To the Hall of Arimanes, for to-night Is our great festival -- 't is strange they come not.
A Voice without, singing.
The Captive Usurper,
Hurl'd down from the throne,
Lay buried in torpor,
Forgotten and lone;
I broke through his slumbers,
I shiver'd his chain,
I leagued him with numbers 320 He's Tyrant again!
With the blood of a million he'll answer my care,
With a nation's destruction -- his flight and despair.
Second Voice, without.
The ship sail'd on, the ship sail'd fast,
But I left not a sail, and I left not a mast;
There is not a plank of the bull or the deck,
And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck;
Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,
And he was a subject well worthy my care;
A traitor on land, and a pirate at sea -- 330 But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me!
FIRST DESTINY, answering.
The city lies sleeping;
The morn, to deplore it,
May dawn on it weeping:
The black plague flew o'er it, --
Thousands lie lowly;
Tens of thousands shall perish --
The living shall fly from
The sick they should cherish; 340 But nothing can vanquish
The touch that they die from.
Sorrow and anguish,
And evil and dread,
Envelope a nation --
The blest are the dead,
Who see not the sight
Of their own desolation;
This work of a night --
This wreck of a realm -- this deed of my
doing -- 350 For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!
Enter the SECOND and THIRD DESTINIES.
Our hands contain the hearts of men, Our footsteps are their graves; We only give to take again The spirits of our slaves!
First Des. Welcome! Where's Nemesis?
Second Des. At some great work; But what I know not, for my hands were full.
Third Des. Behold she cometh.
First Des. Say, where hast thou been? My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.
Nem. I was detain'd repairing shatter'd
thrones, 360 Marrying fools, restoring dynasties,
Avenging men upon their enemies,
And making them repent their own re-venge;
Goading the wise to madness; from the dull
Shaping out oracles to rule the world
Afresh, for they were waxing out of date,
And mortals dared to ponder for them-selves,
To weigh kings in the balance, and to speak
Of freedom, the forbidden fruit. -- Away!
We have outstay'd the hour -- mount we our clouds! [Exeunt.
The Hall of Arimanes -- Arimanes on his Throne, a Globe of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits.
Hymn of the SPIRITS.
Hail to our Master Prince of Earth and
Air! 371 Who walks the clouds and waters -- in his hand
The sceptre of the elements which tear
Themselves to chaos at his high com-mand!
He breatheth -- and a tempest shakes the sea;
He speaketh -- and the clouds reply in thunder;
He gazeth -- from his glance the sunbeams flee;
He moveth -- earthquakes rend the world asunder.
Beneath his footsteps the volcanoes rise;
His shadow is the Pestilence; his path 380