The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry — John Shaqi
The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English drama; English poetry
_Sal._ Must I stay to number 290
When even thine own's in peril? Let me go;
Give me thy signet--trust me with the rest.
_Sar._ I will trust no man with unlimited lives.
When we take those from others, we nor know
What we have taken, nor the thing we give.
_Sal._ Wouldst thou not take their lives who seek for thine?
_Sar._ That's a hard question--But I answer, Yes.
Cannot the thing be done without? Who are they
Whom thou suspectest?--Let them be arrested.
_Sal._ I would thou wouldst not ask me; the next moment 300
Will send my answer through thy babbling troop
Of paramours, and thence fly o'er the palace,
Even to the city, and so baffle all.--
Trust me.
_Sar._ Thou knowest I have done so ever;
Take thou the signet. [_Gives the signet_.
_Sal._ I have one more request.
_Sar._ Name it.
_Sal._ That thou this night forbear the banquet
In the pavilion over the Euphrates.
_Sar._ Forbear the banquet! Not for all the plotters
That ever shook a kingdom! Let them come,
And do their worst: I shall not blench for them; 310
Nor rise the sooner; nor forbear the goblet;
Nor crown me with a single rose the less;
Nor lose one joyous hour.--I fear them not.
_Sal._ But thou wouldst arm thee, wouldst thou not, if needful?
_Sar._ Perhaps. I have the goodliest armour, and
A sword of such a temper, and a bow,
And javelin, which might furnish Nimrod forth:
A little heavy, but yet not unwieldy.
And now I think on't, 'tis long since I've used them,
Even in the chase. Hast ever seen them, brother? 320
_Sal._ Is this a time for such fantastic trifling?--
If need be, wilt thou wear them?
_Sar._ Will I not?
Oh! if it must be so, and these rash slaves
Will not be ruled with less, I'll use the sword
Till they shall wish it turned into a distaff.
_Sal._ They say thy Sceptre's turned to that already.
_Sar._ That's false! but let them say so: the old Greeks,
Of whom our captives often sing, related
The same of their chief hero, Hercules,
Because he loved a Lydian queen: thou seest 330
The populace of all the nations seize
Each calumny they can to sink their sovereigns.
_Sal._ They did not speak thus of thy fathers.
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