{"1": {"fulltext": "Hill!\\nIf WW\\nr//tfM\\nrll ffl\\nlaalaim SHI M?ifcfl\\nML\\nm- .l\\nffili.\\niauffl M rtrM I I AfiWMt n I.I\\nmr-\u00e2\u0084\u00a2\\nIfliMlll\\niff if mm\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0096\u00a0H\\nI;\\nmm\\n(i,\\nJ [Ml\\n1.1 \u00c2\u00abJI I ll Mi! irM M L 1\\nJ M\\nWM\\n\\\\WMMW\u00e2\u0084\u00a2\\ntfMDSIIHdn\\nittVV 1\\n11/ 1H\\nnan\\nV if/ V Ml \\\\\\\\Mtm liwii A\\ni in i\\nMl\\nvim\\ni, -iii-\\nmmmmm\\ni\\ni/i f\\nl\\nM\\n1111\\nI .Ul\\nNOfJTCJ", "height": "4653", "width": "2752", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "GLORIA VICTIS", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "9675\\nLibrary of Conyress\\nTwo Copies Received\\nJUN 22 1900\\nCopyright entiy\\nz*m* copy.\\n2nd Copy Deliver^ t\\nORDER DIVISION\\nONE COPY RECEIVES.\\nGIJB9\\nCopyright 1900\\nhy\\nJfctORILLA M. NORTON\\n*i\\n1*/\\nMtffc", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "r\\nTo the memory of\\nPhillips Brooks,\\nBishop of Massachusetts,\\nwhose impassioned presentation of the\\nOld Testament\\ngave it, to a child s imagination,\\nlife and speech;\\nto the hopes, and their fulfillment, of the\\nmighty race whose ideals\\nmade the New Testament possible,\\nI dedicate this drama.", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PROLOGUE.\\nThe title of this play is taken from Antonin\\nMercie^s Gloria Victis in the Hotel de Ville,\\nParis; its motif is that of the book of Esther:\\nthis acknowledges any conscious indebtedness.\\nIf there is found in it but a trace of the beauty\\nof the master s work, but a breath of the life\\nof the Great Chronicle, the author is content.\\nM. N.", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CHARACTERS.\\nAhasuerus, King of the Medes and Persians.\\nMordecai, a Jew of the Court in immediate\\nservice of the King.\\nHam an, a Noble and Agagite.\\nMemucan, Prince of Media and Persia.\\nHegai, King s chamberlain.\\nHatach, a friend of Esther and Mordecai.\\nVashti, Queen of Ahasuerus.\\nEsther, Queen of Ahasuerus.\\nJudith, a friend of Esther.\\nZeresh, wife of Haman.\\nCarshena,\\nShethar,\\nMeres,\\nMarsena,\\nMehuman,\\nBiztha,\\nHarbona,\\nBigtha, Chamberlains.\\nAbagtha,\\nZethar,\\nCarcas, J\\nDalphon,\\nAspatha, Conspirators with Haman.\\nAdalia, J\\nChorus, Persian Musicians, Scribes, Eunuchs,\\nMaids in attendance on Vashti and Esther,\\nHousehold Servants, etc.\\nScenes. Palace at Shushan, house of Ha-\\nman, and street before the palace.", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "GLORIA VICT1S\\nACT FIRST.\\nSCENE I.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Palace of Shushan. A court filled\\nwith flowers and fountains, surrounded, by\\nan arcade. Occasionally a servant, some-\\ntimes an usher, a eunuch, a taster, or one of\\nthe king s guards, passes, each in evident\\nhaste and bearing vessels of gold, gold and\\nsilver vases, candelabra, etc. Two Jews con-\\nverse near one of the pillars of the arcade.\\nFirst Jew. What means this ardor? Shall\\nwe tonight be asked to heathen revels? Will\\nthe tyrant deck himself in spoils of Zion?\\nSecond Jew. Yea, twould seem, for see we\\nnot the sacred vessels, purpled once with wine\\nof.Eshcol, crimsoned at the Pascal feast, now\\nborne into this board, and kings dare drink\\nwhere priests quenched not their thirst?\\nFirst Jew (raising his hands in impreca-\\ntion). Ah, Israel, Israel! thy cups once red,\\nnow brown with dregs and lees like the foul,\\nstanchless wounds our heroes bore for thee,\\nare brimming o er with wine of trembling.\\nAh, for a draught of that pure water, sweeter\\nfar than this of Choaspes, our mighty men did\\nbring to David, and he did pour to God! Cho-\\naspes cannot assuage this thirst for home. My\\neyes are wells and from their depths are daily\\ndrawn draughts bitterer far than those of Ma-\\nrah.\\nSecond Jew. Already hath the king re-\\nceived his meed at Sal amis, and Grecian he-\\nroes spilled the dearest blood of Persia. Why\\nmay not one deliver us? some Joshua, who\\ntook kings as spoil; Gideon, hero naked\\nand unblazoned; not as these, whose leather", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nbanner myriads led, upon a weaker foe. Per-\\nchance some one may come to give his life, to\\nprove his faith, and set against this empty\\nearthly crown, the King of kings. What sayest\\nthou, father?\\nFirst Jew. Yea, I do hope for it. Why\\nshould we not teach him there is a God, who\\nmocks at greatness built on aught but justice?\\nHad we the heroes thou hast named twould be\\nso now. Exile doth leave a hero half a man,\\nand men as children. O, Daniel, Daniel! thou\\ndidst sit with kings their counselor; who\\ncan counsel men since thou art gone?\\nSecond Jew. But here s the Chorus. All\\nour holiest pulses beat in rhythm with their\\nstrains.\\nSCENE II.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Chorus chanting in minor key\\ncrosses the stage, halting near a vine-cover-\\ned arch leading into the court beyond, oppo-\\nsite entrance to banquet hall.\\nPSALMS XIII.\\nHow long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for\\never? how long wilt thou hide thy face from\\nme?\\nHow long shall I take counsel in my soul,\\nhaving sorrow in my heart daily? how long\\nshall mine enemy be exalted over me?\\nConsider and hear me, O Lord my God: light-\\nen mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;\\nLest mine enemy say, I have prevailed\\nagainst him; and those that trouble me rejoice\\nwhen I am moved.\\nBut I have trusted in thy mercy; my heart\\nshall rejoice in thy salvation.\\nI will sing unto the Lord, because he hath\\ndealt bountifully with me.\\nFirst Jew. More we cannot ask for com-\\nfort but look, hither doth come a man who\\nloves us, and one who loves us not Mordecai\\nand Haraan. Hast seen of late the looks of\\nscorn the favorite lowers upon the chosen?\\nUnder the shadow of thy wings twere well.", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nah well, to lift up hands for help, for such as\\nhe, whate er their mien, mean harm.\\nSecond Jew. Seest thou how he doth look\\nat Mordecai? His eyes do gleam with scorn and\\nhate, but he who loves his God, much more\\nthan place and pomp, is more than match for\\nHaman.\\nFirst Jew. Yea, more than match, with\\nGod. Will He avenge us here on Persian soil?\\nSecond Jew. Let us go hence an* 3 look up-\\non this feast, and judge from favor there be-\\nstowed, who rules the king. [Exit Jews.\\nHaman approaches the pillar they have left.\\nMordecai stands talking to the Chorus.\\nHaman. I see him and I hate him. This\\ncaptive, insolent, with meekness ill assumed,\\nprotects himself from envy while his power\\ngrows daily. I ll see which man is master, he a\\nslave, or I, a favorite. Had I one here as brave\\nas he is subtle, I could prove whose gods are\\nmightiest, his or mine. A woman, yea, where\\nfind her? Zeresh waits upon the queen, but\\nVashti s reign is past: a pretext, she s dismissed,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094who then will share the couch and touch the\\nsceptre? Capricious, vindictive, this hour his\\nfriend, the next his toy. Who knows then?\\nWho but knows? I must to the feast.\\n[Exit Haman.\\nMordecai passes out before the Chorus,\\nwhich follows chanting softly\\nPSALMS XCIX.\\nThe Lord reigneth; let the people tremble:\\nhe sitteth between the oherubims; let the earth\\nbe moved.\\nThe Lord is great in Zion; and he is high\\nabove all the people.\\nLet them praise thy great and terrible name;\\nfor it is holy.\\nThe king s strength also loveth judgment;\\nthou dost establish equity, thou executest judg-\\nment and righteousness in Jacob,", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nExalt ye the Lord our God, and worship at\\nhis footstool; for he is holy.\\nMoses and Aaron among his priests, and\\nSamuel among them that call upon his name;\\nthey called upon the Lord, and he answered\\nthem. (Chorus heard softly chanting in\\nthe distance.)\\nSCENE III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Banquet hall of palace, hung in\\nwhite, green, and blue. Beds of gold and sil-\\nver upon pavement of red, blue, white\\nand black marble, marble pillars whose capi-\\ntals are massive heads of bulls. Beside the\\nempty throne of gold and silver, is seen the\\nroyal standard of Persia, leather encrusted\\nwith gems. The guests, princes of Persia,\\nchamberlains, courtiers, Greeks, Jews, Par-\\nthians, are reclining on couches, Haman and\\nMordecai next the King. Ushers, tasters,\\neunuchs, and servants, wait upon the com-\\npany. Persian musicians play softly, Jew-\\nish Chorus holding their instruments, is seen\\nstanding near portico leading to the garden,\\nwhich can be seen beyond.\\nKing Ahasuerus. What need we here to\\ngrace this festival, where Persia s gems are\\ngleaming, but her whose beauty is as creamy\\npearl, mid jewels. Like a star that shines alone\\non Demavend, that beauty fills the heaven of\\nPersia s monarch. She holds her court apart;\\nthe lustrous constellation of her women leaves\\nthese halls in darkness. Tis meet we call her\\nthence to light our gloom. Go call the queen.\\n(All drinking to the sound of trumpets, O\\nKing, Live Forever!\\nHaman. O King, and can it be that she on\\nwhom the sun itself doth deign to shine, should\\nseek the shade?\\nKing. Nay, she but deems herself a lesser\\norb, the center of a constellation smaller, but\\nmore bright. Her rays may cast less far, but\\ngive more light and heat. The mind of Vashti\\nlets no sun but that which from the thione\\n10", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nirradiates, shine down her splendor, and she\\ndoth well what sayest thou Mordecai?\\nMordecai. The man should rule the wo-\\nman; that, O King, were ancient law, but both\\nare under rule. It means but good for each to\\npay to either homage, being subject both to\\nGod, and in our law tis meekness best doth\\ncrown the kingliest brow.\\nKing. Thy God, thy law! What canst thou\\nteach, O noble Jew to me, descended from a god,\\nimmortal like themselves? Yet almost I might\\nwish to learn of thee, my captive, so much wis-\\ndom oft I find within thy speech. Our women\\nare our jewels and we like them best to glit-\\nter and adorn for when they lose their bril-\\nliancy, we can replace them.\\nHaman. Or flowers, when faded, we can\\npluck them fresh.\\nMordecai. How their souls, ye count not\\nthey have souls O King?\\nKing. Yea, Mordecai, their souls ex-\\nhale in merriment, delight, caress, and sooth-\\ning tenderness. The soul of man requires\\na taste of many sweets. His palate is not\\nsatisfied with a single fruit, or one confection.