Complete Works of Oscar Wilde E-Book

Oscar Wilde

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• Sprache: Englisch
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This ebook contains all of Oscar Wilde's plays (including the fragments), his only novel, his fairy tales and short stories, the poems, all of his essays, lectures, reviews, and other newspaper articles, based on the 1909 edition of his works. For easier navigation, there are tables of contents for each section and one for the whole volume. At the end of each text there are links bringing you back to the respective contents tables. I have also added an alphabetical index for the poems and a combined one for all the essays, lectures, articles, and reviews. Contents: THE PLAYS. Vera or the Nihilists, The Duchess of Padua, Lady Windermere's Fan, A Woman of No Importance, An Ideal Husband, The Importance of Being Earnest, Salomé (the French original and Bosie's translation, and the fragments of La Sainte Courtisane and A Florentine Tragedy. THE NOVEL. The Picture of Dorian Gray. THE STORIES. All the stories and tales from The Happy Prince and Other Tales, Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and Other Stories (incl. The Portrait of Mr. W.H.), and A House of Pomegranates. THE POEMS. The Collected Poems of O.W. THE ESSAYS etc. The four essays from 'Intentions', The Soul of Man under Socialism, De Profundis (the unabridged version!), The Rise of Historical Criticism, the lectures (The English Renaissance in Art, House Decoration, Art and the Handicraftsman, Lecture to Art Students)

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Oscar Wilde: The Complete works 

The Complete Works

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O S C A R W I L D E

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p  l  a  y  s

Vera.

The Duchess of Padua.

Lady Windermere’s Fan.

A Woman of No Importance.

The Importance of Being Earnest.

An Ideal Husband.

Salomé.[French][English]

La Sainte Courtisane.

A Florentine Tragedy.

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n  o  v  e  l

The Picture of Dorian Gray.

[1890 magazine publication]

[1891 book publication]

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s  t  o  r  i  e  s

The Happy Prince and Other Tales.

The Portrait of Mr W. H. [1889][1921]

Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime and Other Stories.

A House of Pomegranates.

Poems in Prose.

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p  o  e  m  s

Ravenna.

Poems. [1881]

The Sphinx.

The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

Uncollected Poems.

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e  s  s  a  y  s

Intentions.

The Soul of Man under Socialism.

De Profundis.

Lectures, Essays, and Criticism.

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r  e  v  i  e  w  s

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l  e  t  t  e  r  s

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index

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PLAYS.

Vera, or, The Nihilists.

A Drama in a Prologue and Four Acts

by

Oscar Wilde

London: Ranken & Co., 1880

[The text follows the 1927 Methuen & Co. edition.]

contents.

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Prologue.

First Act.

Second Act.

Third Act.

Fourth Act.

the persons of the prologue.

peter sabouroff, an Innkeeper.

vera sabouroff, his Daughter.

michael, a Peasant.

colonel kotemkin.

SceneRussia

Time1795

the persons of the play.

ivan the czar.

prince paul maraloffski, Prime Minister of Russia.

prince petrovitch.

count rouvaloff.

marquis de poivrard.

baron raff.

general kotemkin.

a page.

nihilists.

peter tchernavitch, President of the Nihilists.

michael.

alexis ivanacievitch, known as a Student of Medicine.

professor marfa.

vera sabouroff.

Soldiers, Conspirators, &c.

SceneMoscow

Time1800

·1· Prologue.

SCENE—A Russian Inn.

[Large door opening on snowy landscape at back of stage.]

[Peter Sabouroff and Michael.]

peter

[Warming his hands at a stove.] Has Vera not come back yet, Michael?

michael

No, Father Peter, not yet; ’tis a good three miles to the post office, and she has to milk the cows besides, and that dun one is a rare plaguey creature for a wench to handle.

peter

Why didn’t you go with her, you young fool? she’ll never love you unless you are always at her heels; women like to be bothered.

michael

She says I bother her too much already, Father Peter, and I fear she’ll never love me after all.

·2· peter

Tut, tut, boy, why shouldn’t she? you’re young and wouldn’t be ill-favoured either, had God or thy mother given thee another face. Aren’t you one of Prince Maraloffski’s gamekeepers; and haven’t you got a good grass farm, and the best cow in the village? What more does a girl want?

michael

But Vera, Father Peter——

peter

Vera, my lad, has got too many ideas; I don’t think much of ideas myself; I’ve got on well enough in life without ’em; why shouldn’t my children? There’s Dmitri! could have stayed here and kept the inn; many a young lad would have jumped at the offer in these hard times; but he, scatter-brained featherhead of a boy, must needs go off to Moscow to study the law! What does he want knowing about the law! let a man do his duty, say I, and no one will trouble him.

michael

Ay! but, Father Peter, they say a good lawyer can break the law as often as he likes, and no one can say him nay.

·3· peter

That is about all they are good for; and there he stays, and has not written a line to us for four months now—a good son that, eh?

michael

Come, come, Father Peter, Dmitri’s letters must have gone astray—perhaps the new postman can’t read; he looks stupid enough, and Dmitri, why, he was the best fellow in the village. Do you remember how he shot the bear at the barn in the great winter?

peter

Ay, it was a good shot; I never did a better myself.

michael

And as for dancing, he tired out three fiddlers Christmas come two years.

peter

Ay, ay, he was a merry lad. It is the girl that has the seriousness—she goes about as solemn as a priest for days at a time.

michael

Vera is always thinking of others.

·4· peter

There is her mistake, boy. Let God and our little Father look to the world. It is none of my work to mend my neighbour’s thatch. Why, last winter old Michael was frozen to death in his sleigh in the snowstorm, and his wife and children starved afterwards when the hard times came; but what business was it of mine? I didn’t make the world. Let God and the Czar look to it. And then the blight came, and the black plague with it, and the priests couldn’t bury the people fast enough, and they lay dead on the roads—men and women both. But what business was it of mine? I didn’t make the world. Let God and the Czar look to it. Or two autumns ago, when the river overflowed on a sudden, and the children’s school was carried away and drowned every girl and boy in it. I didn’t make the world—let God and the Czar look to it.

michael

But, Father Peter——

peter

No, no, boy; no man could live if he took his neighbour’s pack on his shoulders. [Enter Vera in peasant’s dress.] Well, my girl, you’ve been long enough away—where is the letter?

