{"id":723,"date":"2013-07-13T01:29:59","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:29:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=723"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:29:59","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:29:59","slug":"41-rodogune-act-one-scene-1-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\/41-rodogune-act-one-scene-1-vol-06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06","title":{"rendered":"-41_Rodogune-Act One-Scene-1.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
\n

\n
\n
\nAct One <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/b> 
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAntioch. The palace, a house by the sea.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font> <\/p>\n

\n
\n     SCENE I . <\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nThe palace in Antioch; Cleopatra’s antechamber.
\nCleone is seated; to her enters Eunice.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAlways he lives!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNo, his disease; not he.
\nFor the divinity that sits in man
\nFrom that afflicted body has withdrawn, \u2014
\nIts pride, its greatness, joy, command, the Power
\nUnnameable that struggles with its world:<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe husk, the creature only lives. But that husk
\nHas a heart, a mind and all accustomed wants,
\nAnd having these must be, \u2014 <\/b> O, it is pitiful, \u2014
\nStripped of all real homage, forced to see
\nThat none but Death desires him any more.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYou pity?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nSeems it strange to you ? I pity.
\nI loved him not, \u2014 who did ? But I am human
\nAnd feel the touch of tears. A death desired
\nIs still a death and man is always man
\nAlthough an enemy. If I ever slew,
\nI think ‘twould be with pity in the blow
\nThat it was needed.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 335<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat’s a foolish thought.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIf it were weakness and delayed the stroke.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCLEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe Queen waits by him still ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNo longer now.<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor while officiously she served her lord,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe dying monarch cast a royal look<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf sternness on her. "Cease," he said, "O woman,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo trouble with thy ill-dissembled joy<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy passing. Call thy sons! Before they come<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI shall have gone into the shadow. Yet<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nToo much exult not, lest the angry gods<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nChastise thee with the coming of thy sons<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAt which thou now rejoicest."<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhere is she then<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr who waits on her ?
\nE<\/font>UNICE <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\t <\/font>EUNICE<\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nRodogune.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThat slave!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNo nobler attendance ?<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI think I hear the speech
\nOf upstarts. Are you, Cleone, of that tribe?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 336<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI marvel at your strange attraction. Princess!
\nYou fondle and admire a statue of chalk
\nIn a black towel dismally arranged.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nShe has roses in her pallor, but they are
\nThe memory of a blush in ivory.
\nShe is all silent, gentle, pale and pure,
\nDim-natured with a heart as soft as sleep.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe is a twilight soul, not frank, not Greek,
\nSome Magian’s daughter full of midnight spells.
\nI think she is a changeling from the dead.
\nI hate the sorceress!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWe shall have a king
\nWho’s young, Cleone; Rodogune is fair.
\nWhat think you of it, you small bitter heart?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe will prefer the roses and the day,
\nI hope!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\nYourself, you think ? <\/b> O, see her walk!
\nA floating lily in moonlight was her sister.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nHis agony ends at last.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhy have you left<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYour mistress and your service, Rodogune ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 337<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tRODOGUNE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe will not have me near her now; she says<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI look at her with eyes too wondering and too large.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSo she expects alone her husband’s end<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd her release. Alas, the valiant man,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe king, the Irampler of the fields of death!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe called to victory and she ran to him,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe made of conquest his camp-follower. How<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe lies forsaken! None regard his end;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHis flatterers whisper round him, his no more;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHis almost widow smiles. Better would men,
\nCould they foresee their ending, understand
\nThe need of mercy.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy sandal-string is loose;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nKneel down and tie it, Parthian Rodogune.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYou too may feel the need of mercy yet,
\nCleone.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nCleopatra enters swiftly from the
\ncorridors of the palace.<\/i><\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAntiochus is dead, is dead, and I
\nShall see at last the faces of my sons.
\nO,<\/b> I could cry upon the palace-tops
\nMy exultation! Gaze not on me so,
\nEunice. I have lived for eighteen years
\nWith silence and my anguished soul within
\nWhile all the while a mother’s heart in me
\nCried for her children’s eyelids, wept to touch
\nThe little bodies that with pain I bore.
\nThe long chill dawnings came without that joy.
\nOnly my hateful husband and his crown, \u2014
\nHis crown!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 338<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nTo the world he was a man august,
\nHigh-thoughted, grandiose, valiant. Leave him to death,
\nAnd thou enjoy thy children.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>.<\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe would not let my children come to me,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTherefore I spit upon his corpse. Eunice,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHave you not thought sometimes how strange it will feel<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo see my tall strong sons come striding in<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWho were two lisping babes, two pretty babes ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSometimes I think they are not changed at all<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd I shall see my small Antiochus<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith those sweet sunlight curls, his father’s curls,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd eyes in which an infant royalty<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nExpressed itself in glances, Timocles<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHolding his brother’s hands and toiling to me<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith eyes like flowers wide-opened by the wind<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd rosy lips that laugh towards my breast.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWill it not be strange, so sweet and strange ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWill they arrive from Egypt?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAh, Eunice,
\nFrom Egypt! They are here, Eunice.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nHere!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNot in this room, dear fool, in Antioch, hid
\nWhere never cruel eyes could come at them.
