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the pace is swifter than the
wind as I shake the golden reins! Faster and faster! The dust clouds rise;
my mantle floats upon the breeze, which in my ears sings "Triumph!
triumph!" Faster and faster! Hearken to the shouts of joy, list to the

stamping feet and the plaudits of the multitude. Jupiter himself looks
down on us from heaven. Faster! yea, faster still!
[Nero's chariot now seems to be drawn by demons: a black cloud of
dust and smoke envelops him; in his erratic course he crashes into
tombs, and the re-awakened corpses are crushed under the wheels of
the chariot, which now turns, comes forward, and stops.]
NERO.
Now, let six hundred of my women dance the Grecian Dances silently
before me, the while I lave myself with roses in a bath of porphyry.
Then let them circle me, with interlacing arms, that I may see on all
sides alabaster forms in graceful evolution, swaying like tall reeds
bending over an amorous pool.
And I will give the empire and the sea, the Senate, the Olympus, the
Capitol, to her who shall embrace me the most ardently; to her whose
heart shall throb beneath my own; to her who shall enmesh me in her
flowing hair, smile on me sweetest, and enfold me in the warmest clasp;
to her who soothing me with songs of love shall waken me to joy and
heights of rapture! Rome shall be still this night; no barque shall cleave
the waters of the Tiber, since 'tis my wish to see the mirrored moon on
its untroubled face and hear the voice of woman floating over it. Let
perfumed breezes pass through all my draperies! Ah, I would die,
voluptuously intoxicated.
Then, while I eat of some rare meat, that only I may taste, let some one
sing, while damsels, lightly draped, serve me from plates of gold and
watch my rest. One slave shall cut her sister's throat, because it is my
pleasure--a favourite with the gods--to mingle the perfume of blood
with that of food, and cries of victims soothe my nerves.
This night I shall burn Rome. The flames shall light up heaven, and
Tiber shall roll in waves of fire!
Then, I shall build of aloes wood a stage to float upon the Italian sea,
and the Roman populace shall throng thereto chanting my praise. Its

draperies shall be of purple, and on it I shall have a bed of eagles'
plumage. There I shall sit, and at my side shall be the loveliest woman
in the empire, while all the universe applauds the achievements of a
god! And though the tempest roar round me, its rage shall be
extinguished 'neath my feet, and sounds of music shall o'ercome the
clamor of the waves!
* * * * *
What didst thou say? Vindex revolts, my legions fly, my women flee in
terror? Silence and tears alone remain, and I hear naught but the rolling
of thunder. Must I die, now?
DEATH.
Instantly!
NERO.
Must I give up my days of feasting and delight, my spectacles, my
triumphs, my chariots and the applause of multitudes?
DEATH.
All! All!
SATAN.
Haste, Master of the World! One comes--One who will put thee to the
sword. An emperor knows how to die!
NERO.
Die! I have scarce begun to live! Oh, what great deeds I should
accomplish--deeds that should make Olympus tremble! I would fill up
the bed of hoary ocean and speed across it in a triumphal car. I would
still live--would see the sun once more, the Tiber, the Campagna, the
Circus on the golden sands. Ah! let me live!

DEATH.
I will give thee a mantle for the tomb, and an eternal bed that shall be
softer and more peaceful than the Imperial couch.
NERO.
Yet, I am loth to die.
DEATH.
Die, then!
[He gathers up the shroud, lying beside him on the ground, and bears
away Nero--wrapped in its folds.]

THE LEGEND OF SAINT JULIAN THE HOSPITALLER
CHAPTER I
THE CURSE
Julian's father and mother dwelt in a castle built on the slope of a hill,
in the heart of the woods.
The towers at its four corners had pointed roofs covered with leaden
tiles, and the foundation rested upon solid rocks, which descended
abruptly to the bottom of the moat.
In the courtyard, the stone flagging was as immaculate as the floor of a
church. Long rain-spouts, representing dragons with yawning jaws,
directed the water towards the cistern, and on each window-sill of the
castle a basil or a heliotrope bush bloomed, in painted flower-pots.
A second enclosure, surrounded by a fence, comprised a fruit-orchard,
a garden decorated with figures wrought in bright-hued flowers, an
arbour with several bowers, and a mall for the diversion of the