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OTHER WORKS BY MICHAEL 
 FIELD 
 
 CALLIRRHOE 1884 
 
 FAIR ROSAMUND 1884 & 1897 
 
 THE TRAGIC MARY 1890 
 
 UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH 1893 
 
 THE WORLD AT AUCTION 1898 
 
 THE RACE OF LEAVES 1901 
 
 JULIA DOMNA 1903 
 
 BORGIA 1905 
 
 WILD HONEY 1908 
 
 QUEEN MARIAMNE 1908 
 
 THE ACCUSER 1911 
 
 THE TRAGEDY OF PARDON 1911 
 
 POEMS OF ADORATION 1912 
 
 MYSTIC TREES 1913 
 
 DEDICATED 1914 
 
 DEIRDRE 1918 
 
 

IN THE 
 NAME OF TIME 
 
 A 
 TRAGEDY 
 
 BY 
 
 MICHAEL 
 FIELD 
 
 THE POETRY BOOKSHOP 
 
 35 DEVONSHIRE ST. THEOBALDS RD. 
 
 LONDON W.C. 
 
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IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 A TRAGEDY 
 
 " IN THE NAME OF TIME." The Winter's Tale, iv, i, 
 chorus. 
 
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 Quoted from R. C. Trevelyan's Translation on the Cover. 
 
PERSONS 
 
 CHILPERIC . . . King of the Franks. 
 
 CARLOMAISU . . . (Sons of Charles Martel, 
 
 PEPIN j . . . \Consuls and Mayors of the Palace. 
 
 MARCOMIR . . . A Prankish Count. 
 
 RACHIS . . . King of the Lombards. 
 
 ASTOLPH . . . His brother. 
 
 ZACHARIAS . . . The Pope. 
 
 D AMI AMI . . . An Italian Bishop. 
 
 BONIFACE . . . A Missionary Saint. 
 
 GENEVIVA . . . Wife to Carloman. 
 
 Cardinals, Nobles, Monks, Servants. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 A TRAGEDY 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE : Paris . A Hall in the Royal Palace. 
 
 CARLOMAN is pacing backward and forward : he pauses by 
 a crucifix set up at the further end of the hall. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Thou sayest truly that I am a King 
 
 He said Who laid His life down on the Cross : 
 
 So will I be, a King. I will possess 
 
 The great reality. I war and govern, 
 
 I can strike hard as Charles the Hammerer ; 
 
 Men say I have my father's qualities, 
 
 And in the brief months of my sovereignty 
 
 The infidel has recognised my blood : 
 
 But this is nothing ! Phantom-Emperors 
 
 Have made the throne phantasmal. I have felt 
 
 In Zacharias, the great Pope, a force 
 
 That spreads like spring across the world. No more 
 
 Will I be petty marshal to a crew 
 
 That hack and murder, while the royal faces 
 
 Of wandering martyrs scintillate and thrill. 
 
 There is a glorious Betterness at work 
 
 Amid the highways and the solitudes ; 
 
 I would be with it in obscurity, 
 
 No matter ! with the river as it shapes 
 
 Its cisterns in the hills or where the wind 
 
 First draws its silver volumes to a voice : 
 
 Behind, at the beginning, from within : 
 
 A cry, a pang what shall respond to it, 
 
y "- % IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Who help me ? I have fiery thoughts of God, 
 I would attempt Him. In the wilderness 
 Maybe He will unbosom. 
 
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 [Enter a SERVANT.] 
 
 SERVANT. 
 
 The Archbishop 
 Of Mentz would see you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Blessed Boniface ! 
 He brings me my enfranchisement. 
 
 [As BONIFACE enters the SERVANT withdraws] 
 
 Great Angel, 
 
 My spirit leaps within me to be born, 
 Beholding you. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 My son, the Holy Father 
 Receives you joyously. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [kissing BONIFACE] To go to God 
 
 Living, unscathed, to give Him everything 
 One has, to pour one's soul into His lap, 
 To let Him play upon one as the wind, 
 To feel His alternations . . . ! 
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 BONIFACE. 
 
 Carloman, 
 
 Your childlike transport shall be surely blessed 
 Yet in the convent there are bitter hours 
 Of exile from God's presence, penances 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But will they choke my solitude with prayers ? 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 The holy brethren chant in unison 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 For hours within the chapel ; there is buzz 
 About the cloister like a hive of bees. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 There have been hermits ! Might 1 live alone, 
 
 I could breathe unrepiningly the while 
 
 It pleased God to keep silence. I would tame 
 
 Some wistful, kingly beast to roam with me, 
 
 And we would wait His pleasure. Boniface, 
 
 Oh, tell me of His coming ! It is plain 
 
 He has been with you You became His friend ? 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 His servant rather. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 That I cannot be ; 
 
 I am a Knight free-born ; I come as those 
 Great nobles of the East, and all my service 
 Is adoration. You may have some converts, 
 Brute-tribes, who give allegiance to His name, 
 As those who do not speak the Emperor's tongue 
 May rank his subjects. I am not of these. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Thou speakest truth, my son ; there are some souls 
 
 Loved of the Lord as Paul in Araby 
 
 With whom one must not meddle. In good time 
 
 You will exalt the Church ; meanwhile your brother 
 
 Who has a tighter grip of circumstance 
 
 Than you 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 He is short-sighted, politic, 
 External in his bent. I lead the charge 
 In battle, I foresee the combinations 
 Of foreign forces ; he is good at siege, 
 And all the hectoring process of delay. 
 He is not like my father. That great fight 
 At Tours ! I feel the onslaught in my blood ; 
 It never can run sluggish. 
 
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 BONIFACE. 
 
 Had you seen 
 
 King Chilperic's flower- wreathed waggon in the street ! 
 You should have looked a last time on the world 
 Ere you renounced it. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Scanned the heir of Clovis 
 Drawn like a senseless idol in his car ! 
 You judge unworthily. God bade me come 
 Up higher to Him on a battlefield 
 Where I was victor. It was in the night 
 I moved about among my sleeping men, 
 I heard them shout for triumph in their dreams : 
 It was enough ! 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Yes, all is vanity ; 
 The pride of life, its splendour, vanitas ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 There is no vanity in life ; life utters 
 
 Unsparing truth to us, there is no line 
 
 Or record in our body of her printing 
 
 That stamps a falsehood. Do not so confound, 
 
 Father, life's transience and sincerity. 
 
 What makes the show out in the streets so vile 
 
 Is that it blazons forth the lie that youth, 
 
 Kingship and power are ineffectual. 
 
 A show of death where life should radiate 
 
 Is vanity. And if I now fling off 
 
 The honourable titles of my state, 
 
 Consul and Patriarch, it is not because 
 
 I have not nobly borne them ; by my sword 
 
 The Church has been defended, and the corn 
 
 That bows in shocks about your monasteries 
 
 Bows down above the battlefields I won. 
 
 You misconceive. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 A sweep of piety 
 Beyond my censure ! [half -aside} Will he thrive at Rome ? 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Why should you look so fearful ? 1 have chosen 
 The path of life, choosing to be a monk, 
 And I have wisely chosen. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Ah, beloved ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Now I must face my brother. Would he come 
 By chance ! I dare not crave a conference. 
 . I am arrested at the lips if ever 
 W T e speak of anything beyond affairs. 
 He will not understand at least to-day, 
 When fresh from the procession of that cursed 
 Do-nothing Chilperic. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Set your purpose forth 
 At once, and let him freely misconceive : 
 You must not cloud for that. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 These mighty thoughts, 
 
 Mingled with God, how put them to the shame 
 Of the world's censure ! What you call my soul 
 Flees as a shy girl that escapes pursuit. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Take your shame meekly. Do not let your eyes 
 Grow wild and hostile ! 
 
 [BONIFACE, who has seen PEPIN approaching, withdraws 
 to the back of the hall, stands before the Crucifix in mute 
 prayer, and then passes out, looking back at the brothers. 
 PEPIN is a short, stout man, with florid complexion and 
 much vehemence of manner. He wipes the perspiration from 
 his face and addresses CARLOMAN without looking at him} 
 
6 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Woden, what a sight ! 
 This Chilperic is an idol that the people 
 No longer worship as his car rolls on. 
 Contempt, indifference ! A few more months 
 Will rid us of the calf. We pull together 
 In right good part, fraternal, taking pride 
 Each in the other's excellence : ere long 
 The Pope will pour his oil upon our heads 
 To nourish our short curls. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 He has the power 
 Of making Kings ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Liutbrand the Lombard winced 
 Before him and resigned the Exarchite : 
 And he who can impoverish may endow. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [with a sudden movement} 
 
 Pepin, we have not looked upon the face 
 
 Of Zacharias : I am bound for Rome. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 A pilgrimage ? Stay where you are ! Tut, tut ! 
 Wait till he seek us. Frankland is his hope 
 Against the Lombard : when he seeks us then 
 We twain will offer him our dutiful, 
 Strong swords, and keep St. Peter's realm intact ; 
 While, in return, that gracious influence, 
 That something that we lack to give our strength 
 Supremacy, shall be poured down on us. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Something we lack ! I dream of a possession 
 Pepin, the world if I became a monk 
 Would recognise that I lay down my rights, 
 None wrests them from me. 
 
IN THK NAM I- OF TIM I. 
 
 PEP1N. 
 
 Are you clean gone mad ! 
 Become a monk, you, Consul, Patriarch ! 
 Our mother had been Christian scarce a year 
 Before your birth, and haply took the priest 
 Too much into her privacy. By Thor 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [taking him by the throat] 
 
 No, but by God Incarnate, you shall swear 
 
 You own me son of Christendom's great guard 
 
 Ere you again draw unimperilled breath ! 
 
 I, Carloman, your elder, the first-born 
 
 Of Charles Martel, of my own choice renounce 
 
 My portion in his honours. Own my birthright ! 
 
 PEPIN. 
 Plague take you ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Own it ! 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Give a fellow breath, 
 Don't . . . 
 
 You have your father's temper, that's the test ! 
 I loved you as a boy and set my teeth 
 Against a rare, sweet craziness that takes you 
 In certain moods you need a keeper then : 
 You need one now. Hold fast your birthright, man ; 
 Don't trust me with temptation. Geneviva 
 Will relish this new folly less than I 
 Chuck her beneath the chin and threaten her 
 With your design ! She is too young a widow 
 For me to govern. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [apart] Deaf down to the soul ! 
 
 
8 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 That flush across your forehead like a scar 
 At mention of your wife ! Her lovers ! Think 
 If you withdrew protection . . . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Purity, 
 
 In woman the ideal and the dream, 
 Has its firm seat amid the altitudes 
 Of manhood's nature There alone are seats 
 Of holy contemplation, sexless thoughts, 
 Love that in God finds goal, a loneliness 
 That truth, not sympathy, can cure. 'Tis vain 
 The hope that woman, made to minister 
 To momentary passion, can provide 
 Solace and inspiration to her mate. 
 She breeds no hope ; she cannot offer us 
 A clime for our ideals and our dreams, 
 Or plant a footstep soft as memory's 
 Across futurity's unimpressed sands. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 You speak from fact, I own. 
 
 But Boniface, 
 What does he say ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 He aids me. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 [slapping him on the shoulder] Carloman, 
 'Twould be cold work without you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But my son 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Nay, nay, no substitute ! You are my brother, 
 I know the secret how to humour you, 
 I weave your projects in our policy, 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 9 
 
 And now and then you marshal us the way 
 Of an archangel . . . but no substitute ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Yet love him for my sake ; give him free training 
 In war and letters. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Fie, fie ! Geneviva 
 
 Will put you from this project. In the cloister 
 What would you see but men who dig and pray ? 
 No royal pageants. 
 
 [KiNG CHILPERIC is borne in a litter with great pomp. His 
 golden hair sweeps over the sides of the litter ; his face is 
 nerveless and exhausted] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [with an ironic smile} Such as this. The King ! 
 Tell him I have transferred the Mayoralty 
 To you, and do not taunt me any more. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 [to CHILPERIC] 
 
 Sire, you are weary, yet we crave the grace 
 Of a brief audience. 
 
 CHILPERIC. 
 
 Business ! I can brook 
 
 No more of these distractions. Your good brother 
 Relieves me of all business. I can hear 
 Scarcely the people's clamour when they shout, 
 And I am shy at facing them. To know 
 There is a god indifferent to its whims 
 Gives the world courage of its natural awe ; 
 So I expose these curls ; that duty done, 
 Leave me at ease, an idol in his niche. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 But, sire, my brother has persuaded me, 
 
io IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 If you consent, to take on me his burthens, 
 His duties and his honours ; being summoned, 
 He holds, by God to a monastic life. 
 
 CHILPERIC. 
 
