privilege thou wouldst give them; SIMON. Liar and slave! There is no rich libation to the All-Just So welcome as the blood of renegades And traitors MIRIAM (apart.) Oh! I dare not listen longer! The big drops stand upon his brow; his voice Is faint and fails, and there's no food at home. The night is dark-I'll go once more, or perish. [Departs unperceived. SIMON. What, John of Galilee! because my voice JOHN. Why, ay! the victim Is bound to th' horns of th' altar! Strike, I say, He waits thee-Strike! HIGH-PRIEST. Hold, Chiefs of Israel! Just Simon! valiant John! once more I dare And vindicate offence more rank and monstrous. Mock'd in his presence. Prayers even thence have risen, Prayers from the jealous holy Sanctuary, Even to the Crucified Man our fathers slew. JEWS. The Crucified! the Man of Nazareth! HIGH-PRIEST. This morn, as wont, our maidens had gone up "Lord of Mercies, be it done, Miriam! Miriam! Ha!-She's fled.-Guilt! Guilt It doth deserve! Apostate! 'twere a sin HIGH-PRIEST. I do commend you, brethren, for your silence! I see the abhorrence labouring in your hearts, Too deep and too infuriate for words. SIMON. Now, if it were my child, my Sarah's child, (SALONE, half unveiled, rushing forward, stops irresolutely.) Their eyes oppress me-my heart chokes my voice- Brave Amariah, son of John! Salone, And where is now the wine for the bridegroom's rosy cup? (16) And the tabret and the harp for the chamber of the bride? Lo! bright as burnish'd gold the lamps are sparkling up, And the odours of the incense are breathing far and wide; And the maidens' feet are glancing in the virgins' wedding train; And the sad streets of Salem are alive with joy again! THE JEWS. Long live Salone! Long live Amariah! SALONE. Am I awake?-how came I here unveil'd Among the bold and glaring eyes of men? THE JEWS. Long live Salone! Long live Amariah! SIMON. Now lead on the Bridal. Blow trumpets! shout, exulting Israel! Shout louder yet, the Bridegroom and the Bride! He speaks from Heaven-accept'st thou, John of City of David, through thy streets rejoice! Galilee, Heaven's terms of peace? JOHN. From earth or heaven, I care not What says my boy? AMARIAH. Oh! rather let me ask, What says the maid? Oh! raven-hair'd Salone, Why dost thou crowd thy jealous veil around thee? Look on me freely; beauteous in thy freedom; As when this morn I saw thee, on our walls, Thy hair cast back, and bare thy marble brow To the bright wooing of the enamour'd sun: They were my banner, Beauty, those dark locks; And in the battle 't was my pride, my strength, To think that eyes like thine were gazing on me. SALONE. Oh no, thou saw'st me not!-Oh. Amariah! JOHN. Now, if there be enough of generous food, A cup of wine in all the wasted city, We'll have a jocund revel. SIMON. Prophet Abiram, I have a question for thy secret ear. Fountain of Siloe-Night-An approaching Storm. MIRIAM. He is not here! and yet he might have known JAVAN, MIRIAM. JAVAN. What's there? I see A white and spirit-like gleaming-It must be ! Thou man, whose eyes are purged from earthly film, What dost thou here? now-now? where every mo Seest thou no further down the tide of time? For it should seem this designated union ment The soldiers prowl, and meeting sentinels Challenge each other? I have watch'd for thee As prisoners for the hour of their deliverance; Yet did I pray, love! that thou mightst not come, Why art thou here? MIRIAM. Does Javan ask me why? Because I saw my father pine with hungerBecause I never hope to come again. JAVAN. Too true! this night, this fatal night, if Heaven To him untimely who is fit to die: The less of this cold world, the more of heaven; But every moment to the man of guilt And bloodshed, one like-ah me! like my father, For the everlasting mercy-Think what 't is JAVAN. Go! go, dearest! If I were dying, I would have thee go- MIRIAM. This is worse than all! Oh! mock not thus with wild extravagant praise Breaks suddenly out, and then is quench'd as sud- A very weak and most unworthy girl. denly. The forced unnatural quiet, that pervades That in their mute and ponderous blackness hang The earth and heaven alike are terribly calm. MIRIAM. Alas! alas! give me the food! let's say Farewell as fondly as a dying man Should say it to a dying woman! JAVAN. Miriam! It shall not be. He, He hath given command, Javan, one last, one parting word with thee- And I have cruelly sported with thy sadness: Thy fond lips dwell on beauty, when thine eyes The hour would surely come, when the fond bride That when the signs are manifest, we should flee (17) Trust me, I had been charier of my tenderness. Of all her children, when this night is pass'd, Devoted Salem's darkest, and her last, I knew not that my fond unconscious hand Had been so bold-Oh, Javan! ere the morn "Twill have no power t' offend thee-'t will be cold. Of all her children none is left to her, JAVAN. Offend me! Miriam, when thou 'rt above Among the Saints, and I in the sinful world, How terrible 't will be if I should forfeit The hope of meeting thee in blessedness. MIRIAM. Forfeit! with faith like thine? JAVAN. Save those whose house is in the sepulchre. Yet, guilty city, who shall mourn for thee? Shall Christian voices wail thy devastation? Look down! look down, avenged Calvary, Upon thy late yet dreadful expiation. Oh! long foretold, though slow accomplish'd fate, Thou well rebukest me. Proud Cæsar's ploughshare o'er her ruins driven, To thy Redeemer I commit thee now, Save where yon mad city, There have been tears from holier eyes than mine Pour'd o'er thee, Zion! yea, the Son of Man I feel it now, the sad, the coming hour; The signs are full, and never shall the sun Her tale of splendour now is told and done: Oh! fair and favour'd city, where of old The balmy airs were rich with melody, How stately then was every palm-deck'd street, When shall the work, the work of death begin? Her price is paid, and she is sold like thou; Streets of Jerusalem-Night. Many Jews meeting. FIRST JEW. Saw ye it, father! saw ye what the city Had cast themselves to slumber on the stones, SECOND JEW. What sight? what say'st thou? FIRST JEW. The star, the star, the fiery-tressed star, And there was blackness, as of thunder clouds: SECOND JEW. Timorous boy! thou speak'st As though these things were strange. Why now we sleep With prodigies ablaze in all the heavens, What now? why all things sad and monstrous. The Prophets stand aghast, and vainly seek, Amid the thronging and tumultuous signs Which crowd this wild disastrous night, the intent Of the Eternal. Wonder breaks o'er wonder, As clouds roll o'er each other in the skies; And Terror, wantoning with man's perplexity, No sooner hath infix'd the awed attention On some strange prodigy, than it straight distracts it To a stranger and more fearful. Fresh horror! THIRD JEW. The son of Hananiah? is 't not he? THIRD JEW. Whom said'st? SECOND JEW. Art thou a stranger in Jerusalem, That thou rememberest not that fearful man! FOURTH JEW. Speak! speak! we know not all. SECOND JEW. Why thus it was: A rude and homely dresser of the vine, food; He neither cursed the one, nor thank'd the other. The Sanhedrim bade scourge him, and myself Beheld him lash'd, till the bare bones stood out Through the maim'd flesh, still, still he only cried, Hark? what's there? Woe to the City, till his patience wearied (At a distance.) To the sound of timbrels sweet, (18) Thou hast left the joyous, feast, And the mirth and wine have ceased; The angry persecutors. When they freed him, Woo! woe! woe! WITHIN. JOSHUA, the Son of Hananiah. Woe! woe! A voice from the East! a voice from the West! |