·5· vera

There is none to-day, Father.

peter

I knew it.

vera

But there will be one to-morrow, Father.

peter

Curse him, for an ungrateful son.

vera

Oh, Father, don’t say that; he must be sick.

peter

Ay! sick of profligacy, perhaps.

vera

How dare you say that of him, Father? You know that is not true.

peter

Where does the money go, then? Michael, listen. I gave Dmitri half his mother’s fortune to bring with him to pay the lawyer folk of Moscow. He has only written three times, and every time for more money. He got it, not at my wish, but at hers [pointing to Vera], and now ·6· for five months, close on six almost, we have heard nothing from him.

vera

Father, he will come back.

peter

Ay! the prodigals always return; but let him never darken my doors again.

vera

[Sitting down pensive.] Some evil has come on him; he must be dead! Oh! Michael, I am so wretched about Dmitri.

michael

Will you never love any one but him, Vera?

vera

[Smiling.] I don’t know; there is so much else to do in the world but love.

michael

Nothing else worth doing, Vera.

peter

What noise is that, Vera? [A metallic clink is heard.]

·7· vera

[Rising and going to the door.] I don’t know, Father; it is not like the cattle bells, or I would think Nicholas had come from the fair. Oh! Father! it is soldiers!—coming down the hill—there is one of them on horseback. How pretty they look! But there are some men with them with chains on! They must be robbers. Oh! don’t let them in, Father; I couldn’t look at them.

peter

Men in chains! Why, we are in luck, my child! I heard this was to be the new road to Siberia, to bring the prisoners to the mines; but I didn’t believe it. My fortune is made! Bustle, Vera, bustle! I’ll die a rich man after all. There will be no lack of good customers now. An honest man should have the chance of making his living out of rascals now and then.

vera

Are these men rascals, Father? What have they done?

peter

I reckon they’re some of those Nihilists the priest warns us against. Don’t stand there idle, my girl.

·8· vera

I suppose, then, they are all wicked men.

[Sound of soldiers outside; cry of “Halt!” enter Russian officer with a body of soldiers and eight men in chains, raggedly dressed; one of them on entering hurriedly puts his coat above his ears and hides his face; some soldiers guard the door, others sit down; the prisoners stand.]

colonel

Innkeeper!

peter

Yes, Colonel.

colonel

[Pointing to Nihilists.] Give these men some bread and water.

peter

[To himself.] I shan’t make much out of that order.

colonel

As for myself, what have you got fit to eat?

peter

Some good dried venison, your Excellency—and some rye whisky.

·9· colonel

Nothing else?

peter

Why, more whisky, Your Excellency.

colonel

What clods these peasants are! You have a better room than this?

peter

Yes, sir.

colonel

Bring me there. Sergeant, post your picket outside, and see that these scoundrels do not communicate with any one. No letter writing, you dogs, or you’ll be flogged for it. Now for the venison. [To Peter bowing before him.] Get out of the way, you fool! Who is that girl? [Sees Vera.]

peter

My daughter, Your Highness.

colonel

Can she read and write?

peter

Ay, that she can, sir.

·10· colonel

Then she is a dangerous woman. No peasant should be allowed to do anything of the kind. Till your fields, store your harvest, pay your taxes, and obey your masters—that is your duty.

vera

Who are our masters?

colonel

Young woman, these men are going to the mines for life for asking the same foolish question.

vera

Then they have been unjustly condemned.

peter

Vera, keep your tongue quiet. She is a foolish girl, sir, who talks too much.

colonel

Every woman does talk too much. Come, where is this venison? Count, I am waiting for you. How can you see anything in a girl with coarse hands? [He passes with Peter and his Aide-de-Camp into an inner room.]

vera

[To one of the Nihilists.] Won’t you sit down? you must be tired.

·11· sergeant

Come now, young woman, no talking to my prisoners.

vera

I shall speak to them. How much do you want?

sergeant

How much have you?

vera

Will you let these men sit down if I give you this? [Takes off her peasant’s necklace.] It is all I have; it was my mother’s.

sergeant

Well, it looks pretty enough, and it is heavy too. What do you want with these men?

vera

They are hungry and tired. Let me go to them?

one of the soldiers

Let the wench be, if she pays us.

sergeant

Well, have your way. If the Colonel sees you, you may have to come with us, my pretty one.

·12· vera

[Advances to the Nihilists.] Sit down; you must be tired. [Serves them food.] What are you?

prisoner

Nihilists.

vera

Who put you in chains?

prisoner

Our father, the Czar.

vera

Why?

prisoner

For loving liberty too well.

vera

[To prisoner, who hides his face.] What did you want to do?

dmitri

To give liberty to thirty millions of people enslaved to one man.

vera

[Startled at the voice.] What is your name?

·13· dmitri

I have no name.

vera

Where are your friends?

dmitri

I have no friends.

vera

Let me see your face.

dmitri

You will see nothing but suffering in it. They have tortured me.

vera

[Tears the cloak from his face.] Oh, God! Dmitri! my brother!

dmitri

Hush! Vera; be calm. You must not let my father know; it would kill him. I thought I could free Russia. I heard men talk of Liberty one night in a café. I had never heard the word before. It seemed to be a new god they spoke of. I joined them. It was there all the money went. Five months ago they seized us. They found me printing the paper. I am going to the mines for life. I could not write. I thought it would be better to let you think I was dead; for they are bringing me to a living tomb.

·14· vera

[Looking round.] You must escape, Dmitri. I will take your place.

dmitri

Impossible! You can only revenge us.

vera

I shall revenge you.

dmitri

Listen! there is a house in Moscow——

sergeant

Prisoners, attention!—the Colonel is coming—young woman, your time is up.

[Enter Colonel, Aide-de-Camp and Peter.]

peter

I hope Your Highness is pleased with the venison. I shot it myself.

colonel

It had been better had you talked less about it. Sergeant, get ready. [Gives purse to Peter.] Here, you cheating rascal!

peter

My fortune is made! Long live Your Highness. I hope Your Highness will come often this way.

·15· colonel

By Saint Nicholas, I hope not. It is too cold here for me. [To Vera]. [E:Vera.]] Young girl, don’t ask questions again about what does not concern you. I will not forget your face.

vera

Nor I yours, or what you are doing.

colonel

You peasants are getting too saucy since you ceased to be serfs, and the knout is the best school for you to learn politics in. Sergeant, proceed.

[The Colonel turns and goes to top of stage. The prisoners pass out double file; as Dmitri passes Vera he lets a piece of paper fall on the ground; she puts her foot on it and remains immobile.]

peter

[Who has been counting the money the Colonel gave him.] Long life to Your Highness. I will hope to see another batch soon. [Suddenly catches sight of Dmitri as he is going out of the door, and screams and rushes up.] Dmitri! Dmitri! my God! what brings you here? he is innocent, I tell you. I’ll pay for him. Take your money [flings money on the ground.], take all I have, give me my son. Villains! Villains! where are you bringing him?

