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The play dramatizes the rise and fall of a ruling queen whose violent seizure of power and devotion to foreign worship are challenged by dreams and omens foretelling a surviving heir. Priests, Levites, and courtiers debate mercy and expedience while secret loyalties protect the hidden child; ritual scenes, prophetic confrontations, and a chorus of temple functionaries punctuate the action. Themes include the conflict between idolatry and covenant faith, the authority of divine signs versus political force, and the tragic consequences of paranoia and vengeance, all rendered in formal blank verse adapted from a French classical tragedy.

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Title: Athaliah: A Tragedy

Author: J. Donkersley

Jean Racine

Release date: June 29, 2007 [eBook #21967]
Most recently updated: February 1, 2013

Language: English

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ATHALIAH:

A Tragedy,


Intended For Reading Only,


Translated Into English Blank Verse,

FROM RACINE,

(A. Gombert's Edition, 1825,)

By J. Donkersley.



1873






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Contents

PREFACE.

HISTORICAL OUTLINE.

CHARACTERS

A T H A L I A H.

ACT FIRST.—Scene I.

Scene II.

Scene III.

Scene IV.

ACT SECOND,—Scene I. and II.

Scenes III and IV.

Scene V.

Scene VI.

Scene VII

Scenes VIII and IX.

ACT III.—Scenes I. and II

Scene III.

Scene IV.

Scene V.

Scene VI.

Scene VII

Scene VIII.

ACT IV.—Scenes I and II

Scene III.

Scenes IV. and V.

Scene VI.

Scene VII.

ACT V.—Scene I.

Scene II.

Scene III.

Scene IV.

Scene V.

Scene VI.

Scene VII.

Scene VIII.










PREFACE.

Racine, the author of Athalie (Athaliah), flourished in the latter half of the 17th century. At his appearance, Corneille, the great French Dramatist, was in the full splendour of his fame, whose rival he was afterwards recognised to be. Athalie is a Tragedy in rhyme, consisting of six Iambic feet, similar to the Alexandrine verse found occasionally in our English poets at the termination of a sentence or paragraph. Dryden, and a few others of less note, in the reign of Charles IL, introduced the rhyming drama to the English public; but the clank of its fetters was unpleasant to the British ear, which had become attuned to the freedom and majesty of blank verse. Blank verse, therefore, being our recognised vehicle of dramatic productions, has been employed in this translation. I did, however, intend in the first place to render the chorus into rhyme; but after maturer consideration it appeared to me that irregular blank verse would be more capable of tragic expression; and that it would also be more in harmony with the Hebrew rhythm as represented by the scriptures, from which the plot was appropriated.

In carrying out my conception of what the translation ought to be, I have endeavoured to preserve the dignity of the subject, without sacrificing the freedom of dramatic force. It has, therefore, not been my aim to produce smooth monotonous numbers, but to harmonize the whole versification with the spirit and conditions of the theme.

I have retained several of the French names, on account of their measure and euphony. Joas and Joad I have, I believe, invariably versified as one syllable, and Baal also, with one exception, which occurs in the first page; these words, to my judgment, being scarcely of greater quantity than thought, wrought, brought, &c.

Should the reader realize the same amount of interest in the perusal of this translation that I have had in its production, I shall be amply rewarded for the genial labour bestowed upon it.

J. DONKERSLEY,

South Street Academy,

Huddersfield.





HISTORICAL OUTLINE.

