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GARDNER。

Ah; I have never known a wreck like yours!

Would I could save you!



COREY。

                    Do not speak of that。

It is too late。  I am resolved to die。



GARDNER。

Why would you die who have so much to live for?

Your daughters; and



COREY。

            You cannot say the word。

My daughters have gone from me。  They are married;

They have their homes; their thoughts; apart from me;

I will not say their hearts;that were too cruel。

What would you have me do?



GARDNER。

                    Confess and live。

COREY。

That's what they said who came here yesterday

To lay a heavy weight upon my conscience

By telling me that I was driven forth

As an unworthy member of their church。



GARDNER。

It is an awful death。



COREY。

                     'T is but to drown;

And have the weight of all the seas upon you。



GARDNER。

Say something; say enough to fend off death

Till this tornado of fanaticism

Blows itself out。  Let me come in between you

And your severer self; with my plain sense;

Do not be obstinate。



COREY。

                     I will not plead。

If I deny; I am condemned already;

In courts where ghosts appear as witnesses;

And swear men's lives away。  If I confess;

Then I confess a lie; to buy a life

Which is not life; but only death in life。

I will not bear false witness against any;

Not even against myself; whom I count least。



GARDNER (aside)。

Ah; what a noble character is this!



COREY。

I pray you; do not urge me to do that

You would not do yourself。  I have already

The bitter taste of death upon my lips;

I feel the pressure of the heavy weight

That will crush out my life within this hour;

But if a word could save me; and that word

Were not the Truth; nay; if it did but swerve

A hair's…breadth from the Truth; I would not say it!



GARDNER (aside)。

How mean I seem beside a man like this!



COREY。

As for my wife; my Martha and my Martyr;

Whose virtues; like the stars; unseen by day;

Though numberless; do but await the dark

To manifest themselves unto all eyes;

She who first won me from my evil ways;

And taught me how to live by her example;

By her example teaches me to die;

And leads me onward to the better life!



SHERIFF (without)。

Giles Corey!  Come!  The hour has struck!



COREY。

                          I come!

Here is my body; ye may torture it;

But the immortal soul ye cannot crush!

                              'Exeunt。





SCENE III A street in the Village。  Enter GLOYD and others。



GLOYD。

Quick; or we shall be late!



A MAN。

                 That's not the way。

Come here; come up this lane。



GLOYD。

                        I wonder now

If the old man will die; and will not speak?

He's obstinate enough and tough enough

For anything on earth。



A bell tolls。



                Hark!  What is that?



A MAN。

The passing bell。  He's dead!



GLOYD。

                       We are too late。

                      'Exeunt in haste。





SCENE IV。  A field near the graveyard; GILES COREY lying dead; 

with a great stone on his breast。  The Sheriff at his head;

RICHARD GARDNER at his feet。  A crowd behind。  The bell tolling。 

Enter HATHORNE and MATHER。



HATHORNE。

This is the Potter's Field。  Behold the fate

Of those who deal in Witchcrafts; and; when questioned;

Refuse to plead their guilt or innocence;

And stubbornly drag death upon themselves。



MATHER。

O sight most horrible!  In a land like this;

Spangled with Churches Evangelical;

Inwrapped in our salvations; must we seek

In mouldering statute…books of English Courts

Some old forgotten Law; to do such deeds?

Those who lie buried in the Potter's Field

Will rise again; as surely as ourselves

That sleep in honored graves with epitaphs;

And this poor man; whom we have made a victim;

Hereafter will be counted as a martyr!







FINALE



SAINT JOHN



SAINT JOHN wandering over the face of the Earth。



SAINT JOHN。

The Ages come and go;

The Centuries pass as Years;

My hair is white as the snow;

My feet are weary and slow;

The earth is wet with my tears

The kingdoms crumble; and fall

Apart; like a ruined wall;

Or a bank that is undermined

By a river's ceaseless flow;

And leave no trace behind!

