VERA; OR, THE NIHILISTS. 

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 VERA; OR, THE NIHILISTS. 

 A DRAMA IN A PROLOGUE, AND FOUR ACTS. 

 BY OSCAR WILDE. 

 NOW FIRST PUBLISHED. 

 [Device]

 _PRIVATELY PRINTED_, 1902. 

This Play was written in 1881, and is now published from the author'sown copy, showing his corrections of and additions to the originaltext. 

PERSONS IN THE PROLOGUE. 

 PETER SABOUROFF (an Innkeeper). VERA SABOUROFF (his Daughter). MICHAEL (a Peasant). COLONEL KOTEMKIN. 

 Scene, Russia. Time, 1795. 

PERSONS IN THE PLAY. 

 IVAN THE CZAR. PRINCE PAUL MARALOFFSKI (Prime Minister of Russia). PRINCE PETROVITCH. COUNT ROUVALOFF. MARQUIS DE POIVRARD. BARON RAFF. GENERAL KOTEMKIN. A PAGE. 

 _Nihilists. _

 PETER TCHERNAVITCH, President of the Nihilists. MICHAEL. ALEXIS IVANACIEVITCH, known as a Student of Medicine. PROFESSOR MARFA. VERA SABOUROFF. 

 _Soldiers, Conspirators, &c. _

 Scene, Moscow. Time, 1800. 

PROLOGUE. 

SCENE. --_A Russian Inn. _

_Large door opening on snowy landscape at back of stage. _

_PETER SABOUROFF and MICHAEL. _

PETER (_warming his hands at a stove_). Has Vera not come back yet, Michael?

MICH. No, Father Peter, not yet; 'tis a good three miles to the postoffice, and she has to milk the cows besides, and that dun one is a rareplaguey creature for a wench to handle. 

PETER. Why didn't you go with her, you young fool? she'll never love youunless you are always at her heels; women like to be bothered. 

MICH. She says I bother her too much already, Father Peter, and I fearshe'll never love me after all. 

PETER. Tut, tut, boy, why shouldn't she? you're young and wouldn't beill-favoured either, had God or thy mother given thee another face. Aren't you one of Prince Maraloffski's gamekeepers; and haven't you gota good grass farm, and the best cow in the village? What more does agirl want?

MICH. But Vera, Father Peter--

PETER. Vera, my lad, has got too many ideas; I don't think much of ideasmyself; I've got on well enough in life without 'em; why shouldn't mychildren? There's Dmitri! could have stayed here and kept the inn; manya young lad would have jumped at the offer in these hard times; but he, scatter-brained featherhead of a boy, must needs go off to Moscow tostudy the law! What does he want knowing about the law! let a man do hisduty, say I, and no one will trouble him. 

MICH. Ay! but Father Peter, they say a good lawyer can break the law asoften as he likes, and no one can say him nay. 

PETER. That is about all they are good for; and there he stays, and hasnot written a line to us for four months now--a good son that, eh?

MICH. Come, come, Father Peter, Dmitri's letters must have goneastray--perhaps the new postman can't read; he looks stupid enough, andDmitri, why, he was the best fellow in the village. Do you remember howhe shot the bear at the barn in the great winter?

PETER. Ay, it was a good shot; I never did a better myself. 

MICH. And as for dancing, he tired out three fiddlers Christmas come twoyears. 

PETER. Ay, ay, he was a merry lad. It is the girl that has theseriousness--she goes about as solemn as a priest for days at a time. 

MICH. Vera is always thinking of others. 

PETER. There is her mistake, boy. Let God and our Little Father look tothe world. It is none of my work to mend my neighbour's thatch. Why, last winter old Michael was frozen to death in his sleigh in thesnowstorm, and his wife and children starved afterwards when the hardtimes came; but what business was it of mine? I didn't make the world. Let God and the Czar look to it. And then the blight came, and the blackplague with it, and the priests couldn't bury the people fast enough, and they lay dead on the roads--men and women both. But what businesswas it of mine? I didn't make the world. Let God and the Czar look toit. Or two autumns ago, when the river overflowed on a sudden, and thechildren's school was carried away and drowned every girl and boy in it. I didn't make the world--let God and the Czar look to it. 

MICH. But, Father Peter--

PETER. No, no, boy; no man could live if he took his neighbour's packon his shoulders. (_Enter VERA in peasant's dress. _) Well, my girl, you've been long enough away--where is the letter?

VERA. There is none to-day, Father. 

PETER. I knew it. 

VERA. But there will be one to-morrow, Father. 

PETER. Curse him, for an ungrateful son. 

VERA. Oh, Father, don't say that; he must be sick. 

PETER. Ay! sick of profligacy, perhaps. 

VERA. How dare you say that of him, Father? You know that is not true. 

PETER. Where does the money go, then? Michael, listen. I gave Dmitrihalf his mother's fortune to bring with him to pay the lawyer folk ofMoscow. He has only written three times, and every time for more money. He got it, not at my wish, but at hers (_pointing to VERA_), and now forfive months, close on six almost, we have heard nothing from him. 

VERA. Father, he will come back. 

PETER. Ay! the prodigals always return; but let him never darken mydoors again. 

VERA (_sitting down pensive_). Some evil has come on him; he must bedead! Oh! Michael, I am so wretched about Dmitri. 

MICH. Will you never love any one but him, Vera?

VERA (_smiling_). I don't know; there is so much else to do in the worldbut love. 

MICH. Nothing else worth doing, Vera. 

PETER. What noise is that, Vera? (_A metallic clink is heard. _)

VERA (_rising and going to the door_). I don't know, Father; it is notlike the cattle bells, or I would think Nicholas had come from the fair. Oh! Father! it is soldiers!--coming down the hill--there is one of themon horseback. How pretty they look! But there are some men with themwith chains on! They must be robbers. Oh! don't let them in, Father; Icouldn't look at them. 

PETER. Men in chains! Why, we are in luck, my child! I heard this was tobe the new road to Siberia, to bring the prisoners to the mines; but Ididn't believe it. My fortune is made! Bustle, Vera, bustle! I'll die arich man after all. There will be no lack of good customers now. Anhonest man should have the chance of making his living out of rascalsnow and then. 

VERA. Are these men rascals, Father? What have they done?

PETER. I reckon they're some of those Nihilists the priest warns usagainst. Don't stand there idle, my girl. 

VERA. I suppose, then, they are all wicked men. 

(_Sound of soldiers outside; cry of "Halt!" enter Russian officer with abody of soldiers and eight men in chains, raggedly dressed; one of themon entering hurriedly puts his coat above his ears and hides his face;some soldiers guard the door, others sit down; the prisoners stand. _)

COLONEL. Innkeeper!

PETER. Yes, Colonel. 

COLONEL (_pointing to Nihilists_). Give these men some bread and water. 

PETER (_to himself_). I shan't make much out of that order. 

COLONEL. As for myself, what have you got fit to eat?

PETER. Some good dried venison, your Excellency--and some rye whisky. 

COLONEL. Nothing else?

PETER. Why, more whisky, your Excellency. 

COLONEL. What clods these peasants are! You have a better room thanthis?

PETER. Yes, sir. 

COLONEL. Bring me there. Sergeant, post your picket outside, and seethat these scoundrels do not communicate with any one. No letterwriting, you dogs, or you'll be flogged for it. Now for the venison. (_To PETER bowing before him. _) Get out of the way, you fool! Who isthat girl? (_sees VERA_). 

PETER. My daughter, your Highness. 

COLONEL. Can she read and write?

PETER. Ay, that she can, sir. 

COLONEL. Then she is a dangerous woman. No peasant should be allowed todo anything of the kind. Till your fields, store your harvests, pay yourtaxes, and obey your masters--that is your duty. 

VERA. Who are our masters?

COLONEL. Young woman, these men are going to the mines for life forasking the same foolish question. 

VERA. Then they have been unjustly condemned. 

PETER. Vera, keep your tongue quiet. She is a foolish girl, sir, whotalks too much. 

COLONEL. Every woman does talk too much. Come, where is this venison?Count, I am waiting for you. How can you see anything in a girl withcoarse hands? (_He passes with PETER and his aide-de-camp into an innerroom. _)

VERA (_to one of the Nihilists_). Won't you sit down? you must be tired. 

SERGEANT. Come now, young woman, no talking to my prisoners. 

VERA. I shall speak to them. How much do you want?

SERGEANT. How much have you?

VERA. Will you let these men sit down if I give you this? (_Takes offher peasant's necklace. _) It is all I have; it was my mother's. 

SERGEANT. Well, it looks pretty enough, and is heavy too. What do youwant with these men?

VERA. They are hungry and tired. Let me go to them?

ONE OF THE SOLDIERS. Let the wench be, if she pays us. 

SERGEANT. Well, have your way. If the Colonel sees you, you may have tocome with us, my pretty one. 

VERA (_advances to the Nihilists_). Sit down; you must be tired. (_Serves them food. _) What are you?

A PRISONER. Nihilists. 

VERA. Who put you in chains?

PRISONER. Our Father the Czar. 

VERA. Why?

PRISONER. For loving liberty too well. 

VERA (_to prisoner who hides his face_). What did you want to do?

DMITRI. To give liberty to thirty millions of people enslaved to oneman. 

VERA (_startled at the voice_). What is your name?

DMITRI. I have no name. 

VERA. Where are your friends?

DMITRI. I have no friends. 

VERA. Let me see your face!

DMITRI. You will see nothing but suffering in it. They have tortured me. 

VERA (_tears the cloak from his face_). Oh, God! Dmitri! my brother!

DMITRI. Hush! Vera; be calm. You must not let my father know; it wouldkill him. I thought I could free Russia. I heard men talk of Liberty onenight in a café. I had never heard the word before. It seemed to be anew god they spoke of. I joined them. It was there all the money went. Five months ago they seized us. They found me printing the paper. I amgoing to the mines for life. I could not write. I thought it would bebetter to let you think I was dead; for they are bringing me to a livingtomb. 

VERA (_looking round_). You must escape, Dmitri. I will take your place. 

DMITRI. Impossible! You can only revenge us. 

VERA. I shall revenge you. 

DMITRI. Listen! there is a house in Moscow--

SERGEANT. Prisoners, attention!--the Colonel is coming--young woman, your time is up. 

(_Enter COLONEL, AIDE-DE-CAMP and PETER. _)

PETER. I hope your Highness is pleased with the venison. I shot itmyself. 

COLONEL. It had been better had you talked less about it. Sergeant, getready. (_Gives purse to PETER. _) Here, you cheating rascal!

PETER. My fortune is made! long live your Highness. I hope your Highnesswill come often this way. 

COLONEL. By Saint Nicholas, I hope not. It is too cold here for me. (_ToVERA. _) Young girl, don't ask questions again about what does notconcern you. I will not forget your face. 

VERA. Nor I yours, or what you are doing. 

COLONEL. You peasants are getting too saucy since you ceased to beserfs, and the knout is the best school for you to learn politics in. Sergeant, proceed. 

(_The COLONEL turns and goes to top of stage. The prisoners pass outdouble file; as DMITRI passes VERA he lets a piece of paper fall on theground; she puts her foot on it and remains immobile. _)

PETER (_who has been counting the money the COLONEL gave him_). Longlife to your Highness. I will hope to see another batch soon. (_Suddenlycatches sight of DMITRI as he is going out of the door, and screams andrushes up. _) Dmitri! Dmitri! my God! what brings you here? he isinnocent, I tell you. I'll pay for him. Take your money (_flings moneyon the ground_), take all I have, give me my son. Villains! Villains!where are you bringing him?

COLONEL. To Siberia, old man. 

PETER. No, no; take me instead. 

COLONEL. He is a Nihilist. 

PETER. You lie! you lie! He is innocent. (_The soldiers force him backwith their guns and shut the door against him. He beats with his fistsagainst it. _) Dmitri! Dmitri! a Nihilist! (_Falls down on floor. _)

VERA (_who has remained motionless, picks up paper now from under herfeet and reads_). "99 Rue Tchernavaya, Moscow. To strangle whatevernature is in me; neither to love nor to be loved; neither to pity nor tobe pitied; neither to marry nor to be given in marriage, till the end iscome. " My brother, I shall keep the oath. (_Kisses the paper. _) Youshall be revenged!

(_VERA stands immobile, holding paper in her lifted hand. PETER is lyingon the floor. MICHAEL, who has just come in, is bending over him. _)

END OF PROLOGUE. 

ACT I. [1]

SCENE. --_99 Rue Tchernavaya, Moscow. A large garret lit by oil lampshung from ceiling. Some masked men standing silent and apart from oneanother. A man in a scarlet mask is writing at a table. Door at back. Man in yellow with drawn sword at it. Knocks heard. Figures in cloaksand masks enter. _

_Password. _ Per crucem ad lucem. 

_Answer. _ Per sanguinem ad libertatem. 

(_Clock strikes. CONSPIRATORS form a semicircle in the middle of thestage. _)

[2]PRESIDENT. What is the word?

