THE VIRGIN GODDESS
 
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 C. K. OGDEN 
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 A TRAGEDY 
 
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 RUDOLF BESIER 
 
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 NOTE 
 
 It is hardly necessary to say that The Firgin Goddess is not 
 strictly modelled on the Attic drama. It was written for 
 performance on the modern stage, and should be judged as 
 an acting play, not as a literary tour deforce. 
 
 In compliance with our stage conventions the curtain 
 descended twice during the performance. 
 
 R B. 
 
 VII
 
 CHARACTKRS 
 
 I7i^* Oftiom taJctJ tloit in ihf mar hie courtyiird before the I emple 
 of Artemis.^ 
 
 Crttphonta 
 Ahhfa ■ 
 CUito . 
 Hfphititiot: 
 IphicUi . 
 The Virgin 
 
 A Herald 
 
 Priest 
 
 King of Artis. 
 The Queen. 
 The King's Mother. 
 The King's Brother, 
 A Captain. 
 Priestess of Artemis. 
 Attendant 
 
 The Chorus^ Virgins^ ff'^arriorsy Priests and 
 Citizens oj Artis. 
 
 The Virgin Goddess was produced on 23rd October 1906, by Mr. 
 Otho Stuart at The Adclphi Theatre.
 
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 The marble courtyard before the Temple of Artemis. In the 
 background L. to C.a broad flight of steps leading to the 
 temple. In front of the temple door is a statue of Artemis 
 with an altar before it. A flight of steps leading to the 
 kin^ s palace R. Deep blue sky and brilliant sunshine. 
 
 \Three Warriors stand about the steps leading to the 
 temple door. Almost immediately the curtain 
 goes up two Warriors rush in."] 
 
 I St Warrior. Iphicles hath returned, and seeks the Queen. 
 ind Warrior. \One of them standing about the steps] 
 
 Iphicles ! [^They evince excitement.'] 
 I St Warrior. Even he. Last night he crept 
 
 Through the besiegers to the eastern wall 
 
 And clomb into the city all unscathed. 
 
 He beareth urgent news. Where is the Queen ? 
 Other Warriors. What news ? What news ^ 
 I St Warrior. News of our vanished army. 
 
 [^Tremendous excitement. They rush up to the 
 new- comers^ 
 A Warrior. Now praise the gods ! 
 Another Warrior. Are they alive, our men } 
 
 Another Warrior. Return they ?
 
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 Another Warrior, Arc they dead? 
 
 Ml lt\irrior. lie will not speak 
 
 His tidings save unto the Oueen alone. 
 
 [Iffiuhs tntns lucompanied lyy two Warriors\ 
 
 The trarrtors. Iphicles, hail ! 
 
 ji If'itrrior. The news? 
 
 Another liarrior. Are they alive? 
 
 Iphicles. My news is for the ^ueen. Go tell her thou 
 
 Iphicles hath returned. 
 
 [Exit a Warrior.'] 
 A IViirrior. We deemed, my friend, 
 
 That weary of our city and our King, 
 
 Thou hadst deserted to the rebels. 
 Iphicles. [Imiignant/y] What ! 
 
 Ye dared impute such infamv to me? 
 
 Obedient to command I left the city 
 
 On perilous quest, the which I have fulfilled. 
 
 Ye deemed I had deserted ! Are ye mad ? 
 
 [ Jyhile he is speakittg the soutid of singing comes 
 from the distance.^ 
 
 What song is that ? 
 
 A IVarrior. The King hath doffed his arms 
 
 For priestly robes — 
 
 Iphicles. \_lVith a sneer] Befits him well ! 
 
 The ff^arrior. — And now 
 
 W^ith ceremony to the temple goes, 
 There to instal before the inmost shrine 
 Of Artemis three virgins robed in white —
 
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 As is our custom in the hour of peril — 
 
 And at the shrine must these abide in prayer 
 
 Until the holy goddess speak her will. 
 Iphicles. [Drawing two of the Warriors in front of him^ 
 
 Make not my presence known unto Cresphontes, 
 
 Ere I have spoken with the Queen. 
 A JVarrior. 'Tis well. 
 
 [ The Chorus of seven Youths and seven Maidens, all 
 robed i?i white, file singing on to the stage, down the 
 palace steps, youths and maidens alternately. They 
 are followed by seven Priests and three Virgins, 
 the rear being brought up by Cresphontes, who bears 
 a naked sword lying flat across his hands. The 
 Chorus, singing all the while, form a wide semi- 
 circle about the statue, the Priests form up at the 
 temple door, and the Virgins come to a stand 
 between the statue and altar and facing the 
 audience. Cresphontes pauses before the altar 
 and facing the statue.^ 
 
 Chorus of Youths. 
 
 \As they move up the stage. '\ 
 
 Long since a shepherd on the lonely hills 
 Of Arcady beheld in waking dream, 
 
 Parting with silver feet the daffodils 
 That fringed his highland stream, 
 
 And followed by her nymphs in fluttering race, 
 
 And with wild light upon her face. 
 
 Immortal beauty out of moonlight wrought, 
 
 Artemis armed and sandalled for the chase.
 
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 CHORI'S OK M/ViDhNS. 
 
 [yls they move up the sta^e^ 
 Singing wild songs that glimmering revel passed 
 
 Into the forest and were lost to him ; 
 Rut fired with deathless love he followed fast 
 
 Through h..unted woodlands dim, 
 And down still glens that only hunters know, 
 And over peaks of ancient snow, 
 
 And where the torrents of the mountain hurl 
 Thunder and foam unto the j-ilain below. 
 
 Chorus of Youths. 
 
 O fleet his feet, hut fleeter fiir was she 
 
 Whose face had lured him from the mountain side, 
 And by the margin of the alien sea, 
 
 He failed at last and died ; 
 And the wild people of the shore that came 
 To tend his spirit's dying flame. 
 
 Caught from his tongue strange rumours of a dream 
 And mystic loveliness without a name. 
 
 Chorus of Maidens. 
 And where he died there rose our city white 
 
 And lovelv as her face for whom he died, 
 And in the gracious favour of her sight 
 
 We grew in power and pride. 
 And gathered lordly wealth from far away, 
 And palms of glory from the fray ; 
 
 We sent our spears abroad, and fought and won. 
 And many cities passed beneath our sway.
 
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 Chorus of Youths and Maidens. 
 [They sing^ raising imploring hands to the statue.'] 
 But now upon the ridge of night we stand, 
 
 With unrelenting menace at our gate, 
 And cry in vain for thy sustaining hand 
 
 And for thy counsel wait. 
 O tender healer of the wounded deer ! 
 O Refuge for all things in fear ! 
 
 Forsake us not in this the hour of need, 
 O Virgin Goddess, hear ! 
 
 \_A t the last time they all sink on their knees and 
 remain thus during Cresphontes' prayer, their 
 hands outstretched to the statue^ 
 Cresphontes. Goddess, who lendest no unwilling ear 
 To the lone cry of forest things pursued, 
 The cornered wolf, the stricken hind, O hear ! 
 For we, thy children, on the perilous edge 
 Of ruin call upon thee as of old 
 We called on thee, nor ever called in vain. 
 Then with wise counsel or with sudden hand 
 Didst thou repel the foeman and defend 
 Thy virgin city from his ravishing sword. 
 Lo now, in this extreme of agony 
 Wilt thou withhold thy counsel and thine aid ? 
 Have we failed aught in reverence ? From thy shrines 
 Have not the winds borne sweetest smoke to thee 
 And solemn litanies and silver hymns ? 
 Hail, then, and hearken for we can no more. 
 And lift thy hand before the doom descend !
 
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 [//«• (iHiis (he altar, and a thiik smoke rises. 
 ^feami'hile Althea enters hurriedly and 
 Utoks atLviously about her\ 
 
 AUh<a. [Half aside] Iphicles . . . 
 
 Iphiiles. I In it low voice] Queen ! 
 
 A.thea, [/« a whisper] 1 lephxstion, hath he come .' 
 
 IphiJes. [.is before] He cometh ! 
 
 Althea. [if'ith intense relief] Ah — I praise the gods — nay, 
 hush! 
 No word of this . . . 
 
 Cresphontes. Goddess, behold I come, 
 
 Crushed and despairing, to thy holiest place 
 To offer thee as bitter sacrifice 
 This sword that never vet failed in the field, 
 But now upon the brink of doom seems reft 
 Of power to save. 
 
 [He lays the sword with ceremony on the altar.] 
 
 Iphicles. [To Althea] But other news I bring. 
 
 I fear our host hath perished out at sea. 
 
 Aithea. Alas! . . . This tell the King, but of Hephaestion 
 No word . . . And when these go, abide with 
 me. 
 
 Cresphontes. [To those assembled] Queen, and ye men of 
 Artis, hope that dies 
 Last of all gifts divine bestowed on man, 
 Our hope hath sickened and is nigh to death. 
 Those that sailed forth to wage our wars afar, 
 And crush the rival cities of the north, 
 Return not, and no tidings of their fate
 
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 Reach us ; we know not if they be submerged 
 Under the waves of battle or the sea. 
 
 Iphicles. [^Standing forward], Alas, my King ! I come 
 with bitter news. 
 
 Cresphontes. Iphicles! . . . Whence art thou ? I deemed 
 thee lost 
 Or traitor , . . 
 
 Althea. Secretly I sent him forth 
 
 To glean what news he might of our lost arms. 
 
 Cresphontes. [Frowning] Thy ways are strange and dark, 
 Althea . . . Howbeit, 
 He is returned . . . Speak out. What news ? 
 
 Iphicles. O King, 
 
 I wandered far and gained no news at all 
 Save that our ships had never reached their goal. 
 For sundry travellers journeying from the north 
 Told me those cities that we swore to crush 
 Still tower predominant shining o'er the sea. 
 But wending homeward down a lonely coast, 
 I came upon a man half dead with fight, 
 'Gainst the confederate powers of wind and wave 
 And weariness, and looking in his face 
 Knew him for one of that great host of ours 
 That sailed long since to war — Phaon . . . 
 
 [ Great sensation^ 
 He died 
 Clasped in my arms, and dying told his tale. 
 How that our ships a few brief leagues from home 
 Were seized by the storm and driven night and day
 
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 Across the tury of ur)brullcd seas. 
 
 AikI he one night w;is grasped by a great wave 
 
 And dragged into the r(.)lling waste ; but fate 
 
 Had tlung a floating spar within his reach. 
 
 On this he buoyed himself and after hours 
 
 Of atjonv was hurled upon a shore 
 
 Whence he toiled onward starving to the jdace 
 
 I found him, and so died. Now many moons 
 
 Have passed since storm attacked those goodly ships. 
 
 Had they surviveil we surely should have heard. 
 
 [.I tnigic s Hence. '\ 
 Cresphonies. Alas, 'tis certain the waves cover them. 
 So now, ye men of Artis, hear my words. 
 Shorn of our strength we have lured into revolt 
 The states and cities vassal to our own, 
 And close environed by rebellious spears 
 And three to one outnumbered, we stand here 
 Helpless, and through the gates and past the guards 
 Pestilence crawls with famine at her heels. 
 I have fought and failed, and can no more, but 
 
 come 
 Hither to-day, no warrior but a priest, 
 To lead, as ancient ritual prescribes, 
 These virgins to the shrine of Artemis. 
 There shall they stand in silent prayer immersed 
 Until she breathe her will into their souls. 
 And I myself have laid aside my sword, 
 My father's dreadful sword of fierce renown, 
 And come to pray —
 
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 Jithea. [Contemptuously'] Methinks the goodlier prayer 
 Were to go forth all armed as a man should, 
 And fight as should a man ! 
 A JVarrior. The Queen speaks well. 
 
 \Murmurs of approbation!\ 
 Another Warrior. Leave prayer to boys and girls. 
 
 [Reiterated murmurs.] 
 
 Cresphontes. What words be these ? 
 
 Think you I would not gladlier grasp my sword 
 
 And with my warriors rush on glittering death ? 
 
 The heavier task secures the costlier prize. 
 Althea. [Passionately] Ay, so you said when those that now 
 lie crouched 
 
 Without the city gates, like beasts of prey, 
 
 First raised their heads in insolent revolt. 
 
 The heavier task secures the costlier prize. 
 
 Then was the heavier task concession mild 
 
 And feeble pandering to their sly demands, 
 
 The costlier prize — thou hast gained the costlier 
 prize — 
 
 Death at their hands — dishonour — ruin. . . 
 Cresphontes. Enough ! 
 
 Of the dead past, let Artemis be Judge. 
 
 The future is mine own, subject to fate. 
 A Warrior. Fate had Hephaestion, were Hephaestion here, 
 
 Closed with and overcome. 
 
 [Shouts of approbation. Iphicles makes as though 
 to speak ^
 
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 AUhtA, \^ln a qu'uk ichtsper^ dilchhii^ his icrist] V>c 
 
 still! ... 
 Crrsphontts. Hcphx'stion 
 
 Is far away ; he has no love for home. 
 His city may go down into the dust — 
 What care to him ^ 
 Alihe.i. A lie. You drove him forth 
 
 With bitter insults from a jealous heart. 
 He loved his citv — but he loathed his King — 
 His brother — and a coward. . . . 
 Cresphontes. I'll not endure 
 
 To he:ir his name — from thy lips least of all, 
 Woman ! 
 Althen. His very name is dread for thee. 
 
 Cresphontes. No more. 
 
 \Diirkly\ I have heard enough to read thy 
 
 heart. 
 [ To the lVarriors'\ Do ye, each man to his allotted 
 
 post 
 Return. 
 [ 7 the Priests'] Lead on into the temple. 
 
