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But Raab Kiuprili moves with such a gait?
But agitates, not quells, its majesty. The form of the following dramatic poem is in hum. My patron! my commander! yes, 't is he! ble imitation of the Winter's Tale of Shakspeare, Call out the guards. The Lord Kiuprili comes. except that I have called the first part a Prelude in. stead of a first Act, as a somewhat nearer resem- Drums beal, elc. the Guard turns out. Enter RAAB
KIUPRILI. blance to the plan of the ancients, of which one specimen is left us in the Æschylian Trilogy of the RAAB KIUPRILI (making a signal to stop the drums, etc.) Agamemnon, the Orestes, and the Eumenides. Though Silence! enough! This is no time, young friend! a matter of form merely, yet two plays, on different For ceremonious dues. This summoning drum, periods of the same tale, might seem less bold, than Th’air-shattering trumpet, and the horseman's clatter, an interval of twenty years between the first and Are insults to a dying sovereign's ear. second act. This is, however, in mere obedience to Soldiers, 't is well! Retire! your general greets you, custom. The effect does not, in reality, at all de- His loyal fellow-warriors.
(Guards retira pend on the Time of the interval; but on a very different principle. There are cases in which an inter
Pardon my surprise. val of twenty hours between the acts would have a Thus sudden from the camp, and unattended: worse effect (i. e. render the imagination less disposed What may these wonders prophesy? to take the position required) than twenty years in
RAAB KIUPRILI. other cases. For the rest, I shall be well content if
Tell me first, my readers will take it up, read and judge it, as a How fares the king? His majesty still lives? Christmas tale.
(And none but they approach him) scoff at hope. CHARACTERS.
Ragozzi! I have reard thee from a child,
And as a child I have rear'd thee. Whence this air MEN. EMERICK, usurping King of Myria.
Of mystery? That face was wont to open Raab KIUPRILI, an Illyrian Chieftain.
Clear as the morning to me, showing all things. CASIMIR, Son of Kiuprili.
Hide nothing from me.
O most loved, most honor'd,
The mystery that struggles in my looks,
And mystery is contagious. All things here
Are full of motion : and yet all is silent:
RAAB KIUPRILI (his hand po his heart).
I have trembling proof within, how true thou speakest.
That the prince Emerick feasts the soldiery,
Gives splendid arms, pays the commanders' debts,
And it is whisper'd) by sworn promises Front of the Palace with a magnificent Colonnade. On Makes himself debtor-hearing this, thou hast heard
one side a military Guard-House. Sentries pacing All (7'hen in a subdued and saddened voice.) backward und forward before the Palace. CHEF But what my Lord will learn too soon himself. Ragozzi, at the door of the Guard-House, as looking
RAAB KIUPRILI. forwards at some object in the distance.
Ha Well then, let it come! Worse scarce can CHEF RAGOZZI My eyes deceive me not, it must be he!
This letter, written by the trembling hand Who but our chief, my more than father, who Of royal Andreas, calls me from the camp
To his immediate presence. It appoints me, Did my King love me? Did I earn his love ?
Was I his arm, his thunder-bolt? And now
Or, like an eagle, whose strong wings press up And with his life breathe forth a father's blessing. Against a coiling serpent's folds, can I
Strikę but for mockery, and with restless beak Remember you, my Lord, that Hebrew leech, Gore my own,breast -Ragozzi, thou art faithful ? Whose face so much distemper'd you ?
Here before Heaven I dedicate my faith
Barzoni ? To the royal line of Andreas.
RAAB KIUPRILI. (More courteously, I own, than pleased myself),
Hark, Ragozzi! ) sent him from the camp.
Guilt is a timorous thing. ere perpetration :
Despair alone makes wicked men be bold.
To him in chief Come thou with me! They have heard my voice in Prince Emerick trusts his royal brother's health.
Have faced round, terror-struck, and fear'd no longer RAAB KIUPRILI. Hide nothing, I conjure you! What of him?
The whistling javelins of their fell pursuers.
Ha! what is this? With pomp of words beyond a soldier's cunning,
[Black Flag displayed from the Tower of the Pal
ace: a death-belt lolls, etc.
Vengeance of Heaven! He is dead.
At length then 'tis announced. Alas! I fear,
That these black death-flags are but treason's signals. However vain, that soothes him: and, in fine,
RAAB KIUPRILI (looking forwards anxiously). Denies all chance of offspring from the Queen.
A prophecy too soon fulfill'd! See yonder!