 [with passing animation] 
 This interests us. After so brief a term 
 Of dignity ! But I applaud his sense : 
 The convent is a place for peace of mind ; 
 One has no interruption, one may watch 
 The gold-fish in the fountain half a day, 
 If so one will ; and, though the prayers are long, 
 One grows accustomed to them as to meals 
 And looks for their recurrence. 
 [suspiciously] But, my Consul, 
 
 With you it cannot be the luxury 
 Of doing nothing that attracts. For us 
 It is the happy and predestined lot ; 
 But for an untamed youth whose pleasures still 
 Are running in the current of his blood, 
 Such choice is of ill-omen. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Courage, sire, 
 
 Is constant industry for happiness. 
 When I become a monk 
 
 CHILPERIC. 
 
 Nay, no confession, 
 No putting reasons to your Overlord. 
 [to his nobles] 
 
 You need not shake your spears so stormily, 
 \Ve leave you a stout leader for your wars, 
 [to CARLOMAN] And you, your liberty. What use of it 
 You make is of no moment to the world, 
 And does not raise my curiosity, 
 Who for myself have found in meat and drink, 
 In sleep and long, long abstinence from care 
 The pleasure proper to me. Pepin, come ! 
 
 [Exeunt CHILPERIC, PEPIN and the Prankish Nobles.} 
 
IN Till: NAM I- OF TIM I- u 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 He has no sight of God, is imbecile 
 
 And dropping into clay. I should not let 
 
 This show dishearten me ; *but I have suffered 
 
 A vulgar tongue to tell what from my lips 
 
 Alone is truth that as the hidden spring, 
 
 Restless at touch of the diviner's rod 
 
 Is dragged through to the surface by his spells, 
 
 I am discovered and borne upward, made 
 
 The answer to some perilous appeal : 
 
 And for my folly I must be dismissed 
 
 By a mere dotard with a passing sigh 
 
 Of envy, who forego the battlefield, 
 
 The Council-chamber, the sweet clang of arms 
 
 For just a pricking wonder at my heart, 
 
 A knowledge I would give to secrecy 
 
 Plunging it headlong in the ear of God. 
 
 Oh for the cloister ! I will make escape 
 
 At once, in silence, without taking leave : 
 
 My joy is in the consciousness that Time 
 
 Will never draw me back to any wish 
 
 To any fondness I am flinging off. . . . 
 
 [Enter GENEVIVA.] 
 My wife ! 
 
 Is Geneviva come to me ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Now the dull monk has left you. Rouse your head ! 
 
 I have been taking thought how best to trim 
 
 My beauty for you. Boniface was slow 
 
 In giving counsel ; slowly I took up, 
 
 Handled and dropt my jewels. Of a sudden, 
 
 When Pepin's voice was heard upon the stair, 
 
 I laid these blossoms in a ruddy knot 
 
 Thus hasty on my bosom. Come to me. 
 
 My lord, you owe me many hours of love, 
 
 So many hours I have been beautiful 
 
 In vain. You do not see me when I sing, 
 
 You miss the marks of music in my face, 
 
12 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 You do not love the hunt, and you have never 
 Ridden beside me in the morning light. 
 You see me but as now when I am vexed 
 And haughty for caresses. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [after a pause] Geneviva, 
 
 You are a Christian ? 
 
 As if I were laid sick. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Dear my lord, you speak 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 You were baptised ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Assuredly, but the cold font has left 
 No chill upon my heart. Think not of that, 
 Think of our marriage-day. You leave me lonely 
 While Boniface enthralls you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [with hesitation] Women even 
 
 Have put aside their pomps and vanities . . . 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Oh, leave me, you are insupportable ! 
 You bring me word of kingdoms and of monks, 
 And thoughts of things that have not come to pass, 
 Or should be quite forgotten. We could spend 
 So sweet a moment now, for you are loved, 
 My Carloman What need is there of talk 
 Concerning other matters? loved of me, 
 Dreamed of when I am dreaming, when I wake 
 Wept for, sighed after. I have never cared 
 To listen to the minstrels, for the praise 
 
IN THK NAME OF TIME 13 
 
 My beauty covets most is in your eyes. 
 How wild they look and solemn ! 
 
 [CARLOMAN folds her in his arms quietly. Then with great 
 effort bends over her and speaks] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Marcomir 
 
 Is restless for a pilgrimage to Rome. 
 I think we shall be starting presently : 
 And afterward ... If I am long away . . . 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 [breaking from him} 
 
 Oh, think a little ! Can you leave this hair 
 
 So crisp and burnished ? When the sun is bright 
 
 Across your shield, it has no livelier flash 
 
 Confess, it has not ? But you come to me 
 
 Stale, weary from your dreams and abstinence, 
 
 And tingle my suspicion. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 If these dreams 
 
 Were growing all the world to me ! You start, 
 You turn away, you will not understand. 
 The fear of hurting you has made me keep 
 So distant from you lately, and my eyes 
 You thought were worn with vigil and with books 
 Have burnt with tears at night for many a month 
 To think you have not known the tyrant-joy 
 That moves a soul to change and severance, 
 Except upon the day when for my sake 
 You parted from your home : but by the rapture 
 That made such tumult in the daughter's grief 
 When she became a bride, your husband now 
 Implores your comprehension. 
 
 All thou hast, 
 
 So the Church teaches, family and spouse, 
 The child thou hast begotten, thine own life 
 Thou must abhor, if thou would 'st have new days 
 
14 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Of blessing on the Earth. I feel this law 
 Is written in my very heart of hearts, 
 There is such haunting freshness deep below 
 The sorrow of farewell. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 [defiantly] My God is Love 
 
 The God who made a bower in Paradise, 
 Who wedded Eve and Adam, who abode 
 In the sweet incense of His Church to bless 
 My marriage. 
 
 [CARLOMAN stretches out his hand to support her.] 
 
 Have no fear that I shall fall, 
 I cannot swoon while I remember it 
 How in the songful hush a restless hand 
 Grew tight about my ringers, and a vow 
 Thrilled all the girl in me to womanhood, 
 And stung the future lying at my heart 
 To joy and frankness. That was years ago . . . 
 
 [She breaks into a bitter laugh] 
 O Carloman, you know not what you do, 
 You know not what I am, nor what a blank 
 Of mercy there is in you ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Were I dead, 
 
 You would not be so violent : in a trance 
 Of resignation you would think of me, 
 With tears, not gasping laughter. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 [pacing the room excitedly] Pilgrimage ! 
 
 Did you say, pilgrimage ? To think of you 
 Growing each day more cramped about the mouth, 
 More full of resolution in the eyes. 
 What shall I do ? Pray for you but the dead, 
 You have just told me, should be left unmourned, 
 Forgotten as last summer's autumn-leaves. 
 [facing him coldly] My lord, I am no reliquary-urn ; 
 There is no widow in me. 
 
IN THK N. \.MI-: OF TIME 15 
 
 [with still greater change of manner] If you leave 
 Your Kingdom, there are certain tilings to do 
 Before you start. There is that Gothic King, 
 The captive Hermann you must break his chains. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Hermann is dead. Count Marcomir reports 
 Last night he found him lifeless. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 [gasping] Late last night ? 
 
 Marcomir ! Take your fingers from my sleeve ; 
 But summon Marcomir, and if again 
 There is intelligence to break to me 
 Likely to hurt, give him the charge of it. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, Geneviva. I have little speech ; 
 
 But when the secret crept into my soul 
 
 I loved you, it was not to Marcomir 
 
 I spoke : and if another secret now 
 
 Is breaking through my nature, do not think 
 
 That he will be the spokesman. 
 
 [noticing her agitation] Hermann died 
 
 I think by his own hand ; he courted death. 
 
 What can a man prize in captivity ? 
 
 [as GENEVIVA grows more agitated] 
 
 There ! I will speak no more of him. Your maids 
 
 [turning to summon her attendants}. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Weave the great arras. They have no concern 
 With me, except in silence to array. 
 You thought I cared to gossip with my maids ! 
 But summon Marcomir. 
 
 [She looks after CARLOMAN, who walks out, stroking his 
 chin] . 
 
 To think he dared 
 To lean above me with those burning eyes 
 
16 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Unconscious what they glassed. I did not learn 
 From him the magic that was born in me, 
 I learnt it when great Hermann passed in chains, 
 And he is dead. I promised I would go 
 To-day and visit him. How could he die ? 
 
 [MARCOMIR enters.] 
 Why, you are deadly pale ! 
 
 [She recoils, and says in a faint voice] 
 
 It is the hour 
 Fixed for our visit. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But the man is dead. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 What does he look like now ? Is he so changed 
 I must not see him ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Death is not a fact 
 
 To touch with simile. What looks he like ? 
 All men in moonlight mind one of the moon, 
 All dead men look like death. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 He lies in chains ? 
 Are the brows restful ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Had you been a man 
 
 You would have asked me how he came to die, 
 No more ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 I had forgotten . . . then he perished 
 As Carloman reports ? 
 [MARCOMIR turns away] You cannot bear 
 That I should mourn him ? 
 
IN THE NAM I- OF TIME 17 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [facing her again] Oh, a lifetime, if 
 
 It please you ! I am going to a place 
 Where love is held of little consequence. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Then you are bound for hell. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [between his teeth] But you are safe ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Keep me recluse from love, as men from war, 
 You spoil my faculties. Where will you go ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 To any coast you have not trod, wherever 
 
 The flowers are different from the flowers you wear, 
 
 To some Italian convent. Geneviva, 
 
 I am not framed to see you minister 
 
 To other men ; but when long years are passed, 
 
 It may be in a fresco, I shall find 
 
 Some figure of a lady breaking bread 
 
 To mendicants, and kneel and pray to her 
 
 That she may bless me also : but till then . . . 
 
 {covering his eyes] 
 
 O God, you shall not tempt me, though I feel 
 
 Just how your hair burns in a fiery wreath 
 
 Above your brow, and how your eyes are soft 
 
 With blue, and deeper blue, as through the hills 
 
 The valley stretches azure to the close. 
 
 You shall not tempt me, though I almost hear 
 
 Your bosom taking record of your breath, 
 
 And I could sit and watch that tide of life 
 
 Rising and falling through the lovely curves, 
 
 Till I was lost in ecstasy. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Oh, hush ! 
 But then you love me. It was in a fit . . . ? 
 
1 8 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Of devilish malice. 
 
 You shall remain. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 In a jealous fit ? 
 
 [She goes up to him : he takes her hands in his, kisses them 
 coldly, and puts them away.] 
 
 His face was drawn. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 I did not answer you 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 And I had given you charge 
 Of the great restive soldier. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 True, I swerved ; 
 
 I have confessed my sin, and now must bear 
 The settling of my spirit on the Cross. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 So many favours ! 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But you kissed his brows 
 What need was there of that ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 You love me then, 
 
 You love me ! Would you murder him again 
 If I again should touch him with my breath ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Again, again. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 And Carloman complains 
 I am indifferent to him ! 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 19 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 He forgets ; 
 
 But, Geneviva, if a thousand years 
 Broke over me, when Time had cleared his storms 
 I should look up and know your face by heart. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 Then stay, stay, stay with me ! 
 
 Have you once thought 
 
 Through the long years how it will fare with me 
 Nothing to watch except the sullen waste 
 Of my own beauty ? Marcomir, I hold 
 It there be judgment it shall be required 
 Of women what delight their golden hair 
 Has yielded have they put its wealth to use, 
 Or suffered it to lie by unenjoyed ? 
 I rather would die spendthrift, nothing left 
 Of my rich heritage, save memory 
 Of the wild, passing pleasure it* conferred 
 Than keep it untransmuted. And you choose 
 To take from me the only eyes that care 
 To mirror mine ! I have so often thought 
 That some day I shall drown myself : the water 
 Reflects me with desire. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [bitterly, as he turns away] A soul so wide 
 
 In innocence, so regal, on the day 
 
 He wedded, he appointed me your squire ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 [following him] 
 
 He keeps you with him, you can read his heart, 
 
 You know what way he travels, when his soul 
 
 Flies homeward. Tell me 'tis the only knowledge 
 
 I crave for in the world does Carloman 
 
 Still hold me in affection ? I beseech, 
 
 Tell me the truth. He loves you 
 
20 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Yes, he loves, 
 
 He does not use me for his purposes. 
 [perceiving PEPIN] 
 
 Not Carloman his brother on the stair 
 Laughs at your light behaviour. So you lose 
 One last poor opportunity. 
 [Re-enter PEPIN.] 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Good even. 
 
 Well, my fair sister, you have heard the news, 
 Wept [glancing at MARCOMIR] 
 and found consolation. 
 
 But to think 
 The son of Charles Martel should be a monk ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 A monk ! a pilgrim ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 No, a cloistered monk. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 What is his crime ? 
 
 PEPIN, 
 
 Oh, no impiety ; 
 
 A crazy fit : he must get near to God, 
 So puts away all intercourse with man : 
 And while I rule he thinks to thrill the world 
 With some convulsive movement from his prayers. 
 Ha, ha ! But you shall queen it as before. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Go fetch my husband and remain without, 
 For he alone can speak to me of this. 
 