FIRST CONSP. Nabat. 

PRES. The answer?

SECOND CONSP. Kalit. 

PRES. What hour is it?

THIRD CONSP. The hour to suffer. 

PRES. What day?

FOURTH CONSP. The day of oppression. 

PRES. What year?

FIFTH CONSP. Since the Revolution of France, the ninth year. [2]

PRES. How many are we in number?

SIXTH CONSP. Ten, nine, and three. 

PRES. The Galilæan had less to conquer the world; but what is ourmission?

SEVENTH CONSP. To give freedom. 

PRES. Our creed?

EIGHTH CONSP. To annihilate. 

PRES. Our duty?

NINTH CONSP. To obey. 

PRES. Brothers, the questions have been answered well. There are nonebut Nihilists present. Let us see each other's faces. (_The CONSPIRATORSunmask. _) Michael, recite the oath. 

MICHAEL. To strangle whatever nature is in us; neither to love nor to beloved, neither to pity nor to be pitied, neither to marry nor to begiven in marriage, till the end is come; to stab secretly by night; todrop poison in the glass; to set father against son, and husband againstwife; without fear, without hope, without future, to suffer, toannihilate, to revenge. 

PRES. Are we all agreed?

CONSPIRATORS. We are all agreed. (_They disperse in various directionsabout the stage. _)

PRES. 'Tis after the hour, Michael, and she is not yet here. 

MICH. Would that she were! We can do little without her. 

ALEXIS. She cannot have been seized, President? but the police are onher track, I know. 

MICH. You always seem to know a good deal about the movements of thepolice in Moscow--too much for an honest conspirator. 

PRES. If those dogs have caught her, [3]the red flag of the people willfloat on a barricade in[3] every street till we find her! It was foolishof her to go to the Grand Duke's ball. I told her so, but she said shewanted to see the Czar and all his cursed brood face to face once. 

ALEXIS. Gone to the State ball?

MICH. I have no fear. She is as hard to capture as a she-wolf is, andtwice as dangerous; besides, she is well disguised. But is there anynews from the Palace to-night, President? What is that bloody[4] despotdoing now besides torturing his only son? Have any of you seen him? Onehears strange stories about him. They say he loves the people; but aking's son never does that. You cannot breed them like that. 

PRES. Since he came back from abroad a year ago his father has kept himin close prison in his palace. 

MICH. An excellent training to make him a tyrant in his turn; but isthere any news, I say?

PRES. A council is to be held to-morrow, at four o'clock, on some secretbusiness the spies cannot find out. 

MICH. A council in a king's palace is sure to be about some bloody workor other. But in what room is this council to be held?

PRES. (_reading from letter_). In the yellow tapestry room called afterthe Empress Catherine. 

MICH. I care not for such long-sounding names. I would know where it is. 

PRES. I cannot tell, Michael. I know more about the insides of prisonsthan of palaces. 

MICH. (_speaking suddenly to ALEXIS_). Where is this room, Alexis?

ALEXIS. It is on the first floor, looking out on to the inner courtyard. But why do you ask, Michael?

MICH. Nothing, nothing, boy! I merely take a great interest in theCzar's life and movements, and I knew you could tell me all about thepalace. Every poor student of medicine in Moscow knows all about king'shouses. It is their duty, is it not?

ALEXIS (_aside_). Can Michael suspect me? There is something strange inhis manner to-night. Why doesn't she come? The whole fire of revolutionseems fallen into dull ashes when she is not here. 

[5]MICH. Have you cured many patients lately, at your hospital, boy?

ALEX. There is one who lies sick to death I would fain cure, but cannot. 

MICH. Ay, and who is that?

ALEX. Russia, our mother. 

MICH. The curing of Russia is surgeon's business, and must be done bythe knife. I like not your method of medicine. [5]

PRES. Professor, we have read the proofs of your last article; it isvery good indeed. 

MICH. What is it about, Professor?

PROFESSOR. The subject, my good brother, is assassination considered asa method of political reform. 

MICH. I think little of pen and ink in revolutions. One dagger will domore than a hundred epigrams. Still, let us read this scholar's lastproduction. Give it to me. I will read it myself. 

PROF. Brother, you never mind your stops; let Alexis read it. 

MICH. Ay! he is as tripping of speech as if he were some youngaristocrat; but for my own part I care not for the stops so that thesense be plain. 

ALEX. (_reading_). "The past has belonged to the tyrant, and he hasdefiled it; ours is the future, and we shall make it holy. " Ay! let usmake the future holy; let there be one revolution at least which is notbred in crime, nurtured in murder!

MICH. They have spoken to us by the sword, and by the sword we shallanswer! You are too delicate for us, Alexis. There should be none herebut men whose hands are rough with labour or red with blood. 

PRES. Peace, Michael, peace! He is the bravest heart among us. 

MICH. (_aside_). He will need to be brave to-night. 

(_The sound of sleigh bells is heard outside. _)

VOICE (_outside_). Per crucem ad lucem. 

_Answer of man on guard. _ Per sanguinem ad libertatem. 

MICH. Who is that?

VERA. God save the people!

PRES. Welcome, Vera, welcome! [6]We have been sick at heart till we sawyou; but now methinks the star of freedom has come to wake us from thenight. [6]

VERA. [7]It is night, indeed, brother! Night without moon or star![7]Russia is smitten to the heart! The man Ivan whom men call the Czarstrikes now at our mother with a dagger deadlier than ever forged bytyranny against a people's life!

MICH. What has the tyrant[8] done now?

VERA. To-morrow martial law is to be proclaimed in Russia. 

OMNES. Martial law! We are lost! We are lost!

ALEX. Martial law! Impossible!

MICH. Fool, nothing is impossible in Russia but reform. 

VERA. Ay, martial law. The last right to which the people clung has beentaken from them. Without trial, without appeal, without accuser even, our brothers will be taken from their houses, shot in the streets likedogs, sent away to die in the snow, to starve in the dungeon, to rot inthe mine. Do you know what martial law means? It means the strangling ofa whole nation. [9]The streets will be filled with soldiers night andday; there will be sentinels at every door. [9] No man dare walk abroadnow but the spy or the traitor. Cooped up in the dens we hide in, meeting by stealth, speaking with bated breath; what good can we do nowfor Russia?

PRES. We can suffer at least. 

VERA. We have done that too much already. The hour is now come toannihilate and to revenge. 

PRES. Up to this the people have borne everything. 

VERA. Because they have understood nothing. But now we, the Nihilists, have given them the tree of knowledge to eat of and the day of silentsuffering is over for Russia. 

MICH. Martial law, Vera! This is fearful tidings you bring. 

PRES. It is the death warrant of liberty in Russia. 

VERA. Or the tocsin of[10] revolution. 

MICH. Are you sure it is true?

VERA. Here is the proclamation. I stole it myself at the ball to-nightfrom a young fool, one of Prince Paul's secretaries, who had been givenit to copy. It was that which made me so late. 

(_VERA hands proclamation to MICHAEL, who reads it. _)

MICH. "To ensure the public safety--martial law. By order of the Czar, father of his people. " The father of his people!

VERA. Ay! a father whose name shall not be hallowed, whose kingdom shallchange to a republic, whose trespasses shall not be forgiven him, because he has robbed us of our daily bread; with whom is neither might, nor right, nor glory, now or for ever. 

PRES. It must be about this that the council meet to-morrow. It has notyet been signed. 

ALEX. It shall not be while I have a tongue to plead with. 

MICH. Or while I have hands to smite with. 

VERA. Martial law! O God, how easy it is for a king to kill his peopleby thousands, but we cannot rid ourselves of one crowned man in Europe!What is there of awful majesty in these men which makes the handunsteady, the dagger treacherous, the pistol-shot harmless? Are they notmen of like passions with ourselves, vulnerable to the same diseases, offlesh and blood not different from our own? What made Olgiati tremble atthe supreme crisis of that Roman life, [11]and Guido's nerve fail himwhen he should have been of iron and of steel? A plague, I say, on thesefools of Naples, Berlin, and Spain![11] Methinks that if I stood face toface with one of the crowned men my eye would see more clearly, my aimbe more sure, my whole body gain a strength and power that was not myown! Oh, to think what stands between us and freedom in Europe! a fewold men, wrinkled, feeble, tottering dotards whom a boy could stranglefor a ducat, or a woman stab in a night-time. And these are the thingsthat keep us from democracy, that keep us from liberty. But nowmethinks the brood of men is dead and the dull earth grown sick ofchild-bearing, else would no crowned dog pollute God's air by living. 

OMNES. Try us! Try us! Try us!

MICH. We shall try thee, too, some day, Vera. 

VERA. I pray God thou mayest! Have I not strangled whatever nature is inme, and shall I not keep my oath?

MICH. (_to PRESIDENT_). Martial law, President! Come, there is no timeto be lost. We have twelve hours yet before us till the council meet. [12]Twelve hours! One can overthrow a dynasty in less time thanthat. [12]

PRES. [13]Ay! or lose one's own head. [13]

(_MICHAEL and the PRESIDENT retire to one corner of the stage and sitwhispering. VERA takes up the proclamation, and reads it to herself;ALEXIS watches and suddenly rushes up to her. _)

ALEX. Vera!

VERA. Alexis, you here! Foolish boy, have I not prayed you to stay away?All of us here are doomed to die before our time, fated to expiate bysuffering whatever good we do; but you, with your [14]bright boyishface, [14] you are too young to die yet. 

ALEX. One is never too young to die for one's country!

VERA. Why do you come here night after night?

ALEX. Because I love the people. 

VERA. But your fellow-students must miss you. Are there no traitorsamong them? You know what spies there are in the University here. OAlexis, you must go! You see how desperate suffering has made us. Thereis no room here for a nature like yours. You must not come again. 

ALEX. Why do you think so poorly of me? Why should I live while mybrothers suffer?

VERA. You spake to me of your mother once. You said you loved her. Oh, think of her!

ALEX. I have no mother now but Russia, my life is hers to take or giveaway; but to-night I am here to see you. They tell me you are leavingfor Novgorod to-morrow. 

VERA. I must. They are getting faint-hearted there, and I would fan theflame of this revolution into such a blaze that the eyes of all kings inEurope shall be blinded. If martial law is passed they will need me allthe more there. There is no limit, it seems, to the tyranny of one man;but there shall be a limit to the suffering of a whole people. 

ALEX. God knows it, I am with you. But you must not go. [15]The policeare watching every train for you. [15] When you are seized they haveorders to place you without trial in the lowest dungeon of thepalace. [16] I know it--no matter how. [17]Oh, think how without you thesun goes from our life, how the people will lose their leader andliberty her priestess. [17] Vera, you must not go!

VERA. If you wish it, I will stay. I would live a little longer forfreedom, a little longer for Russia. 

ALEX. When you die then Russia is smitten indeed; when you die then Ishall lose all hope--all.... Vera, this is fearful news youbring--martial law--it is too terrible. I knew it not, by my soul, Iknew it not!

VERA. How could you have known it? It is too well laid a plot for that. This great White Czar, whose hands are red with the blood of the peoplehe has murdered, whose soul is black with his iniquity, is the cleverestconspirator of us all. Oh, how could Russia bear two hearts like yoursand his!

ALEX. Vera, the Emperor was not always like this. There was a time whenhe loved the people. It is that devil, whom God curse, Prince PaulMaraloffski who has brought him to this. To-morrow, I swear it, I shallplead for the people to the Emperor. 

VERA. Plead to the Czar! Foolish boy, it is only those who aresentenced to death that ever see our Czar. Besides, what should he carefor a voice that pleads for mercy? The cry of a strong nation in itsagony has not moved that heart of stone. 

ALEX. (_aside_). Yet shall I plead to him. They can but kill me. 

PROF. Here are the proclamations, Vera. Do you think they will do?

VERA. I shall read them. [18]How fair he looks?[18] Methinks he neverseemed so noble as to-night. Liberty is blessed in having such a lover. 

ALEX. Well, President, what are you deep in?

MICH. We are thinking of the best way of killing bears. (_Whispers toPRESIDENT and leads him aside. _)

PROF. (_to VERA_). And the letters [19]from our brothers at Paris andBerlin. What answer shall we send to them?[19]

VERA (_takes them mechanically_). Had I not strangled nature, swornneither to love nor be loved, methinks[20] I might have loved him. Oh, Iam a fool, a traitor myself, a traitor myself! But why did he comeamongst us with his bright[21] young face, his heart aflame for liberty, his pure white soul? Why does he make me feel at times as if I wouldhave him as my king, Republican though I be? Oh, fool, fool, fool! Falseto your oath! weak as water! Have done! Remember what you are--aNihilist, a Nihilist!

PRES. (_to MICHAEL_). But you will be seized, Michael. 

MICH. I think not. I will wear the uniform of the Imperial Guard, andthe Colonel on duty is one of us. It is on the first floor, youremember; so I can take a long shot. 

PRES. Shall I tell the brethren?