O rank and ravenous wolves! the death-bell echoes
Precise and faithful in their villany,
Even to the moment, that the master traitor
Had preordain'd them.
Was it over-haste,
Or is it scorn, that in this race of treason [Is moving toward the palace. Their guilt thus drops its mask, and blazons forth If he but live and know me, all may
Their infamous plot even to an idiot's sense.
Doubtless they deem Heaven too usurp'd! Heaven's To stop all ingress to the palace.
Bought like themselves !
[During this conversalion music is heard, at first
solemn and funereal, and then changing to No place, no name, no rank excepted—.
spirited and triumphal.
Being equal all in crime, Thou !
Do you press on, ye spotted parricides !
For the one sole pre-eminence yet doubtful,
The prize of foremost impudence in guilt ?
The bad man's cunning still prepares the way Useless to thee, 't is worthless to myself.
For its own outwitting. I applaud, Ragozzi ! Thou art the framer of my nobler being :
[Musing to himself-thenNor does there live one virtue in my soul,
Raguzzi! I applaud, One honorable hope, but calls thee father.
In thee, the virtuous hope that dares look onward Yet ere thou dost resolve, know that yon palace And keeps the life-spark warm of future action Is guarded from within, that each access
Beneath the cloak of patient sufferance. Is throng'd by arm'd conspirators, watch'd by ruffians Act and appear as time and prudence prompt thee ; Pamper'd with gifts, and hot upon the spoil
I shall not misconceive the part thou playest. Which that false promiser still trails before them. Mine is an easier part-to brave the Usurper. I ask but this one boon-reserve my life
(Enter a procession of EMERICK'S Adherents Till I can lose it for the realm and thee!
Nobles, Chieftains, and Soldiers, with Music.
They advance toward the front of the Stage, My heart is rent asunder. O my country,
KIUprili makes the signal for them to stop O fallen Illyria! stand I here spell-bound !
The Music ceases.
LEADER OF THE PROCESSION.
RAAB KIUPRILI (turning away). The Lord Kiuprili :—Welcome from the camp. ,
Casimir! He, he a traitor!
Too soon indeed, Ragozzi! have I learnt it. Aside Grave magistrates and chieftains of Illyria!
CASIMIR (with reverence). In good time come ye hither, if ye come
My father and my Lord! As loyal men with honorable purpose
RAAB KIUPRILI. To mourn what can alone be mourn'd; but chiefly
I know thee not! To enforce the last commands of royal Andreas, And shield the queen, Zapolya : haply making Yet the remembrancing did sound right filial. The mother's joy light up the widow's tears.
A holy name and words of natural duty Our purpose demands speed. Grace our procession; Are blasted by a thankless traitor's utterance. A warrior best will greet a warlike king.
O hear me, Sire! not lightly have I sworn This patent, written by your lawful king
Homage to Emerick. Illyria's sceptre (Lo! his own seal and signature attesting)
Demands a manly hand, a warrior's grasp. Appoints aš guardians of his realm and offspring, The queen Zapolya's self-expected offspring The Queen, and the Prince Emerick, and myself. At least is doubtful: and of all our nobles, (Voices of Live King Emerick ! an Emerick ! an The king inheriting his brother's heart, Emerick!
Hath honor'd us the most. Your rank, my Lord! What means this clamor? Are these madmen's voices ? Already eminent, ismall it can be
Confirmed : and me the king's grace hath appointed Or is some knot of riotous slanderers leagued To infamize the name of the king's brother
Chief of his council and the lord high-steward. With a lie black as Hell? unmanly cruelty, Ingratitude, and most unnatural treason! (Murmurs. (Bought by a bribe !) I know thee now still less. What mean these murmurs ? Dare then any here
CASIMIR (struggling with his passion). Proclaim Prince Emerick a spotted traitor ?
So much of Raab Kiuprili's blood flows here, One that has taken from you your sworn faith,
That no power, save that holy name of father, And given you in return a Judas' bribe,
Could shield the man who so dishonor'd me.
RAAB KIUPRILI. (Loud murmurs, followed by cries-Emerick ! No The son of Raab Kiuprili! a bought bond-slave, Baby Prince! No Changelings !
Guilt's pander, treason's mouth-piece, a gay parrot,
School'd to shrill forth his feeder's usurp'd titles, Yet bear with me awhile! Have I for this
And scream, Long live king Emerick!