 [Exit PEPIN.] 
 [turning to MARCOMIR] 
 You are a murderer : this act" of yours 
 Will leave me very lonely. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 21 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 I repent. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 There is no sin like that of looking back 
 When one has sinned. Whatever one attempts 
 If perfected in patience brings reward. 
 My Carloman will prosper : his whole heart 
 Is gone away from me. 
 
 Why there he is, 
 'Passing in zealous talk with Boniface. 
 
 [CARLOMAN and BONIFACE cross from right to left at the 
 back of the hall. GENEVIVA intercepts them} 
 
 Farewell ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [arrested] O Geneviva ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Not my name, 
 
 Never my name again. Say, holy father 
 They take new titles who renounce the world ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [with flushing eagerness] 
 
 Then you too will renounce it ? oh, the joy ! 
 There is a strange new passion in your eyes. 
 Speak to me . . . but you cannot ! I could take 
 No leave of you in your fierce, worldly mood ; 
 Now all is changed. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Yes, all. How long ago 
 It seems since we were married ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Think the day 
 
 Is yet to come, the joy is all before. 
 [taking her face between his hands} 
 
22 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Boniface, this is no temptress' face ! 
 God has been with her, and she starts as I 
 Free in the great endeavour. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Do you choose, 
 
 Lady, a mere retreat among the nuns, 
 Or, like your husband, do you break all ties 
 That bind you to the earth ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 They all are broken : 
 Except . . . oh, I forgot ! I have a son. 
 
 CARLOMAN . 
 
 [nervously] 
 
 Pepin will guard him. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Are you dreaming still ? 
 Fool, fool ! I tell you Pepin shall decide 
 What robes I wear, and haply suffer me 
 Sometimes at entertainments to look on, 
 And see young Charlemagne praised. But for my child 
 He shall remain with me. 
 
 [Re-enter PEPIN]. All is confirmed. 
 
 1 shall not quit the world. How easily 
 
 A man is duped with God upon the brain ! 
 I shall continue in my womanhood, 
 Giving, receiving pleasure. 
 
 I have heard 
 
 So much and suddenly ; for Marcomir 
 Is to become a monk. 
 
 [to CARLOMAN] Give him no welcome. 
 
 He takes the cowl a penitent ; he is not, 
 Like you, a white-souled wayfarer. 
 [to PEPIN] How strange 
 That we must pair together, you and I ; 
 I know so little of your tastes and now 
 I must be often in your company. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 MARCOMIK. 
 
 My lord, speak to her. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Come, an end to this ! 
 Brother, if you are wise you will not leave 
 This woman in the world. Convents are made 
 To tame the pride of such and keep them cool. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Geneviva, for my sake, and yet ... 
 Not so, beloved. 
 
 [He turns away and covers his face.] 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Marcomir, farewell ! 
 
 You will be monks together. When my husband 
 Forgets me, you must bring me to his thoughts- 
 Recall that day we hunted and you fell ; 
 
 1 stayed to tend you ; but the whole live day 
 My voice rang through the woods for Carloman 
 Until I wearied you ; he was not found ; 
 
 But you remember how I cried for him. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Consul, have pity on her. I am free, 
 But she has need of love. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 O insolence ! 
 
 The virginal chill heart ! No intercession ! 
 [to CARLOMAN] 
 
 Our marriage is dissolved. How great a stranger 
 You have become to me ! I should grow mad 
 To breathe by you another single hour. 
 [to BONIFACE] 
 
 And you, old man, who stand with such meek eyes, 
 Though you have robbed me of my name of wife, 
 And made my boy an orphan go your way ! 
 
24 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 I cannot curse you, but I prophesy : 
 Dishonour motherhood, plant virgin homes, 
 Give to religion the sole charge of love, 
 And you will rear up lust of such an ice 
 As Death himself will shiver at. 
 [to PEPIN] Lead on ! 
 
 Now there is hope you may become a King, 
 There should be some high festival to keep 
 To-night in everlasting memory. 
 Lead me away. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Brother, in all good luck ! 
 And may the Convent's fare be angels' food. 
 Your wife's tears soon will dry. 
 
 [Exeunt PEPIN and GENEVIVA.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The thing to do 
 
 Is simply just the sole thing to be done. 
 There should have been no tears, no taking leave ; 
 A freeman can do anything he will. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Take me along with you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Ah where to God ? 
 Why would you come with me ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 You must not ask, 
 
 Some rival slain in haste the ebbing back 
 Of hatred that has left the face exposed 
 Of a dead foe I spared not. I have struck 
 On something in my nature that is foul, 
 That goes on breeding in me, that will taint 
 My fellows : I must purify my heart 
 With lonely fasting and continual prayers. 
 My hope is all in Time : though Time defaces 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 25 
 
 So much of what is fair, it dims the spots : 
 I who am just a murderer to myself, 
 Who close my eyes upon a sleeping guilt 
 And waking, answer to the bloody name, 
 Have some faint courage that a transformation 
 Will come . . . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Oh, do not put your trust in Time ; 
 Put on at once forever, leap to God ! 
 Have done with age and death and faltering friends, 
 Assailing circumstance, the change of front 
 That one is always meeting in oneself, 
 The plans, the vacillations let them go ! 
 And you will put on immortality 
 As simply as a vesture. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 And you think 
 Of starting when ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Now : we are on the road. 
 
ACT II 
 
 SCENE : An audience- chamber in the old Lateran Palace, 
 Rome. 
 
 [Enter ZACHARIAS and DAMIANI.] 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 And so the Lombard yielded . . . ? 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Not to me, 
 
 But to my God . Each man of woman born 
 
 Is fashioned in God's outer image : few 
 
 Are so compact of Him they feel His strength 
 
 Within their body as a force that pushes 
 
 Its way and dissipates the hollow crowd 
 
 Of godless men ; but from my youth I prayed 
 
 I might be like Him in my inward parts 
 
 As in my form of dust : and there was nothing 
 
 That stood against me. It was simple joy 
 
 To meet the opposition of my foes, 
 
 To meet triumphant wickedness, to meet 
 
 The deadliest torpor ; for they had an end 
 
 As night and mist are ended by the sun. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 You act on a dread thought. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 The thought conceived, 
 
 Life has no terrors. It is emptiness 
 
 Alone that makes us timid and inert : 
 
 Fill up the void, we go from strength to strength 
 
 In our possession. When I worship God, 
 
 The pyx upon the altar where He dwells 
 
 Has not a closer hold on Him than I. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 27 
 
 9 DAMIANI. 
 
 No wonder that men fear you in their hearts, 
 And yield when you approach them ! 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 But you questioned 
 
 About my recent journey to the hills, 
 
 That I might save Perugia from the craft 
 
 Of Rachis, the vile Lombard King. I went 
 
 And faced him ... all his treachery gave way, 
 
 The town was mine again ; and more than this, 
 
 All his ambition vanished at my feet 
 
 He promised to renounce the world itself, 
 
 Like Carloman, the Consul of the Franks, 
 
 Who left his wife, his honours and his home 
 
 To dwell on Mount Soracte. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 Carloman 
 His fame spreads every day. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 I felt a warmth 
 
 Myself to see the man, and when he came 
 A welcome rushed out from my soul, such life 
 Tempered the resolution of his face. 
 God dwelt in him yet fitfully it seemed, 
 A fever in his blood, not constant health, 
 Unalterable habit, as with those 
 To whom God is the same now, yesterday, 
 And always. As I blessed him I became 
 Disquieted his long hands were never still. 
 He needed discipline, such changeless hours 
 As make the spirit stable. Now he seeks 
 Another meeting, so this letter says, 
 To ask me some petition for himself, 
 And for his friend. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 He leaves a noble brother, 
 
28 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Religious and undaunted, in his place, 
 Pepin the Mayor. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 On whom I build my trust. 
 I would that Rachis left upon his throne 
 A brother who could stand by Carloman's : 
 But Astolph has a rebel's countenance, 
 The only eyes that never bent to mine. 
 He looked upon me as a robber might 
 Who saw in God's own altar but a setting 
 To jewels that he coveted. And when 
 Rachis knelt down and vowed to leave the world, 
 And there was silence in the Lombard host, 
 I heard a ringing laugh, and Astolph shook 
 His yellow hair with joy. I never saw 
 So mad a gesture God will strike him down ! 
 
 \Enter a CARDINAL.] 
 
 CARDINAL. 
 The Lombard King would see you. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Lead him in, 
 We will receive our penitent. [Exit CARDINAL.] 
 
 This Rachis 
 
 Shall make your Convent famous : Mount Casino 
 Shall have its royal monk. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 A gracious thought. 
 [Enter RACHIS with two CARDINALS.] 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Welcome ! You come to Rome to take your vow. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 I come to ask your counsel first. My father, 
 I have no trust in Astolph, he is stubborn, 
 
IN Till-; NAME OF TIME 29 
 
 Heretical, and will bewitch my people 
 From all allegiance to your holy throne. 
 I speak of certain danger. 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 Ah! 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 I love you, 
 
 I love the peaceful service of the cell, 
 And each affection tears me bitterly : 
 Yet for the sake of keeping my wild hordes 
 Your servants, I am willing to renounce 
 The pleasure of the cloister, if your wisdom 
 Absolve me from my promise and restore me 
 To Kingship over Astolph. 
 
 [He watches ZACHARIAS with the utmost anxiety} 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 What you plead 
 
 Is politic . . . but, stay, I rob the Church 
 Of glory if I think of what is safe ; 
 God can protect His own the fiercer battle, 
 The heavenlier triumph. He received your oath, 
 Not I. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 You are His Pope, you can remit ... 
 And you would rule in peace. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 How dare you tempt 
 
 The Lord your God, upon whose earthly throne 
 I sit ? Get from me ! One short month ago 
 You were yourself blaspheming in the land, 
 A heretic like Astolph and a slave 
 To your own lust. Begone ! The convent walls 
 Alone can save you. If you drop away 
 There is no limit to the punishment 
 
30 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 God deals to such backslider ; you become 
 Perjured for all eternity. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 Alas, 
 
 Is there no service that will soften God, 
 Except the cloister ? 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 Fool and hypocrite, 
 
 There is no way to Him except the path 
 A man's best moment finds, and you are lost 
 It you regret your vow to break from it 
 Is utterly impossible : a star 
 Can no more leave the music of its course 
 Than any mortal break his word to God. 
 Your soul is bound for ever. 
 
 [Enter CARLOMAN and MARCOMIR with another Cardinal.] 
 
 Dearest son, 
 
 I greet you with God's blessing, 
 [to MARCOMIR] And on you 
 Confer the same. How prospers Carloman ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Oh, well, dear father. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 He who keeps his knees 
 Is Rachis, King of Lombardy. He takes 
 Like you the fearful vow to be a monk. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 [to CARLOMAN] Protect me, help me, holy Carloman ; 
 Let me return with you. I am distracted . . . 
 A perjured man God will destroy in hate. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Come with me, come . . . but not to make confession, 
 To tabulate your crimes ; come to the cloister, 
 
IN THE NAMK OF TIME 31 
 
 To solitude, the simple light of God. 
 
 You must not dream, because your wickedness 
 
 Has waked you to disgust, that you are called. 
 
 The trouble is not betwixt God and sin ; 
 
 Sin does not shut God out, it is the lantern 
 
 Flashing across the dark void of the world 
 
 Most penetrative pulses ; use the flare 
 
 For such poor revelation as it yields. 
 
 But this new life . . . you must arise and go 
 
 Toward it as disencumbered as of old 
 
 Abraham went up to Ur, all his possessions 
 
 Kept for him in a mystery out of sight. 
 
 To dream of them is faith, and to forget 
 
 All one has touched and handled, loved or wrought 
 
 Of sin or righteousness, the perfect sign 
 
 The new man is begotten. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 Pray for me, 
 
 It you are in God's favour. Teach me how 
 To win a better throne than I have lost, 
 Safe from my brother, a perpetual seat 
 High in the heavens. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [with a ringing laugh} If that is your ambition, 
 Oh then, how clear it is that you are damned, 
 Wherever you may lodge ! 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 Ha terrible ! 
 
 You must not curse me ; as the meanest slave 
 I am content to cringe . . . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 And heaven detests 
 
 A beggar's whining. God is made for Kings, 
 Who need no favours, come to Him for nothing 
 Except Himself. 
 
32 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 But does that satisfy ? 
 You who have borne the Convent many months 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 Yes, you can now bear witness to this poor 
 Mistrusting wretch that you have no regrets. 
 Speak out your true experience. 
 