"Athaliah was the daughter of Ahab and Jezebel, who exercised a sanguinary dominion over Israel, and both, (more especially Jezebel,) rendered their reign infamous by their worship of idols, and their cruel persecution of prophets. She had been espoused by Jehoram, king of Judah, son of Jehosaphat, and the seventh king of the race of David. His son, Ahaziah, seduced into idolatry, as well as Jehoram, by the example of Athaliah, after a reign of one year was put to death, together with all the princes of the house of Ahab, by Jehu, whom God had anointed by his prophets to reign over Israel, and to be the minister of his vengeance. Athaliah, irritated by the massacre of her family, undertook on her part to exterminate the royal race of David, and accordingly perpetrated the murder of all the children of Ahaziah, her own grandchildren, Joas, at that time an infant in the cradle, alone escaped the fury of her slaughtering sword: he was rescued by Jehosabeth, the half-sister of Ahaziah (being daughter of Jehoram by a different mother), and wife of the high-priest Joad. It is the establishment of this scion of David upon the throne of his ancestors that forms the subject of this drama."





CHARACTERS

Joas, King of Judah, son of Ochoziah.

Athaliah, widow of Joram, Joas's grandmother.

Joad, the High-priest

Josabet, wife of the High-priest, and Joas's aunt.

Zachariah, son of Joad and Josabet.

Salomith, Zachariah's sister.

Abner, one of the principal officers of the kings of Judah.

Azartah, Ishmael, and three other priests and Levite chiefs.

Mathan, apostate priest, pontiff of Baal.

Nabal, Mathan's confidant.

Agar, a woman in Athaliah's suite.

Troupes of Levites and priests.

Nurse of Joad.

Choir, daughters of the tribe of Levi.

The Scene is in the Temple of Jerusalem, in a vestibule of the High-priest's apartment.





A T H A L I A H.





ACT FIRST.—Scene I.




JOAD, ABNER.

ABNER.
     TO worship the Eternal, yea, I come
     Into his temple, come to celebrate,
     According to our ancient, solemn use,
     In company with you, the hallowed day
     On which upon Mount Sinai unto us
     The law was given. How changed are the times!
     No sooner did the sacred trumpet sound
     That day's return, than holy people thronged
     In multitudes the temple's porticos;
     And all in order 'fore the altar placed,
     Bearing the fields' new produce in their hands,
     Those first-fruits offered up to the One God:
     The sacrifices overtaxed the priests!
     Stopping that concourse, an audacious woman
     Has changed those glorious days to days of gloom.
     Scarce a small number of true worshippers
     Dare give faint semblance of the ancient times;
     The rest have shewn a fatal thoughtlessness
     Towards their God, or worse, have even rushed
     To Baal's altars to initiate
     Themselves into his shameful mysteries;
     And curse the name their fathers have invoked.
     To speak right openly, I am in dread
     That Athaliah from the altar will
     Tear you, yourself; and casting off, at length,
     The remnants of her forced respect, complete
     On you her deadly vengeance.


JOAD.
     Whence comes to-day this dark presentiment?


ABNER.
     Think you that with impunity you can
     Be just and pure? since, for so long a time
     The queen has hated that rare constancy
     Which adds, in Joad, new splendour to his office;
     Since, for so long, your ardour for your faith
     Has been construed sedition and revolt.
     The jealous-minded queen hates, above all,
     The dazzling worth of Josabet, your wife.
     Though Joad is the successor of the priest—
     The high priest, Aaron—Josabet is still
     The last king's sister. Mathan, besides, Mathan—
     Apostate priest—more vile than Athaliah,
     Is importuning her at every hour;
     Mathan, the base deserter from our altars,
     And persecutor of all righteous zeal.
     'Tis not enough his brow's encircled with
     A foreign mitre; e'en his ministry
     This Levite lends to Baal: this temple frets him,
     And his impiety doth wish to crush
     The God he has abjured. To ruin you
     No snare he can devise will be unwrought.
     Sometimes he pities you, and frequently
     He even praises, and affects for you
     A treacherous gentleness; and by this means
     He deepens his malignity's dark dye.
     Now, to that queen he paints you terrible;
     Now, seeing her insatiate lust for gold,
     He feigns that in a place, to you but known,
     You hide the treasures David had amassed.
     At last, the sombre Athaliah's seemed
     For two days buried in a dark chagrin.
     I saw her yesterday, and watched her eye
     Flash on this holy place a furious glance,
     As if the depths of this vast edifice
     Concealed God's 'venger, armed to punish her.
     Believe me, more I think of it and less
     I doubt that 'tis on you her wrath's to burst;
     And that the cruel Athaliah will
     Assail our God, e'en in His sanctuary.