The world itself is old;

The portals of Time unfold

On hinges of iron; that grate

And groan with the rust and the weight;

Like the hinges of a gate

That hath fallen to decay;

But the evil doth not cease;

There is war instead of peace;

Instead of Love there is hate;


And still I must wander and wait;

Still I must watch and pray;

Not forgetting in whose sight;

A thousand years in their flight

Are as a single day。



The life of man is a gleam

Of light; that comes and goes

Like the course of the Holy Stream。

The cityless river; that flows

From fountains no one knows;

Through the Lake of Galilee;

Through forests and level lands;

Over rocks; and shallows; and sands

Of a wilderness wild and vast;

Till it findeth its rest at last

In the desolate Dead Sea!

But alas! alas for me

Not yet this rest shall be!



What; then! doth Charity fail?

Is Faith of no avail?

Is Hope blown out like a light

By a gust of wind in the night?

The clashing of creeds; and the strife

Of the many beliefs; that in vain

Perplex man's heart and brain;

Are naught but the rustle of leaves;

When the breath of God upheaves

The boughs of the Tree of Life;

And they subside again!

And I remember still

The words; and from whom they came;

Not he that repeateth the name;

But he that doeth the will!



And Him evermore I behold

Walking in Galilee;

Through the cornfield's waving gold;

In hamlet; in wood; and in wold;

By the shores of the Beautiful Sea。

He toucheth the sightless eyes;

Before Him the demons flee;

To the dead He sayeth: Arise!

To the living: Follow me!

And that voice still soundeth on

From the centuries that are gone;

To the centuries that shall be!

From all vain pomps and shows;

From the pride that overflows;

And the false conceits of men;

From all the narrow rules

And subtleties of Schools;

And the craft of tongue and pen;

Bewildered in its search;

Bewildered with the cry;

Lo; here! lo; there; the Church!

Poor; sad Humanity

Through all the dust and heat

Turns back with bleeding feet;

By the weary road it came;

Unto the simple thought

By the great Master taught;

And that remaineth still:

Not he that repeateth the name;

But he that doeth the will!







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JUDAS MACCABAEUS。





ACT I。



The Citadel of Antiochus at Jerusalem。



SCENE I。  ANTIOCHUS; JASON。



ANTIOCHUS。

O Antioch; my Antioch; my city!

Queen of the East! my solace; my delight!

The dowry of my sister Cleopatra

When she was wed to Ptolemy; and now

Won back and made more wonderful by me!

I love thee; and I long to be once more

Among the players and the dancing women

Within thy gates; and bathe in the Orontes;

Thy river and mine。  O Jason; my High…Priest;

For I have made thee so; and thou art mine;

Hast thou seen Antioch the Beautiful?



Jason。

Never; my Lord。



ANTIOCHUS。

Then hast thou never seen

The wonder of the world。  This city of David

Compared with Antioch is but a village;

And its inhabitants compared with Greeks

Are mannerless boors。



JASON。

They are barbarians;

And mannerless。



ANTIOCHUS。

They must be civilized。

They must be made to have more gods than one;

And goddesses besides。



JASON。

They shall have more。



ANTIOCHUS。

They must have hippodromes; and games; and baths;

Stage…plays and festivals; and most of all

The Dionysia。



JASON。

They shall have them all。



ANTIOCHUS。

By Heracles! but I should like to see

These Hebrews crowned with ivy; and arrayed

In skins of fawns; with drums and flutes and thyrsi;

Revel and riot through the solemn streets

Of their old town。   Ha; ha!  It makes me merry

Only to think of it!Thou dost not laugh。



JASON。

Yea; I laugh inwardly。



ANTIOCHUS。

The new Greek leaven

Works slowly in this Israelitish dough!

Have I not sacked the Temple; and on the altar

Set up the statue of Olympian Zeus

To Hellenize it?



JASON。

Thou hast done all this。

ANTIOCHUS。

As thou wast Joshua once and now art Jason;

And from a Hebrew hast become a Greek;

So shall this Hebrew nation be translated;

Their very natures and their names be changed;

And all be Hellenized。



JASON。

It shall be done。



ANTIOCHUS。

Their manners and their laws and way of living

Shall all be Greek。  They shall unlearn their language;

And learn the lovely speech of Antioch。

Where hast thou been to…day?  Thou comest late。



JASON。

Playing at discus with the other priests

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