Class/- Copyright )^^J$Z jCJ^^' C0FYF5IGHT DEPOSIT. EVERYMAN MILITANT A Modern Morality BY EWING RAFFERTY BOSTON SHERMAN, FRENCH & COMPANY 1916 '%%^ Performing rights reserved by the author. Copyright, 1916 Sherman, French q' Company 15 1916 TO MADDALENA EVERYMAN MILITANT CHARACTERS Everyman War Peace Conquest Vanity Wealth Conscience Caution Famine Pestilence Death The Past The Present The Monarch The Church Time NOTE time is merely a scene-shifter and has nothing to do with the plot. ALSO AS IN REAL life, SOME OF THE CHARACTERS AP- PEAR BUT RARELY ; THEIR PARTS MAY BE DOUBLED. THE PROLOGUE Time Good Friends, I'm Time, though not as Time accoutred In toga, with symbolic glass and scythe. Forgive the paradox, but e'er I've kept pace With Time and scarcely yet am middle-aged. No more does Folly garb in cap and tinsel, Nor Wisdom in a winding sheet of gray. One's qualities these days are better hidden ; What oft did ope now serves to bar the way. In no new role do I appear this even ; I'm call-boy still, none can deny me that. The play's not new : the plot's as old as I am, But Timely : please again o'erlook the jest. It tells of Everyman, his fearful trials With those whom he has set o'er him to rule, — Each Adam's son, tho' veined in blood called royal. By some strange alchemy to me unknown. Think not. Good Folk, the characters all mor- tal. But attributes and symbols, all save two ; One's Everyman, thine image, and the other, Cl)t prologue His idol moulded in his flesh and blood. The attributes will need no introduction, Old friends you'll doubtless see in everi^ one, Though Wealth's a snobbish rake and most ex- clusive, And seeketh not a friend in Everyman. But I must haste, for Everyman's most anxious To occupy the center of the stage. His part is short. Fear not ; when lines are garbled. The call-boy, Time, shall drop the curtain. Age. ACT I IN WHICH EVERYMAN TAKETH UP THE SWORD Scene : A hall in the palace. A halcony in the rear overlooks the courtyard. A large mir- ror is set in the wall at right. A curtained al- cove containing divan is set in the wall at right. A stately gothic door leading to chapel is set at left. Chart on easel rear right. DiscovERiED : Monarch at table turning over papers disconsolately. He rises with a sigh, casts down papers and paces up and down discontentedly. Stops before a bust of Mars and contemplates it. Approaches table, sits on right corner, looking in mirror. Vanity ap- pears in mirror. Vanity Why sit ye here in lonely state? [Monarch looks up startled^ 'Tis of little compliment to thy radiance To find content in dreaming of the Past. The World looks unto thee for greater things 1 2 (JBlierpman Militant Than glorying in splendors worn and old. Unto thee have been given mighty powers And cleverness beyond the mortal brain. Be fair unto thyself and claim the honours Accorded thee by Heaven's bounteous hand. 'Tis Pride, by some called Vanity, who speaketh, Man's sharpest spur toward paths of Fame and Wealth. Be not content to wear ancestral halos But grasp the wreaths thy brain and might de- serve. Thy servants. Wealth and Power, are most obedient ; The hardest tasks are featherweight to them. Youth, haste, take advantage of the Present. The Future then shall sing thy meed of praise. Monarch But how? Tell me more, Spirit. Vanity Thou hast thy five wits. Call upon the second to tell thee. Monarch [Pondering a moment^ I'm told there are many ways to Fame. Some have found it through Knowledge, some OBDerpman giilitant 3 through Good-Deeds, and some through Conquest. Vanity The first of these be cowardly passive routes. How like you the last? Monarch [Startled] Conquest ? Vanity To be sure. Thy fathers chose it. Think you all this power came from Knowledge and Good-Deeds ? Monarch [Mu^inglt/] No-o. Vanity Thou hast the strength of thy fathers all. Art thou content with mortal boundaries? \Pokiting to chart] Doth Man dare stretch a line thou canst not cross ? Monarch [Rising] O Pride, thou pleasest me strangely. Tell me more. OBtJerpman Q^ilitant Vanity [^Fading away'\ Actions, not words, become thy line, Youth. I'm proud of thee. Thou justifiest Vanity. [Disappears^ Monarch [Bewilderedly'\ Conquest. [Approaches chart and takes up pencil. Stands before chart a moment. Con- quest appears from behind easel, takes his hand and traces line around entire chartl^ Monarch [Drawing away startled^ Who art thou? Conquest [Smiling'\ Thou didst call my name. I am Conquest. Monarch Indeed? Thou art timely. Vanity recom- mended thee. dBUerpman ^ilitmt Conquest Vanity hath ever been my friend, — my press- agent. [^Pointing to chart^ A pretty picture. Is it not.'* Monarch [Enthusiasticall^l A glorious one. Conquest The moreso after retouching. Monarch Thy strokes are broad and virile. Conquest [Deprecatmgli/^ 'Tis but a thumb-nail sketch at present. An thou wilt, I'll change it to an epic. Monarch [Eo.gerly'\ Oh, if thou but couldst, I do wish it. Conquest Then must I have thy power, thy vast resources, Thy wealth, thy strength, thy blind, unyielding trust. 6 OBDerpman Q^ilitant If thou wouldst taste the sweetened cup of Vict'ry All these must enter in the brewing-pot. If thou wouldst see thy brow adorned with laurel, Thy banner flaunting o'er the topmost peaks, The legend " King of Kings," upon thy corselet. Then furnish Conquest what is his just due. Monarch [Ecstatically^ 'Tis a glorious picture. — But I have sworn to keep the peace with men. — And the cost — Conquest Will men keep peace with thee or suffer treaties To bar the road to gain? Why think of cost.? 'Tis but a loan. The principal returneth With interest vastly o'er the legal rate. The wealth of nations ever came from Conquest ; The greatest kings, save one, were kings of war. Monarch [Soberly'] But He, the One of Peace, was e'er the greatest. Conquest 'Tis true ; but He has ever been the champion Of kings ; invested them with right divine. OBtJerpman Qiilitant Vanity [Appearing again in mirror^ Hast thou not had strong proof of Heaven's sanction? With Him upon thy side thy cause is won. Monarch Thou'rt right. On such a hazardous adventure 'Twere well to start with Heaven's sympathy. The cause is just. I'll gain the World and rule it, A favored prince and chartered from on high. I'll gird my loins, and with this solemn blessing Upon my armaments and tossing fleets, I'll rule the World as He would have me rule it Who takes me in this lofty partnership. Vanity l^Sotto voicel^ A gracious tribute. Youth, and sweetly spoken ; To Vanity such words are honeyed drops. CoNaUEST Such partnership can end in naught