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AN ORIGINAL TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS.
BY H. N. MOORE.
Author of “Mary Morris," "■The Groomsman,"
"Mr. Johnson," "Abelard to Ilcloise,”
Scene 1. A chamber or gallery in the palace.—
Enter Do Lara l ><i Donaventurc, noblemen.
De L. Let day be night; let nature bn r >cr
r, i i"c 'tii and moon to shine ; and ye, ye
star . t nai nightly glitter o'er the vault of heaven,
resign your light and hide forever from the view.
Hide, for he is dead, the king, the good, the brave !
The ruffian’s knife has shed his blood, and depri
ved us of one whose loss we can never replace.
Ron. So old a man, so good a King, and yet
they had the heart to .murder him, in his chamber
too, unarmed, and hush’d in sleep.
(At*'atalt enters, arrived from the convent)
Montalt. With tears, my lords, no longer let
its wail the old man’s fate; but seek with energy
his murderers out, and as we ought pursue the
De L. Dut time alone can tell the dismal tale :
or else the bed of death, some future year, reveal
it. He was beloved by all, whom to suspect or
whom to accuse we do not know. Upon their
death-beds men oft disclose their secret sins and
crimes—and this perhaps by such a chance may
come to light. As it is the murderer is safe; sus
picion cannot rest on any one, and he may roain
unpunished through the world.
Mon. No—he shall not escape unpunished.—
Things that were unforseen will often startle us :
we know not what an hour may bring about, as the
king’s unexpected death has prov'd ; and truth at
times is stranger than the deep and hidden mys
teries of the ocean, or wildest freak that fancy
could invent. If ye’ll but institute a court to try
the murder, 1 solemnly promise to bring the evi
dence that shall identity the man and convict him.
Ron. But how?
Mon. Ask me not. Who, when and what don't
ask ot me. I dare make an answer to them. I
would not prepossess your minds Do you tne
trial institute and I’ll perform what I have prom
De L. We take thee at thy word. We'll do
our best to retribute a king whom we loved so
w' 11;—aud future time, shall not upbraid us with
•‘'loth, that as we ought, we acted at the time, and
°n the page of history applaud us. (exeunt)
•Scene 2. The private gallery in the palace in the
wainscot ot which is the sliding door. Lothaire
quietly enters upon tiptoe and with apparent
stealth— alter looking cautiously around for a
moment he gently taps against the partition,
and the Queen enters through the sliding pauel,
which she closes after her.
Queen. What now Lothaire?
Lot. Speak low—we may be overheard.—Are
, the inmates of the palace roused? have all be
held the deed ?
Queen. They have. Assembled round the
corpse they mourn, wring their hands, and curse
aloud, with gnashing teeth the midnight mtirder
er - They little think they curse their guilty
Lot. Who raised the alarm ?
Queen. Montalt. He first discovered the deed,
c allen the household up with deafening cries and
in.tde the very walls with clamour shake. But—
'hat dagger— didst bury it ?
Lot. I did. Beneath a marble bust that in the
garden stands, I dug the earth, laid the green sod
caret ally over it and there it lies to rust and moul
der with the soil. But let me charge thee to be
careful what thou dost. Do nothing that may at
ad convey the slightest hint that thou’rt the mur
deress. Start not when the name of him that’s
dead may be mentioned. Let not remorse prompt
thee to utter a word that might be deemed conlri
h°n for the crime. A word might ruin us. Be ever
ln tears—lament, sob ;—sleep alone at night, for
* n ( dy dreams if thou sbouldst talk, betrayed we
both might easily be. Thou’lt think of this?
Queen. Yes ! how I regret that it is done !
‘ "hsh that memory could blot it out! Throughout
days to come shall I not shrink from human eyes
and seek obseruity’s dim twilight shades, I trem
ble at every sound heard in the night, and in con
tinual fear hereafter live! Can I the gaze of
others meet and think they know not of my crime ?
or ever again in quiet sleep bv phantoms undis
turbed ? Oh, little did 1 think, remorse, of thy
conflicting partgs, thy torturing suspense?
Lot. Thou’lt remember what I said.
Queen. Yes; but hark; there’s someone
coming. Away; we must not be seen together
these two or three weeks yet. I’ll leave thee now,
and come again to night. Be here upon the spot
in readiness to meet me.