\\nSee we here upon this table, gather-\\ned from as many gardens, dainties wrought by\\nNature in her hours of glee. She hath formed\\nthem for our pleasure, and we take them as\\nshe means them each and all.\\nMordecai. We hold the woman is for man\\na sister, friend, who can appeal unto the high-\\nest, best within him, and though weak and\\nyielding, give him strength of purpose, love of\\ntruth and God. She reflects the best in man,\\nand gives an image pure, as is his purest\\nthought of her.\\nKing. Perhaps, What! comes she not,\\nthe queen? (King half rises, startled.)\\nMessenger (Hegai, a chamberlain), O\\nKing live forever! Thine august queen doth\\nbid me lay before thy throne of splendor this\\nher will she will not come.\\n11", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nKing (in fierce anger, aside). She will not\\ncome! (Rises and approaches the throne.)\\n(Aside.) O Vashti cross not thy lesser rays\\nwith mine. (Aloud.) What shall we do unto\\nthe queen for her affront to royal will?\\nMemucan. O King the queen has done this\\nwrong not only unto thee, but unto us, and un-\\nto Persia. There shall be wrath and scorn in\\nMedia, when our wives obey not. Let her es-\\ntate be given then and by decree unto another,\\nthen every husband dwells in honor.\\nKing. Yea, so shall it be, and thou hast an-\\nswered wisely, Memucan. Saidst thou not so,\\nmy Mordecai? Ah, let the Chorus sing, for I\\nam heavy-hearted.\\nChorus advances to side of the throne and\\ncommences to chant in a brighter strain.\\nPROVERBS XXXI.\\nWho can find a virtuous woman? for her\\nprice is far above rubies.\\nThe heart of her husband doth safely trust in\\nher, so that he shall have no need of spoil.\\nShe will do him good and not evil all the days\\nof her life.\\nShe seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh\\nwillingly with her hands.\\nStrength and honor are her clothing; and\\nshe shall rejoice in time to come.\\nShe openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in\\nher tongue is the law of kindness.\\nShe looketh well to the ways of her house-\\nhold, and eateth not the bread of idleness.\\nHer children arise up, and call her blessed;\\nher husband also, and he praiseth her.\\nKing (to Mordecai). Are all the women\\nvirtuous in thy land, or are there those who\\nlove to rule and be a curse and bane to life?\\nMordecai. O King tis God alone can give\\nto her, whose nature weak, demands a strong-\\ner, the power of righteous life. (Musing.)\\nSome such we have had, some may have again\\nthere are who might be such.\\n12", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nKing. Then would I might have her for\\nwife, to rule with me, obedient, loving, chaste.\\nMordecai (aside). There may be such an\\none, and yet, O Esther! O my child!\\n[King rises, bearing sceptre, passes out,\\nnobles following.\\nSCENE IV. In Vashti s appartment, women at\\na banquet rise from the tables and frightened\\ngaze at the queen, watching her face closely.\\nShe is seen reclining on a golden couch,dressed\\nin elaborate court costume, crimson embroid-\\nered in gold and silver. Messenger enters,\\nbreathless from fear,\\nVashti. What saith the king?\\nMessenger. Ah Mistress, would thou hadst\\nbut learned before to dread his wrath, for now\\ntis burning hot and like to scorch. He will\\nnot have a wife who rules beyond his law, and\\nnow advised by his court will pat thee hence.\\nAll. Ah, told we thee not so? woe, thy\\ndoom has come! (Some of the women weep.)\\nVashti. Cease; not by me shall tears be shed.\\nI am a queen and will be such in grief, and ti\u00c2\u00ab\\nnot his to take one jot from my estate as queen.\\nMisfortune makes a royal soul more royal,\\nnothing less. Tis my will that breaks against\\nhis own; no two can rule beneath this roof and\\nboth be safe. His mind grasps undivided sway,\\nand he and all his haughty race accept not nay.\\nI leave him to his lonely throne and power.\\nDo ye leave me. (Women retire, leaving\\nVashti who half in rage half sadly soliloquizes.)\\nAh yes, once loved, now scorned. Twas beau-\\nty gave me rule, not love, and beauty s rule is\\nbrief. I could have held my place, would I but\\nstoop to artifice as all do here and trust to\\nbasest means to hold their power. Twere\\nsomething, yea twere much, to vent my spite\\non some who feed and grow on others ill. Had\\nI but one friend here at court, by grief and en-\\nvy stung, I might regain that place. (Musing,)\\nAh yea, my mind doth clear a way within these\\n13", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\ntoils\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that false ambitious Haman\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he s ready\\nfor the depths of guilt; that doubt I not and\\nshe, his wife, doth wait upon the queen. Ah\\nsplendors once possessed, but half remember-\\ned, haunting my waking hours of gloom with\\nrays of soft delights. (Goes to the window\\nleading to the gardens.) When shall I hear\\nsuch music as these nightingales pour to this\\ncrystal moon? Ah heavens ye told my span of\\njoy was brief ye fooled me not tis men\\nhave cheated me. Ah well, this place of lying,\\ntricking deeds, and fiercer thoughts, I shall\\nnot much regret; yet this burning thirst\\nfor power, insatiable passion! Tis his\\ncurse and mine. I see a hand within the dusk\\nwill strike him down, as he has struck me. I ll\\nkeep my grief till then, but now my queenly\\npride will leave no minute s, second s place for\\none to say, I pity her, the queen. Tis\\nchoice, I could say, I obey, and stay. I\\nwould not, testing him, be slave I go. But\\nwho comes here? Tis she, tis Zeresh. (Half\\nscornfully,) What bringst thou here, my Ze-\\nresh? (aside) the first to spy on power o er-\\nthrown.\\nScene V.\\nZeresh. What mistress, what but that I\\nbring thee sympathy.\\nVashti (impatiently). Sympathy! tis\\nbrought where it is wanted not, and if it were,\\nthe queen would seek it first amid her peers.\\nZeresh (dissembling her anger). Tis as thy\\nslave I offer what a slave may surely bring:\\ndesire to share misfortune.\\nVashti. That desire were alien to most\\nslaves and kings. That both may rise to fur-\\nther greatness through this seeming check tis\\nthis that I consent to.\\nZeresh (visibly pleased), Tis, gracious\\nqueen, most like to thee to give what none can\\ngive but thou\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a queenly courage. My hus-\\nband sends me thither to inform his august\\n14", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nsovereign there doth beat one true heart still\\nfor her. Command him; tis this he craves\\nalone.\\nVashti (aside). There spoke the woman,\\nand I find my weapon ready forged. (Aloud.)\\nTell Haman that his queen is still a queen, in\\nfearlessness, and intends to try the humor of\\nthe king yet further. Go tell him this and bid\\nhim meet her here in secret for see they come\\nto bring me to the king.\\n[Exit Zeresh. Enter Herald and Princes.\\nVashti (rises in majestic pose, all saluting).\\nYe great of Persia, now tis Vashti s will.\\n[All leave after the queen.\\nACT SECOND,\\nSCENE I. Bedroom in Esther s suite in the\\npalace of Shushan. A young girl of rare grace\\nand loveliness, just awake, rises from\\nher couch. She throws a mantle over her\\nshoulders and approaches the window,\\nstretching out her hands, as if in invocation\\nto the sunrise.\\nEsther. O splendor, glory most like Him\\nour King in Zion. When I do feel thee around\\nme, I am part of heaven and spheres far far\\nbeyond our little life enfold me the splendor\\nis t within, without? I cannot tell. God is so\\nnear, our dread Jehovah. I wish I had\\narisen early, gone upon the hills and breathed\\nthe light, perfume, from all the world alone\\nwith Him. Could I but reach some highest\\npoint and lift my two girl hands to sky and\\nfield and feel again, I m free! Ah, joy to feel\\nbut air about me, unveiled, to catch the light\\nupon my hair, so feeding all my soul with\\necstasy. I d find Him there and He d perhaps\\nrelease me. A captive, O! to live and die a\\ncaptive! Some nights I breathless lie and\\nhear a voice low breathing, and I swoon in\\ngladness. Tis His voice which says a mother\\n15", "height": "4429", "width": "2393", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yietis.\\nmust so speak, so tenderly He that Israel\\nkeeps shall never sleep. Last night I heard\\nthat voice again and I awoke and mighty-\\ndreams half shaken from my eyelids kept me\\ncompany. Did David so sense God in\\ndawn? Yea, did he not? It comes to me his\\nsong My voice in the morning shalt thou\\nhear, O Lord, my prayer to thee will I direct.\\nPrays\\nAh, here s the sun, he likens to a bridegroom\\n(hesitates confused) coming from his chamber.\\nAh me no mother is here to quiet me\\nwith loving hands. I must meet this, as all\\nthings else alone. I am orphaned too in country.\\nFrom time my baby hands could clasp in pray-\\ner I ve prayed for thee Jerusalem, thine altars\\nand thy throne. Could it be? No, no, I m\\nfar too weak. I faint at thought of him, this\\nheathen tyrant, yet some voice within\\nme says, I am with thee, fear thee not, Is t\\nHe, the King of kings? I think of Ruth. She\\ntoo was gentle, timid, meek, and she found fa-\\nvor. Ah God! give me thy strength. Hide me\\nbeneath thy wings! (Dresses. Hears Chorus\\noutside her windows, claps her hands and lis-\\ntens eagerly.\\nSONG OF SOLOMON.\\nMy beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise\\nup, my love, my fair one, and come away.\\nFor, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over\\nand gone.\\nThe flowers appear on the earth; the time of\\nthe singing of birds is come, and the voice of\\nthe turtle is heard in our land\\nThe fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and\\nthe vines with the tender grape give a good\\nsmell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come\\naway.\\nO my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,\\nin the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy\\ncountenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet\\nis thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.\\n16", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nTake us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil\\nthe vines: for our vines have tender grapes.\\nMy beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth\\namong the lilies.\\nUntil the day break, and the shadows flee\\naway, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe\\nor a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.\\nSCENE II.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A knock. Judith enters; the girls\\nembrace.\\nEsther. Brave girl, then they did let thee\\ncome to Esther? Thou didst pass the palace\\ngates unharmed?