JOAD.
     He who can rein the fury of the waves
     Knows also how to check the base one's plots:
     Submit with reverence to His holy will.
     Dear Abner, I fear God, and no one else
     I have to fear. I thank you, ne'ertheless,
     For the observant zeal with which your eyes
     Are open to my peril. Secretly,
     I see injustice galls you,—that you have
     Within you still the heart of Israel:
     Thank God for that! But are you satisfied
     With this unpractised virtue—secret wrath?
     Ah! Can that faith which acts not be sincere?
     Usurping all the rights of David's sway,
     An impious stranger, now for eight years past,
     Hath weltered in the blood of Judah's kings
     Unpunished,—odious murderer of her sons;
     And now e'en raiseth her perfidious arm
     'Gainst God: and you, though nourished in the camp
     Of Josaphat, the saintly king, are one
     Of the upholders of this tottering state;
     Who led our armies under Joram's son,
     And who alone revived our towns alarmed
     When the abrupt decease of Ochoziah
     Dispersed all his camp at Jehu's sight;
     God fear, I say you, and His word affects me!
     Hear, how that God rebukes you by my mouth:—
     "What use to vaunt your ardour for My law?
     By empty vows think you to honour Me?
     What value all your offerings to Me?
     Need I the blood of he-goats and of heifers?
     The blood of kings exclaims and is not heard:
     Break, break all compact with the impious!
     Drive out the offences from your people's midst;
     And then return to offer Me your victims."


ABNER.
     Ah! what can I amongst this down-trod race?
     Powerless is Benjamin, and Judah droops:
     The day which saw their race of kings no more
     Extinguished all their spirits' ancient fire;
     E'en God, say they, withholds Himself from us:
     So jealous, formerly, of Hebrews' fame,
     He sees, unmoved, our grandeur crushed to earth,
     And, in the end, His mercy's wearied out:
     No more, for us, His terrible arm is seen
     To awe mankind with marvels numberless:
     The ark is mute, its oracles unspoken.


JOAD.
     Yet, when was time so full of miracles?
     When did God show His power with more effect?
     Will you have always eyes that do not see
     A people thankless?—still your ear be struck
     With greatest wonders, and your heart unmoved?
     Must I, then, Abner, call to mind the course
     Of prodigies accomplished in our days?
     Of Israel's tyrants, the notorious shame,
     And God found true in all His menaces;
     The impious Ahab ruined, and his blood
     That drenched the field by homicide usurped;
     Jezebel slaughtered near that fatal field;
     That queen beneath the feet of horses crushed;
     The dogs in her inhuman blood quenched full,
     And the torn members of her hideous corpse;
     Of lying prophets, the confounded crew,
     And flames upon the altar fall'n from heaven;
     Elijah speaking like a potentate
     Unto the elements, the firmament
     As heated brass becoming, closed by him;
     The earth three years without both rain and dew;
     The dead reviving at Elisha's voice?
     O, Abner, own in these transcendant deeds,
     A God such as He was throughout all time.
     Who knoweth, when He wills, to show His glory,
     His people always present in His thoughts.


ABNER.
     But where the dignities to David promised,
     And e'en foretold by Solomon, his son?
     Alas! we hoped that from that happy race
     Was to descend a numerous train of kings;
     That over every nation, every tribe,
     His domination one of them should fix;
     Make war and tumult cease in every land,
     And at their feet behold all earthly kings.


JOAD.
     Wherefore renounce the promises of heaven?