Lot. I will.
(she hurries through the panel—Lothaire closes
All’s yet secure. \V e’re not suspected even. If
she but keeps upon her guard there’s not a dan
ger—not a fear. Fate, be only thou propitious,
and soon the crown and power will both be mine,
my proudest hopes be more than realized, and uni
versal homage paid to me. Base are the ladders
by w'hich I climb to it; I’ve pratised guilt, de
ceit and treachery; but once upon the throne I’ll
lay aside the means I’ve used to accomplish it, and
live and reign an alter’d man.
(Übaldo enters, followed by his guards.)
Lot. Stay? for what?
Übal. The lords of France, her citizens and
influential men, this hour in solemn council sit,
to try the late cold-blooded murder of the King.
Thou aft accused of it.
Lot. Accused of it! by whom?
Übal. I know not that. My duty obliges me
to arrest thy person—but I hope, sincerely hope
Lot. Innocent! I ran, Übaldo—-b« thou as
sured of it. These bands were never stained in
human blood, I’ll prove my innocence; 1 can
with ease. What, accused of murder? me ! and
of the king's fs’t possible that I am charged with
it! accused—arrested—-to be tried—and for the
murdering of the man to whom I owe eternal
thanks for all that I possess; the generous king
who took me while a child, whilst hid in rags and
poverty, and rear’d me up to fortune and fame!
It is absurd, Übaldo—absurd. Dost think thy
self that 1 am guilty of the crime ?
Übal. Heaven forbid—l think thou’rt inno
cent, and think that tliou’lt establish it beyond a
Lot. Could Ibe such a wretch ?—so lost to eve
ry sense of gratitude, so lost and dead to every fu
tuve hope ?
Übal. No, no, I firmly believe that thou art in
Lot. I am, Übaldo—l atn. And since it has
come to this, we’U let them prove that I am not.
[ exeunt , the guards following them.]
Scene 3. A council chamber, crowded—noble
men, citizens, guards, officers &c.—-De Lara
and Bonaveuture seated.
De L. M v lords and 1> How-citizens, we’ve met,
bv common sympathy aroused to try the late event
which has with blood and crime, abused and
stain’d the pages of our history. The aged King,
last night whilst sleeping in his bed, was by the as
sassin’s blade bereft of life; and there to-day he
lies—he who yesterday was King. He was be
loved by all of us—amidst us he was born, amidst
us he lias lived ; our equal though our King—un
kind to none, but generous to all—at once a father,
friend and gracious King. Dead ! deal i but yet
his memory shall in our hearts forever live, and in
the chronicles of kings one more unfortunate and
better loved shall not be recorded. Then rou*e,
exert yourselves, my friends: and with determined
heart? pursue the murderer till he is found, ’Tis
time the trial was commenced. C ill in the wit
nesses (exit an officer) Lothaire, the former favour
ite of the King has been accused, and we have
given orders for his arrest.
(enter Montalt, the abbot St Pierre, and the two
These the witnesses, whose evidence we shall
depend upon; they are men of truth, of tried ve
racity, nor ever have been known to swerve an inch
from virtue’s path. Bring in the accused. (exit
an .tji ar.) Be ready, guards; keep the crowd
back that the prisoner may pass. Disperse amidst
the throng, and have it so arranged that all may
hear and see the trial; all loved the King, and all
[Lothaire enters followwed by Übaldo and the
Lot. My lords, why is this? why have you
given orders for my arrest ? why thus am I arraign
ed before this court ? who accuses me? speak—
and what’s my crime ?
De L. The King of France, whilst asleep in
his bed was last night killed; and with the murder
thou art charged.
Lot. By whom?
De L. By this man, (pointing to Montalt) who
says he will prove the accusation.
Lot. Montalt dar’st thou attempt to fix on me
the stain of blood and crime of regicide ? dost
thou say that I’m the murderer of the King ?
Mon. Thou art.
Lot. Prove it if thou canst. Prove that I’m
his murderer. Try it. Attempt thy worst to ruin
me. But thou slialt find that innocence must
triumph over villainy; and in the treacherous
snare thou’st set for me thou’lt be. entrapped thy
self, disgraced and shamed. Lords and fellow
citizens, can ve suppose that Pm the regicide ?
