NOTES TO SARDANAPALUS. 1. worth a fillip.' Supposing this version nearly exact, And thou, my own Ionian Myrrha. (for Arrian says it was not quite so,) whether the Page 349, line 60. purpose has not been to invite to civil order a people disposed to turbulence, rather than to recom THE Ionian name had been still more compre- mend immoderate luxury, may perhaps reasonably hensive, having included the Achaians and the be questioned. What, indeed, could be the object Baotians, who, together with those to whom it was of a king of Assyria in founding such towns in a afterwards confined, would make nearly the whole country so distant from his capital, and so divided of the Greek nation, and among the orientals it from it by an immense extent of sandy deserts and was always the general name for the Greeks."-lofty mountains, and, still more, how the inhabMilford's Greece, vol. 1. p. 199. 2. "Sardanapalus itants could be at once in circumstances to abandon themselves to the intemperate joys which their prince has been supposed to have recommended, is not obvious; but it may deserve observation that, in that line of coast, the southern of Lesser Asia, ruins of cities, evidently of an age after Alexander The king, and son of Anacyndaraxes, In one day built Anchialus and Tarsus. Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip." Yet barely named in history, at this day astonish the adventurous traveller by their magnificence and Page 351, lines 103-106. elegance. Amid the desolation which, under a "For this expedition he took not only a small singularly barbarian government, has for so many chosen body of the phalanx, but all his light troops. centuries been daily spreading in the finest countries In the first day's march he reached Anchialus, a of the globe, whether more from soil and climate, town said to have been founded by the king of or from opportunities for commerce, extraordinary Assyria, Sardanapalus. The fortifications, in their means must have been found for communities to magnitude and extent, still in Arrian's time, bore flourish there, whence it may seem that the measthe character of greatness, which the Assyrians ures of Sardanapalus were directed by juster views appear singularly to have affected in works of the than have been commonly ascribed to him: but kind. A monument representing Sardanapalus that monarch having been the last of a dynasty, was found there, warranted by an inscription in ended by a revolution, obloquy on his memory would Assyrian characters, of course in the old Assyrian follow of course from the policy of his successors language, which the Greeks, whether well or ill, and their partisans. interpreted thus: Sardanapalus, son of Anacyn- "The inconsistency of traditions concerning Sardarexes, in one day founded Anchialus and Tarsus. danapalus is striking in Diodorus's account of him.' Eat, drink, play: all other human joys are not-Muford's Greece, vol ix. pp. 311, 312, and 313. 48 WERNER; OR, THE INHERITANCE: A TRAGEDY. TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS GOETHE, BY ONE OF HIS HUMBLEST ADMIRERS, THIS PREFACE. THE following Drama is taken entirely from the "German's Tale, Kruitzner," published many years ago in Lee's Canterbury Tales; written (I believe) by two sisters, of whom one furnished only this story and another, both of which are considered superior to the remainder of the collection. I have adopted the characters, plan, and even the language, of many parts of this story. Some of the characters are modified or altered, a few of the names changed, and one character (Ida of Stralenheim) added by myself; but in the rest the original is chiefly followed. When I was young, (about fourteen, I think,) I first read this tale, which made a deep impression upon me; and may, indeed, be said to contain the germ of much that I have since written. I am not sure that it ever was very popular; or, at any rate, its popularity has since been eclipsed by that of other great writers in the same department. But I have generally found that those who had read it, agreed with me in their estimate of the singular power of mind and conception which it developes. I should also add conception, rather than execution; for the story might, perhaps, have been developed with greater advantage. Among those whose opinions agreed with mine upon this story, I could mention some very high names; but it is not necessary, nor indeed of any use, for every one must judge according to his own feelings. I merely refer the reader to the original story, that he may see to what extent I have borrowed from it: and |1815, (the first I ever attempted, except one at thirteen years old, called "Ulric and Ilvina," which 1 had sense enough to burn,) and had nearly completed an act, when I was interrupted by circumstances. This is somewhere among my papers in England; but as it has not been found, I have rewritten the first, and added the subsequent acts. The whole is neither intended, nor in any shape adapted, for the stage. February, 1822. DRAMATIS PERSONE. Men.-WERNER. ULRIC. GABOR. ARNHEIM. RODOLPH. LUDWIG. Women.-JOSEPHINE. am not unwilling that he should find much greater Scene-Partly on the Frontier of Silcsia, and partly pleasure in perusing it than the drama which is founded upon its contents. I had begun a drama upon this tale so far back as in Siegendorf Castle, near Prague. Time-The Close of the Thirty Years' War. Jos. Wer. 