ABNER.
     Where shall we seek that monarch, David's son?
     Can heaven itself repair that withered tree,
     Dead, even to its roots? The infant king,
     By Athaliah murdered in his cradle;
     Can those, for eight years dead, forsake the tomb?
     Ah! in her fury were she but deceived!
     If of the royal blood one drop escaped!


JOAD.
     What would you then?


ABNER.
     O happy day for me!
     O with what ardour would I own my king!
     Doubt you, that at his feet our eager tribes—
     But wherefore flatter me with these vain thoughts?
     The wretched heir of our triumphant kings
     Alone was Ochoziah, with his children;
     By Jehu's shafts I saw the father pierced;
     You, by the mother, saw the son despatched.


JOAD.
     I say no more; but when the star of day
     Shall have performed a third part of his course
     On the horizon, come with this same zeal
     Again into the temple, whilst to prayers
     The third hour summons us, and God to you
     Will show, by benefactions weighty, that
     His word is stable, that it ne'er deceives.
     Depart: I must prepare for this great day,
     And dawn already gilds the temple's summit.


ABNER.
     What are those favours that I cannot fathom?
     The illustrious Josabet approaches you:
     I go to mingle with the faithful band
     Which this day's solemn pomp enticeth forth.





Scene II.


JOAD.
     Princess, the time's accomplished, I must speak!
     You may conceal your rescued charge no longer.
     The guilty vauntings of Jehovah's foes,
     Misdeeming against Him His silence deep,
     Too long of falsehood's taxed His promises:
     What do I say? Success imparting life
     Into their fury, even on our shrines
     Your cruel stepmother would offer up
     To Baal idolatrous incense. Let us show
     The infant monarch, whom your hands have saved,
     Raised in the temple 'neath the Lord's defence.
     He will possess the courage of our princes;
     His mind already mounts above his years.
     Before my voice explains his destiny,
     I go to offer him to God, by Whom
     Our sovereigns rule; our Levites and our priests,
     Immediately assembling, I to them
     The offspring of their princes will declare.


JOSABET.
     Knows he his name and noble parentage?


JOAD.
     He answers only to Eliacin,
     And by his mother thinks himself abandoned,
     To whom I have in pity served as father.


JOSABET.
     Alas! what perils I have known him 'scape!
     What peril is he nigh to come to, still?


JOAD.
     What! does your faith, already weak, shrink back?


JOSABET.
     To your wise counsels, lord, I yield myself:
     For, from the day I snatched that child from death,
     Into your hands I've placed the care of him;
     Dreading the violence of my love, I have,
     As much as possible, e'en shunned his sight,
     For fear, when seeing him, some foolish grief
     Should bring to light my secret with my tears.
     But, above all, I have believed it good
     To consecrate three days and nights entire
     To tears and prayers. However, may I ask
     Of you to-day, What friends have you prepared
     To second you? Will Abner, the brave Abner,
     Come to defend us? Has he taken oath
     To show himself beside his king?


JOAD.
     Though we can be assured of Abner's faith,
     He even knows not yet, we have a king.


JOSABET.
     To whom do you confide the care of Joas?
     Obed or Ammon does that honour favour?
     The benefits showered on them by my sire—


JOAD.
     To Athaliah they have sold themselves.


JOSABET.
     Whom, then, do you engage against her guards?


JOAD.
     Have I not said? Our Levites and our priests.


JOSABET.
     I know that under your foreseeing care
     Their numbers are redoubled, secretly
     Assembled near you; that full of love
     For you, for Athaliah boundless hate,
     A solemn oath anticipating, binds
     Them to the son of David, when revealed;
     But with that noble fire with which they burn
     Can they, alone, avenge their prince's cause?
     For such great object is their zeal sufficient?
     Doubt you that Athaliah, at the word
     First spread abroad—that Ochoziah's son
     Is here concealed—will fail her barbarous troop
     Of strangers to collect about the temple,
     And violate its gates? Will it suffice
     'Gainst them to place your sacred ministers,
     Who never scattered but their victims' blood;
     Who, raising to the Lord their harmless hands,
     Can only groan and pray for our offences?
     Perhaps, when in their arms, Joas pierced with wounds—