Think ye that I, his favourite, would by a deed like
this, blast at once the peace I now enjoy and crush
the bud of every future hope? Can ye suppose
that I, young as I am, am wretch enough to exe
cute a crime like this—-a crime at which the soul
with horror thrills—the thought of which makes
the blood run shivering to my heart! Why should
I murder him? Let me ask that? What would
I gain by it ? The King to me was a father and
frieud and of what advantage would it be to take
his life ? Tell me that, and I’ll not grudge at my
arrest. But as it is, I ask the common sense of
FLORENCE, GA. SATURDAY, AUGUST 18, 1838.
any man that hears my voice whether friend ot
foe if he would like to brook the gaze of men be
fore a court whlist tried for such a crime, although
he knew his innocence and knew he could es
De L. But against thee, criminal charges have
been brought, four witnesses are in the court pro
duced, and we must hear their testimony. The
fact that thou hast been accused of this, if thou
art innocent, cannot diminish in the least degree
the lustre of thy name, but add to it. If, after
the trial is over, thou’rt found not guilty of the
crime, the sympathies of all will go with thee;
the fact will shed new honors o’er thy fate, and
lift thee to the pinnacle of fame. Proceed, Mon
Mod. My lords and fellow-citizens, that here’s
the regicide I feel convinced; by eyesight posi
tive and circumstantial proofs, 1 feel assured of
what I say ; and have no doubt but I can prove it
satisfactorily. As ye may recollect, two years ago
the King was married to his cousin the present
queen. ,r l’was policy—not love united them—
Their ages were as wide as thirty yeais apart, and
age and youth we know don’t oft agree in tonV? so
delicate as love. She came to court a blooming
bride; all flattered her but none so much as he.
[pointing to Lothaire.] He flitted round her like
<t butterfly, and I perceived that the encouraged
him. This wakened my suspicions. The honor
of my king was jeopardized. I narrowly watched
them, and soon discover’d that she was lavish of
her love, and saw them frequently embrace—kis
sing—and heard their amorous vows of love and
constancy till death.
(Lothaire vehemently starts.)
Lot. My lords, ’tis false ? what chance had
we for any private time ; and unobserved where
could we meet I ask ? This tale's a forgery. It
bears a lie upon the face of it.
Mon. ’Tis true my lords.
Lot. True! how know they that ? who saw
the queen and me except thyself ? did any one ?
Answer that, and then perhaps the court may
deem thy story probable, but not till then, (with
Mon. As ye have heard, my lords, he asks me
tauntingly who saw them but myself. He asks
what chance they nad ? what pirvacy ? and unob
served where they could meet? .Since he has
asked, I'll tell the court and him that they were
not unseen as they supposed;—that in the south
ern gallery of the palace there is a secret door j
which slides, and seems when closed, yarn ot the j
wainscot. This connects with the chamber of j
the queen, and almost every tlmugh it the [
Queen would come and meet Lothaire, who never
failed to be upon the spot.
Lot. DuLt thou see this ?
Mon. i did.
Lot. Liar 1 thou nevet didst ?
Mon. 1 did, disclosed it to the King, who
banished thee—’twas yesterday—and, t> shun thy
sentence. last ffight didst thou imbrue thy hands
in regal b.cod
Lot. Ptioun ;ry /Main! if I but had thee in
iny gn u-—if—f bo* >t beneath my
race. My rds. ny : ••* c»w W hands
l hold to ye, in human bioo 1 were u ’cd;
they never were, but are as st unless as ruui wu.
This man, with whom I’ve not been on the best oi
terms, b ise, as it seems imbibed a rancoirous hate
towards ms. As I suppose, he enviel me the
favour of the king, and taking advantage of the pre
sent cnanee, he thinks to crush my future fortunes
by a desperate blow. He seeks not honorable but
base revenge. The Goward fears to jeopard.ze
iiis life, and settle by the sword om private quar- '
rel. lie thinks to ruin tne by fraud, without tjie
ask of his dishonored self, tie cannot though ;
hca he may fofge, and bribed witnesses may swear
to that they never heard or saw, but till shall not ;
avail. lin innocent, and can at any moment ‘
prove it. Proceed— (assuming an air oj ind/f
--jVrenct) ;et‘s hear what el e.