 [ The Priests, the Chorus, the Virgins and finally 
 Cresphontes pass into the temple.] 
 A Warrior. \To the Queen., who stands motionless with 
 averted face] ^ueen, 
 
 I speak for these : do thou but give command, 
 And we will fling the gates apart and fall 
 Like a thunderbolt upon the enemy. 
 Warriors. Ay, speak ! Command !
 
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 Althea. \Coldly\ Did you not hear the King 
 
 Bid you to your allotted posts ? . . . 
 
 {They move uneasily away. The Queen stays 
 theinP[ 
 
 My friends, 
 Go : it is good to obey. But as ye go, 
 Take comfort. Soon may dawn the hour when one, 
 Whose valour not a god may quench, will lead 
 The ordered fury of your storming spears 
 Straight to their goal. . . . 
 
 A Warrior. \_As they go out] What means the Queen .? 
 
 Another Warrior. I know not. 
 
 {Exemit all save Althea and Iphicles^ 
 
 Althea. At last we are alone. . . . Now tell me quick 
 How found you him } His words } And where 
 is he 1 
 
 Iphicles. Under a mystery of midnight boughs 
 In a dreamy folding of the Arcadian hills 
 I met him bearing to a little shrine 
 An offering for the goddess of his soul. 
 He is a votary of Artemis, 
 Virgin and wholly dedicate to her, 
 A mighty hunter of the hills is he, 
 Far famed for deeds of prowess in the chase. 
 
 Queen, I told him of our army lost, 
 And of Cresphontes' weak unstable rule ; 
 
 1 told him of our vassals' swift revolt ; 
 How we were driven back by force of arms 
 Within the city ; of the city's plight,
 
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 Zoncii .ill about with brls^lu, relentless steel, 
 PcstilcMce-strickcM, taniine-wasted. . . . 
 
 AtthcA. Ah ! 
 
 Was he not moved ? 
 
 IphiiUs. Nay, Oueeii, he laughed and said : 
 
 ' Let that fell hound, Crcsphontes reap the harvest 
 His hand hath sown ! ' And all in vain I prayed : 
 ' Come down and help us ! ' Then 1 spake thy name 
 And told him it was thou that sent me forth. 
 
 Aithcii. [/;/ a 'whisper] And then ? 
 
 Iphicles. A great light leapt into his eyes, 
 
 He flung his leopard skin about his form, 
 And spake no word, but bade me lead the way. 
 And after many days of tireless march 
 We reached the rebel lines. Then he with art 
 Most cunning passed unharmed among the foe. 
 I left him there to spy upon their plans 
 And learn their leaguered might. Before the sun 
 Touches the sea he swore to gain our walls. 
 
 Althea. \_IIalf aside] For ten long years I have not seen 
 thy face, 
 Hephaestion. . . . How looked he, Iphicles ? 
 
 Iphicles. Bearded and vast and thewed as Heracles, 
 And in his motion free as mountain winds 
 And irresistible as mountain floods 
 In autumn, and his eyes are bold and pure 
 As are the eyes of one that knows not love. 
 
 Althea. [^Sloivly] As are the eyes of one that knows 
 not love. . . .
 
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 \_Cleito falters slozvly down the palace steps!\ 
 Iphides. \In a low voice] Althea, the mother of the King 
 
 is here. 
 Althea. Go then, my friend, but tell this news to none. 
 
 \Exit Iphides^ 
 Cleito . . . 
 
 [ Goes up to her and takes her hand,] 
 Thy hands are cold. 
 Cleito. Ay, cold, so cold 
 
 1 think I never shall be warm again. . . . 
 Lead me into the sun I cannot see. 
 Althea. Thou standest in the sunshine. Art thou sick } 
 Cleito. Ay, sick with apprehensions horrible. 
 Althea. Open thy heart, beloved. 
 Cleito. I must speak. 
 
 I have been silent long, now I must speak, 
 And warn thee of thy peril imminent — 
 Peril that comes in a beloved form, 
 And urged by fate malign. 
 Althea. Peril to me ? 
 
 Cleito. Home from his wanderings somewhere in the world 
 
 Heph^stion returns . . . 
 Althea. \_Amazea'] Hephasstion ! 
 
 [Aside] How did she hear ? 
 
 Well, and what then ? 
 Cleito. What then ? — 
 
 The avalanche of gathered doom on thee. 
 Althea. On me ? On me ? What means this drift of 
 words }
 
 14 nil-: \lKcilN C'.ODDIlSS 
 
 How canst thou know 1 Icjtha'stion returns? 
 Ami how should his return hring doom on me ? 
 
 Cltito. Listen, What time ten years ago you wed 
 The KinLj, Meph.fstion bode with us awhile, 
 And every night he slept within our walls 
 Upon my soul there crept an awful dream. 
 Against a blackness blacker than the night 
 That broods for evermore on these blind eyes 
 Stood robed in white and veiled a woman's form, 
 And all adown the whiteness of her robe, 
 Down to her feet, poured a bright stream of blood. 
 All motionless as Niobe she stood 
 Until that crimson torrent ceased to flow ; 
 Then with dead hand she raised her veil and bared 
 Her bosom . . . Lo, between her breasts the hilt 
 Of the King's sword stood out. . . . And every 
 
 night 
 So long as he abode within our walls 
 That dream returned . . . But when the hate that 
 
 lives 
 Between my sons brake into open strife, 
 And from our walls Hephasstion stormed awav. 
 My sleep passed dreamless into morn. Last night 
 The dream returned. . . , 
 
 \^She buries her face in her hands.'\ 
 
 Althea. But me this dream concerns not, 
 
 Even should Hephaestion return to Artis. 
 
 Ckito. The face of the dead woman and thy face 
 Were one.
 
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 Althea. But thou hast never seen my face. 
 
 Blind were thine eyes long, long before we met. 
 Cleito. And yet I know the dead face was thy face. . . . 
 Kneel. \_Althea kneels before her.'\ 
 
 I am blind — [Feeh Althea s face^ 
 
 And yet my hands have eyes — 
 My hands have eyes. Not living as this face, 
 But like to alabaster, white and dead, 
 And awful in triumphant agony — 
 And yet thy face . . . thy face. . . . 
 Althea. [Pushing Cleito' s hands away and rising] 
 
 I'll not believe it. 
 These be sick fancies of the fevered brain. 
 
 [Aside] 
 And yet these fancies told her that he comes, 
 And told her truly. ... Ah ! 
 
 \Sound of approaching shouts.] 
 Cleito. [Rising to her feet] What sounds be these ^ 
 Althea. [In a whisper] Can it be he ? 
 
 [The sound grows louder. Iphicles rushes in.] 
 Iphicles. O Queen, he is here ! 
 
 Althea. [In a whisper] So soon } 
 
 Cleito. Who spake but now } 
 Iphicles. I, Iphicles. 
 
 Cleito. Then tell me — 
 
 For it seems a chill wind blows upon my heart — 
 What mean these shouts } 
 Althea. \With a sign to Iphicles] It is thy son. 
 Cleito. My son ^,
 
 i6 Till-: \ I Re. IN GODDESS 
 
 Jpktdes. That borne with jublhiticni hither comes, 
 Cutio. \^H'ith suiUcn unimiHiofij My son, the King, Cres- 
 phontcs, borne along. 
 Triumphant out of victory returned ! 
 They said his father's spirit in him was dead. 
 Thcv lied, such lofty spirit cannot die ! 
 Lead him to me that 1 may kiss his brow, 
 My son, the King. 
 
 [SriYnj/ 1 1 'it mors rtdsit shouting on to the stage. 
 They fonu an avenue for Ilephcestion, who enters^ 
 a leopard skin throivn over his head and armour. 
 Seeing Althea he starts back and stands for a 
 moment staring at her as though in fear. The 
 shouting dies dozvn into si/ence.] 
 Althea. Thy mother calls for thee. 
 
 Heph^stion. [^Turning to Cleito'] Mother ! 
 
 [ Takes her hands ] 
 Cleito. [^Drawing them away with a cry] O me, what son 
 
 is this? 
 Althea. Hephasstion ! 
 
 Hepluestion. Beloved mother, it is I. 
 
 \Seeks to embrace her.'\ 
 Cleito. \J''ehemently repulsing hiyn] Away ! 
 
 The world is wide. Get hence into the world ! 
 Put the resisting hills 'twixt thee and us, 
 The untravelled deserts and the lonely seas ! 
 Go, as you love me — go ! 
 Hephd'Stion. What words are these ? 
 
 What sorry greeting after many years ? 
 
 [ Takes her hands]
 
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 Ah, but thy hands are marble cold, beloved ! 
 Why dost thou tremble ? 
 
 Cleito. Ask me not, but go ! 
 
 \Suddenly holding his hand to her heart] 
 O child, I yearn toward thee with a love 
 Strong as the terror which impels my tongue 
 To bid thee leave our city to its fate . . . 
 Althea, speak : beseech him to return 
 Into that far-off land from whence he came 
 To menace thee and thine. . . . 
 
 Hephcestion. From whence I came 
 
 To menace thee, Althea ? 1 grope in gloom. 
 What meaning underlies these mystic words.'' 
 
 Althea. She is ill and visited with evil dreams 
 Which fever conjures into warnings — 
 
 Cleito. Nay — 
 
 Althea. Be still. I charge thee say no more. Thy son 
 Comes hither with a glorious rage inspired, 
 And to fulfil the purpose of the gods. 
 Hephaestion, speak. 
 
 Hephcestion. I come to give my arm 
 
 And brain to Artis. I am here to assist 
 The resurrection of her lofty name, 
 That now lies trampled in the shameful dust, 
 To avert with stubborn force the impending doom. 
 And wash with blood these insults from her face. 
 And seal the sorry breaches in our walls 
 With the red spoil of war. Not yours henceforth 
 To await behind a fence of crumbling stone,
 
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 Like ctirncrcd r;its, a iiiiscrahic death. 
 Wli.it tlu)iiu;}i we be initnuinlK-rcd man for man, 
 Wc are mighty in a passion for revenge, 
 And in the conquering worship of" our land ! 
 O now for vou the broad and open held. 
 The shock and countershock of charging spears, 
 The long-drawn thunder of the earth that shudders 
 Under the tramp of feet and galloping hoofs ; 
 The glorv and gloom and all the pomp and sound 
 Of unrelenting battle to the death. 
 All this my presence here in Artis means : 
 Hither I came to lead you forth and fight 
 Up to a stern and iron-crashing close. 
 
 YTitviultuous cheers fro7n those assembled^ 
 
 Praise ye the Queen, for it was she whose voice 
 
 Urged me to Artis from afar. 
 The U^aniors. \^ff 1th a great shout] Althea ! 
 Cleito. [To Althea] Is this the truth r Did thy voice 
 
 urge him hither ? 
 Althea. Yes. 
 Cleito. Then I say no more. Let come what will, 
 
 I am resigned. We may not parry fate. 
 
 [Exit, led by a Warrior^ 
 \A Priest enters from the temple door.] 
 
 The Priest. The King is much in wrath and bids me learn 
 Wherefore ye raise these shoutings and disturb 
 The solemn rites within the temple.
 
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 Alihea. Tell him 
 
 We have more cause for shouts than he for prayer. 
 
 Hephaestion hath returned. 
 Priest. \Ama%ed'\ Hephasstion, thou ! 
 Hephcestion. Even so, my friend, 'tis I. Go tell the King 
 
 I await him here. 
 Priest. 'Tis well. 
 
 \Exit:\ 
 Hephastion. What does the King ? 
 
 Althea. Safe in the shrine of Artemis he prays 
 
 With boys and girls assembled. Lo, his sword, 
 
 Thy father's dreadful sword of fierce renown, 
 
 A sacrifice upon the altar lies ! 
 
 He hath doffed his arms and donned the garb of priest. 
 
 The enemy storm our gates and crush our walls. 
 
 We starve within. He prays with boys and girls. 
 
 \^Murmurs?^ 
 Hephcestion. My father's sword ! \He takes it from the altar'] 
 Alas, what depths we have reached ! 
 O friends, this sword it was that made our name 
 Shine with prevailing glory in the world. 
 Once was this sword the terror of our foes 
 When in my father's unremorseful hand 
 It flashed, a very thunderbolt of Zeus ! 
 Now in this sombre hour it lies untouched, 
 Harmless, neglected. Lo, the very blade 
 Is dull with shame ! [Murmurs.] 
 
 A Warrior. But thou canst make it clean !
 
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 ^inolfur U'drrior. Take thi)u thy tuthcr's sword and lead 
 
 us on ! 
 Another ff'itrrior. We'll follow thcc till death and out 
 beyond! [Tumultuous s/iouts.^ 
 
 I/efh.rstion. ' I'is well ; hut now 1 charge you to your posts. 
 There to await me. In disguise I have crept 
 Among the rebels and have learned their plans, 
 And formed mine own. Be ready ; for to-night 
 We sally forth in quest of victory. 
 
 [It.tfu/it all except llepliastion and Alt/iea.] 
 
 [There is a moment's silence. Buckling- his 
 father s sivord on his thigh he approaches 
 her.] 
 
 Alrhea, is this indeed thy face I see.'' 
 Althea. [Looking awaf\ Why dost thou ask ? 
 Uephcestton. Thy face ... so strange it seems 
 
 And like a memory of^long ago . . . [Takes her hands'] 
 
 Look at me. Dost thou still recall that hour 
 
 \N"hen first we met ^ 
 Althea. [Drawing away her hands] That hour when first 
 we met .'' 
 
 It was the night before my marriage morn. 
 