·16· colonel

To Siberia, old man.

peter

No, no; take me instead.

colonel

He is a Nihilist.

peter

You lie! you lie! He is innocent. [The soldiers force him back with their guns and shut the door against him. He beats with his fists against it.] Dmitri! Dmitri! a Nihilist! [Falls down on floor.]

vera

[Who has remained motionless, picks up paper now from under her feet and reads.] “99 Rue Tchernavaya, Moscow. To strangle whatever nature is in me; neither to love nor to be loved; neither to pity nor to be pitied; neither to marry nor to be given in marriage, till the end is come.” My brother, I shall keep the oath. [Kisses the paper.] You shall be revenged!

[Vera stands immobile, holding paper in her lifted hand. Peter is lying on the floor. Michael, who has just come in, is bending over him.]

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·17· First Act.

SCENE—99 Rue Tchernavaya, Moscow.

A large garret lit by oil lamps hung from ceiling. Some masked men standing silent and apart from one another. A man in a scarlet mask is writing at a table. Door at back. Man in yellow with drawn sword at it. Knocks heard. Figures in cloaks and masks enter.

Password.—Per crucem ad lucem.

Answer. Per sanguinem ad libertatem.

[Clock strikes. Conspirators form a semicircle in the middle of the stage.]

president

What is the word?

first conspirator

Nabat.

president

The answer?

second conspirator

Kalit.

·18· president

What hour is it?

third conspirator

The hour to suffer.

president

What day?

fourth conspirator

The day of oppression.

president

What year?

fifth conspirator

Since the Revolution of France, the ninth year.

president

How many are we in number?

sixth conspirator

Ten, nine, and three.

president

The Galilæan had less to conquer the world; but what is our mission?

·19· seventh conspirator

To give freedom.

president

Our creed?

eighth conspirator

To annihilate.

president

Our duty?

ninth conspirator

To obey.

president

Brothers, the questions have been answered well. There are none but Nihilists present. Let us see each other’s faces! [The Conspirators unmask.] Michael, recite the oath.

michael

To strangle whatever nature is in us; neither to love nor to be loved, neither to pity nor to be pitied, neither to marry nor to be given in marriage, till the end is come; to stab secretly by night; to drop poison in the glass; to set father against son, and husband against wife; without fear, without hope, without future, to suffer, to annihilate, to revenge.

·20· president

Are we all agreed?

conspirators

We are all agreed. [They disperse in various directions about the stage.]

president

’Tis after the hour, Michael, and she is not yet here.

michael

Would that she were! We can do little without her.

alexis

She cannot have been seized, President? but the police are on her track, I know.

michael

You always seem to know a good deal about the movements of the police in Moscow—too much for an honest conspirator.

president

If those dogs have caught her, the red flag of the people will float on a barricade in every street till we find her! It was foolish of her to go to the Grand Duke’s ball. I told her so, but ·21· she said she wanted to see the Czar and all his cursed brood face to face.

alexis

Gone to the State ball?

michael

I have no fear. She is as hard to capture as a she-wolf is, and twice as dangerous; besides, she is well disguised. But is there any news from the Palace to-night, President? What is that bloody despot doing now besides torturing his only son? Have any of you seen him? One hears strange stories about him. They say he loves the people; but a king’s son never does that. You cannot breed them like that.

president

Since he came back from abroad a year ago his father has kept him in close prison in his palace.

michael

An excellent training to make him a tyrant in his turn; but is there any news, I say?

·22· president

A council is to be held to-morrow, at four o’clock, on some secret business the spies cannot find out.

michael

A council in a king’s palace is sure to be about some bloody work or other. But in what room is this council to be held?

president

[Reading from letter.] In the yellow tapestry room called after the Empress Catherine.

michael

I care not for such long-sounding names. I would know where it is.

president

I cannot tell, Michael. I know more about the insides of prisons than of palaces.

michael

[Speaking suddenly to Alexis.] Where is this room, Alexis?

alexis

It is on the first floor, looking out on to the inner courtyard. But why do you ask, Michael?

michael

Nothing, nothing, boy! I merely take a great interest in the Czar’s life and movements and I knew you could tell me all about the palace. ·23· Every poor student of medicine in Moscow knows all about king’s houses. It is their duty, is it not?

alexis

[Aside.] Can Michael suspect me? There is something strange in his manner to-night. Why doesn’t she come? The whole fire of revolution seems fallen into dull ashes when she is not here.

michael

Have you cured many patients lately, at your hospital, boy?

alexis

There is one who lies sick to death I would fain cure, but cannot.

michael

Ay, and who is that?

alexis

Russia, our mother.

michael

The curing of Russia is surgeon’s business, and must be done by the knife. I like not your method of medicine.

·24· president

Professor, we have read the proofs of your last article; it is very good indeed.

michael

What is it about, Professor?

professor

The subject, my good brother, is assassination considered as a method of political reform.

michael

I think little of pen and ink in revolutions. One dagger will do more than a hundred epigrams. Still, let us read this scholar’s last production. Give it to me. I will read it myself.

professor

Brother, you never mind your stops; let Alexis read it.

michael

Ay! he is as tripping of speech as if he were some young aristocrat; but for my own part I care not for the stops so that the sense be plain.

·25· alexis

[Reading.] “The past has belonged to the tyrant, and he has defiled it; ours is the future, and we shall make it holy.” Ay! let us make the future holy; let there be one revolution at least which is not bred in crime, nurtured in murder!

michael

They have spoken to us by the sword, and by the sword we shall answer! You are too delicate for us, Alexis. There should be none here but men whose hands are rough with labour or red with blood.

president

Peace, Michael, peace! He is the bravest heart among us.

michael

[Aside.] He will need be brave to-night.

[The sound of the sleigh bells is heard outside.]

voice

[Outside.] Per crucem ad lucem.

Answer of man on guard. Per sanguinem ad libertatem.

michael

Who is that?

·26· vera

God save the people!

president

Welcome, Vera, welcome! We have been sick at heart till we saw you; but now methinks the star of freedom has come to wake us from the night.

vera

It is night, indeed, brother! Night without moon or star! Russia is smitten to the heart! The man Ivan whom men call the Czar strikes now at our mother with a dagger deadlier than ever forged by tyranny against a people’s life!

michael

What has the tyrant done now?

vera

To-morrow martial law is to be proclaimed in Russia.

omnes

Martial law! We are lost! We are lost!

alexis

Martial law! Impossible!