JOAD.
     Then count you God for nought who fights for us!
     God, who protects the orphans' innocence,
     And in their weakness testifies His power;
     God, who hates tyrants, who in Jezreel
     Swore Jezabel and Ahab to uproot;
     God, who smote Joram, husband of their daughter,
     And even to his son pursued their house;
     God, whose avenging arm, awhile withheld,
     Is always threatening o'er that impious race:


JOSABET.
     And 'tis His rigid justice on those kings
     That throes me for my wretched brother's son.
     For who can say that child, at birth, was not
     Condemned with them—included in their guilt?
     That God, for David's sake, will grant him favour,
     And separate him from a hateful race?
     Alas! the horrible perplexing state,
     In which heaven represents itself to me,
     Haunts me incessantly, and frights my soul.
     The chambers gorged with princes massacred—
     Inexorable Athaliah, armed
     With poniard, fires her barbarous soldiery
     Unto the carnage, and pursues the course
     Of her assassinations. Left for dead,
     Joas strikes my sight! Methinks I still behold
     His nurse, distracted, throw her feeble form
     In vain before the murderers; and him,
     Extended on the earth, clasp to her breast
     I take him up all bloody—with my tears
     Bathing his visage—bring him back to life;
     And still in terror, or caressing me,
     I feel his innocent arms upon me press.
     Great God! let not my love be fatal to him,
     The precious relic of the loyal David:
     Brought up within Thy house to love Thy law,
     He knows no other father yet than Thee.
     About to attack a homicidal queen,
     If peril's aspect terrifies my faith,
     If flesh and blood to-day, bewildered being,
     Have too great part in tears I shed for him,
     Heir of Thy sacred promises, preserve him,
     And punish me alone for all my frailty!


JOAD.
     Your griefs are crimeless, Josabet; but God
     Would have us trust in His paternal care.
     Upon the son who fears Him He does not
     Call blindly in His wrath to answer for
     His sire's impiety. All that remain
     Still faithful Hebrews, will come forth to-day
     To make their vows anew; all that revere
     The race of David, Athaliah hate!
     Joas will affect them with his modesty,
     Through which appears to glow his royal blood,
     And our example, by His very voice
     The Lord supporting, will moreover speak
     Within His temple straight unto their hearts.
     Two unbelieving kings in turns have braved Him;
     Tis now imperative a king be raised
     Upon the throne, who shall avow hereafter
     That, to the honour of his ancestors,
     God caused him, by the influence of His priests,
     To re-ascend; and, by their hands, hath snatched
     Him, Joas, from the oblivion of the tomb,
     To light again the fire of David's ashes.
     Great God! if Thou foreseest that of his race
     Unworthy, he will stray from David's footsteps,
     Yea, let him be as fruit whilst growing, plucked,
     Or blighted in its bloom by hostile blast!
     But if this child, obedient to Thy rule,
     Is to be useful aid in Thy designs,
     Restore the sceptre to the rightful heir;
     Give into my weak hands his potent foes;
     Confound the councils of the cruel queen!
     Deign, deign, my God, on Mathan and on her
     To cast the spirit of vanity and falsehood,
     Fatal forerunner of the fall of kings!
     Adieu; the hour is pressing. Unto you,
     His sister and our son advancing, bring
     The daughters of the families most devout.





Scene III.


JOSABET, ZACHARIAH, SALOMITH, THE CHOIR.

JOSABET.
     Dear Zachariah, go, without delay;
     Accompany your noble father's steps.
     Daughters of Levi, young and faithful band,
     Whom now the Lord hath chosen for their zeal,
     That come so frequently to share my sighs:
     Children, my only joy in my long griefs,
     Those flowers upon your heads, and in your hands
     Those garlands were appropriate, formerly,
     At our great festivals; but now, alas!
     In these opprobious and afflicting times,
     What offering so comely as our tears?
     I hear, already, hear the sacred trumpet,
     And soon the temple will be open to us.
     Whilst I prepare myself for the occasion,
     Sing to the Lord, whom you have come to seek.