 I could not sleep, and rose and wandered away 
 
 By the sea-shore . . . 
 Hephigstion. And I, approaching Artis 
 
 From seaward, came upon thee loitering 
 
 Under the moon and in the sound of waves. 
 Althea. Ah, how thy presence startled me — so vast 
 
 In the dim light I
 
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 HephcBStion. And like a spirit thou, 
 
 Strayed from the shadow valleys of the dead : 
 White was thy robe and white thy hands, and 
 
 whiter 
 Thy face, Althea. 
 
 Altliea. My heart was full of trouble. 
 
 Heph^estion. We talked awhile and parted dreamily. 
 
 Althea. When next we met I was thy brother's wife. 
 
 \She looks away ; a pause, then with animation^ 
 And then how suddenly you left the city — 
 Too suddenly to bid me one farewell ! 
 
 Hephastion. Yea, for I left in the white heat of wrath 
 Against Cresphontes. From the womb we grew 
 In hate together, and as the years went by. 
 That mutual hatred kindled more and more 
 Until at length it brake into wild flame 
 After he wed thee . . . And I left my land 
 For ever, as I deemed. 
 
 Althea. [Smiiingl But thou art here. 
 
 Hephastion. {With sudden ardour] Could I resist the voice 
 that called me home — 
 Thy voice, Althea ? [Touches her hand.] 
 
 Althea. [Drawing it away] And all those many years 
 We dwelt apart how fared the world with thee ? 
 Thou art a votary of Artemis, 
 A mighty hunter. Tell me all. 
 
 Hephastion. O Queen, 
 
 How good it was to feel the long, soft winds 
 Breathing upon thy face from the unknown !
 
 22 1111- \IK(^.1\ r.ODDKSS 
 
 The enormous ocean liherty was mine, 
 
 And mine the earth, and 1 was tree to choose. 
 
 1 Nvaiulercd tar into the sunset gold 
 
 And tar into the morn, and north and south 
 
 Revealed their secret wonders to my gaze. 
 
 But in the hills ot Artemis my soul 
 
 Found home, and then my wandering feet were 
 
 still. 
 I built a hut for shelter from the storm, 
 I huilt a little shrine to Artemis, 
 And gave myself to her, and lived the life 
 Of a free hunter roaming in the woods, 
 Careless, untramelled, unallied — a man. 
 
 ^iithea. [.Is though to herself^ And yet more surely bound 
 than others. . . . 
 
 Heph.rstion. I ! 
 
 How so ? 
 
 Althea. Art thou not bound to Artemis 
 
 With vows that only death can break ? 
 
 Hephcestion. 'Tis true. 
 
 Althea. [/;/ a low passionate voiced Others may taste the 
 sweets of human love — 
 Not thou. . . . 
 
 Neph^estion. [Hoarsely^ seizing her hands\ Althea! 
 
 Althea. \In a strangled voiced Let go my hands. . . . 
 
 [She frees herself^ and as the temple door opens 
 passes out up the palace steps. Enter Cres- 
 phontes from the temple. The brothers 
 regard each other silently ?[
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 23 
 
 Cresphontes. \Harshly\ Put back 
 
 My sword. 
 Hephastion. Thy sword — 
 
 Cresphontes. 1 tell thee put it back 
 
 Upon the holy altar where it lay. 
 To Artemis I sacrificed my sword. 
 How darest thou — 
 Hephastion. I dared because I knew 
 
 Such sacrifice were loathsome in her eyes. 
 
 [ With an exclamation of fury Cresphontes ad- 
 vances towards him.'\ 
 Let be. I put it back again to rest 
 In shame awhile, obedient to thy will. 
 
 [/« silence he goes to the altar and lays the sword 
 upon it, then turns to Cresphontes with a 
 sudden change of manner.'] 
 
 Nay, brother, for I come not here in wrath, 
 But hither drawn by deathless love I come ! 
 Now in this hour of reconciling peril 
 Let us be one and burn up ancient feuds 
 And smouldering hatred of the sundered years 
 In one embracing flame of patriot love. 
 
 Cresphontes. I never sought thy hurt or crossed thy will, 
 Save in defence of my just right as King. 
 Whence art thou ? 
 
 Hephastion. From Arcadia, where I dwell, 
 
 A hunter dedicate to Artemis, 
 Among the hills made holy by her feet. 
 
 Cresphontes. Why art thou here ?
 
 24 THF. VIRGIN GODDKSS 
 
 Hcph-csiun. \ low canst thou ;isk ? Is Artis 
 
 So safely 'stablishcd that her sons may roam 
 
 The Nvorki unmindful oi her welfare ? 
 Cresphi^ntira. Ah ! . . . 
 
 This sudden patriot love is strange and new 
 
 And sits upon thcc well. 
 
 How came the tidings 
 
 Ot our sore straits to thee? 
 Ilephrstion. Through Iphiclcs. 
 
 Cresphontcs. [/;/ a changed voice^ Iphicles ? 
 Htph.rsiion. Well, what then ? 
 
 Cresphontcs. Iphicles went, 
 
 Obedience to Althca's secret word, 
 
 To search tor tidings of our vanished ships. 
 Hepkrsfwn. Well? 
 Cresphontcs. And he seems among the Arcadian hills 
 
 To have sought them and — tound thee. 
 Hephxstion. Have I denied it ? 
 
 What willst thou more.'* 
 Cresphontcs. I fain would hear thee say 
 
 That Iphicles went forth without command 
 
 To seek thee. 
 Hephi£Stion. Were that then so strange ? 
 
 Cresphontcs. So strange 
 
 I'd not believe it. Nay, my friend, we know 
 
 It was my wife, Althea, who sent for thee. 
 Hephjestion. Well, and what then ? 
 Cresphontcs. O food for laughter merely ! 
 
 Dost thou remember thy tremendous oath
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 25 
 
 Never again to pass within these walls ? 
 But when Althea beckons thee, the oath 
 Dissolves in air, and like a faithful dog 
 Hephasstion returns. 
 
 He-phastion. I am here to-day 
 
 Because I know that Artis needs a man. 
 Fighters there be, and priests there be who stand 
 Safely ensancturled and sing and pray 
 While others battle — but no man to lead. 
 
 Cresphontes. \_In sudden fury] So now at length I see thy 
 naked soul ! 
 Thou art come as ever in old time thou camest 
 To thwart my purpose and to flout my will. 
 Thou art the man to lead, and I to follow — 
 Thou to command, I to obey. 
 
 Heph^stion. Enough ! 
 
 The call of Artis shall not be denied. 
 All through the long years of thy craven rule 
 I stood aside and held my peace and watched 
 Our city slowly from that eminence sink 
 On whose proud heights our father with strong toil 
 Raised her and many wars. She is fallen, she lies 
 Hard on the edge of doom because of thee. 
 No longer will I stand aside. She called me, 
 I came to raise her up, and I remain. 
 
 Cresphontes. Thou fool, dost think I cannot read thy heart, 
 Cloud it about in phrases as thou wilt ? 
 It was her face that lured thee from the hills, 
 Her words, because they came from her — Althea.
 
 26 TUK VIRC^N r.ODDKSS 
 
 When hist thou turricdst here 1 iiuirked thine eyes 
 
 Kecd on her t:ice with hot desire . . . 
 IltphiTstioft. Thou licst ! 
 
 Crtsphofttfs. She loathed me ever and she burned for thee — 
 
 She burned for thy caressing lips and hands, 
 
 Until at length she sent tor thee, and now — 
 Hepfupstioti. Revile me as thou wilt, no whit care I. 
 
 But tilthy slander spat upon the Oueen 
 
 I'll not endure. 
 Cresphonles. Then get thee gone ! 
 
 [Efi/rr Iphiclcs and a IVarnor.] 
 
 Iphicles. O King, 
 
 A herald from the foe craves speech with thee. 
 
 Cresphonles. ['/b himself] What now ? . . . 
 
 [7"(5 Iphicles] Then bid him enter. 
 
 \^Exii the Warrior.] 
 
 \Enicr Althea down the palace steps.] 
 
 Iphicles. Queen, a herald 
 
 Approaches from the rebel lines. 
 Althea. A herald ? 
 
 What need for further parley at this hour ? 
 
 \Entcr Herald, accoiipanied by several Warriors^ 
 Herald. \Sees Heph^stion] Hephaestion ! 
 Hephcestion. Well, I know thy face, my friend. 
 
 Of old thou wast a citizen of Artis. 
 Herald. [In a low voice] And still had been with thee as 
 
 King, Hephasstion. 
 Cresphonles. [ To the Herald] What is thy will ?
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 27 
 
 Herald. Cresphontes, from the spears 
 
 Leagued and confederate against thy rule 
 I come, the bearer of pacific words 
 And fair proposals. 
 
 Althea. \_Scornfully to Hephastion\ Even as I thought ! 
 
 The news hath reached them of thine advent here. 
 They know that Artis holds at length a man, 
 Whose strangling hands shall grip the throat of 
 
 Fate — 
 And now they fain would slink like beaten hounds 
 Away — 
 
 Cresphontes. Be still ! This is no time or place 
 For reckless boasting and the froth of spite. 
 [To the Herald\ Speak on, my friend. 
 
 Herald. King, I am bidden say : 
 
 Conquest is not the goal of our resolve, 
 Nor hate the force that urged us to rebel. 
 We to the cause of liberty are vowed. 
 Yet little lust is ours to shed the blood 
 Of those that are our kindred from of old. 
 But since it is ordained the strong must rule. 
 And since we are proven in the lists of war 
 Stronger than you, we claim by right of strength 
 Lordship of all the cities 'neath thy sway. 
 Save Artis, where thou still mayst rule as King 
 And live in peace. 
 
 {^Contemptuous murmurs from the Warriors^ 
 These are our just demands ; 
 Grant these, and we with all our spears will turn
 
 2S Tin: VIRC.IN GODDESS 
 
 Homeward in peace before the morrow's sun. 
 Refuse them, and we'll tight thee to the death. 
 
 Cresphonus. Now, friend, I praise the gods — 
 
 Ilfph^stion. O, praise them not 
 
 Kre vet thev shower upon thee gifts for praise ! 
 
 y.lpprovifii:^ munnurs frotn the Warriors.] 
 
 Cresphontcs. [^Omifwusly^ What mean these words } 
 
 lieph.rslion. Didst thou not hear this man 
 
 Fling down his subtle insult at thy feet ? 
 Shall we endure that those who in the past 
 Cowered in the shadow of our father's frown 
 Should dare — 
 
 Cresphontes. Endure — I'll not endure thy voice 
 Thrust into councils which concern thee not. 
 
 Heplutsiion. But speak I will, and thou shalt hear my 
 words. 
 It was thy listless and reluctant rule 
 That lured these men into revolt who now 
 Lie in grim wait before our holy walls. 
 Behold, thev dare with proffer of shameful peace 
 To come before thee. One reply thou hast. 
 And only one — 
 
 Cresphontes. And that reply is mine. 
 
 But ere I speak it take these words : The sun 
 Slopes westward ; ere his foot shall touch the sea 
 I bid thee leave these walls for evermore. 
 I'll brook no more thy domineering mien, 
 The hot and venomous hatred of thy heart, 
 And dark intrigue to undermine my power.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 29 
 
 Get hence into the wilds from whence thou earnest, 
 And never show thy face in Artis more. 
 
 [AU/iea starts forward with a cry, but Hephastion 
 restrains her. The Warriors murmur 
 together.^ 
 
 Hephastion. Is this the end ? 
 Cresphontes. I have spoken. 
 
 Hephastion. It is well. 
 
 Althea. [Passionately'] Cresphontes, art thou mad ? And 
 wilt thou slay 
 
 The last hope of the city ? 
 Cresphontes. I will shield 
 
 Artis with my protection and wise love 
 
 From ruin. 
 
 [To the Herald] Friend, return to those that sent thee, 
 
 And say the King accedes to their demands. 
 
 And bid them homeward turn their steps in peace. 
 
 This tell them, and farewell. 
 Althea. Cresphontes, not 
 
 This final shame ! 
 Cresphontes. I have spoken. 
 
 [To the Herald] Go thy ways. 
 
 Herald. King, I will take thine answer with great heart 
 
 To those that wait without. Farewell. [Exit.] 
 
 Althea. [In a fierce whisper to Heph^stion] Then kill him! 
 Hephcestion. [Under his breath] Cresphontes.-* 
 Althea. Kill him for the city's sake. 
 
 [In a lower voice] Kill him for mine, beloved. 
 Heph^stion. I will.
 
 30 Tin; \ llvC.lN GODDESS 
 
 [To J/>hic/c's, i overfly] Do thou 
 
 Detain awhile the Herald at our L!;atcs. 
 He switt and secret. 
 
 IphiiUs. It is well. [Exit nipidly.\ 
 
 CresphoHies. A 1 1 hea, 
 
 And men of Artis, you that murmur now 
 At my decision in the teeth of fate, 
 1 pardon, suffering in my pride with you. 
 But vou will sec the wisdom of my choice 
 In the tair days now dawning on the land. 
 P'or is not peace far lovelier than war, 
 And lite than death ? We have our city still, 
 The breeze is ours, the sun and moon and stars 
 Shine for us, and we are free to go our ways 
 Unhaunted by the menace of the grave ; 
 In peaceful trust to till the patient fields, 
 And reap the harvest in unthinking joy. 
 Praise ve the goddess in your hearts, and I 
 Will lay my dole of thanks before her feet. 
 
 [He goes slowly back hito the temple. A silence.] 
 
 Althea. There is one thing to do and only one. 
 
