Mahomet: Act II

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Mahomet (Le Fanatisme, ou Mahomet)
By: Voltaire
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V

ACT II. SCENE I.

Seid, Palmira.


PALMIRA.

Welcome, my Seid, do I see thee here

Once more in safety? What propitious god

Conducted thee? At length Palmira's woes

Shall have an end, and we may yet be happy.

SEID.

Thou sweetest charmer, balm of every woe,

Dear object of my wishes and my tears,

O since that day of blood when flushed with conquest

The fierce barbarian snatched thee from my arms,

When midst a heap of slaughtered friends I lay

Expiring on the ground, and called on death,

But called in vain, to end my hated being,

What have I suffered for my dear Palmira!

How have I cursed the tardy hours that long

Withheld my vengeance! my distracted soul's

Impatience thirsted for the bloody field,

That with these hands I might lay waste this seat

Of slavery, where Palmira mourned so long

In sad captivity; but thanks to heaven!

Our holy prophet, whose deep purposes

Are far beyond the ken of human wisdom,

Hath hither sent his chosen servant Omar;

I flew to meet him, they required a hostage;

I gave my faith, and they received it; firm

In my resolve to live or die for thee.

PALMIRA.

Seid, the very moment ere thou camest

To calm my fears, and save me from despair,

Was I entreating the proud ravisher;

Thou knowest, I cried, the only good on earth

I prized is left behind, restore it to me:

Then clasped his knees, fell at the tyrant's feet,

And bathed them with my tears, but all in vain:

How his unkind refusal shocked my soul!

My eyes grew dim, and motionless I stood

As one deprived of life; no succor nigh,

No ray of hope was left, when Seid came

To ease my troubled heart, and bring me comfort.

SEID.

Who could behold unmoved Palmira's woes?

PALMIRA.

The cruel Zopir; not insensible

He seemed to my misfortunes, yet at last

Unkindly told me, I must never hope

To leave these walls, for naught should tear me from him.

SEID.

'Tis false; for Mahomet, my royal master,

With the victorious Omar, and forgive me,

If to these noble friends I proudly add

The name of Seid, these shall set thee free,

Dry up thy tears, and make Palmira happy:

The God of Mahomet, our great protector,

That God whose sacred standard I have borne;

He who destroyed Medina's haughty ramparts

Shall lay rebellious Mecca at our feet;

Omar is here, and the glad people look

With eyes of friendship on him; in the name

Of Mahomet he comes, and meditates

Some noble purpose.

PALMIRA.

Mahomet indeed

Might free us, and unite two hearts long since

Devoted to his cause; but he, alas!

Is far removed, and we abandoned captives.

ACT II, SCENE II.

Palmira, Seid, Omar.


OMAR

Despair not; heaven perhaps may yet reward you,

For Mahomet and liberty are nigh.

SEID.

Is he then come?

PALMIRA.

Our friend and father?

OMAR

Yes.

I met the council, and by Mahomet

Inspired, addressed them thus: “Within these walls,

Even here,” I cried, “the favorite of heaven,

Our holy prophet, first drew breath; the great,

The mighty conqueror, the support of kings;

And will ye not permit him but to rank

As friend and fellow-citizen? He comes not

To ruin or enslave, but to protect,

To teach you and to save, to fix his power,

And hold dominion o'er the conquered heart.”

I spoke; the hoary sages smiled applause,

And all inclined to favor us; but Zopir,

Still resolute and still inflexible,

Declared, the people should be called together,

And give their general voice: the people met,

Again I spoke, addressed the citizens,

Exhorted, threatened, practiced every art

To win their favor, and at length prevailed;

The gates are opened to great Mahomet,

Who after fifteen years of cruel exile

Returns to bless once more his native land;

With him the gallant Ali, brave Hercides,

And Ammon the invincible, besides

A numerous train of chosen followers:

The people throng around him; some with looks

Of hatred, some with smiles of cordial love;

Some bless the hero, and some curse the tyrant:

Some threaten and blaspheme, whilst others fall

Beneath his feet, embrace and worship him;

Meantime the names of God, of peace and freedom,

Are echoed through the all-believing crowd;

Whilst Zopir's dying party bellows forth

In idle threats its impotent revenge:

Amidst their cries, unruffled and serene,

In triumph walks the god-like Mahomet,

Bearing the olive in his hand; already

Peace is proclaimed, and see! The conqueror comes.

