{"id":699,"date":"2013-07-13T01:29:48","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:29:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=699"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:29:48","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:29:48","slug":"47-rodogune-act-two-scene-4-vol-06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06\/47-rodogune-act-two-scene-4-vol-06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06","title":{"rendered":"-47_Rodogune-Act Two-Scene-4.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nSCENE IV<\/b><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/b><\/span>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\n <\/div>\n

\n

\n <\/div>\n

\nThe hall in the palace.
\nTimocles, Phayllus.<\/i><\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO, all the sweetness and the glory gathered<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nInto one smiling life, the others left<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBarren, unbearable, bleak, desolate,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nA hell of silence and of emptiness<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nImpossible for mortal souls to imagine,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMuch less to suffer. My mother does this wrong to me!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhy should not we, kind brothers all our lives, \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO, how we loved each other there in Egypt! \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nDivide this prize? Let his be Syria’s crown, \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOh, let him take it! I have Rodogune.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe will consent?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOh, yes, and with a smile.
\nHe is all loftiness and warlike thoughts.
\nMy high Antiochus! how could I dream
\nOf taking from him what he’ld wear so well ?
\nLet me have love and joy and Rodogune.
\nThe sunlight is enough for me.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt may be,
\nYet not enough for both. Look! there he comes
\nCarrying himself as if he were the sun
\nBrilliant alone in heaven. Oh, that to darken!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAntiochus enters.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBrother, it is the kind gods send you here.<\/font>
\n<\/font> <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 385<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nDear Timocles, we meet not all the day.
\nIt was not so in Egypt. Tell me now,
\nWhat were you doing all these busy hours?
\nHow many laughing girls of this fair land
\nHave you lured on to love you ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nHave you not heard ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat, Timocles?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nOur mother gives the crown
\nAnd with the crown apportions Rodogune.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nOur royal mother ? Are they hers to give ?
\nI do not marry by another’s will.<\/font> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nO brother, no; our hearts at least are
\nours.
\nYou have not marked, I think, Antiochus,
\nThis pale sweet Parthian Rodogune ?<\/font> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font>(smiling)<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo, brother?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI have not marked, you say ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou are so blind
\nTo woman’s beauty. You only woo great deeds
\nAnd arms imperial. It is well for me
\nYou rather chose to wed the grandiose earth.
\nI am ashamed to tell you, dear Antiochus,
\nI grudged the noble crown that soon will rest<\/font>
\n<\/font> \n<\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 386<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nSo gloriously upon you. Take it, brother,
\nBut leave me my dim goddess, Rodogune.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nThy goddess! thine!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt is not possible
\nThat you too love her!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat is it to thee whom or what I love ?
\nSay that I love her not?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen is my offer
\nJust, brotherly, not like this causeless wrath.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nThy wondrous offer! Of two things that
\nwere mine
\nTo fling me over with "There, I want it not,
\nI’ll take the other"!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>(in a suffocated voice)<\/i><\/font>
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nHas she made thee king?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nI need no human voice to make me anything,
\nWho am king by birth and nature. Who else should reign
\nIn Syria? Thoughts! thou thy light and shallow head
\nWas meant to wear a crown?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn Egypt you were not like this,
\nAntiochus.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nSee not the Parthian even in dreams at
\nnight!<\/font> <\/font> \n<\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 387<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nRemember not her name!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe is my mother’s slave:<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI’ll ask for her and have her.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThou shalt have
\nMy sword across thy heart-strings first. She is
\nThe kingdom’s prize and with the kingdom mine.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy dream, my goddess with those wondrous eyes!
\nMy sweet veiled star cloistered in her own charm!
\nI will not yield her to thee, nor the crown,
\nNot wert thou twenty times my brother.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCapital!
\nDelightful! O my fortune! my kind fortune!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThou lov’st her not who dar’st to think of her
\nAs if she were a prize for any arms,
\nThy slave, thy chattel.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSpeak not another word.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMore! more! My star, thou risest o’er this storm.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>NTIOCHUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI pardon thee, my brother Timocles;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThy light passions are thy excuse. Henceforth
\nOffend not. For the Parthian, she is mine
\nAnd I would keep her though a god desired.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 388<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nExalt not thy presumptuous eyes henceforth
\nHigher than her sandals.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe goes out.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis is your brother!
\nShall he not have the crown ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNor her, nor Syria.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nRodogune and Eunice enter<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\npassing through the hall.<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy Rodogune, my star! Thou knowest the trade
\nWhich others seek to make of thee. Resist it,
\nPrevent the insult of this cold award!
\nSay that thou lov’st me.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>ODOGUNE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPrince, I pity thee,<\/font>
\n<\/font>
But cannot love.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe passes out.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tE<\/font>UNICE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy cousin Timocles,
\nAll flowers are not for your plucking. Roses
\nEnough that crave to satisfy your want
\nAre grown in Syria; take them. Here be wise;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTouch not my Parthian blossom.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe passes out.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHow am I smitten as with a thunderbolt!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWill you be dashed by this ? They make her think
\nAntiochus will reign in Syria.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 389<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tTIMOCLES <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe loves him.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIs love so quickly born ? ‘Oh, then,
\nIt will as quickly die. Eunice works here
\nTo thwart you; she is for Antiochus.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll, all are for Antiochus, the crown,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd Syria and men’s homage, women’s hearts<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd life and sweetness and my love.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYoung prince,
\nBe more a man. Besiege the girl with gifts
\nAnd graces; woo her like a queen or force her
\nLike what she is, a slave. Be strong, be sudden,
\nForestalling this proud brother.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI would not wrong her pure and shrouded soul
\nThough all the gods in heaven should give me leave.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>HAYLLUS
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe graceful, handsome fool! Then from your mother
\nDemand her as a gift.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tT<\/font>IMOCLES
\n\t<\/font>(going)<\/i><\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy soul once more
\nIs hunted by the tempest.<\/font> <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 39O<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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