 Hephcestion. And I, obedient to thy least command, 
 Will do it now. 
 
 [To the fi^arriors] Mv friends, I have detained 
 The Herald at our gates. He must not take 
 Cresphontes' word unto the rebel chiefs, 
 If still ye are wedded to the stern resolve 
 That death is fairer than this shameful peace. 
 
 [ They answer him with affirmitig shouts.]
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 31 
 
 Then must I do the deed that Fate begat 
 Far off in the miraculous womb of time. 
 Straight is the path up which my feet must tread, 
 And crimson is the close, and out beyond 
 Darkness. 
 
 [To a Warrioir\ Thy sword. 
 Althea. Upon the altar there 
 
 Behold thy father's sword. 
 HephcBStion. My father's sword ! 
 
 \Goes to the altar] 
 The sword Cresphontes shamed. [Takes //.] 
 
 'Tis well, my Queen. 
 Now will I wash with blood that shame away. 
 A Warrior. What wilt thou do ? 
 HephcBstion. The man who was your King 
 
 Hath sold the rights of Kingship and of man. 
 He is no longer worthy of the sun, 
 And he must die. 
 
 [He goes up steps and turns at the door of the 
 temple.'] 
 
 Keep watch before the door. 
 And see that no man enter. [Exit into the temple.] 
 
 [A pause. Then Althea utters a sudden cry.] 
 Althea. Nay, come back ! 
 
 [She rushes towards the temple door, but is 
 stopped by the Warriors^ 
 Hephasstion, pause ! 
 
 [Seizing the spears which bar her way] 
 I charge thee let me pass !
 
 32 TTir: VTRGIN GODDESS 
 
 ^y ff^arrior. O Ouccn, no torcc oi thine CAn hold him 
 
 now. 
 ^Ithea. \^In a frenzy] He must not do this deed or wc 
 are doomed ! 
 iVl;ikc wav ! 
 <y fVanior. I dare not ! 
 Althea. We are doomed, 1 say ! 
 
 Hephxstion, stay thy hand ! Hcphaistion. . . . 
 
 \Shc sinks on her knees holding the spears. A 
 pause* C lei to enters ^ faltering down the 
 palace steps.] 
 
 Cleito. Althea. . . . 
 
 Althea. [/;/ a strangled voice., staggering to her feet] I am 
 
 here. . . . 
 Cleito. Where is the King ? 
 
 Althea. Within the temple 
 
 Cleito. Tell me . . . is it true ? 
 
 Althea. [/« a whisper] What ? 
 Cleito. That a herald from the rebel lines 
 
 Came hither proffering conditions vile 
 
 Of peace ? 
 Althea. 'Tis true. 
 Cleito. True. . . . But they lied who told me — 
 
 Ah, say they lied who told me that the King, 
 
 My son, embraced that proffer of shameful peace 
 
 Betraying the city. 
 Althea. Nay, thou hast heard the truth. 
 
 * It was at this point that the curtain descended when the play 
 was performed.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 33 
 
 Cleito. [Fiercely] I'll not believe it. Lead me to the King. 
 [Althea shrinks away from her. Cleito feels 
 blindly around\ 
 Althea, lead me to the King. 
 Althea. [In a whisper] I cannot. 
 
 Cleito. Wherefore ? [A pause] Wherefore ? 
 A Warrior. Because we have command 
 
 To guard the door and see that no one enter. 
 Cleito. I am his mother. 
 A Warrior. Even so. 
 
 \_A cry is heard from the temple^ 
 Althea. Ah! ah . . . 
 
 Cleito. What sound was that ? 
 
 [A shriek sotmds from the temple^ followed by a 
 man's voice. All stand in rigid suspense. 
 Cleito clutches Althea's arm.] 
 
 I charge thee speak. That cry 
 Rang from the temple. Thou art silent. . . . Ah, 
 There steals on me a terror of the unknown. 
 Some dreadful deed is toward. Have mercy, woman! 
 Give me some little word to ease my soul. . . 
 I cannot bear this torture of suspense. . . . 
 
 [A pause ; then in a whisper] 
 Where is Hephaestion ? 
 
 [ The temple door is flung open and the Chorus 
 files, chanting, on to the stage.] 
 
 The Chorus. 
 All men for good or ill. 
 
 The lowly as the great, 
 Are vassal to the will 
 
 Of unrelenting Fate.
 
 34 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 WhcMi first we see the light 
 
 And ilnuv the living air, 
 
 While still we lie in night, 
 
 Unborn and unaware, 
 
 Fate has prepared the way down which our feet 
 
 must tare. 
 
 [ 77ft' Chorus forms, still chanting, a semicircle 
 about the statue, while slozuly from the temple 
 tiuo Youths dear the body of CrespJiontes. 
 They lay it at t lie foot of the altar and cover 
 it with a white cloth \ 
 
 The Choru?. 
 We have no power to stray 
 One step to left or right 
 From that predestined way 
 
 Which leads into the night ; 
 And even the gods that bide 
 
 In ecstasy unknown, 
 And hurl the bolt and guide 
 
 Through Heaven the planets lone, 
 Must bend them to that will far stronger than 
 their own. 
 
 \HephcBstion, sword in hajid, appears at the temple 
 door, while the Chorus continues chanting. 
 He moves slowly to the altar atid lays his 
 sword upon it.] 
 
 The Chorus. 
 But men of shallow soul 
 
 And prone to reckless dream
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 35 
 
 ^ Strive blindly to control 
 
 Or move that will supreme. 
 Some seek to elude the dart, 
 
 Some crouch beneath the thong ; 
 But wisdom steels her heart 
 And makes her spirit strong 
 To take the worst of blows and bear the bitterest 
 wrong. 
 Hephastion. Bring the herald hither. 
 
 Cleito. [In a whisper] Hephaestion. . , . 
 Heph<£Stion. Lead my mother away. 
 
 Althea. \As though awaking out of a trance\ O Cleito ! 
 
 [She takes Cleito's hand.] 
 
 Cleito. Let go my hand. I will remain. Hephaestion 
 
 Hephastion. I pray thee, woman, for thine own sake, go. 
 Cleito. Wherefore .'' \_A pause.] 
 
 And who art thou to bid me hence ? 
 I obey the King — him only. Where is he } 
 Hephastion, [After a dreadful pause] Cresphontes cannot 
 
 see, nor speak with thee. 
 Althea. Oh, come away . . . beseech thee, come. . . . 
 
 [She attempts to lead Cleito away, but the latter 
 wrenching herself free, speaks with intense 
 and tragic passion.] 
 Cleito. Now hear, 
 
 All ye that stand about me. The high gods. 
 Shedding upon mine eyes the darkness, shed 
 Light on my soul. Ere yet Hephaestion came, 
 I felt his coming and waxed chill with dread.
 
 36 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Knowing he brought with him unhappy dooms 
 And tragic issues. ... He is here, and now 
 Ye cower about some dreadful deed of his, 
 Seeking with silence from my piercing soul 
 To guard it — but in vain ! 
 
 [//<r voice riics lo a shriek] Ye fools! stand back ! 
 The thick night on mine eyeballs glimmers red ! 
 I see a horror of red on marble spilt ! 
 And white robes flecked with red ! 
 
 [She falters towards the steps.] 
 The air is dense 
 With reek of blood ! — 
 
 [ They watch her for a moment in frozen silence 
 as she staggers on. Then HephcBstion 
 draws back as though to hide the dodjy.] 
 Hephczstion. [//oarsely] What wilt thou ? 
 Althea. [IVith a sudden scream] Stop ! No step 
 
 Further! [She draws Cleito forcibly back.] 
 
 Hephaestion, make an end — an end ! . . . 
 I shall go mad ! 
 
 \_Iphicles enters^ followed by various Warriors 
 and the Herald^ 
 The Herald. Hephasstion, what is this ? 
 
 I have the King's word, final and supreme. 
 What need of further parley ? 
 HephcBstion. Thou hast heard 
 
 Cresphontes, but the word of Artis — no ! 
 I speak for Artis : in my heart the heart 
 Of all the city beats, and from my lips 
 Sounds the united will of all her men.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 37 
 
 [^He appeals to those assembled.'] 
 Do I speak well ? 
 
 {^He is answered with shouts of assurance.] 
 Althea, is it well ? 
 
 Althea. The will of Artis is my will. 
 
 HephcBstion. Thou hast heard ? 
 
 Then unto those without the city take 
 Our final and immutable reply. 
 
 We scorn their proffered peace. With all the might 
 That still is ours, and all our heart and soul, 
 We will oppose them in the chance of war ; 
 And without mercy given or mercy craved. 
 And even to the last breath of the last man here, 
 We'll fight them to the bitterness of death. 
 
 [^A great shout from the assembled warriors.] 
 
 The Herald. Oh, yet, bethink thee : three to one are we, 
 For all thy mightiest men are far away. 
 Haply they lie in distant battle slain, 
 Or under the green waves . . . 
 
 HephcBstion. Enough ! Not Zeus 
 
 May change our fixed, imperious resolve. 
 Return to those that sent thee. Bid them arm 
 In haste : for I am as one that holds with sweat 
 In tightened leash the straining dogs of war. 
 
 [^Renewed shouts.] 
 
 The Herald, I call upon the King — 
 
 HephcBstion. He cannot hear thee. 
 
 The Herald. Take him these words — 
 
 HephcBstion. No words of thine can reach him.
 
 38 THE VTK(,IN GODDESS 
 
 The Herald. The King — 
 
 Hepkcnion. \ Po in ling to the body] Ik- hold the King . . . 
 
 The Herald, [ffith s;esture o/aue] The King ! 
 
 CUito. [In a voice of appeal] Cresphontes . . . . 
 
 [A tNomt'Ht of dead silence. All eyes arc turned 
 on CUito. The Herald looks from licr to 
 Ilcphivstion and the Queen.] 
 
 The Herald. To those that sent me will I take thy words. 
 
 [Ex-it, accompanied by several zvarriors.] 
 
 CUito. Cresphontes . . . \ A pause. Her voice breaks.] 
 
 Oh, my son, make answer! I, 
 Thv mother, I alone am leal to thee. 
 Oh, speak to me ! Say but a little word . . . 
 I want thy voice . . . Where is he? [A pause.] 
 Althea. O Hephaestion, 
 
 Speak, for I cannot ! 
 Hephizstion. Mother, he is here ; 
 
 But thou shalt never hear his voice again. 
 Cleito. But thou shalt never hear his voice again. . . 
 
 [A pause ; then with deadly cabn?[ 
 Where lies his body } 
 Hephastion. By the altar. 
 
 [Cleito starts groping up the steps. Althea essays 
 to assist her. She waives her away.] 
 Cleito. Nay, 
 
 I want no hand of thine to assist me now. 
 Out of this night into the night to come 
 Henceforth I grope my dreadful way alone. . . . 
 
 [She gropes her way to the corpse ?\
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 39 
 
 Althea. What have I done ? I knew not what I did. 
 
 Cleito. [Takes the cloth from the King's face and feels it'\ 
 This is my son. 
 
 [Dreamily, half to herself^ I have not seen his face 
 So many years. When last I saw his face 
 It was the face of youth, with soft, round cheeks. . . 
 But now it is the face of an old man — 
 The face of an old man. . . . 
 
 Hephaestion. 
 
 Heph<zstion. Mother .-^ 
 
 Cleito. How came my son to die } 
 
 HephcBStion. I slew him. 
 
 Cleito. What is't thou sayest ? Ah, no, no, no, no, no ! 
 It cannot be. [T)azedly\ I heard a voice that 
 
 spake 
 Saying, " I slew him," a voice that came from far — 
 A strange voice which I never heard before. . . 
 And yet, I knew not. 
 [In passionate grief '[ Let me not go mad ! 
 I have endured the darkness many years, 
 And many blows of fate have I endured 
 Unmurmuring. Let me not go mad ! Not that. , . 
 [She rocks herself moaning, to andfro^ 
 No, no, I must be calm. . . . Who spake but now 
 Saying, " I slew him " } 
 
 Hephastion. Cleito, it was 1, 
 
 Thy son, who spake, Hephaestion, I who slew 
 Cresphontes, with the illustrious sword he shamed, 
 Our father's sword, and purged it with his blood.
 
 40 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 CUito. [She has risen to her feci ; her voice and demeanour 
 
 are of solemn and tragic passion'] Now speak. Will 
 
 none of you avenge your King? [A pause.'] 
 
 A IVarrior. His death was just. [Approving murmurs.] 
 
 Cleito. I ask you once again : 
 
 Will none avenge the King? \_A pause.] 
 
 Not one. Heph^stion, 
 Where is thy father's sword ? 
 Hephcestion. Upon the altar, 
 
 At thy right hand. 
 Cleito. Come hither. 
 
 [HephcBsiion goes up to her.] 
 Take my hand 
 And guide it to the sword. 
 
 [He does so, and she takes up the sword front 
 the altar.] 
 
 Now, art thou man, 
 Stand forth and bare thy breast and take from me 
 The swift and violent death thou gav'st the King. 
 He must not go to Hades unavenged, 
 And there is none to avenge him here but me, 
 His mother. Art thou ready ? 
 Iphicles. [To a Warrior] Lo, he stands 
 As one entranced and rigid ! 
 
 [There is a low inurtnur and a movement among 
 the Warriors. Althea suddenly springs 
 forward and pulls Hephcestion aside.] 
 
 Althea. Nay, stand back, 
 
 Hephsestion, She is filled with fire divine,
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 41 
 
 Or madness out of Hell. [To Cleito] It was my will 
 That drave him to this splendid deed of blood. 
 Mine be the glory, mine the award. On him 
 The city leans. He must not die. Slay me ! 
 