\\nJudith. Yea, yea, unharmed. Mordecaidid\\ngive his word tis law it seems since Esther s\\nhere. (Esther hides her head on Judith s neck.)\\nJudith. Ah mistress happy, happy, be thou\\nlove\u00e2\u0080\u0094 tis he the king has sent thee hither, our\\nsweet singers.\\nEsther. Foolish child, the song is sweet, but\\nwhat if I am scorned?\\nJudith. Nay, nay, for no such being oped\\nher eyes today in Persia for thy dear cheeks,\\nand hair and eyes, he d ransom half his king-\\ndom.\\nEsther. Child, child, vex me not thus, with\\npraise undue, unmeet.\\nJudith. Sweet mistress tis but truth I tell\\nthee, for have I not seen the queen, so proud,\\nso careless of us girls who gazed awestr nek up-\\non her beauty? For she was fair, dressed all\\nin gold, upon her head a diadem, and ladies\\ndressed in cloth of gold, like butterflies about\\nher. Thou art twice as fair without the\\ngold. (Finishes dressing Esther s hair.\\nA knock; both girls start.)\\nEsther. Hast finished? Tis well, I hear\\nmy uncle s knock\u00e2\u0080\u0094 one minute, Judith thou wilt\\nstay with me (kisses her) so I may have some\\none to love within this palace, yea, then I ll\\nforgive thy foolish praise. (Judith breaks\\nfrom her and goes to the door. Mordecai en-\\nters; girls bow low before him; Esther kisses\\nhis hand.\\n17", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nMordecai. My child, my well-beloved\\nchild. (Aside.) As Abraham led his son to\\nsacrifice, so lead I her, believing God means\\nwell.\\nEsther. Be not thou sad, father; I will be\\ngood and here, as there, obey. Who knows\\nbut God will work through me His will for Is-\\nrael?\\nMordecai. Yea, yea, mayhap, but we must\\nwait upon His will, and oftentimes that will\\nseems grief to us. I love thee, Esther, (takes\\nher in his arms) thou art part of loves immortal,\\nand to know thy tender feet set here in snares\\nthe rudest may entangle troubles me.\\nChorus without, chanting Psalms xc.\\nO satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we\\nmay rejoice and be glad all our days.\\nMake us glad according to the days wherein\\nthou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein\\nwe have seen evil.\\nLet thy work appear unto thy servants, and\\nthy glory unto their children.\\nAnd let the beauty of the Lord our God be\\nupon us: and establish thou the work of our\\nhands upon us; yea, the work of our hands es-\\ntablish thou it.\\nMordecai and Esther stand with\\nbowed heads, listening.\\nEsther. Father, hath He not spoken? Can\\nwe then fear?\\nMordecai. Yea, Esther, He has spoken.\\nWe will hear. I leave you with our King.\\nSCENE III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A room in Vashti s suite. Haman\\nalone.\\nHaman. Yea, Mordecai, I curse thee, and\\nthy race; not yesterday, nor yesterday before,\\nput enmity between us. Saul slew my kin, and\\nSamuel hewed our mighty king before his god.\\nI hold as living hate, a memory more hateful.\\nis", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nI stand beside the throne thou wouldst stand\\nthere there is not p lace for two. Thou bringst\\na girl to play her part; I bring a queen, one\\nwronged, insulted, eager for revenge match\\nPersian princess with a Jewish maid.\\nThree of the greatest of the realm stand with us.\\nHa! soon thou lt feel a foe in every Persian.\\nThey come, my friends, the queen and\\nZeresh, Aspatha, Adalia, Dalphon.\\nThe same enter, Vashti veiled with two\\nwomen attendants. Haman leads the\\nqueen to a dais where she unveils and\\nthe princes pay homage with Haman.\\nHaman. O Queen and ye wise men of Per-\\nsia, it now behooveth us to state our griefs, sub-\\ndue the impious pride of slaves take vengeance\\non these Jews. Prince Adalia, speak, and she,\\nour queen, shall be our arbiter.\\nAdalia. Yea, I fear them, of wit and valor\\ntoo much accredited to now be met with scorn.\\nThey push us to the wall, and rise on our de-\\nfeat. I fear them and I hate them.\\nQueen. Well spoken, brave Adalia. Tis\\nlike thee to play the coward, in whom all see\\nthe hero.\\nDalphon. I fear them not but they pro-\\nfane our groves, they worship not as we, they\\nmock our gods and force their sacrilegious\\nrites before our faces.\\nQueen. Tis well thought, zealous for the\\ngods and zealously will they reward thee.\\nAspatha. I care not for the gods; tis theirs\\nto look to it, if reverence due is paid not, but\\nfor gain, for that I care. I would not have this\\nmoney -getting race usurp our trade and see\\nour riches deck a foreigner. Naught can now\\ncompete with them; though beggared at the\\ndawn, the sunset sees them robed in purple.\\nQueen. Surely this were cause for punish-\\nment. Ill-gotten is the gold that comes by\\nmagic. But speak thou, O Haman, mighty\\nprince, beloved of the king.\\n19", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nHam an. These are to mine as white to black\\nten thousand causes have I for loathing; they\\nare but the slightest. Between my race and\\ntheirs is hatred nourished for almost as many\\ngenerations, as have my hands twice told of\\nfingers. We hold all Jews as foes and treat\\nthem so. I ve for Mordecai who prates\\nof lofty virtue, wins his way at soft and steady\\npace, but curses. gracious queen, let s hear\\nthy will; tis we must then obey.\\nQueen. My lords and princes, all ye do call\\nme queen so was I, so will be, if but fortune\\ngive again, in justice, all it takes: our kindly\\nmonarch s favor and now I muse upon\\nit all what cause that I, once doted on and\\nheld so dear, am thrust away, but surely this,\\nhe, Mordecai, who else, has whispered praise\\nof this new beauty, Esther, blinding so our\\nking with tales of her, that he but seizes on my\\nabsence to be rid of me. Ah cruel, cruel, thus\\nto wound a woman, one who shielded him; tis\\nthus we monarchs are rewarded for our trust.\\nThat haughty head scarce bowed in salutation,\\nas I passed, I marked it, but my heart, too\\nfull of mercy to requite with ill, took then no\\nwarning. So he rose, I fell. But how amend\\nthese evils, shall each not give advice?\\nAll. Yea, yea, so shall it be, O queen!\\nAd alia. Shall Haman, he who called us\\nhere, who seemed the most beset with care for\\nvengeance, not take this matter first in hand?\\nAll. Yea, Haman, let it be he.\\nHaman. I, O queen, desire it not, but since\\nit falls to me, I will accept. I hold there is no\\nvictory, but in destruction. Hear now my plan\\ntwill need but his advice and power to ex-\\necute. Let writings here be made by Dalphon,\\nAdalia, and Aspatha, unto the goverao?a and\\nrulers of the provinces, that they upon the\\nthirteenth of the month Adar, cause to be\\nkilled, destroyed, (women shudder) all Jews\\nboth young and old, and their goods fleized as\\nprey. I will win the seal to set thereto from\\n1*0", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nAhasuerus. The danger lies in this. Yours is\\nthe safer part in execution of these writs.\\nWisdom is speed in both.\\nQueen. Well done, brave Haman, thou\\nepeakest as a master in the art of moving\\nkings. Haste, lose not a moment; let this day\\nsee accomplishment of our design in plan well\\nformed the king s consent obtained the let-\\nters sent. (Aside.) She too must die, within\\nthe palace, stifled by my slaves. She shall no\\nmore have voice to win from Persian princess\\nrights held too long to yield at glance\\nof Jewish eyes. (Aloud.) O Princes, we may\\nleave, assured the matter rests in hands as\\nskilled as any that might hold it. Tis ours to\\nexecute his wish. I leave you then with every\\nvow for our success, and once in power ye\\nshall not be forgotten.\\nAll leave but Haman and Zeresh, after sa-\\nluting the Queen, who goes out first\\nwith her women.\\nZeresh. I fear me Haman this doth mean\\nthy ruin, not revenge.\\nHaman. That care I not, for nothing gives\\nme peace while this Jew sits before the gate,\\nand rises not to greet me.\\nZeresh. Then thou shouldst well devise some\\nother means to rid us of the man, awaiting\\nnot the special vengeance.\\nHaman. Yea, woman, thou hast spoken\\nwell, I ve thought on that. Thy hands and\\nmine shall match the purple we shall wear.\\n(Laughs.) But I must leave thee. Get thee to\\nthe gods, that they make our cause their own.\\n[Exit Haman.\\n(Zeresh gazes sorrowfully after him, and\\nturns towards the inner room.)\\nSCENE IV. Council chamber. King seated\\nin the chair of state. Princes retire, mak-\\ning a low obeisance. Scribes follow, gathering\\ntogether their rolls, etc.\\n21", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nKing (alone). O woe of kings! since time\\nbegan the same! No trust, no faith, no\\nhonor! What care these for the state for me?\\nNothing. My will supreme, but who to ex-\\necute that will? No man in Persia. Absolute,\\nimpotent. I could lay all aside to be a man.\\nYet, how a man? That were impossible, be-\\ning a god. I must seek godlikeness must be\\nthe god. But ah, gods have the power\\nwe sigh for, being men. I am not even\\nloved. Feared, yea, by all. I ll draw around\\nthe royal mantle lest disclosing nakedness they\\nstab. A scimitar hangs in the shadow of this\\nthrone some day a hand will draw and thrust.\\nCould I but touch one soul true, pure!\\nI ve thought of\\nHaman Mordecai there seems some vir-\\ntue; is it seeming? I have raised them both\\nuntil they stand upon the first steps of the\\nthrone there let them grapple for the next.\\nThe king will bide his time twere\\nworth it. Vashti! false, false, false,\\nfeigning love, respect, docility, spurns the\\nsceptre and she falls. Did she not know the\\npenalty? Yea, and knowing, did it. Stifled in\\ncaress of gems, with every gift my passion could\\nconceive and lavish. Her soul is dead. She\\nloves naught but herself and cannot guess at\\naught but sham and ghastly feints of joy. She\\nnever feels. She s cursed too by ambition.\\nAh, curse of curses deadliest my\\ngrandsire s curse my father s. What can\\nkeep from fury, one so tracked, so haunted\\nI ve dragged my realm to Athens, and brought\\nthence (laughs) a taste of blood and of phil-\\nosophy. My blood that once so gen-\\nerous gave me courage, ah, the\\ntest of courage here to stand as first of kings\\ntis cooler every hour and hardly gives this\\nhand the force to grasp a bauble -sceptre\\ntis mockery! But dares a hand to lift\\nagainst the toy. I ll show that will can\\nconquer blood. (Haman enters.) Hail Ha-\\nman! thou art welcome.", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nHaman, O King, live forever! The splen-\\ndor of thy presence dazzles me, so little wonted\\nto such radiance.\\nKing (waving him to a seat near his own).