Ay, King Emerick! Fought with the foe, and stain'd its jagged points
Stand back, my Lord! Lead us, or let us pass. With gore from wounds, I felt not? Did the blast
SOLDIER. Beat on this body, frost-and-famine-numb’d, Nay, let the general speak! Till my hard flesh distinguish'd not itself
SOLDIERS. From the insensate mail, its fellow-warrior ?
Hear him! Hear him! And have I brought home with me Victory,
RAAB KIUPRILI. And with her, hand in hand, firm-footed Peace,
Hear me, Her countenance twice lighted up with glory, As if I had charm'd a goddess down from Heaven? Hear, and avenge me! Twice ten years have I
Assembled lords and warriors of Illyria, But these will flee abhorrent from the throne
Stood in your presence, honor'd by the king, Of usurpation !
Beloved and trusted. Is there one among you, (Murmurs increase—and cries of Onward ! onward ! Accuses Raab Kiuprili of a bribe !
Have you then thrown off shame, Or one false whisper in his sovereign's ear? And shall not a dear friend, a loyal subject,
Who here dare charge me with an orphan's rights Throw off all fear? I tell ye, the fair trophies Outfaced, or widow's plea left undefended Valiantly wrested from a valiant foe,
And shall I now be branded by a traitor, Love's natural offerings to a rightful king,
A bought bribed wretch, who, being called my son Will hang as ill on this usurping traitor,
Doth libel a chaste matron's name, and plant This brother-blight, this Emerick, as robes
Hensbane and aconite on a mother's grave ? Of gold pluck'd from the images of gods
The underling accomplice of a robber, Upon a sacrilegious robber's back.
That from a widow and a widow's offspring
Would steal their heritage? To God a rebel, [During the last four lines, enter LORD Casimir, And to the common father of his country with expressions of anger and alarm.
A recreant ingrate!
Sire! your words grow dangerous The elected King, our chosen Emerick ?
High-flown romantic fancies ill-beseem [Starts—then approaching with timid respect. Your age and wisdom. "Tis a statesman's virtue, My father!
To guard his country's safety by what means
It best may be protected—come what will
EMERICK Of these monks' morals!
A sovereign's ear ill brooks a subject's questioning! RAAB KIUPRILI (aside).
Yet for thy past well-doing—and because
"Tis hard to erase at once the tond belief Ha! the elder Brutus
Long cherish'd, that Illyria had in thee Made his soul iron, though his sons repented.
No dreaming priest's slave, but a Roman lover They boasted not their baseness.
Of her true weal and freedom-and for this, too, [Starts, and draws his sword. That, hoping to call forth to the broad day-light
Infamous changeling! And fostering breeze of glory, all deservings,
I still had placed thee foremnost.
Prince! I listen. (Chiefs, etc. Tush to interpose ; during the tumult enter EMERICK, alarmed.
Unwillingly I tell thee, that Zapolya,
Madden'd with grief, her erring hopes proved idle-
According to the sworn attests in council (Music rerommences. -The Procession passes into
RAAB KIUPRILI (aside).
Yes! the Jew, Barzoni
Under the imminent risk of death she lies,
Or irrecoverable loss of reason, Against his own son's breast?
If known friend's face or voice renew the frenzy. RAAB KIUPRILI.
CASIMIR (10 KJUPRILI). 'T would be best excuse him, Trust me, my Lord! a woman's trick has duped you~ Were he thy son, Prince Emerick. I abjure him.
Us 100—but most of all, the sainted Andreas.
Even for his own fair fame, his grace prays hourly
EMERICK Of love and grace to Raab Kiuprili's house?
Right, Casimir! RAAB KIUPRILI.
Receive my pledge, Lord General. It shall stand What right hadst thou, Prince Emerick, to bestow In her own will to appear and voice her claims; them?
Or (which in truth I hold the wiser course)
With all the past pass'd by, as family quarrels,
Let the Queen-Dowager, with unblench'd honors,
Resume her state, our first Illyrian matron.
Prince Emerick! you speak fairly, and your pledge too
Is such, as well would suit an honest meaning. Appointed by our sovereign's last free act, Writ by himself.
(Grasping the Palent.
My Lord! you scarce know half his grace's goodness.
The wealthy heiress, high-born fair Sarolta,
Bred in the convent of our noble ladies,
Her relative, the venerable abbess,
Hath, at his grace's urgence, woo'd and won for me. The access to the sovereign was refused me?
that name flourish, By whose authority dared the general leave Which your hervic deeds, brave chief, have render'd His camp and army, like a fugitive ?
Dear and illustrious to all true Illyrians!
RAAB KIUPRILI (sternly).
The longest line, that ever tracing herald Ran, open-eyed, upon the face of death!