 Cleito. Thy fate was long since written on the stars : 
 Thou art reserved for some tremendous doom. 
 I could not slay thee if I would. Hephasstion, 
 Art thou prepared to die ? 
 
 He^jKzstion. [Who has recovered his self-possession] If so I 
 sinned, 
 I will accept thy vengeance with great heart. 
 But ere thou raise the sword that I have cleansed, 
 Hear me ; for tragic were indeed thy lot 
 If at thy hands I went unto the dead 
 Because I obeyed the high will of the gods. 
 
 Cleito. Speak on. 
 
 Hephcestion. And you that see my brother slain, 
 And these my hands all crimson with his life, 
 Judge also. Mother, when the tidings reached me 
 That over Artis, like twin thunderclouds, 
 Ruin, and worse than ruin, dishonour, gloomed, 
 I swore to compass her relief or die. 
 And keep her name untarnished evermore. 
 I came, and ere I met the King, discerned 
 No menace of dishonour, for all our men 
 Clamoured for instant battle and the embrace 
 Of furious death, and in my heart I said, 
 " Sunlike at least we'll pass into the night, 
 Magnificent in dreadful pomp of blood ! "
 
 42 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Hut he th;it now lies silent at thy icct. 
 Mother, e'en he that drew upon our walls 
 I'eril, and made our name a sct)rn in Greece, 
 He would have quenched with set, intolerant will, 
 This fiery lust tor splendid death, and fain 
 1 lad dashed the cup ot glory from our lips. 
 Betraying the city to immortal shame, 
 And with immortal shame smirching the sword 
 That dazzled once the eyes ot all the world. 
 Therefore 1 slew him. [//is voice drops.] 
 
 Mother, if any power 
 Could have withheld my hand, that power was love — 
 The love I bear for thee, who loved me once, 
 And ushered me with pangs into the sun. 
 But tor my land a larger love is mine. 
 And stronger duty to my land I owe — 
 Therefore I slew him. Though the steel that pierced 
 His recreant heart pierce also thine, beloved, 
 I slew him, and again would slay. Now raise 
 The sword. Mv breast is bare. If so I sinned. 
 Strike. I will go with proud, unruffled soul 
 Out of the beauty and the glow of life. 
 
 [A pause ; then Cleito lets the sword drop to 
 the grojind.'] 
 Cleito. I know not if thy deed was foul or fair. . . 
 Thy words are fair — but lo ! my son is dead — 
 My son is dead, and I am old and blind. . . 
 
 [She sinks on the ground and covers the dead face 
 with kisses.]
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 43 
 
 O lips that once were full of broken words. . . 
 
 O sweet eyes once so young and clear. Dead — dead — 
 
 O child, my child ! . . . 
 
 [S/ie breaks into bitter weepings rocking herself 
 to and fro. ^ 
 
 Althea. \_Pitifully touching her shoulder] Cleito 
 
 Cleito. [Shrinking away] Nay, touch me not. 
 
 Thy hands are also red with holy blood. 
 
 [She rises to her feet.] 
 Take up the body of my son, the King, 
 And bear him to my chamber ; on my couch 
 Lay him, and leave me with my dead alone, 
 
 [Two men take up the body.] 
 Hephaestion, if this deed with high intent 
 Was wrought, thou art from punishment immune. 
 But if thy hand was false that raised the sword, 
 And thy heart wicked with unnatural hate. 
 Then will the gods such vengeance hurl on thee 
 As once they hurled on Clytemnestra's son, 
 And men will shudder at thy name. 
 [To the men hearing the body] Lead on. 
 
 [She takes the hand of the dead man and walks 
 slowly out beside him. Hephcestion, Althea 
 and the assembled men follow them silently 
 with their eyes, while the Chorus chant the 
 Death song.] 
 
 Semi-Chorus of Women. 
 Out of the night 
 
 Where unborn spirits are 
 He came into the greenness and the sun ;
 
 44 THK VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Into the night 
 
 That never knew a star 
 He goes as all the mighty ones have gone. 
 
 Semi-Chorus of Men. 
 O not for him 
 
 The roselight of the morn, 
 Or song of waves upon the lonely shore ! 
 The fields he loved, 
 
 The hills where he was born, 
 Will never hear his footsteps any more. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Shades among shades, 
 
 Down shadow valleys strange 
 He glides, and lingers by unearthly streams. 
 And life to him, 
 
 And hope and joy and change, 
 Are vague and far as dreams recalled in dreams. 
 
 Hephastion. I would, in truth, for his own soul's repose 
 That in the haunted and eternal dark 
 He may forget his life beneath the sun. 
 Enough. He is dead. And ye that now are free 
 To live as men, and fight as men, and die 
 As men should die, give judgment. Are my hands 
 Clean .? Is the shame that dulled my father's sword 
 Purged from the blade } 
 
 [Affirmative shouts from the Warriors?^ 
 
 A Warrior. Thrice holy is thy hand 
 
 That struck the blow, and from this bath of blood 
 Thrice glorious shines thy father's dreadful sword !
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 45 
 
 Another Warrior. And we are thine in life and death ! 
 
 {^Renewed shouts^ 
 HephcBstion. Althea, 
 
 Why dost thou stand with white, averted face ? 
 Am I not clean and guiltless in thine eyes ? 
 
 [^ pause. 
 Why art thou silent ? 
 
 Althea. Bid these men depart 
 
 And I will speak. 
 HephcBstion. [To the Warrior s\ Go now, and at your posts 
 Await my speedy coming, and prepare 
 For mighty ventures ere the dawn, for death 
 Or triumph. 
 Warriors. We are thine in life and death ! 
 
 \Exeunt!\ 
 HephcBstion. [To the Chorus] And you into the temple, 
 and with prayer 
 And silver sounds implore the Holy One 
 For word of guidance now the hour is ripe 
 And chance must take our challenge and decide 
 The fate of Artis. 
 
 [Soft music as the Chorus files into the temple. 
 Hephcestion turns to the statue 0/ Artemis.] 
 O divinely just, 
 O pitiful and true, forsake us not ! 
 Much have we dared, and more will dare ; with thee 
 Beside us and thy counsel in our hearts, 
 We would assail the battlements of fate 
 Undaunted and defy the lightning.
 
 46 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 yilthfa. Oh, 
 
 Be still! How darcst thou implore her ;iid 
 Whose eyes can pierce the night of human souls ? 
 
 Hephu'stmi. [/w a strained voice\ But I have nought to 
 hide ; I spread my soul 
 All unashamed before her virgin eyes. 
 Do I not know her who have served her long, 
 And in the hinting midnight read her will ? 
 She will not hold him guilty who hath dared 
 To shed in such a cause his kindred blood. 
 
 Ahhea. What cause ? 
 
 Hephiestio)!. [After a pause] What cause ? 
 
 Ahhea. I ask thee once again — 
 
 What cause ? 
 
 HephfBStion. The cause of Artis. 
 
 Ahhea. O Hephsstion, 
 
 Thyself thou canst deceive with sounding words, 
 Others thou canst deceive, but never her. 
 Others may well forgive thee, but not she 
 Who is more pure than dewfall in the moon 
 And holy than the stars. 
 
 HephcBstion. Thy speech is strange. 
 What dark and mystic sin 
 
 Ahhea. The sin which lit 
 
 That dreadful torch that flames across the years, 
 Troy. O Hephaestion, I am shamed to speak — 
 But speak I must. Look not upon me ! Ah ! 
 Would that my face had never seen the light ! 
 Would that thine eyes had darkened ere they fell
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 47 
 
 Upon this face that leads thee to thy doom ! 
 Not love of Artis kindled in thy heart 
 Hatred of him that was the King — not love 
 Of Artis drove that sword into his breast — 
 Not love of Artis — but the love of me. 
 HephcBstion. [Stands for a moment staring straight before 
 him^ then approaches her and says softly~\ 
 Althea . . . 
 
 \^She stands silent with averted face. He speaks 
 with hoarse intensity] 
 And was it love of Artis spake 
 Through thy lips urging me to slay thy husband ? 
 Speak — was it love of Artis ? [Silence.'] 
 
 Althea. No. 
 
 HephcBstion. What then ? 
 
 Althea. My love for thee. 
 
 HephcBStion. \JVith sudden passion'] Ah, breathe those words 
 again, 
 Beloved ! [He seizes her in his arms. 
 
 Althea. [Wrenching herself free] Touch me not ! Thy 
 touch is death ! 
 Between our souls a crimson torrent seethes 
 That nathless neither you nor I may ford, 
 And over our heads avenging Fate rolls up 
 Black thundercloud ! Hephaestion, we are doomed 
 For thou, whose life is dedicate to her 
 Who is most jealous of the jealous gods, 
 Hast broken from her cold, immortal arms 
 To me.
 
 48 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 HcphcTstion. Althc.i 
 
 Ahhca. Aiui thou hast used her city, 
 
 The chosen of her love, as cloak to hide 
 Thv blasphemous desire, and thou hast slain 
 
 Thy brother at her white, unsullied shrine, 
 
 Because he stood between thy love and me. 
 Hcphicstion. All this is true. What then ? I care not, so 
 
 I have thy lips. [^Takcs her in his arms.'] 
 
 Ahhca. \Once more repulsing him] What ! art thou mad ? 
 
 Awav ! [^Kneels before the statue.] 
 
 O, thou who art most just ot all the gods, 
 
 Artemis, net his the guilt but mine ! 
 
 If thou must 1 e avenged, strike me, not him. 
 For it was I who lured him from thine arms 
 And breathed upon the fire of human love 
 That smouldered in his heart, and it was I 
 Whose furious love and hatred urged him on 
 To drench thy feet with awful blood. Lo, then, 
 
 1 kneel before thee with uncovered breast. 
 Loosen the string and let thine arrow find 
 Here in my heart its just and proper home. 
 
 HephcBstion. What if indeed she loose that arrow now ? 
 Ah ! not before such beauty is mine own. 
 
 [Draws her forcibly up to him.] 
 Althea! 
 
 Althea. [Struggling feebly] Let me go ! 
 
 Hephczstion. Never again 
 
 Save at the cold unanswerable command 
 Of Death, I have foregone immortal love 
 To hold thy mortal loveliness embraced.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 49 
 
 And would forego all things that earth can give 
 
 And heaven promise. 
 Althea. I am so afraid . . . 
 
 We are compassed round with terrors of the 
 night . . . 
 
 Up to this spot where now we stand embraced 
 
 Winds a long trail of blood guiding them on, 
 
 Those furies out of Hell. 
 HephcBstion. [Crushing her to him] Look in my face. 
 
 Dost thou not feel my love in all thy being, 
 
 And my defending arms about thy form ? 
 
 And art thou still afraid ? 
 Althea. Ah, love, my love, 
 
 Hold me against thee — hold me hard. . . . Ah, 
 kiss me 
 
 Full on my lips . . . [He kisses her.] 
 
 And hast thou loved me long } 
 HephcBstion. When first we met beside the singing wave. 
 
 In the white moon, unconsciously I loved thee, 
 
 O human face that I could never reach ! 
 Althea. I loved thee then, and knew my love. He stood, 
 
 Who now is dead, between thy lips and mine. 
 
 O well I read thy heart and felt thy love 
 
 Unspoken in the ardour of thine eyes. 
 HephcBstion. And love and hatred filled me with unrest 
 
 And drove me forth into the beckoning world, 
 
 Over the blue hills and across the sea. 
 
 And ever on my wanderings fared with me 
 
 A face whose beauty seemed not of the earth
 
 50 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 I s;nv it in the splendour ot the noon, 
 
 I saw it in the purple dusk of dreams, 
 
 And in the sunset ritual of gold, 
 
 And in the silver spirit of the dawn, 
 
 And on the white and lonely mountain tops, 
 
 And moving like a vapour on the sea 
 
 1 saw that face . . . 
 Althca. [fVhispers] The face of Artemis? 
 Hephitstion. In truth it seemed her face — so white and 
 chaste, 
 
 So passing holy and divinely sweet ; 
 
 And thrilled with adoration unto her 
 
 I gave myself, my bodv and my soul. 
 
 To serve her even to the hour of death. 
 
 And evermore that face abode with me. 
 
 By night and day — and now in lovelier lines 
 
 I see it and more perfect beauty. 
 Althea. \Trembrmg\ Now — 
 
 The face of Artemis ? 
 HephcBstion. Thy face, beloved. . . . 
 
 Ah, it was no immortal face I saw, 
 
 Nor is it an immortal face I see. 
 
 But thine, O sweet and human lips and eyes. 
 
 My Queen ! 
 Althea. Then — then 'twas I that haunted thee — 
 
 Me — me whom thou did'st worship all those 
 years ? 
 Hephcestion. Yea, thy remembered yet forgotten face. 
 
 And when I saw thee once again, meseemed
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 51 
 
 The goddess stood before me in fair flesh. 
 I trembled, and the past returned. 
 
 Althea. Ah, take 
 
 And hold me in thine arms for evermore. 
 
 HephcBStion. I'll hold thee in my arms against the world. 
 Fated for one another from of old, 
 Parted by fate, and drawn by fate together, 
 We stand, and neither man, nor god, nor fate 
 Shall part us. For the love I bear for thee 
 Hath put a rushing fire into my veins. 
 And thewed me with unconquerable steel : 
 I was a man, but now I am a god. 
 
 And 1 defy the powers ! 
 
 \_The temple door is thrown open and a Priest 
 staftds on the threshold."] 
 
