JEREM. But we who are the people-we should hold All their great stores of money in our hands! TOBIAS. -Yes-and not have to work. (Drinks). Now for your-hic! DR. KOв.-My plan is this. Voices. For killing—— DR. KOB.-Why, of course. BARON D.-But the great fame of such a regicide Will crown us all!-those who agree-look on- TOBIAS. -But possibly You'll show your skill? BARON D.-I! No-we must not rob LUCAS. The doctor of his patient; but we shall all -My blade Is ready; bill-hook, sword, short knife or pike? OTTO (moodily).—Not you. DR. KOB.-No, no-some court-slave would avert a thrust. DR. KOB.-A single bullet might, but I will send Another volley, screen'd by the window blind. Voices (applauding).-Schön! OTTO. JEREM. And I feel almost as sure of this -Your escape▬▬ Have you arranged ?—— DR. KOB.-I have not, and I scorn it! Voices. This death shall be the glory of my life, We'll roast the phoenix like a goose, Drinking (drinks) perdition to his son and heir! BARON D.-All Europe will grow fat on this :-our name OTTO. LUCAS. Will burst from every mouth throughout the world! DR. KOB.-If that my aim should fail !— But I'll send home two volleys that shall need FRANZ. Or a better place! TOBIAS. HANS. TOBIAS. -One is as good as another, so he leave us- The doctor is inspired!- DR. KOB.-Shade of great Brutus ! Hear me, and fill my mind with patriot thoughts And Russia!-and the Shades of every land That brought forth glorious Regicides, now, hear! Hear, and bear witness to the oath I swear, To slay the tyrant of our fatherland! (The lamp grows dim-the flame flaps to and fro-then spits, and goes out. The Apparition of Marcus Junius Brutus advances from the distant wall.) BRUTUS. Invoke not thou my name for such a deed! O'er which I wept-for which my tears still flow, But 'twas for Liberty-not the gross bloom (The Apparition slowly retires, and disappears. HANS ARBEITSDULDER re-illumes the lamp.) HANS (to Dr. K.).—What say you to that? BARON D.-Methinks I have seen a head As marked as that-perhaps 'twas Julius Cæsar- JEREM (in a whisper).—Where? Отто. -'Twas a Ghost from far-off, doubtful days. (Distant thunder. The lamp trembles, and falls to the floor. The oil blazes up; they extinguish the flame with their coats. The Apparition of Oliver Cromwell, in armour, advances from the distant wall.) Отто. CROMWELL. Ye godless squad of apes in guise of men! Ye brains that rot in cast-off helms of brass ! To earth!-unpray'd for, save by hangmen's hags, (The Apparition strides back into the darkness.) Music, as of an anthem, heard in the distance. appears.) The Spirit of Mazzini O Patriot Soul-heart-and sword! Who thought themselves noble and true, (Disappears.) (4 ghastly light slowly creeps forth. The Apparitions of Ravaillac, Ankarstromm, and the Death-fetch of Dr. Kobold become visible.) Trio. Clouded days and fever'd nights Nursed our hearts' and heads' disease, Ice that burns and flames that freeze!- D3. KOB.-Shade of Myself, thou liest! I ne'er was mad, HANS. They were sound-minded Regicides, like me. And were they, pray, true Social Democrats? (They vanish.) (The Apparition of Marat rises through the floor, bearing a drinking-bowl made from a human skull.) LUCAS. -Here comes a wholesale revolutionist, Who, like a king, required his slaughter'd thousands. His mouth dropt startling jewels-rubies. JEREM. Rubies! SHADE OF MARAT. Fill your bowls! fill your bowls With a right royal stream! Here's a bag for their heads and a snare for their souls! Of the new tragic opera known as "Hell's Dream!" (The Shade of Marat sinks. (Shades of Russian Regicides appear.) Chorus. The men who had millions of fellow-men slaves, Full Chorus. What throngs, male and female, whom Double-head arraigns Barefooted and starving to drudge in dark mines, While the Doom'd One believes that his sun safely shines. (They all vanish.) (Other Appari tions rise, bearing swords, knives, headman's axes, and volumes of history.) Honor to the axe and block! Honor to the guillotine! Flaunt from flagstaffs on a rock! Oh, could we bring back Nero! Each man would be a hero Who dragged them to a shore, Where pity is at zero, And waves of blazes roar. Full Chorus. Wherein to plunge them-never dying, After the orthodox style;-with pious Dante vying. (OTTO re-establishes the lamp.) HANS (after a pause).-Were those the Ghosts of Socialists? DR. KO B.-No doubt. FRANZ. -And therefore Democrats. LUCAS. -And Regicides. (The flame of the lamp gradually softens to a mild roseate gleam, and the bland Apparition of Robert Owen slowly comes forward.) SPIRIT OF ROBERT OWEN. My friends!-let me so call you, for I am friendly So utterly lost to sense and a right knowledge To be your friend in this your present need. Your whole mind, spring and current of your thoughts- Rather the opposite, since they retard And make both monstrous and ridiculous, As though mad schoolboys dipped their heads in blood, And bear with me if I offend your ears By my plain speaking. Some have probably Been wrongly educated-first by fools, Next by themselves. The powerful influence Of old, unwise, unsocial circumstances Have ruined you; while, had you turned your minds For what are kings but men with troubles crown'd, They are but like their fathers, and must be so In his reply as one could well expect Wherefrom we shall have peace, with wealth and wisdom, (The Shade of the Philanthropist softly fades away.) DE. KOBOLD rises to speak, when a noise outside is heard, and a cry of "Polizei! Polizei!" (The Regicides all make a dash for a private door, but a struggling jam taking place, several of them escape through a back window.) |