Or found or feign'd, placed by a beggar's soul, A fugitive, with no other fear, than bodements
Hath but a mushroom's date in the comparison : To be belated in a loyal purpose
And with the soul, the conscience is coeval,
Yea, the soul's essence.
Conscience, good my Lord,
Hero or natural coward, shall have guidance Wouldst thou have pilfer'd from our school-boys Of a free people's destiny ; should fall out
themes In the mere lottery of a reckless nature,
These shallow sophisms of a popular choice? Where sew the prizes and the blanks are countless ? What people? How convened ? or, if convened, Or haply that a nation's fate should hang
Must not the magic power that charms together On the bald accident of a midwife's handling Millions of men in council, needs have power The unclosed sutures of an infant's skull ?
To win or wield them? Better, O far better
Shout forth thy titles to yon circling mountains, What better claim can sovereign wish or need,
And with a thousand-fold reverberation Than the free voice of men who love their country ? Make the rocks flatter thee, and the volleying air, Those chiefly who have fought for 't? Who, by right, Unbribed, shout back to thee, King Emerick! Claim for their monarch one, who having obey'd
By wholesome laws to embank the sovereign power So hath best learnt to govern; who, having sufferid, To deepen by restraint, and by prevention Can feel for each brave sufferer and reward him?
Of lawless will to amass and guide the flood Whence sprang the name of Emperor ? Was it not
In its majestic channel, is man's task By Nature's fiat? In the storm of triumph,
And the true patriot's glory! In all else 'Mid warriors' shouts, did her oracular voice
Men safelier trust to Heaven, than to themselves Make itself heard : Let the commanding spirit
When least themselves in the mad whirl of crowds Possess the station of command !
Where folly is contagious, and too oft
To chide and wonder at them when return'd.
Is 't thus, thou scoff"st the people! most of all, Ragozzi was thy school-male-a bold spirit!
The soldiers, the defenders of the people ? Bind him to us –Thy father thaws apace!
RAAB KIUPRILI (aloud). [Then aloud.
O most of all, most miserable nation, Leave us awhile, my Lord!—Your friend, Ragozzi, For whom th’ Imperial power, enormous bubble ! Whom you have not yet seen since his return,
Is blown and kept aloft, or hurst and shatter'd Commands the guard to-day.
By the bribed breath of a lewd soldiery! Casimir retires to the Guard-House ; and after a Chiefly of such, as from the frontiers far time appears before it with Cher Ragozzi. (Which is the noblest station of true warriors), We are alone.
In rank licentious idleness beleaguer What further pledge or proof desires Kiuprili?
Cily and court, a venom'd thorn i' the side Then, with your assen
of virtuous kings, the tyrant's slave and tyrant,
Still ravening for fresh largess! but with such
What title claim'st thou, save thy birth? What merits The unquiet silence of a stern Resolve,
Which many a liegeman may not plead as well, Throttling the impatient voice. I have heard thee, Brave though I grant thee? If a life outlabor'd Prince!
Head, heart, and fortunate arm, in watch and war, And I have watch'd thee, too; but have small faith in For the land's fame and weal; if large acquests, A plausible tale told with a fitting eye.
Made honest by th' aggression of the foe
And whose best praise is, that they bring us safety ; [Emerick lurns as about to call for the Guard. If victory, doubly-wreathed, whose under-garland In the next moment I am in thy power,
Of laurel-leaves looks greener and more sparkling In this thou art in mine. Stir but a step,
Through the gray olive-branch ; if these, Prince Eme Or make one sign-I swear by this good ord,
rick! Thou diest that instant.
Give the true title to the throne, not thou
No! (let Illyria, let the infidel enemy Ha, ha !-Well, Sir!--Conclude your homily.
Be judge and arbiter between us !) İ,
I were the rightful sovereign!
I have faith
That thou both think'st and hopest it. Fair Zapolye
A provident lady-
Wretch, beneath all answer' hood, Coils round in its own perplexity, and fixes
Offers at once the royal bed anu throne!
To be a kingdom's bulwark, a king's glory,
Yet loved by both, and trusted, and trust-worthy, Raab KIUPRILI (aloud): (he and EMERICK sland- Is more than to be king; but see! thy rage
ing at equi-distance from the Palace and Fights with thy fear. I will relieve thee! Ho! the Guard-House.
[To the Guard Hadst thou believed thine own tale, hadst thou fancied Thyself the rightful successor of Andreas, Not for thy sword, but to entrap thee, ruffian!