The scattered wrappings of the burial night, I sped; and came to Peter, and to John, And cried: "Our Lord is stolen from His grave, With this dear Lord, dead, in her stony skirts? With these thoughts, like to snake-fangs, stinging me, It was not dark within! I deemed at first The face-cloth. Coming closer, I espied Two men who sate there very watchfully. One at the head, the other at the foot Of that stone table where my Lord had lain. Oh! I say "men"— I should have known no men Wherewith they questioned me: "Why weepest thou?" "Ah, Sirs!" I said, "my Lord is ta'en away, Nor wot we whither!" and thereat my tears Blotted all seeing. So, I turned to wipe Hard gazing on Him, and not knowing Him! such a look, Such Presence, beautiful and pure; such light Had told my beating heart and blinded eyes WHO this must be. But I my brow i' the dust He should ask this, the void grave gaping near, Ah, friend, such answer came, that my sadness turned When the sun springs in glory! such a word The word He spake My Lord! my King! my Christ! Was my name: "MARY!" No language had I then, No language have I now! only I turned My quick glance upward; saw Him; knew Him! sprang, - Edwin Arnold. RICHELIEU In this scene, four characters are introduced: Richelieu, the minister of France and cardinal of the church of Rome; Louis, the king; Baradas, the chief conspirator; Julie, Richelieu's ward. The king and Baradas have planned the assassination of Richelieu. The king has also designed to marry Julie; but in order to prevent this, Richelieu has given her in marriage to Adrien de Mauprat, whom Baradas has induced to become the tool in the assassination of Richelieu. As De Mauprat enters Richelieu's room to commit the murder, Richelieu, having anticipated him, thwarts him in his purpose, and then explains to him the treachery of Baradas; whereupon De Mauprat becomes concerned for Richelieu's safety, and meeting the conspirators after leaving the house, announces to them that Richelieu is dead. On the following day, the conspirators, together with De Mauprat, convene at the king's palace. While here, Baradas, who has already imprisoned Huguet, a spy, conspires against De Mauprat, and finally, by gaining the consent of the king, succeeds in having him also imprisoned in the Bastile. And now as the king and the conspirators are rejoicing over the supposed death of Richelieu, and are discussing plans as to the best disposition of public offices, Richelieu enters and says: Rich. [fiercely.] Room, my lords, room. The minister of France can need no intercession with the King. Louis. What means this false report of death, Lord Cardinal? Rich. Are you, then, angered, Sire, that I live still? Louis. No; but such artifice Rich. Not mine; look elsewhere, Louis! My castle swarmed with the assassins. Bar. [advancing.] We have punished them already. Huguet now In the Bastile. Oh! my lord, we were prompt My liege! What page, man, in the last court grammar, Louis. Tush, my lord, The old contrivance; ever does your wit Invent assassins, that ambition may Slay rivals Rich. Rivals, Sire, in what? Service to France? I have none. Lives the man Whom Europe deems rival to Armand Richelieu? Louis. What, so haughty! Remember, he who made, can unmake. Never! Rich. Louis [motions to BARADAS and turns haughtily to the Cardinal]. Enough! Your Eminence must excuse a longer audience. To your own palace: for our conference, this Rich. Good, my liege, for Justice All place a temple, and all season summer! Though loathed by Charity, might ask for justice! Kneeling for favors; but erect and loud, As men who ask man's rights! My liege, my Louis, In the pale presence of the baffled Murder? Louis. Lord Cardinal, one by one you have severed from me The bonds of human love; all near and dear You find me now amidst my trustiest friends, My closest kindred. You would tear them from me; Enough of plots and treasons for one reign. Home! home! and sleep away these phantoms. Rich. Sire! I patience, Heaven! Sweet Heaven! Sire, from the foot [Exit King and train.] Rich. Goddess of bright dreams, My country shalt thou lose me now, when most And die but on thy bosom. [Enter JULIE.] Julie. Heaven! I thank thee! It cannot be, or this all-powerful man Would not stand idly thus. Rich. Julie de Maupart, what dost thou here? Home! Julie. Home!is Adrien there? You're dumb, yet strive For words; I see them trembling on your lips, But choked by pity. It was truth—all truth! Seized the Bastile and in your presence, too! Cardinal, where is Adrien? Think! he saved Your life; your name is infamy, if wrong Rich. Be soothed, child. Julie. Child no more! I love, and I am woman! Hope and suffer: Love, suffering, hope what else doth make the strength |