Mon. 1 hope the ■o u t will disregard the pris
oner’s shameless language, nor ict ironical and ,
desperate words have any weight.
De L. No—goon. VVe’il hear both sides and
our impartial juJ :e ment give. By what already I
has been sail, thou hast shown to us his intimacy
with tiro Queen, but anything hast thou observed or
heard wh.ch may directly point him out to be the
Mon. I have.
De L. Proceed then with that.
Mon. I was waken’d by the storm last night,
and sitting up in bed gazed out upon the dark
ness, as I’m accustomed, to when in the sky the
elements contend; —for there’s a feeling in the
midnight storm that always mingles with my con
templations. ’Tis a silent joy, to see the light
ning flash, to hear the thunder’s roll! The moon
shone out at intervals, as broke away the clouds j
between the pauses of the stonn, anil by her light
I saw a man engaged industriously at work. Th ere
was a lantern by his side, and in his hands he gras
ped a spade with which he due the yielding soil, j
The storm he heeded not, but continued to dig be- |
neath an antique bust that in the garden stands; and j
where he dug. as I did plainly see, he concealed
a blade that glittered in the lightning’s flash—
(Lothaire trembles, evidently alarmed, and very
pale.) When he had gone 1 rose and dressed,
went out amidst the storm, and having found the
spot upturned the soil again ; and there discov- ,
ered, concealed within the earth three feet and
more, this dagger stain and with blood. (Showing !
the one which. St. Pierre had in his care.) This— j
with which tiro inhuman murderer deprived the I
King of his invaluable life!
Bon. Who was the man that buried it? speak— j
was it him? (pointing to Lothaire.)
Mon. It was? Behold—he trembles now.— »
See, niv lords, the murderer of your king—the .
regicide? The unexpected sight of this has
roused his fears, and thus before the court declarer
his guilt ?
Ist Cit. It does; —tear him to pieces. Lay
hands upon liim ; —let him not live. (l he Citizens
arc much excited , and attempt to seize Lothaire.)
De L. What, ho, there, guards. Keep them
back, and shield the prisoner from their rage, (the 1
2nd Cit. Down with them-—down with the
guar,is, and let us take the niuderer by force.—
lie’s aot fit to live and should tiie !
De L. Nay, forbear, fellow citizens. Lay not
violeut hands upon the niau, but let the even
course of justice puuishhim:
(Lothaire is very much alarmed—so much so that
he entirely looses the command of himself.)
Lot. My lords—my lords—l am not the mur
derer. That dagger is the Queen’s, 1 buried it,
but am not guilty of the regicide.
De L. If thou art not, who is ?
Lot The queen ? Last night she entered
the chamber where the monarch slept, and with
that dagger stabbed him till he died! (astonish
ment is pictured in almost every countenance.)
Ist. Cit. My lords, ’tis false. This is but a
trick by which to gain a little time, and cheat tlic
headsman of his fee if possible.
Lot. No—l speak the truth. She feigned a
sickness and excused herself from sleeping with
the King ; but in the night arose and went to
his chamber. A lamp and dagger in her hands she
took, and w hilst he lay in bed she gave the wouuds
Ist Cit. My lords, believe him not. ’Tis every
word of it untrue, and but a scheme of ins by
which to elude our grasp. He thinks it he can
but escape us now, he’ll find the means to keep
hei easter out of reach. Let’s take him to the block
at once, say I,—and avenge the murder of oin
king. What say you ?
Cits. Ay ! ay ! (simultaneously.)
De L. Silence. It shall not be and he that
dare attempt to drag him there shall be imprison’d
for it. Whether the Queen be guilty of the crime
or not, she has been accused of it, and must be
brought to trial as her accuser was. Übaldo [to
tux captain of the guard ] imprison the Queen. -~
Keep her in custody till to-morrow, when we will
neet again and proceed with the trial, (exit Ri
laldo.) Guards, look to the prisoner. Breakup
the court. To-morrow we’ll meet again to fur
'her try this dark, unparalell’d and bloody deed.
[Exeunt different ways. Lothaire guarded.
Scene 1. The council chamber crow ded as be
fore-—noblemen, citizens, guards, officers, Ac.
