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 THE FALL OF UG 
 A Masque of Fear 
 
 BY 
 
 RUFUS STEELE 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 Though never saw you this colossal form 
 
 That here locks fast the path to higher joys, 
 
 Ne'er saw you day since from the womb you sprang, 
 
 But Ug lurked close behind your elbow joint. 
 
 Unseen, he fretted you in cradle days. 
 
 When she who bore you, tore you from her breasts 
 
 And bade you walk, Ug set the path with thorns. 
 
 The youth chafed oft at yoke upon his neck ; 
 
 The man finds fear encysted in his heart. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 How say you this who knew me not in youth? 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 Alas, the heavy tale of one fits all. 
 
 No man complains that Ug has passed him by. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 Since day by day we pay, what drives us now 
 To lay the richest gift of all a youth 
 Upon the altar of insatiate Ug? 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 Know, son, that in the mystic dawn of things, 
 
 Ere magic had been stirred into this soil, 
 
 And Nature's womb still held these ancient trees, 
 
 The fathers of our fathers' fathers' sires 
 
 Knew tongue, now lost, in which they spake with Ug 
 
 And with a compact sued some meed of peace. 
 
 Though great Ug would not yield the whited path, 
 
 By iron oath he bound himself to sink 
 
 His beak but lightly into mortal hearts, 
 
 Nor ever take his fill of human woe. 
 
 And for this boon our fathers pledged themselves 
 
 And all their children's children's sons to come 
 
 Here in the fullness of Mid-Summer moon 
 
 And send through flames to join his soul with Ug 
 
 A youth by Ug marked for such sacrifice. 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 A thousand moons of soft Mid-Summer Night 
 Have lit the strict performance of our bond; 
 A thousand times as stood the victim forth 
 A blood-red dawn has shown great Ug appeased. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 And shall there be no end of sacrifice 
 
 And dawns that seem to bathe the world in blood? 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 No end shall be while faithful Priests of Ug 
 Demand enforcement of the changeless law. 
 
 THE PATRIARCH PRIEST: 
 
 Hear me in my great age. 
 Now memory illumes the tale the Priest, 
 My father, told me, which long since the Priest, 
 His father, had told him. A myth it was, 
 A legend shaped mayhap at Fancy's wheel 
 And yet so rich in promise was the tale, 
 So freighted with the rarest gems of hope, 
 That even now it leaps upon my tongue. 
 The prophecy says naught of fixed time. 
 Told in some season long forgot, it leaps 
 Through cycles to a strange Mid-Summer Night 
 When Ug calls loudly for his human toll ; 
 And then, so runs the tale, because the youth, 
 About to pass into the flames, uplifts 
 His eyes and voice, some wondrous vision waits, 
 And when the seeing youth beseeches aid 
 Some warrior, not of earth, his lance drives home : 
 Rends mighty Ug to nameless bits of dust, 
 Nor leaves one fragment to rekindle fear. 
 And down the freshly opened path to Heaven 
 Celestial beings come to walk with men. 
 Comes dawn, the strangest ever born of night: 
 Ug's ancient beams reach out their crimson hands, 
 When lo, there breaks a dawn all crystal white 
 That overcomes the last false beam of blood 
 
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORK 
 DAVIS 
 
THE PRINCE'S PRAYER 
 
 Scene immediately preceding the destruction of 
 Ug, the God of Fear 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 A Masque of Fear 
 
 By RUFUS STEELE 
 Music by HERMAN PERLET 
 
 Being the Eleventh Grove Play 
 
 of the Bohemian Club of San Francisco 
 
 as Performed by Members of the Club, at the 
 
 Thirty-sixth Mid-Summer High Jinks 
 
 in the Bohemian Grove, Sonoma 
 
 County, California, on the 
 
 Ninth Night of 
 
 August, 1913 
 
 SAN FRANCISCO 
 
 JOHN HOWELL 
 
 !9 J 3 
 
Copyright, 1913 
 by THE BOHEMIAN CLUB 
 
 NOTE 
 
 This play is published for public circula- 
 tion, to meet a demand outside the Club, 
 by permission of the Bohemian Club. Dra- 
 matic and platform rights are reserved. 
 A synopsis of the music iuill be found at 
 the back of the book. Two of the musical 
 numbers, "The Jester's Drinking Song" 
 and the finale, " The World Hymn" (in 
 solo form), have been published and may 
 be obtained through music dealers. 
 
 Taylor, Nash & Taylor 
 San Francisco 
 
PERSONS IN THE MASQUE 
 
 THE PRINCE THE THIRD PRIEST 
 
 THE FIRST COMPANION THE YOUNG PRIEST 
 
 THE SECOND COMPANION THE HIGH PRIEST 
 
 TWO OTHER COMPANIONS THE KING 
 
 THE FIRST SERVITOR THE JESTER 
 
 THE SECOND SERVITOR THE SCRIBE 
 
 TWO OTHER SERVITORS TWO LORDS 
 
 TRIP (a fairy) TWO NOBLES 
 
 THE PATRIARCH PRIEST THE CHIEF HUNTSMAN 
 THE SECOND PRIEST THE CHIEF WARRIOR 
 
 A BEAR 
 
 HUSBANDMEN, SHEPHERDS, HUNTSMEN, 
 
 WARRIORS, FANATIC DANCERS, GODS OF FEAR, ANTEPHONAL 
 
 CHORUSES, FLYING FAIRIES, DANCING FAIRIES, 
 
 CELESTIAL BEINGS 
 
 (180 persons participated 
 in the play as performed 
 in the Bohemian Grove) 
 
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PLAN OF THE MUSIC 
 
 I. PRELUDE 
 II. INTERMEZZO 
 
 III. ENTRANCE OF THE GROUPS, HIGH 
 
 PRIEST AND KING 
 
 IV. CHORUS OF PRIESTS 
 V. THE SONG OF UG 
 
 VI. DANCE OF THE FANATICS 
 VII. THE SONG OF THE JESTER 
 VIII. THE PRINCE BEFORE UG 
 IX. THE FLYING FAIRIES 
 X. WORLD HYMN AND FINALE 
 
 THE ORCHESTRA 
 
 Twelve first violins, ten second violins, six violas, six cel- 
 los, six double basses, three flutes, two oboes, two clarinets, two 
 bassoons, four horns, three trumpets, three trombones, tuba, harp, 
 cor anglais, timpani and drums. 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
 On the Russian River in Sonoma County, California, seventy 
 miles north of San Francisco, stands an untouched grove of 
 Sequoia sempervirens, or redwoods, of great beauty. Hundreds 
 of trees, from two hundred to three hundred feet in height, are 
 estimated to range in age from seven hundred to fifteen hundred 
 years. A famous club of San Francisco which owns this grove 
 has, for many years, held a mid-summer encampment here, and 
 has produced an original play, the text written by one member 
 and the music composed by another, upon a stage at the foot of a 
 steep hillside, with redwoods forming the proscenium. The out- 
 door play is made possible by the fact that rain in mid-summer 
 is almost unknown. This Grove Play has developed year by year, 
 is said to have become a positive influence in American dra- 
 matics, and annually commands the interest of art lovers and 
 critics both of this country and Europe. 
 
 It is inconceivable to me that this grove should not always have 
 been the meeting-place extraordinary of the men who occupied 
 the country roundabout. The lace-hung, purple-coated trees were 
 to the first men who knew them as awesomely venerable as they 
 are today. Always they must have played the patriarchs to 
 every moving creature. The yester men knew their appeal. A 
 cycle can have brought no change in that appeal, but only in men's 
 progress toward interpretation. I believe that earnestness and 
 even periodicity marked the coming to this grove of yesterday's 
 pretenders to its mastery; that then, as now, men courted wit- 
 ness everlasting to the best deed that they knew. 
 
 And who can doubt which deed it was the yester people called 
 their best? All early records of man's melancholy worship show 
 him struggling to appease the Terrible. What first brought men 
 into this temple grove except some sober ceremony to ease the 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
 common curse some rite by which they sought to relegate Old 
 Fear? 
 
 These trees have gazed on immemorial exorcisms meant to set 
 men's spirits free. Today they stay the snuffing blasts; they 
 let men strike the flints of brotherhood to start a splendid flicker 
 in the mist of dread. But those men of yesterday they also 
 had their hopeful Hints. What was their magic like? How did 
 they cozen or make war on Fear? 
 
 What might the trees remember if devoutly importuned? By 
 light of moon, on wind-swept morn and in the solitude of rain 
 I teased them for the tale. At length the red mothers could no 
 more deny a child the thing he begged. When I had turned the 
 vision into stumbling words, Perlet I called Perlet, who hear- 
 ing with the blessed ear, sings in the sweeter key and he 
 sat with me and all the things we witnessed wrote he down in 
 language of the soul. Our joy lies in the sharing of the tale. And 
 if the patient one that harks to us to Perlet' s telling and to 
 mine reaps but a tinkling of the ear, and fails to see with in- 
 ward eye some twitching of the mortal veil, then are we faulty 
 messengers, for we ourselves stood at the veil and as vje stood 
 we thought the pall was snatched away. 
 
 Our vision touched a night that reeked with perfume as of 
 ruddy grapes. It was the season when in these woods the year 
 seems verily to stand still. Spring's reckless promise had been 
 met and overpaid in leafy green; it seemed as if the crisping 
 hand of Autumn might never come at all. In that same glade of 
 dreams now called the stage I saw the yester men good, swart 
 progenitors they were foregather in a throng. The place I 
 barely recognised, for no sweet hillside vista rose above. A peak 
 of grayish rock walled all that range through which men's hearts 
 today look up to Heaven. A rock it was but more. Some force 
 had hewed the rock into a semblance every shuddering mortal 
 knew to be the demon God of Fear. And on the perfect night 
 (I know not in what century it was for these trees have no sense 
 of time) men gathered to affirm their endless subjugation to the 
 god. 
 
 A monstrous tinge of hope was theirs. Some faith fixed by 
 their dim forefathers told these men that if they yearly sacrificed 
 their fairest youth to Fear, the people should be spared some meas- 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
 ure of the daily toll they paid the god. And in the rites that my 
 eyes looked upon, the king's own son, by strange concatenation of 
 events, was drawn to die the Prince who loved to live! 
 