[22]MICH. Not a word, not a word! There is a traitor amongst us. 

VERA. Come, are these the proclamations? Yes, they will do; yes, theywill do. Send five hundred to Kiev and Odessa and Novgorod, fivehundred to Warsaw, and have twice the number distributed among theSouthern Provinces, though these dull Russian peasants care little forour proclamations, and less for our martyrdoms. When the blow is struck, it must be from the town, not from the country. 

MICH. Ay, and by the sword not by the goose-quill. 

VERA. Where are the letters from Poland?

PROF. Here. 

VERA. Unhappy Poland! The eagles of Russia have fed on her heart. Wemust not forget our brothers there. [22]

PRES. Is this true, Michael?

MICH. Ay, I stake my life on it. 

PRES. [23]Let the doors be locked, then. [23] Alexis Ivanacievitchentered on our roll of the brothers as a Student of the School ofMedicine at Moscow. Why did you not tell us of this bloody scheme[24] ofmartial law?

ALEX. I, President?

MICH. Ay, you! You knew it, none better. Such weapons as these are notforged in a day. Why did you not tell us of it? A week ago there hadbeen time [25]to lay the mine, to raise the barricade, to strike oneblow at least for liberty. [25] But now the hour is past. It is too late, [26]it is too late![26] Why did you keep it a secret from us, I say?

ALEX. Now by the hand of freedom, Michael, my brother, you wrong me. Iknew nothing of this hideous law. By my soul, my brothers, I knew not ofit! How should I know?

MICH. Because you are a traitor! Where did you go when you left us thenight of our last meeting here?

[27]ALEX. To mine own house, Michael. [27]

MICH. Liar! I was on your track. You left here an hour after midnight. Wrapped in a large cloak, you crossed the river in a boat a mile belowthe second bridge, and gave the ferryman a gold piece, you, the poorstudent of medicine! You doubled back twice, and hid in an archway solong that I had almost made up my mind to stab you at once, only that Iam fond of hunting. So! you thought that you had baffled all pursuit, did you? Fool! I am a bloodhound that never loses the scent. I followedyou from street to street. At last I saw you pass swiftly across thePlace St. Isaac, whisper to the guards the secret password, enter thepalace by a private door with your own key. 

CONSPIRATORS. The palace!

VERA. Alexis!

MICH. I waited. All through the dreary watches of our long Russian nightI waited, that I might kill you with your Judas hire still hot in yourhand. But you never came out; you never left that palace at all. I sawthe blood-red sun rise through the yellow fog over the murky town; I sawa new day of oppression dawn on Russia; but you never came out. So youpass nights in the palace, do you? You know the password for the guards!you have a key to a secret door. Oh, you are a spy--you are a spy! Inever trusted you, [28]with your soft white hands, your curled hair, your pretty graces. [28] You have no mark of suffering about you; youcannot be of the people. You are a spy--[29]a spy--traitor. [29]

OMNES. Kill him! Kill him! (_draw their knives_. )

VERA (_rushing in front of ALEXIS_). Stand back, I say, Michael! Standback all! [30]Do not dare[30] lay a hand upon him! He is the noblestheart amongst us. 

OMNES. Kill him! Kill him! He is a spy!

VERA. Dare to lay a finger on him, and I leave you all to yourselves. 

PRES. Vera, did you not hear what Michael said of him? He stayed allnight in the Czar's palace. He has a password and a private key. Whatelse should he be but a spy?

VERA. Bah! I do not believe Michael. It is a lie! It is[31] a lie!Alexis, say it is a lie!

ALEX. It is true. Michael has told what he saw. I did pass that night inthe Czar's palace. Michael has spoken the truth. 

VERA. Stand back, I say; stand back! Alexis, I do not care. I trust you;you would not betray us; you would not sell the people for money. Youare honest, true! Oh, say you are no spy!

ALEX. Spy? You know I am not. I am with you, my brothers, to the death. 

MICH. Ay, to your own death. 

ALEX. Vera, you[32] know I am true. 

VERA. I know it well. 

PRES. Why are you here, traitor?

ALEX. Because I love the people. 

MICH. Then you can be a martyr for them?

VERA. You must kill me first, Michael, before you lay a finger on him. 

PRES. Michael, we dare not lose Vera. It is her whim to let this boylive. We can keep him here to-night. Up to this he has not betrayed us. 

(_Tramp of soldiers outside, knocking at door. _)[33]

VOICE. Open in the name of the Emperor!

MICH. He _has_ betrayed us. This is your doing, spy!

PRES. Come, Michael, come. We have no time to cut one another's throatswhile we have our own heads to save. 

VOICE. Open in the name of the Emperor!

PRES. Brothers, be masked all of you. [34]Michael, open the door. It isour only chance. [34]

(_Enter GENERAL KOTEMKIN and soldiers. _)

GEN. All honest citizens should be in their own houses at an hour beforemidnight, and not more than five people have a right to meet privately. Have you not noticed the proclamation, fellows?

MICH. Ay, you have spoiled every honest[35] wall in Moscow with it. 

VERA. Peace, Michael, peace. Nay, Sir, we knew it not. We are a companyof strolling players travelling from Samara to Moscow to amuse HisImperial Majesty the Czar. 

GEN. But I heard loud voices before I entered. What was that?

VERA. We were rehearsing a new tragedy. 

GEN. Your answers are too _honest_ to be true. Come, let me see who youare. Take off those players' masks. By St. Nicholas, my beauty, if yourface matches your figure, you must be a choice morsel! Come, I say, pretty one; I would sooner see your face than those of all the others. 

PRES. O God! if he sees it is Vera, we are all lost!

GEN. No coquetting, my girl. Come, unmask, I say, or I shall tell myguards to do it for you. 

ALEX. Stand back, I say, General Kotemkin!

GEN. Who are you, fellow, that talk with such a tripping tongue to yourbetters? (_ALEXIS takes his mask off_. ) His Imperial Highness theCzarevitch!

OMNES. The Czarevitch! [36]It is all over![36]

[37]PRES. He will give us up to the soldiers. [37]

MICH. (_to VERA_). Why did you not let me kill him? Come, we must fightto the death for it. 

VERA. Peace! he will not betray us. 

ALEX. A whim of mine, General! You know how my father keeps me from theworld and imprisons me in the palace. I should really be bored to deathif I could not get out at night in disguise sometimes, and have someromantic adventure in town. I fell in with these honest folks a fewhours ago. 

GEN. But, your Highness--

ALEX. Oh, they are excellent actors, I assure you. If you had come inten minutes ago, you would have witnessed a most interesting scene. 

GEN. Actors, are they, Prince?

ALEX. Ay, and very ambitious actors, too. They only care to play beforekings. 

GEN. I' faith, your Highness, I was in hopes I had made a good haul ofNihilists. [38]

ALEX. Nihilists in Moscow, General! with you as head of the police?Impossible!

GEN. So I always tell your Imperial father. But I heard at the councilto-day that that woman Vera Sabouroff, the head of them, had been seenin this very city. The Emperor's face turned as white as the snowoutside. I think I never saw such terror in any man before. 

ALEX. She is a dangerous woman, then, this Vera Sabouroff?

GEN. The most dangerous in all Europe. 

ALEX. Did you ever see her, General?

GEN. Why, five years ago, when I was a plain Colonel, I remember her, your Highness, a common waiting girl in an inn. If I had known then whatshe was going to turn out, I would have flogged her to death on theroadside. She is not a woman at all; she is a sort of devil! For thelast eighteen months I have been hunting her, and caught sight of heronce last September outside Odessa. 

ALEX. How did you let her go, General?

GEN. I was by myself, and she shot one of my horses just as I wasgaining on her. If I see her again I shan't miss my chance. The Emperorhas put twenty thousand roubles on her head. 

ALEX. I hope you will get it, General; but meanwhile you are frighteningthese honest people out of their wits, and disturbing the tragedy. Goodnight, General. 

GEN. Yes; but I should like to see their faces, your Highness. 

ALEX. No, General; you must not ask that; you know how these gipsieshate to be stared at. 

GEN. Yes. But, your Highness--

ALEX. (_haughtily_). General, they are my friends, that is enough. And, General, not a word of this little adventure here, you understand. Ishall rely on you. 

GEN. I shall not forget, Prince. But shall we not see you back to thepalace? The State ball is almost over and you are expected. 

ALEX. I shall be there; but I shall return alone. Remember, not a wordabout my strolling players. 

GEN. Or your pretty gipsy, eh, Prince? your pretty gipsy! I' faith, Ishould like to see her before I go; she has such fine eyes through hermask. Well, good night, your Highness; good night. 

ALEX. Good night, General. 

(_Exit GENERAL and the soldiers. _)

VERA (_throwing off her mask_). Saved! and by you!

ALEX. (_clasping her hand_). Brothers, you trust me now?

TABLEAU. 

END OF ACT I. 

ACT II. 

SCENE. --_Council Chamber in the Emperor's Palace, hung with yellowtapestry. Table, with chair of State, set for the Czar; window behind, opening on to a balcony. As the scene progresses the light outside getsdarker. _

_Present. _--PRINCE PAUL MARALOFFSKI, PRINCE PETROVITCH, COUNT ROUVALOFF, BARON RAFF, COUNT PETOUCHOF. 

PRINCE PETRO. So our young scatter-brained Czarevitch has been forgivenat last, and is to take his seat here again. 

PRINCE PAUL. Yes; if that is not meant as an extra punishment. For myown part, at least, I find these Cabinet Councils extremely exhausting. 

PRINCE PETRO. Naturally; you are always speaking. 

PRINCE PAUL. No; I think it must be that I have to listen sometimes. 

COUNT R. Still, anything is better than being kept in a sort of prison, like he was--never allowed to go out into the world. 

PRINCE PAUL. My dear Count, for romantic young people like he is, theworld always looks best at a distance; and a prison where one's allowedto order one's own dinner is not at all a bad place. (_Enter theCZAREVITCH. The courtiers rise. _) Ah! good afternoon, Prince. YourHighness is looking a little pale to-day. 

CZARE. (_slowly, after a pause_). I want change of air. 

PRINCE PAUL (_smiling_). A most revolutionary sentiment! Your Imperialfather would highly disapprove of any reforms with the thermometer inRussia. 

CZARE. (_bitterly_). My Imperial father had kept me for six months inthis dungeon of a palace. This morning he has me suddenly woke up to seesome wretched Nihilists hung; it sickened me, the bloody butchery, though it was a noble thing to see how well these men can die. 

PRINCE PAUL. When you are as old as I am, Prince, you will understandthat there are few things easier than to live badly and to die well. 

CZARE. Easy to die well! A lesson experience cannot have taught you, whatever you may know of a bad life. 

PRINCE PAUL (_shrugging his shoulders_). Experience, the name men giveto their mistakes. I never commit any. 

CZARE. (_bitterly_). No; crimes are more in your line. 

PRINCE PETRO. (_to the CZAREVITCH_). The Emperor was a good dealagitated about your late appearance at the ball last night, Prince. 

[1]COUNT R. (_laughing_). I believe he thought the Nihilists had brokeninto the palace and carried you off. 

BARON RAFF. If they had you would have missed a charming dance. [1]

PRINCE PAUL. And[2] an excellent supper. Gringoire really excelledhimself in his salad. Ah! you may laugh, Baron; but to make a good saladis a much more difficult thing than cooking accounts. To make a goodsalad is to be a brilliant diplomatist--the problem is so entirely thesame in both cases. To know exactly how much oil one must put with one'svinegar. 

BARON RAFF. A cook and a diplomatist! an excellent parallel. If I had ason who was a fool I'd make him one or the other. 

PRINCE PAUL. I see your father did not hold the same opinion, Baron. But, believe me, you are wrong to run down cookery. For myself, the onlyimmortality I desire is to invent a new sauce. I have never had timeenough to think seriously about it, but I feel it is in me, I feel it isin me. 

CZARE. You have certainly missed your _metier_, [3] Prince Paul; the_cordon bleu_ would have suited you much better than the Grand Cross ofHonour. But you know you could never have worn your white apron well;you would have soiled it too soon, your hands are not clean enough. 

PRINCE PAUL (_bowing_). Que voulez vous? I manage your father'sbusiness. 

CZARE. (_bitterly_). You mismanage my father's business, you mean! Evilgenius of his life that you are! before you came there was some loveleft in him. It is you who have embittered his nature, poured into hisear the poison of treacherous counsel, made him hated by the wholepeople, made him what he is--a tyrant!

(_The courtiers look significantly at each other. _)

PRINCE PAUL (_calmly_). I see your Highness does want change of air. ButI have been an eldest son myself. (_Lights a cigarette. _) I know what itis when a father won't die to please one. 

(_The CZAREVITCH goes to the top of the stage, and leans against thewindow, looking out. _)

PRINCE PETRO. (_to BARON RAFF_). Foolish boy! [4]He will be sent intoexile, or worse, if he is not careful. [4]

BARON RAFF. Yes. [5] What a mistake it is to be sincere!