\\nYea, custom doeth much and habits us to\\nthings we had not dreamed of. I trust you\\nbring some light, for light he stands in need of,\\nHaman. O King, who, who can hope to add\\nto lustre such as thine?\\nKing (frowning). I speak not of my needs\\nbut of my subjects who are first, in minds of\\nrighteous kings.\\nHaman. Yea, truly, thus we pay to thee,\\nKing, the true acknowledgment we owe to\\nvirtue.\\nKing. Hast thou any news of aught that\\ndoth concern the realm?\\nHaman. Yea, if I may speak, there is a mat-\\nter serious which doth pertain unto thy gran-\\ndeur.\\nKing, Speak, Haman,\\nHaman. Thou knowest, O King, that I, a\\nforeigner and not of Persian blood, would\\nbrook no slight to strangers, were it not that\\nfirst within my breast is love for Persia.\\nKing. I hear thee.\\nHaman. First then, my love of thee, of Per-\\nsia, gives desire to speak for this I take it I\\nam given a place beside that throne the\\ngreatest upon earth. (King waving him to\\nproceed.) My care for all that doth make\\nPersia great, hath prompted me to send, the\\nking remembers at his will, ambassadors who\\nwere to learn the state of Persia s provinces,\\nand thither they have brought this word.\\nKing. Ah, what word brought they?\\nHaman. King, thy mighty race so clem-\\nent and so just, has ever given to exiles more\\nthan due, and they abuse this gift, A people\\ncame to dwell among us and they bring strange\\ncustoms, rites, and practices. They will not,\\nso say these witnesses, conform to ours. They\\nhave strange maxims, dreams of sovereignty,\\n23", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nand scorn the sacred statutes of the King.\\nThey feed upon our hills and fields, enrich\\nthemselves in Persian commerce, to give ex-\\nchange in traitor s deeds, and spread their evil\\nthoughts among the people.\\nKing (growing more and more sullen). Art\\nthou then sure of this? Who are thy witness-\\nes?\\nHaman. Dalphon, Adalia, Aspatha, know\\nof this.\\nKing. Dalphon, Adalia, Aspatha, princes\\nall! They know of this?\\nHaman, Yea, O King!\\nKing (rising). But thine the valor to dis-\\nclose it. Here s my ring (handing Haman a\\nring) and Haman, thou art thanked. I double\\nboth thy power and wealth. (Aside, and\\naroused to fury.) The hour has come to be a\\ngod and I ll repay as they do. They wished to\\ntake my life, these reptiles. I scoffed at that,\\nbut they would crawl within my shadow: roy-\\nalty; no\u00e2\u0080\u0094 no\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that s more illusive. There\\nshall be tears in Persia; howling cries for mer-\\ncy none will hear. I feel the tiger instincts of\\nmy ancestors clutch at me here (places hand\\non his throat). (Hoarsely.) They built their\\nthrone on blood. I ll wash in it; it needs per-\\nchance be cleansed, lest he who sits thereon be\\nsoiled with cowardice. (Aloud to Haman.)\\nSaidst thou their name? It matters not.\\nI ll soon erase that name though it be the proud-\\nest of the earth. Go before me to the banquet\\nhall and we will feast together. We ll drink\\nthis wine as pledge of redder vintage. (Exit\\nHaman.) So, so, ye gods, who will not hear\\nmy cries, I ll give your ears a sound they ll\\nring with. (Sinks on a couch exhausted. He\\narouses himself, then gently turning to the in-\\nner room, he speaks.) Ah, here tonight they\\nbring the Jewish maid, my Queen!\\nSCENE V.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A private apartment of the king.\\nOpen windows show a moonlit sky. Room\\nlighted by the stars, moon, and dim tapers.\\nKing alone upon his couch.\\n?1", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nKing. Ah, could there be but love and pow-\\ner, not power alone! Oft in my dreams a boy\\nI saw beside me one both beautiful and good,\\nwhose loveliness was as a garment hiding fair-\\nest form a soul more glorious. I cannot think\\nit all a dream. (Goes to the window.) I wait\\nand watch for that sweet comradeship that\\nsomething which in life makes life complete.\\nAh, lonely life of kings alone, we live and die,\\nand hew our tombs and lie alone in mountain\\nsides, as cold as life is without love.\\nThese myriad stars look down on myriads,\\nsome carrying loads fit only for a beast some\\nleft without a single joy some hiding daggers\\nin their hearts some death, or famine preys\\nupon but they, the meanest, may dwell to-\\ngether, share their grief or joy; but we must\\nnob. The gods, deaf, blind, thus give\\ntheir gifts where gifts are needed not, and give\\nnot where they re needed, (Listens.) Hark,\\nthey come tis she, tis Esther. I hear the\\nChorus they would bring her hither,\\n(King stands listening. Chorus chants\\nthe CXXI Psalm,\\nKing. Those words again their Jewish\\nGod.\\n(Esther enters, preceded by torch-bearers,\\nand chamberlains, who place their lights and re-\\ntire. Esther stands alone with hands crossed,\\nhead bowed; then slowly she lifts her head and\\ngazes long at the King and gently moves to-\\nwards him.\\nKing (gazing in bewildered joy at Esther).\\nTis she, tis she! O, God! tis she of whom\\nI ve dreamed. (Draws back, half afraid, as at\\na vision.) She seems a goddess is she wo-\\nman? Yea, and sweet and pure and good.\\n(Retires farther from her, while Esther awaits\\nhis mood.)\\nEsther (after a long pause). What wills\\nthe King?\\nKing. What will I? (Aside.) Tis her", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nvoice. (Aloud.) I will that thou be blest.\\n(He bows his head in his hands.)\\nEsther (half troubled, goes towards him,\\nthen stops confused). O King, I come to bring\\nthee joy, not pain.\\nKing. And such you do sweet, Esther\u00e2\u0080\u0094 joy!\\nah, joy I have not felt til now; and thou, dost\\nthou feel joy?\\nEsther (hesitates, then softly says) Yea,\\nO King.\\nKing. Ah, fear me not, beloved one, for\\nthou art, thou shalt be queen, queen o er my\\nrealm my conqueror. I, too, would kneel to\\nthee, (kneels to her) for said he not twere\\ngood to yield our homage each to each? (Es-\\nther draws back, Esther, love, but let me\\ntouch thy garment s hem, but kiss thy feet.\\nNay, tremble not, sweet dove.\\nEsther. See, Sire, thy noble state doth not\\npermit abasement; let me kneel to thee I am\\nthy handmaid. (Kneels to him are clasped\\nin each other s arms.)\\nKing. Yea, for both are one.\\nEsther. Sweet lord, my life is thine to\\nmake thee blest.\\nKing. Queen Esther, I am thine to make\\nthee great, beloved; tis all said within that\\nword, for she whom love hath crowned is great\\nand blest. (Draws her to window.) Come, sit\\nwe here, and listen to the nightingales who\\nsing of love, and look upon the stars. Doth\\nit not seem as if those fires did warm and glow\\nupon us from afar in benediction, Esther?\\nEsther. Yea, it seemeth so.\\nChorus is heard in the distance chanting\\npart of Psalms XIX.)\\nThe heavens declare the glory of God; and\\nthe firmament sheweth his handywork.\\nDay unto day uttereth speech, and night un-\\nto night sheweth knowledge.\\nKing. What say they, Esther?\\nEsther. They do speak of God.\\nKing. Then is He near?\\n26", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nEsther. Yea, He is near us when we wake,\\nor sleep.\\nKing. Then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then why need we fear? we,\\ntoo, may sleep.\\nACT THIRD.\\nSCENE I.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Street of the city near the King s\\ngate. Guards, citizens passing. Mordecai,\\nin sackcloth, haggard and restless, stands\\napart moving his hands in agony.\\nMordecai. Nay, nay, it cannot be. I will\\nnot think it so, or I ll go mad. Yet tis so for\\nhe allowed the price of blood thy blood, O\\nrace of God Have we borne all for\\nthis? It cannot be. Thou hast not count-\\ned so our evil deeds, that we should thus be\\npunished. Thy shadow, pierced with thunder,\\nis more kind than human smile. (Sits upon a\\nstone and thinks aloud the history of the Jews.)\\nIn ages long agone Thou didst choose us, dread\\nElohim our sires and grandsires gave lives\\nand goods to Thee, and Abraham, Isaac, Jacob,\\neach received Thy promises. Thine angels\\ntalked with them as man to man. Thou didst\\ncherish them upon the plains and draw them on\\nthrough Nature s prodigies, and wolfish wiles\\nof kings, til they possessed their heritage, O\\nglorious land! for Thou didst then appear upon\\nher altars. They Thy people brought the\\nbeaten work, the shittim wood, the vessels of\\npure gold, the linen, scarlet, blue, and left\\nwithin Thy walls a priceless imagery. A throne\\nThou placedst there, eternal, fixed and he did\\nsit thereon, Thy man, beloved of Thee King\\nDavid he and Solomon, the wisest among\\nkings and then ah, let me not behold\\nwhat follows the years between that hour\\nand this\u00e2\u0080\u0094 bring tears, the bitterest, Jew can\\nshed. (Bows his head and groans.)\\n27", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\n(A procession passes, Hainan and suite go-\\ning to audience of the king, then\\nPrinces, and last, a band of Jewish\\nsuppliants going to ask favors\\nof Ahasuerus, pass, chanting\\na Psalm.)\\nSame. Yea, holy strains our fathers wrote,\\nand sang and loved they tell of what\\nshall be. Thou still art power and might\\nand love, and shalt be. Israel, once so cursed,\\nshall rise, the vision saith, in grandeur yet un-\\nknown, unguessed. There shall be days\\nImmanuel our race is God s. (Rousing\\nhimself.) I see in one and only one our hope.\\nTis Esther, but a child, my child. Ah,\\nGod I felt it. She must break this flood of hate\\nwith her poor fragile hands. She, yield-\\ning, sweet and tender\u00e2\u0080\u0094 must be won by force\\nof stronger will to dare for all her people. I\\ncannot go to her, and will my word be burning\\nwith my purpose? There s Hatach may-\\nhap he s sent of God.\\nSCENE II. (Hatach passes quickly by the\\nguards and goes up to Mordecai.) Approach,\\nmy son.\\nHatach. Ah, father, I ve come to share thy\\ngrief and comfort thee, or mix my tears with\\nthine.\\nMordecai. No comfort seek I, son, but one\\nto act. When I have told thee all and thou\\nhast done thy part, then mayest thou weep.\\nAs deep an ill as ever threatened Israel, doth\\npromise now to deaden tears.\\nHatach. 111? but surely father tis thy holy\\nzeal, o erwrought by prayers and fasts, causes\\nthese fears.\\nMordecai. Listen then. (Whispers to\\nHatach the plot of Haman and shows him a\\nparchment as proof.)\\nHatach (prostrated). Woe! horror! Ah,\\ntwere hopeless quite to struggle in their grasp!\\nDespair! There s nothing else!\\nMordecai. Let my years teach thee. Oft\\n28", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nwe touch on hope s clear radiance, when de-\\nspair s chill twilight fills the mind: then God s\\nvoice says, Let there be light, and light doth\\ncome. But now I prayed for one\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thou rt he.