 A struggle followed such as none might ever know save one 
 called on to die the death of fear. The Prince's father failed 
 him, and his friends the only priestly counsel was submission! 
 The brave youth sought a promise from the god himself that his 
 death be the last that royal blood should pay the final measure 
 of demand. And then, the stony image belching no reply, the 
 Prince rebelled and lifted up his eyes, and marveling at the assur- 
 ance of the redwood tops, he prayed the grim old sentinels to be- 
 come his aids. 
 
 Since man began the trees had stood confessors to his woe; a 
 youth's beseeching eyes drew all the consolation that they knew. 
 
 They calmed him for a little space and opened his mortal 
 senses to woodland music and to fairy creatures whose feet be- 
 haved on insubstantial air as though they tripped the ground. 
 
 Of course the beauty that assuaged could not annul the 
 Prince's plight. The monster pressed again. The friendly trees, 
 their feet fast in the bowels of the earth, no step might take. And 
 yet they served. The anguished youth about to die in sacrifice 
 saw trees no more; what had been trees were now red fingers, 
 nameless in their size and urgency, uppointing him a strange and 
 certain way of peace. 
 
 In a cataclysm fell old rocky Fear; but the rejoicing Prince 
 fell not. He saved his people too. It must have been that Fear 
 was not eternal; that men themselves had hewn its horrid form! 
 
 One would have thought the demon god was vanished from 
 the world. And yet and yet, the rumor runs, his visible portion 
 lost in dust, Old Fear has latterly contrived some gross perpetu- 
 ation of himself within the human breast. 
 
 What exorcism now? Or is there any way to shatter fear firm 
 rooted in the heart? 
 
 The Prince might tell! But the Prince, alas, has gone. Long 
 since has gone the last of those who saw the marvel that befell 
 when Faith upturned its eyes and Essence called to Essence whence 
 it sprung. All living things in all the living world are changed. 
 
 But stay the trees! The lone imperishables remain! The 
 very trees that heard the Prince's call and gave such answer back 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
 have ignored the withering centuries. Unchanged they look down 
 on the waning, wondering world. Good reader, can it be that, 
 now as then, they wait on tiptoe to uppoint a wanderer to his 
 forfeitless estate that they stand tireless through all time, until 
 the last sad princeling lifts his eyes and voice to claim the Eternal 
 Secret as his own? 
 
 RUFUS STEELE. 
 
 San Francisco. 
 
ARGUMENT 
 
 A YOUNG PRINCE and his hunting companions follow a 
 stag through a forest on Mid-Summer Day. They pause 
 before a colossal stone figure of Ug, the God of Fear, 
 which has long blocked the white path leading Heavenward up 
 the hill. The people, it develops, come here this very night for 
 the annual human sacrifice to Ug. The Prince laughs his scorn 
 of the God of Fear and almost at the same moment the ominous 
 sunset shadow of the colossus falls on the young man. 
 
 Evening comes as the princely party pass on in pursuit of the 
 stag. Furred and feathered denizens of the wood appear. Trip, 
 the brown-faced fairy master of the grove, swings to the tail of 
 a huge bear, but gives up his teasing to take his music lesson 
 from a bird. 
 
 When the moon Hoods the place servitors arrive to prepare 
 for the rites. The.ir mortal eyes are blind to Trip, but they see 
 Ug all too plainly. Trip amuses himself by adding to their ter- 
 ror. Upon their departure Trip warns colossal Ug that he may 
 not always dominate mankind, and conjures up a procession of 
 the fallen gods of fear who at one time or another have blighted 
 man's joyous world. When men wrestled with their fear, Trip 
 declares, each dreadful one vanished. 
 
 As Trip runs off after his bear a party of priests arrive and a 
 neophyte learns from the others the legend of the ancient pact 
 which forces them to sacrifice a youth on each Mid-Summer 
 Night, and of how Ug always sends a blood-red dawn to show that 
 he is appeased. A patriarch priest recites a mythical promise of 
 a final sacrificial night when the victim shall lift his eyes and call 
 some power not of earth to aid him some power that shall 
 utterly destroy old Ug and send a white dawn to swallow up the 
 red in token of a nobler day. 
 
 Husbandmen, Shepherds, Huntsmen, Warriors, King, High 
 Priest, Prince, Jester, Scribe, Nobles, Lords the world in fact 
 
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ARGUMENT 
 
 arrive and in a mighty chorus voice their trembling tribute to 
 the god. 
 
 The King names as the new Defenders of great Ug a list of 
 youths who have done valiantly. At the Chief Warrior's demand 
 the name of the proud young Prince is added to the list. It is 
 hardly intended that the Prince shall stand with other Defend- 
 ers before the table of secret stones by which Ug makes his choice 
 of a victim, but at the Jester's taunt the Prince leaps from the 
 throne steps to claim his place and presently the blackened 
 stone falls to his royal hand! 
 
 The King protests, and so does the Prince, though not through 
 fear of death. The High Priest allows no questioning of Ug's 
 choice. The Prince calls his father to lead in rebellion against 
 old Ug. The High Priest forces from the King's unwilling lips 
 a story that shows the terrible consequences of revolt. The 
 wretched Prince consents to die. Fanatics perform their wild 
 dance of ritual. The company leaves the victim to his prayers 
 while it feasts in a glade nearby. The departing High Priest 
 offers the Prince sophist consolation; the Jester offers liquor, with 
 a song that tells him why men drink. 
 
 The deserted Prince begs Ug to promise that no other victims 
 shall come after him, and when no answer comes, the Prince 
 turns away and gropes helplessly among the trees. His hands 
 encounter a mighty trunk. He sees for the first time how calmly 
 the tree stands amidst the horrors of this place. In ecstasy he 
 calls to the unseen spirit of the trees to bring him balm. That 
 very call unseals the Prince's eyes to Trip, who drops down from 
 the air. The fairy tells the story of the friendly trees. He calls 
 Ug a mere rock that men with their evil imaginings and lack of 
 faith have carved into a terror-god. The Prince protests the aw- 
 ful reality of Ug, when Trip fiies to the shoulder of the co- 
 lossus and lifts a nestling dove from the terrifying beak. 
 
 The Prince's ears are opened so that he hears the fairies as 
 they pipe and call. Good Trip reveals the talismanic key growing 
 at their feet which enables the Prince to see the dainty woodfolk 
 as they play and spurn the ground. The transported Prince desires 
 to fetch the King and Priests and all the company to share his 
 sparkling vision, but Trip reminds him sadly that blindness binds 
 all of them, since none has ever lifted up his eyes and called. 
 
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ARGUMENT 
 
 Shouts tell that the company is returning to sacrifice the vic- 
 tim. The Prince beseeches Trip to remain, but the fairy declares 
 this useless. He is touched by the Prince's plight and before he 
 whisks away he gives the wisest counsel he knows he bids the 
 needy youth anoint his eyes once more with faith and look where 
 the redwood fingers point him. 
 
 The Prince tries to make his people understand something of 
 what has been revealed to him, but fails utterly. In discourage- 
 ment he disrobes for the sacrifice. Red dawn is already showing 
 in the hideous face of Ug. The naked youth is lifted high by the 
 Priests to be tossed into Ug's arms, from which he must drop 
 into the flames. Suddenly Trip's pipe is heard close by. The 
 Prince is aroused. He struggles out of the Priests' grasp, leaps 
 to a rock and lifts up his soul to the God where point the red- 
 wood hands, declaring the ancient promise of deliverance now 
 fulfilled in him. 
 
 The forest trembles with the thunder of Ug's doom. Light- 
 ning rends the colossus. Great Ug sinks down in bits of dust. 
 The whited path to Heaven, which so long he held fast, is seen 
 to lead on to the joyous summit of the mount. Celestial beings 
 in majesty descend to commune with men. As the throng moves 
 upward over the very spot where once was Ug, the world chorus 
 of rejoicing grows until it fills all space. 
 
 The red dawn that once spoke Ug's sway is swallowed in a 
 crystal morn, the breaking of a day of which the hearts of men 
 had hardly dared to dream. 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE SCENE is an open space at the foot of a steep hill in 
 a forest of redwood trees. The trunks of the trees, limb- 
 less to a considerable height, are like mighty pillars sup- 
 porting the mass of dark green foliage. Ferns of unusual size, 
 vines, mosses and flowers, such as love sunshine that has filtered 
 through lofty tree tops, mask the hillside's rugged lines and spread 
 a variegated carpeting. The time is late afternoon of Mid-Summer 
 Day. A white road, entering from one side and turning up the 
 hill, is completely blocked by a crudely carved, colossal statue of 
 Ug, the God of Fear. The grey stone figure, although in a sitting 
 posture, is about seven times the height of a man. Not only 
 does it bar the ascending path or road, bul it casts upon the 
 hillside above it a shadow suggestive of dangers unseen. The 
 long, cruel beak of Ug is open and menacing. The forelimbs 
 extend outward and downward; the human sacrifice cast upon 
 the upturned palms must roll off and drop into the pit beneath, 
 where the fire burns at sacrificial times. The colossus domi- 
 nates the scene with the gloom of tragedy, even though the litter 
 of limbs and leaves upon an incense altar and a crude throne set 
 against a great tree indicate that there has been no recent human 
 occupancy of the place. 
 
 (A stag bounds across the stage and makes off through 
 the thicket. A huntsman's horn is heard, then shout- 
 ing. The Prince enters, running, in pursuit of the stag. 
 He gazes eagerly in the direction taken by the ani- 
 mal. The First Companion, Second Companion and 
 two other Companions arrive just as the Prince, ap- 
 pearing to catch sight of the stag, lets an arrow fiy from 
 his bow. The First Companion slips and falls. He 
 does not rise, and puts his hand to his knee as if in 
 pain.) 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE PRINCE: [striking his bow disgustedly] 
 
 Child's work! The eager shaft o'ersped the mark. 
 The stag enheartened scents the peaks. Come all! 
 Such noble quarry calls for noble chase. 
 
 (The Prince beckons to his Companions impatiently and 
 starts off. All but the First Companion prepare to fol- 
 low him.) 
 
 THE FIRST COMPANION: 
 
 Pray hold! My knee refuses to go on. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Then wait us here. Our backs shall be your steeds 
 When yonder antlered stag rides on them too. 
 
 THE FIRST COMPANION: 
 
 Forsake me not! Though dying would I run 
 Ere I alone in such a place remain. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Your hurt is soon forgot. What ails this place? 
 (The Companions exchange glances.) 
 
 THE SECOND COMPANION: 
 
 Good Prince, do you not see our friend lies prone 
 
 Beneath the very beak of awful Ug, 
 
 Who here blockades the path that leads to Heaven? 
 