PRINCE PETRO. The only folly you have never committed, Baron. 

BARON RAFF. One has only one head, you know, Prince. 

PRINCE PAUL. My dear Baron, your head is the last thing any one wouldwish to take from you. (_Pulls out snuffbox and offers it to PRINCEPETROVITCH. _)

PRINCE PETRO. Thanks, Prince! Thanks!

PRINCE PAUL. Very delicate, isn't it? I get it direct from Paris. Butunder this vulgar Republic everything has degenerated over there. "Cotelettes à l'impériale" vanished, of course, with the Bourbon, andomelettes went out with the Orleanists. La belle France is entirelyruined, Prince, through bad morals and worse cookery. (_Enter theMARQUIS DE POIVRARD. _) Ah! Marquis. I trust Madame la Marquise is well. 

MARQUIS DE P. You ought to know better than I do, Prince Paul; you seemore _of_ her. 

PRINCE PAUL (_bowing_). Perhaps I see more _in_ her, Marquis. Your wifeis really a charming woman, so full of _esprit_, and so satirical too;she talks continually of you when we are together. 

PRINCE PETRO. (_looking at the clock_). His Majesty is a little lateto-day, is he not?

PRINCE PAUL. What has happened to you, my dear Petrovitch? you seemquite out of sorts. You haven't quarrelled with your cook, I hope? Whata tragedy that would be for you; you would lose all your friends. 

PRINCE PETRO. I fear I wouldn't be so fortunate as that. You forget Iwould still have my purse. [6] But you are wrong for once; my chef and Iare on excellent[7] terms. 

PRINCE PAUL. Then your creditors or Mademoiselle Vera Sabouroff havebeen writing to you? I find both of them such excellent correspondents. But really you needn't be alarmed. I find the most violent proclamationsfrom the Executive Committee, as they call it, left all over my house. Inever read them; they are so badly spelt as a rule. 

PRINCE PETRO. Wrong again, Prince; the Nihilists leave me alone for somereason or other. 

PRINCE PAUL (_aside_). Ah! true. I forgot. Indifference is the revengethe world takes on mediocrities. 

PRINCE PETRO. I am bored with life, [8] Prince. Since the opera seasonended I have been a perpetual martyr to ennui. 

PRINCE PAUL. The maladie du siècle! You want a new excitement, Prince. Let me see--you have been married twice already; suppose youtry--falling in love, for once. 

BARON R. Prince, I have been thinking a good deal lately--

PRINCE PAUL (_interrupting_). You surprise me very much, Baron. 

BARON R. I cannot understand your nature. 

PRINCE PAUL (_smiling_). If my nature had been made to suit yourcomprehension rather than my own requirements, I am afraid I would havemade a very poor figure in the world. 

COUNT R. There seems to be nothing in life about which you would notjest. 

PRINCE PAUL. Ah! my dear Count, life is much too important a thing everto talk seriously about it. 

CZARE. (_coming back from the window_). I don't think Prince Paul'snature is such a mystery. He would stab his best friend for the sake ofwriting an epigram on his tombstone, or experiencing a new sensation. 

PRINCE PAUL. Parbleu! I would sooner lose my best friend than my worstenemy. To have friends, you know, one need only be good-natured; butwhen a man has no enemy left there must be something mean about him. 

CZARE. (_bitterly_). If to have enemies is a measure of greatness, thenyou must be a Colossus, indeed, Prince. 

PRINCE PAUL. Yes, I know I'm the most hated man in Russia, except yourfather, [9]except your father, of course, [9] Prince. He doesn't seem tolike it much, by the way, but I do, I assure you. (_Bitterly. _) I loveto drive through the streets and see how the canaille scowl at me fromevery corner. It makes me feel I am a power in Russia; one man against ahundred millions! Besides, I have no ambition to be a popular hero, tobe crowned with laurels one year and pelted with stones the next; Iprefer dying peaceably in my own bed. 

CZARE. And after death?

PRINCE PAUL (_shrugging his shoulders_). Heaven is a despotism. I shallbe at home there. 

CZARE. Do you never think of the people and their rights?

PRINCE PAUL. The people and their rights bore me. I am sick of both. Inthese modern days to be vulgar, illiterate, common and vicious, seems togive a man a marvellous infinity of rights that his honest fathers neverdreamed of. Believe me, Prince, in good democracy every man should be anaristocrat; but these people in Russia who seek to thrust us out are nobetter than the animals in one's preserves, and made to be shot at, mostof them. 

CZARE. (_excitedly_). If they are[10] common, illiterate, vulgar, nobetter than the beasts of the field, who made them so?

(_Enter AIDE-DE-CAMP. _)

AIDE-DE-CAMP. His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor! (_PRINCE PAUL looks atthe CZAREVITCH, and smiles. _)

(_Enter the CZAR, surrounded by his guard. _)

CZARE. (_rushing forward to meet him_). Sire!

CZAR (_nervous and frightened_). Don't come too near me, boy! Don't cometoo near me, I say! There is always something about an heir to a crownunwholesome to his father. Who is that man over there? I don't know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give himtill to-morrow to confess, then hang him!--hang him!

PRINCE PAUL. Sire, you are anticipating history. This is CountPetouchof, your new ambassador to Berlin. He is come to kiss hands onhis appointment. 

CZAR. To kiss my hand? There is some plot in it. He wants to poison me. There, kiss my son's hand; it will do quite as well. 

(_PRINCE PAUL signs to COUNT PETOUCHOF to leave the room. Exit PETOUCHOFand the guards. CZAR sinks down into his chair. The courtiers remainsilent. _)

PRINCE PAUL (_approaching_). Sire! will your Majesty--

CZAR. What do you startle me like that for? No, I won't. (_Watches thecourtiers nervously. _) Why are you clattering your sword, sir? (_ToCOUNT ROUVALOFF. _) Take it off, I shall have no man wear a sword in mypresence (_looking at CZAREVITCH_), least of all my son. (_To PRINCEPAUL. _) You are not angry with me, Prince? You won't desert me, willyou? Say you won't desert me. What do you want? You can haveanything--anything. 

PRINCE PAUL (_bowing very low_). Sire, 'tis enough for me to have yourconfidence. (_Aside. _) I was afraid he was going to revenge himself andgive me another decoration. 

CZAR (_returning to his chair_). Well, gentlemen. 

MARQ. DE POIV. Sire, I have the honour to present to you a loyal addressfrom your subjects in the Province of Archangel, expressing their horrorat the last attempt on your Majesty's life. 

PRINCE PAUL. The last attempt but two, you ought to have said, Marquis. Don't you see it is dated three weeks back?

CZAR. They are good people in the Province of Archangel--honest, loyalpeople. They love me very much--simple, loyal people; give them a newsaint, it costs nothing. Well, Alexis (_turning to the CZAREVITCH_)--howmany traitors were hung this morning?

CZARE. There were three men strangled, Sire. 

CZAR. There should have been three[11] thousand. I would to God thatthis people had but one neck that I might strangle them with one noose!Did they tell anything? whom did they implicate? what did they confess?

CZARE. Nothing, Sire. 

CZAR. They should have been tortured then; why weren't they tortured?Must I always be fighting in the dark? Am I never to know from what rootthese traitors spring?

CZARE. What root should there be of discontent among the people buttyranny and injustice amongst their rulers?

CZAR. What did you say, boy? tyranny! tyranny! Am I a tyrant? I'm not. Ilove the people. I'm their father. I'm called so in every officialproclamation. Have a care, boy; have a care. You don't seem to be curedyet of your foolish tongue. (_Goes over to PRINCE PAUL, and puts hishand on his shoulder. _) Prince Paul, tell me were there many peoplethere this morning to see the Nihilists hung?

PRINCE PAUL. Hanging is of course a good deal less of a novelty inRussia now, Sire, than it was three or four years ago; and you know howeasily the people get tired even of their best amusements. But thesquare and the tops of the houses were really quite crowded, were theynot, Prince? (_To the CZAREVITCH who takes no notice. _)

CZAR. That's right; all loyal citizens should be there. It shows themwhat to look forward to. Did you arrest any one in the crowd?

PRINCE PAUL. Yes, Sire, a woman for cursing your name. (_The CZAREVITCHstarts anxiously. _) She was the mother of the two criminals. 

CZAR (_looking at CZAREVITCH_). She should have blessed me for havingrid her of her children. Send her to prison. 

CZARE. The prisons of Russia are too full already, Sire. There is noroom in them for any more victims. 

[12]CZAR. They don't die fast enough, then. You should put more of theminto one cell at once. You don't keep them long enough in the mines. Ifyou do they're sure to die; but you're all too merciful. I'm toomerciful myself. Send her to Siberia. [12] She is sure to die on the way. (_Enter an AIDE-DE-CAMP. _) Who's that? Who's that?

AIDE-DE-CAMP. A letter for his Imperial Majesty. 

CZAR (_to PRINCE PAUL_). I won't open it. There may be something in it. 

PRINCE PAUL. It would be a very disappointing letter, Sire, if therewasn't. (_Takes letter himself, and reads it. _)

PRINCE PETRO. (_to COUNT ROUVALOFF_). It must be some sad news. I knowthat smile too well. 

PRINCE PAUL. From the Chief of the Police at Archangel, Sire. "TheGovernor of the province was shot this morning by a woman as he wasentering the courtyard of his own house. The assassin has been seized. "

CZAR. I never trusted the people of Archangel. It's a nest of Nihilistsand conspirators. Take away their saints; they don't deserve them. 

PRINCE PAUL. Your Highness would punish them more severely by givingthem an extra one. Three governors shot in two months. (_Smiles tohimself. _) Sire, permit me to recommend your loyal subject, the Marquisde Poivrard, as the new governor of your Province of Archangel. 

MARQ. DE POIV. (_hurriedly_). Sire, I am unfit for this post. 

PRINCE PAUL. Marquis, you are too modest. Believe me, there is no manin Russia I would sooner see Governor of Archangel than yourself. (_Whispers to CZAR. _)

CZAR. Quite right, Prince Paul; you are always right. See that theMarquis's letters are made out at once. 

PRINCE PAUL. He can start to-night, Sire. I shall really miss you verymuch, Marquis. I always liked your taste in wines and wives extremely. 

MARQ. DE POIV. (_to the CZAR_). Start to-night, Sire? (_PRINCE PAULwhispers to the CZAR. _)

CZAR. Yes, Marquis, to-night; it is better to go at once. 

PRINCE PAUL. I shall see that Madame la Marquise is not too lonely whileyou are away; so you need not be alarmed for her. 

COUNT R. (_to PRINCE PETROVITCH_). I should be more alarmed for myself. 

CZAR. The Governor of Archangel shot in his own courtyard by a woman!I'm not safe here. I'm not safe anywhere, with that she devil of therevolution, Vera Sabouroff, here in Moscow. Prince Paul, is that womanstill here?

PRINCE PAUL. They tell me she was at the Grand Duke's ball last night. Ican hardly believe that; but she certainly had intended to leave forNovgorod to-day, Sire. The police were watching every train for her;but, for some reason or other, she did not go. Some traitor must havewarned her. But I shall catch her yet. A chase after a beautiful womanis always exciting. 

CZAR. You must hunt her down with bloodhounds, and when she is taken Ishall hew her limb from limb. I shall stretch her on the rack till herpale white body is twisted and curled like paper in the fire. 

PRINCE PAUL. Oh, we shall have another hunt immediately for her, Sire!Prince Alexis will assist us, I am sure. 

CZARE. You never require any assistance to ruin a woman, Prince Paul. 

CZAR. Vera, the Nihilist, in Moscow! O God, [13] were it not better todie at once the dog's death they plot for me than to live as I live now!Never to sleep, or, if I do, to dream such horrid dreams that Hellitself were peace when matched with them. To trust none but those I havebought, to buy none worth trusting! To see a traitor in every smile, poison in every dish, a dagger in every hand! To lie awake at night, listening from hour to hour for the stealthy creeping of the murderer, for the laying of the damned mine! You are all spies! you are all spies!You worst of all--you, my own son! Which of you is it who hides thesebloody proclamations under my own pillow, or at the table where I sit?Which of ye all is the Judas who betrays me? O God! O God! methinksthere was a time once, in our war with England, when nothing could makeme afraid. (_This with more calm and pathos. _) I have ridden into thecrimson heart of war, and borne back an eagle which those wild islandershad taken from us. Men said I was brave then. My father gave me the IronCross of valour. Oh, could he see me now with this coward's livery everin my cheek! (_Sinks into his chair. _) I never knew any love when I wasa boy. I was ruled by terror myself, how else should I rule now?(_Starts up. _) But I will have revenge; I will have revenge. For everyhour I have lain awake at night, waiting for the noose or the dagger, they shall pass years in Siberia, centuries in the mines! Ay! I shallhave revenge. 

CZARE. Father! have mercy on the people. Give them what they ask. 