 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 catching his breath] I am sad. 
 
 to ZACHARIAS] I cannot speak with this petitioner 
 Trembling beside me : give him judgment first, 
 And then hear my complaint. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 [sternly] No : let him hear 
 
 What have you against God ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I have not found Him. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 You fast ? You have been diligent in prayer ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [more excitedly] I cannot pray scarcely at Angelus 
 The sun so flares and changes ... in the cold 
 East clouds there is such witness to His strength 
 Ere he lay him down : the life, the passion 
 Arrest me and I weep. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 You cannot pray ! 
 But in the cloister. . . . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Oh, those other prayers 
 
 That I am set, I say them when I must, 
 
IN THI-: NA.MI-; OF TIME 33 
 
 I sing within the chapel, dig and plant, 
 
 And eat my portion ; then there comes an hour, 
 
 For which my heart has saved itself all day, 
 
 When I can be alone sole preparation 
 
 The spirit makes when she would be with God 
 
 I turn from Time's small dues of speech and habit 
 
 To serve Eternity, the joy is coming 
 
 That has no moment : and a noise is made, 
 
 A monk approaches me, and I am summoned 
 
 To visitors who seek me as a marvel 
 
 To gaze upon. O father, when they look 
 
 I reel with shame. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 What would you ? Such example 
 As yours confounds the foolish. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Grant my prayer- 
 Our prayers, for Marcomir's are joined to mine 
 That we may leave Soracte and retire 
 To some far convent hidden in the hills. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Wisely you ask the natural medicine 
 Your state requires. 
 
 Good prior Damiani, 
 The brothers Carloman and Marcomir 
 Together with King Rachis join your rule. 
 Let them obey you, leading tranquil lives. 
 [apart to DAMIANI] 
 Firm discipline ! 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 [jrom the ground] O holy pontiff, grant 
 That I may change with Carloman Soracte 
 For me, if you are merciful. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Not so. 
 
 This zealous son of ours has felt the poison 
 Of worldly visits trouble him. 
 
34 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [sharply] Sin needs 
 
 A tomb in which to die. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 Fool ! I am lost ! 
 
 [He throws himself again on the ground in despair.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 We thank you, father, for we bound our hearts 
 
 And brains and bodies with the fearful oath 
 
 To live in God, and the great Tempter Time 
 
 Has thwarted us persistently with bondage 
 
 Of interruption. Claims and trifles hinder 
 
 Our worship of what passes not away ; 
 
 [vehemently] 
 
 And I am chafed, my father. 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 There is something 
 
 Terribly painful in your eyes pray much, 
 And think but seldom. 
 
 [Enter another Cardinal] 
 
 CARDINAL. 
 
 Saintly Boniface 
 Comes from the Prankish Court. 
 
 [He ushers BONIFACE in] * 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 A triple blessing 
 
 On this most reverend head. You come from Pepin 
 Or Chilperic ? Here is Carloman. 
 
 BONIFACE. ' 
 
 Beloved, 
 Why have you left Soracte ? 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 35 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Visitors 
 
 Wasted my leisure : I became a sight, 
 Like some caged animal. 
 
 For Mount Casino. 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 He leaves to-day 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 [to CARLOMAN] You are happy ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Yes ... 
 
 Oh, no, not happy ; it is different : 
 Not as you feel when you have won the goal, 
 But as you feel when racing. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Do you care 
 To ask no news of Pepin or . . . of ,. . . ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No. [he turns away.] 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 What is your mission, good Archbishop ? 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Pepin 
 
 Sends me to ask your blessing and to pray 
 That you would place upon his head the crown 
 That Chilperic seems to wear, but which, in truth, 
 He, Pepin, owns unworn ! 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 We have considered 
 
 This matter on our knees before our God, 
 And questioned what the power He lodged with us 
 
36 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Might in such case attempt : we have been taught 
 
 A glorious lesson that as Samuel made 
 
 And unmade Kings, because God ruled in him, 
 
 So we can put away the faineant, 
 
 Disgraceful Chilperic, and proclaim as King 
 
 Pepin, our doughty servant. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [starting] Pepin King ! 
 
 [turning aside again] 
 
 Why should this news so knock to enter why ? 
 
 It seems to make me open a shut door : 
 
 I see the Rhone, I see my father's roof, 
 
 The gay French faces ! Pepin, King ! 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 I hear 
 
 Your will with joy. It is a deadly peril 
 To France that she is governed by a man 
 No better than an image, golden-haired 
 But lifeless as a stone. The very people 
 Laugh at the word, a King. But all will change 
 When Pepin 's bulk of character extends 
 The meaning of his office. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Pepin, King ! 
 ; O Marcomir, you have heard it ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Yes, I heard . . . 
 
 No matter ! He has ruled so long, the title 
 Will fall on him as new years follow old. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 [to BONIFACE.] 
 
 We bid you see he is proclaimed ; ourself 
 Have hope to crown him when occasion brings 
 Either the Frank to us or us to him. 
 Although he want our oil, we give him grace 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 37 
 
 To exercise all sovereignty, immuring 
 Chilperic within the cloister where he dwells. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [suddenly to ZACH ARIAS.] 
 Oh, you can act for God, ajid I must pray ; 
 There is a distance from Him in my life 
 Since I can only pray : while there is nearness 
 Between your life and His creative Be I 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 [astonished] My son, what do you mean ? 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 O Carloman ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Pardon. I spoke aloud a scudding thought 
 That filled my head one moment. So divine 
 It is to act God's Counsel. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 We can serve Him 
 Only if stable, for the life of life 
 Is calm as the untroubled sea and changeless. 
 Go, follow Damiani, dearest son ! 
 
 BONIFACE 
 
 Peace be to you, beloved Carloman. 
 My prayers, though often offered on the earth 
 Of heathen lands, are yours at morn and night. 
 I never can forget you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Pepin, King ! 
 
 O Boniface, I think you said farewell. 
 You journey far and far ; you see strange faces, 
 And woods where idols live in solitude, 
 Hamlets and forges, feasts, the glare of arms, 
 
38 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 And great unpeopled plains so full of wind 
 It seems the owner, while the little trees 
 And grass are slaves : and thus you wander on 
 God's messenger . . . Ha, ha ! The little trees 
 And grass ! . . . Good-bye ! 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 My child 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [gently] Yes, Boniface ? 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Nothing. I can but bless you. Go, in peace. 
 
 [As CARLOMAN moves away, MARCOMIR bends forward.] 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 Is the Queen well ? 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Ask not ; he has not asked. 
 
ACT III 
 
 SCENE : The Garden and Cloisters of Monte Casino. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [striking himself with a stone] 
 
 What tides of rapture spring at every stroke ! 
 
 Have mercy, God ! Such agony of pleasure 
 
 I felt when she came near. Oh, can it be 
 
 I have not yet inflicted utter pain ? 
 
 Is there some chaste and vigorous suffering 
 
 Beyond the shameful wiles , with which the lash 
 
 Unnerves me ? Pain, more pain ! 
 
 [He strikes himself without pity ; then, seeing DAMIANI 
 enter the court, he hurriedly drops the shard.] 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 Your hand is bleeding. 
 I see ! Although I took away your silex 
 You yet have braved my will. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 I need the rod. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 You need obedience. Flog yourself again, 
 You will be locked in prison like your friend. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [in a low voice] 
 He has no guilt. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 No guilt ! You have not heard 
 I caught him flushed with triumph at the news 
 That Astolph in defiance of the Pope 
 
40 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Is laying siege to Rome. Good Rachis wept 
 As well he might, but Carloman blasphemed 
 Would I were with your brother ! and for this 
 I had him shut in darkness fourteen days. 
 The term is over, and to change your sullen, 
 Ascetic mood it is a festival 
 You shall restore your friend to liberty. 
 You err through over-discipline, a fault, 
 But one that brings us honour ; stubbornness 
 Like his disgraces the whole brotherhood. 
 Admonish him ! If he is quite subdued 
 He shall be suffered to resume his rank 
 Among his fellows : for yourself, remember 
 Humility is satisfied with penance 
 The Church inflicts. No private luxury ! 
 Do not offend again. 
 
 [Exit.] 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Not use the rod ! 
 
 Not use it when I feel incitements rapid 
 As points of fire awake me to the knowledge 
 That all my flesh is burning ! Every flint 
 Becomes a new temptation. How confess 
 To him I love his wife, and guiltily ! 
 O Geneviva, do the swans still crowd 
 Round you to feed them ? Are you mistress still 
 In the old palace ? Can there be a doubt ? 
 If Pepin dare insult you O this frock, 
 This girdle, not a sword belt ! And your husband 
 Who brought you to such peril with his dreams, 
 Let the light wake him ! 
 
 [MARCOMIR unlocks the prison- door, flings it open and 
 draws back behind the trellis of vines.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 What has struck my eyes ? 
 Is it the air, the sun, an open door ? 
 Oh, it is dark with brightness, and half-blinds, 
 So rushing in ! I would have been with God 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 41 
 
 When the light broke in answer to His cry ; 
 I would have seen it pushing its broad leaves 
 Through Chaos as it travelled ! 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [advancing] I am come 
 
 To give you freedom. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [seizing his hand like a boy] 
 
 Are the throstles fledged 
 I left within the orchard ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 They are gone . . . 
 Besides, we must not wander recollect ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I do ; I was a goatherd on those hills 
 
 Before my punishment [pointing to the prison]. 
 
 How sad you look ! Come with me ; I will show you 
 
 The flock of goats leaping from crag to crag 
 
 And have you ever drunk their milk ? It foams ; 
 
 Its thousand little bubbles seem themselves 
 
 Full of an airy life, and in the smack 
 
 Of the warm draught something exhilarates 
 
 And carries one along. Come to the hills ! 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 Dear Carloman 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 These cloisters are so dull 
 
 Where you sit brooding morn and eve ; beyond 
 One sees the clouds laying their restless fingers 
 Across the scaurs. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But is that meditation, 
 And does one so find peace ? 
 
42 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The dew is there 
 
 In the green hollows ; when I see those steeped 
 And shining fields, my heart fills to the brim, 
 And, though I yearn, my yearning satisfies. 
 Come with me : fast as I attain, with you 
 I share the secret. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But you strike me dumb. 
 You have forgotten, we are bound by vows, 
 By our obedience. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Are we bound by hopes, 
 By yesterday's lost hopes ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But promises 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I promised to be God's, ah yes, I promised, 
 As two on earth agree to be together 
 For evermore, vowed lovers. Is the marriage 
 In the companionship or in the vow ? 
 Why, Geneviva is still vowed my wife. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But we must keep our troth. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 We must escape 
 
 From anything that is become a bond, 
 No matter who has forged the chain, ourselves, 
 An enemy, a friend : and this escape, 
 This readjustment is the penitence, 
 The sole that I will practise. 
 
 [looking more narrowly at MARCOMIR] But your eyes 
 Are witheringly remorseful. One would say 
 
IN Till-: NAME ol- TIME 43 
 
 Thut you had been some sunshines in the dark, 
 You, and not I. Open your heart to me. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 I hate you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Hate me, why ? For heresy ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 No, for your blindness : think what you have done, 
 Think of ... at least, think of your only child 
 Mewed within convent walls. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 There is escape. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 What, for a child ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [clenching his hand] Per Baccho, but my son 
 Shall never wear a tonsure. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Time will prove ! 
 
 You stand so free and noble in the light 
 Yet it is you who brought me to despair. 
 One cannot be a fool, one of God's fools, 
 Unconscious of the ill in others' hearts, 
 And not breed deadly mischief. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I entreated 
 You would not come with me. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 You drew me on ; 
 You cannot help it, you make life so royal 
 
44 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Men follow you and think they will be Kings, 
 And then 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 What ails you ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Have you watched the lepers ? 
 Waiting outside the churches to be blest ? 
 They pray, they linger, they receive their God, 
 And yet depart uncleansed. 
 
 Do not continue 
 
 To question me, but listen. Bend your eyes 
 Full on me ! I have never told the Prior, 
 I cannot ; and I would not breathe it now 
 But for her sake. The lady Geneviva 
 Is spotless ; but my thoughts have been defiled. 
 I love her, I have never won her love, 
 Must never strive to win it. It is hell 
 To think of her. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 You never won her love ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Never. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 She had so many favourites, 
 Poor boy ! and you were thwarted. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But her bond, 
 My deep disloyalty ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No more of this 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 If I were in the world, it is to her 
 I should return. 
 
IN Till. NAME OF TIME 45 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The doors are strongly barred : 
 There is no other hindrance. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 They are come 
 
 The brethren and the prior : you must kneel 
 And then be reinstated. I forgot. 
 
 [Enter DAMIANI and a number of monks.] 
 
 DAMIANf. 
 
 Brother, we have great joy in your release, 
 And hasten to embrace you. Own your fault 
 Submissively, then rise and take your place 
 In our rejoicing band. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I will not kneel. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 Respect your vow. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But there is no such thing 
 A vow ! as well respect the case that sheathes 
 The chrysalis, when the live creature stirs ! 
 We make these fetters for ourselves, and then 
 We grow and burst them. It is clear no man 
 Can so forecast the changes of his course 
 That he can promise so I will remain, 
 Such, and no other. Words like these are straws 
 The current plays with as it moves along. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 My brethren, do not listen ; he is mad. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, you are mad ; you cannot see that Time 
 Is God's own movement, all that He can do 
 
46 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Between the day a man is born and dies. 
 