 THE PRINCE: [gazing at the colossus] 
 
 Naught but the stag I saw. Why heed old Ug? 
 This ancient God of Fear no terror holds 
 Save for some guileless shepherd or a child. 
 
 THE SECOND COMPANION: 
 
 Have you forgot this is Mid-Summer Day? 
 That on this very night we send through flames 
 A youth to join his soul with awful Ug? 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 The yearly sacrifice had slipped my mind. 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE FIRST COMPANION: 
 
 The Prince forgets because his eyes are spared. 
 We have observed how on Mid-Summer Night 
 The King, his father, sends him forth while all 
 Are at the feast; nor bids him stay to feed 
 His eyes upon the human offering 
 That marks the coming of the blood-red dawn. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Well said. Though full I know the rites that fetch 
 
 The King, the Priests and people here this night, 
 
 The final scene I ne'er have looked upon; 
 
 Nor have I feared this God of Fear. Too sweet 
 
 The mad pursuit of butterflies and stags; 
 
 Too dear the all engrossing cup of life 
 
 To waste a thought on creatures such as this. 
 
 When I am King I swear old Ug must fall! 
 
 THE SECOND COMPANION: [with alarm] 
 
 Oh hear him not, great Ug; the Prince but jests. 
 No man that breathes but knows the sting of fear. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Fear not for me but stay! Perchance this night 
 
 Myself shall learn to know the dread of Ug. 
 
 My birthday anniversary it is ; 
 
 The boy no more am I ; behold the man ! 
 
 And by the King's decree the sacrifice 
 
 No more shall be withholden from my eyes. 
 
 (The Prince, turning toward the colossus, snaps his fingers 
 in derision and laughs.) 
 
 Tonight I stay to laugh my scorn of thee ! 
 
 THE FIRST COMPANION : 
 
 The Prince must learn as learns the humblest man 
 How limitless the power of mighty Ug. 
 
 (Forgetting his knee he scrambles to his feet.) 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 E'en at this moment as the day declines 
 Am I reminded that we must beware. 
 Who here that does not know the legend well, 
 Who does not know that man or beast or bird 
 Upon whom Ug's strange sunset shadow falls 
 Some hideous service for Ug must perform? 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Have done, have done! Save nightmares for the night. 
 Quick mend your knee. Meanwhile let me divert 
 Our thoughts to things that better fit our youth. 
 A game I know, a game of skill and speed. 
 Let yonder tree be goal : let one stand here : 
 Another fend the crossing to the tree : 
 Myself shall judge and leader be. This rock 
 Shall serve my twice exalted station well. 
 
 (Climbing upon the rock.) 
 Prepare to run as I direct. Prepare 
 
 (As the Prince stands upon the rock a deep shadow en- 
 velopes him.) 
 
 ALL THE COMPANIONS : 
 Oh-h-h ! 
 
 THE FIRST COMPANION: 
 
 Ug's sunset shadow has enwrapped the Prince ! 
 
 THE PRINCE: [leaping down and picking up his bow] 
 Enough, enough of childish omens, friends. 
 Tonight we must attend this cheerless place. 
 Let's now away to fresh our minds and hearts. 
 The challenge of the stag calls to our skill : 
 Ere daylight dies our bows must bring him down. 
 Forget old Ug! Let ardor wing our feet. 
 
 (The Prince runs into the forest followed rapidly by all the 
 others.) 
 
 [4] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 INTERMEZZO 
 
 Night follows the day. Twilight comes, then darkness, then 
 moonlight. The transition is made a musical theme. The native 
 denizens of the wood appear. The music tells the story of the life 
 and mystery of the forest. 
 
 By daylight, darkness and moonlight mystical lights and shad- 
 ows play over mighty Ug. During the darkness the fire-flies dance 
 about his head. In full moonlight Ug's face is seen in weird and 
 awful aspect. Behind and above the colossus is the dense shadow 
 Ug casts upon the blockaded path to Heaven. 
 
 Squirrels play on the redwood trees. A covey of quail whirs 
 up from the leaves. Rabbits hop about. A coyote slinks along. 
 The hoot of an owl and the scream of a panther are heard. A 
 huge bear appears. Trip, a brotvn-faced fairy, swings to the bear's 
 tail and teases the beast at every step. A bird appears upon the 
 limb of a tree and begins to sing. Trip is caught by the singing. 
 He allows the bear to lumber off while he raises to his lips a small 
 pipe dangling from his neck and takes his music lesson from the 
 bird. When the lesson is ended the bird flies away. 
 
 TRIP: [laughing and running about] 
 
 Rocky peak and lily dell 
 Know my skipping footsteps well. 
 From the whitening columbine, 
 From the trilliums making wine, 
 From the vale of flowering fern, 
 From the hill where poppies burn 
 Lately did my pathway twine, 
 Twisted like clematis vine. 
 Morning cup with bees I shared 
 When by foxglove wells I fared. 
 When at noon the shadows fled 
 Thimbleberries gave me bread. 
 All the long, mad afternoon 
 Wanton laurels coaxed my tune; 
 Danced and swayed till great-eyed deer 
 Through woodwardias leapt in fear. 
 When the moon drave out the sun 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 Loath was I to end the fun. 
 
 Sweet Mid-Summer Night holds sway 
 
 Trip bids all the woods be gay! 
 
 (The First Servitor enters followed by the Second Servitor 
 and two other Servitors.) 
 
 Mortals come! They see not me 
 Blind to fairy folk they be! 
 
 (Trip skips here and there, inspecting the Servitors at close 
 range. Their actions show them to be entirely uncon- 
 scious of his presence.) 
 
 THE FIRST SERVITOR: 
 
 Here sits great Ug. The place we must prepare 
 Ere come the Priests and King and all the train. 
 Here you, remove this limb. Go, clear the throne. 
 And you, brush off the leaves the winds have piled 
 Upon the altar in mock sacrifice. 
 Wipe up the litter fallen in a year. 
 
 (All busy themselves dragging off limbs and brushing leaves 
 from the throne and incense altar. Trip follows them 
 about. He tickles the neck of one with a blade of grass. 
 The fellow shows that he believes it was Ug that an- 
 noyed him. Trip follows the Second Servitor and when 
 the man has carefully removed a bough from the throne 
 Trip lays it back again. The man is astonished ) 
 
 THE SECOND SERVITOR: 
 
 I move the boughs; Ug throws them back again. 
 Ug*s strangling fingers seem to clutch my throat. 
 Good master, grant me leave to flee and hide! 
 
 (Trip mocks the Second Servitor's show of fright.) 
 
 THE FIRST SERVITOR: 
 
 No hiding place there be. No dim-lit cave, 
 No hollowed trunk, no secret tangled vale 
 May screen you from Ug's penetrating eyes ; 
 No sweet asylum knows the weary world. 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE SECOND SERVITOR: 
 
 Then give me spear, or give me bow cf yew 
 Some trusty weapon that may win me peace. 
 
 THE FIRST SERVITOR: 
 
 Cease, friend. What forged steel smites off the load 
 
 Of fear Ug slings upon the backs of men? 
 
 Have clone with fruitless wailing. To your work. 
 
 (Servitors, dragging limbs, disappear.) 
 TRIP: [sadly] 
 
 Countless men come to this place ; 
 
 Few behold my willing face. 
 
 Blind they are, and deaf and cold 
 
 To the world I would unfold. 
 
 How may they discover me 
 
 When they hardly see yon tree? 
 
 Pish ! They never dream at all ; 
 
 Never lift their eyes and call. 
 
 (Turning toward the colossus, he shakes his finger at it.) 
 
 Foolish men see Ug alone: 
 
 Trip knows Ug is but a stone. 
 
 Hi ! How long will men come here 
 
 To renew their dream of fear? 
 
 How long shall old Ug endure? 
 
 Mighty Ug, be not too sure ! 
 
 Give me heed and Trip shall tell 
 
 How the other false ones fell. 
 
 Come, ye gods who, since man's birth, 
 
 Leagued to blight his joyous earth. 
 
 Come, ye gods whose chain and stave 
 
 Made the trembling world a slave. 
 
 Come, ye other gods of fear; 
 
 Come and join your brother here! 
 
 (Trip waves his arms before a large rock and out of the 
 stone emerges Set, who proceeds with rigid head and 
 stately movements toward the colossus. He gives no sign 
 of hearing as Trip continues speaking.) 
 
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 Set! How Egypt licked your hand 
 When your fevers gave command! 
 Iron were your bones and will; 
 Grist were mortals in your mill. 
 When men wrestled with their fear, 
 Lo, they saw you disappear ! 
 
 (Set disappears into the ground at the feet of Ug and Mo- 
 loch emerges from the rock out of which Set came.) 
 
 Moloch ! Bitter barbed your thorns 
 When the world writhed on your horns. 
 Hungry ocean never saw 
 Victims much as crammed your maw. 
 When men wrestled with their fear, 
 Lo, they saw you disappear. 
 
 (Moloch disappears into the ground at the feet of Ug and 
 Medusa emerges from the rock.) 
 
 Hail, Medusa! Serpent-crowned; 
 How you made Greece bite the ground ! 
 When men's eyes gazed in your own, 
 Living flesh was changed to stone. 
 When men wrestled with their fear, 
 Lo, they saw you disappear. 
 
 (Medusa disappears and Huitzilopochtli emerges.) 
 
 See Huitzilopochtli now 
 Aztec lifeblood on your brow ! 
 Master you of war and strife; 
 Life was yours, you swallowed life. 
 When men wrestled with their fear, 
 Lo, they saw you disappear. 
 
 (Huitzilopochtli disappears and Tiamat emerges.) 
 
 Tiamat! Your horrid spell 
 Golden Babylon knew well. 
 Order, peace and equal law 
 Know no more your dragon jaw! 
 
 (Tiamat disappears and Baal emerges.) 
 
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 Baal! Where your ancient flail? 
 Silent now Phoenicia's wail; 
 No more does she sacrifice 
 To the father of all lies ! 
 
 (Baal disappears and Kali, Hydra, Ate, Hecate, Minotaur 
 and Rudra emerge in rapid succession from the rock.) 
 
 Kali! Bloody queen of Ind, 
 
 Your destruction none could mend. 
 
 Hydra ! How your heads could frame 
 
 Terrors past all depth or name ! 
 
 Ate! How your poisoned times 
 
 Stung the Greek to reckless crimes ! 
 
 Hecate! How pain-racked Thrace 
 
 Sucked its witchcrafts from your face ! 
 