 The Priest. O Queen Althea, 
 
 And thou, Hephaestion, our exceeding peril 
 Hath moved the great heart of the Holy One, 
 And to our cry she hath inclined her ear. 
 For even now one of those virgins three 
 That knelt in prayer before the inmost shrine 
 Rose to her feet with mystic rapture thrilled. 
 And muttering unintelligible words. 
 Shuddered into an alabaster calm, 
 Her wide ecstatic eyes on the unseen 
 Fixed, and her white breast heaving, and her hair 
 Blown all about her by unearthly winds. 
 So stands she waiting on the word divine. 
 Lo, then, I charge thee call upon her name
 
 Sa THK VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Who can alone defeat the iniininent doom. 
 For now at length that dreadful hour is here 
 Which must decide the f;Ue of all we love. [Exi/.] 
 [ Till C horns, singing softlw files on to the stage and 
 groups Itself in a semicircle about the statue.] 
 .Ilthdi. 1 tremble, for an end draws nigh. 
 HephcBStion. What end ? 
 
 AlthCii. Our heaven cancelled by the tides of night. 
 Ilcphivsiion. The starless night were beautiful with thee I 
 
 We can but die — and what is death ? 
 Althea, I know not. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 O twin-born with the sun, and fair as she 
 Who rose all flushed from the reluctant sea, 
 O pure with dew and moonlight purity — 
 Artemis, hear our prayer ! 
 
 Hephcrstion. Goddess, thy faithful city, thy beloved. 
 The nursling reared upon thy virgin breast. 
 Stands now at bay, her back against the night, 
 Her reckless front opposed to many spears. 
 She knows not fear ; but pauses and awaits 
 Ere yet she storm the bastioned heights of doom, 
 Thy word of counsel or thy promised aid. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 O brilliant huntress in the glades of night, 
 And fleeter-footed than the flying light. 
 And sure of hand and terrible to smite — 
 Artemis, hear our prayer !
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 53 
 
 Althea. O thou whom passion never led astray, 
 Coldly impartial and serenely just, 
 If any here have erred against thy will, 
 On them let fall the arrows of thy wrath, 
 But to the innocent extend thy hand. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 To thee the stricken and the helpless creep, 
 Thou giv'st to those whom life hath wounded deep 
 A death more delicate than dreamless sleep — 
 Artemis, hear our prayer ! 
 
 [ The door of the temple opens , and on the threshold 
 
 stands one of the three Virgins. Her aspect 
 
 IS wild and menacing. She glides forward^ 
 
 Virgin. Enough ! The Holy One hath heard our prayer. 
 
 Althea. Hephasstion, shield me from that woman's eyes, 
 
 Fiery with accusing menace ! 
 Virgin. [Staring ominously at Althea'] She 
 
 Hath spoken her unalterable decree 
 Into mine ears, and she must be obeyed. 
 Althea. [Staggering hack in terror'] Avert thine eyes ! 
 HephcBstion. Speak and have done. 
 
 Althea — 
 Althea. [In a frenzy of fear] I cannot bear the horror of 
 that gaze — 
 I see a sword hovering above my breast — 
 I feel the solid earth slipping away 
 
 From under my feet ! The dark 
 
 [She falls in a swoon to the ground?^
 
 54 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 HephiTsiion. [Bending over A/f/iea] She hath swooned away. 
 Althea . . . she is white and still as death. 
 [Ftc'rce/\ to the Virgin] But mc thou canst not wither 
 with thine eyes, 
 Nor with thy tongue. Speak, out! 
 
 I'irgin. I prayed within, 
 
 When suddenly upon my soul there swept 
 Unearthly music from the hills of dream 
 And alien darkness from beyond the world. 
 Then a white star rose singing in the gloom, 
 Grew large, and like a vast and luminous rose, 
 Unfolding delicate petals one by one. 
 Disclosed a heart intolerably bright. 
 And from that brightness, like an odour, breathed 
 The voice of Artemis, and spake : 
 
 " Hephaestion, 
 Whose life was dedicate to none save me, 
 Lured by the fair flesh of his brother's wife, 
 Hath scorned his vow and slain his brother, and sought 
 To veil his wickedness in patriot love. 
 Therefore shall Artis sink into the dust, 
 And all her people to the dead go down. 
 Unless Hephaestion take his father's sword 
 And slay Althea as sacrifice to me 
 Ere the sun disappear into the wave. 
 Nor shall he leave this precinct where he stands 
 And join the battle ere this deed be done. 
 I have spoken." 
 
 And the luminous blossom closed
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 55 
 
 Its petals, dwindled to a star, and sank, 
 And the great darkness lifted from my soul. 
 
 [Silence. HephcBStion stands j)iotionless, staring 
 straight in front of him. Shouting without. 
 Iphicles and several Warriors rush in.] 
 Iphicles. Hephaestion, tarry not ! Beyond our walls 
 The broad plain glitters with advancing steel : 
 The foe have risen, and like a wave they roll 
 Against us. 
 
 IHe perceives Hephcestion's tragic silence and 
 immobility. His voice drops uneasily^ 
 
 Take thy father's sword — 
 
 \_Heph(2stion stands as before. A Warrior touches 
 Iphicles' armP[ 
 
 Warrior. [In a whisper, pointing to Aithea'] The Queen — 
 Iphicles. Is the Queen dead ? 
 
 [A Warrior hands Iphicles the sword, which he 
 puts into Hephastion's hand.] 
 
 Come, take thy father's sword — 
 
 [HepkcBStion startds immovable and the sword 
 drops out of his hand. They all stare at him 
 
 in. awe- struck amazement.^ 
 
 Iphicles. What ails thee, lord ? 
 
 Hephastion. [Rousing himself] What ails me ^ Nothing — 
 
 What mean'st thou ? 
 Iphicles. Has the goddess spoken her will ? 
 
 * It was here that the curtain descended for the second time.
 
 56 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Hcph<tstion. {Pointing to the ^irgin^ Nay, but that woman 
 from hcT ruined mind 
 Hath raved delirious fury. 
 IphicUs. [Pointing to Altheci] And the Queen ? 
 Hcphcsstion. [Falh on his knees beside Althea'\ h\\.\\Q?i\ . . . 
 I thank the gods she swooned away 
 Before that madness smote upon her cars. . . . 
 White as the dead and very cold . . . Althea. . . . 
 
 \He holds her in his arvis and (^accs into her face. 
 Then he raises her up and says to one of the 
 IVarriors] 
 
 Bear her within and bid the women tend her, 
 And at her door keep watch. 
 
 [A Warrior takes Althea in his ar)ns.'\ 
 She must not hear 
 The slenderest rumour of these frenzied words — 
 No, not a breath. 
 
 [Clasps AltJuds hand and gazes into her face ^ 
 
 Still cold, still cold, my Queen. 
 
 Go. . . . {Exit the Warrior^ hearing Althea.^ 
 
 Iphicles. And those words, Hephasstion, what were they .-^ 
 
 Heph^stion. What meanest thou ^ 
 
 Iphicles. The words yon Virgin spake. 
 
 HepIicBstion. {Fiercely] I'll sully not my lips repeating 
 them. 
 {Picks up his sword] Come, for the foe await us. 
 Virgin. Iphicles, 
 
 Our goddess hath decreed that Artis reel
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 57 
 
 With all her people back into the dust, 
 
 Unless 
 
 HephcBstion. I charge thee hold thy peace and go. 
 
 I'll not endure thy speech again. 
 Virgin. Hephasstion, 
 
 Beware lest blacker hurricane of wrath 
 Descend upon thee. That which I have heard 
 That must I speak for all the world to hear. 
 Because this man desired his brother's wife 
 He killed his brother and brake his deathless vows : 
 Therefore shall ruin rush upon the city 
 Unless he slay the woman whom he loves 
 Ere the sun disappear into the sea. \^Constemation.'\ 
 A Warrior. [In a whisper'] The Queen } 
 Virgin, The Queen. 
 
 Iphicles. \Dully\ Unless he slay the Queen ? 
 
 HephcBstion. Was I not right ? Long prayer hath wrecked 
 her soul. 
 Leave her to rave and follow me. [He moves off.^ 
 Virgin. Hephasstion, 
 
 It was decreed thou should'st not go to battle 
 Before that awful sacrifice was made. 
 HepJuBstion. [Defiantly'] Ah ! who hath force to hold my 
 war-ward feet ? 
 Come ! 
 
 [He takes a few steps, then suddenly stops, as 
 though arrested, and staggers back, his face 
 transfixed with terror. He puts his hand 
 over his eyes and stands for a moment 
 breathing hard.^
 
 58 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 A IVarrior. [In <; ichispir] Is he smitten ? 
 IphicUs Lord . . . what alls thee ? Lord ? 
 
 [Hcphastiofi stamis ri^iii. The Warriors whisper 
 together.^ 
 Hush ! 
 HephrsttGH. \I)t ii fiiini, tremuhus voice'] Iphicles. . . . 
 Iphiclcs. I am here. 
 
 Hephttstion. [Slowly reaching out his hand] Give me thy 
 hand. 
 I stand as in a night without a star . , . 
 1 am afeared. . . . [Clutches Iphicles' hand] 
 
 Thy hand. ... Ah ! hold me fast ! 
 I am all benumbed. . . . Iphicles, something, 
 
 something 
 Laid on my heart a viewless clutch of ice. 
 I could not move — I dared not move — 
 
 [He stands for a moment staring straight in front 
 of him, then suddenly fiiyigs IpJiicles aside.] 
 Away ! 
 I'll not be stayed by all the gods in Heaven ! 
 I'll strangle opposition with these hands ! 
 I'll— 
 
 [He moves determinedly away, and is once again 
 invisibly arrested., and staggers backwards., 
 dropping his sword on to the ground. He 
 stands for a moment rigid, while the 
 Warriors whisper excitedly together?^ 
 
 [Shouting without. Two Warriors enter hur- 
 riedly^ 
 
 A Warrior. Where is he } Hephasstion, come !
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 59 
 
 .Another Warrior. The foe 
 
 Have gained that breach they made against the south ! 
 They crushed us backward with resistless spears. 
 Give us thine arm and tarry not ! 
 
 \A pause. He glances around him bewildered 
 and realises Hephcestions strained posture. 
 His voice changes. '\ 
 
 Hephaestion . . . 
 Hephcestion. [After a pause., in a dull., weak voice to 
 himself^ The blood thaws in my veins. I hear 
 my heart 
 Beating and feel my strength return. The dream 
 Hath passed away. For dream it was — a dream — 
 That horror of blind force that held my soul 
 Captive, and utterly destroyed my will, 
 Unmanned me quite^ and robbed me of my power — 
 A dream — no more — and now — 
 
 \He seems to pull hitnself together^ 
 Now must I take my sword — my father's sword — 
 The sword I cleansed, and go into the fight. 
 
 yiphicles picks up the sword.] 
 They called me : they are pressed. I must get hence, 
 i^nd lead them on. I swore to lead them on 
 To victory or death . . . my sword . . . 
 Iphicles. \_Handing it to him~\ 'Tis here. 
 
 \Hephcestion takes the sword and stands motion- 
 less., staring wildly before him.'] 
 A Warrior. \In a whisper\ What is it ? 
 Another Warrior. He is accursed. 
 
 Iphicles. [Touching HephcBstion's arni] Hephaestion, speak.
 
 6o THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Hephicst'ion. [In a dead voice] Something hath sapped my 
 cour.ige at the source. 
 My limbs arc matiacled. I dare not move 
 Against that viewless barrier again. 
 I am und«MK*. . . . Leave me alone. . . . 
 
 [//<• zcavcs them all aside, and half turning 
 towards the temple, perceives the Virgin. 
 He stiffens zvith sudden fury. \ 
 
 Ah, thou, 
 White sorceress, take thine eyes from ofF my face, 
 And trom my spirit lift these spells of thine ! 
 
 [He advances menacingly towards the steps \ 
 1 charge thee break these gyves invisible 
 That bind me hand and foot. By all the gods, 
 I will assail thy magic at the heart 
 And send thy soul into the hideous night 
 From whence it rose, and free mine own ! 
 
 \He viakes a sudden rush towards her, but 
 Ip hides and Warriors intervene.'] 
 
 Stand back ! 
 [He assails thon furiously.'] 
 Iphicles. [Struggling with him\ Hephaestion, art thou mad .'' 
 HephcBStion. [In a frenzy] Stand back, 1 say! 
 
 See how she smiles on me with hate of hell. 
 I will obliterate that face ! Let go ! 
 Unhand me, or, by Zeus ! I'll cut my way 
 Through flesh and bone to reach her where she stands 
 Weaving my ruin ! [He struggles madly.] 
 
 A Warrior. She is holy and pure. 
 
 Iphicles. Lord, I implore thee !
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 6i 
 
 'Virgin, [//earing her voice^ //ephcestion ceases to struggle.'] 
 
 Harken to my words, 
 Nor waste thyself in fury on my head. 
 I am but the passive instrument wherethrough 
 Artemis breathes her will, and in thy heart, 
 Hephasstion, well thou knowest I am true 
 And speak what I have heard. I hate thee not : 
 Rather I pity thee as the sport of fate 
 And Queen Althea, whose beauty lured thee on. 
 But when the gods speak they must be obeyed. 
 Resistance is in vain : be thou resigned, 
 And take the awful punishment decreed. 
 
 [The Virgin turns and glides slowly back into the 
 temple. A long pause.'] 
 
 //ephcBstion. [Unsteadily] Why stand you here.'' The 
 
 battle calls you. Go ! 
 [/phicles. And thou, Hephaestion .f* 
 ,Hephcestion. [Fiercely] What of me ? Away ! 
 A Warrior. In vain, for now we battle without hope. 
 //ephcBstion. [/n sudden fury] Thou liest ! 
 
