Episode 43: from The Masque of Pandora
from THE MASQUE OF PANDORA
by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Section 8: In the Garden
Epimetheus
The storm is past, but it hath left behind it
Ruin and desolation. All the walks
Are strewn with shattered boughs; the birds are silent;
The flowers, downtrodden by the winds, lie dead;
The swollen rivulet sobs with secret pain;
The melancholy reeds whisper together
As if some dreadful deed has been committed
They dare not name, and all the air is heavy
With unspoken sorrow! Premonitions,
Foreshadowings of some terrible disaster
Oppress my heart. Ye Gods, avert the omen!
Pandora, coming from the house.
O Epimetheus, I no longer dare
To lift mine eyes to thine, nor hear thy voice,
Being no longer worthy of thy love.
Epimetheus
What hast thou done?
Pandora
Forgive me not, but kill me.
Epimetheus
What hast thou done?
Pandora
I pray for death, not pardon.
Epimetheus
What hast thou done?
Pandora
I dare not speak of it.
Epimetheus
Thy pallor and thy silence terrify me!
Pandora
I have brought wrath and ruin on thy house!
My heart hath braved the oracle that guarded
The fatal secret from us, and my hand
Lifted the lid of the mysterious chest!
Epimetheus
Then all is lost! I am indeed undone.
Pandora
I pray for punishment, and not for pardon.
Epimetheus
Mine is the fault, not thine. On me shall fall
The vengeance of the Gods, for I betrayed
Their secret when, in evil hour, I said
It was a secret; when, in evil hour,
I left thee here alone to this temptation.
Why did I leave thee?
Pandora
Why didst thou return?
Eternal absence would have been to me
The greatest punishment. To be left alone
And face to face with my own crime, had been
Just retribution. Upon me! ye Gods,
Let all your vengeance fall!
Epimetheus
On thee and me,
I do not love thee less for what is done,
And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness
Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth
My love will have a sense of pity in it,
Making it less a worship than before.
Pandora
Pity me not; pity is degradation.
Love me and kill me.
Epimetheus
Beautiful Pandora!
Thou art a Goddess still!
Pandora
[No.] I am a woman;
And the insurgent demon in my nature,
That made me brave the oracle, revolts
At pity and compassion. Let me die;
What else remains for me?
Epimetheus
Youth, hope, and love;
To build a new life on a ruined life,
To make the future fairer than the past,
And make the past appear a troubled dream.
Even now in passing through the garden walks
Upon the ground I saw a fallen nest
Ruined and full of rain; and over me
Beheld the uncomplaining birds already
Busy in building a new habitation.
Pandora
Auspicious omen!
Epimetheus
May the Eumenides
Put out their torches and behold us not,
And fling away their whips and scorpions
And touch us not.
Pandora
Me let them punish.
Only through punishment of our evil deeds,
Only through suffering, are we reconciled
To the immortal Gods and to ourselves.
Chorus of the Eumenides
Never shall souls like these
Escape the Eumenides,
The daughters dark of Acheron and Night!
Unquenched our torches glare,
Our scourges in the air
Send forth prophetic sounds before they smite.
Never by lapse of time
The soul defaced by crime
Into itself returns again;
For every guilty deed
Holds in itself the seed
Of retribution and undying pain.
Never shall be the loss
Restored, till Helios
Hath purified them with his heavenly fires;
Then what was lost is won,
And the new life begun,
Kindled with nobler passions and desires.