Scene IV.

THE CHOIR.
     All the Choir sing.
     Let all adore our God; the universe
     Is full of His magnificence!
         Let all invoke Him ever:
     His empire was before the birth of time;
     Sing, and proclaim His benefactions.

     One voice alone.     In vain unrighteous violence hath imposed
     Silence upon the people praising Him:
         His name shall never perish.
     Day unto day proclaims His glory and His power:
     The universe is full of His magnificence:
     Sing, and proclaim His benefactions.

     All the Choir.     The universe is full of His magnificence:
     Sing, and proclaim His benefactions.

     One voice alone.
     He gives to flowers their lovely hues,
     He brings the fruits to birth and ripens them;
     To these He portions, with judicious care,
     The heat of day and coolness of the night:
     The fields receiving them, return
         The gifts with usury.

     Another.
     He bids the sun to animate His works,
     And light's the power of His own hands;
     But still His holy law, His spotless law
     Is richest blessing God has given mankind.

     Another.
     O, Mount of Sinai, keep eternally
     In our remembrance the illustrious day,
     When on thy flaming summit, in a cloud,
     Densely enveloped, God into the eye
     Of mortals caused to shine
     A beamlet of His glory.
     O tell me why those lightnings and those flames
     The floods of vapour, rumblings in the air,
     The trumpetings, and thunder:
     Came He to overturn
     The order of the elements?
     Came He to shake the earth
     Upon its old foundations?

     Another.
     He came to witness to the Hebrew children
     His holy precepts' everlasting light;
     He came to bid that happy people love Him
         With a love eternal.

     All the Choir.
     O law divine, delightful law!
     O justice, tenderness supreme!
     What satisfaction, sweetness overflowing,
     To pledge unto that God our love and faith!

     One voice alone.
     He freed our fathers from a cruel yoke;
     While in the desert, with delicious food
     He nourished them: He gives to us His law,
     He gives Himself; and for such benefits
     He orders us to love Him.

     The Choir.     O justice, tenderness supreme!

     The same voice.
     For them He closed the waters of the sea,
     And from an arid rock made fountains gush;
     He gives to us His law, He gives Himself;
     And for such benefits
     He orders us to love Him.

     The Choir.     O law divine, delightful law!
     What satisfaction, sweetness overflowing,
     To pledge unto that God our love and faith!

     Another voice alone.
     O you, who only know a servile fear,
     Ingrates, can not a God so good delight you?
     Is it so difficult unto your hearts,
     So painful, then, to love Him?
     The bondsman dreads the tyrant's violence,
     But love's the portion of a child:
     You wish that God should load you with His blessings,
     Without returning Him your love!

     All the Choir.
     O law divine, delightful law!
     O justice, tenderness supreme!
     What satisfaction, sweetness overflowing,
     To pledge unto that God our love and faith!





ACT SECOND,—Scene I. and II.


JOSABET, SALOMITH, THE CHOIR.
JOSABET.
     That is enough, my daughters, cease your chanting:
     Tis time to mingle in the public prayers.
     Our hour is come; Let us go celebrate
     This glorious day, and, in our turn, appear
     Before the Lord. What do I see! my son!
     What is the cause that hastens your return?
     Where run you thus, all pale and out of breath?


ZACHARIAH.
     O, my mother!


JOSABET.
     Well! what!


ZACHARIAH.
     The temple is profaned!


JOSABET.
     How?—


ZACHARIAH.
     And by the Lord the temple is abandoned.


JOSABET.
     I tremble; hasten to enlighten me.