 Minotaur! Your Cretan vale 
 
 Burst with human victims' wail. 
 
 Rudra! How you smote with storms! 
 
 How you all lashed with alarms ! 
 
 Ug, behold their broken spell ! 
 
 Ug, take heed how each one fell ! 
 
 When men wrestle with their fear, 
 
 Lo, all false gods disappear! 
 
 (As Rudra disappears after the others, the bear is seen 
 again. Trip pursues, and goes out of sight swinging to 
 the tail of the baffled beast. The Patriarch Priest, the 
 Second Priest, the Third Priest and the Young Priest 
 enter. The first three halt before the colossus and make 
 the sign of Ug by extending their arms straight out at 
 the sides on a level with their shoulders, then bringing 
 the left hand to rest over the heart, then clapping the 
 right hand upon the left, and finally letting the head 
 drop forward upon the breast. The Young Priest, stand- 
 ing behind the others, watches and imitates them.) 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 The very earth proclaims that this is Ug, 
 Among whose Priests a neophyte am I. 
 I know him, yet ne'er saw I him before. 
 
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 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 Though never saw you this colossal form 
 
 That here locks fast the path to higher joys, 
 
 Ne'er saw you day since from the womb you sprang, 
 
 But Ug lurked close behind your elbow joint 
 
 Unseen, he fretted you in cradle days. 
 
 When she who bore you, tore you from her breasts 
 
 And bade you walk, Ug set the path with thorns. 
 
 The youth chafed oft at yoke upon his neck ; 
 
 The man finds fear encysted in his heart. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 How say you this who knew me not in youth? 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 Alas, the heavy tale of one fits all. 
 
 No man complains that Ug has passed him by. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 Since day by day we pay, what drives us now 
 To lay the richest gift of all a youth 
 Upon the altar of insatiate Ug? 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 Know, son, that in the mystic dawn of things, 
 
 Ere magic had been stirred into this soil, 
 
 And Nature's womb still held these ancient trees, 
 
 The fathers of our fathers' fathers' sires 
 
 Knew tongue, now lost, in which they spake with Ug 
 
 And with a compact sued some meed of peace. 
 
 Though great Ug would not yield the whited path, 
 
 By iron oath he bound himself to sink 
 
 His beak but lightly into mortal hearts, 
 
 Nor ever take his fill of human woe. 
 
 And for this boon our fathers pledged themselves 
 
 And all their children's children's sons to come 
 
 Here in the fullness of Mid-Summer moon 
 
 And send through flames to join his soul with Ug 
 
 A youth by Ug marked for such sacrifice. 
 
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 A thousand moons of soft Mid-Summer Night 
 Have lit the strict performance of our bond; 
 A thousand times as stood the victim forth 
 A blood-red dawn has shown great Ug appeased. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 And shall there be no end of sacrifice 
 
 And dawns that seem to bathe the world in blood? 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 No end shall be while faithful Priests of Ug 
 Demand enforcement of the changeless law. 
 
 THE PATRIARCH PRIEST: 
 
 Hear me in my great age. 
 Now memory illumes the tale the Priest, 
 My father, told me, which long since the Priest, 
 His father, had told him. A myth it was, 
 A legend shaped mayhap at Fancy's wheel 
 And yet so rich in promise was the tale, 
 So freighted with the rarest gems of hope, 
 That even now it leaps upon my tongue. 
 The prophecy says naught of fixed time. 
 Told in some season long forgot, it leaps 
 Through cycles to a strange Mid-Summer Night 
 When Ug calls loudly for his human toll; 
 And then, so runs the tale, because the youth, 
 About to pass into the flames, uplifts 
 His eyes and voice, some wondrous vision waits, 
 And when the seeing youth beseeches aid 
 Some warrior, not of earth, his lance drives home : 
 Rends mighty Ug to nameless bits of dust, 
 Nor leaves one fragment to rekindle fear. 
 And down the freshly opened path to Heaven 
 Celestial beings come to walk with men. 
 Comes dawn, the strangest ever born of night: 
 Ug's ancient beams reach out their crimson hands, 
 When lo, there breaks a dawn all crystal white 
 That overcomes the last false beam of blood 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 And wraps the world in joy ineffable. 
 * * * * * 
 
 A dream ! A dream ! But such a treasure dream ! 
 
 (Overcome with emotion, the Patriarch sinks down.) 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST : [manifesting disbelief and impatience} 
 Save for your age we would not hear your tale 
 A dream that sees our calling snatched away. 
 
 (Lights are seen through the trees approaching from the 
 east.) 
 
 THE THIRD PRIEST: 
 
 The hour is near: the throngs approach this place. 
 
 (A party of Husbandmen enter, singing. They carry stalks 
 of corn, fruits and huge bunches of grapes slung from 
 shoulder poles.) 
 
 THE SONG OF THE HUSBANDMEN 
 
 From fields all green and glowing 
 
 We sons of Nature come. 
 Where living streams are flowing 
 
 There may be found our home. 
 The fertile soil doth yield us 
 
 Reward on stalk and tree. 
 When Ug from blight doth shield us 
 
 Glad husbandmen are we. 
 
 (The Husbandmen dispose themselves upon the ground. 
 Lights are seen coming down the hill. A party of 
 Huntsmen enter, singing. They carry long bows, quivers 
 of arrows and the carcasses of game.) 
 
 THE SONG OF THE HUNTSMEN 
 
 The hills are our dominion. 
 
 The beast of secret lair, 
 The bird of swiftest pinion 
 
 Yield to the bow and snare. 
 
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 A thousand dangers lurking 
 
 Along the tangled trail 
 Will find us never shirking; 
 
 The huntsmen do not quail. 
 
 (The Huntsmen dispose themselves. Lights are seen ap- 
 proaching from the west. A party of Shepherds enter, 
 singing. They carry live lambs and each has a crook.) 
 
 THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS 
 
 Mid meadows sweet with grasses, 
 
 Through sylvan shadows cool 
 The flock serenely passes 
 
 To rest beside the pool. 
 No lamb is left to wander 
 
 Upon the hillside steep; 
 The wolf is watching yonder, 
 
 The shepherd guards his sheep. 
 
 (As the Shepherds dispose themselves lights are seen ap- 
 proaching from the east. A party of Warriors enter, 
 singing. They wear helmets and carry lances and shields 
 and spoils of warfare.) 
 
 THE SONG OF THE WARRIORS 
 
 Let justice guide our lances, 
 
 Let courage steel our hearts. 
 Where evil's banner dances 
 
 There loose our winged darts. 
 Let victory behold us 
 
 Where battle axes fall; 
 Let honor still enfold us 
 
 Or let death claim us all. 
 
 (Husbandmen, Huntsmen and Shepherds rise and mingle 
 with the Warriors.) 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 Let all the world assemble, 
 Come all men to this place. 
 
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 We wait the words that tremble 
 
 Upon Ug's dreadful face. 
 For us no mad rebelling; 
 
 Obedient we stand. 
 Ug's call is all-compelling; 
 
 The world is in his hand. 
 
 (Lights are seen approaching on the main highway. Cries 
 of "The King! The King!" and "Hail the King!" are 
 raised. The King and the High Priest are borne in, 
 seated in a palanquin supported on the shoulders of 
 eight bearers. Lords, Nobles, the Scribe and the Jester 
 accompany the palanquin. The King is assisted to mount 
 the throne, while Priests conduct the High Priest to a 
 seat beside the incense altar. Servitors place logs in the 
 sacrificial pit. Torches are set up to supplement the 
 moonlight. The Jester skips about, taunting this one 
 and that, and finally settles at the King's feet. The in- 
 cense altar is made to send up a column of smoke.) 
 
 THE KING: [glancing about questioningly] 
 
 The Prince ! The Prince ! Where hides my son the Prince ? 
 
 THE CHIEF HUNTSMAN: 
 
 We met his youthful party just at eve. 
 
 A stag fled high among the distant peaks. 
 
 "I'll fetch him down!" exclaimed the Prince, then led 
 
 Where none of slower foot might follow him. 
 
 We left his faithful Huntsmen at the pass. 
 
 They'll bear his load I swear he'll fetch the stag. 
 
 (Lights are seen coming doivn the mountain and a horn is 
 heard.) 
 
 The Prince's horn! Its tone proclaims his kill! 
 
 (The Prince enters followed by his four Companions, who 
 carry a stag suspended from a pole. The Chief Hunt- 
 man leaps forward, takes the Prince's hand and strikes 
 him on the shoulder in commendation. Other Huntsmen 
 crowd about the stag. The Prince is accorded a cordial 
 reception.) 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE PRINCE: [saluting the King and also the High Priest] 
 Your pardon, Sire, and yours, if long I have 
 Delayed the ceremonies of the night. 
 
 (The Prince leaps up the steps of the throne, kisses the 
 hand of the King, and sinks at his feet. The High 
 Priest stands before the colossus and raises his arms. 
 All the other Priests stand at his back and lift their 
 arms.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Hail, mighty Ug! 
 CHORUS OF PRIESTS: 
 Hail, Ug, hail ! 
 
 (The salutation and chorus are repeated three times, then 
 all the Priests but the High Priest move to one side.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Peace to this place and hour. 
 Mid-Summer holds the world in charmed thrall. 
 The mantling softness of these stately woods 
 Enchants the aisles of every lesser grove. 
 Gone are the rains and floods. Asleep the blasts. 
 The winds chant only dulcet threnodies. 
 Clothed are the meadow pastures with white flocks ; 
 The valleys covered o'er with ripening corn. 
 Each great and little breast of Nature drips 
 With honey and with milk. All paths drop fat. 
 It is the hour of harvest and reward. 
 The husbandman receives his cheerful toll. 
 The tree throws back its acorn to the ground. 
 The fold that was protected yields its lamb. 
 Fear has but nibbled at our hearts the year 
 Great Ug awaits his promised recompense. 
 
 (Stretching his hands toward the Shepherds.) 
 The Shepherds bow before Ug*s form. 
 
 (The Shepherds advance until they stand in front of Ug, 
 and fiing down their lambs. They make the Sign of Ug 
 
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 and kneel upon one knee, showing grave agitation. The 
 Jester has climbed to an eminence from which he 
 watches the Shepherds in wonder and mockery.) 
 
 THE JESTER: 
 
 Oh, see our frightened Shepherds bow and weep: 
 They are as bold as any new-born sheep ! 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 The Husbandmen their reverence pay. 
 