 Listen a little : is there one of you 
 
 Who looks upon the sunlight and the buds 
 
 That moss the vines in March, and does not feel 
 
 Now I am living with these changeful things ; 
 
 The instant is so golden for us all, 
 
 And this is life ? Think what the vines would be 
 
 If they were glued forever, and one month 
 
 Gave them a law the richness that would cease, 
 
 The flower, the shade, the ripening. We are men, 
 
 With fourscore years for season, and we alter 
 
 So exquisitely often on our way 
 
 To harvest and the end. It must be so. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 Is this what darkness and strict punishment 
 Have wrought in the corruption of your mind ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I lay as seeds lie in the prison-house, 
 Dying and living living evermore, 
 Pushed by a spark of time to join the hours, 
 To go along with them. 
 
 A MONK. 
 
 But, brother, this 
 Is overwhelming. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Sin, can that be dropped ? 
 
 CARLOMAN . 
 
 Never, there is no need. Life seizes all 
 
 Its own vile refuse, hurries it along 
 
 To something different ; religion makes 
 
 The master-change, turning our black to white ; 
 
 But so, as from earth's foulness, the stem drains 
 
 Corruption upward, and the cleanly flower 
 
 Waves like a flame at last. 
 
IN THK NAMi: OF TIME 47 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 O Carloman, 
 My brother, I am saved ! 
 
 [The monks press round CARLOMAN tumultuously .] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But all of you 
 
 Be saved, and on the instant ! Yes, the prior, 
 You all of you, do not believe me mad. 
 It is your misery, I think, that more, 
 More than the urgent torment of my soul 
 Has brought me to the truth, the healing truth 
 That we must give our natures to the air, 
 To light and liberty, suppressing nothing, 
 Freeing each passion : we have slaves within, 
 So many slaves, and I have learnt that saints 
 Have dungeons that they dare not look into, 
 The horror is so deadly. Force the locks, 
 Let the fierce captives ravage. Better far 
 Murder and rapine in the city-streets, 
 Than lust and hatred's unfulfilled desires ! 
 Be saved ; strike free into the world come out ! 
 Oh, you can do it I have spoken truth, 
 I see that by your faces. 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 [touching DAMIANI'S shoulder] Surely, prior, 
 We must arrest this traitor. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 [in a whisper ] Half the brethren 
 
 Are in the chapel : I will bring them down 
 
 In mass on these insurgent novices. 
 
 [aloud] Children, I leave you : wrestle with temptation 
 
 I now can only aid you with my prayers. 
 
 When you have heard him through, decide ; and either 
 
 Lead him in chains to me ; or if his lies 
 
 Prevail with you, then put me in your prisons, 
 
48 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 And let the devil rule. 
 
 [to CARLOMAN] Now do your worst 
 
 With your blaspheming tongue. 
 
 [Exit.] 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 We should be fools 
 To listen to him it is mutiny ; 
 And there are walled-up dungeons. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, the hills 
 
 For all, if all are reckless ; it is just 
 The one that fears who is the traitor-foe 
 Imperilling brave men. 
 
 ist MONK. 
 
 But how break free ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 How ? All of us march with a single mind 
 Making a strong procession from the gates. 
 
 2nd MONK. 
 
 The Church has soldiers : whither could we go 
 Unarmed and with an angry multitude . . . 
 
 ist MONK. 
 Whither ? 
 
 3rd MONK. 
 
 Besides we are not of one mind 
 Now he stops preaching ; it was like a spell. 
 
 4th MONK. 
 The heretic ! 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 Tush ! 'Tis the kind of frenzy 
 That seizes every novice. Carloman, 
 Will you not hear my voice ? 
 
IN THE NAM I. OF TIME 49 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, good old monk, 
 
 God's servants must not listen but to Him. 
 You have grown comfortable as the years 
 Rolled on, no matter. What the novice suffers, 
 What every novice suffers, speak of that. 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 I have forgotten it. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 \ 
 
 You can forget 
 
 What you have suffered ; then 'tis waste of time 
 To listen to you. W T hat we suffer once 
 In youth in childhood and our secret youth, 
 We suffer to our grave. 
 [turning to another monk] Have you forgotten ? 
 
 ist MONK. 
 
 No, but the pain is numb, so long ago 
 My parents spoilt my life to have their will ; 
 I must endure the best they could conceive, 
 And save their souls. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 If you should lose your own ! 
 A curse on parents ! The one truth that led me 
 To seek the cloister was my certitude 
 A man's existence lodges in himself 
 And is not owned by kindred. 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 Gently, brother, 
 
 You had your way, and made yourself a monk ; 
 Now you are all for change so is the world 
 For bitter change. 
 
 ist MONK. 
 
 My mistress has been married, 
 And would but laugh at me. 
 
50 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 Time works such wonders 
 If we will give him time to work them in. 
 
 ist MONK. 
 It is too late. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 A maxim for the dead. 
 It never is too late for any seeing, 
 For any recognition we are wrong. 
 It is a man's despair, not his confession 
 Proves him contemptible. Too late, you say, 
 Too late but there are countries where 'tis spring 
 And harvest many times within the year. 
 Besides, we must not tarry in a place 
 The moments do not wash with dew ; we wither, 
 Death has his secret will with us. Believe ! 
 Act on the instant. 
 
 OLD MONK. 
 
 The high gates are barred, 
 And yonder is the Prior. 
 
 [DAMIANI, with RACHIS and a large troop of monks, is 
 seen coming from the Chapel.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The gates are strong ; 
 But you and I and all of us can pass 
 Through them in simple triumph if we will 
 With one consent. 
 
 Why, they are opening now ! 
 How gloriously ! Armed riders ! 
 
 [Enter ASTOLPH with a band of Lombard soldiers.] 
 
 MONKS. 
 
 Miracle ! 
 A sign from God. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 51 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Not one of you shall come. 
 What, flocking to my side because a door 
 Turns on its hinges shame ! 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 Where's Carloman ? 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 [advancing] Who asks ? 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 The King of Lombardy. 
 
 Give place ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 My saviour ! 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 Are you Carloman the Frank ? 
 
 I like you yes, your face is eloquent. 
 
 You do not keep your eyes upon the ground, 
 
 Like this dear relative. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [staring fixedly at ASTOLPH] You glitter so, 
 You glitter like the golden Vines, your hair 
 Is gold, your armour full of spokes and rays. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 And you are muffled in a sackcloth-bag ; 
 The contrast strikes you. 
 [to DAMIANI] Lunatic ? 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 And worse 
 
 A rebel, an apostate, noble prince, 
 For whom I bring these manacles. 
 
52 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 And I 
 
 An extra horse ; for, lunatic or sane, 
 I must have speech with 
 
 [turning to CARLOMAN with a laugh] 
 
 Do you know your name ? 
 We who are kings and soldiers know it well, 
 And Christendom remembers. Ah, I see ! 
 You are not happy, so they call you mad. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 Have you no word for me ? I am a King, 
 A King discrowned and more, you have my crown. 
 Are you grown sick of it ? 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 My dear old Rachis, 
 Do not look covetous ! I am not come 
 To take you from your prayers. 
 
 RACHIS. 
 
 You think you triumph, 
 But when you roll your thirsty tongue in hell, 
 And see me in the peace of Abraham's bosom, 
 Watching your pain 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 To every dog his day ! 
 \with a shudder] 
 
 Ah, then meanwhile there is a blowing wind, 
 And all the world to ravish . . . Carloman, 
 We are the brothers now . . . [to DAMIANI] Yes, I and this 
 
 [RACHIS sneaks off, hissing curses.] 
 Fraternal soul, your madman. 
 
 An interview ? 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 Do you need 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 53 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 I take it, thank you. Glance 
 A moment at my soldiers and retire. 
 
 [They all withdraw.] 
 
 Come to the well, where we can sit and talk, 
 And I can have a draught. 
 
 [Pie looses his helmet and dips it in the well. CARLOMAN 
 puts both hands round it as soon as it is full of water.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Wait ! [drinking] Cool and strong ! 
 That prison-stuff was stagnant. Sunshine's warmth, 
 The cool of water, how they both refresh ! 
 [looking up with a smile] 
 Now, brilliant one, your business ? 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 Will you leave 
 The Monastery ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 At once. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 You have no terror ? 
 You will not creep back, conscience in your nerves ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Let me but pass the door. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 [laughing] You see it swings. 
 
 I left it open. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Then we start at once. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 [checking him] 
 
 No, stay a little. Are you still the friend 
 
 Of Zacharias ? 
 
54 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 He is great. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 No doubt 
 
 And most sagacious, for he seeks your brother 
 To win him with the bribe of sacred oil 
 As vassal and ally against myself. 
 I started here from Rome the hour I heard 
 That Zacharias had crept out by night 
 To travel northward and defeat my hopes. 
 You must arrive before him ! I am come 
 Sure, from report, that you will help my cause, 
 You, who have been a ruler. I contend 
 No supernatural power should have control 
 Of lands and cities, troops and civil rights, 
 Matters distinct from God, as from the world 
 The service he requires. Life is so easy 
 If we will keep it human quarrel, murder, 
 And then make friends : we have so short a time 
 To sin together . . . but this hate deferred, 
 These pestilential menaces ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The Pope 
 
 Shall never injure France ! 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 It lies with you 
 
 To break the threatened treaty. You have owned 
 Power over Pepin ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Yes ; tho' tardily, 
 He followed all my counsels. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 Ride, and stop 
 This treaty. If you ride you will forestall 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 55 
 
 The Pontiff's slower inarch ; and I meantime 
 
 Will press the siege of Rome . . . you must not mind 
 
 The ache of stiffened muscles. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Hills and plains 
 
 And trees the olives, cypresses and vines ; 
 Then France with nuts and poplars ! But you keep me 
 In one great palpitation. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 Zacharias, 
 
 Besetting me from north and southward, crushes 
 My strongest forces. What a splendid thing 
 For the old man to travel in the heat 
 So far to work my ruin ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But the world 
 Is for the young, my Astolph. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 Carloman, 
 
 I love you. Why, I feel a lad, eighteen, 
 When looking on you. Come, we two must kiss ; 
 We may not burn together, flame in flame, 
 Again so we must kiss. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 My blessed one, 
 
 Would I could cleave to you ! You give me freedom, 
 A gift so rarely thought of. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 [calling a monk] Fetch the Prior, 
 
 The brethren, now this instant. We must start. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Grant me beside the freedom for myself 
 Salvation for another. 
 
56 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 What, a monk 
 
 Still half of you ! Such trouble for men's souls 
 But have your wish. Once on the battlefield, 
 Men will become your prey.. This solid jaw 
 Means grip you will not loose. O Carloman, 
 If I can circumvent the Pope, and then 
 Stretch him a bleeding quarry at my feet 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 What, Zacharias ! 
 
 But I plead for France ; 
 Popes must not meddle with her. 
 
 ASTOLPH. 
 
 [as the PRIOR and Monks re-enter} I require 
 The services of Carloman : another 
 Whom he will choose attends him. 
 
 DAMIANI. 
 
 Impious wretch, 
 You steal from God His servants ! 
 
 [ASTOLPH laughs and moves up the courtyard to summon his 
 men : DAMIANI and RACHIS talk to each other ; the monks 
 listen in a scared group} 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [drawing MARCOMIR to the front} Marcomir, 
 Come from this graveyard. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 No, I must not come, 
 I dare not ; she is yours. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Is mine ? You wrong her 
 Not yours nor mine. Earth's wisdom will begin 
 When all relationships are put away, 
 
IN THE NAME OF T1M1, 57 
 
 With their dull pack of duties, and we look 
 Curious, benignant, with a great compassion 
 Into each other's lives. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 It is not so 
 
 I look ; I have a lust to gratify, 
 A lust for very shame I loathe to mix 
 With Geneviva's image. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Faugh ! because 
 
 You think that I possess her ! Cursed bonds, 
 Cursed law that makes this riot in the heart ! 
 Come forth ; all will be gentle out of doors. 
 Gird up your habit. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 She ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Is but herself, 
 
 O Marcomir, we tarry and the leaves 
 Are tossing through the air 
 
 [ASTOLPH throws his scarlet riding- cloak over CARLOMAN, 
 who seizes MARCOMIR with an impetuous movement and 
 draws him toward the horses that champ at the gate.] 
 
ACT IV 
 
 SCENE : The Hall of the Prankish Palace. Early morning ; 
 
 the remains of a banquet on the table, drinking- cups, wine 
 
 bottles, faded leaves. 
 
 [A SERVANT is wiping away the stains of wine from the floor .] 
 
 SERVANT. 
 
 It is a cheerful thing to make all clean 
 When one is brisk and cool : this early air 
 Before the sun gets up is fit for men 
 To breathe when they are working. | 
 
 Spot on spot ! 
 
 A stranger to the revel of last night 
 Would take it there had been a massacre 
 To daub the floor so thickly. 
 