ACT II, SCENE III.

Mahomet, Omar, Hercides, Seid, Palmira, Attendants.


MAHOMET.

My friends, and fellow-laborers, valiant Ali,

Morad, and Ammon, and Hericides, hence

To your great work, and in my name instruct

The people, lead them to the paths of truth,

Promise and threaten; let my God alone

Be worshipped, and let those who will not love

Be taught to fear him—Seid, art thou here?

SEID.

My ever-honored father, and King,

Led by that power divine who guided thee

To Mecca's walls, preventing your commands

I came, prepared to live or die with thee.

MAHOMET.

You should have waited for my orders; he

Who goes beyond his duty knows it not;

I am heaven's minister, and thou art mine;

Learn then of me to serve and to obey.

PALMIRA.

Forgive, my lord, a youth's impatient ardor:

Brought up together from our infant years,

The same our fortunes, and our thoughts the same:

Alas! My life has been a life of sorrow;

Long have I languished in captivity,

Far from my friends, from Seid, and from thee;

And now at last, when I beheld a ray

Of comfort shining of me, they unkindness

Blasts my fair hopes, and darkens all the scene.

MAHOMET.

Palmira, 'tis enough : I know thy virtues;

Let naught disturb thee: spite of all my cares,

Glory, and empire, and the weight of war,

I will remember thee; Palmira still

Lives in my heart, and shares it with mankind:

Seid shall join troops: thou, gentle maid,

Mayest serve they God in peace: fear naught but Zopir.

ACT II, SCENE IV.

Mahomet, Omar,


MAHOMET.

Brave Omar, stay, for in thy faithful bosom

Will I repose the secrets of my soul:

The lingering progress of a doubtful siege

May stop our rapid course; we must not give

These weak deluded mortals too much time

To pry into our actions; prejudice

Rules o'er the vulgar with despotic sway.

Thou knowest there is a tale which I have spread

And they believe, that universal empire

Awaits the prophet, who to Mecca's walls

Shall lead his conquering bands, and bring her peace.

'Tis mine to mark the errors of mankind,

And to avail me of them; but whilst thus

I try each art to soothe this fickle people

What thinks my friend of Seid and Palmira?

OMAR.

I think most nobly of them, that amidst

Those few staunch followers who own no God,

No faith but thine, who love thee as their father,

Their friend, and benefactor, none obey

Or serve thee with an humbler, better mind:

They are most faithful.

MAHOMET.

Omar, thou art deceived;

They are my worst foes, they love each other.

OMAR.

And can you blame their tenderness?

MAHOMET.

My friend,

I'll tell thee all my weakness.

OMAR.

How my Lord!

MAHOMET.

Thou knowest the reigning passion of my soul;

Whilst proud ambition and the cares of empire

Weighed heavy on me, Mahomet's hard life

Has been a conflict with opposing Nature,

Whom I have vanquished by austerity,

And self denial; have banished from me

That baleful poison which unnerves mankind,

Which only serves to fire them into madness,

And brutal follies; on the burning sand

Or desert rocks I brave the inclement sky,

And bear the seasons' rough vicissitude:

Love is my only solace, the dear object

O fall my toils, the idol I adore,

The god of Mahomet, the powerful rival

Of my ambition: know, midst all my queens,

Palmira reigns sole mistress of my heart:

Think then what pangs of jealousy thy friend

Must feel when she expressed her fatal passion

For Seid.

OMAR.

But thou art revenged.

MAHOMET.

Judge thou

If soon I ought not to take vengeance on them;

That thou mayest hate my rival more, I'll tell thee

Who Seid and Palmira are—the children

Of him whom I abhor, my deadliest foe.

OMAR.

Ha! Zopir!

MAHOMET.

Is their father: fifteen years

Are past since brave Hercides to my care

Gave up their infant years; they know not yet

Or who or what they are; I brought them up

Together; I indulged their lawless passion.,

And added fuel to the guilty flame.

Methinks it is as if the hand of heaven

Had meant in them to center every crime.

But I must— Ha! Their father comes this way,

His eyes are full of bitterness and wrath

Against me—now be vigilant, my Omar,

Hercides must be careful to possess

This most important pass; return, and tell me

Whether 'tis most expedient to declare

Against him, or retreat: away.


ACT II, SCENE V.