 [Springs upon the man and clutches his throat.] 
 A Warrior. Let go . . . 
 
 //ephcBStion. Unsay those words ! 
 
 /phicles. [Restraining //ephcestion] My lord ! 
 
 Hephcestion. [//urling the man o_ff] What meant that fellow 
 with his craven lie } [//e glares around him] 
 
 Dream not all strength has withered from mine arm. 
 Let him that holds the words yon woman spoke 
 For truth inspired by Artemis stand forth —
 
 62 THE VIRGIN GODDESS ! 
 
 I'll prove him liiir with my naked hands, 
 And tear his body and soul asunder. 
 
 I phi c Us. [Affer ii silcHic'] Lord, 
 
 I know the holy Virgin's words were true. 
 
 Hcphtxit'ton. Iphicles, thou ! 
 
 Iphicles. Alas, my lord, alas ! 
 
 Why should we blind our eyes against the truth, 
 Or fly the thing we never can escape ^ 
 I know with heavv heart, and thou — nav, hear me — 
 Thou knowest as surely that our doom is sealed : 
 That Artis and her people are condemned 
 Unless thou slay the Queen. 
 
 HephcBstion. What then .'' 
 
 Iphicles, I know not : 
 
 I am thy servant and obey thy will. 
 
 HtphcBStion. 'Tis well. Then take my will and get thee 
 gone. 
 Even were that woman's frenzy high inspired 
 By the unsparing purpose of the gods 
 And urged by all the tyranny of fate, 
 I would oppose it to the latest breath, 
 And final ebb of power to grasp my sword. 
 And had each man of Artis myriad lives, 
 And every life were an agony to lose, 
 And all were lost unless I slew the Queen — 
 Then should the Queen live and those others die, 
 Woman and man and child. Are ye content ? 
 
 \A silence.'] 
 Then get ye gone. \_Iphicles and Warriors move off.]
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 63 
 
 Iphicles. \Turning with an imploring gesture] Hephaestion, 
 
 hear me 
 
 HephcBStion. Go ! 
 
 \_Exeunt all save HephcQstion and Chorus?^ 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 \While HephcBStion stands motionless^ staring 
 straight before him.'] 
 
 Not in slow decay 
 
 And retreating light 
 Let me go my way 
 
 Back into the night, 
 But in flare and fury of unyielding fight. 
 
 Let not weeping eyes 
 
 Be the last I see, 
 Sorrow-laden sighs 
 
 Close the ears of me : 
 These for slaves and women : I am man and free. 
 
 Lo, in glittering pride 
 
 And with eyes aglow, 
 As unto a bride 
 
 Singing as they go 
 Down upon us wavelike roll the splendid foe. 
 
 And the blaze and sound 
 
 Turn my soul to fire, 
 And my pulses bound 
 
 With supreme desire, 
 Valour Heraclean, strength that cannot tire.
 
 64 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Force h;is met with force. 
 
 Steel encountered steel : 
 Hero, man ^nd horse 
 
 Crash and sway and reel . . . 
 Never singer chanted half the joy 1 feel. 
 
 This is life : to keep 
 
 Steadf^ist to the light. 
 This is death : to leap 
 
 From the topmost height 
 Of ecstatic being straight into the night. 
 
 Hc/^h(rstion. [Ptissionaie/y] linough ! Why torture me 
 with songs of battle, 
 Who am denied the privilege of death? 
 One of the Chorus. There is naught left to pray for but 
 that death 
 Come as the lightning comes and linger not. 
 HephcBStion. Leave me alone. 
 
 One of the Chorus. [As the others file into the temple^ Look 
 westward, lord : the sun 
 Sheds a long path of gold across the sea. 
 
 [ The sunlight deepens in colour until the close of 
 the Act.] 
 
 [Exit the CJwrus into the temple.l 
 [A pause. Then Hephcestion gazing westward^ 
 cries out with tragic passion] 
 Hephcestion. O stay thy coursers but a little while ! 
 For bound, O Helios, to thy golden car 
 Roll to the water more tremendous dooms 
 Than ever threatened man since Troy went down 
 Palled in funereal smoke.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 65 
 
 [^He turns] I am alone . . . 
 
 Have I the fortitude to face the truth 
 
 And look avenging Fate between the eyes? 
 
 I am alone. 
 
 \^A note of fear creeps into his voice] Am I alone ? 
 
 \ln sudden terror] There stands 
 
 One in the sunlight whom I cannot see. 
 
 She binds my feet, she robs me of my power. 
 
 She reads with smiling cruelty my heart 
 
 Writ large with helpless passion and despair. 
 
 She moves upon me like a wind of night 
 
 Blowing from hills of ice . . .1 feel her breath 
 
 Upon my face . . . Artemis . . . Artemis. . . . 
 
 YHe gradually pulls himself together] No ! 
 
 Why should 1 fear who never feared before ? 
 
 I will stand up and take my doom with pride. 
 
 And go with all my people to the dead, 
 
 Conquered and yet unbroken to the end. 
 
 Yea, Artemis, and mercy from thy hands 
 
 Would I reject because it came from thee, 
 
 Who art most callous of the callous gods. 
 
 And cruellest, being cold as moonlight. 
 
 [^Cleito slowly descends the palace steps led by a 
 girl.] 
 
 Ah, 
 Mother, thou com'st in favourable hour 
 To flaunt thy triumph and to mock thy son, 
 Cleito. I triumph not, nor mock thee in thy fall. 
 Justice I asked and justice I received. 
 
 E
 
 66 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 The gods h.ivc p;iid thcc justly tor th\ crime. 
 
 Where is Althc:i? 
 Ui'phiVsiion. She hath swooned away 
 
 And lies within her chamber. 
 CUito. Then slie heard 
 
 Thy sentence ? 
 Jlcpluestion. Nay, she swooned ere it was spoken. 
 
 CUito. [/;/ a voice uf intense hatred] Let her not die 
 unconscious of her doom : 
 
 She must return to lite betore the end, 
 
 And realise the sweetness of the sun, 
 
 And all the horror which her face hath wrought. 
 
 And all the loathing ot the immortal gods, 
 
 And all the hatred that she leaves behind. 
 I/ephcBStion. Be still ! I'll not endure thy inhuman tongue ! 
 
 Old woman, let thy bloody fancies brood 
 
 On Artis fallen and her people dead, 
 
 Not on Althea sacrificed by me. 
 
 I would not slay her for a thousand cities. 
 
 Nor at the mandate of a thousand gods. 
 Cleito. Would not ! Thou fool ! Dost pit thy human will 
 
 'Gainst the unconquerable will of Fate ? 
 
 Kill her thou must, for so it was ordained 
 
 Before thine eyelids opened on the sun. 
 HephcBstion. What meanest thou ? 
 Cleito. Long since in dream I saw 
 
 Althea dead, and she was slain by thee. 
 IlephcBition. I care not for thy dreams.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 67 
 
 C lei to. [Touching his arm and in a changed voice'X 
 
 Hephasstlon, 
 I have borne two sons, and one of them is not, 
 And one still lives, and though his hands are red 
 With a deed fiercer than Orestes wrought, 
 And though on him the fury of the gods 
 Sweeps like a storm, his destiny is still 
 Magnificent with glory far away. 
 Up then, and linger not ! Thy path is clear, 
 The atoning sacrifice awaits thy hand, 
 With victory for us and peace for thee. 
 
 [y4 pause. Hephtssiion stands molwnless.] 
 Where stands the sun ? 
 
 Attendant. It reddens toward the sea. 
 
 Cleito. Then must this deed be done and on the instant. 
 Hephaestion, answer me. . . . Hephaestion ! 
 
 [^A pause. He stands motionless^ 
 Hephaestion, art thou turned to stone ? 
 
 HephcBstion. Alas ! 
 
 Would I were stone, and not this flesh and blood 
 
 That burns and shudders in the cruel gin 
 
 Which those high powers whose sport is human pain 
 
 Cunningly baited for mine overthrow . . . 
 
 To quench the love-light in thine eyes, my Queen, 
 
 And the love-murmur on thy lips — no — no ! — 
 
 It cannot be — it shall not be ! 
 
 \Flinging off Cleito' s hand.] 
 Away ! 
 Thy murderous tongue would lure me from the path
 
 68 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Which I resolve unfalteringly to tread. 
 If naught but this foul sacrifice can suvc 
 Artis fVom ruin, then let Artis go 
 The way of'Triiy,and — \^Distiittl shouting from wilJiout.'l 
 
 Ah! 
 Cldto. Be still and hark! 
 
 [ T/ic shouting grows louder?^ 
 
 Those sounds approach. I hear the wail of women, 
 
 The cry of children . . . 
 
 '[Her voice sharp with fear'] Ah, the streets run blood ! 
 
 The towers are wrapt in unremorseful fire ! 
 
 Is it too late ? HcphcTStion, tell me quick — 
 
 Is the sun's foot upon the sea ? 
 HephcBStion. Not yet. 
 
 Cieito. Then fetch the Queen. I charge thee fetch the 
 Queen ! 
 
 Where is thy father's sword? Why lingerest thou? 
 
 Hast thou no ears? \The cries grow louder.'] 
 
 Ah, ah, those cries again . . . 
 
 The mortal agony of helpless souls . . . 
 
 Save them 1 
 
 [She falls 07i her knees, clutching hold of 
 HephcBstion.] 
 
 Hephaestion, crimson are thy hands 
 With blood of one : wilt thou drown thyself in 
 
 blood 
 Of thousands ?
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 69 
 
 Hephmtion. [Pushing her away] Were it millions, they 
 must die. 
 I will not slay the Queen. 
 
 [He moves away from her to the palace steps.] 
 
 [ With tumult and cries a crowd composed of 
 women, old men and children, held with diffi- 
 culty i7i check by several Warriors, press on 
 to the stage ?[ 
 A Warrior. [Pushing back some women] Stand back ! 
 A Woman. [Screaming to those behind] He is here ! 
 
 [ Tumult and cries of " Hephcestion ! "] 
 Another Woman. Where is the Queen ? 
 
 [Cries of' The Queen !"] 
 
 The sun is low in the west. 
 
 A Warrior. Silence ! Ye do but hurt your urgent cause 
 
 With such unbridled passion. 
 An Old Man. Let me speak! 
 
 An Old Woman. Hephaestion, lo, my daughter is with 
 child 
 And slowly starves . . . 
 A Woman. My little son is dead — 
 
 Slain by the pestilence — 
 Another Woman. Where is Althea ? 
 
 Another Woynan. We perish by degrees. 
 Another Woman. The end is near. 
 
 Another Woman. We trust in thee ; we pray to thee ; 
 Hephaestion, 
 On thee, and thee alone, depend our lives — 
 Save us ! [They fall on their knees^ wailing,]
 
 70 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Others. O save us ! Save us ! 
 
 A Warrior. \Cominiifuiing silence] Let me speak, 
 
 Hephxstion, scant the time for eloquence, 
 And scant the need. This croucliing people here 
 Is eloquence enough. We are no more, 
 Save tor the Intervention of thy hand. 
 Through that wide breach they made against the south 
 The rebel spears have driven a furious path. 
 With sweat and agony we hold them back 
 In the open street. Thou only canst avert 
 The crash of doom as Artemis decreed. 
 
 [A pause."] 
 
 A Woman. O save us ! 
 
 Another Woman. O have mercy on thy people ! 
 
 HephcBstion. I can do nothing. 
 
 A Warrior. Is Althea alive : 
 
 Hephcsstion. \Harshly] Let not the Queen's name pass thy 
 lips again. 
 It seems the craven spirit that I quenched 
 Hath passed to you. Cresphontes is no more ; 
 But ye would purchase liberty and life 
 With woman's blood in dreadful anguish spilt. 
 Has courage wholly withered from your heart 
 And the heroic manhood of old time } 
 Shame on you ! 
 
 Cleito. Nay, Hephaestion, shame on thee ! 
 
 People of Artis, look upon this man. 
 His lust it is delivers you to death — 
 His and the woman's whom they call the Queen.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 71 
 
 He, and he only, can avert your doom, 
 And yet he will not. Woman, man, and child. 
 The innocent, the noble, and the weak, 
 Perish to save a guilty wanton's life. 
 This is your hero, this, alas, my son ! 
 
 \_Murmurs that swell into execrations.'] 
 A Woman. [Screaming above the din\ But can no force of 
 ours compel his hand ? 
 Say, are you men, and will you stand aside 
 And indolently watch this fellow fling 
 Our wives and children to the sword ? 
 
 \The uproar increases^ 
 Cleito. Men ? Men ? 
 
 These are no men. The only men we had 
 Sailed forth long since to war and now are dead. 
 
 [Furious execrations from the Women. The 
 Warriors stand undecided?^ 
 A Warrior. Silence ! Hephaestion, we must have the 
 Queen, 
 And she must die as Artemis decreed. 
 We can no longer hold the rebels back. 
 It is one guilty life for many lives. 
 Give us the Queen. 
 Women and Warriors. The Queen ! The Queen ! 
 
 [ They surge towards the palace steps.] 
 Hephcestion. [Drawing his sword] Stand back ! 
 
 No mortal power hath force to make me yield. 
 Ye shall not have the Queen 1 . . . 
 
 [Thej/ press forward ivith cries of fury ^
 
 72 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Stand hack, I say ! 
 That man is dead who dares to advance a step 
 Further. 
 .7 If^iirrur. Enough ! Seize him, hut slay him not 
 Or we are lost. The Oueen ! 
 