\nO, did you think a mother’s hungry heart
\nCould lose one fluttering moment of delight<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd when<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 339<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAfter such empty years ? Theramenes, \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe swift hawk he is \u2014 by that good illness helped<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nDarted across and brought them. They’re here, Eunice!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI saw them not even then, not even then<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCould clasp, but now Antiochus is dead,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs dead, my lips shall kiss them! Messengers<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAbridge the roads with tempest in their hooves<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo bring them to me!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nImperil not with memories of hate
\nThe hour of thy new-found felicity;<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor souls dislodged are dangerous and the gods
\nHave their caprices.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWill the Furies stir
\nBecause I hated grim Antiochus ?
\nWhen I have slain my kin, then let them wake.
\nThe man who’s dead was nothing to my heart:<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy husband was Nicanor, my beautiful
\nHigh-hearted lord with his bright auburn hair
\nAnd open face. When he died miserably
\nA captive in the hated Parthian’s bonds,
\nMy heart was broken. Only for my babes
\nI knit the pieces strongly to each other,
\nMy little babes whom I must send away
\nTo Egypt far from me! But for Antiochus
\nThat gloomy, sullen and forbidding soul,
\nHarsh-featured, hard of heart, rough mud of camps
\nAnd marches, \u2014 he was never lord of me.
\nHe was a reason of State, an act of policy;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd he exiled my children. You have not been
\nA mother!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI will love with you, Cleopatra,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 340<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAlthough to hate unwilling.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLove me, and with me
\nAs much as your pale quiet Parthian’s loved
\nWhom for your sake I have not slain.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe too,
\nThe Parthian! \u2014 blames you. Was it not she who said
\nYour joy will bring a curse upon your sons ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHast thou so little terror ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNever she said it!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFear yet; be wise! I cannot any more
\nFeel anger! Never again can grief be born
\nIn this glad world that gives me back my sons.
\nI can think only of my children’s arms.
\nThere is a diphony of music swells
\nWithin me and it cries a double name,
\nTwin sounds, Antiochus and Timocles,
\nTimocles and Antiochus, the two
\nChanging their places sweetly like a pair
\nOf happy lovers in my brain.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut which
\nShall be our king in Syria?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBoth shall be kings,
\nMy kings, my little royal faces made<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 341<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nTo rule my breast. Upon a meaner throne
\nWhat matters who shall reign for both ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n\tZ<\/font>OYLA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMadam,
\nThe banner floats upon that seaward tower.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEOPATRA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO my soul, fly to perch there! Shall it not seem
\nMy children’s robes as motherwards they run to me
\nTired of their distant play ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe leaves the room followed by Zoyla.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYou, you, Cleone! gods are not in the world
\nIf you end happily.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nDo not reproach her.
\nI have no complaint against one human creature;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNature and Fate do all.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nBecause you were born,
\nMy Rodogune, to suffer and be sweet
\nAs was Cleone to offend. O snake,
\nFor all thy gold and roses!<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI did not think
\nHer guiltless sons must pay her debt. Account
\nIs kept in heaven and our own offences
\nToo heavy a load for us to bear.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nRodogune and Eunice go out.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 342<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe doll,
\nThe Parthian puppet whom she fondles so,
\nShe hardly has a glance for me! I am glad
\nThis gloomy, grand Antiochus is dead.
\nO now for pastime, dances, youth and flowers!
\nYouth, youth! for we shall have upon the throne
\nNo grey beard longer, but some glorious boy
\nMade for delight with whom we shall be young
\nFor ever.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n(to Phayllys as he enters)<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nRejoice, brother, he is dead.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIt was my desire and fear that killed him then;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor he was nosing into my accounts.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhen shall we have these two king-cubs and which<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs the crowned lion?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThat is hidden, Phayllus;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYou know it.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI know; I wish I also knew
\nWhy it was hidden. Perhaps there is no cause
\nSave the hiding! Women feign and lie by nature
\nAs the snake coils, no purpose served by it.
\nOr was it the grim king who’ld have it so ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThey are in Antioch.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThat I knew.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 343<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou knew ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nBefore Queen Cleopatra. They do not sleep
\nWho govern kingdoms; they have ears and eyes.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nKnew and they live!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWhy should one slay in vain ?
\nA dying man has nothing left to fear
\nOr hope for. He belongs to other cares.
\nWhichever of these Syrian cubs be crowned,
\nHe will be hungry, young and African;<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe will need caterers.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShall they not be found?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIn Egypt they have other needs than ours.
\nThere lust’s almost as open as feasting is;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nScience and poetry and learned tastes<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAre not confined to books, but life’s an art.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere are faint mysteries, there are lurid pomps;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nStrong philtres pass and covert drugs. Desire<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIs married to fulfilment, pain’s enjoyed<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd love sometimes procures his prey for death.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe’ll want those strange and vivid colours here,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNot dull diplomacies and hard rough arms.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThen who shall look to statecraft’s arid needs<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIf not Phayllus?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWe shall rise ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 344<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nIt is that
\nI came to learn from you. I have a need for growth;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI feel a ray come nearer to my brow,
\nThe world expands before me. Wilt thou assist, \u2014
\nFor you have courage, falsehood, brains, \u2014 my growth ?
\nYour own assisted, \u2014 that is understood.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBecause I am near the Queen ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThat helps, perhaps,
\nBut falls below the mark at which I aim.
\nIf you were nearer to the King, \u2014 why, then!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>LEONE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nDepend on me.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nCleone, we shall rise.<\/font>
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