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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.
president
Else we shall know that you have been seized, and we will burst our way in, drag you from his guards.
michael
And kill him in the midst of them.
president
Michael, will you head us?
michael
Ay, I shall head you. See that your hand fails not, Vera Sabouroff.
vera
Fool, is it so hard a thing to kill one’s enemy?
prince pauls [E: paul]
[Aside.] This is the ninth conspiracy, I have been in in Russia. They always end in a “voyage en Siberie” for my friends and a new decoration for myself.
·112· michael
It is your last conspiracy, Prince.
president
At twelve o’clock, the bloody dagger.
vera
Ay, red with the blood of that false heart. I shall not forget it. [Standing in the middle of the stage.] To strangle whatever nature is in me, neither to love nor to be loved, neither to pity nor to be pitied. Ay! it is an oath, an oath. Methinks the spirit of Charlotte Corday has entered my soul now. I shall carve my name on the world, and be ranked among the great heroines. Ay! the spirit of Charlotte Corday beats in each petty vein, and nerves my woman’s hand to strike, as I have nerved my woman’s heart to hate. Though he laugh in his dreams, I shall not falter. Though he sleep peacefully, I shall not miss my blow. Be glad, my brother, in your stifled cell; be glad and laugh to-night. To-night this new-fledged Czar shall post with bloody feet to Hell, and greet his father there! This Czar! O traitor, liar, false to his oath, false to me! To play the patriot amongst us, and now to wear a crown; to sell us, like Judas, for thirty silver pieces, to betray us with a kiss! [With more passion.] O Liberty, O mighty mother of eternal time, ·113· thy robe is purple with the blood of those who have died for thee! Thy throne is the Calvary of the people, thy crown the crown of thorns. O crucified mother, the despot has driven a nail through