\\nGo thou to Esther carry all these news plead\\nthe cause of Israel tell her I send thee. I\\ncommand, entreat, that she bring these intents\\nunto the king. That thou mayst give her cour-\\nage, being weak, be thou courageous, earnest,\\nfirm, not over harsh, for she s not used to\\nharshness.\\nHatach. I go, but how shall I have audience?\\nMordecai. Take this my ring, ring Ahas-\\nuerus gave, twill open every door. Be gone,\\nand peace be with thee, I ll await thee here.\\nHatach. Good father, I am gone.\\n[Exit Hatach.\\nSCENE III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Private room of Queen Esther,\\nfurnished in delicate colors. The two girls\\nare seated talking, Judith at Esther s feet.\\nJudith. Then seems he tall, and grand, and\\nwalks he so? (rises and mimics a majestic car-\\nriage) and does he wear his crown? _\\nEsther (laughing). Ah, Judith, thou art\\nfull of drollery, and giv st me joy amid this\\nstaieliness, as bird in glowing branch of wood.\\nNay, nay, he s but a man, and doth but wear\\nhis crown that he may awe those less than he\\n(blushes) ho is but man to me, so wise and\\ngood and gentle.\\nJudith. Gentle! Ah, mistress, mistress,\\nhere I see thy arts thou winnest all, and this\\nmighty king doth lay aside his state for thee.\\nEsther (dreamily). Yea, Judith.\\nJudith. Nay, tell me how he speaks, and\\nwhat his mien, and is he sad or gay?\\nEsther, He doth say all kind things, my\\nJudith, from the heart, and such as we and all\\nwould like to hear, and he is gay but then a\\nmood more stern and sad doth come\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I half\\nfear the king may show himself. I hear his\\nmighty heart throbbing in pulses most like\\n29", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\npain I tremble. Believe me, kings, they too\\nhave griefs, both deep and wild, we simple girls\\ncan never feel, or guess at. (In revery.) I\\nwould, I would, I knew his thoughts; tis\\nstrange to love and not to know, and yet I\\nthink we cannot love in ignorance.\\nJudith. Ah, sweet, thou hast lost all thy\\nheart tis plain, nor left a little spot for us thy\\nkin thine own. I hate thy king, this tyrant.\\n(Weeps.)\\nEsther (laying her hand on Judith s head).\\nNay, Judith, hate him not, bacause I love him;\\nso tis, girl, so must be ever. Thy king will\\nsome day come and he will leave thee little\\nroom within that loyal heart for me. Yet still\\nI count not so. lis love, the one sweet love\\nof man for maid, and maid for man, which\\nopens all the heart and lets in floods of love,\\nuntil there s place for all but hate ah, baleful\\nword (makes a gesture as if putting it from\\nher) more baleful thing! We, sheltered here,\\ntwo birds so soft and warm, beneath sweet\\nbrooding love, what may we fear? Nay, Ju-\\ndith, leave no place for foolish sense of wrong.\\nGo, bring thy lute and sing to me.\\nJudith (kissing Esther s hands). Forgive\\nme, queen and friend. I love thee so I half\\nforgot that he can love thee more, so claim\\nmore love from thee. Thou art so dear, I lay\\nmy love before thy feet. I will no king, but\\nthee, my queen.\\nEsther. Dear heart, thou wast forgiven be-\\nfore twas asked; my sister art thou, none so\\ndear and true. So dear and true a place hast\\nthou within my heart, thou need st not ask an-\\nother. Go, get thy lute and sing a song of love,\\nlow, tender.\\nJudith (brings her lute, looks up archly and\\nsings).\\nSONG OF RUTH.\\nEntreat me not to leave thee, or to return\\nfrom following after thee: for whither thou\\n30", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\ngoest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will\\nlodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy\\nGod my God:\\nWhere thou diest, will I die, and there will I\\nbe buried the Lord do so to me, and more al-\\nso, if aught but death part thee and me.\\n(Esther leans on her hand in revery. A\\nknock. Judith springs to the door.\\nEsther assumes half reluctant-\\nly a pose of dignity.)\\nEsther. Who can arrive unlooked for?\\nPerchance they come to fetch me to the king.\\nSCENE IV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Hatach enters, abstracted, anx-\\nious both girls approach him without ceremony.\\nEsther (aside). Ah, almost in my joy an-\\nother s grief s forgotten. (Aloud.) Surely tis\\nMordecai doth send thee hither? (Hatach, still\\nsilent, sighs, groans; girls, half afraid, draw\\nhim to a seat.)\\nJudith. Nay, speak, good Hatach.\\nEsther. So it s my father s grief that trou-\\nbles thee? Thou must speak; thy queen\\ncommands thee.\\nHatach. Yea, Queen, and twill require a\\nqueenly act. (In distress half rises.) (Aside.\\nNay, nay, twill crush them both, (rou- es him-\\nself) but speak I must. (Sadly, slowly, com-\\nmences his recital, while the women are each\\nmoment more excited. Esther grows pale and\\ngrasps the couch upon which she is seated.)\\nShall I relate such horrors as will cause thy\\nheart to break, sweet Esther?\\nEsther (turning frightened towards him).\\nWhat! the king? Nay, not the king?\\nHatach. Nay, nothing of the king; yet all\\nof him, but hear me.\\nEsther (more calmly). Speak, speak, dear\\nHatach, whate er thy news I ve heart to listen.\\nHatach. Hast seen the courtier, Haman?\\nYea, I see thou hast, that dark-browed man,\\nwho dares, I doubt not, e en to lower on thee\\nhis looks of hate.\\nEsther. Hate what have I done?\\n31", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nHatach. Thou hast done naught, but shalt\\ndo learn the part thou hast to play\u00e2\u0080\u0094 no doll s\\npart, but a man s, a monarch s. I must be\\nbrief; thine uncle waits my answer. This Ha-\\ninan and a score of rascals like to him have\\nplanned (hesitates) a wholesale massacre of all\\nthy race, within the bounds of Persia, thy\\nEsther. Stay, stay, I cannot hear thee\\nmore; it drowns my sense. (Half swoons in\\nJudith s arms. Slowly reviving, Judith gives\\nher a goblet of wine.)\\nHatach (aside). I ve been too harsh; indeed\\nI ve taken half that strength she ll later need.\\n(Aloud.) Sweet Esther, be thou calm; thou\\nneedst to be, for we, thy people, fast and\\npray and hope for mercy where alone tis\\nfound. We trust to thee, beloved of the king,\\nto ask of him protection and redress.\\nEsther. But surely he knows not of this\\nthing. (Aside.) Twill break my heart.\\nHatach, That I know not. Thou must use\\nthy woman s tact.\\nEsther (rises, trembling). I, but now a\\nbride, to enter where he sits in state august, to\\nplead against this mighty coalition, use my lit-\\ntle love, but just attained, and lose it all. Nay,\\ntell my uncle he doth ask too much of Esther;\\n(aside) but said I not to God, and him, I\\nwould obey? (aloud) She s far, ah, far too weak\\nfor such proud show of power.\\nHatach, (rising iudignant) lis thus thou\\nlov st thy people and thy God.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (Lifting his\\nhands in imprecation) Ah, heathen halb! once\\nfoot set here, the soul is drowned in shame!\\n(Esther swoons.)\\nJudith. Go, shame, O Hatach! My love of\\nher cries out against thee; man, thou seest not\\nher soul. She d die for Zion; but tis strength\\nshe needs, not threats, abuse. (Arouses Esther.)\\nEsther, (slowly, half sobbing) Go, Hatach,\\ntell my father, he doth ask my life, (and why not\\nlife, were love away) for who, uncalled, comes\\n32", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nunto the king, within the inner court, he dies.\\nThou knowest this.\\nHatach. Then, O Queen, then, Esther, woe\\nto us. What hope is there who ll dare to\\nask this sacrifice? I go to Mordecai; tis now\\nfor him alone to save us. [Exit Hatach.\\n(Judith gazes sadly after him as he goes out;\\nEsther bows her head in sobs.)\\nJudith. Nay, Esther, our Hatach doth do\\nthee wrong. Weep not for what is said; what\\nis to be, that, that must fill our hearts.\\nThis king is but a man; thou saidst it just be-\\nfore this awful news had robbed us of our\\nheart and brain. I tell thee, sweet, he would\\nnot break thy heart, nor take thy life. Go in\\nto him, O Queen, and as a queen, look love and\\ntruth into his soul and fear him not.\\nEsther. Ah, girl, thou know st not.\\nWere it my life alone, (shudders) that were\\ngiven; but fruitlessly, yea fruitlessly to face\\none loved, and ask a boon he cannot give, and\\nwill not grant then five, nay die forever after!\\nNay, Judith, sweet, but leave me here I\\nmust face alone this deed tis not for thee, a\\ngirl and not a queen. [Exit Judith.\\nSCENE V\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Esther alone.\\nEsther. A queen, (bitterly) a queen! why\\nset me here I did not ask it and now thrust\\nme down to death, or Nay, nay, for\\none brief hour I did not lift my eyes so high,\\ndreamt not of crowns I only loved the fields\\nand freedom; this joy, this joy of\\nlove, so full it sweeps all being into rhythm,\\nwhy give, to take away? what woman s\\nheart can bear it! May it not be a night-\\nmare conjured by my foster-father s fasts and\\nvigils? (shrieks) Nay tis true, (covers\\nher head in terror, then rises, wildly walks\\nthe room.) I cannot have it true, my\\nkindred tortured, butchered how live\\nthen? (Sinks exhausted upon a couch.)\\nSame. Yea, I see the way; tis sacrifice\\nalone God asks, sacrifice? Obedience\\n33", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nObedience I give we strive and cry\\nwould change the course of stars and fight that\\nwill a law throughout His universe. Ah!\\nGod, forgive, forgive thy child teach me\\nthat will. This man I love, he too is but a\\nchild forget the king, the willful, impious\\nking, and pardon him, for what he knows\\nand does for what he does and knows not.\\n(Prays,) (Judith re-enters, beckons Hatach\\nwho follows.)\\nJudith. (Softly) Esther!\\nEsther. (Slowly) Is it thou, and has the\\nmoment come so soon? (Arises, then with maj-\\nesty addresses them) Go, Hatach, go thou to\\nMordecai, tell him I will obey God s will\\nand his. I go, (hesitates) unto the king,\\nand if I perish, then I perish.\\n[Exit Hatach, bowing low.\\n(Judith falls weeping upon a couch.)\\nEsther. (Erect, rapt in holy ecstasy, listen-\\ning to the Chorus heard faintly from a distance\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Psalm CXXXVII.) Yea, He alone doth con-\\nquer and He will.\\nJ*\\nACT FOURTH.\\nSCENE I.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Palace at Shushan. Audience\\nchamber of the king; lofty hall with pillars.\\nKing paces the hall, takes a roll from his tu-\\nnic and reads.\\nKing. Be wise therefore, O ye kings, be\\ninstructed, ye judges of the earth. Ah!