but vict'ry ; Already have we done with half the strife ; The other half falls legacy as ever To him who bears the brunt of battle's rage. 8 OBtjerpman Militant Call Ever3fman, thy ever-ready ally, And bid him straightway arm in stern array ; Tho' meek, he hath a weakness for Ambition That builds him strength to clear the barriered way. Monarch But Everyman is busied with his labors And hath a home and vineyard in his care. Of late he seemeth changed and peaceful na- tured ; Mayhap he'll falter where he once was strong. CoNauEST Rubbish. Everyman's born of his father And needeth stirring. Paint a glorious scene Of Vict'ry, Fame, and Wealth, the oldtime pic- ture, And rouse in him the latent spark of Greed. Appeal to that misnomer, Patriotism, The cause of wars, my favorite argument. Hath Heaven not anointed thee the Master.'' Command and Everyman must needs obey. Monarch Conquest, thou art an able pleader. I'll do thy bidding, but — well, of late Everyman hath shown an unusual liking for Peace. — (IBtJerpman Militant Conquest l^Impatientl^^ A fig for Peace. An unprogresslve chit. She hath not the attractions of Victory. Monarch She's more easily wooed. Conquest And therefore more pleasing to Vanity. [Casts look toward mirrorl Enough, Everyman is thy servant. Summon him. Monarch, with compliant gesture, strikes gong. Enter Everyman, a youth, gay and prosperous.^ Everyman [Making obeisancel^ Sire, thou didst call? Monarch Everyman, art thou content? Thy position in life, is it pleasing? Everyman Sire, I am prosperous, my barns are full, my 10 OBtjerpman Q^ilitant cattle many, and I am ready for the second harvest. Monarch [With a significant glance at Conquest] What say you to a harvest ample for thy life? Everyman 'Twould be wondrous. Monarch Then give ear. Thy position is pleasant. Thou art well-fed, and thy lands are ample — for the present. But thou and thine are on the increase ; will they be ample then? Everyman [Soberlijl I had not given it much thought, Sire. Monarch The future must needs bring about a division of thy lands. What say you to new ones? Everyman A pleasant thought, Sire. I should be grateful. Everyman, thou art mortal. Honor, Fame, and Power are also pleasing to thee. What say you to them ? dBtJetpman Militant ii Everyman Sire, thou knowest my weaknesses. Monarch And thy life, — it is half spent. Time grants thee but a short span. [Time, in corner, chuckles in approbation, pointing to earthy Everyman [Fearsomeli/^ Time? I like him not. He hath a reputation for being fast. [Time scowls^ Monarch An you do my bidding, all these things are thine. Everyman I have ever been obedient. Sire. Tell me how they may be gained. Monarch By Conquest. Thou hast always been his protege. \^Waves hand toward Conquest, who smiles^ 12 OBtJerpman Militant Everyman [Shrinking^ Conquest? I had begun to fear him through the company he keeps. He hath boon com- panions in Suffering and Death. CoNaUEST [^Assuri/nglyl They are parasites. I like them no better than you. My chosen companions are Victory, Fame, and Wealth. EVEEYMAN I know them not, save Wealth slightly. He hath ever seemed cold and distant. Monarch But a true friend when thou hast won him over. Come. Conquest influences him greatly. Everyman But I must remain at home. I am pledged to the sweet maid. Peace. See, how modestly she awaits me. [Peace, who has entered with Everyman, trembles and anxiously gazes at hijn\ Monarch She will await thee always. Follow us ; then, when Fortune is thine, return to her. Fame and Wealth shall grace thy nuptials. Everyman [ Undecided] Thou almost persuadest me, Sire. Sweet Peace, wilt thou await me.'' Peace [SadlTf] I have ever awaited thee, Everyman. Everyman But wilt thou suffer me to leave for a short space ? Peace An thou truly lovedst me, thou couldst not pro- crastinate, Everyman [Eagerhj] I'll come back to thee. I swear it. Besides, I am commanded. 'Tis a war for posterity, for the Fatherland. Peace Think well. War hath grown new fangs and is more ravenous. Hast consulted Caution? 14 OBUerpman Militant Everyman [l7npatiently^ Caution is ever a wet blanket. The adviser of conservatives and do-nothings. Peace And of wise men. O Everyman, if thou lovest me, follow me. My dowry is such as War will never bring thee, my victories greater than War's. War but destroys the things I build. [Everyman is silent, undecided^ Conquest Peace, Thou'rt like a mother o'er prolific, And rearest chaff as well as golden grain. Couldst thou and War but strike a happy medium, A leasehold whereby both improve the land, Where thou couldst tend the tilling and the rearing And War root out the weakling and the weed ; Such bargain struck ordains naught but Pros- perity, And might through the survival of the Fit. Peace 'Tis but a dream. One cannot yoke the tiger Against the lamb and hope for unison. OBtJerpman Militant is Consult the Past. Such teaming ne'er showed profit, Nor can the Present change Heredity. '[Approaches mummy-case m corner^ Aye, hear the Past and know if Might escapeth The undertaker Time's embalming touch. [Opens case, disclosing The Past swathed in burial clothes^ The Past I am The Past ; my name is Ozymandias, Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair. Of me naught doth remain but broken sculpture, Decay, by Hist'ry barely kept alive. These scattered stones, once columns and grim battlements, Defying powerful Caesars — even Time. [Time in corner scowls^ These vast and trunkless figures in the desert, With visage buried half beneath the sand, Played false and hurled their builders to ob- livion. While on the sneering lips these words appear : " I am the Past ; my name is Ozymandias." Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair. Monarch strides to mummy-case and closes 16 OBDerpman Qiilitant Monarch The Past is dead. We deal but with The Present. Peace The Present, Time's companion, is the offspring And first-born of the Past. Give ear to him. lEnter The Present, a child. Time greets him and conducts him to the center^ The Present And I, The Present, born of vast experience, And sired by worthy stock, the ancient Past, Forsake ancestral ties to build the Future, Lest I become The Past, with empty hands. Did I enjoy the confidence of Future, Then were we able better to advise ; But always Future hath kept close-mouthed counsel. And leaveth tattling to the tell-tale Past. But ponder well, O Youth, o'er Hist'ry's scrip- tures ; Ere wielding steel, beware the Dragon's teeth; The womb of Earth has ne'er yet bare its con- queror, Nor conqueror but met his equal, Time. [Time proudly surveys his biceps. Ev- eryman is silent, still undecided^ OBtJerpman Militant i7 Vanity [To Monarch] I'll speak with Everyman. I'm never stronger Than, when disguised as Pride, I plead my case. Like Ovid's flea, I creep in every corner And sit upon his brow and rouse his ire; Or garbed as Envy, lean with hate of Mankind, I cannot eat and wish all food would rot. As Wrath, the Lion's whelp, I'm foe to Reason. With fangs unsheathed I seek an enemy. For lack of one I wound myself, embittered. Leave Everyman to me, his inner Lord. [To Everyman] Come, Everyman ; thy faintness ill befits thee. In Hist'ry's scroll thou'rt destined for a place. The World is thine an ye but reach to grasp it. Thou'rt Man, the noblest work of Heaven's chief. Thou know'st not Fear; 'tis foreign to thy makeup. Shall others hold what rightly should be thine? Another tills thy fields and drains thy cattle, And on thy very birthright fattens swine. To arms ! Such despots merit well thy anger. Come, deal the blow thy fathers never dealt. Unleash imprisoned Fury, loosen Vengeance. To arms ! Come, buckle on the leaded belt. [Hands Everyman a loaded cartridge helt'\ 18 OBUcrpman Militant Everyman Thou'rt right. The tools of War are more ap- propriate ; The tools of Peace await a later age. l^Throws doxnn hoe he has carried^ Lead, Sire ; I'll follow on tho' marked for slaughter ; The call of empire Everyman doth heed. Come, Conquest ; thou hast gained o'er Peace ascendance Thy bloody fields bear fruit more ripe than hers. I hold thee to thy promise ; show thy prowess ; Breathe life into the vivid scenes thou paint. [BiicKles on belt. Peace, burying her face in her hands, steps aside. Vanity is trvuTnphant] Conquest Have no fear, Everyman ; my victories shall be thine. IMONARCH [ Enthusias ticaUy ] Well spoken, faithful Servant. Thou art valiant. Defender of our honor and our shores, Whose empire, Ocean, and whose fame the heavens Alone shall bound; a worthy subject thou. OBiJerpman Q^ilitant i9 [Points to chart with drartm sword^ Dost see what great rewards await thy effort? New boundaries and fresh fields to rear thy kine ? A city here to pay thy levied tribute. A palace decked with priceless gems of art. A puny monarch here to hold for ransom. Here mines of gold and countless precious jewels. A proud race here soon subject to thy bidding; And on thy brow sweet Vict'ry's laurel crown. [Tears curtain from alcove, disclosing Wealth reclining on divan, fat and covered with jewelsl^ Wealth Yea, Everyman, is't not a wondrous vision, With Vernay INIartin background daubed in gold ? I'm Wealth, thy fondest dream, for thou art mortal. Piled high in bags and trussed in corners deep ; Doled out to some in mean and thrifty measure, And showered upon a certain favored few. Make Wealth thy friend, for even Fame and Honor Can ne'er provide thee comforts such as I. With Wealth thy friend such baubles can be purchased, 20 €Derpman g^ilitant And gates thou ne'er couldst enter be unlocked. He that once did spurn thee shall be menial, And humble be the Proud that once did mock. [Everyman approaches him eagerly^ Naj, Everyman, approach me not the closer. Wealth's not won by yearnings but by deeds, Both good or bad, — the source is immaterial. I shield the Wicked and protect the Good. Everyman [To all, eagerly^ Let us be off. [Monarch hands him rifle and bayonet. Everyman catches sight of Peace weep- ing silently^ Everyman [Tenderlyl Think not, sweet Peace, that thou art quite for- gotten. I seek for naught but thy aggrandizement. When things are done I'll hasten to enfold thee. Thou art True Love ; thee Everyman shall wed. Monarch [Impatiently^ What has Love to do with marriage. She was not present at my wedding. OBtJetpman Militant 21 Peace [Sadli/] Thy path is chosen, Everyman. I bid thee A sad farewell, but ere thou go take leave Of her whom once thou termed thy guiding angel. One stricken nigh to death by thy resolve. [^Assisting Conscience, who enters, frail and feeble^ Everyman [Approaching Conscience] Why, Conscience, what sorry plight is this ? Conscience (a beautiful woman) A sorry plight in truth ; thy weakened Con- science, No longer fit to mark the guiding path ; Once leader strong; by tempters now enfeebled, [Points to Monarch, Vanity, etc-l Dulled in brain and fit but for the tomb. And thou art he in whom I once triumphant Did reign and ever sov'reign laws impose; Whom once I held a friend to every creature And had betrothed to Peace, a priceless pearl. These palsied hands, these tott'ring limbs were strengthened, Could I reclaim thee ere thou tasteth Hell ; Sweet Peace, for thee I've struggled, but the Tempter 22 dBUerpman Militant l^Pomts to Wealth, wJio dangles ^excelled croxcn before Everyman's eyes^ O'er Everyman again hath cast his spell. Monarch Mind her not ; she's a jade by me abandoned. Peace [Leading Conscience aside^ Come, Conscience ; Faith and Hope have not deserted. Monarch More trouble makers, I ween. Who are Faith and Hope? Vanity [Deprecatingly^ Sisters of Charity, female Micawbers. Monarch [Advancing toward balcony'\ Enough. [On balconyl Let martial music rend the air. The banners wave on high; The paths of Glory wait our tread. For Fatherland or die. OBtjerpman Militant 23 \^MaAes sign over balcony. Blast of trumpets. Everyman and Vanity fol- low him^ Wealth I'll stay behind. I'm safer here as Minister of Armament. Vanity I'll go before. Disguised, I must invade the enemy else there'd be no war. l^Sound of church bells. All listenJi Monarch Stay, Comrades ; in our lust for things called temporal We've nigh forgot a most important rite: 'Tis Heaven's blessing on our host and armies. The Church hath ofttimes sanctioned Right of Might. [Approaches chapel door and opens it; enter The Church, clad in mitre and vestments. IVIonarch and Everyman fall on knees. Vanity remains stand- ing] Monarch IMighty Church, we've thrown the gage of battle ; Thy blessing on our arms ere we set forth. 24 dBUetpman Militant The Church [^With hand upraised} No more thy ally, Youth ; such things arc ended. But pastor, Avearied tending wayward sheep. What strange request is this, the Church's blessing And sanction as in niedia^^val Past Upon the bloody pacts of kings with Con- quest, My blessing on the hand that slays my flock.'