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XII

Scene⁠—A metropolis⁠—Public place.

Festus and Lucifer.

Festus

What can be done here?

Lucifer

Oh! a thousand things,

As well as elsewhere.

Festus

True; it is a place

Where passion, occupation, or reflection,

May find fit food or field; but suits not me.

My burden is the spirit, and my life

Is henceforth solely spiritual.

Lucifer

Well;⁠—

At the occurrent season, too, it shall

Be satisfied. It might be even now,

From things about us. But look, here comes a man

Thou knowest well.

Festus

I do. Stop friend! of late

I have not seen thee. Whither goest thou now?

Friend

I am upon my business, and in haste.

Festus

Business! I thought thou wast a simple schemer.

Friend

Mayhap I am.

Festus

There is a visionary

Business, as well as visionary faith.

Friend

I have been, all life, living in a mine,

Lancing the world for gold. I have not yet

Fingered the right vein. Oh! I often wish

The time would come again, which science prates of,

When earth’s bright veins ran ruddy, virgin gold.

Festus

When the world’s gold melts, all the poorer metals,

All things less pure, less precious, all beside,

Will vanish; nought be left but gems and gold.

If all were rich, gold would be penniless.

Lucifer

I have a secret I would fain impart

To one who would make right use of it. Now, mark!

Chemists say there are fifty elements,

And more;⁠—wouldst know a ready recipe

For riches?⁠—

Friend

That indeed I would good sir.

Lucifer

Get then these fifty earths, or elements,

Or what not. Mix them up together. Put

All to the question. Tease them well with fire,

Vapour and trituration⁠—every way;

Add the right quantity of lunar rays;

Boil them, and let them cool, and watch what comes.

Friend

Thrice greatest Hermes! but it must be; yes!

I’ll go and get them; good day⁠—instantly. Goes.

Lucifer

He’ll be astonished, probably.

Festus

He will,

In any issue of the experiment.

Perhaps the nostrum may explode and blow him

Body and soul to atoms and to⁠—

Lucifer

Nonsense!

Festus

There needs no satire on men’s rage for gold;

Their nature is the best one, and excuse.

And now what next?

Lucifer

Why let us take our ease

Beside this feathery fountain. It is cool

And pleasant, and the people passing by,

Fit subjects for two moralists like us.

Here we can speculate on policy,

On social manners, fashions, and the news.

Now the political aspect of the world,

At present, is most cheerful. To begin,

Like charity, at home. Out of all wrongs

The most atrocious, the most righteous ends

Are happiest wrought.

Festus

It ofttimes chances so.

Lucifer

Take of the blood of martyrs, tears of slaves,

The groans of prisoned patriots, and the sweat

Wrung from the bones of Famine, like parts. Add

Vapour of orphan’s sigh, and wail of all

Whom war hath spoiled, or law first fanged, then gorged;⁠—

The stifled breath of man’s free natural thonght⁠—

The tyrant’s lies; the curses of the proud;

The usurpations of the lawful heir,

The treasonous rebellions of the wise,

The poor man’s patient prayers; and let all these

Simmer, some centuries, o’er the slow red fire

Of human wrath; and there results at last,

A glorious constitution, and a grand

Totality of nothings;⁠—as we see.⁠—

Soldiers pass; music, etc.

Man is a military animal,

Glories in gunpowder, and loves parade;

Prefers them to all things.

Festus

Of recipes,

Enough! Life’s but a sword’s length, at the best.

Lucifer

War, war, still war! from age to age, old Time

Hath washed his hands in the heart’s blood of Earth.

Festus

Yet fields of death! ye are earth’s purest pride;

For what is life to freedom? War must be

While men are what they are; while they have bad

Passions to be roused up; while ruled by men;

While all the powers and treasures of a land

Are at the beck of the ambitious crowd;

While injuries can be inflicted, or

Insults be offered; yea, while rights are worth

Maintaining, freedom keeping, or life having,

So long the sword shall shine; so long shall war

Continue, and the need for war remain.

Lucifer

And yet all war shall cease.

Festus

It must and shall.

Some news seems stirring; what I know not yet.

Lucifer

Nor I. I heard that one of Saturn’s moons

Had flown upon his face and blinded him.

’Twas also said, in circles I frequent

At times, his outer ring was falling off.

If I should find, I’ll keep it. It might fit

A little finger such as mine, I think.

Poor Saturn! much I doubt he is breaking up.

But for these news, I know not what they be.