\\nWho shall teach us wisdom, set so far above all\\nothers? Twas Solomon alone who gave us\\nthis example. As a child, well I remember\\nthere were tales of him, my father told, of wis-\\ndom, hardly common unto men, or kings.\\n(Sits musing and turns towards the throne.)\\nA throne where lions crouch to leap, devour.\\nWhat can you know of wisdom, meekness? the\\ngentlest among creatures born, the lamb, sym-\\nbolic of that virtue tis written here (touches\\nroll) again, again. I find men are as wolves\\n34", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nand treat them so; they d feed on me; my\\nteeth hold tightest, so they perish. I am left\\nto loathe myself. Could we so rule, so let\\nmen feel our sway, but as caress, not wound!\\nCould it awake in them such thoughts as start\\nto life in me, when she is there, and gives me\\nall desires of good, in one to live and die for\\nher! O gloomy walls of tyrants, my will\\nthat would arise in holy, happy deeds, breaks\\nhere against unfeeling stone. I hear about me\\nwhispers: Know no law but tyranny, hold\\nhard, strike close, repent not, nor forgive.\\nTis treachery you re paid with, give\\nthem treachery. From Scripture unto\\ndeed, how long a step! (Mounts the throne.)\\nHe who stands here, leaves mercy at his feet.\\nSCENE II. (Enter Herald and nobles, press-\\ning close to the throne according to rank,\\nHaman first. Princes demur.)\\nKing. Nay, let there be no strife for prece-\\ndence. The king sets men where they re to\\nstand and none shall overstep, and live. Tis\\nHainan s place. (Princes fall back.) Tis surely\\nlittle due to Persian princes, he, the king, is\\nseated here (murmurs). Yea, from him,\\n(points to Haman) an Agagite, he is left to\\nlearn of those who set their wills against his\\nmajesty. (Murmurs of surprise.)\\nMemucan. O King, live forever! We stand\\nhere confounded, but we claim the right to lift\\nour voice in praise, that Persia so is served,\\ne en by a stranger (lowers at Haman);\\nbut might we know the price of honors so be-\\nstowed?\\nKing, Nay, price and service are the king s\\nto speak of at his leisure. Thine to see, a\\nchance as flagrant is as nobly seized another\\ntime. Thou rt quicker far to pluck anoth-\\ner down, than guard one placed above thee,\\nMemucan. I charge thee smooth thy brows,\\nor thou lt have cause to frown.\\nDalphon, Adalia, Aspatha, ye too have thanks\\n35", "height": "4445", "width": "2320", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nfor vigilance, that s wanting to these others.\\nTis not enongh to bask in rays divine, when\\nshadow, small as smallest hand, crosses those\\nrays. Your service first is finest flattery, with-\\nout which, flattery, like a costly dress, con-\\nceals a shrunken form. But he will speak,\\nthe thing commands his pleasure. It is this:\\na people, exiles, starving subjects of his boun-\\nty, bring to provinces remote, their rites, their\\nlaws, and teach, with force of impotence,\\ningratitude, and scorning of out laws and stat-\\nutes to others, and profane those sacred\\nacts, the pillars of our realm, which alter not,\\nnor shall be altered. What say you all, should\\nsuch things be in Persia and your king be ig-\\nnorant?\\nAll. Nay!\\nKing. Then tis his will that they be pun-\\nished.\\nAll. Thy will, O King, is just.\\nKing. Yea, ye say well. He hath decreed\\nand Haman hath his ring, as guerdon for his act\\nand of that will the proof. They all shall die.\\nAll. They all shall die.\\n(Esther stands at the door. At these words\\nshe falls, half-swooning, into the arms of two\\nwomen attendants.)\\nMeres. Might we but know, O King, the\\nname of traitors such as these?\\nKing. (Seeing Esther, starts.) Ah! (All\\nturn towards the queen who stands, white and\\ntrembling, gazing at Ahasuerus.) (Aside.)\\nWhat brings her here against our law and at\\nthis thought of death? I fear me it is ill.\\n(Esther swoons again.) She seeks for some\\none.\\nHaman. (Pale as death.) (Aside.) Ah, she\\nhas come to tell it to the king, we are betrayed\\n(Esther discovers Haman, clutches at her\\nmantle, staggers, then arouses herself, smiles.)\\nKing (extending the golden sceptre towards\\nher) Queen Esther, approach the throne.\\n(Esther, with a low cry of gratitude, pros-\\n36", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis,\\ntrates herself before the king, who whispers,\\nlifting her). My love, forget not thou art queen,\\nthese are thy subjects. (Aloud.) Why\\nhast thus honored Ahasuerus and his court, O\\nQueen? (All make obeisance, Ham an lowest\\nof all.)\\nKing. (Holding Esther s hand). Speak,\\nwithhold not thy request, were t half the king-\\ndom, it is thine.\\n(Esther raises her head timidly, gazes upon\\nhim, gradually gains assurance, looks upon the\\ncourt.\\nEsther. If it seem good unto the king, then\\nlet him come, with Haman, to a banquet I ve\\nprepared for them within the court of women.\\n(Haman falls at Queen Esther s feet and\\nkisses the hem of her robe. She starts back).\\nKing. So shall it be, O Esther; thy gracious\\nthought shall be our pleasure, and Haman thus\\nreceives the first reward of courtiers, the\\nfavor of his queen. The king returns thee\\nthanks, and he himself conducts thee to thy\\nwomen. (Nobles make a double line through\\nwhich KmG and Esther pass all bowing low\\nbefore them at the door the king turns and\\naddresses Esther aside). My life, farewell!\\n(Exit Esther and women).\\nKing (aside). My life! and on my lips\\nwas death! Strange, man s dual power of\\nutterance even unto these life, death!\\nShe, and only such as she bring life. We\\nhalf-souled men, disputed both by evil and by\\ngood, we only can give death (fiercely).\\nThen let us use that power, tis all we have.\\n(Walks back slowly and reniounts the throne).\\nKing (aside). But why so pale? I must not\\nhave it so. (Aloud). Nobles, O great of\\nPersia, hear him speak. The king s will is the\\nland s his the power to grant a generous thing,\\nthat thing abused, to ask for expiation. Twere\\nhis the will to rule in equity, and all may\\ntrust that will, who love their king, obey his\\n37", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nlaws, but he who slighteth either must repay\\ntemerity, with life. These men, their families\\nshall be destroyed.\\nAll. O King, live forever!\\nKing. Ye may retire, a feast awaits you in\\nthe banquet hall. Hainan accompanies the\\nKing. We go to drink of wine Queen Esther\\npours. (All retire after the king and Haman).\\nSCENE III,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Street before the Palace. Hat-\\nach and Mordecai talking. Guards and citi-\\nzens passing.\\nHatach. Yea, she hath gone and we may\\nhope to hear the humor of the king.\\nMordecai. Our God did strengthen her, for\\nmost to meekness in obedience He gives. But\\nwe shall fast and pray and bear her spirit up,\\nwhere He, who gives to weakness, dwells.\\nHatach. Twere well, I were not seen to\\nlinger longer, so, father, fare thee well. I go\\nto pray and fast.\\nMordecai. Peace be to thee, but\\nHaman comes and his low retinue; a subtle\\ncur, whose ill-bred nature thinks to win ap-\\nplause with outward grandeur. I pay to him\\nno shamming deference, (Haman returning\\nfrom feasting with the King and Esther, accom-\\npanied by nobles, servants, etc., passes and\\nmockingly addresses Mordecai).\\nHaman. Hail, Mordecai! We bid thee hail!\\nWhy put on garb of woe when all is joy in\\nPersia?\\nMordecai. Each heart s a realm, ruled by\\njoy and grief. No man invades that realm, be\\nhe a conqueror?\\nHaman. But he who lives in conquerors\\nsmiles may surely have no cause to hold this\\nrealm, as twere a time of siege.\\nMordecai. The noblest heart lays not\\nbare defence to smiles, or tears, or words. An\\nexile knows not peace, nor war, nor friends,\\nnor foes for all are foes to him, who worship not\\nhis God, nor love his land.\\n38", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nHaman. Twere vain attempt to draw us to\\nthat God, that land with sackcloth and with\\ntears. We deck our gods in gifts more joyous,\\nand deem them better pleased with somewhat\\nhappier rites than these.\\nMordecai (indignant). Why stand we here\\nprofaning what no mortal lips should speak,\\nbut humbly. If thou wouldst treble my despair,\\nspeak thus of God.\\nAdalia. (Others half laughing). Nay, Mor-\\ndecai, we asked but so to learn, be not wroth,\\nnor think we mock thy grief. We ll go and\\nleave thee pain s sure solace solitude.\\n(Exit Haman and suite).\\nMordecai (looking after them with haughty,\\nsorrowing eyes). Tis well! ye know not God,\\nfor did ye, then would tears more salt than\\nthese that wear my cheeks, blind eyes unused\\nto tears, and death itself and hell would seem\\nrelief, to hell within. Go, dogs, a kennel not a\\npalace is your home.\\n(Exit Mordecai).\\nSCENE IV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 House of Haman. (Wife of Ha-\\nman seated at her embroidery, rises from\\ntime to time to look out of the window).\\nZeresh. He conies not yet, tis late\\nI feel some sense of gloom;\\nI waken in a fright, at which he laughs,\\nTis surely dread well founded. This\\nconspiracy? (shudders) Nay, not them, vile\\nremnant of an impious race, but Mordecai tis\\nhim I fear, and Esther; she s too fair, she ll\\nhold a sceptre o er the king.\\n(Wrings her hands). Did he know, ye gods,\\nhe d crush us as he d crush a toad! I know\\nhim and his blood merciless merciless\\nAh, hate and vanity, hate born of\\nvanity! Why raised so high should Haman\\nnot be satisfied, nor seek to wreck his spite on\\nthese accursed Jews her race! (Listens-\\nhears sounds of gay music, rushes to the door\\nand opens to Haman and his retinue).\\n39", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nHaman. Welcome, friends, this is the home\\nof each.\\n(Servants bring in lights, guests dispose\\nthemselves on couches refreshments are\\nbrought)\\nHaman (aside). What, wife! but half glad!\\nand see I trace of tears, this day of all our\\nlives the greatest and the best? We come\\nfrom audience of the king, where I before the\\ncourt am placed the first in Persia, lord o er\\nprinces next the king himself.\\nZeresh. Ah, joy! I feared some ill, nor\\nthought of this.\\nHaman. What, woman, ill to me! This is\\nbut half. Queen Esther makes but for us two,\\nmyself, the king, a banquet. No man but me;\\nwhat thinkst thou, Zeresh? I ve riches, honor,\\nchildren, thee. What can I more? (sullenly).\\nYea, this I will have, obedience from thisMor-\\ndecai.\\nZeresh. Nay, think not thoughts of ven-\\ngeance, when all should make thee glad.\\nCome, our guests are waiting tis not right\\nwe stand apart.