·27· michael

Fool, nothing is impossible in Russia but reform.

vera

Ay, martial law. The last right to which the people clung has been taken from them. Without trial, without appeal, without accuser even, our brothers will be taken from their houses, shot in the streets like dogs, sent away to die in the snow, to starve in the dungeon, to rot in the mine. Do you know what martial law means? It means the strangling of a whole nation. The streets will be filled with soldiers night and day; there will be sentinels at every door. No man dare walk abroad now but the spy or the traitor. Cooped up in the dens we hide in, meeting by stealth, speaking with bated breath; what good can we do now for Russia?

president

We can suffer at least.

vera

We have done that too much already. The hour is now come to annihilate and to revenge.

president

Up to this the people have borne everything.

·28· vera

Because they have understood nothing. But now we, the Nihilists, have given them the tree of knowledge to eat of, and the day of silent suffering is over for Russia.

michael

Martial law, Vera! This is fearful tidings you bring.

president

It is the death warrant of liberty in Russia.

vera

Or the tocsin of revolution.

michael

Are you sure it is true?

vera

Here is the proclamation. I stole it myself at the ball to-night from a young fool, one of Prince Paul’s secretaries, who had been given it to copy. It was that which made me so late.

[Vera hands proclamation to Michael, who reads it.]

michael

“To insure the public safety—martial law. ·29· By order of the Czar, father of his people.” The father of his people!

vera

Ay! a father whose name shall not be hallowed, whose kingdom shall change to a republic, whose trespasses shall not be forgiven him, because he has robbed us of our daily bread; with whom is neither might, nor right, nor glory, now or for ever.

president

It must be about this that the council meet to-morrow. It has not yet been signed.

alexis

It shall not be while I have a tongue to plead with.

michael

Or while I have hands to smite with.

vera

Martial law! O God, how easy it is for a king to kill his people by thousands, but we cannot rid ourselves of one crowned man in Europe! What is there of awful majesty in these men which makes the hand unsteady, the dagger treacherous, the pistol-shot harmless? Are they not men of like passions with ourselves, ·30· vulnerable to the same diseases, of flesh and blood not different from our own? What made Olgiati tremble at the supreme crisis of that Roman life, and Guido’s nerve fail him when he should have been of iron and of steel? A plague, I say, on these fools of Naples, Berlin, and Spain! Methinks that if I stood face to face with one of the crowned men my eye would see more clearly, my aim be more sure, my whole body gain a strength and power that was not my own! Oh, to think what stands between us and freedom in Europe! a few old men, wrinkled, feeble, tottering dotards whom a boy could strangle for a ducat, or a woman stab in a night-time. And these are the things that keep us from democracy, that keep us from liberty. But now methinks the brood of men is dead and the dull earth grown sick of child-bearing, else would no crowned dog pollute God’s air by living.

omnes

Try us! Try us! Try us!

michael

We shall try thee, too, some day, Vera.

vera

I pray God thou mayest! Have I not ·31· strangled whatever nature is in me, and shall I not keep my oath?

michael

[To President.] Martial law, President! Come, there is no time to be lost. We have twelve hours yet before us till the council meet. Twelve hours! One can overthrow a dynasty in less time than that.

president

Ay! or lose one’s own head.

[Michael and the President retire to one corner of the stage and sit whispering. Vera takes up the proclamation, and reads it to herself, Alexis watches and suddenly rushes up to her.]

alexis

Vera!

vera

Alexis, you here! Foolish boy, have I not prayed you to stay away? All of us here are doomed to die before our time, fated to expiate by suffering whatever good we do; but you, with your bright boyish face, you are too young to die yet.

·32· alexis

One is never too young to die for one’s country!

vera

Why do you come here night after night?

alexis

Because I love the people.

vera

But your fellow-students must miss you. Are there no traitors among them? You know what spies there are in the University here. O Alexis, you must go! You see how desperate suffering has made us. There is no room here for a nature like yours. You must not come again.

alexis

Why do you think so poorly of me? Why should I live while my brothers suffer?

vera

You spake to me of your mother once. You said you loved her. Oh, think of her!

alexis

I have no mother now but Russia, my life is hers to take or give away; but to-night I am ·33· here to see you. They tell me you are leaving for Novgorod to-morrow.

vera

I must. They are getting faint-hearted there, and I would fan the flame of this revolution into such a blaze that the eyes of all kings in Europe shall be blinded. If martial law is passed they will need me all the more there. There is no limit, it seems, to the tyranny of one man; but there shall be a limit to the suffering of a whole people.

alexis

God knows it, I am with you. But you must not go. The police are watching every train for you. When you are seized they have orders to place you without trial in the lowest dungeon of the palace. I know it—no matter how. Oh, think how without you the sun goes from our life, how the people will lose their leader and liberty her priestess. Vera, you must not go!

vera

If you wish it, I will stay. I would live a little longer for freedom, a little longer for Russia.

alexis

When you die then Russia is smitten indeed; ·34· when you die then I shall lose all hope—all…. Vera, this is fearful news you bring—martial law—it is too terrible. I knew it not, by my soul, I knew it not!

vera

How could you have known it? It is too well laid a plot for that. This great White Czar, whose hands are red with the blood of the people he has murdered, whose soul is black with his iniquity, is the cleverest conspirator of us all. Oh, how could Russia bear two hearts like yours and his!

alexis

Vera, the Emperor was not always like this. There was a time when he loved the people. It is that devil, whom God curse, Prince Paul Maraloffski who has brought him to this. To-morrow, I swear it, I shall plead for the people to the Emperor.

vera

Plead to the Czar! Foolish boy, it is only those who are sentenced to death that ever see our Czar. Besides, what should he care for a voice that pleads for mercy? The cry of a strong nation in its agony has not moved that heart of stone.

