Knowledge house - Oscar Wilde - The Complete Works

president

Ay! under a false name. He lied to us at the beginning. He lies to us now at the end.

vera

I swear he is true. There is not a man here who does not owe him his life a thousand times. When the bloodhounds were on us that night, who saved us from arrest, torture, flogging, death, but he ye seek to kill?——

michael

To kill all tyrants is our mission!

·103· vera

He is no tyrant. I know him well! He loves the people.

president

We know him too; he is a traitor.

vera

A traitor! Three days ago he could have betrayed every man of you here, and the gibbet would have been your doom. He gave you all your lives once. Give him a little time—a week, a month, a few days; but not now!—O God, not now!

conspirators

[ Brandishing daggers .] To-night! to-night! to-night!

vera

Peace, you gorged adders; peace!

michael

What, are we not here to annihilate? shall we not keep our oath?

vera

Your oath! your oath! Greedy that you are of gain, every man’s hand lusting for his ·104· neighbour’s pelf, every heart set on pillage and rapine; who, of ye all, if the crown were set on his head, would give an empire up for the mob to scramble for? The people are not yet fit for a Republic in Russia.

president

Every nation is fit for a Republic.

michael

The man is a tyrant.

vera

A tyrant! Hath he not dismissed his evil counsellors? That ill-omened raven of his father’s life hath had his wings clipped and his claws pared, and comes to us croaking for revenge. Oh, have mercy on him! Give him a week to live!

president

Vera pleading for a king!

vera

[ Proudly .] I plead not for a king, but for a brother.

michael

For a traitor to his oath, for a coward who should have flung the purple back to the fools ·105· that gave it to him. No, Vera, no. The brood of men is not dead yet, nor the dull earth grown sick of child-bearing. No crowned man in Russia shall pollute God’s air by living.

president

You bade us try you once; we have tried you, and you are found wanting.

michael

Vera, I am not blind; I know your secret. You love this boy, this young prince with his pretty face, his curled hair, his soft white hands. Fool that you are, dupe of a lying tongue, do you know what he would have done to you, this boy you think loved you? He would have made you his mistress, used your body at his pleasure, thrown you away when he was wearied of you; you, the priestess of liberty, the flame of Revolution, the torch of democracy.

vera

What he would have done to me matters little. To the people, at least, he will be true. He loves the people—at least, he loves liberty.

president

So he would play the citizen-king, would he, while we starve? Would flatter us with sweet speeches, would cheat us with promises like his ·106· father, would lie to us as his whole race have lied?

michael

And you whose very name made every despot tremble for his life, you, Vera Sabouroff, you would betray liberty for a lover and the people for a paramour!

conspirators

Traitress! Draw the lots; draw the lots!

vera

In thy throat thou liest, Michael! I love him not. He loves me not.

michael

You love him not? Shall he not die then?

vera

[ With an effort, clenching her hands .] Ay, it is right that he should die. He hath broken his oath. There should be no crowned man in Europe. Have I not sworn it? To be strong our new Republic should be drunk with the blood of kings. He hath broken his oath. As the father died so let the son die too. Yet not to-night, not to-night. Russia, that hath borne her centuries of wrong, can wait a week for liberty. Give him a week.

·107· president

We will have none of you! Begone from us to this boy you love.

michael

Though I find him in your arms I shall kill him.

conspirators

To-night! To-night! To-night!

michael

[ Holding up his hand .] A moment! I have something to say. [ Approaches Vera; speaks very slowly .] Vera Sabouroff, have you forgotten your brother? [ Pauses to see effect; Vera starts .] Have you forgotten that young face, pale with famine; those young limbs twisted with torture; the iron chains they made him walk in? What week of liberty did they give him? What pity did they show him for a day? [ Vera falls in a chair .] Oh! you could talk glibly enough then of vengeance, glibly enough of liberty. When you said you would come to Moscow, your old father caught you by the knees and begged you not to leave him childless and alone. I seem to hear his cries still ringing in my ears, but you were as deaf to him as the rocks on the roadside; as chill and cold as the snow on the hill. You left your ·108· father that night, and three weeks after he died of a broken heart. You wrote to me to follow you here. I did so; first because I loved you; but you soon cured me of that; whatever gentle feeling, whatever pity, whatever humanity, was in my heart you withered up and destroyed, as the canker worm eats the corn, and the plague kills the child. You bade me cast out love from my breast as a vile thing, you turned my hand to iron and my heart to stone; you told me to live for freedom and for revenge. I have done so; but you, what have you done?

vera

Let the lots be drawn! [ Conspirators applaud .]

prince paul

[ Aside .] Ah, the Grand Duke will come to the throne sooner than he expected. He is sure to make a good king under my guidance. He is so cruel to animals, and never keeps his word.

michael

Now you are yourself at last, Vera.

vera

[ Standing motionless in the middle .] The lots, I say, the lots! I am no woman now. My ·109· blood seems turned to gall; my heart is as cold as steel is; my hand shall be more deadly. From the desert and the tomb the voice of my prisoned brother cries aloud, and bids me strike one blow for liberty. The lots, I say, the lots!

president

Are you ready? Michael, you have the right to draw first; you are a Regicide.

vera

O God, into my hands! Into my hands! [ They draw the lots from a bowl surmounted by a skull .]

president

Open your lots.

vera

[ Opening her lot .] The lot is mine! see the bloody sign upon it! Dmitri, my brother, you shall have your revenge now.

president

Vera Sabouroff, you are chosen to be a regicide. God has been good to you. The dagger or the poison? [ Offers her dagger and vial .]

vera

I can trust my hand better with the dagger; ·110· it never fails. [ Takes dagger .] I shall stab him to the heart, as he has stabbed me. Traitor, to leave us for a riband, a gaud, a bauble, to lie to me every day he came here, to forget us in an hour. Michael was right, he loved me not, nor the people either. Methinks that if I was a mother and bore a man-child I would poison my breast to him, lest he might grow to a traitor or to a king. [ Prince Paul whispers to the President .]

president

Ay, Prince Paul, that is the best way. Vera, the Czar sleeps to-night in his own room in the north wing of the palace. Here is the key of the private door in the street. The passwords of the guards will be given to you. His own servants will be drugged. You will find him alone.

vera

It is well. I shall not fail.

president

We will wait outside in the Place St. Isaac, under the window. As the clock strikes twelve from the tower of St. Nicholas you will give us the sign that the dog is dead.

vera

And what shall the sign be?

·111· president

You are to throw us out the bloody dagger.

michael

Dripping with the traitor’s life.