* Time was when I allied myself with Conquest. Men said, " The end did justify the means." Time was when I did ask the Guiding Spirit To lead the host arrayed in its defense. Why ask the Church, divorced from all thy councils, The ally of Good-Will and Peace toward Man, To offer up such sacrificial tribute, A prostitute before thy bloody clan? Blasphemer, make not light of Heaven's bounty ; The day of bristling steel shall soon be o'er ; The sword into the ploughshare shall be beaten, When it hath stricken him who maketh war. The Church and Peace shall ever be triumphant, And sorely wounded Conscience raise her head ; And Everyman shall reap that which he sow- eth. My blessing.'' Nay; such sacrilege is dead. [Monarch is for the moment bewildered] OBiJetpman Qiilitant 25 Vanity [Talcing Jiim hy the arm] Come, heed him not. And thou, too, Every- man. He is Superstition disguised to frighten us. Think of what awaits. Everything is prepared. Our armies are invincible. Monarch [Pulling himself together^ Then is war inevitable. [Beckons Everyman to follow^ [Soimd of trumpets. Banners pass be- neath the balcony. Monarch and Con- quest with drawn swords, and Every- man with rifle, exeunt proudly. Peace, Conscience, and The Church look sadly after them'\ curtain ACT II IN WHICH EVERYMAN WIELDETH THE SWORD Scene: A meadoxe. In the background a distant city. On the left a smouldering camp- fire. At right a gigantic siege-gun, partly covered with tarpaulin. Discovered : Time asleep by campfire, head in hands. The tarpaulin rustles and War emerges, seated on gun. War What ho, good Time. Bestir thyself and greet thy old friend, War. I've come to shake thee up a bit. Time \^As though dreaming^ Begone, thou Son of Hell, thou murderous night- mare. Spoil not my dreams, for dreams are all I've left. War \Laughvng'\ Ah, Time, thy dream-castles ever totter. And thy latest creation, the Palace at The 26 OBVJerpman Q^ilitant 27 Hague, what a pity ! 'Twas a work of art, but thou didst build it on the sands. Time [Dreaming^ " And they shall beat their swords into plough- shares and their spears into pruning- hooks — " War [Roaring with laughter'\ Ho, ho. " And nation shall not rise against na- tion, nor shall men know war any more." Come, Time, thou'rt not original. I've heard those lines before. Time \_Ruhbing his ei/es'] Ho, hum. What a dream. I've had another fifteen minutes in the Millennium. Now for a step backward into Civilization. {^Catches sight of War] So, 'tis really thou, is it? Thou with thy brain- spattering art. I might have known as much from a sight of thy chariot. War {^Slapping gun barrel'^ How like you it? 'Tis my new 1914 model. I've done with scythed chariots. 28 OBtJerpman Militant Time I'll admit thoirrt up to date. War One's calling's oft proclaimed by one's com- panions. An' this be so, my friend proclaims me War. \^Slaps gun agarn] Man's Court of Last Resort from Earth's in- ception, And Justice, Lord Supreme, where Might pre- vails ; The source of Power of all thy Christian na- tions ; The Sting whereby Mohammed holds his own ; The Antidote 'gainst over-population; A sure specific for Senility. {To audience^ Nay, be not harsh. I hear thy muffled whispers ; Forget not ; all thy greatness came from me. Decry me not. See. Yonder sits a soldier, And there a man who fashions armor-plate. Be gracious unto one who crushed the serpent, Whose tyrant coils enwrapt thy liberty. 'Tis true, I have most unattractive friendships In Pestilence, the Fire-God, and in Death. But War, like Politics, creates strange bed- mates. (B'otxymm Militant 29 Why, these three worthies oft are seen with Peace. Besides, am I not Everyman's creation? The natural sequence of his jealous wrath? This plaything here is not of my invention. 'Tis Everyman who plans these tools of Death. Arraign me not, but seek first his indictment. I'm War, but blameless of my bloody acts. Time Thy blood relations, Murder, Lust and Pillage, Have rendered thy defense a sorry task. Red as thou art with slaughter, new from battle, The realms fore-doomed by thee shall curse thy name. E'en when thy steaming stench of carnage endeth. And when thy crackling flames in ashes die, Thou'rt not content but, hand in hand, with Conquest, Sit back and threat the World with fresh alarms. War [Carelesshjl Perhaps thou'rt right, but yonder comes my genius. The Monarch, and while such as he exist My days shall ne'er be numbered, nor my cannon Be beaten into puny tools of Peace. 30 OBtJetpman Militant Time [Resu7nmg place in back of fire^ I fear thou'rt right. ^Enter Monarch zvith Conquest, Left Caution, a sentinel, paces to and fro in hacTiground^ Monarch How goes it, Caution. Is all well ? Caution All quiet, Sire, but never well till Fury Hath gorged herself and chained the beasts of War. [War smiles sile?2tlyj Monarch Mayhap. Be watchful ; keep thy vigil bravely. For Everyman hath loosed his brother's wrath. Ye Gods, what naked hate thou breedest. Con- quest. What damned Lust thy enterprise exhales. Conquest Mind not the thorn but seek the rose it fosters. Was ever Triumph gained without the pang? OBtjerpman Qiilitant 3i Monarch 'Tis true. A prize unearned is one unsweet- ened; The obstacle but makes the goal worth while. I'm with thee, Conquest. I have signed thy compact. My benefits are greater far than thine. Conquest Did I not promise thee a valiant ally In Everyman when thou hadst stirred his soul.? Didst mark him in his drunken battle-triumph.? Didst note the froth of madness on his lips ? Commend him on his valor, praise his courage, And tender him yon little cross of iron. 'Tis cheap. Thy foundries turn them by the millions, And Vanity hath told him they are gold. Monarch Leave that to me, Conquest. Beguiling Every- man is Royalty's most serious duty. Else how would we wear crowns ? Time {^Chuckling Imlf audihly'\ In faith, I've seen them broken. 32 OBt^etpman Q^ilitant Conquest Already have thy lands increased in measure. Keep Everyman cheered up and thou'lt be Emperor in truth. Monarch Strange dreams assailed my brain this morn ere waking, Suggesting penalties for broken faith. An outraged world did rise in flaming anger To kindle vengeance for a treaty spurned. But, bah ! I cast them off as silly phantoms. Have I not Heaven's sanction as my guide? Could all this greatness spring from eartlily sources ? Can Conscience trouble him of seed divine? Conquest Fear not. Conscience goeth not to war. Her place is not on the battle-field. But see, the warrior approaches. Remember he doth feed on flattery. [Enter Everyman exultingly, wiping his bloody sword on a torn cavalry guidon^ Everyman O Sire, this day hath been a day of glory. And victory crowns our arms on every side. The stricken foe hath lost full twice the measure OBtJerpman Militant 33 Of precious ground he won but j^esterday. See, here's a pennant wrested from his guidon, Its bearer — Saints — was but a stripling youth. Ye Gods, how he did 'still within them courage Which ne'er forsook till I had hewed him down. E'en then he raised his voice above the cannon In fierce command that they surmount the crest, I hushed him with this blade ; then fickle Fortune Seemed pleased and tossed the wreath of Vic- tory. Monarch 'Twas well done, Everyman. Thou dost thy Monarch honor. Come forward. He will grace thee fittingly. [Everyman comes forward. Monarch pi/ns cross upon his breast. Everyman [Falling on his knees, kisses the feet of Monarch] O Sire, thou'rt good to Everyman. This honor I'll repay upon the field. [Rises^ Conquest And how likst thou War now, Everyman ? 