·35· alexis

[Aside.] Yet I shall plead to him. They can but kill me.

professor

Here are the proclamations, Vera. Do you think they will do?

vera

I shall read them. How fair he looks? Methinks he never seemed so noble as to-night. Liberty is blessed in having such a lover.

alexis

Well, President, what are you deep in?

michael

We are thinking of the best way of killing bears. [Whispers to President and leads him aside.]

professor

[To Vera.] And the letters from our brothers at Paris and Berlin. What answer shall we send to them?

vera

[Takes them mechanically.] Had I not strangled nature, sworn neither to love nor to ·36· be loved, methinks I might have loved him. Oh, I am a fool, a traitor myself, a traitor myself! But why did he come amongst us with his bright young face, his heart aflame for liberty, his pure white soul? Why does he make me feel at times as if I would have him as my king, Republican though I be? Oh, fool, fool, fool! False to your oath! weak as water! Have done! Remember what you are—a Nihilist, a Nihilist!

president

[To Michael.] But you will be seized, Michael.

michael

I think not. I will wear the uniform of the Imperial Guard, and the Colonel on duty is one of us. It is on the first floor, you remember; so I can take a long shot.

president

Shall I tell the brethren?

michael

Not a word, not a word! There is a traitor amongst us.

vera

Come, are these the proclamations? Yes, ·37· they will do; yes, they will do. Send five hundred to Kiev and Odessa and Novgorod, five hundred to Warsaw, and have twice the number distributed among the Southern Provinces, though these dull Russian peasants care little for our proclamations, and less for our martyrdoms. When the blow is struck it must be from the town, not from the country.

michael

Ay, and by the sword, not by the goose-quill.

vera

Where are the letters from Poland?

professor

Here.

vera

Unhappy Poland! The eagles of Russia have fed on her heart. We must not forget our brothers there.

president

Is this true, Michael?

michael

Ay, I stake my life on it.

·38· president

Let the doors be locked, then. Alexis Ivanacievitch entered on our roll of the brothers as a Student of the School of Medicine at Moscow. Why did you not tell us of this bloody scheme of martial law?

alexis

I, President?

michael

Ay, you! You knew it, none better. Such weapons as these are not forged in a day. Why did you not tell us of it? A week ago there had been time to lay the mine, to raise the barricade, to strike one blow at least for liberty. But now the hour is past! It is too late, it is too late! Why did you keep it a secret from us, I say?

alexis

Now by the hand of freedom, Michael, my brother, you wrong me. I knew nothing of this hideous law. By my soul, my brothers, I knew not of it! How should I know?

michael

Because you are a traitor! Where did you go when you left us the night of our last meeting here?

·39· alexis

To mine own house, Michael.

michael

Liar! I was on your track. You left here an hour after midnight. Wrapped in a large cloak, you crossed the river in a boat a mile below the second bridge, and gave the ferryman a gold piece, you, the poor student of medicine! You doubled back twice, and hid in an archway so long that I had almost made up my mind to stab you at once, only that I am fond of hunting. So! you thought that you had baffled all pursuit, did you? Fool! I am a bloodhound that never loses the scent. I followed you from street to street. At last I saw you pass swiftly across the Place St. Isaac, whisper to the guards the secret password, enter the palace by a private door with your own key.

conspirators

The palace!

vera

Alexis!

michael

I waited. All through the dreary watches of our long Russian night I waited, that I might ·40· kill you with your Judas hire still hot in your hand. But you never came out; you never left that palace at all. I saw the blood-red sun rise through the yellow fog over the murky town; I saw a new day of oppression dawn on Russia; but you never came out. So you pass nights in the palace, do you? You know the password for the guards! you have a key to a secret door. Oh, you are a spy—you are a spy! I never trusted you, with your soft white hands, your curled hair, your pretty graces. You have no mark of suffering about you; you cannot be of the people. You are a spy—a spy—traitor.

omnes

Kill him! Kill him! [Draw their knives.]

vera

[Rushing in front of Alexis.] Stand back, I say, Michael! Stand back all! Do not dare lay a hand upon him! He is the noblest heart amongst us.

omnes

Kill him! Kill him! He is a spy!

vera

Dare to lay a finger on him and I leave you all to yourselves.

·41· president

Vera, did you not hear what Michael said of him? He stayed all night in the Czar’s palace. He has a password and a private key. What else should he be but a spy?

vera

Bah! I do not believe Michael. It is a lie! It is a lie! Alexis, say it is a lie!

alexis

It is true. Michael has told what he saw. I did pass that night in the Czar’s palace. Michael has spoken the truth.

vera

Stand back, I say; stand back! Alexis, I do not care. I trust you; you would not betray us; you would not sell the people for money. You are honest, true! Oh, say you are no spy!

alexis

Spy? You know I am not. I am with you, my brothers, to the death.

michael

Ay, to your own death.

·42· alexis

Vera, you know I am true.

vera

I know it well.

president

Why are you here, traitor?

alexis

Because I love the people.

michael

Then you can be a martyr for them?

vera

You must kill me first, Michael, before you lay a finger on him.

president

Michael, we dare not lose Vera. It is her whim to let this boy live. We can keep him here to-night. Up to this he has not betrayed us.

[Tramp of soldiers outside, knocking at door.]

voice

Open in the name of the Emperor!

·43· michael

He has betrayed us. This is your doing, spy!

president

Come, Michael, come. We have no time to cut one another’s throats while we have our own heads to save.

voice

Open in the name of the Emperor!

president

Brothers, be masked all of you. Michael, open the door. It is our only chance.

[Enter General Kotemkin and soldiers.]

general

All honest citizens should be in their own houses at an hour before midnight, and not more than five people have a right to meet privately. Have you not noticed the proclamation, fellow?

michael

Ay, you have spoiled every honest wall in Moscow with it.

vera

Peace, Michael, peace. Nay, sir, we knew it not. We are a company of strolling players ·44· travelling from Samara to Moscow to amuse His Imperial Majesty the Czar.

general

But I heard loud voices before I entered. What was that?

vera

We were rehearsing a new tragedy.

general

Your answers are too honest to be true. Come, let me see who you are. Take off those players’ masks. By St. Nicholas, my beauty, if your face matches your figure, you must be a choice morsel! Come, I say, pretty one; I would sooner see your face than those of all the others.

president

O God! if he sees it is Vera, we are all lost!

general

No coquetting, my girl. Come, unmask, I say, or I shall tell my guards to do it for you.

alexis

Stand back, I say, General Kotemkin!

general

Who are you, fellow, that talks with such a ·45· tripping tongue to your betters? [Alexis takes his mask off.] His Imperial Highness the Czarevitch!

omnes

The Czarevitch! It is all over!

president

He will give us up to the soldiers.

michael

[To Vera.] Why did you not let me kill him? Come, we must fight to the death for it.

vera

Peace! he will not betray us.

alexis

A whim of mine, General! You know how my father keeps me from the world and imprisons me in the palace. I should really be bored to death if I could not get out at night in disguise sometimes, and have some romantic adventure in town. I fell in with these honest folks a few hours ago.

general

But, Your Highness——

·46· alexis

Oh, they are excellent actors, I assure you. If you had come in ten minutes ago, you would have witnessed a most interesting scene.

general

Actors, are they, Prince?

alexis

Ay, and very ambitious actors, too. They only care to play before kings.

general

I’ faith, Your Highness, I was in hopes I had made a good haul of Nihilists.

alexis

Nihilists in Moscow, General! with you as head of the police? Impossible!

general

So I always tell your Imperial father. But I heard at the council to-day that that woman Vera Sabouroff, the head of them, had been seen in this very city. The Emperor’s face turned as white as the snow outside. I think I never saw such terror in any man before.