 (The Husbandmen advance, fiing down their corn and 
 grapes, make the Sign of Ug and kneel behind the 
 Shepherds.) 
 
 The Huntsmen are defenceless fawns. 
 
 (The Huntsmen advance, fiing down their game, make the 
 Sign of Ug and fall upon one knee behind the Hus- 
 bandmen.) 
 
 To Ug alone the Warriors kneel. 
 
 (The Warriors advance, throw down their trophies, make 
 the Sign of Ug and fall upon one knee. The Jester con- 
 tinues his show of scorn.) 
 
 THE JESTER: 
 
 O wafting Warriors! Are you also bound 
 To grovel? 'Ware of spiders on the ground! 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Nor holds the world Lord, Prince or august King 
 
 Who dares deny Ug's never-ending sway. 
 
 (The Lords, the Nobles and the Scribe kneel behind the 
 others, making the Sign of Ug. Then the Prince. The 
 King lays aside crown and scepter and kneels with the 
 others. The Jester skips up the throne steps, puts on 
 the crown, grasps the scepter and seats himself upon 
 the throne.) 
 
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 THE JESTER: 
 
 Their hearts to senseless god of stone they fling: 
 I'm no such fool. Forsooth, let me be King! 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Fool of all fools, before Ug smites you down 
 Prone on the ground and chew repentant dust! 
 
 (Two Priests leap up the throne, remove the crown and 
 scepter and fiing the Jester to the ground where he 
 grovels. The High Priest signals and the Third Priest 
 rises and sings the Song of Ug, the entire company 
 singing the chorus.) 
 
 THE SONG OF UG 
 
 Out of the terrible Night, 
 
 Out of the Chasm Unknown, 
 Lacking a star or a light, 
 
 Sweeps from the caverns a moan. 
 Over the rim of the world 
 
 Darkness in travail writhes low, 
 Straight from her womb there is hurled 
 
 Ug, bastard scion of Woe. 
 Oh, see how all mortals are bending; 
 
 The jewel each wears is a tear; 
 Man's homage is given unending 
 
 To Ug, God of Fear, to Ug, God of Fear, 
 to Ug, God of Fear! 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 O Ug, our poor courage lies quaking 
 O Ug, be not deaf to our prayer 
 
 O Ug, crush us not with thine aching. 
 
 Ug, spare! Ug, spare! Ug, spare! Ug, spare! 
 
 Spare! Spare! Spare! Ug, spare! Ug, spare! 
 
 Deep in the breast of mankind, 
 
 Close by the chamber of Soul, 
 Chiefest of treasures enshrined, 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 Joy of Life points man his goal. 
 Swift as a fiend from the dark 
 
 Fear comes with sword and with chain 
 Man is left fettered and stark, 
 
 Joy of Life ravished and slain. 
 Oh, hark, how all mankind is moaning; 
 
 A flood rushes from the world's tear; 
 Forever men turn with their groaning 
 
 To Ug, God of Fear, to Ug, God of Fear, 
 to Ug, God of Fear! 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 O Ug, our poor lives we are giving 
 O Ug, be not deaf to our prayer 
 
 O Ug, slaughter not Joy of Living. 
 
 Ug, spare! Ug, spare! Ug, spare! Ug, spare! 
 
 Spare ! Spare ! Spare ! Ug, spare ! Ug, spare ! 
 
 (The final chorus ends with all on their faces. Thereafter 
 the company relaxes and distributes itself as before. 
 Servitors pass through with litters loaded with meats 
 and fruits for the feast. The Jester filches a horn bot- 
 tle from a litter and takes a drink.) 
 
 THE JESTER: 
 
 Ho, ho ! My belly is an empty waste : 
 
 Let's to the feast in yonder glade make haste. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Peace, fool. Tempt not again Ug's vengeful hand. 
 Moon shadows mark the hour of fateful choice. 
 The patient eyes of Ug light with desire. 
 Our bravest youth shall stand before the god 
 Like snowy lambs that he may choose his own. 
 Who are Ug's new Defenders? Who the youth 
 That have done valiantly? 
 
 THE SCRIBE: [unrolling a scroll handed him by the King and 
 reading] 
 
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 These has the King set down: 
 
 Among the Husbandmen, Althone and Weg, 
 Who cunningly led water to the vines 
 Until the grapes nigh burst their purple skins. 
 Of Shepherds, Tord and Kim are named. All know 
 They scorned their lives to save the fold from wolves. 
 Mikail and Elam are the Huntsmen's boast: 
 Their arrows gone, with stones they slew two bears. 
 Of warring men are Jud and Shed enrolled: 
 They fetched a woman captive from a cave 
 When hostile spears fell like the Autumn rain. 
 Thus ends the list of those the King acclaims. 
 
 (Each of the young men, as his name is called, leaves his 
 companions and leaps forward. When the Prince's name 
 is not read he sinks his head in his hands.) 
 
 THE JESTER: [after a pull at the bottle] 
 He names me not, yet death I often dare: 
 I tease the sleeping King's nose with a hair ! 
 
 (Roaring at his own joke, the Jester is seized and thrust 
 aside.) 
 
 THE KING: [indicating the Defenders] 
 
 The leafen chaplets set upon their brows: 
 Their fame be higher than these trees are high. 
 
 THE CHIEF WARRIOR: 
 
 Pray hold ! 
 
 How may the scroll of brave youth be complete 
 Save when my lord the Prince leads all the rest? 
 How often have I seen him hew his way 
 In battle and with righteous lance drive back 
 The foe that numbered him full five to one! 
 
 THE KING: 
 
 Not through his own, but through another's eyes 
 A father may see virtue in his son. 
 Arise, O Prince, a proud Defender thou ! 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 (The Prince rises joyfully. He does not go down to join 
 the others, being detained by his father's hand. Priests 
 deck each young man with laurel and with a ceremo- 
 nial vestment.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Bring forth the table of the secret stones 
 That speak the changeless, wordless will of Ug. 
 
 (A table or rack having stone slabs upright upon it is 
 brought in and set before the colossus. All the Defend- 
 ers excepting the Prince gather beside the table.) 
 
 Great Ug, the blossom of our race behold; 
 The noblest and the proudest of our youth. 
 Regard them well, the fairest lamb approve: 
 Affix thy seal upon him with the darkening stone. 
 
 (The Defenders, lifting their arms to Ug, begin to march 
 
 around the table. The Jester runs out close to them, 
 
 then looks back at the throne.) 
 
 THE JESTER: 
 
 What brave Defender is the kingly son? 
 He dares not share the risk the others run! 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 A fool's wise words ! My rightful place I claim ; 
 Defender I, and after that the Prince. 
 
 (Leaping down the steps the Prince takes his place with 
 the Defenders. The King rises and then sinks doubt- 
 fully to his seat.) 
 
 THE KING: 
 
 It matters not if he be there or here: 
 
 Not Ug would rob the throne to feed his maw. 
 
 (The Defenders resume their march around the table of 
 stones.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Lift each the stone that calls unto his hand. 
 Ye only play at choosing: Ug's the choice. 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 These stones be all as white as wool is white, 
 Yet when Ug's favored youth lifts up a stone 
 And turns it so that all our eyes may see, 
 Behold, it shall be black as raven's wing: 
 Ug's tongue it shall become to speak his will. 
 
 (Each Defender in turn lifts a stone and holding it aloft, 
 slowly turns it around. As the underside of his stone is 
 seen to be white a cry of relief breaks from each De- 
 fender's friends. At length the Prince lifts a stone care- 
 lessly, holds it above his head and turns it around. The 
 underside is seen to be black. The Prince starts in 
 amazement and lets the stone fall.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Ug's choice has fallen on the Prince! 
 
 (The sign is recognised and consternation seizes the com- 
 pany. Cries of "The Prince! The Prince!" "It cannot 
 be!" and "It must be so!" are heard. The Prince fal- 
 ters. The King, all but overcome, starts up and is about 
 to protest when the High Priest stops him with an im- 
 perative gesture.) 
 Ug speaks! Let none oppose; let none commend! 
 
 THE KING: 
 
 What dread mistake is here? Not Ug himself 
 May claim the Prince and heir for sacrifice! 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 The Prince that was is vanished from our eyes: 
 Behold the lamb Ug chooses as his own ! 
 
 (Turning to the Prince.) 
 Salute the fatal tablet with a kiss 
 That all may know you do consent to die. 
 
 (The Second Priest raises the stone from the ground and 
 presents it to the Prince, who dashes it down again.) 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Does noble Youth so fear to look at Death? 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Who says the King's son is afraid to die? 
 Think you kind Nature has bestowed on me 
 My father's flesh, bone of his bone, and yet 
 Withheld the faultless courage of his heart? 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Then why this strange reluctance? Would you dare 
 Defy the pact our fathers made with Ug? 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Hear me, High Priest: 
 
 About me now I feel a throng of youths 
 
 As they outstretch their pleading hands to me. 
 
 Souls are they of Ug's countless victims past. 
 
 Souls of Ug's countless victims yet to come. 
 
 And all as one they claim my tongue to curse 
 
 This unavailing slaughter to an end. 
 
 THE SECOND PRIEST: 
 
 The poor Prince raves; fear has transformed the lad. 
 
 THE JESTER: 
 
 The Prince is sane, and all the rest be mad. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Peace, boy. While earth shall last Ug must be paid. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 If obligation pend, let Ug stand forth 
 With lifted lance, or human champion name 
 And I will war with all my strength and life 
 To pay his debt in measure that shall leave 
 No stern remainder for our sons to pay. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 What said the Patriarch to us? He told 
 How on some mystic night the victim should 
 
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 Behold a vision seldom seen of men, 
 And from the vision draw some spirit aid 
 That should forever rend Ug from our path. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Heed not the tale, an empty, time-worn dream. 
 It tells of Ug in dust upon the ground 
 See how Ug still predominates the world! 
 Come, boy; kiss yonder stone. We would proceed. 
 
 (The Second Priest again picks up the fatal stone, but the 
 Prince giving him no heed turns to the King.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 My being cries to know a better fate. 
 Speak, Father; say that old Ug is not so! 
 
 THE KING: 
 
 My son ! 
 
 My crown, my scepter would I swift exchange 
 For answer that would satisfy your prayer. 
 My reason at Ug's bold pretensions scoffs; 
 My living senses cry that Ug is true. 
 Ug I deny, and straight my ears resound 
 With groans of mortals in the grip of fear. 
 Ug I deny, and straight my eyes behold 
 Some yet more dreadful festers of his darts. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 My Father and my King, if Ug be so, 
 Then lead us in rebellion 'gainst old Ug! 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Ha, ha! That foolish word long since I heard. 
 Speak, King, and tell him what rebellion means. 
 