 [Enter another SERVANT.] 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 What a strew 
 
 Of glass and muddy wine-drops ! Come up close 
 And listen. There's a curious monk outside 
 Who asks to see the King almost a beggar, 
 And yet a red embroidered riding-cloak 
 Flaunts round his ragged sackcloth ; while his voice 
 Has such a wanton ring we need not trouble 
 Lest he should take the scandal of this room 
 Too much to heart. The jolly soul can pipe ! 
 
 [A voice is heard richly humming] 
 
 Wine is for drinking, 
 
 Glasses for chinking 
 
 Fellowship, pleasure, 
 
 Of the full cup : 
 
 Lift it up, lift it up ! 
 
 And let us be gay and be friends without measure. 
 
IN Till NAME OF TIME 59 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 A monk indeed ! Why we must drink again ! 
 A minstrel ! 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 And his comrade took the horses 
 As he had been a squire. 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 Oh, but the song ! 
 
 I never heard another one like this. 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 Man, they are all the same : but then he sings it 
 As if he had just learnt that grapes have juice, 
 That makes it sound so well. You're pouring wine ? 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 Yes, he must drink for that. Ho, there again ! 
 Have you not caught the line ? 
 
 [They join in as the voice sings] 
 
 These are the treasure 
 
 Of the full cup ; 
 
 Lift it up, lift it up ! 
 
 And let us be gay and be friends without measure. 
 
 Ha, ha ! 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 Come in ! 
 [Enter CARLOMAN.] 
 
 You praise deep drinking you . . . 
 For shame ! A churchman ! But . . . 
 
 How thin ! 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 What eyes ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Shall I have long to wait ? Is Pepin ill, 
 Or is he grown luxurious ? I would say 
 That I remember how your King is famed 
 For industry. He does not lie abed ? 
 
60 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 No, father. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Call me brother if you will. 
 Why do you choke with laughter ? I am ready 
 To laugh with you, to laugh to very tears 
 At what I am and have been. Do not hide 
 A thing so good and bright as laughter Eh ? 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 Mad ! It were best to leave him to himself. 
 
 [They draw back.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [Looking round the room] 
 
 Throw the door wide open. Here we need 
 
 Fresh air even more than water. How the wine 
 
 Cries from the ground shut in with walls, and cast 
 
 Below men's feet, a slough where animals 
 
 Might wallow, and so sour ! Let in the breeze. 
 
 Let in the dawn outside there ! 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 [propping the door] After all 
 
 He is abstemious and sad at sin. 
 Look how profoundly sad ! 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 Such twins of temper 
 
 Are frequent with the crazy. Now he drops 
 His mantle, have you ever seen such limbs 
 A very sea re- crow's ! 
 
 1ST SERVANT. 
 
 But a kindly smile. 
 
 2ND SERVANT. 
 
 He touches things and lifts them up and down 
 Just like an idiot. We must warn the King. 
 
 [Exeunt.] 
 

 IN Till'; NAMK 01 TIME 61 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 A feast, how nasty ! Dabbled vine- leaves, vessels 
 Broken to shivers, the inspiring juice 
 Black on the boards a feast ! Can happiness 
 Leave refuse such as this ? It visits slaves, 
 And then its track is loathsome. Ah, the air 
 Has entered like a wedge, keen, reaching me 
 Through all the mustiness . . . and now I breathe ! 
 The door is not enough, the windows too ... 
 
 [opening one] 
 
 There ! How it enters ! 
 
 [turning toward another window] 
 
 In this room I lived ; 
 It is not altered ? No, the fireplace, east ; 
 My chair in front, and hers . . . but they are crowned 
 At present ; and my name upon that bench. 
 It is more terrible than nightmare this 
 Besieging of one's life by chairs and walls 
 And memories. Ah yes, the walls, the walls, 
 They do the mischief ; and this reek of age 
 From every corner sickens worse than stale 
 Imprisoned fumes of wine. More air ! 
 
 [He throws wide all the windows : then leans out of the 
 last. While his back is turned, GENEVIVA staggers drowsily 
 in, reels to the board, tries to drink, then flings herself against 
 the throne sleeping] 
 
 O Earth, 
 
 How beautiful to think I travelled on 
 
 And on, yet rode against no wall, so freely 
 
 The outworks of your sky gave up their space. 
 
 My brain is tired with interest : what men do 
 
 Or speak enthrals me, I who often paced 
 
 This room as blind to anything alive 
 
 As if a child unborn. 
 
 [Impulsively beginning to pace] 
 
 And yet, my God, 
 
 How great a Captain thou wilt have in me 
 It this bond- King, this Pepin can be freed ; 
 
62 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 If I can do this thing, while Astolph batters 
 The very gates of Rome. 
 
 [pausing at sight of GENEVIVA.] 
 
 But who is this 
 Strange, beautiful, wild woman ? 
 
 Oh, how delicious 
 
 Her arms, her bosom ! Through the sodden hair, 
 Trailing the ground, what glitter, and how clean 
 This naked shoulder lies against the floor. 
 Why, this is Sleep itself ! 
 
 [He comes close.] 
 
 O Gene viva, 
 
 So you too have learnt freedom, and are grown 
 How marvellous in beauty !- Marcomir ! 
 
 [MARCOMIR stands at the door.] 
 
 He must not see her drunken and so flushed ; 
 He shall not. 
 
 [moving quickly to the door] 
 
 I am looking every moment 
 For Pepin ; do not enter. 
 
 [MARCOMIR turns and goes out] 
 
 Oh, my shame, 
 
 If she should open her gray eyes on me, 
 And find me frocked and tonsured . . . for the sun 
 Strikes sheer across her face. 
 
 [He bends over her ; she wakes, looks up, laughs in his face , 
 and then speaks.] 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 So young a guardian ! 
 Most holy father, but I am not dead ; 
 Do not bring rosemary, or sprinkle me 
 With holy drops. 
 
 [rubbing her eyes] They call this morning sleep 
 A beauty sleep. You must not stare so hard. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But do not laugh. 
 
IN Till. NAME OF TIME 63 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 I must ; you are a monk 
 Shame-faced and awkward, [rising] Have you travelled far ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I came on embassy : the Lombard King . . . 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 These kings and princes ! But whoever rules 
 Young men must have their pleasure. You and I 
 Shall we not drink together ? 
 
 [She pours wine into a goblet he drinks] 
 
 God, what thirst ! 
 Now you must rest awhile. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Who are you, lady ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 So should a novice lisp. I am a woman. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Glorious ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 And you ? [she laughs.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Oh, do not jest with me ; 
 You bring a devil to the paradise 
 It is to gaze on you. I am escaped 
 From convent- walls, the wrong, the bitterness ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 These monks are cruel, cruel, and I shudder 
 At their embrace ; yet if I have a joy 
 It is to bring their manhood back to them. 
 Ha, ha ! To see them look the murderer's guilt 
 
64 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 After a moment's pleasure in my arms. 
 You shall not slip me. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I have left the convent 
 A novice, as you say. But who are you 
 So terrible in pity that you touch 
 My hand and draw me to you, though my habit 
 And shaven hair insult you worse, more grossly 
 Than the most wanton bearing you have met 
 In any other man ? I am ashamed 
 That you should see me thus. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 My dearest lovers 
 
 Forsook me to be monks. You are as one 
 That comes to bring me tidings of the dead, 
 The holy dead who have no evil thoughts 
 Or trouble from temptation. 
 [She laughs bitterly] For their sakes 
 You are beloved. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Then put away all speech : 
 When love draws on me put it by as scholars 
 Their task when night falls thick upon the page. 
 Bend over me and kiss me. Do not laugh 
 I love you. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Did you ever love before ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Never. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Then I must tell you who I am : 
 A harlot ... in my palace Do not wince ! 
 
 [she looks at him doubtfully] 
 
IN THK NAA11. ()l- TIMK 65 
 
 I had A husband counted me a temptress 
 And fled : I laugh now to remember it. 
 I loved once ; he I loved became a monk, 
 And therefore I make sport of holy men. 
 I would not scoff at you, not tempt you even. 
 You have deep, burning eyes. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 He was a monk ? 
 
 His name, who fled you ? Would you have your pleasure 
 With me, his name ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 [to herself, shaking her head] 
 
 He had oblivious eyes !' 
 [vindictively] 
 
 My lover's name was Marcomir. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The monk 
 
 Who journeys with me on this embassy 
 Is Marcomir. If you are amorous still 
 Of him . . . 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Not now no more. I am afraid . . . 
 Who are you ? You are surely of my race, 
 Have known me in my youth. A flushing shame 
 Breaks on me 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 And to find you are beloved 
 Moves you ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Not that ! I hear it every day. 
 It is too stale a story. Could I love 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [Observtng^NlbRCOMiR passing and re-passing the windows] 
 
 How dare he watch us ! But I recollect 
 You told me he had been your paramour. 
 
66 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 You come ... he comes, I mean, from Mount Soracte- 
 Then . . . yes, I will have speech with him. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [bitterly] Oh, gossip, 
 
 The convent's gossip. I can furnish that. 
 If you desire him carnally, I yield ; 
 But if ... 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 He knows so much of long ago. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [impulsively] 
 
 Then he shall speak. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Not now ; you must not call ! 
 Not now ; for he remembers 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Ay, the harlot 
 
 Was once a girl, the monk was once a man. 
 If you would speak of life 
 Before it was apprenticed to these trades 
 Of life and youth, virginity and love, 
 My ear will be as ripe for your confession 
 As his. We all remember ; but our wisdom 
 Is to forget : our powers of penitence 
 Must be enfranchised, sin itself set free, 
 No clog or fetter on us ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Carloman, 
 My husband ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Your free lover. Oh, I burn, 
 Burn toward your beauty ! How can you forgive 
 The years I simply owned you ! 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 67 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Am I sweet, 
 
 So sweet to you these lips so many men 
 Have kissed, this body. . . . But you bid me speak 
 Of life and youth, virginity and love, 
 And by a miracle I can. We two 
 Can argue of such matters. 
 
 [As MARCOMIR passes she calls] Marcomir ! 
 
 [She restrains CARLOMAN and goes to the door.] 
 No, / must summon him. 
 
 [MARCOMIR enters] 
 
 Were we not happy, 
 Those days we sat together quite alone 
 Praising and talking of him ? We adored, 
 We each adored him, but we had no part 
 In that lone heart of his. Now all is changed 
 He loves me 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Lady Geneviva ! 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 No 
 
 The harlot, loves the harlot. You can tell me 
 So much of him. What, with him every day ! 
 All through the golden summer and no rain, 
 All through the autumn and its violence ! 
 Did he fall sick of fever ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 I have known 
 
 So little of the seasons. Day and night 
 I prayed that God would keep you chaste. No prayer 
 Of mine was ever answered . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [to MARCOMIR] Dare you pray 
 
 That this should be or that P^The only prayer 
 That is not futile in impiety 
 
68 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Is like a plunge beneath a river's flow 
 
 To feel the strength and pureness of the life 
 
 That courses through the world. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Ah, yes, to bathe, 
 And then to rise up clean. 
 [to MARCOMIR] The very moment 
 
 He spoke of youth, virginity and love 
 I prayed : I am alive. O Marcomir, 
 And there are other words of fellowship, 
 Of joy and youth- time. Let us hold him dear 
 Because he has delivered us ; together 
 Let us give thanks, give courage each to each 
 Unenvious ; let us talk of him once more, 
 Though with a difference I will not use 
 Your comradeship profanely as I did, 
 To set you up against him in caprice, 
 Then leave you wild and empty. He has much 
 To pardon ; you have more. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 No, no ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Ah, no 
 
 Not pardon* Where's the need ? We mortal men 
 Are brought to riot, brought .to abstinence 
 That we may grow on either ready soil 
 The mustard- seed of pleasure, that is filled 
 With wings and sunny leaves. As time goes by 
 We shall have true relations each with each, 
 And with clean hearts receive the usufruct 
 Of what is best, and growing better still 
 In every soul among us. 
 
 [leading her up to MARCOMIR] 
 
 Geneviva, 
 
 His kiss will free your penitence, and teach you 
 He never could regret the past, because 
 It made to-day. 
 
IN THE NAME OF T1.M1 69 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [kissing her] Now, and beyond, beyond 
 
 Your friend and lover. 
 
 I have prayed, like you, 
 The difficult is possible as once. 
 
 life, O Geneviva, I were doomed 
 Indeed, if 1 should dare to rob myself 
 Of all the joy it is to be with you ; 
 That were to die forever. What, reject 
 The gift you have for me, because for him 
 
 You have a different gift ! But take my passion, 
 As I shall learn to take your friendship each 
 Accepting what the other has to give, 
 All will be well between us. 
 
 [Enter PEPIN.] 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Holy brothers, 
 
 At last I join you. Come, this is unseemly . . . 
 A pleasant dame but not within my palace 
 Shall you be tempted to forsake your vows. 
 [to GENEVIVA.] 
 
