The Works of Frederick Schiller Part 311

Our creeds, my liege, are one.

[A pause.

I am misunderstood. I feared as much.

You see the veil torn by my hand aside From all the mysteries of majesty.

Who can a.s.sure you I shall still regard As sacred that which ceases to alarm me?

I may seem dangerous, because I think Above myself. I am not so, my liege; My wishes lie corroding here. The rage [Laying his hand on his breast.

For innovation, which but serves to increase The heavy weight of chains it cannot break, Shall never fire my blood! The world is yet Unripe for my ideal; and I live A citizen of ages yet to come.

But does a fancied picture break your rest?

A breach of yours destroys it.

KING.

Say, am I The first to whom your views are known?

MARQUIS.

You are.

KING (rises, walks a few paces and then stops opposite the MARQUIS--aside).

This tone, at least, is new; but flattery Exhausts itself. And men of talent still Disdain to imitate. So let us test Its opposite for once. Why should I not?

There is a charm in novelty. Should we Be so agreed, I will bethink me now Of some new state employment, in whose duties Your powerful mind----

MARQUIS.

Sire, I perceive how small, How mean, your notions are of manly worth.

Suspecting, in an honest man's discourse, Naught but a flatterer's artifice--methinks I can explain the cause of this your error.

Mankind compel you to it. With free choice They have disclaimed their true n.o.bility, Lowered themselves to their degraded state.

Before man's inward worth, as from a phantom, They fly in terror--and contented with Their poverty, they ornament their chains With slavish prudence; and they call it virtue To bear them with a show of resignation.

Thus did you find the world, and thus it was By your great father handed o'er to you.

In this debased connection--how could you Respect mankind?

KING.

Your words contain some truth.

MARQUIS.

Alas! that when from the Creator's hand You took mankind, and moulded him to suit Your own ideas, making yourself the G.o.d Of this new creature, you should overlook That you yourself remained a human being-- A very man, as from G.o.d's hands you came.

Still did you feel a mortal's wants and pains.

You needed sympathy; but to a G.o.d One can but sacrifice, and pray, and tremble-- Wretched exchange! Perversion most unblest Of sacred nature! Once degrade mankind, And make him but a thing to play upon, Who then can share the harmony with you?

KING (aside).

By heaven, he moves me!

MARQUIS.

But this sacrifice To you is valueless. You thus become A thing apart, a species of your own.

This is the price you pay for being a G.o.d; 'Twere dreadful were it not so, and if you Gained nothing by the misery of millions!

And if the very freedom you destroyed Were the sole blessing that could make you happy.

Dismiss me, sire, I pray you; for my theme Bears me too far; my heart is full; too strong The charm, to stand before the only man To whom I may reveal it.

[The COUNT LERMA enters, and whispers a few words to the KING, who signs him to withdraw, and continues sitting in his former posture.

KING (to the MARQUIS, after LERMA is gone).

Nay, continue.

MARQUIS (after a pause).

I feel, sire--all the worth----

KING.

Proceed; you had Yet more to say to me.

MARQUIS.

Your majesty, I lately pa.s.sed through Flanders and Brabant, So many rich and blooming provinces, Filled with a valiant, great, and honest people.

To be the father of a race like this I thought must be divine indeed; and then I stumbled on a heap of burnt men's bones.

[He stops, he fixes a penetrating look on the KING, who endeavors to return his glance; but he looks on the ground, embarra.s.sed and confused.

True, you are forced to act so; but that you Could dare fulfil your task--this fills my soul With shuddering horror! Oh, 'tis pity that The victim, weltering in his blood, must cease To chant the praises of his sacrificer!

And that mere men--not beings loftier far-- Should write the history of the world. But soon A milder age will follow that of Philip, An age of truer wisdom; hand in hand, The subjects' welfare and the sovereign's greatness Will walk in union. Then the careful state Will spare her children, and necessity No longer glory to be thus inhuman.

KING.

When, think you, would that blessed age arrive, If I had shrunk before the curse of this?

Behold my Spain, see here the burgher's good Blooms in eternal and unclouded peace.

A peace like this will I bestow on Flanders.

MARQUIS (hastily).

The churchyard's peace! And do you hope to end What you have now begun? Say, do you hope To check the ripening change of Christendom, The universal spring, that shall renew The earth's fair form? Would you alone, in Europe, Fling yourself down before the rapid wheel Of destiny, which rolls its ceaseless course, And seize its spokes with human arm. Vain thought!

Already thousands have your kingdom fled In joyful poverty: the honest burgher For his faith exiled, was your n.o.blest subject!

See! with a mother's arms, Elizabeth Welcomes the fugitives, and Britain blooms In rich luxuriance, from our country's arts.

Bereft of the new Christian's industry, Granada lies forsaken, and all Europe Exulting, sees his foe oppressed with wounds, By its own hands inflicted!

[The KING is moved; the MARQUIS observes it, and advances a step nearer.

You would plant For all eternity, and yet the seeds You sow around you are the seeds of death!

This hopeless task, with nature's laws at strife, Will ne'er survive the spirit of its founder.

You labor for ingrat.i.tude; in vain, With nature you engage in desperate struggle-- In vain you waste your high and royal life In projects of destruction. Man is greater Than you esteem him. He will burst the chains Of a long slumber, and reclaim once more His just and hallowed rights. With Nero's name, And fell Busiris', will he couple yours; And--ah! you once deserved a better fate.

KING.

How know you that?

MARQUIS.

In very truth you did-- Yes, I repeat it--by the Almighty power!

Restore us all you have deprived us of, And, generous as strong, let happiness Flow from your horn of plenty--let man's mind Ripen in your vast empire--give us back All you have taken from us--and become, Amidst a thousand kings, a king indeed!

[He advances boldly, and fixes on him a look of earnestness and enthusiasm.

Oh, that the eloquence of all those myriads, Whose fate depends on this momentous hour, Could hover on my lips, and fan the spark That lights thine eye into a glorious flame!

Renounce the mimicry of G.o.dlike powers Which level us to nothing. Be, in truth, An image of the Deity himself!

Never did mortal man possess so much For purpose so divine. The kings of Europe Pay homage to the name of Spain. Be you The leader of these kings. One pen-stroke now, One motion of your hand, can new create The earth! but grant us liberty of thought.

[Casts himself at his feet.

KING (surprised, turns away his face, then again looks towards the MARQUIS).

Enthusiast most strange! arise; but I----