34 OBtJerpman Qiilitant Everyman 'Tis glorious. [War, on cannon, sUently chuckles^ Conquest, thou art man's true leader, Thy trade hath fascinations I'd ne'er dreamed. Time [Half audibly^ Thou'rt yet in thy apprenticeship. Monarch Everyman, art thou still fit? I have more am- bition for thee. Another race must thou conquer ere my divinity is proven. Time [Half audibly^ Strange how they all fall for the Divinity stuff. I warned Ramcses about that. Everyman [Proudly and boastfullyl Fit.'* Yea, Sire, I crave another foeman. The very hour I've finished him out there. This battle-lust hath gripped me by the vitals And nourished strength I knew not I possessed. Monarch Another race, a damned one, hath risen. To aid the foe and compass our defeat, — OBtjerpman Qiilitam 35 A haughty race deserving our just hatred, Though ruled by sons of our own radiant House ; A race whose power at sea hath rarely suffered, Whose might I have decreed shall be destroyed. See; yonder battle-lines and deep-dug trenches Encircle legions of this Lion's horde, — Each one a whelp to whom we'll show small mercy Until our culture hath improved his ways. Vanity [^Who has entered behind Everyman] Hark, Everyman. Thy Monarch speaks of culture. Thy progress shall be felt in every land. Thy learned brain hath rendered thee all-power- ful. From thee shall light spring forth on darkened clouds. Everyman Fear not, Sire, Everyman shall not be wanting, 'Tis Destiny that Everyman doth heed. This outcast race I'll hate with all thy loathing. Its death-song shall we chant ere I have done. But list, Sire, for my tale is not yet ended ; Another gory chapter must unfold: 36 OBtjerpman Militant A tale of Duty's power o'er finer feelings, A tale of Duty done at fearful cost. The tide of battle ebbed and raced like Ocean Beneath the baleful rays of war-like moons, When, taking it upon a favored moment. We topped the crest and rolled the foeman back Within his forts beyond a town abandoned By all save one whose valor cost us dear. This was no cuirassier in burnished helmet, No grenadier with basket primed with death, No veteran grinding hellish mitrailleuses ; Give car : it was a childish, smiling maid. The city taken, we could press no further; From out the skies there rained a molten blast As though unfriendly angels marked our prog- ress And planned the course of brazen thunderbolts. The traitor-hunt began. We ransacked steeples. And even razed the towers designed for God. No traitor did we find, but this lone maiden. Who stayed behind when stronger ones had fled, And from her attic casement flaunted signals That told off many score of us for death. Wak [Sternly'] You did not spare her? My laws are strict on that point. (BtJetpman Qiilitant 37 Monarch [ Threateningly^ Speak, Everyman, speak up. You did not spare her? Remember: our existence over all. Everyman Nay, Sire, I did not spare her, though Compas- sion Forbade that I should look upon her face. She stood against a wall and met her portion As calmly as the Maid of Old Orleans. And Conscience hath not troubled me about her, I did but loose her from a world of pain ; Though, Sire, had I possessed this Cross at yester, 'Twould grace that maiden's breast in dead Dolhain. War Well done, Everyman. An Death forbear a while, I'll make thee general. Time In faith, I've lost respect for Herod. He was a piker. Everyman But Sentiment, like Conscience, hath no stand- ing 38 (Otjerpman Q^ilitant In any court where gory War's enthroned. Away with both. They're stumblmg-blocks to Glory And Wealth. Hurrah, at last Wealth is my friend. He beckons me from cities marked for pillage, And dangles princely ransoms 'fore my eyes ; I've seen him in cathedral halls and cloisters. And gleaned his jewels from bloody altar-cloths. Vanity {^Stepping forzmrd in Satanical cap and feather^ A worthy pupil, Everyman. Thy boldness does me proud. Monarch [Shocked] Can this be Vanity.'* Nay, thou art the Devil. Vanity [Smiling] I am both, though more at home in the latter role. I'd ask thee a question. Monarch What is thy question.'' OBDerpman Q^ilitant 39 Vanity What meanest thou by this " Heaven on my side " attitude ? Is there no credit due me, the Devil? Monarch Nay, I know thee not. Turn from him, Every- man. Vanity Turn from me who inspireth his courage? Let him dare. Am I not right, Everyman? Everyman [Hesitafinglij^ I — I believe thou art. Vanity Thy Heaven generally favors the heaviest ar- tillery and, because thou hast it, forget not who prompted its manufacture. Monarch And who was he? Vanity 'Twas I, the Devil, Is it not Hell's machinery? Come, a spade's a spade. Why, War's the only trade at which Heaven and I can work in harmony. 40 OBtJerpman Militant Monarch Sh-h, ere thou unncrvest Everyman. Only hush and I'll give thee thy due. Vanity 'Tis something I seldom receive. Time [Shak'mg Ms head^ Same old Devil. Vanity And now to business. Everyman, thou hast but to follow me and possess the World. Everyman [Proudly^ I am the World. Vanity And the women. What of them.'' Everyman Are they not mine? I have possessed them. Vanity Thy brother's sisters, yes. [Rubbing his hands^ (BUtymm Militant 4i Ah, thou art a true disciple of mine. [^The muffled beat of drums is heard^ Everyman [Startled] I like not that sound. [All listen fearfully] Monarch Nor I. Caution, who goes there.'' Caution [Presenting arms] 'Tis Death. Everyman [Fearsomely] He — he hath no business with me. Time [Smiling] Thou forgettest ; he is thy executor. He'll set- tle thy worldly affairs. [Drum-heats approach] Monarch Stop him, he hath an ill effect on Everyman's morale. 