 Go, get your lovers on the highway ; here 
 You bring disgrace. 
 [to CARLOMAN in a low voice) A courtesan. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 My wife. 
 PEPIN. 
 Thor ! are you crazy ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 And I trusted you, 
 
 1 left her in your charge. Where is my child ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Dead in the cloister half a year ago . . . 
 That was no fault of mine. As for your wife 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [to MARCOMIR] Take; Lady Geneviva to her rooms, 
 
yo IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Her rooms within the palace. 
 
 [to GENEVIVA, as she goes from him] So our boy 
 
 Is dead ! Can you forgive me ? 
 
 [He shudders and bows his head. Exeunt MARCOMIR and 
 GENEVIVA.] 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 On my oath, 
 I could not be her keeper, Carloman. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, that is no man's office. Of herself 
 She was what she has been, and each of us 
 Should say no word against her to our shame, 
 Nor any word to one another more 
 Than what we just have said. These fearful things 
 Should be within a fosse below all speech ; 
 While we live sound above them and forget. 
 I come to you. . . . 
 
 ! 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 The same, magnanimous, 
 My brother, as of old. 
 
 [laying his hand on CARLOMAN 's shoulder] 
 What bones ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Ah, yes. 
 
 I have not flesh as full of life as yours ; 
 Why, your mere touch can warm one like the sun. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Six years ago ! You come as if the dead 
 Could rise and make a visit. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [gasping] Pepin, hush ! 
 
 I have been dead, and yet I am no ghost ; 
 You strike me through with anguish. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 71 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 But you suffer 
 
 Unnecessary pain. I give you welcome 
 With all my heart ; yet you yourself must know 
 Your presence in the place where once you ruled 
 Is well, unlocked for. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [vehemently] Brother, I can prove 
 
 I am no spectre, outcast from the fortunes 
 Of breathing men, that I too have a part 
 Once more in worldly business. I am come. . . . 
 
 PEPIN. 
 [close to him] 
 
 What are you come for ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I am come to live, 
 To share again your counsels. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 You are come 
 For what ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Once more to think of France, and act 
 As you and I determine. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Willingly 
 
 I hear advice ; but now the throne is mine 
 Decision rests with me and not with you, 
 Who have been shut away from everything 
 But prayers and convent-policy. Forgive, 
 We are no longer equals you a Saint, 
 I a mere statesman. But you have not said 
 One word about the cloister. 
 
72 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Do we waste 
 Much talk on vaults, we men who are alive ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 And yet you chose it ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Now I choose again. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 You cannot. Are you mad ? Who sent you here ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Astolph the Lombard. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Humph ! What prelate gave 
 Authority to him ? He could not use 
 Your services by force. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I left the convent 
 At his request alone, in opposition 
 To bishop Damiani. I am free ! 
 I proved it, acting freely. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Whew ! this Astolph . . .? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Would save you from alliance with the Pope, 
 Alliance with a foreign tyranny, 
 Opposed to human life and thwarting it. 
 Astolph is on your borders, and a King 
 Is more your natural fellow than this Pope, 
 Who seizes on the natural power of Kings, 
 Confusing his tiara with their crowns. 
 
IN THE NAMi OF TI.MK 73 
 
 I speak the truth, for Xacharias travels 
 
 In haste to put his yoke on France and you. 
 
 Before he can arrive . 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 The Pope is here. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Impossible ! 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 He reached us yesterday. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Pepin, you are in league with him ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 I am. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 As you are wise and manly, break your promise ; 
 It injures France, the freedom-loving plains, 
 The aweless stock we come of. Will you give 
 The future of your people to a priest, 
 You who profess the tonsure round my head 
 Disables for a crown ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 I, break my treaty, 
 And ruin my whole scheme ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 The Pope is gray, 
 
 And Astolph young and sound in force as you. 
 Which is the deadlier foe ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 The Pope and I 
 
 Are age and youth together. Carloman, 
 I love you still ; you take me at the heart 
 
74 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Now that your face is glowing : I must speak, 
 
 For either you are mad, or have forgotten 
 
 How deeds are judged here in the actual world. 
 
 You are a monk, a runaway, and worse 
 
 A heretic blasphemer, one who tempts 
 
 Both to rebellion and to perjury, 
 
 Yourself as disobedient as forsworn. 
 
 You must go back and bear your punishment 
 
 Without the least delay ; for you are lost 
 
 If Zacharias find you here. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Go back ! 
 
 Go back ! 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 You are a danger to yourself 
 Remaining, and a danger to my throne. 
 All I have said is true. Have you not broken 
 Your vow ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 1 have. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 And are you not a rebel ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I am, I am, because I am alive 
 
 And not a slave who sleeps through Time, unable 
 
 To share its agitation. What, go back ! 
 
 You might as well dismiss me to the womb 
 
 From which I was delivered. 
 
 You left the world. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Of yourself 
 
 CARLOMAN . 
 
 [trembling] O Pepin, the same mother, 
 
IN Till-. NAME ()l ; TI.MI 75 
 
 Gave us our lives, and we had worked and thought 
 And breathed in common till I went away 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 \\Y cannot any more. Why will you fix 
 
 A look so obstinate and hot ? 
 
 By heaven, you are a fool. I cannot change 
 
 Myself, nor you, nor what has come to pass 
 
 I soon shall hate you, wish that you were dead. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 How horrible ! I never will go back ; 
 But I can live without my brother's love, 
 For ties are not existence. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Will you raise 
 Divisions in my kingdom ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I must live. 
 
 [Enter POPE ZACHARIAS, BONIFACE and a number of 
 Churchmen and nobles.] 
 
 PEPIN. 
 [to ZACHARIAS.] 
 
 There stands my brother and your enemy. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Who ? Carloman ? You wrong him. But what mission 
 Has brought him to the palace ? 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 He has left 
 
 His convent, and is here to plead the cause 
 Of Astolph, the arch-heretic. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 My son, 
 Defend yourself. 
 
76 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [putting his hands over his brow as if in confusion] 
 
 But I can never say 
 
 What he could comprehend. How strange to feel 
 So slow, as if I walked without the light, 
 Deep in a valley. 
 [BONIFACE touches him] Ah ! 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 You do not listen ! 
 Beloved, the Pope is speaking. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [to BONIFACE] But you know 
 
 What drove you forth to wander foreign lands, 
 With joy in every limb and faculty : 
 That drove me from the convent. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 As a monk 
 
 I left the English cloister, with a blessing 
 From him who ruled me. Is it as a monk, 
 Oh, is it that we see you in our midst ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, no, enfranchised ! 
 
 [suddenly standing forth] Hear me ! The / am 
 Has sent me to you and has given me power 
 To rend your idols, for you have not known 
 The God I worship. He is just to-day 
 Not dreaming of the future, in itself, 
 Breath after breath divine ! Oh, He becomes ! 
 He cannot be of yesterday, for youth 
 Could not then walk beside Him, and the young 
 Must walk with God : and He is most alive 
 Wherever life is of each living thing. 
 To-morrow and to-morrow those to-days 
 Of unborn generations ; the / am 
 To none of them a memory or a hope, 
 
IN THE NAMK OF TIM I 77 
 
 To each the thirst, the wine-cup and the wine, 
 The craving, the satiety my God ! 
 
 Holy Father, you who sway the world 
 Through Him, must not deny Him. 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 I deny ! 
 
 God does not alter ; you have changed to Him 
 Who is Eternal. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Yes, in change, and free 
 As we are free who move within His life, 
 And shape ourselves by what is moulding Earth 
 And men and ages. In my cell I lost 
 The motion of His presence. I was dead. 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 No, you are dead to what you dare blaspheme, 
 
 To what the cloister holds, if any place 
 
 Can hold it, the immutability 
 
 Of God's inherent nature, while without 
 
 His words are trying men by chance and change 
 
 And manifold desires. You left His works 
 
 Behind, you chose Himself : your oath was taken 
 
 To His deep heart ; and now you would forswear 
 
 That oath, you cannot. No one who blasphemes 
 
 The light of God shall see the light of day : 
 
 For him the darkness and for him the grave. 
 
 I am no more your father, but your judge, 
 
 Who represents the God you have disowned, 
 
 Insulted and forgotten. He requites 
 
 And you shall answer to the uttermost. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 1 can. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 You still persist in carnal thoughts, 
 Confounding Deity with things that pass ? 
 
78 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 God is the Movement, if He is the Life 
 Of all I live in Him. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 You left the convent 
 Against command ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Against command of men. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 And leagued with Astolph ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 In fast brotherhood. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 You hear his full confession. O apostate 
 In vain, weep at your sentence. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 Holy Father, 
 
 I pray you send him back, but spare his life 
 Spare him, if I have power with you. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 His doom 
 
 Is but his choice made permanent on earth. 
 [to CARLOMAN] O fallen from blessedness of will, become 
 The friend of heretics, the false of word 
 To everlasting Truth, you are condemned 
 Life-long to be a prisoner in your cell, 
 Life- long to watch the scourge and crucifix. 
 You chose them, as the God whom you abjure 
 Chose them, forever ; you have lapsed and they 
 Become tormentors, till they force contrition 
 At last and save you. 
 
IN Till-. NAME OF TI\!I 79 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 \ttith a low, panting moan] Prison ! 
 
 ZACH ARIAS. 
 
 At Vienne, 
 
 There till you die the prison you have made 
 Of an eternal vow shall compass you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Think what it is by God Himself, remember 
 What you would do to me. The very dead 
 Rise . . . Everything must have escape to live, 
 And I shall still be living. 
 
 [He throws both arms over his face, then suddenly removing 
 them, makes a frenzied movement closer to the Pope.] 
 
 Let me die 
 
 Here, now ! It is most impious, horrible 
 To bury me, full to the lips with life. 
 Sharpness-of-death, give that, but not to feel 
 The prison walls close on an energy 
 Beating its claim to worlds. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 What I have spoken 
 Is and remains irrevocable. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 [gently to CARLOMAN] Yield, 
 
 Yield to a God Who compasses you round 
 With love so strong it binds you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 And is hell- 
 But I reject such love. 
 
 O Pepin, listen ! 
 
 I see so far ! Your pact with Rome undoes 
 Long centuries, and yields your country up 
 
8o IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 To spiritless restriction, and a future 
 Entombed alive, as mine will be, in night. 
 Simply renounce your promise, bid your soldiers 
 Seize the old man who numbs us. You and I 
 Could set to music that would never end 
 The forces of our people. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
 You are crazy 
 
 Or worse, and I disown you. 
 [to ZACHARIAS] On his head 
 
 Let fall what curse you will. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Then he shall see 
 The sacred pact between us re-confirmed. 
 
 [to Monks] 
 
 Fetch Chilperic ! [Exeunt Monks.] 
 
 And meanwhile bring fetters in 
 To bind this renegade. 
 
 [moving up to the royal board that crosses the hall at the 
 further end] 
 
 The treaty sign ! 
 
 [PEPIN and his nobles follow ZACHARIAS : Attendants 
 bring in fetters. CARLOMAN submits mechanically to be 
 bound, staring at PEPIN, who affixes his signature to the 
 treaty] 
 
 [BONIFACE goes round to CARLOMAN.] 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Son, you do well to take your shame so meekly, 
 And bear in patience. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [sharply] Have they bound me then ? 
 
 Look, Boniface ! And Pepin is a slave. 
 
IN Till'. \.\.\li- o! Tl\ll 81 
 
 Nothing remains now in the world. That treaty, 
 That pact ! 
 
 [CHILPERIC is taken before ZACHARIAS and PEPIN ; they 
 appear to address him, to consult with each other : then a 
 monk aJrancct and cuts off CHlLPKRic's long hair, while 
 he weeps bitterly. GENEVIVA and MARCOMIR re-enter 
 hurriedly as if they had heard bad news and see CARLOMAN 
 bound.] 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Be true to him. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 I will. 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Then share 
 
 His prison say you left his monastery, 
 Step forth and save him from his loneliness, 
 My Marcomir, his friend. This is the moment ; 
 And, as you love him, speak. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 [drawing his cowl closer] No ! Once before 
 
 I went along with him : I went to hell. 
 Renew that pain and foulness for his sake, 
 Because I love him ? 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Then because I love, 
 
 If nothing else will urge you for my sake, 
 Onlv for mine. 
 
 Again, for him ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 And would you be a harlot 
 
 GENEVIVA. 
 
 Hush, never ! 
 
82 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 No, we two 
 
 Should understand each other, for we dare not 
 Become what we have been. For my own sake 
 I will not leave the world. 
 
 GENE VIVA. 
 
 He watches us ... 
 
 agony ! And he is turned away, 
 And casts me off for ever. Go to him 
 
 1 cannot ; for he sees me as I am, 
 The glory dropt away. 
 
 [MARCOMIR makes a forward movement] 
 
 You shall not go ! 
 
 What do I say ? I should not have the strength, 
 Not all alone. Stay with me ! It is plain 
 What I must do to win him, and so hard 
 It smiles so in the stream. Oh, hush ! Look there ! 
 That is worse dying. How they pass before him, 
 There, standing in his chains. 
 