PRINCE PAUL. And begin, Sire, with your own head; they have a particularliking for that. 

CZAR. The people! the people! A tiger which I have let loose uponmyself; but I will fight with it to the death. [14]I am done with halfmeasures. [14] I shall crush these Nihilists at a blow. There shall notbe a man of them, ay, or a woman either, left alive in Russia. [15]Am IEmperor for[15] nothing, that a woman should hold me at bay? VeraSabouroff shall be in my power, I swear it, before a week is ended, [16]though I burn my whole city to find her. [16] She shall be flogged bythe knout, stifled in the fortress, strangled in the square!

CZARE. O God!

CZAR. For two years her hands have been clutching at my throat; for twoyears she has made my life a hell; but I shall have revenge. Martiallaw, Prince, martial law over the whole Empire; that will give merevenge. A good measure, Prince, eh? a good measure. 

PRINCE PAUL. And an economical one too, Sire. It would carry off yoursurplus population in six months, and save you many expenses in courtsof justice; they will not be needed now. 

CZAR. Quite right. There are too many people in Russia, too much moneyspent on them, too much money in courts of justice. I'll shut them up. 

CZARE. Sire, reflect before--

CZAR. When can you have the proclamations ready, Prince Paul?

PRINCE PAUL. They have been printed for the last six months, Sire. Iknew you would need them. 

CZAR. That's good! That's very good! Let us begin at once. Ah, Prince, if every king in Europe had a minister like you--

CZARE. There would be less kings in Europe than there are. 

CZAR (_in frightened whisper, to PRINCE PAUL_). What does he mean? Doyou trust him? His prison hasn't cured him yet. Shall I banish him?Shall I (_whispers_)... ? The Emperor Paul did it. The Empress Catherinethere[17] (_points to picture on the wall_) did it. Why shouldn't I?

PRINCE PAUL. Your Majesty, there is no need for alarm. The Prince is avery ingenuous young man. He pretends to be devoted to the people, andlives in a palace; preaches socialism, and draws a salary that wouldsupport a province. He'll find out one day that the best cure forRepublicanism is the Imperial crown, and will cut up the "bonnet rogue"of Democracy to make decorations for his Prime Minister. 

CZAR. You are right. If he really loved the people, he could not be myson. 

PRINCE PAUL. If he lived with the people for a fortnight, their baddinners would soon cure him of his democracy. Shall we begin, Sire?

CZAR. At once. Read the proclamation. Gentlemen, be seated. Alexis, Alexis, I say, come and hear it! It will be good practice for you; youwill be doing it yourself some day. 

CZARE. I have heard too much of it already. (_Takes his seat at thetable. COUNT ROUVALOFF whispers to him. _)

CZAR. What are you whispering about there, Count Rouvaloff?

COUNT R. I was giving his Royal Highness some good advice, your Majesty. 

PRINCE PAUL. Count Rouvaloff is the typical spendthrift, Sire; he isalways giving away what he needs most. (_Lays papers before the CZAR. _)I think, Sire, you will approve of this:--"Love of the people, " "Fatherof his people, " "Martial law, " and the usual allusions to Providence inthe last line. All it requires now is your Imperial Majesty's signature. 

CZARE. Sire!

PRINCE PAUL (_hurriedly_). I promise your Majesty to crush everyNihilist in Russia in six months if you sign this proclamation; everyNihilist in Russia. 

CZAR. Say that again! To crush every Nihilist in Russia; to crush thiswoman, their leader, who makes war upon me in my own city. Prince PaulMaraloffski, I create you Marechale of the whole Russian Empire to helpyou to carry out martial law. 

CZAR. Give me the proclamation. I will sign it at once. 

PRINCE PAUL (_points on paper_). Here, Sire. 

CZARE. (_starts up and puts his hands on the paper_). Stay! I tell you, stay! The priests have taken heaven from the people, and you would takethe earth away too. 

PRINCE PAUL. We have no time, Prince, now. This boy will ruineverything. The pen, Sire. 

CZARE. What! is it so small a thing to strangle a nation, to murder akingdom, to wreck an empire? Who are we who dare lay this ban of terroron a people? Have we less vices than they have, that we bring them tothe bar of judgment before us?

PRINCE PAUL. What a Communist the Prince is! He would have an equaldistribution of sin as well as of property. 

CZARE. Warmed by the same sun, nurtured by the same air, fashioned offlesh and blood like to our own, wherein are they different to us, savethat they starve while we surfeit, that they toil while we idle, thatthey sicken while we poison, that they die while we strangle?

CZAR. How dare--?

CZARE. I dare all for the people; but you would rob them of commonrights of common men. 

CZAR. The people have no rights. 

CZARE. Then they have great wrongs. Father, they have won your battlesfor you; from the pine forests of the Baltic to the palms of India theyhave ridden on victory's mighty wings in search of your glory! Boy as Iam in years, I have seen wave after wave of living men sweep up theheights of battle to their death; ay, and snatch perilous conquest fromthe scales of war when the bloody crescent seemed to shake above oureagles. 

CZAR (_somewhat moved_). Those men are dead. What have I to do withthem?

CZARE. Nothing! The dead are safe; you[18] cannot harm them now. Theysleep their last long sleep. Some in Turkish waters, others by thewindswept heights of Norway and the Dane! But these, the living, ourbrothers, what have you done for them? They asked you for bread, yougave them a stone. They sought for freedom, you scourged them withscorpions. You have sown the seeds of this revolution yourself!--

PRINCE PAUL. And are we not cutting down the harvest?

CZARE. Oh, my brothers! better far that ye had died in the iron hail andscreaming shell of battle than to come back to such a doom as[19] this!The beasts of the forests have their lairs, and the wild beasts theircaverns, but the people of Russia, conquerors of the world, have notwhere to lay their heads. 

PRINCE PAUL. They have the headsman's block. 

CZARE. The headsman's block! Ay! you have killed their souls at yourpleasure, you would kill their bodies now. 

CZAR. Insolent boy! Have you forgotten who is Emperor of Russia?

CZARE. No! The people reign now, by the grace of God. [20] You shouldhave been their shepherd; you have fled away like the hireling, and letthe wolves in upon them. 

CZAR. Take him away! Take him away, Prince Paul!

CZARE. God hath given this people tongues to speak with; you would cutthem out that they may be dumb in their agony, silent in their torture!But God hath given them hands to smite with, and they shall smite! Ay!from the sick and labouring womb of this unhappy land some revolution, like a bloody child, shall[21] rise up and slay you. 

CZAR (_leaping up_). Devil! Assassin! Why do you beard me thus to myface?

CZARE. Because I[22] am a Nihilist! (_The ministers start to their feet;there is dead silence for a few minutes. _)

CZAR. A Nihilist! a Nihilist! Scorpion whom I have nurtured, traitorwhom I have fondled, is this your bloody secret? Prince PaulMaraloffski, Marechale of the Russian Empire, arrest the Czarevitch!

MINISTERS. Arrest the Czarevitch!

CZAR. A Nihilist! If you have sown with them, you shall reap with them!If you have talked with them, you shall rot with them! If you have livedwith them, with them you shall die!

PRINCE PETRO. Die!

CZAR. A plague on all sons, I say! There should be no more marriages inRussia when one can breed such vipers as you are! Arrest the Czarevitch, I say!

PRINCE PAUL. Czarevitch! by order of the Emperor, I demand your sword. (_CZAREVITCH gives up sword; PRINCE PAUL places it on the table. _)Foolish boy! you are not made for a conspirator; you have not learned tohold your tongue. Heroics are out of place in a palace. 

CZAR (_sinks into his chair with his eyes fixed on the CZAREVITCH_). OGod!

CZARE. If I am to die for the people, I am ready; one Nihilist more orless in Russia, what does that matter?

PRINCE PAUL (_aside_). A good deal I should say to the one Nihilist. 

[23]CZARE. The mighty brotherhood to which I belong has a thousand suchas I am, ten thousand better still! (_The CZAR starts in his seat. _) Thestar of freedom is risen already, and far off I hear the mighty wavedemocracy break on these cursed shores. [23]

PRINCE PAUL (_to PRINCE PETROVITCH_). In that case you and I had betterlearn how to swim. 

CZARE. Father, Emperor, Imperial Master, I plead not for my own life, but for the lives of my brothers, the people. 

PRINCE PAUL (_bitterly_). Your brothers, the people, Prince, are notcontent with their own lives, they always want to take their neighbour'stoo. 

CZAR (_standing up_). I am sick of being afraid. I have done with terrornow. From this day I proclaim war against the people--war to theirannihilation. As they have dealt with me, so shall I deal with them. Ishall grind them to powder, and strew their dust upon the air. Thereshall be a spy in every man's house, a traitor on every hearth, ahangman in every village, a gibbet in every square. Plague, leprosy, orfever shall be less deadly than my wrath; I will make every frontier agrave-yard, every province a lazar-house, and cure the sick by thesword. I shall have peace in Russia, though it be the peace of the dead. Who said I was a coward? Who said I was afraid? See, thus shall I crushthis people beneath my feet! (_Takes up sword of CZAREVITCH off tableand tramples on it. _)

CZARE. Father, beware, the sword you tread on may turn and wound you. The people suffer long, but vengeance comes at last, vengeance with redhands and bloody purpose. 

PRINCE PAUL. Bah! the people are bad shots; they always miss one. 

CZARE. There are times when the people are instruments of God. 

CZAR. Ay! and when kings are God's scourges for the people. Oh, my ownson, in my own house! My own flesh and blood against me! Take him away!Take him away! Bring in my guards. (_Enter the Imperial Guard. CZARpoints to CZAREVITCH, who stands alone at the side of the stage. _) Tothe blackest prison in Moscow! Let me never see his face again. (_CZAREVITCH is being led out. _) No, no, leave him! I don't trustguards. They are all Nihilists! They would let him escape and he wouldkill me, kill me! No, I'll bring him to prison myself, you and I (_toPRINCE PAUL_). I trust you, you have no mercy. I shall have no mercy. Oh, my own son against me! How hot it is! The air stifles me! I feel asif I were going to faint, as if something were at my throat. Open thewindows, I say! Out of my sight! Out of my sight! I can't bear his eyes. Wait, wait for me. (_Throws window open and goes out on balcony. _)

PRINCE PAUL (_looking at his watch_). The dinner is sure to be spoiled. How annoying politics are and eldest sons!

VOICE (_outside, in the street_). God save the people! (_CZAR is shot, and staggers back into the room. _)

CZARE. (_breaking from the guards, and rushing over_). Father!

CZAR. Murderer! Murderer! You did it! Murderer! (_Dies. _)

TABLEAU. 

END OF ACT II. 

ACT III. 

_Same scene and business as Act I. Man in yellow dress, with drawnsword, at the door. _

_Password outside. _ Væ tyrannis. 

_Answer. _ Væ victis (_repeated three times_). 

(_Enter CONSPIRATORS, who form a semicircle, masked and cloaked. _)

PRESIDENT. What hour is it?

FIRST CONSP. The hour to strike. 

PRES. What day?

SECOND CONSP. The day of Marat. [1]

PRES. In what month?

SECOND CONSP. The month of liberty. 

PRES. What is our duty?

FOURTH CONSP. To obey. 

PRES. Our creed?

FIFTH CONSP. Parbleu, Mons. Le President, I never knew you had one. 

CONSPS. A spy! A spy! Unmask! Unmask! A spy!

PRES. [2]Let the doors be shut. There are others but Nihilistspresent. [2]

CONSPS. Unmask! Unmask! [3]Kill him! kill him![3] (_Masked CONSPIRATORunmasks. _) Prince Paul!

VERA. Devil! Who lured you into the lion's den?

CONSPS. Kill him! kill him![4]

PRINCE PAUL. En vérité, Messieurs, you are not over-hospitable in yourwelcome. 

VERA. Welcome! What welcome should we give you but the dagger or thenoose?

PRINCE PAUL. I had no idea, really, that the Nihilists were soexclusive. Let me assure you that if I had not always had an _entree_to the very best society, and the very worst conspiracies, I could neverhave been Prime Minister in Russia. 

VERA. The tiger cannot change its nature, nor the snake lose its venom;but are you turned a lover of the people?

PRINCE PAUL. Mon Dieu, non, Mademoiselle! I would much sooner talkscandal in a drawing-room than treason in a cellar. Besides, I hate thecommon mob, who smell of garlic, smoke bad tobacco, get up early, anddine off one dish. 

PRES. What have you to gain, then, by a revolution?

PRINCE PAUL. Mon ami, I have nothing left to lose. That scatter-brainedboy, this new Czar, has banished me. 

VERA. To Siberia?

PRINCE PAUL. No, to Paris. He has confiscated my estates, robbed me ofmy office and my cook. I have nothing left but my decorations. I am herefor revenge. [5]

PRES. Then you have a right to be one of us. [5]We also meet daily forrevenge. [5]

PRINCE PAUL. You want money, of course. No one ever joins a conspiracywho has any. Here. (_Throws money on table. _) You have so many spiesthat I should think you want information. Well, you will find me thebest informed man in Russia on the abuses of our Government. I made themnearly all myself. 