Some one perhaps has lit on a new vein

Of stars in Heaven: or cracked one with his teeth,

To look inside it, or made out at last

The circulation of the light; or what

Think’st thou?

Festus

I know not. Ask!

Lucifer

Sir, what’s the news?

Passerby

The news are good news, being none at all.

Lucifer

Your goodness, Sir, I deem of like extent.

We heard the great Bear was confined of twins.

Stranger

’Tis not unlikely stars do propagate.

Festus

And so much for civility and news.

This city is one of the world’s social poles,

Round which events revolve: here, dial-like,

Time makes no movement but is registered.

Lucifer

You gaudy equipage! hast ever seen

A drowning dragon-fly floating down a brook,

Topping the sunny ripples as they rise,

Till in some ambushed eddy it is sucked down

By something underneath. Thus with the rich;⁠—

Their gilding makes their death conspicuous.

Festus

Some men are nobly rich, some nobly poor,

Some the reverse. Rank makes no difference.

Lucifer

The poor may die in swarms unheeded. They

But swell the mass of columned ciphers. Oh,

Ye poor, ye wretched, ye bowed down by woe!

Thank God for something, though it were but this,

He fire, ye ashes!

Festus

Thou art surely mad.

Lucifer

I meant to moralize. I cannot see

A crowd, and not think on the fate of man⁠—

Clinging to error as a dormant bat

To a dead bough. Well, ’tis his own affair.

Festus

All homilies on the sorts and lot of men

Are vain and wearisome. I want to know

No more of human nature. As it is,

I honour it and hate it. Let that do.

Lucifer

Here is a statue to some mighty man

Who beat his name on the drum of the world’s ear

Till it was stupified, and, I suppose,

Not knowing what it was about, reared up

This marble mockery of mortality,

Which shall outlive the memory of the man

And all like him who water earth with blood,

And sow with bones, or any good he did,

As eagles outlive gnats. But never mind!

Why carp at insect sins, or crumb-like crimes?

The world, the great imposture, still succeeds;

Still, in Titanic immortality,

Writhes ’neath the burning mountain of its sins.

Festus

There’s an old adage about sin and some one.

The world is not exactly what I thought it,

But pretty nearly so; and after all,

’Tis not so bad as good men make it out,

Nor such a hopeless wretch.

Lucifer

For all the world

Not I would slander it. Dear world, thou art

Of all things under Heaven by me most loved,

The most consistent, the least fallible.

Believe me ever thine affectionate

Lucifer. P.S. Sweet, remember me!

Festus

Wilt go to the Cathedral?

Lucifer

No, indeed;

I have just confessed.

Festus

Well, to the concert, then?

Lucifer

Some fifteen hundred thousand million years

Have passed since last I heard a chorus.

Festus

Good!

Lucifer

In sooth, I cannot calculate the time.

There are no eras in Eternity,

No ages. Time is as the body, and

Eternity the spirit of existence.

Festus

That would I learn and prove.

Lucifer

The finite soul

Can never learn the Infinite, nor be

Informed by it, unaided.

Festus

Be it so.

What shall we do?

Lucifer

I put myself in your hands.

Festus

Wilt go on ’Change?

Lucifer

I rarely speculate.

Steady receipts are mostly to my taste.

Besides, I spurn the system. Take my aim.

Festus

But something must be done to pass the time.

Lucifer

True; let us pass, then, all time.

Festus

I shall be

Most happy; only show me how.

Lucifer

Why, thus.

I have the power to make thy spirit free

Of its poor frame of flesh, yet not by death⁠—

And reünite them afterwards! Wilt thou

Entrust thyself to me?

Festus

In God I trust,

And in His word of safety. Have thy will.

Where shall it be effected?

Lucifer

Here and now.

Recline thou calmly on yon marble slab,

As though asleep. The world will miss thee not;

Its complement it perfect. I will mind

That no impertinent meddler troubles there

That tranced frame. The brain shall cease its life⁠—

Engrossing business, and the living blood,

The wine of life which maketh drunk the soul,

Sleep in the sacred vessels of the heart.

Three steps the sun hath taken from his throne,

Already, downwards, and ere he hath gone,

Who calmeth tempests with his mighty light,

We will return; and till then the bright rain

Of yonder fountain fails not.

Festus

Thus be it!

Come! we are wasting moments here that now

Belong, of right, to immortality,

And to another world

Lucifer

Prepare!⁠—

Festus

And thou?

Lucifer

I vanish altogether.

Festus

Excellent!

Lucifer

Body and spirit part!⁠—