42 OBtJetpman Militant Time Nay ; like me, thou canst not stop him. \_All are awed] [Enter Death, preceded by two drum- mer s~\ Everyman [Fearfully] Away, Death. I'll none of thee. My mission is not finished. Death My business is with unfinished missions. Did Everyman finish his mission, then should I cease to exist. Monarch But I had not counted on thy coming. Death Thou art like Everyman. Everyman Death, I'll buy thee off. See; Wealth is my friend. Stand by me, Wealth. [Enter Wealth] OBtJetpman Militant 43 Wealth Aye, Ever3'man, thou hast won me as a friend. I'll stand by thee in all thy worldly trou- bles. Death Did I set store by gold and silver, then might I possess the World. Nay, Everyman, I care not for Wealth. Wealth {^Shaking in the Jcnees^ Nor I for Death, Everyman. I'll stand by, honor, and shield thee in life, but not be- yond. Nay, I'll not lie down in the grave with thee. [Wi:ALTH shrinks in background^ Everyman [Shuddering^ But, Death, I do not deserve this visit. I am yet of use in the World. I have Good- Deeds in my favor. I'll call on them to defend me. Good-Deeds, O my Good- Deeds, stand by me. [He listens^ A weak voice [In the distance^ O Everyman, I cannot come to thy aid. Thy 44 dBtjerpman Militant sins have sorely bound me. I am too weak. I faint. Everyman [ Despairingly ] Death, thou comest when I least expected thee. Shall I not see the sweet maid Peace again .'' Death Why didst thou leave her? Everyman [Pointing to Monarch, War, and Con- quest] 1 left her at the bidding of these good gentle- men. Death [To the others^ Ah, thou art indeed my good friends. How can I repay thee? Monarch Give us Everyman yet a while. Death I have not come for Everyman but for the brothers he hath sent me. Him I but warn. [Everyman sighs in relief] OBDerpman Militant 45 On yonder field in bodies torn and shapeless, In living flesh and shattered gaping skulls. In mangled heaps of what was once God's like- ness. The souls of men, impatient, wait my rounds. No fear of Death pervades these anguished faces. But fear lest Death, in haste, shall pass them by. No prayer for Life these bloody lips do mum- ble. But curses on the tardiness of Death. Is this my work.? Nay, even Death doth shud- der At sight of things Death never meant should be. The very worms of Earth robbed of their plun- der. Thy Saviour's image stuffed in buzzard's craws. Is such my work. Nay, Death would fain touch lightly The fevered brows of greybeards in their beds Than haunt the slaughter-pens where ye do bat- tle And wrest from carrion-crows the lives of men. Upon this Earth, his own, a wise Creator Allotted unto each a mortal thread. And thou, with vandal hands, have dared de- stroy it. Or, failing that, to snarl and twist the strand. 46 OBtJerpman Q^ilitant Beware. The gory blades that wreak thy anger Upon a weakened brother may revolt, And summon Death to thee in form most hideous, Who on his fellow loosed the thunderbolt. [Everyman, fearfully, steps back, stag- gering^ [Monarch presses vial to his lipsl^ Remember, Everyman, when next I greet thee, I'll tap thee on the shoulder. Make thy peace. [Eait Death, followed hy drummers'\ Everyman \^Gasping'\ Saints, 'twas a close call. He — he stretched a bony hand and almost touched me. Monarch Aye, but thou art alive and well to fight an- other day. Pull thyself together. Come, Fame and Fortune still becken thee on- ward. Everyman 'Twas a nasty blow. [He straightens up'\ But, thanks to thee, I'm well once more. I'll forget him. He missed me. OBtJetpman Militant 47 Vanity An thou yearnest for revenge I'll show thee the way. Everyman [Bristling^ That I do. Where is my enemy? Vanity [Adjusting his Satanical cap'\ Gaze on the towered peaks of yonder city, Each one a citadel whereon thy foe Stands guard and mocks thy vain attempts to bait him And hurls foul insults on thy manly race. And yon cathedral spires that pierce the Heavens Are raised in sacrilege to thine own God, And bishops chant and pray to him, thy cham- pion. That they be spared the justice of thy wrath. Monarch Then shall we terminate his damned existence Who spits his filth upon a better breed. Who dares invoke the aid of our defender. To arms. Hew down this noxious poisoned weed. 48 OBVJerpman ©ilitant Conquest Well spoken. Come. 'Tis time for pressing action. The rainbow's end lies there. A rich reward. War " To arms." A magic phrase. Unsheathe thy weapons, Turn loose these mighty engines. See, they're charged, — Each monstrous belly weighted with destruc- tion. Come, seize the lanyard, start my merry play. [War holds out lanyard, offering it to Everyman] Monarch [To Everyman] Everyman, to post ; begin the action. Thy target's yon cathedral; bring it down With all its cursed mob of unbelievers And sanctuary-seekers ; raze the town. [Everyman hesitates a Tnoment'\ Everyman [Fearfulhj^ But, Sire, 'tis God's own house. OBDerpman Q^ilitant 49 MONAECH [Ster7il2^1l My will be done. Make ready. [Everyman takes lanyard gingerly from War, who smiles gloatingly^ Fire. [^The huge gun is discharged into the sky. All follozc with their gaze its fiery arc in the skies. It descends. A distant roar is heard. The cathedral topples and lurid flames burst forth from the ruins^ [Everyman hides his face in horror^ War [^Ecstatically^ A wondrous effect. Monarch [Loudly li Victory. Evei'yman, thou art a glorious war- rior, Everyman [Horror-strickenl^ Look. [Conscience is seen rising from the flames in background^ [Everyman falls on his knees in remorse^ 50 OBUerpman Q^ilitant Conscience [Sternlyl Aye, look ; for I am Conscience, the Avenger, And Everyman's confessor ere he dies. His palsied frame e'er grovels in my presence, The Priestess unto whom he never lies. Monarch Mind her not, Everyman. I warned thee of her. Conscience And who art thou that dares make light of Conscience? Before whom thou, too, yet shall bend the knee. Who takes in partnership thy God, thy Maker, And then destroys his house, his Earthy See.'' [Monarch is silent^ To Everyman is given power of Reason, And Everyman discerneth Right and Wrong, Yet plungeth shoulder-deep into damnation If Vanity but offer him a song. Give heed, thou fool who searcheth in War's haystack ; The needle, Fame, no longer there exists. The laurel wreath of Glory crowns the Peaceful, Not him who seekcth it in bloody lists. The youth whose pennant dangles from thy buckler Thy brother was, by thee in anger killed. dBtJerpman Qiilitant si [Everyman is horror-struck^ The Martyr Maid of Dolhain was thy sister ; Yon blackened heath, the fields thine oxen tilled. Everyman [^Raising his hands to Heaven^ O God, what have I done? CURTAIN ACT III IN WHICH EVERYMAN LAYETH DOWN THE SWORD Scene: Everyman's dooryard. In the background his house, a blackened ruin. Be- fore it a few charred tree-stumps. One small pear-tree remains. A lonely pear dangles from its branches. On the right