VERA. President, I don't trust this man. He has done us too much harm inRussia to let him go in safety. 

PRINCE PAUL. Believe me, Mademoiselle, you are wrong; I will be a mostvaluable addition to your circle; as for you, gentlemen, if I had notthought that you would be useful to me I shouldn't have risked my neckamong you, or dined an hour earlier than usual so as to be in time. 

PRES. Ay, if he had wanted to spy on us, Vera, he wouldn't have comehimself. 

PRINCE PAUL (_aside_). No; I should have sent my best friend. 

PRES. Besides, Vera, he is just the man to give us the information wewant about some business we have in hand to-night. 

VERA. Be it so if you wish it. 

PRES. Brothers, is it your will that Prince Paul Maraloffski beadmitted, and take the oath of the Nihilist?

CONSPS. It is! it is!

PRES. (_holding out dagger and a paper_). Prince Paul, the dagger or theoath?

PRINCE PAUL (_smiles sardonically_). I would sooner annihilate than beannihilated. (_Takes paper. _)

PRES. Remember: [6]Betray us, and as long as the earth holds poison orsteel, as long as men can strike or woman betray, you shall not escapevengeance. [6] The Nihilists never forget their friends, or forgive theirenemies. 

PRINCE PAUL. Really? I did not think you were so civilized. 

VERA (_pacing up and down_). Why is he not here? He will not keep thecrown. I know him well. 

PRES. Sign. (_PRINCE PAUL signs_. ) You said you thought we had no creed. You were wrong. Read it!

VERA. This is a dangerous thing, President. What can we do with thisman?

PRES. We can use him. 

VERA. And afterwards?

PRES. (_shrugging his shoulders_). Strangle him. 

PRINCE PAUL (_reading_). "The rights of humanity!" In the old times mencarried out their rights for themselves as they lived, but nowadaysevery baby seems born with a social manifesto in its mouth much biggerthan itself. [7] "Nature is not a temple, but a workshop: we demand theright to labour. " Ah, I shall surrender my own rights in that respect. 

VERA (_pacing up and down behind_). Oh, will he never come? will henever come?

PRINCE PAUL. "The family as subversive of true socialistic and communalunity is to be annihilated. " Yes, President, I agree completely withArticle 5. A family is a terrible incumbrance, especially when one isnot married. (_Three knocks at the door. _)

VERA. Alexis at last!

_Password. _ Væ tyrannis!

_Answer. _ Væ victis!

(_Enter MICHAEL STROGANOFF. _)

PRES. [8] Michael, the regicide! Brothers, let us do honour to a man whohas killed a king. 

[9]VERA (_aside_). Oh, he will come yet. [9]

PRES. Michael, you have saved Russia. 

MICH. Ay, Russia was free for a moment [10]when the tyrant fell, but thesun of liberty has set again like that false dawn which cheats our eyesin autumn. 

PRES. The dread night of tyranny is not yet past for Russia. 

MICH. (_clutching his knife_). [10] One more blow, and the end is comeindeed. 

VERA (_aside_). One more blow! What does he mean? Oh, impossible! butwhy is he not with us? Alexis! Alexis! why are you not here?

PRES. But how did you escape, Michael? They said you had been seized. 

MICH. I was dressed in the uniform of the Imperial Guard. The Colonel onduty was a brother, and gave me the password. I drove through the troopsin safety with it, and, thanks to my good horse, reached the wallsbefore the gates were closed. 

PRES. What a chance his coming out on the balcony was!

MICH. A chance? There is no such thing as chance. It was God's fingerled him there. 

PRES. And where have you been these three days?

MICH. Hiding in the house of the priest Nicholas at the cross-roads. 

PRES. Nicholas is an honest man. 

MICH. Ay, honest enough for a priest. I am here now for vengeance on atraitor!

VERA (_aside_). O God, will he never come? Alexis! why are you not here?You cannot have turned traitor!

MICH. (_seeing PRINCE PAUL_). Prince Paul Maraloffski here! By St. George, a lucky capture! This must have been Vera's doing. She is theonly one who could have lured that serpent into the trap. 

PRES. Prince Paul has just taken the oath. 

VERA. Alexis, the Czar, has banished him from Russia. 

MICH. Bah! A blind to cheat us. We will keep Prince Paul here, [11]andfind some office for him in our reign of terror. [11] He is wellaccustomed by this time to bloody work. 

PRINCE PAUL (_approaching MICHAEL_). That was a long shot of yours, moncamarade. 

MICH. I have had a good deal of practice shooting, since I have been aboy, off your Highness's wild boars. 

PRINCE PAUL. Are my gamekeepers like moles, then, always asleep?

MICH. No, Prince. I am one of them; but, like you, I am fond of robbingwhat I am put to watch. 

PRES. This must be a new atmosphere for you, Prince Paul. We speak thetruth to one another here. 

PRINCE PAUL. How misleading you must find it. You have an odd medleyhere, President--a little rococo, I am afraid. 

PRES. You recognise a good many friends, I dare say?

PRINCE PAUL. Yes, there is always more brass than brains in anaristocracy. 

PRES. But you are here yourself?

PRINCE PAUL. I? As I cannot be Prime Minister, I must be a Nihilist. There is no alternative. 

VERA. O God, will he never come? The hand is on the stroke of the hour. Will he never come?

MICH. (_aside_). President, you know what we have to do? 'Tis but asorry hunter who leaves the wolf cub alive to avenge his father. How arewe to get at this boy? It must be to-night. To-morrow he will bethrowing some sop of reform to the people, and it will be too late for aRepublic. 

PRINCE PAUL. You are quite right. Good kings are the enemies ofDemocracy, and when he has begun by banishing me you may be sure heintends to be a patriot. 

MICH. I am sick of patriot kings; [12]what Russia needs is aRepublic. [12]

PRINCE PAUL. Messieurs, I have brought you two documents which I thinkwill interest you--the proclamation this young Czar intends publishingto-morrow, and a plan of the Winter Palace, where he sleeps to-night. (_Hands paper. _)

VERA. [13]I dare not ask them what they are plotting about. [13] Oh, whyis Alexis not here?

PRES. Prince, this is most valuable information. Michael, you wereright. If it is not to-night it will be too late. Read that. 

MICH. Ah! A loaf of bread flung to a starving nation. [14]A lie to cheatthe people. [14] (_Tears it up. _) It must be to-night. I do not believein him. Would he have kept his crown had he loved the people? But howare we to get at him?

PRINCE PAUL. The key of the private door in the street. (_Hands key. _)

PRES. Prince, we are in your debt. 

PRINCE PAUL (_smiling_). The normal condition of the Nihilists. 

MICH. Ay, but we are paying our debts off with interest now. TwoEmperors in one week. That will make the balance straight. We would havethrown in a Prime Minister if you had not come. 

PRINCE PAUL. Ah, I am sorry you told me. It robs my visit of all itspicturesqueness and adventure. I thought I was perilling my head bycoming here, and you tell me I have saved it. One is sure to bedisappointed if one tries to get romance out of modern life. 

MICH. It is not so romantic a thing to lose one's head, Prince Paul. 

PRINCE PAUL. No, but it must often be very dull to keep it. Don't youfind that sometimes? (_Clock strikes six. _)

VERA (_sinking into a seat_). Oh, it is past the hour! It is past thehour!

MICH. (_to PRESIDENT_). Remember to-morrow will be too late. 

PRES. Brothers, it is full time. Which of us is absent?

CONSPS. Alexis! Alexis!

PRES. Michael, read Rule 7. 

MICH. "When any brother shall have disobeyed a summons to be present, the President shall enquire if there is anything alleged against him. "

PRES. Is there anything against our brother Alexis?

CONSPS. He wears a crown! He wears a crown!

PRES. Michael, read Article 7 of the Code of Revolution. 

MICH. "Between the Nihilists and all men who wear crowns above theirfellows, there is war to the death. "

PRES. Brothers, what say you? Is Alexis, the Czar, guilty or not?

OMNES. He is guilty!

PRES. What shall the penalty be?

OMNES. Death!

PRES. Let the lots be prepared; it shall be to-night. 

PRINCE PAUL. Ah, this is really interesting! I was getting afraidconspiracies were as dull as courts are. 

PROF. MARFA. My forte is more in writing pamphlets than in taking shots. Still a regicide has always a place in history. 

MICH. If your pistol is as harmless as your pen, this young tyrant willhave a long life. 

PRINCE PAUL. You ought to remember, too, Professor, that if you wereseized, as you probably would be, and hung, as you certainly would be, there would be nobody left to read your own articles. 

PRES. Brothers, are you ready?

VERA (_starting up_). Not yet! Not yet! I have a word to say. 

MICH. (_aside_). [15]Plague take her! I knew it would come to this. [15]

VERA. This boy has been our brother. Night after night he has perilledhis own life to come here. [16]Night after night, when every street wasfilled with spies, every house with traitors. [16] Delicately nurturedlike a king's son, he has dwelt among us. 

PRES. Ay! under a false name. [17]He lied to us at the beginning. Helies to us now at the end. [17]

VERA. I swear he is true. There is not a man here who does not owe himhis life a thousand times. When the bloodhounds were on us that night, who saved us [18]from arrest, torture, flogging, death, [18] but he yeseek to kill?--

MICH. To kill all tyrants is our mission!

VERA. He is no tyrant. I know him well! He loves the people. 

PRES. We know him too; he is a traitor. 

VERA. A traitor! Three days ago he could have betrayed every man of youhere, [19]and the gibbet would have been your doom. [19] He gave you allyour lives once. Give him a little time--a week, a month, a few days;but not now!--O God, [20] not now!

CONSPS. (_brandishing daggers_). To-night! to-night! to-night!

VERA. Peace, you gorged adders; peace!

MICH. What, are we not here to annihilate? shall we not keep our oath?

VERA. Your oath! your oath! [21]Greedy that you are of gain, every man'shand lusting for his neighbour's pelf, every heart set on pillage andrapine;[21] who, of ye all, if the crown were set on his head, wouldgive an empire up for the mob to scramble for? The people are not yetfit for a Republic in Russia. 

PRES. Every nation is fit for a Republic. 

MICH. The man is a tyrant. 

VERA. A tyrant! Hath he not dismissed his evil counsellors. Thatill-omened raven of his father's life hath had his wings clipped and hisclaws pared, and comes to us croaking for revenge. Oh, have mercy onhim![22] Give him a week to live!

PRES. Vera pleading for a king!

VERA (_proudly_). I plead not for a king, but for a brother. 

MICH. For a traitor to his oath, for a coward who should have flung thepurple back to the fools that gave it to him. No, Vera, no. The brood ofmen is not dead yet, nor the dull earth grown sick of child-bearing. Nocrowned man in Russia shall pollute God's air by living. 

PRES. You bade us try you once; we have tried you, and you are foundwanting. 

MICH. Vera, I am not blind; I know your secret. You love this boy, thisyoung prince with his pretty face, his curled hair, his soft whitehands. Fool that you are, dupe of a lying tongue, do you know what hewould have done to you, this boy you think loved you? He would have madeyou his mistress, used your body at his pleasure, thrown you away whenhe was wearied of you; you, the priestess of liberty, the flame ofRevolution, the torch of democracy. 

VERA. What he would have done to me matters little. To the people, atleast, he will be true. He loves the people--at least, he loves liberty. 

PRES. So he would play the citizen-king, would he, while we starve?[23]Would flatter us with sweet speeches, would cheat us with promiseslike his father, would lie to us as his whole race have lied. [23]

MICH. And you whose very name made every despot tremble for his life, you, Vera Sabouroff, you would betray liberty for a lover and the peoplefor a paramour!

CONSPS. [24]Traitress! Draw the lots; draw the lots![24]

VERA. In thy throat thou liest, Michael! I love him not. He loves menot. 

MICH. You love him not? Shall he not die then?

VERA (_with an effort, clenching her hands_). Ay, it is right that heshould die. He hath broken his oath. [25]There should be no crowned manin Europe. Have I not sworn it? To be strong our new Republic should bedrunk with the blood of kings. He hath broken his oath. As the fatherdied so let the son die too. [25] Yet not to-night, not to-night. Russia, that hath borne her centuries of wrong, can wait a week for liberty. Give him a week. 

PRES. We will have none of you! Begone from us to this boy you love. 

MICH. Though I find him in your arms I shall kill him. 

CONSPS. To-night! To-night! To-night!