ZACHARIAH.
     My sire, the high priest, having offered up,
     According to the law, the sacred bread
     Of the new harvest, to the God that fosters
     Mankind, appearing still with gory hands
     Fresh from the reeking entrails of the victim;
     Close to his side the young Eliacin
     Assisting, like myself, in linen vests;
     The priests, meanwhile, with sacrificial blood
     Besprinkling the assembly and the altar;
     A murmur indistinct arose; at once
     The astonished people turn aside their glance,—
     A woman—can I name her and not curse?—
     A woman—It was Athaliah's self!


JOSABET.
     Heavens!


ZACHARIAH.
     In one of the church courts, reserved for men,
     This haughty woman enters, with proud mien,
     And even prepares to overpass the bounds
     Of the enclosure sacred, which alone
     Is open to the Levites. Terrified
     The people fled in every way. My father—
     Ah! what resentment kindled in his eye!
     Moses to Pharoah seemed less formidable:
     Queen! go! said he, and quit this awful place,
     From which thy sex and vices banish thee:
     Dost thou come here to brave the majesty
     Of the Eternal God? At which the queen,
     Casting on him infuriated glance,
     Her mouth was opening, doubtless, to blaspheme:
     I know not if the angel of the Heavens
     Appearing showed to her a flaming sword;
     But instantly her tongue and lips were frozen,
     And all her over-boldness was abashed;
     As if her eyes were awe-struck, they were fixed;
     And, above all, Eliacin appeared
     To amaze her.


JOSABET.
     What! Has Eliacin been seen by her?


ZACHARIAH.
     We both of us beheld that cruel queen,
     Who with an equal horror struck our hearts:
     But very soon the priests surrounded us—
     They caused us to withdraw. Of all the rest
     I'm ignorant, and I returned to tell
     You of this woeful uproar.


JOSABET.
     She came, no doubt, to tear him from our arms;
     Her fury came to seek him at the altar!
     Perhaps, the object of so many tears
     Is at this moment—God, who seest my grief,
     Do Thou remember David!


SALOMITH.
     What is the reason of your flooding tears?


ZACHARIAH.
     Ah! Is Eliacin's life in danger?


SALOMITH.
     Has he attracted Athaliah's rage?


ZACHARIAH.
     What! does she fear a child without support,
     And fatherless?


JOSABET.
     Ah! here she is. Come, let us go: we must
     Avoid her.





Scenes III and IV.


ATHALIAH, AGAR, ABNER, SUITE OF ATHALIAH.
AGAR.
     Why, Madam, do you linger in this place?
     Here all the objects wound and anger you.
     Unto the priest, who dwells within it, leave
     This temple, flee this tumult, and go calm
     Your agitated spirit in your palace.


ATHALIAH.
     No, no, I cannot: my perplexity
     And weakness thou behold'st. Give my commands
     That Mathan instantly must hasten hither.
     Happy if I can find, by his assistance,
     The peace I seek—that's always shunning me!


ATHALIAH, ABNER, SUITE OF ATHALIAH.

ABNER.
     Your pardon, Madam, if I dare defend him:
     Joad's zeal should not have struck you with surprise:
     Such is the eternal order of the God
     We serve: His temple and His altar He,
     Himself, forbade to us; to Aaron's sons
     Alone, His sacrifices were committed;
     He marked the Levites' office and their place,
     And, above all, to their posterity forbade
     All intercourse with other gods.
     Indeed, both wife and mother of our kings,
     Are you in this respect a stranger to us?
     Do you not know our laws? Must I to-day—
     Here is your Mathan; I will take my leave.


ATHALIAH.
     Abner, your presence here is requisite.
     No more of Joad's rash violence; of all
     That heap of superstition, which bars out
     All other nations from your sanctuary;
     A subject more momentous stirs my fears.
     I know, from infancy brought up to arms,
     That Abner has a noble heart; that he
     Can render, when necessity demands,
     His duty to his God, and what he owes
     Unto his queen. Remain.