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СКАЧАТЬ It is not so romantic a thing to lose one’s head, Prince Paul.

      Prince Paul. No, but it must often be very dull to keep it. Don’t you find that sometimes? (Clock strikes six.)

      VERA (sinking into a seat). Oh, it is past the hour! It is past the hour!

      Mich. (to President). Remember tomorrow will be too late.

      Pres. Brothers, it is full time. Which of us is absent?

      Consps. Alexis! Alexis!

      Pres. Michael, read Rule 7.

      Mich. “When any brother shall have disobeyed a summons to be present, the President shall enquire if there is anything alleged against him.”

      Pres. Is there anything against our brother Alexis?

      Consps. He wears a crown! He wears a crown!

      Pres. Michael, read Article 7 of the Code of Revolution.

      Mich. “Between the Nihilists and all men who wear crowns above their fellows, there is war to the death.”

      Pres. Brothers, what say you? Is Alexis, the Czar, guilty or not?

      Omnes. He is guilty!

      Pres. What shall the penalty be?

      Omnes. Death!

      Pres. Let the lots be prepared; it shall be tonight.

      Prince Paul. Ah, this is really interesting! I was getting afraid conspiracies were as dull as courts are.

      Prof. Marfa. My forte is more in writing pamphlets than in taking shots. Still a regicide has always a place in history.

      Mich. If your pistol is as harmless as your pen, this young tyrant will have a long life.

      Prince Paul. You ought to remember, too, Professor, that if you were seized, as you probably would be, and hung, as you certainly would be, there would be nobody left to read your own articles.

      Pres. Brothers, are you ready?

      Vera (starting up). Not yet! Not yet! I have a word to say.

      Mich. (Plague take her! I knew it would come to this.aside).

      Vera. This boy has been our brother. Night after night he has perilled his own life to come here. Night after night, when every street was filled with spies, every house with traitors. Delicately nurtured like a king’s son, he has dwelt among us.

      Pres. 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? —

      Mich. To kill all tyrants is our mission!

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

      Pres. 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!

      Consps. (brandishing daggers). Tonight! tonight! tonight!

      Vera. Peace, you gorged adders; peace!

      Mich. 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 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.

      Pres. Every nation is fit for a Republic.

      Mich. 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!

      Pres. Vera pleading for a king!

      VERA (proudly). I plead not for a king, but for a brother.

      Mich. For a traitor to his oath, for a coward who should have flung the purple back to the fools 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.

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

      Mich. 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.

      Pres. 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 father, would lie to us as his whole race have lied.

      Mich. 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!

      Consps. Traitress! Draw the lots; draw the lots!

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

      Mich. You love him not? Shall he not die then?

      Vera (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 tonight, not tonight. Russia, that hath borne her centuries of wrong, can wait a week for liberty. Give him a week.with an effort, clenching her hands). Ay, it is right that he should die. He hath broken his oath.

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

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

      Consps. Tonight! Tonight! Tonight!

      Mich. (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? ( 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 father СКАЧАТЬ