MICH. (_holding up his hand_). A moment! I have something to say. (_Approaches VERA; speaks very slowly. _) Vera Sabouroff, have youforgotten your brother? (_Pauses to see effect; VERA starts. _) Have youforgotten that young face, pale with famine; those young limbs twistedwith torture; the iron chains they made him walk in? What week ofliberty did they give him? What pity did they show him for a day? (_VERAfalls in a chair. _) Oh! you could talk glibly enough then of vengeance, glibly enough of liberty. When you said you would come to Moscow, yourold father caught you by the knees and begged you not to leave himchildless and alone. [26] I seem to hear his cries still ringing in myears, but you were as deaf to him as the rocks on the roadside; as chilland cold as the snow on the hill. You left your father that night, andthree weeks after he died of a broken heart. You wrote to me to followyou here. I did so; first because I loved you; but you soon cured me ofthat; whatever gentle feeling, whatever pity, whatever humanity, was inmy heart you withered up and destroyed, as the canker worm eats thecorn, and the plague kills the child. You bade me cast out love from mybreast as a vile thing, you turned my hand to iron, and my heart tostone; you told me to live for freedom and for revenge. I have done so;but you, what have you done?

VERA. Let the lots be drawn! (_CONSPIRATORS applaud. _)

PRINCE PAUL (_aside_). Ah, the Grand Duke will come to the throne soonerthan he expected. He is sure to make a good king under my guidance. Heis so cruel to animals, and never keeps his word. 

MICH. Now you are yourself at last, Vera. 

VERA (_standing motionless in the middle_). The lots, I say, the lots!I am no woman now. My blood seems turned to gall; my heart is as cold assteel is; my hand shall be more deadly. From the desert and the tomb thevoice of my prisoned brother cries aloud, and bids me strike one blowfor liberty. The lots, I say, the lots!

PRES. Are you ready. Michael, you have the right to draw first; you area Regicide. 

VERA. O God, into my hands! Into my hands! (_They draw the lots from abowl surmounted by a skull. _)

PRES. Open your lots. 

VERA (_opening her lot_). The lot is mine! see the bloody sign upon it!Dmitri, my brother, you shall have your revenge now. 

PRES. Vera Sabouroff, you are chosen to be a regicide. God has been goodto you. The dagger or the poison? (_Offers her dagger and vial. _)

VERA. I can trust my hand better with the dagger; it never fails. (_Takedagger. _) I shall stab him to the heart, as he has stabbed me. Traitor, to leave us for a ribbon, a gaud, a bauble, to lie to me every day hecame here, to forget us in an hour. [27]Michael was right, he loved menot, nor the people either. [27] Methinks that if I was a mother and borea man-child I would poison my breast to him, lest he might grow to atraitor or to a king. (_PRINCE PAUL whispers to the PRESIDENT. _)

PRES. Ay, Prince Paul, that is the best way. Vera, the Czar[28] sleepsto-night in his own room in the north wing of the palace. Here is thekey of the private door in the street. The passwords of the guards willbe given to you. His own servants will be drugged. You will find himalone. 

VERA. It is well. I shall not fail. 

PRES. We will wait outside in the Place St. Isaac, under the window. Asthe clock strikes twelve from the tower of St. Nicholas you will give usthe sign that the dog is dead. 

VERA. And what shall the sign be?

PRES. You are to throw us out the bloody dagger. 

MICH. Dripping with the traitor's life. 

PRES. Else we shall know that you have been seized, and we will burstour way in, drag you from his guards. 

MICH. And kill him in the midst of them. 

PRES. Michael, you will head us?

MICH. Ay, I shall head you. See that your hand fails not, VeraSabouroff. 

[29]VERA. Fool, is it so hard a thing to kill one's enemy. [29]

PRINCE PAUL (_aside_). This is the ninth conspiracy I have been in inRussia. They always end in a "voyage en Siberie" for my friends and anew decoration for myself. 

MICH. It is your last conspiracy, Prince. 

PRES. At twelve o'clock, the bloody dagger. 

VERA. Ay, red with the blood of that false heart. I shall not forget it. (_Standing in the middle of the stage. _) [30]To strangle whatever natureis in me, neither to love nor to be loved, neither to pity nor to bepitied. Ay! it is an oath, an oath. Methinks the spirit of CharlotteCorday has entered my soul now. I shall carve my name on the world, andbe ranked among the great heroines. Ay! the spirit of Charlotte Cordaybeats in each petty vein, and nerves my woman's hand to strike, as Ihave nerved my woman's heart to hate. Though he laughs in his dreams, Ishall not falter. Though he sleep peacefully I shall not miss myblow. [30] Be glad, my brother, in your stifled cell; be glad and laughto-night. To-night this new-fledged Czar shall post with bloody feet toHell, and greet his father there! [31]This Czar! O traitor, liar, falseto his oath, false to me! To play the patriot amongst us, and now towear a crown; to sell us, like Judas, for thirty silver pieces, tobetray us with a kiss![31] (_With more passion. _) O Liberty, O mightymother of eternal time, thy robe is purple with the blood of those whohave died for thee! Thy throne is the Calvary of the people, thy crownthe crown of thorns. O crucified mother, the despot has driven a nailthrough thy right hand, and the tyrant through thy left! Thy feet arepierced with their iron. When thou wert athirst thou calledst on thepriests for water, and they gave thee bitter drink. They thrust a swordinto thy side. They mocked thee in thine agony of age on age. [32]Here, on thy altar, O Liberty, do I dedicate myself to thy service; do with meas thou wilt![32] (_Brandishing dagger. _) The end has come now, and bythy sacred wounds, O crucified mother, O Liberty, I swear that Russiashall be saved!

CURTAIN. 

END OF ACT III. 

ACT IV. 

SCENE. --_Antechamber of the CZAR'S private room. Large window at theback, with drawn curtains over it. _

_Present. _--PRINCE PETROVITCH, BARON RAFF, MARQUIS DE POIVRARD, COUNTROUVALOFF. 

PRINCE PETRO. He is beginning well, this young Czar. 

BARON RAFF (_shrugs his shoulders_). All young Czars do begin well. 

COUNT R. And end badly. 

[1]MARQ. DE POIV. Well, I have no right to complain. He has done me onegood service, at any rate. 

PRINCE PETRO. Cancelled your appointment to Archangel, I suppose?

MARQ. DE POIV. Yes; my head wouldn't have been safe there for anhour. [1]

(_Enter GENERAL KOTEMKIN. _)

BARON RAFF. Ah! General, any more news of our romantic Emperor?

GEN. KOTEMK. You are quite right to call him romantic, Baron; a week agoI found him amusing himself in a garret with a company of strollingplayers; to-day his whim is all the convicts in Siberia are to berecalled, and political prisoners, as he calls them, amnestied. 

PRINCE PETRO. Political prisoners! Why, half of them are no better thancommon murderers!

COUNT R. And the other half much worse?

BARON RAFF. Oh, you wrong them, surely, Count. Wholesale trade hasalways been more respectable than retail. 

COUNT R. But he is really too romantic. He objected yesterday to myhaving the monopoly of the salt tax. He said the people had a right tohave cheap salt. 

MARQ. DE POIV. Oh, that's nothing; but he actually disapproved of aState banquet every night because there is a famine in the Southernprovinces. (_The young CZAR enters unobserved, and overhears the rest. _)

PRINCE PETRO. Quelle bétise! The more starvation there is among thepeople, the better. It teaches them self-denial, an excellent virtue, Baron, an excellent virtue. 

BARON RAFF. I have often heard so; I have often heard so. 

GEN. KOTEMK. He talked of a Parliament, too, in Russia, and said thepeople should have deputies to represent them. 

BARON RAFF. As if there was not enough brawling in the streets already, but we must give the people a room to do it in. But, Messieurs, theworst is yet to come. He threatens a complete reform in the publicservice on the ground that the people are too heavily taxed. 

MARQ. DE POIV. He can't be serious there. What is the use of the peopleexcept[2] to get money out of? But talking of taxes, my dear Baron, youmust really let me have forty thousand roubles to-morrow? my wife saysshe must have a new diamond bracelet. 

COUNT R. (_aside to BARON RAFF_). Ah, to match the one Prince Paul gaveher last week, I suppose. 

PRINCE PETRO. I must have sixty thousand roubles at once, Baron. My sonis overwhelmed with debts of honour which he can't pay. 

BARON RAFF. What an excellent son to imitate his father so carefully!

GEN. KOTEMK. You are always getting money. I never get a single kopeck Ihave not got a right to. It's unbearable; it's ridiculous! My nephew isgoing to be married. I must get his dowry for him. 

PRINCE PETRO. My dear General, your nephew must be a perfect Turk. Heseems to get married three times a week regularly. 

GEN. KOT. Well, he wants a dowry to console him. 

COUNT R. I am sick of town. I want a house in the country. 

MARQ. DE POIV. I am sick of the country. I want a house in town. 

BARON RAFF. Mes amis, I am extremely sorry for you. It is out of thequestion. 

PRINCE PETRO. But my son, Baron?

GEN. KOTEMK. But my nephew?

MARQ. DE POIV. But my house in town?

COUNT R. But my house in the country?

MARQ. DE POIV. But my wife's diamond bracelet?

BARON RAFF. Gentlemen, impossible! The old _regime_ in Russia is dead;the funeral begins to-day. 

COUNT R. Then I shall wait for the resurrection. 

PRINCE PETRO. Yes, but, _en attendant_, what are we to do?

BARON RAFF. What have we always done in Russia when a Czar suggestsreforms?--nothing. You forget we are diplomatists. Men of thought shouldhave nothing to do with action. Reforms in Russia are very tragic, butthey always end in a farce. 

COUNT R. I wish Prince Paul were here. [3]By the bye, I think this boyis rather ungrateful to him. If that clever old Prince had notproclaimed him Emperor at once without giving him time to think aboutit, he would have given up his crown, I believe, to the first cobbler hemet in the street. 

PRINCE PETRO. But do you think, Baron, that Prince Paul is reallygoing?[3]

BARON RAFF. He is exiled. 

PRINCE PETRO. Yes; but is he going?

BARON RAFF. I am sure of it; at least he told me he had sent twotelegrams already to Paris about his dinner. 

COUNT R. Ah! that settles the matter. 

CZAR (_coming forward_). Prince Paul better send a third telegram andorder (_counting them_) six extra places. 

BARON RAFF. The devil!

CZAR. No, Baron, the Czar. Traitors! There would be no bad kings in theworld if there were no bad ministers like you. It is men such as you whowreck mighty empires on the rock of their own greatness. Our mother, Russia, hath no need of such unnatural sons. You can make no atonementnow; it is too late for that. The grave cannot give back your dead, northe gibbet your martyrs, but I shall be more merciful to you. I give youyour lives! That is the curse I would lay on you. But if there is a manof you found in Moscow by to-morrow night your heads will be off yourshoulders. 

BARON RAFF. You remind us wonderfully, Sire, of your Imperial father. 

CZAR. I banish you all from Russia. Your estates are confiscated to thepeople. You may carry your titles with you. Reforms in Russia, Baron, always end in a farce. You will have a good opportunity, PrincePetrovitch, of practising self-denial, that excellent virtue! thatexcellent virtue! So, Baron, you think a Parliament in Russia would bemerely a place for brawling. Well, I will see that the reports of eachsession are sent to you regularly. 

BARON RAFF. Sire, you are adding another horror to exile. 

CZAR. But you will have such time for literature now. You forget you arediplomatists. Men of thought should have nothing to do with action. 

PRINCE PETRO. Sire, we did but jest. 

CZAR. Then I banish you for your bad jokes. Bon voyage, Messieurs. [4] Ifyou value your lives you will catch the first train for Paris. (_ExeuntMINISTERS. _) Russia is well rid of such men as these. They are thejackals that follow in the lion's track. [5]They have no couragethemselves, except to pillage and rob. [5] But for these men and forPrince Paul my father would have been a good king, would not have diedso horribly as he did die. How strange it is, the most real parts ofone's life always seem to be a dream! The council, the fearful law whichwas to kill the people, the arrest, the cry in the courtyard, thepistol-shot, my father's bloody hands, and then the crown! One can livefor years sometimes, without living at all, and then all life comescrowding into a single hour. I had no time to think. Before my father'shideous shriek of death had died in my ears I found this crown on myhead, the purple robe around me, and heard myself called a king. I wouldhave given it up all then; it seemed nothing to me then; but now, can Igive it up now? Well, Colonel, well? (_Enter COLONEL OF THE GUARD. _)

COLONEL. What password does your Imperial Majesty desire should be givento-night?

CZAR. Password?

COLONEL. [6]For the cordon of[6] guards, Sire, on night duty around thepalace. 

CZAR. You can dismiss them. I have no need of them. (_Exit COLONEL. _)(_Goes to the crown lying on the table. _) What subtle potency lieshidden in this gaudy bauble, the crown, [7] that makes one feel like agod when one wears it? To hold in one's hand this little fiery colouredworld, to reach out one's arm to earth's uttermost limit, to girdle theseas with one's hosts; this is to wear a crown! to wear a crown! Themeanest serf in Russia who is loved is better crowned than I. How loveoutweighs the balance! How poor appears the widest empire of thisgolden world when matched with love! Pent up in this palace, with spiesdogging every step, I have heard nothing of her; I have not seen heronce since that fearful hour three days ago, when I found myselfsuddenly the Czar of this wide waste, Russia. Oh, could I see her for amoment; tell her now the secret of my life I have never dared utterbefore; tell her why I wear this crown, when I have sworn eternal waragainst all crowned men! There was a meeting to-night. I received mysummons by an unknown hand; but how could I go? I who have broken myoath! who have broken my oath!