\\nAdalia. I drink to thee, O Haman, first in\\nfavor of the king! (Dalphon, Aspatha, others)\\nWe drink to thee! (Haman bows).\\nDalphon. Thou hast reached at last the\\nheight of glory man can come to, who s not\\nborn a king, but have a care the gods we know\\nare jealous. (Laughs).\\nZeresh (putting out her hands imploringly).\\nNay, nay!\\nAspatha. I cast no shadow on the joy of\\nfriends. Haman has riches equal to his rank.\\nHe who has gold, has all. They say twill e en\\nlay ghosts. (Laughs).\\nZeresh (shudders). Ghosts!\\nAspatha. I ve lived for gold, but gold comes\\nnot my way, unless this venture brings it.\\nZeresh. Ah! speak not more of gold, nor\\nhint at blood\\n40", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nDalphon. Tis awful, true, when men play\\ndice and throw upon the board poor human\\nlives; but then tis done each day, in war, in\\ntrade, in statecraft. He who throws not stakes\\nas high, may lose the same and life besides.\\n(All drink).\\nAspatha. Here s to success and stakes.\\n(Hainan still sullen, apart).\\nDalphon. What broodest thou, O Haman?\\nHaman. I think of Mcrdecai. (All draw\\nnear Haman).\\nAspatha. Yea, and we will give thy thoughts\\nan utterance: he must die.\\nZeresh. Ah!\\nHaman. He must obey me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yield to me\\nobedience.\\nDalphon. That he will not do. Thou\\nknow st it well, and more, he likes thee not,\\nand is e en now, I doubt it not, plotting thy\\ndownfall.\\nZeresh. O gods protect us\\nHaman. Woman, hush; I can forestall the\\ngods, act for them.\\nZeresh. If he must die, let it be soon;\\nthis fear will take my life.\\nHaman. Fear! what can we fear, who have\\nfor friend a king?\\nDalphon. Ah, Haman! Haman! thou art\\nnew to ways of court, and know st not yet the\\nlength of kingly friendships. When a king\\nhas been a friend, beware.\\nZeresh. Yea, let him die. (All, but Haman),\\nLet him die.\\nHaman. So be it, and hang upon a gallows;\\nthat neck shall bend, if not before a greater,\\nthen in shame.\\nDalphon. But duties now of state call us\\nfrom thee.\\nAspatha. Farewell; we thank thee for this\\ncourtesy. (Exit all).\\nZeresh. They re gone. I hate their\\nfeigned friendship. Dragon s teeth hurt less\\n41", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nthan words. They pay their debt to hospitality,\\nwith prophecies of evil.\\nHam an. Go, leave me woman, I would trust\\nto no advice but silence, to devise a method\\nfor this deed. (Exit Zeresh).\\nSCENE V. Same. Haman alone.\\nHaman. She doth not give me strength, but\\nvexes me with restlessness a child hath more\\nof courage. (Sits moodily in a revery).\\nDid I fear? (starts), yea, did I not,\\nwhen today Queen Esther came? Her words\\nwere fair, but her face had somewhat too much\\npallor, was it dread of him, or me, or\\nboth, and doth she know our secret? Then!\\nbut no she cannot guess tis\\nfoolish questioning. This\\nis what I grasped at, tricked, and lied, and sold\\nmy soul for, this is grandeur, to faint at woman s\\nsmiles and shudder at her tears\\nI hate her, too, poor weakling, with pallid face,\\nquivering like a babe s. She rules the king,\\ntis maddening and tis true. He d scorn all\\nleading, but a slip, a girl, can turn him with a\\nfinger! If but the plot succeed, she\\ntoo (starts again). My speech must be less\\neloquent, ears may be pleased to listen, and re-\\ntain, and if to royal ears the thing should\\ncome, his Jewess might indulge in whim of\\ngirlish laughter. Fool! fool! to push\\ntoward actions, half matured. Tis haste that\\nruins rogues, and only virtue waits until de-\\ncrees of heaven work out effects on earth. Ah,\\njustice, it can wait! but he who would by evil\\nmeans attain to power, complete his purposes,\\nTime is his chance, and he rashly takes an hour,\\nwhile good men trust Eternity. (Starting up).\\nThe stars shall speak. A shadow crosses my\\ndesign. Tis not assuring. Again\\nI see it! away! Tis there! Cannot one cheat\\nthe stars.\\n(Servant enters, Haman starts),\\nA- J", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nHaman. Again this puerile fear. Why coms t\\nthou?\\nServant. My mistress bids me warn thee,\\nit is late what you ve to do must straight be\\ndone.\\nHaman (aside). Prudent! While I sit moping\\nhere, the gallows;must be placed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (aloud), tis\\nright, I come. (Exit Haman, followed by\\nservant.\\nACT FIFTH,\\nSCENE I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Bedroom of King Ahasuerus, fur-\\nnished in profuse oriental luxury, hangings\\nladen with gold, silver, and gems are parted\\nto show a balcony, the starlit night, wide plains,\\nand mountains in the distance. The king is\\nseated on a couch.\\nKing. I cannot rest; tis this fair eve per-\\nchance, the jealous splendor of the day, sup-\\nplanted by our peerless Persian night,\\n(Goes to the balcony). Sing, sing, sweet birds,\\nye roses pale, exhale in breaths of ecstacy\\ngardens of bloom, I stretch my soul to you, its\\nwings are opening! I rise and pass beyond\\nthose gates, enwreathed in lilies, beyond the\\nsilent plain, where night caresses sleeping\\nherds and bends its quiet breast on lakes and\\nstreams, and still beyond where Demavend\\nshines as an opal set in turquoise, O mount of\\naspiration,forehead never bowed to mortal, held\\nhigh to God, unsoiled by shame, I bow to thee;\\ngreet thou thy son! Tell him why life is weary\\nand repose comes not. (Returns to his couch),\\nSomething doth here oppress me. Is it\\ntraitors bloOd, the pallor of the queen, or that\\nstrange sense, the swaying of the curtain\\nbrings that there behind, lurk destiny and\\ndoom? Memory and Hope, twin sisters\\nare, brought in the arms of night and laid be-\\nfore each door; we open, take one in, is it she,\\nloved most because she gave us pain before,\\n43", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\ninwrought within our nature, or the sister we\\nhave sought to win, dear Hope? (Goes\\nagain to his balcony). Stars of Persia s heaven,\\nfires we worship, ye who waib upon our evil\\ndeeds and good, my soul is still with you. Ah\\nglory, Nature brings to quench our tossing\\nspirits Suns can ye not light my mind and\\ndrive its darkness thence. (King returns\\nslowly to his couch, a scribe enters, bearing\\nrolls, and a taper).\\nKing. Scribe, read me from thy chronicles,\\nlet s see if aught that s past, may brighten this\\ndull mystery and questioning.\\nScribe. I open here, O King, to where tis\\nwrit that Mordecai\\nKing. Tis writ that Mordecai! (musing)\\nI had forgot the thing.\\nScribe that Mordecai, the Jew, did\\nwarn the king of Bigfchana and Teresh, cham-\\nberlains, whose impious hands were set to spill\\nthe blood of heaven s son.\\nKing (aroused). Ah, Mordecai, and I d\\nforgotten thee! Ingratitude ne er found in\\nany king, but one in name alone. Call some one\\nspeedily, let Hainan come. (Exit Scribe).\\nThe highest of the land shall bow before\\nthis Jew, who saved the king his life.\\nPoor life, was t worth the saving?\\nYea, said I not There s virtue? His mien\\nis good, and noble, but of late, he comes not\\noft to ccurt, likely tis this affront prevents\\nhim. She, my star, has outshone lesser\\nstars, made me forget a friend. Forget a\\nfriend! No, no, who could, there being so few!\\n(Re-enters Scribe). Read on.\\nScribe. Then came Mordecai, the Jew, and\\ntold how he had heard the plotting of two men\\nand knowing voices, passed whence voices\\ncame, discovered Bigthana and Teresh; how\\nthe same determined soon, occasion offering to\\nseize upon the person of the king, (O terror!\\nand wound him to the death. Thus, O\\nKing, tis writ.\\n44\\nUtfQ.", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nKing. Is mention there of any praise for\\nsuch a deed, reward, or honor?\\nScribe. Nay, O King, I find it not.\\nKing. O shame! Dishonor! Why bring they\\nnot this Haman?\\nSCENE II.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Knocks. Scribe opens to Her-\\nald and Haman, torch-bearers bring in lights.\\nKing. Come hither, Haman, hear a thing\\nunheard of! A man hath kept from death a\\nking, and he goes unrewarded! What shall\\nbe done to one, whom he in such a debt, de-\\nsires to honor?\\nHaman. O King, thou rt not this king! Thou\\ndost remember all, but evil. But if, to add to\\nkingly gifts bestowed, more honor, is thy will,\\nthen might be brought the horse the king\\ndoth ride upon and he who did this service\\nplaced thereon, in royal garments clad, be led\\nin pomp throughout the city, and proclaimed\\nthe man, the king delighteth most to honor.\\nKing. Nobly planned and, Haman, twill be\\ndone. Go, fetch the steed, which thou shalt\\nlead, and place in royal robes upon the courser,\\nMordecai.\\nHaman drawing back, terrified Mordecai\\nKing. Yea, Mordecai. Why startest thou?\\nThis Jew hath saved my life, I will that he be\\nhonored.\\nHaman (aside). Then I am lost. (Aloud.)\\nYea, O King, I do thy will.\\nKing. Good Haman, go; be praised for this,\\nas all thy loyal deeds. Thy queen shall add\\nher praises soon; we go to meet her. Haste,\\nbegone. (Exit Haman, Herald, servant and\\ntorch -bearers).\\nKing (to Scribe). I now must rest and lay\\naside this weariness before the feast, leave me.\\n(Exit Scribe). This tardy recompense doth fill\\nme with remorse, yet joy is in my heart, aye,\\nexultation, for I believe it was for love of me\\nhe did the thing, not for praise, nay, not for\\npraise. (King enters his robing room).", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nSCENE III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Small banquet hall in the apart-\\nment of women, hung in crimson, opening\\nupon a court, where, through pillarsj are seen\\nflowers and fountains; music is heard from the\\nconcealed Chorus. The room is lighted bril-\\nliantly with tapers. Esther and Judith walk\\narm in arm, superintending the arrangements\\nof the feast. Esther is in regal dress, glittering\\nwith gems, upon her head a diadem. Maids\\nmove noiselessly about with flowers, fruits,\\netc.\\nEsther. Is it well? Will t please his eye?\\nCan aught be bettered for his comfort? See,\\nJudith, am I fair? (Judith, very pale, gazes at\\nher anxiously).\\nJudith. Thank God this night, for thou art\\nfair indeed.\\nEsther, Ah, beauty, fragile weapon, when\\na nation s life is challenged Was it not the\\nGrecian legend, that a woman s graces wrought\\nthe curse of Troy?\\n(The Queen and Judith tremble as they\\nwatch the king approach).\\nEsther. Go, Judith, go and pray, he comes.\\nJudith, Be thou calm, and God be with\\nthee! (Exit Judith).\\nKing. So, Esther, I have come to feast with\\nthee. I am alone, that I might have the rarest\\nfirst, thy smile. (Esther lays her hand on his\\narm).