Zopir, Mahomet,


ZOPIR.

Hard fate!

Unhappy Zopir! Thus compelled to meet

My worst of foes, the foe of all mankind!

Since 'tis the will of heaven that Mahomet

And Zopir should at length untie, approach

Without a blush, and fearless tell thy tale.

I blush for thee alone, whose baneful arts

Have drawn thy country to the brink of ruin;

Who in the bosom of fair peace wouldst wage

Intestine war, loosen the sacred bonds

Of friendship, and destroy our happiness;

Beneath the veil of proffered terms thou meanest

But to betray, whilst discord stalks before thee:

Thou vile assemblage of hypocrisy

And insolence, abhorred tyrant! Thus

Do the chosen ministers of heaven dispense

Its sacred blessings, and announce their God?

MAHOMET.

Wert thou not Zopir, I would answer thee

As thou deservest, in thunder, by the voice

Of that offended Being thou deridest:

Armed with the hallowed Koran I would teach thee

To tremble and obey in humble silence:

And with the subject world to kneel before me;

But I will talk to thee without disguise,

As man to man should speak, and friend to friend:

I have ambition, Zopir; where's the man

Who has it not? But never citizen,

Or chief, or priest, or king projected aught

So noble as the plan of Mahomet;

In acts or arms hath every nation shone

Superior in its turn; Arabia now

Steps forth; that generous people, long unknown

And unrespected, saw her glories sunk,

Her honors lost; but lo! The hour is come

When she shall rise to victory and renown;

The world lies desolate from pole to pole;

India's slaves and bleeding Persia mourns

Her slaughtered sons; whilst Egypt hangs the head

Dejected; from the walls of Constantine

Splendor is fled; the Roman Empire torn

By discord, sees its scattered members spread

On every side inglorious;--let us raise

Arabia on the ruins of mankind:

The blind and tottering universe demands

Another worship, and another God.

Crete had her Minos, Egypt her Osiris,

To Asia Zoroaster gave his laws,

And Numa was in Italy adored:

O'er savage nations where nor monarchs ruled

Nor manners softened, nor religion taught,

Hath many a sage his fruitless maxims spread;

Beneath a nobler yoke I mean to bend

The prostrate world, and change their feeble laws,

Abolish their false worship, pull down

Their powerless gods, and on my purer faith

Found universal empire: say not Zopir,

That Mahomet betrays his country, no:

I mean but to destroy its weak supports,

And banishing idolatry, unite it

Beneath one king, one prophet, and one God;

I shall subdue it but to make it glorious.

ZOPIR.

Is this thy purpose then, and darest thou thus

Avow it? Canst thou change the hearts of men,

And make them think like thee? Are war and slaughter

The harbingers of wisdom and of peace;

Can he who ravages instruct mankind?

If in the night of ignorance and error

We long have wandrered, must thy dreadful torch

Enlighten us? What right hast thou to empire?

MAHOMET.

That right which firm, exalted spirits claim

O'er vulgar minds.

ZOPIR.

Thus every bold impostor

May forge new fetters, and enslave mankind:

He has a right, it seems, to cheat the world

If he can dot it with an air of grandeur.

MAHOMET.

I know your people well; I know they want

A leader; my religion, true or false,

Is needful to them: what have all your gods

And all your idols done? What laurels grow

Beneath their altars? Your low, groveling sect

Debases man, unnerves his active soul,

And makes it heavy, phlegmatic, and mean;

Whilst mine exalts it, gives it strength and courage:

My law forms heroes.

ZOPIR.

Rather call them robbers:

Away; not bring thy hateful lessons here;

Go to the school of tyrants, boast thy frauds

To lost Medina, where thou reignest supreme

Where blinded bigots bend beneath thy power,

And thou beholdest thy equals at thy feet.

MAHOMET.

My equals! Mahomet has none; long since

I passed them all; Medina is my own,

And Mecca trembles at me; if thou holdest

Thy safety dear, receive the peace I offer.

ZOPIR.

Thou talkest of peace, but 'tis not thy heart;

I'm not to be deceived.

MAHOMET.

I would not have thee;

The weak deceive, the powerful command:

To-morrow I shall force thee to submit;

To-day, observe, I would have been they friend.

ZOPIR.

Can we be friends? Can Mahomet and Zopir

E'er be united? Say, what god shall work

A miracle like that?

MAHOMET.