 And Pepin looks 
 
 And hurries on, but all his gaze is fixed 
 On Chilperic's shorn head. 
 
 See, how they pass ! 
 Now Zacharias 
 
 And he curses him : 
 The earth is trembling. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [making a movement as if to curse ZACHARIAS] 
 
 But I have no God 
 
 To curse you with. I cannot do you harm. 
 I have no God, no friend, no glowing hate : 
 You all will pass before me in procession 
 Day after day as shadows. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 To his cell ! 
 
ACT V 
 
 SCENE : The Prison at Vienne. 
 [CAKLOMAN lying on a plank bed.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Though Time has played me false it is not that : 
 It is the fading colours in my soul, 
 And all the brilliant darkness through that chink ; 
 It is 
 
 [The door opens and a WARDER enters] 
 
 O Warder, put the food away ; 
 But come and chat with me. 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 I have instructions 
 I must not speak a word. 
 
 CARLOMAI*. 
 
 Is that the sentence ? 
 Sit down. 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 But I must see you drink this wine. 
 The Pope, King Pepin too they all are anxious 
 Your life should be preserved. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Sit down and drink. 
 Now you will chat with me ! 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 [drinking, and speaking always in an undertone] 
 
 How do you feel ? 
 Here's to your health. 
 
84 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Why, that is like a prayer 
 
 Warmed by your voice. They who would shut men up, 
 And bar them from their fellows' kindly voices, 
 God cripple every motion of their soul ! 
 So I am here for ever. 
 
 Take that bread : 
 I like to see you eat. Now talk again. 
 
 WARDER. 
 But you will eat some too ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No, my good jailer, 
 
 You shall not forge that chain. You know I'm dying ; 
 Bring me my food and eat it here and talk, 
 Then you will stay a little longer. Tell me, 
 How is it with the sky to-day, the winds 
 And the flowers crying after them ? O God ! 
 
 [He buries his face in his hand.] 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 Sir, it's a south wind. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Do the birds fly high ? 
 I watched them in great circles as I travelled 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 I have not noticed them. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 In wheeling flocks 
 They mounted . . . 
 
 Have you nothing more to say ? 
 It must be early morning in the world 
 Where all is changing. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 85 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 Ah, you'd know the time ; 
 Most prisoners get contused. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 No night nor day ; 
 
 God promised them forever mcfrn and eve, 
 The gathering of the shadows, the decline, 
 The darkness with no footfall : then the day 
 And all things reappearing. That's for all 
 Most for the prisoners, if you'd have them gentle. 
 Throw down this shutter ! 
 
 WARDER. 
 
 [shaking his head] That is just the point 
 
 In prison you get thwarted every way ; 
 You won't ask that to-morrow. 
 
 [He rises, shakes the crumbs from his lap, sets the half- 
 empty wine-bottle on a ledge within CARLOMAN 's reach 
 and goes out.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Is he gone ? 
 
 [CARLOMAN drags himself up and props himself by the wall 
 with his ear against it.] 
 
 I hear the river rushing past the walls, 
 
 Rushing and rushing, and through all my dreams 
 
 I labour to keep pace with it : awake, 
 
 I give myself to rest. It comforts me, 
 
 To hear the bounding current pass along, 
 
 To think of the far travel of the drops, 
 
 Crisping the tiny waves. Away, away ! 
 
 It is great peace to follow : to pursue 
 
 Is misery. 
 
 And if I kneel down here, 
 I can just catch the glitter of the sun 
 A-tumble down the stream. . . . 
 
 [He crouches and looks through the chinks.] 
 
 [Enter ZACHARIAS and two MONKS.] 
 
86 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Where is he ? 
 MONK. 
 
 There, 
 Peering between the loosened stones. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [turning] The Pope ! 
 
 Leave me in peace. You promised me seclusion. 
 I told you I would be alone with God. 
 Leave me ! 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 But you are shut up with the devil ! 
 Deep as you lie, you dare not make pretence 
 That you have found your God. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [laughing nervously] The seeker lost 
 
 More than the thing to find. Leave me alone 
 You break the thread, you break it ! 
 
 O the stream, 
 
 It flows and flows, and there are waterfalls 
 Somewhere, great, heaving torrents . . . 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 [bending over him] To Vienne 
 
 Pilate, they say, was banished here to die. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 What, Pilate ! 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Do you tremble at the name ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 O God, he saw the light and knew it not, 
 He had worse memories than Iscariot had 
 Misusing his great office. He had power, 
 Power to avert even Calvary . . . and yet 
 We owe salvation to him. 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 87 
 
 [lifting h wise If ///> from the ground] Can it be 
 
 My blunder, my eiTacement shall prevail ? 
 
 [to ZACHARIAS] So he was banished and came here to die 
 
 As you have banished me ; it is enough ; 
 
 In chains and soon to die. There, hear them rattle ; 
 
 Now you have done your part. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Not till you yield, 
 
 Not till I see you suffer, [aside] Are hell's rings 
 Of fire prepared in vain for him ? Repent ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Leave me ! 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 No sinner has withstood me yet. 
 You shall repent. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But I am strong as you : 
 I will not. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Oh, yOu must, for God's own sake, 
 His Majesty He cannot strive and fail ; 
 His heart is set on you and He must have you, 
 If but to bind in hell. Repent the past, 
 Repent, repent ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Not anything the whole 
 
 Strange journey and its perils that have brought me 
 Here to the brink of Death : and all will come 
 And touch that wonder, all will enter in, 
 And rest and be revived. Why should one trouble ? 
 Death comes to all, you cannot banish him, 
 And Death has all we seek for ! 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 These are words 
 For men the Church has blessed : but if you die 
 
88 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 Without the holy Sacraments, unshriven, 
 And unabsolved, you will be flung away 
 To yonder stream, shroudless and like a dog. 
 Thus heretics are judged. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [excitedly] Be borne along, 
 
 Borne with the current. Is that possible ? 
 Borne dead well, each man takes his full desert 
 Mine ... is it possible ? And further on 
 Past towns and cities . . . then at last the sea. 
 
 ZACHARIAS. 
 
 Vain hope ! You are God's prisoner. No escape, 
 No waves to hide you and no help of man ; 
 For prayer itself like hope is quenched before 
 The everlasting Prison-house. Farewell ! 
 
 [Exit with the MONKS.] 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Ha ! ha ! He shuts the door so blank a sound ! 
 And now the river comes about my brain, 
 And now the music foams incessantly, 
 The music of my funeral. Enough 
 For me that I shall lie against the heart 
 Of that on-pouring volume . . . 
 
 I am left 
 
 By every creature I have breathed beside 
 They do not want me. God He least of all ! 
 He has a King to crown. 
 
 All's well, all are provided for. . . . My brother 
 Is in my place ; my friend will take my wife. 
 How Geneviva shuddered at my chains 
 And clung to her old paramour ! So easy 
 The world's wounds are to heal. A little time, 
 Ten years, a year and all is found defeat 
 In any life, all turned to ridicule. 
 
 [Enter MARCOMIR in lay dress} 
 
IN THE NAMh <>I TIME 89 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 I have great news for you. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 But I am dying ! 
 
 And now if all the doors were open wide 
 I should not move to pass through any one. 
 You cannot bring great news ; I know it all, 
 All that must come now : I can alter nothing. 
 Rome will be succoured. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 Yes, the siege is raised, 
 And Astolph in retreat. I am not come 
 To talk of politics. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Of private matters ? 
 My Astolph, Lombardy . . . 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 To say farewell, 
 
 To bless you. I am here as from the King ; 
 I showed the monks a parchment with the seal 
 You used when you were ruler : it was found 
 Among her jewels . . . 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Ah, I see, a gift. 
 
 So you too play the King. My signet yours, 
 Ay, and all else that ever bore my name. 
 Keep it. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But Carloman 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 I cannot wait 
 
 To hear ; I have so very little time 
 To speak in and such hatred ; hate that burns 
 
90 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 My heart through to the core. You, all of you, 
 
 So glad that I am sunk here ; Geneviva 
 
 Moving no step to me ; and that great Pope, 
 
 I gave my soul to in a wondering love, 
 
 Vexed that he cannot tame me, not desiring 
 
 My help, my pardon. You must hear it all 
 
 I am not in despair : I have a treasure, 
 
 A burthen at my heart where it belongs 
 
 I do not know. I have tried many names, 
 
 Tried God's . . . You see me dying, that may be ; 
 
 But not till I have cast my burthen down 
 
 Can I be certain of my journey's end. 
 
 How very still your face is ! Are you dreaming, 
 
 You look so happy ? And that scarlet cloak 
 
 Where is your habit ? 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 I have cast it off 
 
 Forever ; all my oaths are pushed aside, 
 With all my penitence, by something holy, 
 And the world seems new-born about me now ; 
 I live as in a kind of bliss, such joy, 
 Such fresh, warm sorrow. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Geneviva yes 
 I know she loves you. Wait till I am dead. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 O Carloman, I dare not break my news, 
 Not yet, you are not worthy. Do you hear 
 How the Rhone sings outside ? 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Beyond these shutters- 
 The light, the lightning music ! 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 So life sweeps 
 Down through my blood ; at last I have its secret. 
 
IN THE NAM I ol I 'I ME 91 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 ( Jo, dash yourself into the Rhone and die ! 
 There is no secret hid in life illusion, 
 That is the great discovery. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 O listen ! 
 
 I am left poor and lonely in the world, 
 So poor, so lonely, not a soul that needs, 
 That ever can have need of me ! Unloved 
 And undesired, with just the sun to hail, 
 The spring to welcome till I die, no more. 
 And yet 
 
 it" they should thrust me in a prison-cell 
 I should sing on in rapture. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 Undesired ! 
 
 She desires no one . . . but you dote on her, 
 And that will set you singing. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 On my lips 
 
 Already there is savour of rich song. 
 That is the joy I spoke of. Oh, to spread 
 The fame of my dead lady through the lands, 
 To sing of Geneviva ! 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 She is dead ? 
 Come closer. Chafe my hands 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 They mocked at her : 
 
 " If the Monk- King should ask now for his wife, 
 And we presented him the prostitute, 
 Would he not feel the ribaldry ! " She stood 
 Quite silent, and the ashen lines turned black 
 On cheek and forehead ; and they mocked her more : 
 " The harlot and the monk ! " Then suddenly 
 
92 IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 A young, wild, girlish glory crossed her face, 
 She grasped me by the hand but how we went 
 Through the hot streets I know not. 
 
 On the bridge 
 
 She turned to me " Tell Carloman his wife 
 Is dead " and looking down, I saw her stretched 
 Across the buoyant waters : from my sight 
 Sucked under by the current 'neath the bridge, 
 She did not rise. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [triumphantly] And Marcomir, they promise 
 To cast my body to the river there, 
 And let it sweep along. 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 But I shall sing 
 
 Of life and youth, virginity and love. 
 You leave me in the world ; O Carloman, 
 You leave me here delivered. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 We shall meet ; 
 
 And yet such life wells up in me I fear 
 Lest I should not be dying. Geneviva ! 
 [turning to MARCOMIR] 
 And you will sing to me ? 
 
 [He lies back, wrapt in ecstasy] 
 
 MARCOMIR. 
 
 To you, to all. 
 
 A tax is laid upon my very heart 
 To sing the sweeping music of the Rhone, 
 That rushes through my ears, that chants of her, 
 Of all you have delivered. In its depths 
 You will be buried, but the very burthen 
 You die to utter, far away in France 
 Will be caught up ; Love will be free, and life 
 Free to make change as childhood. 
 
 Someone comes 
 Hush, very softly, do not be afraid. 
 
 [BONIFACE enters and steals up to CARLOMAN.] 
 
IN THE NAME OF TIME 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 Beloved 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [putting his hand on the lips of BONIFACE] 
 No more ! Dear voice, end with that word : 
 Beloved is not a prelude, it is all 
 A dying man can bear. 
 
 BONIFACE. 
 
 [blessing him} All that I go 
 To publish to the folk in heathen lands. 
 Tho' very often it means martyrdom 
 To listen to my story, I am blest 
 Proclaiming it. 
 
 CARLOMAN. 
 
 [opening his eyes wide and raising himself] 
 
 O Boniface, before 
 I saw you as an angel. 
 
 Is that wine 
 Still on the stony ledge ? 
 
 [MARCOMIR brings the wine-bottle] 
 
 Now let us drink, 
 Drink all of us. 
 
 [to BONIFACE] Go to your heathen lands 
 With that great lay of love. 
 
 This is a poet, 
 
 And he too has a burthen, but more sad 
 Men love so fitfully. I for myself 
 Drink deep to life here in my prison-cell. 
 I had a song . . . O Marcomir, the words 
 Why do you stumble ? Once again the cup ! 
 
 Fellowship, pleasure 
 These are the treasure 
 
 So I believe, so in the name of Time . . . 
 [He sinks back and dies] 
 
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