\\nEsther. Then thou dost love thy Esther?\\nKing. Love her! She is my life, its all, its\\nsum.\\nEsther. Then thou lt not take it from her?\\nKing. I could not, since she and Love are\\none.\\nEsther. Ah, I trust tis so, I will believe it.\\nKing. Nay, Esther, not so shalt thou speak:\\nI trust, believe. I know is all that I will\\nhear.\\nEsther (looking into his eyes). I know.\\n46", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nKing (taking her to a seat). Then am I\\nhappy. I feared thou hadst some care. Twas\\nonly this poor timid heart, still guessing at the\\npuzzle! Foolish Esther! Love is no puzzle.\\nOnce I knew it not, and thought it such;\\nbut now I know it needs but simplest heart to\\nunderstand. Thine is a child s heart, Esther\\nand it soon will learn.\\nFsther. Yea, but I fear the king a little,\\nnot the man.\\nKing. Ah, Esther, there s no king for thee,\\nthou art my sovereign, but unused to reign,\\nthou takes t naught for granted, but shyly\\nwieldst thy power a power as boundless as\\nmy soul, and that is boundless as this dusky\\nsphere, all set with eyes of love.\\nEsther (archly). Then I will test my sub-\\nject, see if he doth hear me and obey.\\nKing (bends towards her, kissing her hand).\\nSee, I kiss the hand that wields the sceptre,\\nbut I fear it not, tis far too soft and warm.\\n(Esther rises slowly, moves away), (Aside).\\nYet, little hand, thy grasp may save a people,\\n(prays), hold Thou my hand! (firmly)\\nmust save a people!\\nKing. Why leav st thou me?\\nEsther (gaily). My subject doth rebel\\nalready?\\nKing. Nay, Esther, thou rt not happy. I\\ncan read thy flower-like face. It droops. Is it\\nhard to use the sceptre and to rule o er one\\nalone? (Draws her to him). Well, leave\\nthat to me Obeying is the easier part, believe\\nme. But hither comes thy guest, another sub-\\nject. Look, he feels thy power.\\nSCENE IV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Haman, pale, his eyes fixed on\\nthe queen, enters and makes a low obeisance.\\nEsther watches him, shuddering; then, arousing\\nherself, motions them both to the couches.\\nServants enter, bringing rare dishes, wines,\\nconfections, etc. King, Esther, and Haman\\nconverse in low tones. Esther is seen occa-\\n47", "height": "4453", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nsionally to tremble violently. Wine is served.\\nKing. We drink to thee, Esther!\\nHaman. O Queen, we drink to thee!\\n(Esther rises, very pale).\\nKing. What is thy request, O Queen?\\nThe king cannot deny thee. Speak!\\nEsther (gasping as she speaks, all but falls,\\nrecovers herself. Haman becomes livid). I\\nask my life.\\nKing (rising, amazed). What jest is this?\\nAbuse not pcwer, O Esther!\\nEsther. O King, if I ve found favor here,\\n(reaches out her hands imploringly) grant me\\nmy life, my people s life as well!\\nKing (aside). Has she gone mad? (Aloud).\\nEsther, seem not so, but calm thyself (seizes\\nher hands). My life and thine are one.\\n(Haman, unnoticed by the king, has fallen\\nat their feet).\\nSame (aside). Tis sudden illness, she s\\nestranged. (Aloud). Dear Esther, speak, thy\\nking commands thee.\\nEsther. We are sold, I and my people, both\\nare sold to be destroyed, to die. Had we\\nbeen sold for slaves, I should have held my\\npeace, but sold for slaughter!\\nKing (wildly). Who dares but to conceive\\nthe thing?\\nEsther. Hainan.\\n(Hainan groans).\\nKing. Haman!\\nEsther. Our enemy is Haman.\\nKing (stoops over Haman, controls himself\\nand walks into the garden).\\nEsther (alone with Haman). I d pity thee,\\ndidst thou not deserve thy fate.\\nHaman (raises his head, draws himself up-\\nright, with defiant air). Hear, O Queen, thou\\ntoo art pitiless as he. I have but served the\\nstate and him. Twas but sedition and sedi-\\ntious men, not thee, I willed to perish.\\nEsther. Nay, Haman, I m but a girl, if\\nqueen; I know a lie. I see it in thy looks. I ve\\nis", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nseen it there before. Thy wicked heart has\\nplayed this part, but once too oft, and this time,\\none who suffers not evil to thrive eternally,\\nhath stricken thee.\\nHaman (falling at Esther s feet). O life!\\nGive but my life, tis all I ask!\\n(He crawls upon couch by Esther s side.\\nEsther draws back. The king enters, seeing\\nhim there, utters a cry of rage).\\nKing. He dares! he dares to touch the\\nqueen Calls Guards They rush in Take\\nhim. He dies\\n(Haman s head is covered; he is taken out).\\nKing (frenzied). Bring me Mordecai.\\nCall in the court. What was done in secret,\\nshall be blazoned in every hall in Persia.\\nSCENE V.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The King sinks upon a couch.\\nEsther stands apart, the court enters, and Mor-\\ndecai, with Jews.\\nKing. Let all men know there s done a\\nthing this day in Shushan, shall be told, while\\nages last, for infamy: the deed and its requital.\\nHe sent one to his death, the first, but not\\nthe last, for here on Persia s throne, her mon-\\narch has been taught to punish innocence and\\nhonor crime, and one hath set himself to\\nhe will not speak it, no mouth shall utter\\nit; but she, the queen, hath brought in truth and\\nright, where death and lies were sought.\\nAh, monarchs of a mighty race\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cyrus, Darius,\\nnames a god may tremble at! Is there not\\nsprung from ye a man of ancient fire, that\\nmay consume such men to ashes? Shall wick-\\nedness exult and Ahasuerus live? No, by\\nRustem, by our heroes, by her God, justice\\nstill shall have her throne in Persia! Go, re-\\nmembering this.\\n(Exit all but king, Mordecai and Esther).\\nEsther (drawing Mordecai towards the\\nking, who sits with bowed head. She lays her\\nfinger on her lips). Wait, he s yet but half\\nappeased.\\n49", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Gloria Yictis.\\nKing (slowly, sadly, as if waking from a\\ndream). Thou, Mcrdecai?\\nEsther. O King, my foster-father, he who\\nbrought me to thee?\\nKing. Who brought thee to me? Mordecai,\\nthy foster-father? Then two lives, I owe to\\nthee, my friend. (Mordecai stands with bowed\\nhead).\\nSame. Yea, and more than life,\\nthat honor lives in Persia! Since through thee\\ncame Esther, and through her, is known this\\ntreachery.\\n(Chamberlain enters).\\nChamberlain. O King, a gallows fifty\\ncubits high, which Haman had prepared for\\nMordecai, stands in his house. (Esther clasps\\nMordecai s arm in terror).\\nKing (in a terrible voice). Hang thereon\\nHaman. (Exit Chamberlain).\\n(Esther draws Mordecai to a couch).\\nEsther. O King, He who avenge th inno-\\ncence shall give thee peace.\\nKing. Peace! Not yet, O Esther. Some-\\nthing burns me here. (Touches his breast).\\nThe Jews That he did dare to plot against\\nthy kin! To lay Nay, I must not think!\\nHere, Mordecai, take hence this ring and while\\nthis realm of Persia feels me master, it shall\\nbring redress unto thy people.\\n(Mordecai bows low and withdraws).\\n(Esther seats herself upon a low stool at the\\nking s feet, he lays his hand upon her head).\\nKing. Esther, beloved! Had I lost thee\\nand honor! My love, my wife!\\nEsther. Nay, but He willed it not to be. He\\ngives thee both again, that thou may st trust\\nto Him. Ah, could st thou learn that He alone\\ncan guard such treasures\\nKing. I would learn, Esther.\\n(Chorus is heard softly chanting Ps. lvii).\\n50", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Gloria Victis.\\nAwake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and\\nharp I myself will awake early.\\nI will praise thee, O Lord, among the people:\\nI will sing unto thee among nations.\\nFor thy mercy is great unto the heavens,\\nand thy truth unto the clouds.\\nBe thou exalted, O God, above the heavens:\\nlet thy glory be above all the earth.\\nKing. Teach me to know thy God.\\nEsther. Yea, love, my King, a child may\\nlearn to know Him; for he who doth obey and\\nlove is nearest, knoweth God.\\n[CURTAIN.]", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "NOTES.\\nPage 7. Chorus.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The Persians, ancient and\\nmodern, have been distinguished by a great\\nlove of poetry. Their feasts and festivals and\\ndaily home life were adorned by recitations\\nand frequent use of elaborate poetical imagery.\\nIt has not seemed out of place to consider them\\nas admiring the Jewish choristers and admit-\\nting them as a part of court entertainment.\\nAhasuerus.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Ahasuerus is supposed to be\\nthe Xerxes of history, who was defeated at\\nSalamis, which engagement he watched from a\\nmountain side overlooking the bay. This was\\nthe second check of Persian power in Greece.\\nLeather Banner.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The leather banner, the\\napron of a blacksmith, snatched in time of\\npopular uprising and borne as a standard, has\\nbeen, from ancient days, famous in Persian\\nhistory.\\nPage 10. Persian Decorations.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The rich-\\nest ornamentation of the palaces of this period,\\nwere tiles of exquisite carving and design, A\\nportion of the interior walls of the palace of\\nShushan has been brought to France and set\\nup in the Louvre, with parts of pillars of great\\nheight, whose capitals are massive heads of\\nbulls.\\nPage 23. Use of Third Person Singular.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Persian monarchs are accustomed to use the\\nthird person singular in speaking of them-\\nselves. We have the same ceremonious use of\\nthis person in Italian.\\nAgagite.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 The King of the Amalekites was\\nAgag, who was slain by Samuel s own hand.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI Samuel xv:33.\\nA tomb called the tomb of Esther and Mor-\\ndecai is still standing at Hamadan.\\nFor Persian costumes, dress, etc., see Raw-\\nlinson s Ancient Monarchies, Persia and\\nthe Persians, by S. G. W. Benjamin, United\\nStates Minister to Persia, etc.", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "PRINTED BY E. C. COLE,\\nWARNER, N. H\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\n1900.", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "00", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "B\\nHI\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2jj w -wfl\\nil /ll fl jjfj\\n1\\n1\\ni\\n1 h -ffn E i/n. i f 1 fV\\n1 j t\\\\y\\nlilt IH J 1\\nIM\\nWi\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0080\u00a2/I lift\\n*V ft Jlr-i* I) f s", "height": "4453", "width": "2133", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4453", "width": "2321", "jp2-path": "gloriavictis00nort_0064.jp2"}}