a broken shrine. Discovebeb : Time adding finishing touches to the scene. He disarranges one last stone, then wearily mops his brow. He seats himself on a stone in the background. Time 'Tls done. Once more the final scene's com- pleted, Ye Gods, how oft I've set it up before. The end of Everyman's grim martial drama. The hackney'd Finis to a tragic plot. [^He again surveys the scene^ Nay, there's something wrong about the pic- ture, 52 Ctjerpman Militant 53 An atom of Prosperity remains. \^He arises, plucks the pear, and after con- templating it a moment, crushes it under his heeV] Thou'lt never do. E'en thy minute sugges- tion Belies the " Atmosphere " and cramps War's style. \^He catches sight of a little flower at his feet] And, as I live, a daisy dares to blossom ; Begone ; thou'rt unconventional ; what nerve ! IHe crushes the flower under his heel] Who dared plant thee? Why, War's our land- scape artist. \^He picks up an unexploded shell and pours a few shrapnel balls from it] Thou never sprang from these, his favored seeds. {He turns and contemplates shell] And Thou ! I knew thy stony-hearted forbears, Ten thousand years before thy hellish birth, Conceived in slings like that of holy David, And, like thee, wrought to desolate all Earth. Thy fathers, harnessed back in mighty engines. Did oft crash vainly 'gainst the city wall ; But thou, resistless in thy shrieking onslaught, Thou art the biggest devil of them all. J[He ca^ts the shell away in disgust] 54 €Uetpman Militant Ah, Everyman, why pick and choose kings when thou wert born one? [Then looking off to leftl Ha ! The players approach. Some of me must elapse. [Seats himself on a stone in rear^ [Enter War, folloxced hy Everyman. War walks proudly while Everyman, ragged and with battered cuirass, walks with faltering steps^ War And now I'll take my leave of thee, Everyman. Thou hast been a worthy disciple. [Everyman looks at him blankly^ And fortunate, too, thou art safe and sound. [Everyman stares at his rags and feels of himself^ New realms have I gained for thee and thy Monarch. Everyman But where are they? War Doubtless thy Monarch holds them in trust for thee. [Everyman shrugs his shoulders^ And I have eained for thee honor. OBtJerpman Militant 55 Everyman Aye, and a twisted leg. War [^Pointing at the tattered laurel hanging from Everyman's brow^ And see ; thou hast the laurel-wreath of Fame. Everyman [Untwisting it from his head] And can I eat it,'' I am hungry. War [^Half audibly] Everyman is growing wiser. I must take care lest I grow unpopular. [Aloud] Oh, thou shalt be fed. Thy Monarch will look after thee. [Everyman looks dubious] Farewell, brother. Thou art safely home. Good-day. Everyman [Looking around him] Nay, thou art mistaken. This is not home. [He looks around him bewildered] 56 OBtJerpman Militant War [Half audibly and nervously, surveying scene^ I fear I have overdone this scene. I must abate my methods somewhat. [Then hurriedly^ It is thy home, Everyman. Farewell. [Exit War, at left~\ Everyman [Looking in dismay at the ruins. He is speechless for a few moments^ This — my home ^ That I left so beautiful and bright? [He wanders among the ruins^ INIy home, where I left the sweet maid. Peace, with all her youth and beauty ? And yon- der blackened stumps my orchard, that Peace kept so blooming? O Peace, Peace, where art thou? A WEAK VOICE [In the distance^ Everyman, O Everyman, I hear thee, but am faint. I've waited for thee. Everyman [Distractedly'\ Speak again, Peace. I must find thee. The voice Here, Everyman. I'm coming. lEnter Peace, worn and weartf. TJiey embrace^ Peace Everyman, I cannot speak for joy. Thou hast come back again. Everyman Peace, thou art a faithful maid. Peace 1 waited on thy threshold till they drove me off. Then, an exile, I wandered over the Earth in search of thee. And, now that I have found thee, wilt thou never leave me again? [Fervently'] Never, never. Everyman Time [With an impatient gesture] Old stuff, old stuff. Peace And thou, too, art weary and worn.'' aBUerpman Q^ilitant Everyman [ Unenfhusiasticalli/^ Yes. But see, here is fame. [He holds up the laurel-wreath] Peace [Dubiously/ surveying his raitnent] And Wealth.'' Did he accompany thee back.'' Everyman [Strivijig to hide his ragsli He, — he is somewhat tardy, but fear not ; I have won him over. Besides, have I not fought for and won an empire.'' [Peace silently surveys the scene] And have I not builded another kingdom.'' Peace [Sadly] And tumbled thine own house down. Everyman But Wealth will build me another. Peace [Sadly] When he comes. dBUetpman Militant 59 Everyman Nay, be not so disheartening. I am sure of it. My Monarch has promised he will come. Peace And will he people it with thy brothers and sisters.'' Everyman [Soberly^ Peace, thou hast touched a tender chord. Come, let us look inside. l^Dubiousli/^ There is a chance. [Peace remains silent^ Everyman Thou art strangely silent. — I am fright- ened. — Come, the door's ajar; let us look. Peace [Anxiousli/'\ Nay. I beseech thee, go no nearer. It is too late. [ImploringlT/^ I beg of thee, Everyman. Come with me. Leave these ruins. See, all is not lost. 60 OBVierpman Qiilitant \^She unknots her kerchief and displays some seed^ We'll begin anew. These are my seedlings, and they shall bring thee forth a mighty harvest. I implore thee, enter not there. The planting is o'er and none is left save the reaping. Everyman [Impetuously^ Stay me not. I shall enter. [He rushes toward the door. Peace buries her face in her hands. Ere he reaches the door it swings open and Famine appears on the threshold. Everyman staggers back^ Everyman Why, Famine, what doest thou here.'' I — I thought thee on the battlefield. Famine I came here first. Thou hadst left the door open. Everyman [I ndignantly^ Thou hast no right here. OBtjetpman Q^ilitant 6i Famine {^Smiling grimly^ " Women and children first." I am chivalrous if nothing else. Everyman [Angrily^ Get thee gone, that I may undo thy fiendish work. Wealth, where art thou.'' Come, drive this wolf away. Famine [LaugTimg'\ Ha, ha! 