 [T/ta' make a rush upon hivi and drag )iim to 
 the tcuiplc steps, ivhen he hurls tlieui off."] 
 
 HephcBStion. [Pointing his sword to his throat'] Now hear 
 me. If another man step forth 
 To assail me where I stand, this sword shall draw 
 My life's hlood and annihilate your hopes. 
 A dead man cannot sacrifice the Queen, 
 
 \_Althea appears on the palace steps. She stands 
 for a moment staring wildly at HephcBStion.^ 
 
 Althea. [JVith a scream] Hephaestion ! 
 HephcBstion. [M'^ith a start^ turning] Ah ! 
 M'^arriors and Women. [In whispers] The Oueen ! 
 Althea. Put up thy sword. 
 
 [Hephcestion sheathes his sivord. Althea descends 
 to him and touches his hand fearfully .] 
 
 Thy hands are flesh and blood. I am awake, 
 Not erring, as I hoped, in evil dreams. 
 [To the people assembled.] 
 But who are ye ? I know you not. . . 
 
 Hephaestion, 
 What meant that dreadful vision of thyself 
 Standing upon the sudden edge of death ? 
 
 [Hephcestion is silent?^
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 73 
 
 Ah, am I mad ? . . . Whence come these lowering 
 faces ? 
 
 Are you not men and women of our city? 
 
 What awful thing hath happened since I passed 
 
 Swooning into the darkness ? 
 
 Cleito. Hear my words 
 
 Hephcestion. I charge thee hold thy peace. 
 
 \To AUhea.] Beloved, go — 
 
 I pray thee go. 
 Cleito. And I command thee stay 
 
 And take thy doom, 
 HephcBstion. Be still ! 
 
 [ The crowd murmurs.'\ 
 Althea. pouching Cleito s ami] Cleito, speak on. 
 
 Cleito. [Shaking her off'\ Because thou hast urged my 
 son to break his vow 
 And slay the King, his brother, for thv sake, 
 Artemis in her loathing of thy lust 
 And of thy blasphemy and murderous hate. 
 Hath doomed this city and all that dwell therein 
 To ruin and death unless Hephsestion slay thee 
 As sacrifice before the sun go down. 
 
 [^A long silence. The Queen turns slowly to 
 HephcBstion.'] 
 
 Althea. Hephaestion . . . 
 HephcBStion. Queen. 
 
 Althea. The words thy mother spake — 
 
 Are they the truth ? [He is silent.'] 
 
 Answer me.
 
 74 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Hcph<TStioyu They arc true. 
 
 [-•] pause. Althca looks towards the sinking sun, 
 tlun turns to J/r/'//(i'st/o/i.] 
 
 AUhea. Before the sun go down ? The sun is low . . . 
 Meph;rstlon, \vc have little time tor speech. 
 Where must I die ? 
 
 Hcphcest'ton. Althea, art thou mad? 
 
 What are to me the words of Artemis, 
 And what to me the city and this people ? — 
 Nothing ! 
 
 {^Murmurs from the crowd!\ 
 I care for nothing in all the world, 
 Save only thee. Thou art the air I breathe, 
 My food and drink, my sun and moon and stars, 
 My one divinity and sole desire ! . . . 
 
 \The crowd break forth into execrations. He 
 glares at them and stiddenly catches her to 
 him. She stands passively in his embrace. ^^ 
 
 We stand alone ; but such a love as ours — 
 Stronger than hatred, stronger than the gods, 
 
 Stronger than fate 
 
 Cleito, And yet so pitiful. 
 
 It were a waste of scorn to brand thy love — 
 Love that inspired thy hand to assault and slay 
 A man unarmed, and glory in thy deed — 
 Love that so strangles all nobility 
 And pity in thee and manhood once thine own. 
 Thou would'st condemn the innocent and weak —
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 75 
 
 Althea. \Freeing herself from HephcBstion\ Be still ! As 
 Artemis hath singled me, 
 And justly, for the atoning sacrifice. 
 Mine be the final and deciding word. 
 Hephaestion, if thou hesitate to obey 
 The voice of Artemis, thy love is vile. 
 Vile as thy mother's fury brands it, vile 
 As love men waste upon a wanton, . . . Speak, 
 Wilt thou obey the voice of Artemis ? 
 
 HephcBStion. [In a whisper] And slay thee ? 
 
 Althea. Even so. 
 
 HephcBStion. Slay thee. . , I cannot. 
 
 I have not heard aright. . . . 
 
 Althea, listen. 
 The Virgin, fired by some delirious hate. 
 Lied, for I saw it in her face — she lied. 
 Thy death would nought avail to save the city. 
 Hear me 
 
 A Woman. 'Tis he that lies, 
 
 \The crowd surges forward 7vith execrations?^ 
 
 Another Woman. Believe him not. 
 
 Cleito. Peace ! For she cannot now escape her doom ! 
 They are both tangled in the web of fate. 
 Living I saw her not ; I have seen her dead. . . 
 She's dead already. 
 
 Althea. Bring the Virgin hither. 
 
 \^A Warrior starts to obey. Heph<sstion stops him.'] 
 
 HephcBStion. [In terror] Nay, for 1 cannot bear her face 
 again,
 
 76 mi- VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Nor hc;ir th;it vcilcc dcm)imciiig judgment. , . Oueen, 
 Grant me a little time — a little time ... i 
 
 Altheii. I have no time to grant. The sun is low. 
 HcpJuFSt'ion. \^^'iliily\ Then I implore thy mercy, I am 
 broken, 
 Cornered and beaten to my knees . . . Althca, 
 Had I the strength to crush the god of war, 
 I could not slay thee even if I would . . . 
 This arm would wither ere it raised the sword. 
 
 \FalUng on his knees, hts voice breaking vjith 
 passion and despair.'] 
 
 Hear me and pity me, and ve people, pity me 
 And show a little mercy. Slay me here — 
 Slay me. I long for death with all my soul. 
 But drive my sword into the heart I love — 
 I cannot. 
 
 [//(? raises imploring hands to the statue l\ 
 Goddess, I have served thee long, 
 And worshipped thee among the lonely hills. 
 And honoured thee with sacrificial hands — 
 Wilt thou requite thy votary so ill, 
 Thrusting a deathless horror on his soul 
 And blasting him to all eternity? 
 I crave not thy forgiveness. All I crave 
 Is death, In any agony thou wilt. 
 But not this vengeance . . . pity me — 
 
 \^He covers his face with his hands.] 
 Althea. [^Goingto him and touching his shoulder] Hephaestlon. 
 
 [He looks up.]
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 77 
 
 Beloved, rise and take my hand in thine, 
 
 And hear my words. \^He rises to his feet ^ 
 
 Death that men greatly fear 
 Is often fairer than the life they love, 
 And such a death has fate reserved for me. 
 I die that all may live that call me Queen — 
 All whom I love and love me, and I take 
 This splendid death at his beloved hands 
 Whom most I love in all the world. 
 
 HephcBStion. \Brokenly'\ But ah. 
 
 To go out of the warmth into the cold . . . 
 Out of the holy sunlight to the dark . . . 
 Out of mine arms. . . 
 
 Althea. [Dreamily] Yes, in the place of souls 
 
 I shall not see the sunlight any more . . . 
 
 [Pause. She speaks with passionate ardour.] 
 To go out of thine arms! Oh this, beloved, 
 This is the final glory of my death : 
 That ere the years and memory and the world 
 Had cooled the burning beauty of our love, 
 We should go straight apart for evermore — 
 Now, now when all thy being thrills to me. 
 And all I am is passionately thine ! 
 
 [She clasps him round the neck.] 
 Friend, had I lived the irrevocable past. 
 The dead past that can never wholly die. 
 Would have numbed our hearts with its funereal 
 
 breath 
 And filled our souls with memories best forgot.
 
 78 Tllli: VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 \Vc might have loved each other to the end, 
 
 But never again with such a love as now. 
 
 We might have grown to loathe what now we love. 
 
 But where 1 go is neither love nor hate, 
 
 And from the soul all memory dies away. 
 
 Heplh€siion. Oucen, I am broken, I am without strength ; 
 But thou art strong, and I must do thy will . . . 
 
 \^She drazus his head to her and kisses his fore- 
 head.^ 
 
 Althea. [Turning to the piople\ And you, beloved people 
 of my city, 
 Take from my lips an ultimate farewell. 
 Unwillingly I leave the light behind. 
 Yet am I happy, knowing that my death 
 Will bring divine salvation to the land. 
 And this I pray you. In the days to be. 
 And though all memories wither from my soul 
 And in the darkness I forget the sun, 
 Forget not me, but think of me as one 
 Who greatly sinned because she greatly loved. 
 Who gladlv bore the vengeance of her sin, 
 And went the strait and bitter way of death 
 Unfalteringly and as a Queen should go. 
 Farewell ! \The people bow their heads in silence. '\ 
 
 Cleito, farewell ! 
 
 Cleito. Farewell ! 
 
 Althea. [As the Chorus files out of the temple] Beloved, 
 Come, for the sun's rim rests upon the sea. 
 And the night calls my spirit from afar.
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 79 
 
 [The Chorus form about the statue, and Althea 
 and HephcBstion pass slowly into the temple.'] 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Disimpassioned Queen of Darkness, lo, to thee there 
 
 Cometh one, 
 Fairer never trod the meadows or delighted in the sun, 
 And for her the joy of living and of love had just begun. 
 
 But the joy she puts behind her, and the love she waives 
 
 aside. 
 And with steadfast feet unfaltering, proudly and unterrified, 
 Goes where love can never enter, and no happiness abide. 
 
 Disimpassioned Queen of Darkness, turn on her benignant 
 
 eyes. 
 If she sinned, her sin is cancelled by this radiant sacrifice. 
 Let her deeply drink of Lethe and forget the morning 
 
 skies, 
 
 And forget her white-walled city, and forget her lordly 
 
 race. 
 Dragged from long-established glory down to imminent 
 
 disgrace. 
 And forget her lover's kisses, and forget her lover's face. 
 
 [From far comes the distant sound of shouting. 
 It grows rapidly nearer and louder.] 
 
 A Warrior. Hark !
 
 8o Till-: VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 A If^oman. They arc here ! 
 
 [As the sound stuells in volume the crowd become 
 more and more fevered and terrified.^ 
 Another If^oman. It is the foe! 
 
 Another ff^omcin. We are lost ! 
 
 A fVarrior. Althea dies in vain ! 
 Another JVarrior. Come, let us die, 
 
 Our faces 'gainst the foe unto the last ! 
 
 \The shouting groii's louder. The Women surge 
 shrieking to the statue and fall in supplication 
 be/ore it. A II the Warriors rush out to battle. ] 
 
 A IVojnAn. Goddess, have mercy on the innocent ! 
 
 That which we could we've done to assuage thy wrath. 
 Another Woman. Have pity on us ! Save our lives at 
 
 least ! 
 Another Woman. Our children's lives. 
 An Old Man. We sacrificed the Queen. 
 
 \The noise grows deafening. The Women huddle 
 shrieking together^ 
 
 They come ! O Artemis, let death be swift . . . 
 
 \A Warrior rushes in.] 
 The Warrior. Stand up and shout, for we are saved ! 
 Women. Saved ! Saved ! 
 
 [Hysterical weepiytg and cries of Joy.] 
 An Old Man. What miracle hath happened ? 
 
 [Other Warriors rush in shouting.] 
 A Woman. We are saved ! 
 
 An Old Man. Are the foe beaten from our walls ?
 
 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 8i 
 
 A Warrior. They fly : 
 
 They have seen our galleys sweeping from the north, 
 Their sails full-bellied with miraculous winds. 
 
 Women. Our galleys ? 
 
 Others. Speak . . . 
 
 Others. Our vanished army ? 
 
 A Warrior. Yea, 
 
 Praise ye the gods : our long-lost ships are here ! 
 
 \Iphicles enters^ 
 
 Iphicles. {Commanding si/ence'] People of Artis, from the 
 jaws of death 
 We have been magically snatched away. 
 For even as our ultimate defence 
 Bent to the breaking point before the might 
 Of overwhelming odds and furious hate. 
 We felt a sudden slackening in the assault, 
 And the victorious faces of our foes 
 Wavered and blanched. A panic-striking word 
 Swept like a wind across the rebel lines, 
 And from our seaward-facing walls a cry 
 Triumphant rang : " Our ships, our ships return ! " 
 And so it was. For round the northern cape, 
 Swept the proud fleet that we imagined lost ; 
 And the foe brake and fled, and even now 
 Our warriors set their feet upon the land. 
 Soon shall their fury drench the hills with blood. 
 And we shall be avenged, and we shall stand, 
 Artis shall stand where once she stood of old,
 
 82 THE VIRGIN GODDESS 
 
 Our hi)ly city feared of all the world 
 And favoured of the gods ! 
 
 [IVif/i s/ioufs of triumpJi and hysterical cries of joy tlic 
 people suri^^e al>oi4t the temple steps. Suddenly 
 the ^i^reat doors of the temple fall apart and 
 Hephizstion appears on the threshold. Perceiving 
 him, the people fall gradually silent. He moves 
 sloivly doiun the steps to the altar and they 
 shrink away, so azcful is the tragedy of his face. 
 He lays his sivord upon the altar,"] 
 
 HephiHstion. The Queen is dead. . . , 
 
 \^A silence.] 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Inscrutable are they 
 
 That wield supernal power : 
 From depths of dark decay 
 
 They rear the splendid flower ; 
 On waste and fruitful soil 
 
 They spend the sun and rain ; 
 They lavish to despoil, 
 
 And wreck to raise again. 
 
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