 THE KING: [cowering] 
 I have no words to say. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST : 
 
 Speak now ! I voice great Ug's command ! 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE KING: [hesitatingly, as he comes down from the throne} 
 The High Priest's words are flames that melt the locks 
 On secrets ne'er intended for my son. 
 Hear now confession of that man who drained 
 Rebellion's cup down to the poisoned dregs. 
 Mature was I when lifted to the throne, 
 And holding steadfast to the good in men; 
 My people served I with a strong delight. 
 Succumbed our foes or fled before our fame. 
 At length none dared intrigue against our peace; 
 No shackles knew our hearts save Ug's alone. 
 Long pondered 1 upon my fancied strength, 
 Then swore to bring destruction on great Ug. 
 Mid-Summer Night was nigh. Farewell I bade 
 That hyacinth of womankind, my queen, 
 And drew to this accustomed place resolved 
 That with the hour of sacrifice at hand 
 Defiance I should thunder to Ug's claim 
 And rend him with my men from Heaven's path. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Behold, the memory moves Ug not at all! 
 
 THE KING: 
 
 E'en as I drew to loose my verbal bolt 
 
 A runner breathless sank and gasped his news : 
 
 My queen, the twin soul of my soul, was dead! 
 
 Our son not yet expected had been born. 
 
 The weakened mother clutching him to breast, 
 
 Her eyes wild with the light of prophecy, 
 
 Screamed that Ug's hideous stamp was on her child! 
 
 She died, herself slain by the darts of fear. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Thus laughed Ug at the hand that threatened him! 
 
 THE KING: 
 
 A score of years and each year like a score 
 Have I watched o'er the son, nor once forgot 
 The sword by spider thread swung in suspense ; 
 
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 Nor ever have I smiled save when false hope 
 
 Lied that my faith in prophecy was fled. 
 
 Tonight I drave forebodings from my heart 
 
 Tonight Ug calls my son to sacrifice ! 
 
 And louder now than voice of her long dead, 
 
 And louder than the wretched victim's prayer, 
 
 And louder than a father's wailing soul 
 
 The universe exclaims, Ug is supreme ! 
 
 (The Prince, all but overcome by his father's story, ap- 
 proaches the King and falls upon his neck. The Sec- 
 ond Priest comes close with the fatal stone. He waits 
 a little while, then rouses the Prince by plucking his 
 sleeve.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Revolt no more. The common weal demands 
 
 That you shall play the debtor for us all. 
 
 (The Prince releases the King, who slowly remounts the 
 throne. The Prince looks around uncertainly. All await 
 his action. With a gesture of hopeless resignation he 
 seizes the stone, presses his lips to it and lets it fall to 
 the ground. The Defenders bring a white robe and put it 
 on the Prince. Removing the garlands from their necks, 
 they hang seven about the neck of the Prince. The sec- 
 ond Priest and the Third Priest spread a rug before 
 the colossus, and two Defenders escort the Prince to 
 this rug. He sinks upon it and buries his face in his 
 arms. A figure, almost nude, but loaded with daz- 
 zling barbaric ornaments, glides upon the upper level 
 before Ug, and begins a curious writhing of the body. 
 Three others, similarly costumed, follow him upon the 
 upper level, while a dozen appear upon the lower level. 
 A fanatic dance is performed as a solemn part of the 
 ceremony before Ug. The dance is wild and furious, 
 reaching a frenzy. At its end the dancers whirl away.) 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: [addressing the Prince upon the rug} 
 
 Now are you sealed unto the sacrifice. 
 
 A little while we feast. When we return 
 
 Be full prepared to pass into Ug's flames. 
 
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THE FALL OF UG 
 
 (The King leaves the throne. The Nobles support him as he 
 
 goes away in the direction of the feast. All the company 
 
 follow with the exception of the High Priest and the 
 
 Jester, The High Priest goes over to the bowed Prince.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Death is the changeless fortune of mankind. 
 
 To some it comes as last of countless storms 
 
 That bent and marred but could not fell until 
 
 The sap of life had brittled with the years. 
 
 To others death comes in the quiet noon : 
 
 The troubled axe they leave in half-hewn log 
 
 Must marvel while it rots. To others still 
 
 Death is a breath that shuts the door of life 
 
 On eyes still round with wonder at the view. 
 
 Some chew the cud until the bitter's gone; 
 
 Some never know the cud is aught but sweet. 
 
 If called in youth or called in age, all men 
 
 Swear solemnly the other way were best. 
 
 Peace, boy. What privilege to die for those 
 
 Doomed but to live ! 
 
 (The Prince gives no sign that he has heard. The High 
 Priest departs. The Jester advances, bottle in hand.) 
 
 THE JESTER: 
 
 Forget Old Graybeard, boy ; his trade is woe. 
 What sophistry can make you glad to go? 
 Or what, forsooth, should make you glad to stay? 
 Grief is your certain portion either way. 
 The fool is wise, he quick accepts the rule ; 
 The wise man long denies it he's the fool. 
 Forgetfulness alone can scoff man's plight 
 Good liquor is the very salve of life ! 
 
 (The Jester tries to force his bottle upon the Prince. He 
 is thrust away and moving about, he sings.) 
 
 THE JESTER'S SONG 
 When the sweets of the world have been captured ; 
 
 When joys are plucked ripe from the tree; 
 And the senses no longer enraptured 
 
 [26] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 Awake to the dull mockery; 
 Then the mortal embittered to madness, 
 All bereft of the false dream of gladness, 
 Will not spurn the soft call in his sadness, 
 
 "Let wine be the solace for thee." 
 
 So fill up the bowl to the brim; 
 Let the flagon not balk at the rim. 
 
 The man who will sip 
 
 With a smirk of the lip 
 Is a man from whose hand 
 
 The good cup may well slip ; 
 But the man who swigs hard we will bless 
 He has lived and knows life is a mess. 
 
 He drinks if he dies for it, 
 
 Dying, he cries for it 
 
 This be his prize for it 
 Sweet forgetfulness ! 
 
 When the pains of existence shall thicken; 
 
 When the urge of desire grows thin; 
 When passion's pulse ceases to quicken; 
 
 And love is of things that have been; 
 Then the grape sheds its blood without stinting 
 And the mortal forgets his resenting, 
 Sees his sky glow again with new tinting 
 
 Good wine is the solace of men! 
 
 So fill up the bowl to the brim ; 
 Let the flagon not balk at the rim. 
 
 The man who will sip 
 
 With a smirk of the lip 
 Is a man from whose hand 
 
 The good cup may well slip ; 
 But the man who swigs hard we will bless 
 He has lived and knows life is a mess. 
 
 He drinks if he dies for it, 
 
 Dying, he cries for it 
 
 This be his prize for it 
 Sweet forgetfulness! 
 
 [27] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 (The Jester, walking unsteadily, departs in the direction 
 taken by all the others. The Prince, left alone, gets up, 
 lifts a spear a Warrior has left behind and stands before 
 the colossus. His speech is emotional recitative.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 O mocking monster that befouls the world, 
 
 Dare but expose some vulnerable joint, 
 
 And though fiends straight devour me will I drive 
 
 This iron lance to end thy cursed spell. 
 
 (The Prince hurls the lance and it strikes against the colos- 
 sus. The lance is shattered to pieces by the impact. The 
 Prince's attitude changes to entreaty.) 
 
 O endless Fear, whom mortals may not slay, 
 
 The King's son prays you grant this single boon : 
 
 Speak now and say my death shall terminate 
 
 This ghastly sacrifice of bravest youths 
 
 Swear none come after me and I, the Prince, 
 
 Will bless old Ug and leap into thy flame ! 
 
 (The Prince sinks to his knees and waits expectantly. 
 When no answer comes he rises in utter despair. He 
 turns his back upon Ug and staggers away. He gropes 
 this way and that. He encounters a great tree. He 
 clutches the bark and his eyes travel up the trunk. He 
 regards this tree and the other trees about him a-s if 
 really seeing them for the first time, then sings.) 
 
 THE PRINCE'S SONG 
 
 Behold my woe, ye Trees. 
 
 Behold old Ug's disdain. 
 
 What cares he for my pain, 
 This Ug that gluts on human agonies? 
 Ye tremble not, O Trees! 
 
 How stand ye so serene? 
 
 What vision have you seen 
 
 That smites fear's shackles from your steadfast 
 knees ? 
 
 [281 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 O Trees, how lift the head? 
 
 Assurance is your crown; 
 
 You only bow not down. 
 
 What secret frees your hearts from palsied dread? 
 Sweet spirit of this Grove, 
 
 Let mortal share thy calm. 
 
 My soul cries for thy balm. 
 Come to me nameless messenger of love ! 
 
 (A -flute ripples briefly, high up the hill. It repeats off at one 
 side, then off at the other, then near the Prince. Trip, 
 the fairy, is seen. His pipe still at his lips, he alights 
 upon a rock.) 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 As ye called me so come I; 
 Bid me stay or swift I fly. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Stay! Stay! O living fairy, who are you? 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Ho, ho! Ask the snakes and snails 
 How I twist their lazy tails! 
 Ask the squirrel in the tree 
 Would he store nuts but for me? 
 Ask the linnet, quail or jay 
 I command them when to lay. . 
 When I speak, madrona tree 
 Dons a purple robe for me. 
 Master I of birds and bees, 
 Friend, companion of the trees. 
 Flock I guard, and herd and drove 
 Lord and spirit of this Grove! 
 Fear me, mortal, fear my whip ! 
 
 (Lifting a branch above his head he threatens, then flings 
 it away and clasps his arms about himself in ecstasy.) 
 
 Hi! I love you! I am Trip! 
 
 [29] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Sweet Trip, full often have I roamed this wood: 
 How falls it that we never met till now ? 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Oft as in this Grove you've strayed 
 Trip has faithful shadow played; 
 Sometimes followed where you led, 
 Often flitted on ahead. 
 I have whistled, you have slept; 
 I have piped and you have wept. 
 In the bush I've teased the bear; 
 Lured your foolish arrows there; 
 After you mad bruin went 
 It was I who stole the scent! 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Alas, alas, not once saw I your form ! 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Change has come to you, not me; 
 Faith has made your eyes to see. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Where be your home; not near this dreadful spot? 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Dreadful, dreadful, dreadful bind 
 Eyes of men who will be blind ! 
 