I'll tell thee one,

A powerful God, one that is always heard,

By me he speaks to thee.

ZOPIR.

Who is it? Name him.

MAHOMET.

Interest, thy own dear interest.

ZOPIR.

Sooner heaven

And hell shall be united; interest

May be the god of Mahomet, but mine

Is—justice: what shall join them to each other?

Where is the cement that must bind our friendship?

Is that the son I slew, or the warm blood

Of Zopir's house which thou has shed?

MAHOMET.

It is

Thy blood, thy son's—for now I will unveil

A secret to thee, known to none but me:

Thou weepest thy children dead; they both are—living.

ZOPIR.

What sayest thou? Living? Unexpected bliss!

My children living?

MAHOMET.

Yes; and both—my prisoners.

ZOPIR.

My children slaves to thee? Impossible!

MAHOMET.

My bounty nourished them.

ZOPIR.

And couldst thou spare

A child of Zopir's?

MAHOMET.

For their father's faults

I will not punish them

ZOPIR.

But tell me, say,

For what are they reserved?

MAHOMET.

Their life or death

Depend on me: speak but the word, and thou

Art master of their fate.

ZOPIR.

O name the price

And thou shalt have it; must I give my blood,

Or must I bear their chains, and be the slave

Of Mahomet?

MAHOMET.

I ask not either of thee:

Lend me thy aid but to subdue the world;

Surrender Mecca to me and give up

Your temple, bid the astonished people read

My sacred Koran; be thou my vassal,

And fall before me, then will I restore

Thy son, perhaps hereafter may reward thee

With honors, and contract a closer tie

With Zopir.

ZOPIR.

Mahomet, thou seest in me

A tender father: after fifteen years

Of cruel absence, to behold my children,

To die in their embraces, were the first

And fairest blessings that my soul could wish for;

But if to thee I must betray my country,

Or sacrifice my children, know, proud tyrant,

The choice is made already—fare thee well.

MAHOMET.

Inexorable dotard! But henceforth

I will be more implacable, more cruel

Even than thyself.


ACT II, SCENE VI

Mahomet, Omar.


OMAR.

And so indeed thou must be,

Or all is lost: already I have bought

Their secret counsels: Mahomet, to-morrow

The truce expires, and Zopir reassumes

His power; thy life's in danger: half the senate

Are leagued against thee: those who dare not fight

May hire the dark assassin to destroy thee;

May screen their guilt beneath the mask of justice,

And call the murder legal punishment.

MAHOMET.

First they shall feel my vengeance: persecution,

Thou knowest, has ever been my best support.

Zopir must die.

OMAR.

'Tis well resolved: his fate

Will teach the rest obedience: lose no time.

MAHOMET.

Yet, spite of my resentment, I must hide

The murderous hand that deals the blow. To 'scape

Suspicion's watchful eye, and not incense

The multitude.

OMAR.

They are not worth our care.

MAHOMET.

And yet they must be pleased: I want an arm

That will strike boldly.

OMAR.

Seid is the man;

I'll answer for him.

MAHOMET.

Seid?

OMAR.

Ay: the best,

The fittest instrument to serve our purpose:

As Zopir's hostage he may find occasion

To speak with him, and soon avenge his master.

Thy other favorites are too wise, too prudent

For such a dangerous enterprise; old age

Takes off the bandage of credulity

From mortal eyes; but the young, simple heart,

The willing slave to its own fond opinions,

And void of guile, will act as we direct it:

Youth is the proper period for delusion.

Seid, thou knowest, is superstitious, bold,

And violent, but easy to be lead;

Like a tame lion, to his keeper's voice

Obedient.

MAHOMET.

What! The brother of Palmira?

OMAR.

Ay; Seid, the fierce son of thy proud foe,

The incestuous rival of great Mahomet,

His master's rival.

MAHOMET.

I detest him, Omar,

Abhor his very name; my murdered son

Cries out for vengeance on him; but thou knowest

The object of my love, and whence she sprung;

Thou seest I am oppressed on every side;

I would have altars, victims, and a throne;

I would have Zopir's blood, and Seid's too:

I must consult my interest, my revenge,

My honor, and my love, that fatal passion,

Which, spite of my resentment, holds this heart

In shameful chains: I must consult religion,

All powerful motive, and necessity

That throws a veil o'er every crime: away.


End of the Second Act


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