·47· alexis

She is a dangerous woman, then, this Vera Sabouroff?

general

The most dangerous in all Europe.

alexis

Did you ever see her, General?

general

Why, five years ago, when I was a plain Colonel, I remember her, Your Highness, a common waiting girl in an inn. If I had known then what she was going to turn out, I would have flogged her to death on the roadside. She is not a woman at all; she is a sort of devil! For the last eighteen months I have been hunting her, and caught sight of her once last September outside Odessa.

alexis

How did you let her go, General?

general

I was by myself, and she shot one of my horses just as I was gaining on her. If I see her again I shan’t miss my chance. The Emperor has put twenty thousand roubles on her head.

·48· alexis

I hope you will get it, General; but meanwhile you are frightening these honest people out of their wits, and disturbing the tragedy. Good night, General.

general

Yes; but I should like to see their faces, Your Highness.

alexis

No, General; you must not ask that; you know how these gipsies hate to be stared at.

general

Yes. But, Your Highness——

alexis

[Haughtily.] General, they are my friends, that is enough. And, General, not a word of this little adventure here, you understand. I shall rely on you.

general

I shall not forget, Prince. But shall we not see you back to the palace? The State ball is almost over and you are expected.

alexis

I shall be there; but I shall return alone. ·49· Remember, not a word about my strolling players.

general

Or your pretty gipsy, eh, Prince? your pretty gipsy! I’ faith, I should like to see her before I go; she has such fine eyes through her mask. Well, good night, Your Highness; good night.

alexis

Good night, General.

[Exit General and the soldiers.]

vera

[Throwing off her mask.] Saved! and by you!

alexis

[Clasping her hand.] Brothers, you trust me now?

Act-Drop.

  

·51· Second Act.

SCENE—Council Chamber in the Emperor’s Palace, hung with heavy tapestry. Table, with chair of State, set for the Czar; window behind, opening on to a balcony. As the scene progresses the light outside gets darker.

Present.—Prince Paul Maraloffski, Prince Petrovitch, Count Rouvaloff, Baron Raff, Count Petouchof.

prince petrovitch

So our young scatter-brained Czarevitch has been forgiven at last, and is to take his seat here again.

prince paul

Yes; if that is not meant as an extra punishment. For my own part, at least, I find these Cabinet Councils extremely exhausting.

prince petrovitch

Naturally; you are always speaking.

prince paul

No; I think it must be that I have to listen sometimes.

·52· count r.

Still, anything is better than being kept in a sort of prison, like he was—never allowed to go out into the world.

prince paul

My dear Count, for romantic young people like he is, the world always looks best at a distance; and a prison where one’s allowed to order one’s own dinner is not at all a bad place. [Enter the Czarevitch. The courtiers rise.] Ah! good afternoon, Prince. Your Highness is looking a little pale to-day.

czarevitch

[Slowly, after a pause.] I want a change of air.

prince paul

[Smiling.] A most revolutionary sentiment! Your Imperial father would highly disapprove of any reforms with the thermometer in Russia.

czarevitch

[Bitterly.] My Imperial father had kept me for six months in this dungeon of a palace. This morning he has me suddenly woke up to see some wretched Nihilists hung; it sickened me, the bloody butchery, though it was a noble thing to see how well these men can die.

·53· prince paul

When you are as old as I am, Prince, you will understand that there are few things easier than to live badly and to die well.

czarevitch

Easy to die well! A lesson experience cannot have taught you, whatever you may know of a bad life.

prince paul

[Shrugging his shoulders.] Experience, the name men give to their mistakes. I never commit any.

czarevitch

[Bitterly.] No; crimes are more in your line.

prince petrovitch

[To the Czarevitch.] The Emperor was a good deal agitated about your late appearance at the ball last night, Prince.

count r.

[Laughing.] I believe he thought the Nihilists had broken into the palace and carried you off.

baron raff

If they had you would have missed a charming dance.

·54· prince paul

And an excellent supper. Gringoire really excelled himself in his salad. Ah! you may laugh, Baron; but to make a good salad is a much more difficult thing than cooking accounts. To make a good salad is to be a brilliant diplomatist—the problem is so entirely the same in both cases. To know exactly how much oil one must put with one’s vinegar.

baron raff

A cook and a diplomatist! an excellent parallel. If I had a son who was a fool I’d make him one or the other.

prince paul

I see your father did not hold the same opinion, Baron. But, believe me, you are wrong to run down cookery. For myself, the only immortality I desire is to invent a new sauce. I have never had time enough to think seriously about it, but I feel it is in me, I feel it is in me.

czarevitch

You have certainly missed your metier, Prince Paul; the cordon bleu would have suited you much better than the Grand Cross of Honour. But you know you could never have worn your white apron well; you would have ·55· soiled it too soon, your hands are not clean enough.

prince paul

[Bowing.] Que voulez vous? I manage your father’s business.

czarevitch

[Bitterly.] You mismanage my father’s business, you mean! Evil genius of his life that you are! before you came there was some love left in him. It is you who have embittered his nature, poured into his ear the poison of treacherous counsel, made him hated by the whole people, made him what he is—a tyrant!

[The courtiers look significantly at each other.]

prince paul

[Calmly.] I see Your Highness does want change of air. But I have been an eldest son myself. [Lights a cigarette.] I know what it is when a father won’t die to please one.

[The Czarevitch goes to the top of the stage, and leans against the window, looking out.]

prince petrovitch

[To Baron Raff.] Foolish boy! He will be sent into exile, or worse, if he is not careful.

baron raff

Yes. What a mistake it is to be sincere!

·56· prince petrovitch

The only folly you have never committed, Baron.

baron raff

One has only one head, you know, Prince.

prince paul

My dear Baron, your head is the last thing any one would wish to take from you. [Pulls out snuffbox and offers it to Prince Petrovitch.]

prince petrovitch

Thanks, Prince! Thanks!

prince paul

Very delicate, isn’t it? I get it direct from Paris. But under this vulgar Republic everything has degenerated over there. “Cotelettes à, [E: à] l’impériale” vanished, of course, with the Bourbon, and omelettes went out with the Orleanists. La belle France is entirely ruined, Prince, through bad morals and worse cookery. [Enter the Marquis de Poivrard.] Ah! Marquis. I trust Madame la Marquise is quite well.

marquis de p.