'Tis chill; the tapestry lets through Wer. (smiling.) Why! wouldst thou have it so? Jos. Until 'tis spilt or check'd-how soon, I care not. All-all. Jos. Then canst thou wish for that which must break mine? Wer. (approaching her slowly.) But for thee I had But much of good and evil; what I am, [WERNER walks on abruptly, and then ap- The storm of the night, Perhaps, affects me; I'm a thing of feelings, And have of late been sickly, as, alas! Thou know'st by sufferings more than mine, my love! In watching me. Jos. To see thee well is much To see thee happy Wer. Wer. Something beyond our outward sufferings These were enough to gnaw into our souls) Jos. (abruptly.) My son-our son-our Ulric Wer. Jos. Lonely my dear husband Jos. And I had not outlived thee; but pray take Comfort! We have struggled long; and they who strive With fortune win or weary her at last, Enjoy'd them, loved them, and, alas! abused them Where hast thou seen such? And forfeited them by my father's wrath, But think Let me be wretched with the rest! Wer. And that's not the worst: who cares A beggar, and should know the thing thou talk'st of. In my o'er-fervent youth; but for the abuse Jos. 'Tis hopeless Wer. Jos. I must hope better still.-at least we have yet Baffled the long pursuit of Stralen heim. Had such been my inheritance; but now, Wer. We should have done, but for this fatal sick- Chasten'd, subdued, out-worn, and taught to know ness, More fatal than a mortal malady, Because it takes not life, but life's sole solace; By the snares of this avaricious fiend ;- Our unexpected journey, and this change Even to our very hopes.-Ha! ha! Jos. Your father did not think so, though 'twas I asked for something better than your name, noble ; But had my birth been all my claim to match Has done in our behalf,-nothing. Iden. Better or worse, like matrimony: what How,-nothing? Or, if that seem'd too humble, tried by commerce, Jos. Whate'er thou mightst have been, to me thou art What no state high or low can ever change, My heart's first choice;-which chose thee, knowing neither Thy birth, thy hopes, thy pride; nought, save thy sorrows: While they last, let me comfort or divide them; When they end, let mine end with them, or thee! Wer. My better angel! such I have ever found thee; This rashness, or this weakness of my temper, Ne'er raised a thought to injure thee or thine. Thou didst not mar my fortunes: my own nature In youth was such as to unmake an empire, Wer. My name is Werner. Iden. A goodly name, a very worthy name As e'er was gilt upon a trader's board: I have a cousin in the lazaretto Of Hamburgh, who has got a wife who bore The same. He is an officer of trust, Surgeon's assistant, (hoping to be surgeon,) And has done miracles i' the way of business. Perhaps you are related to my relative? Wer. To yours? Jos. Oh, yes; we are, but distantly Cannot you humor the dull gossip till [Aside to WERNER. Well, I'm glad of that; I thought so long, such natural yearnings Play'd round my heart :-blood is not water, cousin. And so let's have some wine, and drink unto Our better acquaintance: relatives should be Friends. We learn his purpose? Iden. You see I am poor, and sick, and will not see That I would be alone; but to your business! What brings you here? Iden. Blen. Yes, of the monkey, It may turn out with the live or dead body. Jos. And where will you receive him? here, I hope, if we can be of service-say the word. Iden. Here? no; but in the prince's own apartment, As fits a noble guest:-'tis damp, no doubt, Who knows if he hath now a name or no? Gab. If I intrude, I crave- Oh, no intrusion ! Iden. What ho, there! bustle ! Without there, Herman, Weilburg, Peter, Conrad [Gives directions to different servants who enter A nobleman sleeps here to-night-see that All is in order in the damask chamberKeep up the stove-I will myself to the cellarAnd Madame Idenstein (my consort, stranger) Shall furnish forth the bed-apparel; for, To say the truth, they are marvellous scant of this Within the palace precincts, since his highness Left it some dozen years ago. And then His excellency will sup, doubtless? Gab. Faith! But are you sure And yet you saved his life. Well, that's strange Iden. How many? Gab. Sufficient. I did not count them. We came up by mere accident, and just In time to drag him through his carriage window. Iden. Well, what would I give to save a great man, No doubt you'll have a swinging sum as recompense. Gab. Perhaps. Iden. Now, how much do you reckon on? Gab. I have not yet put up myself to sale: In the mean time, my best reward would be A glass of your Hockheimer-a green glass, Wreath'd with rich grapes and Bacchanal devices, O'erflowing with the oldest of your vintage; For which I promise you, in case you e'er Run hazard of being drown'd, (although I own It seems, of all deaths, the least likely for you,) I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my friend, And think, for every bumper I shall quaff, A wave the less may roll above your head. Iden. (aside.) I don't much like this fellow-close and dry He seems, two things which suit me not; however, Wine he shall have; if that unlocks him not, I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. [Exit IDENSTEIN. Gab. (to WERNER.) This master of the ceremonies is The intendant of the palace, I presume. 'Tis a fine building, but decay'd. |