Ac De Lara, and Bonaventure, seated
De L. We've met again to investigate the re
gicide— a ei inie without its like amidst the chroni
cles of dark and dreadful deeds. Lothaire, the
favourite oi' the Kinff, was yesterday accused ot' it
and be re arraigned upon his tiialasye have seen
and heard yourselves; nor need l tiow repeat the
evidence biought against him. Wh u this dag
ger was proem ed (showing the dagger) from head
to foot, like aspen leaves, fie shook, ami tremul
ously confessed he buried it. but said the
b*ade itself belonged ,o the Queen—and with the
deed and very murder charged the wife of him
that’s dead ! When this we heard, we gave orders
to the captain of the guard for her arrest. She
has since been arrested and confined iu a dungeon s
gloom; and here, before you all, s’ne shall be in
nocent or guilty found of this unnatural deed
that has been charged to her. (turns to one of the
office'- Call in the witnesses.
( exi• officer, returning with Montalt, the abbot St.
Pierre, and the two Monks.)
And now the Queen —bring her into the court.
(exit an officer)
(enter the Queen, followed by Übaldo and guards.)
Queen. Arraigned? and for the regicide! Is
it possible? My iords, do you believe that I’m
tie murderess ? Can ye suppose that I, the wife
of him, could do the deed ? What, plunge the
knife into my husband’s breast? Why nature
shudders at the vary thought of it; and both un
just is it to bring me thus before the court.
De L. But thou hast been accused of it. and
we re obliged to try tlree. The murder has been
done; —our wish is but to find the perpetrators
and bring them to punishment, in order to satisfy
the feelings of an outraged commonwealth.—
With this intention we yesterday araigned Lo
thaire — _
Qneen. Lothaire? the favourite of the King ?
De L. Yes.
Queen. Upon the charge of this foul crime
did ye arraign him ?
De L. We did, and witnesses produced
against him. At first he denied the crime, but
Tacts-on facts against him were disclosed, and he
at last acknowledged it.
De L. Ay.
Queen. What—that he was the regicide ? did
he acknowledge that ?
De L. No, not that— but confessed that it
was himself who hid the dagger that was found.
Queen. What digger? ye speak to ine as if
I knew of it, and had seen the dagger. But "tis
the* first that I have heard of any dagger found,
and ask ye now what of it ?
De L. ’Tis one the favourite was seen to hide
upon the fatal night the regicide was done, —
whilst rain and storm beat over him and round him
flashed the lightnings sheeted fires. He was seeii
—was seen and watched; was seen to dig beneath
a bust of marble that stands in the garden of the
palace, where quickly afterwards a search was
made and this was found— (showing the dagger) —
polluted as thou see’st, stained with thy hus
Queen. Well—all this may be. That the
dagger was found is not improbable. But what l
ask have Ito do with it ? I was not watched and
seen to dig beneath the bust, nor was I seen to
bury that. The storm two nights age awakened
me; it seemed like the roar of waves and dash of
spray; I saw withal the pale reflection of the moon
in my chamber window streamed her light.—
Bat that is all. Th.it night 1 slept not with his
majesty. but being indisposed went early to rest
in a n adjoining chamber as by the maids that wait
on me can easily be proved. Ti;ey helped me to
disrobe that night, and in the morning when I rose
assisted me to to dress again.— But who accuses
Yol. I.— No. 21.
where is the person? and where the witnesses
' brought against me ?
De L. (he motions to the Abbot and Monks,
icho step forward) St. Pierre, thou’rt sure a driver
thus polluted was brought to thee two nights ago ?
St. P. 1 am.
De L. And thou—thou’rt sure of it ? [to the
Ist Mo nk.
Ist M. Yes.—Against our convent gate loud
knocks were heard. I hastened to answer it. and
there was this old man (pointing to Montalt.
| asked to see the abbot. His feeliri, sm
master him, aud he could itr v
I He held that Ua I e in
ho>v it was stained with blood. L
that the King was murdered, ami gave < . . t
that dagger to keep until the court demanded ev:
De L. My lords and citizens, what say ye
now ? methinks the the proofs are plain. This
evidence corroborates Montalt’s —-and must we
not infer from what we've heard that by this in
strument the aged King was of his life deprived ?
2nd Cit. We must—the truth is evident.
De L. Thou hearest, queen ;—we've evidence
that here’s the blade with which thy husband was
bereft of life.