(_Enter PAGE. _)

PAGE. It is after eleven, Sire. Shall I take the first watch in yourroom to-night?

CZAR. Why should you watch me, boy? The stars are my best sentinels. 

PAGE. It was your Imperial father's wish, Sire, never to be left alonewhile he slept. 

CZAR. My father was troubled with bad dreams. Go, get to your bed, boy;it is nigh on midnight, and these late hours will spoil those redcheeks. (_PAGE tries to kiss his hand. _) Nay, nay; we have playedtogether too often as children for that. Oh, to breathe the same air asher, and not to see her! the light seems to have gone from my life, thesun vanished from my day. 

PAGE. Sire, --Alexis, --let me stay with[8] you to-night! There is somedanger over you; I feel there is. 

CZAR. What should I fear? I have banished all my enemies from Russia. Set the brazier here, by me; it is very cold, and I would sit by it fora time. Go, boy, go; I have much to think about to-night. (_Goes to backof stage, draws aside curtain. View of Moscow by moonlight. _) The snowhas fallen heavily since sunset. How white and cold my city looks underthis pale moon! And yet, what hot and fiery hearts beat in this icyRussia, for all its frost and snow! Oh, to see her for a moment; to tellher all; to tell her why I am a king! But she does not doubt me; shesaid she would trust in me. Though I have broken my oath, she will havetrust. It is very cold. Where is my cloak? I shall sleep for an hour. Then I have ordered my sledge, and, though I die for it, I shall seeVera to-night. Did I not bid thee go, boy? What! must I play the tyrantso soon? Go, go! I cannot live without seeing her. My horses will behere in an hour; one hour between me and love! How heavy this charcoalfire smells. (_Exit the PAGE. Lies down on a couch beside brazier. _)

(_Enter VERA in a black cloak. _)

VERA. Asleep! God, thou art good! Who shall deliver him from my handsnow? [9]This is he! The democrat who would make himself a king, therepublican who hath worn a crown, the traitor who hath lied to us. Michael was right. He loved not the people. He loved me not. [9] (_Bendsover him. _) Oh, why should such deadly poison lie in such sweet lips?Was there not gold enough in his hair before, that he should tarnish itwith this crown? But my day has come now; the day of the people, ofliberty, has come! Your day, my brother, has come! Though I havestrangled whatever nature is in me, I did not think it had been so easyto kill. One blow and it is over, and I can wash my hands in waterafterwards, I can wash my hands afterwards. Come, I shall save Russia. Ihave sworn it. (_Raises dagger to strike. _)

CZAR (_staring up, seizes her by both hands_). Vera, you here! My dreamwas no dream at all. Why have you left me three days alone, when I mostneeded you? O God, you think I am a traitor, a liar, a king? I am, forlove of you. Vera, it was for you I broke my oath and wear my father'scrown. I would lay at your feet this mighty Russia, which you and Ihave loved so well; would give you this earth as a footstool! set thiscrown on your head. The people will love us. We will rule them by love, as a father rules his children. There shall be liberty in Russia forevery man to think as his heart bids him; liberty for men to speak asthey think. I have banished the wolves that preyed on us; I have broughtback your brother from Siberia; I have opened the blackened jaws of themine. The courier is already on his way; within a week Dmitri and allthose with him will be back in their own land. The people shall befree--are free now--and you and I, Emperor and Empress of this mightyrealm, will walk among them openly, in love. When they gave me thiscrown first, I would have flung it back to them, had it not been foryou, Vera. O God! It is men's custom in Russia to bring gifts to thosethey love. I said, I will bring to the woman I love a people, an empire, a world! Vera, it is for you, for you alone, I kept this crown; for youalone I am a king. Oh, I have loved you better than my oath! Why willyou not speak to me? You love me not! You love me not! You have come towarn me of some plot against my life. What is life worth to me withoutyou? (_CONSPIRATORS murmur outside. _)

VERA. Oh, lost! lost! lost!

CZAR. Nay, you are safe here. It wants five hours still of dawn. To-morrow, I will lead you forth to the whole people--

VERA. To-morrow--!

CZAR. Will crown you with my own hands as Empress in that greatcathedral which my fathers built. 

VERA (_loosens her hands violently from him, and starts up_). I am aNihilist! I cannot wear a crown!

CZAR (_falls at her feet_). I am no king now. I am only a boy who hasloved you better than his honour, better than his oath. For love of thepeople I would have been a patriot. For love of you I have been atraitor. Let us go forth together, we will live amongst the commonpeople. I am no king. I will toil for you like the peasant or the serf. Oh, love me a little too! (_CONSPIRATORS murmur outside. _)

VERA (_clutching dagger_). To strangle whatever nature is in me, neitherto love nor to be loved, neither to pity nor---- Oh, I am a woman! Godhelp me, I am a woman! O Alexis! I too have broken my oath; I am atraitor. I love. Oh, do not speak, do not speak--(_kisses hislips_)--the first, the last time. (_He clasps her in his arms; they siton the couch together. _)

CZAR. I could die now. 

VERA. What does death do in thy lips? Thy life, thy love are enemies ofdeath. Speak not of death. Not yet, not yet. 

CZAR. I know not why death came into my heart. Perchance the cup of lifeis filled too full of pleasure to endure. This is our wedding night. 

VERA. Our wedding night!

CZAR. And if death came himself, methinks that I could kiss his pallidmouth, and suck sweet poison from it. 

VERA. Our wedding night! Nay, nay. Death should not sit at the feast. There is no such thing as death. 

CZAR. There shall not be for us. (_CONSPIRATORS murmur outside. _)

VERA. What is that? Did you not hear something?

CZAR. Only your voice, that fowler's note which lures my heart away likea poor bird upon the limed twig. 

VERA. Methought that some one laughed. 

CZAR. It was but the wind and rain; the night is full of storm. (_CONSPIRATORS murmur outside. _)

VERA. It should be so indeed. Oh, where are your guards? where are yourguards?

CZAR. Where should they be but at home? I shall not live pent round bysword and steel. The love of a people is a king's best body-guard. 

VERA. The love of a people!

CZAR. Sweet, you are safe here. Nothing can harm you here. O love, Iknew you trusted me! You said you would have trust. 

VERA. I have had trust. O love, the past seems but some dull grey dreamfrom which our souls have wakened. This is life at last. 

CZAR. Ay, life at last. 

VERA. Our wedding night! Oh, let me drink my fill of love to-night! Nay, sweet, not yet, not yet. How still it is, and yet methinks the air isfull of music. It is some nightingale who, wearying of the south, hascome to sing in this bleak north to lovers such as we. It is thenightingale. Dost thou not hear it?

CZAR. Oh, sweet, mine ears are clogged to all sweet sounds save thineown voice, and mine eyes blinded to all sights but thee, else had Iheard that nightingale, and seen the golden-vestured morning sun itselfsteal from its sombre east before its time for jealousy that thou arttwice as fair. 

VERA. Yet would that thou hadst heard the nightingale. Methinks thatbird will never sing again. 

CZAR. It is no nightingale. 'Tis love himself singing for very ecstasyof joy that thou art changed into his votaress. (_Clock begins strikingtwelve. _) Oh, listen, sweet, it is the lover's hour. Come, let us standwithout, and hear the midnight answered from tower to tower over thewide white town. Our wedding night! What is that? What is that?

(_Loud murmurs of CONSPIRATORS in the street. _)

VERA (_breaks from him and rushes across the stage_). The wedding guestsare here already! Ay, you shall have your sign! (_Stabs herself. _) Youshall have your sign! (_Rushes to the window. _)

CZAR (_intercepts her by rushing between her and window, and snatchesdagger out of her hand_). Vera!

VERA (_clinging to him_). Give me back the dagger! Give me back thedagger! There are men in the street who seek your life! Your guards havebetrayed you! This bloody dagger is the signal that you are dead. (_CONSPIRATORS begin to shout below in the street. _) Oh, there is not amoment to be lost! Throw it out! Throw it out! Nothing can save me now;this dagger is poisoned! I feel death already in my heart. 

CZAR (_holding dagger out of her reach_). Death is in my heart too; weshall die together. 

VERA. Oh, love! love! love! be merciful to me! The wolves are hot uponyou! you must live for liberty, for Russia, for me! Oh, you do not loveme! You offered me an empire once! Give me this dagger now! Oh, you arecruel! My life for yours! What does it matter? (_Loud shouts in thestreet, "VERA! VERA! To the rescue! To the rescue!_")

CZAR. The bitterness of death is past for me. 

VERA. Oh, they are breaking in below! See! The bloody man behind you!(_CZAREVITCH turns round for an instant. _) Ah! (_VERA snatches daggerand flings it out of window. _)

CONSPS. (_below_). Long live the people!

CZAR. What have you done?

VERA. I have saved Russia (_Dies. _)

TABLEAU. 

CORRECTIONS AND ADDITIONS. 

MADE BY THE AUTHOR IN HIS ORIGINAL COPY. 

_The numbers of the "Notes" correspond with the superior figures in thebody of the text. _

ACT I. 

 Note [1]: Changed to 2 in violet pencil. [2]: Lines from 2 to 2 scored out. [3]: These lines scored out, and "we will have" added. [4]: This word underlined. [5]: These lines scored out. [6]: These lines scored out, "what news to-night?" inserted. [7]: Lines scored out. [8]: Altered to "He. " [9]: Lines scored out. [10]: Altered to "signal for. " [11]: Lines scored out. [12]: Lines scored out. [13]: Altered to "Be calm, Michael!" [14]: These words underlined. [15]: Words underlined. [16]: Word underlined. [17]: Lines scored out. [18]: Words scored out. [19]: Lines scored out, "from Berlin" inserted. [20]: Word scored through. [21]: Altered to "strong. " [22]: These lines scored through. [23]: Scored through. [24]: Altered to "martial law scheme. " [25]: Altered to "To raise the barricades. " [26]: Crossed out. [27]: The word "pause" as a stage direction inserted. [28]: Lines crossed out. [29]: Scored through. [30]: Scored through. [31]: Word underlined. [32]: Word underlined. [33]: Words "Who is there?" inserted. [34]: Scored through. [35]: Scored through. [36]: Scored through. [37]: Altered to "He has sold us. " [38]: Word underlined. 

ACT II. 

 Note [1]: Lines scored through. [2]: Altered to "you missed. " [3]: Altered to "profession. " [4]: Scored through. [5]: Word scored through. [6]: Insert "for them to go to. " [7]: Insert "dining. " [8]: Altered to "bored to death. " [9]: Scored through. [10]: Word underlined. [11]: Altered to "a. " [12]: Lines scored through. [13]: "O God!" scored through. [14]: Scored through. [15]: Lines scored through. [16]: Words scored through. [17]: Word underlined. [18]: Word underlined. [19]: Words underlined. [20]: Stage direction, "a pause" indicated. [21]: Altered to "may. " [22]: Word "I" underlined. [23]: This speech cut out. 

ACT III. 

 Note [1]: "Marat" underlined. [2]: Altered to "VERA. Unmask! a spy!" [3]: Scored through. [4]: Scored through. [5]: Scored through. [6]: Lines scored through. [7]: Insert "and quite as unintelligible. " [8]: Alter "PRES. " to "VERA. " [9]: Scored through. [10]: These lines struck out. [11]: This passage scored through. [12]: This is struck out. [13]: Scored through. [14]: Scored through. [15]: This speech cut out. [16]: Lines scored through. [17]: Lines scored through. [18]: Cut out this passage and insert "Alexis" after "but. " [19]: Lines scored through. [20]: Altered to "No! No!" [21]: This passage is cut out. [22]: Insert "Alexis" in place of "him. " [23]: Lines scored through. [24]: This speech cut out. [25]: This passage is scored through. [26]: The words "no laugh" are inserted here--possibly as a stage direction. [27]: Passage scored through. [28]: In place of "the Czar" read "Alexis. " [29]: Delete this speech. [30]: This passage is scored out. [31]: This passage is scored out. [32]: This passage is scored out. 

ACT IV. 

 Note [1]: These three speeches are scored through. [2]: Insert "for the politician. " [3]: All these lines are cut out. [4]: Alter to "Gentlemen. " [5]: Cut out this sentence. [6]: Words scored through. [7]: Delete "the crown. " [8]: Substitute "stop near" for "stay with. " [9]: This passage is cut out. 

Transcriber's Note:

 Inconsistent hyphenation has been standardised. Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note, whilst significant amendments have been listed below:

 p. 25, 'Place S. Isaac' amended to _Place St. Isaac_; p. 36, 'Prince Petouchof' amended to _Count Petouchof_.