You ought to know better than I do, Prince Paul; you see more of her.

·57· prince paul

[Bowing.] Perhaps I see more in her, Marquis. Your wife is really a charming woman, so full of esprit, and so satirical too; she talks continually of you when we are together.

prince petrovitch

[Looking at the clock.] His Majesty is a little late to-day, is he not?

prince paul

What has happened to you, my dear Petrovitch? you seem quite out of sorts. You haven’t quarrelled with your cook, I hope? What a tragedy that would be for you; you would lose all your friends.

prince petrovitch

I fear I wouldn’t be so fortunate as that. You forget I would still have my purse. But you are wrong for once; my chef and I are on excellent terms.

prince paul

Then your creditors or Mademoiselle Vera Sabouroff have been writing to you? I find both of them such excellent correspondents. But really you needn’t be alarmed. I find the most violent proclamations from the Executive Committee, as they call it, left all over my house. ·58· I never read them; they are so badly spelt as a rule.

prince petrovitch

Wrong again, Prince; the Nihilists leave me alone for some reason or other.

prince paul

[Aside.] Ah! true. I forgot. Indifference is the revenge the world takes on mediocrities.

prince petrovitch

I am bored with life, Prince. Since the opera season ended I have been a perpetual martyr to ennui.

prince paul

The maladie du siècle! You want a new excitement, Prince. Let me see—you have been married twice already; suppose you try—falling in love, for once.

baron raff

Prince, I have been thinking a good deal lately—

prince paul

[Interrupting.] You surprise me very much, Baron.

·59· baron raff

I cannot understand your nature.

prince paul

[Smiling.] If my nature had been made to suit your comprehension rather than my own requirements, I am afraid I would have made a very poor figure in the world.

count r.

There seems to be nothing in life about which you would not jest.

prince paul

Ah! my dear Count, life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it.

czarevitch

[Coming back from the window.] I don’t think Prince Paul’s nature is such a mystery. He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigram on his tombstone, or experiencing a new sensation.

prince paul

Parbleu! I would sooner lose my best friend than my worst enemy. To have friends, you know, one need only be good-natured; but when a man has no enemy left there must be something mean about him.

·60· czarevitch

[Bitterly.] If to have enemies is a measure of greatness, then you must be a Colossus, indeed, Prince.

prince paul

Yes, I know I’m the most hated man in Russia, except your father, except your father, of course, Prince. He doesn’t seem to like it much, by the way, but I do, I assure you. [Bitterly.] I love to drive through the streets and see how the canaille scowl at me from every corner. It makes me feel I am a power in Russia; one man against a hundred millions! Besides, I have no ambition to be a popular hero, to be crowned with laurels one year and pelted with stones the next; I prefer dying peaceably in my own bed.

czarevitch

And after death?

prince paul

[Shrugging his shoulders.] Heaven is a despotism. I shall be at home there.

czarevitch

Do you never think of the people and their rights?

·61· prince paul

The people and their rights bore me. I am sick of both. In these modern days to be vulgar, illiterate, common and vicious, seems to give a man a marvellous infinity of rights that his honest fathers never dreamed of. Believe me, Prince, in good democracy every man should be an aristocrat; but these people in Russia who seek to thrust us out are no better than the animals in one’s preserves, and made to be shot at, most of them.

czarevitch

[Excitedly.] If they are common, illiterate, vulgar, no better than the beasts of the field, who made them so?

[Enter Aide-de-Camp.]

aide-de-camp

His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor! [Prince Paul looks at the Czarevitch, and smiles.]

[Enter the Czar, surrounded by his guard.]

czarevitch

[Rushing forward to meet him.] Sire!

czar

[Nervous and frightened.] Don’t come too near me, boy! Don’t come too near me, I say! There is always something about an heir to a ·62· crown unwholesome to his father. Who is that man over there? I don’t know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till to-morrow to confess, then hang him!—hang him!

prince paul

Sire, you are anticipating history. This is Count Petouchof, your new ambassador to Berlin. He is come to kiss hands on his appointment.

czar

To kiss my hand? There is some plot in it. He wants to poison me. There, kiss my son’s hand! it will do quite as well.

[Prince Paul signs to Petouchof to leave the room. Exit Petouchof and the guards. Czar sinks down into his chair. The courtiers remain silent.]

prince paul

[Approaching.] Sire! will Your Majesty—

czar

What do you startle me like that for? No, I won’t. [Watches the courtiers nervously.] Why are you clattering your sword, sir? [To Count Rouvaloff.] Take it off, I shall have no man wear a sword in my presence [looking at Czarevitch], least of all my son. [To Prince Paul.] ·63· You are not angry with me, Prince? You won’t desert me, will you? Say you won’t desert me. What do you want? You can have anything—anything.

prince paul

[Bowing very low.] Sire! ’tis enough for me to have your confidence. [Aside.] I was afraid he was going to revenge himself, and give me another decoration.

czar

[Returning to his chair.] Well, gentlemen.

marq. de poiv.

Sire, I have the honour to present to you a loyal address from your subjects in the Province of Archangel, expressing their horror at the last attempt on Your Majesty’s life.

prince paul

The last attempt but two, you ought to have said, Marquis. Don’t you see it is dated three weeks back?

czar

They are good people in the Province of Archangel—honest, loyal people. They love me very much—simple, loyal people; give them a new saint, it costs nothing. Well, Alexis ·64· [turning to the Czarevitch]—how many traitors were hung this morning?

czarevitch

There were three men strangled, Sire.

czar

There should have been three thousand. I would to God that this people had but one neck that I might strangle them with one noose! Did they tell anything? whom did they implicate? what did they confess?

czarevitch

Nothing, Sire.

czar

They should have been tortured then; why weren’t they tortured? Must I always be fighting in the dark? Am I never to know from what root these traitors spring?

czarevitch

What root should there be of discontent among the people but tyranny and injustice amongst their rulers?

czar

What did you say, boy? tyranny! tyranny! Am I a tyrant? I am not. I love the people. ·65· I’m their father. I’m called so in every official proclamation. Have a care, boy; have a care. You don’t seem to be cured yet of your foolish tongue. [Goes over to Prince Paul and puts his hand on his shoulder.] Prince Paul, tell me were there many people there this morning to see the Nihilists hung?

prince paul

Hanging is of course a good deal less of a novelty in Russia now, Sire, than it was three or four years ago; and you know how easily the people get tired even of their best amusements. But the square and the tops of the houses were really quite crowded, were they not, Prince? [To the Czarevitch who takes no notice.]

czar

That’s right; all loyal citizens should be there. It shows them what to look forward to. Did you arrest any one in the crowd?

prince paul

Yes, Sire, a woman for cursing your name. [The Czarevitch starts anxiously.] She was the mother of the two criminals.

czar

[Looking at Czarevitch.] She should have blessed me for having rid her of her children. Send her to prison.