Queen. Well—that may be. I dispute it not.
That ye should think so is not strange: it is but
natural that ye should, and likewise that the hand
that buried it was the same the wound.
i)c L. He confesses that he buried the dag
ger, but says he did not shed thy husband’s blood.
Queen. How come he urith the dagger then?
I hope indeed he is not guilty of the crime, but
must confess appearances arc black, if he acknowl
edges he buried that.
De L. He has acknowledged it. When it was
yesterday produced, he quailed and trembled at
the sight of it. He cried that it was thine—that
it belonged to thee—and actually said that thou.
didst kill the King.
Queen. /—lkill the King!—ha! ha! (laughs
De L Force a laugh, but nevertheless the
court believes thee guilty. Conscience betrays
thee, for guilt is evident within the trembling red
and white that now alternately suffuses o’er thy
cheeks. Thou’rt speechless too, which also ar
gues guilt,—nor do I hesitate to call thee murder
(the Queen staggers and appears as if about to
faint—a sudden paleness overspreading her coun
Bon. (toonc of the officers) Sec—she swoons—
(her agitation is but momentary however, for re*
covering she refuses the assistance offered her.)
Queen. No—l need not your support. ’Twas
j but a sick-felt throb and dizziness, occasioned by
j the thought of liis ingratitude. How I have loved
; that man, endured and felt for him, words can’t
j extiress! That love now turns to hate—to bit
i terest disgust! lam betrayed by him ! And
[ my regret is not so much that I did kill the king,
but that 1 was ueceived in him in whom my affec
tions centered,—that on a wretch I threw myself
away, wrecking at once my peace on earth aud all
iny hopes of heaven .'
De L. Ye hear it, citizens. She acknowledges
it,—that she did shed the life blood of the old
and honor’d king! her husband too! horrible!
Queen. Yes,—l do acknowledge it;—and
I curse the policy that for the sake of state affairs
conjoins, as with the King and me it did, upon the
one side youth and health and on the other age
and gradual decay I—lt was not mine but the na
tions will, that married me. I had not seen the
King before the night the marriage was; nor shall
I ever forget the tempest of my soul that then oc
curr’d. I carried smiles upon my face, but in my
heart—reluctance—hate—antipathy ! No won
der is it then that they who thus are joined provo
faithless to their marriage vows. There’s nothing
to be conceived tk it's like the shuddering disgust
a woman feels when married to a man for whom
she has no love. Nor’s there a woman living
placed in circumstances similar to mine but would
have done as I have ?
De L. Did he abet the murder?
Queen. He did.—He instigated me to it.—
Poor coward! But let it pass—l've done tho
murder, and am prepared to hear my doom, pre
pared to meet a speedy death! But let him live
my lords, I beseech you. Take not his worth
less life, but let him linger thro’ the w orld contem
De L. No—the law will not admit of it. He
is as deep as thou art within the mire of guilt, and
must likewise suffer for the crime;—must like
wise on the scaffold be exposed to gibes, contempt
aud ignominious death! Übaldo
Übal. Si r— (stepping forward)
De L. Bring hither Lothaire. (exit Übaldo
and two guards)
Queen. Then lead me back to my dungeon
1 desire to never see the face of my betrayer again,
never attain hear his treacherous voice. My mem
ory calls to mind how I have been deceived by
him, and makes me wish that we had never met or
else that we had never beeu born !—Adultery and
murder—both for him, and this is my reward!—
Night after night I stole into his arms, with trenr
lous and guilty fear I -wn, but love suv "w ■’• :< [
everv fear, and to his amoroui vo- < : tYuh I
sacrificed my honor,-:—placed ray n; t. r. a*
his disposal and now I find myself a rnurd r.
1 little thought at first how serious the crime or
what would be the consequence !
De L. Crime progresses by slow and sure do
Queen. But then to think of his ingratitude!
to think that after all I am betrayed by him!!
Had I been him, not engines, wheels or racks of
any kind, should ever have wrung the secret from
my lips or scarcely wrenched from me aery of
pain!—what, frightened at the sight of a dagger!
I would have bravely died denying it or beeu ob
stinately silent till death!—no dagger should have
alarmed me!— (with a sneer of contempt.)
De L. Here comes thy accessery. (the Queen,
is going,) Nay stay where thou art, uahappy