ANGELO. Deceive thyself no more-I spake of freedom, MAGDALENE. Look, look! He cannot speak! he chokes, he shivers!-look, ANGELO. My perjuries! my murders! when my soul To horror, now the element of my soul. ANGELO. The bell! It sounds for thee, it summons thee, I hear the trampling feet down the long galleries; MARK. Off!-I will have no share or portion with you. Oh! youth, whom Heaven hath chosen Think you your crimes and murders, ye, no Priests For its blind instrument to work the ruin Of its most deadly enemy, I'm come A Martyr to the glorious cause. I open The gates of Heaven before thy mounting soul. MARK. Devil! no man of God! unmeasured liar! Of Heaven, thou bloody wretch forsworn? thou worse, ANGELO. Of the great God of Truth and Holiness, From your curst doctrines. ANGELO. Saints and holy Angels, Hear not his blasphemies! but thee, my daughter, Will I bestow among some holy Sisters. MAGDALENE. With thee, my Brother's Murderer? thee, whose guile Sir, I'm a weak and foolish maid; I know not Weak boy and thankless, whom I've wrought A corner in thy narrow bed where I Were thine head crown'd, thy body rough with scars MAGDALENE. Oh! save him-save him! I have heard thee speak That iron bonds had burst like flax before thee. It stands not in my power; but oh! rash youth, MARK. Avaunt!-away! Wash thine own soul from thine own sins! kneel thou, Peace, my Sister! I will undo the deadly crime I've done; The audible truth-and I 'll lay me down And take my quiet death-my quivering tongue And God shall give me grace not to denounce thee; With her with her-the gracious, good, and chaste, Thou shalt live on, and eat thy heart to see Even where she trusts; go where she goes- -Oh! no, Man after man, and kingdom after kingdom, Fall from the faith that perjures-murders! Hark! They're here-oh, Magdalene!-Farewell. MAGDALENE. Not yet, I'll not part yet; there's none to pray for thee But I; there's none to wind thy corpse-to weep, To die upon it. MARK. Call on Christ, my Sister, On Christ alone; cry loudly, fervently. They 're here-come, come. MAGDALENE. My child-my mother-they 've forbidden me Enter SIR WILLIAM KINGSTON. QUEEN. Now all is o'er with those brave gentlemen Go on, I'll follow thee, They died, I know, Sir, as they lived, right nobly. Even to the brink, into the grave: go on; Oh! thou that thrice deniedst the Lord of Life, So on to death, poor youth, A Chamber in the Tower. QUEEN. O Heaven! will they keep up this heavy din Worlds after worlds, confest th' immortal kindred KINGSTON. They gave their souls to their Redeemer, Lady, With protestations of your Highness' innocence, "T was their sole care and thought in death; they dared Heaven's utmost vengeance if they falsely swore. QUEEN. And that false youth, clear'd he our honour? KINGSTON. Loud He shriek'd and struggled, not with fear of death, QUEEN. Most unrighteous speed! KINGSTON. Your Majesty's prepared? QUEEN. Oh! pomp of phrase, To tell a sinner to prepare for judgment; There is no end Is it true, Sir William, Ye weep To see me smile-I smile to see you weep. KINGSTON. We rejoice To see your Highness meet your doom thus calmly. QUEEN. I am to die-what's that?-why, thou and I And all of us die every night; and duly Morn to our spirits' resurrection comes With rosy light, fresh flowers, and birds' sweet an- But when our grave 's our bed, that instant comes "T was Christ that even at that dread hour rebuked To pray even there.-Go forward, Sir, we 'll follow. The Scaffold. QUEEN. My fellow subjects, I am here to die! The law hath judged me-to the law I bow. Or proudly, humbly I entreat forgiveness. NOTES. Note 1. From the Carthusian's decimated house. THE execution of the Prior and several of the Brethren of the Carthusian Monastery for denying the King's Supremacy, was amongst the most barbarous transactions of this period, the chief guilt of which must be attributed to the unrelenting disposition of the King. Note 2. In that proud Prelate's heart a noble chord I touch'd, now harp we on a baser string. All writers agree in the unprincipled and unnatural character of the Countess of Rochford, who suffered at a subsequent period for being accessary to the He that doth know all hearts, before whose throne, bling God knows I've lived as pure and chaste as snow As ye would Heaven's. Beseech you, my good friends, Not all the good I might, ye pardon me : If there be here to whom I've spoken harshly Note 3. Shall I find justice, Sir? The singular conduct and language of Anne when she was arrested is strictly historical. See BURNET'S History of the Reformation. Note 4. This is little more than a versification of the cetebrated letter; the authenticity of which Mr. Els ap pears to have established. 364 The Martyr of Antioch; A DRAMATIC POEM. INTRODUCTION. THIS poem is founded on the following part of the History of Saint Margaret. She was the daughter of a heathen priest, and beloved by Olybius, the Prefect of the East, who wished to marry her. The rest of the legend I have thought myself at liberty to discard, and to fill up the outline as my own imagination suggested. Gibbon has so well condensed all the information which remains to us from Strabo, Chrysostorn, Sozomen, and the writings of Julian the Apostate, relative to Antioch, the Temple and sacred grove of Daphne, that the reader will be able to comprehend from his florid, and too glowing description, most of the allusions to these subjects contained in the poem. The passage occurs in his twenty-third chapter. MARGARITA, daughter of Callias. SCENE.-Antioch in the reign of the Emperor Probus. The martyrologists have dwelt almost exclusively on the outward and bodily sufferings of the early Christians. They have described with almost anatomical precision the various methods of torture. The consequence has been, the neglect of their writings; in perusing which a mind of the least sensibility shrinks with such loathing and abhorrence from the tedious detail of suffering, as to become insensible to the calm resignation, the simple devotion, the exulting hope of the sufferer. But these writers have rarely and briefly noticed the internal and mental agonies to which the same circumstances inevitably The Front of the Temple of Apollo, in the Daphne THE MARTYR OF ANTIOCH. SCENE. near Antioch, LIAS, Priests. CHORUS OF YOUTHS. exposed the converts. The surrender of life, when it appeared most highly gifted with the blessings of Providence; the literal abandonment of this world, OLYBIUS, MACER, Romans, Citizens of Antioch, CALwhen all its pleasures, its riches, and its glories were in their power; the violent severing of those ties, which the gentle spirit of Christianity had the more endeared; the self-denial, not of the ungodly lusts, but of the most innocent affections; that last and most awful conflict, when "brother delivered brother unto death, and the father the child," when "a man's foes were those of his own household,"-it was from such trials, not those of the fire and the stake alone, that the meek religion of Christ came forth triumphant. In such a situation it has been my object to represent the mind of a young and tender female; and I have opposed to Christianity the most beautiful and the most natural of Heathen superstitions-the worship of the Sun. The reader, it is to be hoped, will recollect that although the following poem is in most part a work of imagination, there were multitudes who really laid down their lives for the faith of Christ, under circumstances equally appalling and afflictive; for that faith, to the truth or falsehood of which they had demonstrative evidence in their power and in their possession. LORD of the golden day! Out-dazzling from the heavens each waning star; And What time Aurora fair With loose dew-dropping hair, the swift Hours have yoked thy radiant car, Thou mountest Heaven's blue steep, And the universal sleep From the wide world withdraws its misty veil; Th' encamped armies shake And The basking earth displays In haughty joy behold The trampling coursers bold Obey thy sovereign reign with stately tread. |