 (With merriment he dances about, then sobers and goes 
 
 on.) 
 
 Home? Ah, mortal, you shall see 
 How Trip grew a homing tree. 
 Once a sapling all unblest 
 Came into the Grove to rest. 
 Full ten thousand moons have sped 
 Since I found it all but dead; 
 Barkless, leafless, white with pain, 
 
 [30] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 Summer zephyrs might have slain. 
 Called I humming-birds and bees, 
 Bade them whisk to farthest leas. 
 Flower, bush and vine run rife 
 Sent me each one drop of life. 
 Lo, the sapling bent its head, 
 Quaffed and flushed a living red. 
 At my word the beaked birdfolk 
 Wove a warm majestic cloak; 
 Teeth of squirrels wise and old 
 Worked expansion in each fold. 
 Leaves were wanting, in their place 
 Spiders -spun the rarest lace. 
 Came the day my tree in ease 
 Sang to soothe the orphan breeze; 
 Came the splendid night at last, 
 It defied the winter blast. 
 "Grow!" I cried. It lifted high, 
 Pillared up the tired sky. 
 I dreamed immortality 
 See my deathless redwood tree! 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Strange is the secret of your life, old tree, 
 Grown by a fairy for his castle home. 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Fool you are, oh fool you be ! 
 Is my purpose hard to see? 
 Need I in such tree to dwell 
 Whom a poppy serves as well? 
 Why grew I these shafts so tall, 
 Like a Heaven-kissing wall, 
 But to hide from mortal eyes 
 Yonder stony god of lies? 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 No fairy knows the awful power of Ug. 
 
 Alas, bright Trip, perchance yourself should fear. 
 
 [31] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Ug was once a rock and bare 
 
 Save for vines it flung in air. 
 
 Men beheld it block the path, 
 
 Marvelled at the stone in wrath, 
 
 Loudly called to it, "Begone!" 
 
 Rocks are deaf, the rock stayed on. 
 
 Lack of faith like subtle darts 
 
 Set men trembling in their hearts. 
 
 Yon dread face they graved through tears 
 
 With the chisels of their fears. 
 
 With their evil thoughts alone 
 
 They drave life into this stone; 
 
 With impure imaginings 
 
 Raised a god of countless stings. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Say not a simple stone bars Heaven's path. 
 What stone could cast such shadow black as doom, 
 And peopled mayhap by such awful shapes 
 That Ug in contrast is most fair? 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 I know panther, mouse and bee; 
 Awful shapes are strange to me. 
 Nameless monsters Trip would find 
 Hi, let's see what hides behind! 
 
 (Trip passes through the air to the shoulder of the colos- 
 sus, shades his eyes with his hand and peers earnestly 
 into the shaded hillside above.) 
 
 Not a monster rolls in sight; 
 Nothing is but lack of light. 
 When you stand beside his head 
 Awful Ug is all but fled. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Deride not great Ug to his face. Beware! 
 He holds the world's heart in his iron beak. 
 
 [32] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Is it fearful to be near? 
 
 What this strange, soft sound I hear? 
 
 (Trip climbs to where he can lay a hand on the beak, then 
 draws back in mock fright. He repeats this, looking 
 playfully down at the Prince. He thrusts his hand into 
 the beak and draws out something which he hides under 
 both hands against his breast while he laughs and 
 chuckles.) 
 
 While this beak holds men dismayed 
 
 See what nests here unafraid! 
 
 (Trip tosses into the air a dove he had lifted from its nest 
 in Ug's beak and the bird Hies away. Trip drops back 
 to the ground near the Prince.) 
 
 Music comes to cheer your heart: 
 
 Hear the nightly chorus start. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Ah, gentle Trip, mock not my tortured plight. 
 No music hear I save the cricket's dirge. 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Hist now ! Let your mood be ripe 
 'Tis some far off fairy's pipe. 
 (Both listen with hand to ear.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Alas, no sweet tones greet my dreary ear! 
 TRIP: 
 
 Deaf your ear to woodland sighs 
 
 With long listening to men's lies. 
 
 Hi! There sounds the call again 
 
 Now the answer from yon glen! 
 (Both listen.) 
 
 It comes! 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Not so! 
 
 [33] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Now again! 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 Only silence! 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 List with all your ears and mind! 
 
 (After a time the rising notes of a pipe are heard. The 
 sound dies and is repeated off at a distant place. The 
 sound is heard very faintly at first and then more clear- 
 ly, as the reward of intent listening. The Prince shows 
 by his joyful manner that he has heard at last.) 
 Now the chord runs all around 
 Till the woods with trills resound. 
 Open now to fresh delight; 
 Share the harmony of night. 
 
 (The instrumental chord runs through the woods. Trip 
 dances about, charmed that the Prince is able to hear.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 It seems I hear who never heard before! 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Now from hill and cavern dim 
 Shall uplift the woodfolk hymn. 
 Sing, ye sounding forest, sing! 
 Ring, ye living redwoods, ring! 
 
 (The haunting, wordless song of the woodfolk is heard 
 in one place, then in another, and the ripple of it runs 
 along the hill. Finally it is heard coming from every 
 side, with indescribable effect.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 I should have sworn my faculties complete, 
 Yet deaf was I and knew it not until 
 The wondrous music of the forest night 
 Revealed and healed and left me lacking naught. 
 
 [34] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Deaf you were and knew it not, 
 Deaf as any stone, I wot. 
 Having eyes you think you see 
 Blind as bat at noon you be! 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Alas, my eyes see more than cheers my heart. 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Worse than blind, poor mortal eyes, 
 Seeing clouds in summer skies; 
 Seeing ugly and untrue, 
 Until Beauty hides from view; 
 Spying woes on ev'ry side 
 That no flowing tears may hide. 
 Try your eyes; gaze either way; 
 See the woodfolk at their play. 
 Bear with their mischievous plight 
 Soft the air Mid-Summer Night. 
 See them skip and romp and prance; 
 See, they beckon you to dance! 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 If such things be, then truly I be blind! 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 How may golden visions rise 
 When you never lift your eyes? 
 How might you behold my face 
 Where another saw but space 
 Save that when old Ug appalled 
 You alone looked up and called? 
 Great now your reward shall be, 
 Loosed shall be the mystery; 
 Swiftly shall you pass the door 
 Mortal seldom passed before. 
 Mighty, mighty vainly knocks; 
 Lowly, lowly turns the locks. 
 
 [35] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 Bend and pluck humility 
 
 Sweet oxalis is the key! 
 
 (The Prince stoops and plucks a stalk of the oxalis which 
 he holds up.) 
 
 Bay leaves, jonquils, dragonflies! 
 
 Woodfolk, greet his famished eyes. 
 
 (A company of fairies is seen and a lively frolic follows, 
 during which the fairies frequently leave the ground and 
 go sailing away through the trees. Others come flying 
 from distant parts to join the fun. Objects which ap- 
 peared to be bushes and rocks stir and move and are seen 
 to be fairy folk. Suddenly the Prince drops his oxalis 
 key. The fairies fly away and the vision fades rapidly.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 My key I've lost! Quick, give it back! But stay 
 The King, the Priests, the company I call 
 That all may share this vision of delight. 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Ho, ho! Blindness binds them all. 
 When did they look up and call? 
 Smallest fairy knows no fear 
 When the fiercest man be near. 
 When mad mortals hurl their best 
 Into Ug's consuming breast, 
 Fairies join their unheard cries 
 To the woe of him who dies. 
 Even now their eyes are dew 
 They prepare to weep for you. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Your words recall me to my bitter fate. 
 
 E'en now approaching shouts proclaim my hour. 
 
 The hope that had sprung up was but a dream. 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Hi! What know you of dreams? 
 What is true and what but seems? 
 
 [36] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 Learn which is reality; 
 Therein lies the golden key. 
 
 THE PRINCE: [when shouting is heard] 
 
 They come! Stay, gentle Trip, desert me not. 
 When my sad eyes must close in hideous death 
 Let their last vision rest on you, else I 
 Upon the threshold turn to curse the world. 
 
 TRIP: 
 
 Trip must fade nor linger on. 
 Come your people I am gone. 
 How might you hold me in view 
 When their blindness may blind you? 
 This my last injunction be: 
 Heed my mystic redwood tree. 
 When Ug scourged, you called and lo, 
 Now you know what fairies know! 
 More than fairies know you need 
 Seek and find some higher meed. 
 When men wrestle with their fear 
 Often does the path grow clear. 
 Faith once more your eyes anoint 
 Look where redwoocj fingers point! 
 
 (At his final word Trip whisks away. The Prince runs ap- 
 pealingly to the spot where the fairy stood. The shout- 
 ing grows louder. The King enters and is escorted to 
 the throne. The Priests, led by the High Priest, take 
 their places. The company is quickly composed as be- 
 fore. The Prince appears to see something invisible to 
 the others.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Look, King and Priests; look, Warriors, Huntsmen, all. 
 
 Sec how the fairy master of this Grove laughs down 
 
 In scorn of all our bootless sacrifice! 
 
 Fear Ug no more! Great Ug is but a stone! 
 
 Oh, see you not sweet Trip ? Ask him to tell ! 
 
 [37] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Peace, lad; fear has distraught your mind. 
 
 Stand boldly as the kingly son should stand, 
 
 Nor shame us with your monstrous dread of death. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 What words of mine could make you understand? 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Far spent the night; make ready for the rites. 
 
 (Priests direct Husbandmen and others in placing addition- 
 al logs in the sacrificial pit and the flames are lighted.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 I see and hear: you all be blind and deaf! 
 
 THE CHIEF WARRIOR: [to the Prince] 
 Oh, falter not nor forfeit our esteem: 
 True valor scoffs at fate and laughing dies. 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 Illusion's victim worse than Ug's am I. 
 They think me coward, else they call me fool. 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Lay off the garlands. Aid him to prepare. 
 
 (Priests offer to assist the Prince to remove the garlands 
 from about his neck, but he motions them away.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 My hands suffice : straight I disrobe my soul. 
 
 (He lifts off a garland and holds it in his hands.) 
 Let this be love of father, home and friends: 
 My dearest tie melts at the touch of Ug. 
 
 (He pitches the garland into the sacrificial pit, then lifts 
 
 another one from his neck.) 
 This be ambition; how its roses flamed 
 Ere Ug's foul breath turned every petal sere! 
 