'Tis ludicrous. Wealth hath not been seen in these parts for many a day. Everyman Get thee gone, I say. Famine [Stepping fortJi] My work is finished. I'll oblige thee. Nay, do not threaten. I may return to thee. [Everyman has followed him with hamd upraised'\ Everyman [Turning hacTc to cottage^ Then shall I strive to undo thy devil's work. 62 OBtJetpman Qiilitant Famine ^As he makes exit, with a hearty laugh^ Beware another on the threshold. [Everyman rushes for the door, and as he reaches it Pestilence appears on the threshold^ Pestilence [^Extending his hand^ Greetings, Everyman. I am Pestilence. Wouldst shake me by the hand? Everyman [^Shriiiking back in horror^ Nay, I'll none of thee, Pestilence. In the name of Heaven, what doest thou here? Pestilence [^Pointing after Famine] I but complete my brother's work. We labor as one. Surely thou saw us in the camps. Everyman Thy place is in the camps, not in the home. Pestilence My place is where thy fevered rage doth seek me. OBuerpman Q^ilitant 63 Thy angry sword doth also cleave my path. Our trades are like, though thou art my su- perior. I seek but those who've 'scaped thy warrior's wrath. Thy powers have earned my everlasting envy. Thy daily toll is greater far than mine. Where killing's to be done I'm still a novice, I'll trade thee methods ; Death e'er favors thine. Everyman Begone, thou devil. I'll not rival thee. Pestilence That I shall, but tell me first where War has gone. I must follow him. Everyman [Angrili/^ To perdition for all I care. I'm done with him. [Time leans back in disgust^ Pestilence Then shall I follow Famine. [Extending his hand in derision^ Farewell, thou fool. [Exit Pestilence, following Famine] OBtjerpman q^ilitant Everyman He called me fool. Me, the Empire Builder. Peace Thou wert too trusting. Everyman [^Starting again for his door^ What hath he left me? Peace [In frenzied voice, and barring the way^ Nay, I forbid it. There is one in there who is thy master. Everyman And who is my master, but the God who hath forsaken me.^* A voice [From within^^ Blasphemer, I, too, am thy master. Everyman [Horror-strickeTi] Death ! [Then to Peace] dBtJerpman Militant 65 Didst hear? I — I dare not enter. [Distractedli/^ Who is there who will help me? O Wealth, why hast thou forsaken me? Thou who canst drive away all troubles, even Death. Death [Fro7« within^ Nay, Everyman, Wealth is my friend. He oft provides me with a handsome shroud. Everyman Then is there no one? Surely I deserve not such retribution. What of my Good- Deeds ? Peace [Sadli/] Ah, Everyman, Good-Deeds fled at the ap- proach of Passion. [The sound of a trumpet is heard] Everyman {^With sudden joyousness] Then here is one who will help me. Behold, my Monarch approaches. He, at least, is in my debt. [Everyman and Peace give way as Mon- arch enters, Left, preceded by Vanity, 66 O^uerpman g^ilitant both on ricJily caparisoned horses. They do not notice Everyman, xeho fol- lows them crying.^ Sire, dost not know me? It Is I, Everyman, who calls thee. [Vanity and the Monarch half] Vanity [Adjusting a monocle^ Who is this person who rudely calls us? Everyman 1 am Everyman, thy strong right arm. Monarch Why, so thou art. What dost thou here? Everyman 'Tis my home. Look upon it. Vanity \^Snohhishly^ 'Tis a sorry place. Everyman Pity, Sire. I am in want. Famine and Pes- tilence have tried me sorely. OBtJerpman Militant 67 Monarch The results of thy war, Everyman. See, my purse is sadly depleted too. Everyman 'Twas thy war, Sire, and I aided thee mightily in it. Alms, I beg of thee ; alms. Monarch [Righteously^ Nay, 'Twas not of my seeking. Thy hot blood demanded it. Vanity [Half audiblu^ In faith, I had a hand in it myself. Everyman [Pleadingly^ O Sire, I beseech thee, grant at least a part of my promised reward. Monarch Thou art ungrateful, Everyman. The cross upon thy breast, the wreath upon they head: are they not a bountiful reward? I'll be still more generous with thee. There is to be feasting in the castle-square this night. Thou mayst attend and sing 68 OBtJerpman Militant in honor of my victories. Verily, I be- lieve thou art becoming avaricious. lExit MoNAECH and Vanity] Everyman [Beating his breasfl Forsaken. Even he upon whom honors I heaped with reckless hand hath passed me by. Forsaken. Even he whose jeweled scepter Came from these stricken hands doth now reject The former champion of his very birthright, The staunch defender of his majesty. " A fool," the proverb saith, " who trusts in princes." Thrice fool is he who raiseth o'er him kings. \^He surveys his ruined home^ And this, the gratitude of faithless monarchs. This, the harvest reaped by War's fell scythe. The fields of youth plowed up by murd'rous engines. Then sowed with skulls of mangled harmless babes. \^He holds forth his hands^ The guilt's mine too. My breast's laid bare for Vengeance. Already Conscience's blade hath pierced me here. With sight of drowning mothers thrusting in- fants OBtJerpman Militant 69 Aloft for one last gurgling draught of air. [Conscience appears at left^ Conscience Nor have I finished yet with thee, poor mortal ; Thy meed of unction hath not yet been served. Such pictures shall I paint while thou art ex- tant; Perhaps they'll right a path that tends to swerve. To Everyman I say, " Offend not Conscience, Whose inquest searcheth through with piercing eye, And bares the hidden tumor whose existence A thousand lying tombstones may deny." [Everyman hides his face in anguish^ Everyman Conscience, thou art right. I reap the whirl- wind. Before thee, freely, I acknowledge all. Is refuge to be found in expiation? Will scores be balanced when this blade shall fall.? [Everyman Jwlds dagger aloft^ Conscience Art thou not sated yet with scenes of blood- shed.'' 70 OBtJerpman Militant Wouldst add the crime of cowardice to thy list? Seek sohice on this Earth which thou hast black- ened. Remember Hope remains where Life exists. Everyman {^Despairingly^ But where? Conscience Look to the sweet maid, Peace, for future guidance. Her fields have ever borne the sweetest fruits. Nor call on worldly aids which ever fail thee, Forget not One who ne'er forgetteth thee. [Peace points to shrine on the right^ Everyman [Cowering in terror^ Nay, nay ; I cannot. I have blasphemed. Peace As have others. ' Everyman [Hesitating'] But I have destroyed his house. I have cast out Belief. CUetpman Militant 7i Peace Thou canst not. [.4 shaft of brilliant light illumines the shrine. Everyman, bewildered, casts aside his sword and kneels before the shrine^ Time [^After a momenfs stretching^ Ever the last resort. Peace [^Assisting Everyman to rise^ Come, Everyman, thou art mine again. {^Exeunt Everyman and Peace on right. Death appears on the threshold, con- templates them for a moment, then with a sinile he inverts his hour-glass, and folloxvs slowly after'\ [Time arises and picks up Everyman's sword. He contemplates if] Time I'll preserve this ; Everyman will be after it again. \^He slowly proceeds to the right and draws the curtain'\ CURTAIN LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 01 5 937 854 8 #,