·66· czarevitch

The prisons of Russia are too full already, Sire. There is no room in them for any more victims.

czar

They don’t die fast enough, then. You should put more of them into one cell at once. You don’t keep them long enough in the mines. If you do they’re sure to die; but you’re all too merciful. I’m too merciful myself. Send her to Siberia. She is sure to die on the way. [Enter an Aide-de-Camp.] Who’s that? Who’s that?

aide-de-camp

A letter for His Imperial Majesty.

czar

[To Prince Paul.] I won’t open it. There may be something in it.

prince paul

It would be a very disappointing letter, Sire, if there wasn’t. [Takes letter himself, and reads it.]

prince petrovitch

[To Count Rouvaloff.] It must be some sad news. I know that smile too well.

·67· prince paul

From the Chief of Police at Archangel, Sire. “The Governor of the province was shot this morning by a woman as he was entering the courtyard of his own house. The assassin has been seized."

czar

I never trusted the people of Archangel. It’s a nest of Nihilists and conspirators. Take away their saints; they don’t deserve them.

prince paul

Your Highness would punish them more severely by giving them an extra one. Three governors shot in two months. [Smiles to himself.] Sire, permit me to recommend your loyal subject, the Marquis de Poivrard, as the new Governor of your Province of Archangel.

marq. de poiv.

[Hurriedly.] Sire, I am unfit for this post.

prince paul

Marquis, you are too modest. Believe me, there is no man in Russia I would sooner see Governor of Archangel than yourself. [Whispers to Czar.]

czar

Quite right, Prince Paul; you are always ·68· right. See that the Marquis’s letters are made out at once.

prince paul

He can start to-night, Sire. I shall really miss you very much, Marquis. I always liked your tastes in wines and wives extremely.

marq. de poiv.

[To the Czar.] Start to-night, Sire? [Prince Paul whispers to the Czar.]

czar

Yes, Marquis, to-night; it is better to go at once.

prince paul

I shall see that Madame la Marquise is not too lonely while you are away; so you need not be alarmed for her.

count r.

[To Prince Petrovitch.] I should be more alarmed for myself.

czar

The Governor of Archangel shot in his own courtyard by a woman! I’m not safe here. I’m not safe anywhere, with that she-devil of the revolution, Vera Sabouroff, here in Moscow. Prince Paul, is that woman still here?

·69· prince paul

They tell me she was at the Grand Duke’s ball last night. I can hardly believe that; but she certainly had intended to leave for Novgorod to-day, Sire. The police were watching every train for her; but, for some reason or other, she did not go. Some traitor must have warned her. But I shall catch her yet. A chase after a beautiful woman is always exciting.

czar

You must hunt her down with bloodhounds, and when she is taken I shall hew her limb from limb. I shall stretch her on the rack till her pale white body is twisted and curled like paper in the fire.

prince paul

Oh, we shall have another hunt immediately for her, Sire! Prince Alexis will assist us, I am sure.

czarevitch

You never require any assistance to ruin a woman, Prince Paul.

czar

Vera, the Nihilist, in Moscow! O God, were it not better to die at once the dog’s death they plot for me than to live as I live now! Never to ·70· sleep, or, if I do, to dream such horrid dreams that Hell itself were peace when matched with them. To trust none but those I have bought, to buy none worth trusting! To see a traitor in every smile, poison in every dish, a dagger in every hand! To lie awake at night, listening from hour to hour for the stealthy creeping of the murderer, for the laying of the damned mine! You are all spies! you are all spies! You worst of all—you, my own son! Which of you is it who hides these bloody proclamations under my own pillow, or at the table where I sit? Which of ye all is the Judas who betrays me? O God! O God! methinks there was a time once, in our war with England, when nothing could make me afraid. [This with more calm and pathos.] I have ridden into the crimson heart of war, and borne back an eagle which those wild islanders had taken from us. Men said I was brave then. My father gave me the Iron Cross of valour. Oh, could he see me now with this coward’s livery ever in my cheek! [Sinks into his chair.] I never knew any love when I was a boy. I was ruled by terror myself, how else should I rule now? [Starts up.] But I will have revenge; I will have revenge. For every hour I have lain awake at night, waiting for the noose or the dagger, they shall pass years in Siberia, centuries in the mines! Ay! I shall have revenge.

·71· czarevitch

Father! have mercy on the people. Give them what they ask.

prince paul

And begin, Sire, with your own head; they have a particular liking for that.

czar

The people! the people! A tiger which I have let loose upon myself; but I will fight with it to the death. I am done with half measures. I shall crush these Nihilists at a blow. There shall not be a man of them, ay, or a woman either, left alive in Russia. Am I Emperor for nothing, that a woman should hold me at bay? Vera Sabouroff shall be in my power, I swear it, before a week is ended, though I burn my whole city to find her. She shall be flogged by the knout, stifled in the fortress, strangled in the square!

czarevitch

O God!

czar

For two years her hands have been clutching at my throat; for two years she has made my life a hell; but I shall have revenge. Martial law, Prince, martial law over the whole Empire; ·72· that will give me revenge. A good measure, Prince, eh? a good measure.

prince paul

And an economical one too, Sire. It would carry off your surplus population in six months; and save you many expenses in courts of justice; they will not be needed now.

czar

Quite right. There are too many people in Russia, too much money spent on them, too much money in courts of justice. I’ll shut them up.

czarevitch

Sire, reflect before——

czar

When can you have the proclamations ready, Prince Paul?

prince paul

They have been printed for the last six months, Sire. I knew you would need them.

czar

That’s good! That’s very good! Let us begin at once. Ah, Prince, if every king in Europe had a minister like you——

·73· czarevitch

There would be less kings in Europe than there are.

czar

[In frightened whisper, to Prince Paul.] What does he mean? Do you trust him? His prison hasn’t cured him yet? Shall I banish him? Shall I [whispers