 [38] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 (He flings the garland into the pit and lifts off another.) 
 This be sweet charity; it was a robe 
 That hid the world's defects from trusting eyes 
 Until Ug's hand displayed the horrid truth. 
 
 (He flings the garland into the pit and lifts the remaining 
 
 four from his neck.) 
 
 Fair hope was this ; a lily stung by frost : 
 This truthfulness, this pride, this loyalty. 
 Ug's fetid touch blasts all their purity. 
 
 (He flings all the garlands into the pit, then tears off his 
 white robe, standing nude but for a breech cloth and 
 sandals.) 
 
 This garment be outrageous joy of life, 
 A mocking pretense that enfolds all men, 
 Yet at the first rude plucking rends apart 
 
 (Rending the robe he throws it aside.) 
 And leaves us naked to such foe as Ug! 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 We wait with ready sacrifice that Ug 
 
 May speak his promise of a blood-red dawn. 
 
 THE YOUNG PRIEST: 
 
 Pray let the Patriarch recall his tale: 
 Mayhap he will pronounce the season come 
 When red dawn shall be swallowed up by white 
 In token that Ug's day at last be done. 
 
 (While speaking the Young Priest has advanced to the 
 Prince, though looking at and imploring the Patriarch, 
 who moves his head doubtfully. The High Priest seizes 
 the Young Priest and hurls him to the ground at one 
 side. The High Priest lifts his hands and all but the 
 Prince fall upon their faces. At length the face of the 
 colossus begins to glow with red.) 
 
 THE HIGH PRIEST: 
 
 Red dawn is nigh. Ug calls for sacrifice! 
 
 [39] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 (Priests and others seize the Prince and lift his naked form 
 above their heads preparatory to casting it upon the out- 
 stretched palms of Ug, from which it will drop into the 
 pit of flame. At this moment Trip's pipe is heard loudly 
 rippling somewhere close at hand. The sound startles 
 the Prince and arouses him to desperate action. He 
 struggles out of the hands of the Priests, springs to the 
 top of a rock and with his back to the colossus, raises 
 his arms to Heaven.) 
 
 THE PRINCE: 
 
 O God of Truth, where point the redwood hands, 
 
 Thy promise be established now in me ! 
 
 Thy kingdom comes ; Thy thunders vanquish Fear ; 
 
 Thy will is done; Thy lightnings rend Fear's form; 
 
 Thy word unbars the path that leads to Thee; 
 
 Thy crystal dawn enwraps the reborn world, 
 
 And lights men's famished eyes to know Thy face ! 
 
 (The Priests appear to be frantic in their anger and de- 
 spair, but the Prince's attitude of commanding faith makes 
 them afraid to lay hand upon him. As the Prince re- 
 mains with arms uplifted, thunder is heard. The stage 
 grows dark. The thunder culminates in a cannon-like 
 detonation. Lightning Hashes and rends the colossus. 
 In the noise and mystery of a convulsion, Ug is 
 dimly seen to shrivel and go down into utter nothing- 
 ness. With the settling of the dust quiet ensues and the 
 white road is seen to be complete across the spot where 
 once Ug sat. Growing light reveals the path leading up 
 the hillside. Celestial beings are seen to beckon and to 
 sweep downward toward the company of people. The 
 latter lift their arms in gladness and, led by the Prince, 
 commence to climb upward. As they pass over Ug's for- 
 mer seat they begin to sing a world hymn of rejoicing. 
 The chorus is caught up by many unseen choirs in re- 
 mote places until all the world seems to be voicing its 
 rapture.) 
 
 [40] 
 
THE FALL OF UG 
 
 THE WORLD HYMN 
 The Lord made the earth and the fulness thereof; 
 
 By His hands were the deep places laid; 
 The strength of the mountains the breath of His mouth ; 
 
 In His palm are the mighty seas weighed. 
 He spake and the wilderness wept with new rain ; 
 
 From the dry ground the water-springs came. 
 He looked on the earth and it trembled with joy; 
 
 The hilltops He touched into flame. 
 Let the floods clap their hands, let the winds shout their 
 praise ; 
 
 Let the mountains bow low and be furled ; 
 The Lord from His high sanctuary hath come; 
 
 His lightnings enlighteneth the world. 
 The gods of the nations are idols of clay; 
 
 The sun hath our Lord full arrayed : 
 The Lord lifts His voice, let the nations be dumb 
 
 "Lo, man in mine image is made : 
 "Dominion be his over earth and himself: 
 
 "The eyes of his faith none shall bind. 
 "When perfect love casteth out fear from my son, 
 
 "Lo, in him be the infinite mind !" 
 
 Let all the nations 
 
 And all the peoples 
 
 Rejoice 
 
 And be glad 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, etc. 
 
 (The last vain impulse of fallen Ug is seen in the occur- 
 rence of his red dawn. The red illumination seems for 
 a brief space to drive Ug's colorful suggestion into all 
 the earth, but meaning and motive have gone, and pres- 
 ently a new and strange sublimity creeps into the break- 
 ing of the day. To men's unaccustomed eyes the novel 
 rays at first are green, but as they overcome and swal- 
 low up the old manifestation of blood, it is seen that the 
 promise is indeed fulfilled, that crystal dawn is come to 
 enwrap the hearts of those escaped from Ug in name- 
 less glory and in endless peace.) 
 
 [41] 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 After close study of the play I realized the fact that Ug 
 could claim no single country as his own, but that his awful power 
 held the world and dominated all nations, savage and civilized, 
 alike. Consequently in my conception of the music I have not ad- 
 hered to any one form, style or school; on the contrary, I have 
 written "with a free hand," breaking theoretical rules at my pleas- 
 ure in order to get most thoroughly into the atmosphere of Mr. 
 Steele's book. Since Ug dominates the hearts of all the charac- 
 ters, Ug must have an unmistakable and powerful motif which 
 rings out in commanding, awe-inspiring tones at all times. It 
 must be ever in the ear as well as in the mind and heart; hence 
 I have chosen this as the Ug theme or motif: 
 
 It is used in many forms and developments. It is heard at the 
 beginning of the Prelude, being announced by the entire brass 
 choir; again it proclaims its glory and power when the world 
 gathers before the colossus to do homage, this wild harmoniza- 
 tion introducing the entrance of the clans : 
 
 In the Song of Ug the motif frequently appears in the ac- 
 companiment of the song, while the chorus uses it in still another 
 form: 
 
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SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
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 Thus the motif appears and reappears, sometimes in warning 
 and again in jealous frenzy, as though Ug himself feared that the 
 truth might be learned by his slaves and his power lost for all time. 
 
 In the Prelude, after the triumphant declaration of the Ug 
 motif, the atmosphere changes to one of calm, in a short episode 
 sung by three French horns : 
 
 
 In this is denoted the natural peace and calm of the Grove. 
 Through it is heard a mournful voice (the Cor Anglais) pleading 
 with broken heart for recognition. It is the voice of Truth beg- 
 ging that it be listened to and heeded, but no one and no thing 
 pays attention to it save only the evening breeze that seems to 
 follow the mournful strain in its wanderings, looking for a mind 
 or heart to receive it. 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 The voice hopes and trusts that it will find lodgment (as it 
 eventually does), because it knows that its reception will cause 
 to spring up a strength, glory and eternal beauty before which 
 Fear must vanish as fog vanishes before the sun. When, after its 
 hard struggle, it is finally recognized, there occurs the downfall 
 of the coarse and boastful Ug; and the Ug theme dies away be- 
 fore the glorious, overwhelming motif of Truth. 
 
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 In the Intermezzo I have "tone-pictured" the transition from 
 afternoon to night as nearly as I could. The jovial, happy little 
 scene in which Trip takes his music lesson from a bird is merely 
 a short duet between a flute and piccolo, the theme being as 
 follows : 
 
 The next number of importance is the entrance of the groups. 
 In this we have first the motif of the Husbandmen (tenors) : 
 
 Next is the motif of the Huntsmen (first basses) 
 
 The Shepherds (second tenors) follow, their song being ac- 
 companied by the pastoral music of the pipes: 
 
 [45] 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 Last of the groups come the Warriors (second basses) : 
 
 Then comes an ensemble of all the groups, with the Ug motif 
 dominating. 
 
 The Dance of the Fanatics is a wild, weird motif, purely 
 suggestive of a barbaric religious frenzy. 
 
 In the Drinking Song of the Jester, the motif of the refrain 
 is the same in each occurrence, while the verses themselves are 
 foreign to each other. This is the motif of the refrain : 
 
 The distracted young Prince, left alone before Ug to whom 
 he is soon to be sacrificed, dares Ug to meet him in combat: 
 
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 [46 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 Getting no response, the Prince appeals in another manner. He 
 begs Ug to swear that his death shall be the last sacrifice de- 
 manded, whereupon the Prince will gladly leap into the flame : 
 
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 [47] 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 Receiving no reply, the Prince turns away in despair and dis- 
 covers the trees. He looks at their upward pointing shafts, and 
 it is during his appeal to them that we hear once more the mourn- 
 ful, earnest appeal of the motif of Truth, beseeching the Prince 
 to heed it: 
 
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 Trip's joyous motif is suddenly heard again, before he re- 
 veals himself to the Prince : 
 
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 [48 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 Next, the call of the fairies is heard. Then the fairies appear 
 and dance and gambol and dart through the air on silken wings. 
 The birds of the forest lend their notes to the musical rhythm; 
 the friendly quail take flight to clear the way for the fairy dan- 
 cers, and through the dance birds are heard calling as if ex- 
 pressing their approval: 
 
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 The Finale, which is the next number of musical importance, 
 is announced by the timpani in solemn, measured tone as the 
 Prince is being prepared for his death. The voices of two bas- 
 soons add greater color of sadness : 
 
 49] 
 
SYNOPSIS OF THE MUSIC 
 
 While the Prince is in the depths of despair, the Truth motif 
 is again heard begging for recognition. The youth seems to feel 
 its unknown strength and influence. The Priests are seized with 
 fear as the Prince lifts his voice in prayerful declaration. Thun- 
 der and lightning ensue. As Ug is demolished, the Truth motif 
 rings up triumphantly. Light, Truth's counterpart, floods the place 
 where once darkness reigned, and the World Hymn of rejoicing 
 
 is heard: 
 
 The motif of Truth sings on in overwhelming majesty. Fear 
 is vanquished. A 
 
 HERMAN PERLET. 
 
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