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IE DRAWING OF THE SWORD

A PAGEANT FOR
THE PRESENT HOUR




THE
DRAWING OF THE SWORD

A PAGEANT
FOR THE PRESENT HOUR

BY
THOMAS WOOD STEVENS




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COPYRIGHT 191 7
BY THOMAS WOOD STEVENS

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NOTE

THIS work (which is perhaps technically within the class-
ification of a masque rather than a pageant), was prepared
for the celebration, at Carnegie Institute of Technology, of
the day of Registration, June fifth, 1917. It represents an
eflFort to dramatize broadly the purposes of the Allied Nations,
and to provide a practicable and dignified medium for the
expression of community feeling about the war. It is in-
tended primarily for performance, and has already repeatedly
met this test. It is now published for the convenience of those
engaged in further productions, and as a suggestion to workers
in the field of pageantry.

As originally produced by the Department of Dramatic
Arts of the Carnegie Institute of Technology, under the
direction of Mr. B. Iden Payne, the performance was given
in the open air with about one hundred and fifty participants.
The numbers in the groups may easily be augmented. The
setting is simple and formal, and is not changed during the
action. The costuming is symbolic and decorative, no effort
being made to hold it within any one period. The vital
effects are those of the speaking voice, and care should be
taken by producers in the selection of voices and the reading
of the words.

The cast of characters of the original production, sub-
sequently repeated in the Soldiers Memorial for the Pitts-
burgh Military Training Association and at Chautauqua for
the Committee on Patriotism Through Education of the
National Security League and the Chautauqua Institution,
was as follows:

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

The Herald- - - - . - - - Carl B. Reid

Truth - - - - Lucy Barton

Liberty - _-_-_ Inez Krebs

Justice - - - - James S. Church



Servia - - - - -C. Fredrick Steen

Belgium ->_-_ - Ena Lewis

England - - - Richard Mansfield II.

France - - - - Eula N. Guy

Imperial Russia - - - - Theodore A. Viehman

Canada Francis Hogan

India - - - - Alexander Buchanan

Australia - - - John Mulvey

Japan - - - Frederic McConnell

Armenia - - - Dorothy Rubenstein

Italy - - - - Norwood Engle

Poland - - - - Hazel Beck

Portugal - - - William Mulligan

Roumania George Trabert

The New Russia Ellen Crowe

America - - - - Veolante Bollinger

Production made under the direction of B. Iden Payne.
Costuming under the direction of Katherine Jones. Music
under the direction of J. Vick O'Brien. Stage Managers,
Arleigh B. Williamson and William F. Viehman.



THE DRAWING OF THE SWORD



HE SETTING is a formal court, dominated by three high
thrones. The thrones are upon an elevation, from which
steps descend to the lower stage. Trumpets are heard. Enter
the Herald.



T



TH E H E R ALD



Hear ye, Americans, and mount with me
On the pale wings of thought to that high court
Where, overlooking all the lands and wars,
Three mighty spirits brood above the world.
These three: Justice and Liberty and Truth.
Here then be reared their thrones, and soaring still,
Give us your leave, in high imagining,
To speak their purposes and judge the cause
Of those true nations, callirig to your hearts
From stricken fields or glorious battles — all
Who hold the right above the might of arms—
Our friends— our Allies— in the fields of war.

[A March is heard. The Herald moves aside, and
Truth, Justice and Liberty enter, with their trains.
Truth taking the central throne. Justice the right.
Liberty the left. ]

TRUTH

\A Goddess figure, majestically robed in white and
azure. ]

Hail, Justice, throned above the thoughts of men.

JUSTICE

[A powerful male figure, commanding, in Roman
arms of brass and scarlet. ]

Hail, Spirit of Truth, eternal memory.

TRUTH

Hail, Liberty, the light beyond men's dreams.

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^ LIBERTY

[^ Goddess robed in white, a star above her brow. ]
Hail, Truth, immortally divining.

TRUTH

Spirits above the world, I see far off
In the dark past, intrigues of force and pride;
In the bright future, starry skies of hope;
And midway, in the present hour, a strife
Rising to shake the firmament. Behold.

[Music — The Marche Slav. Enter Servia, pre-
sented by a man in the national dress, followed by
a banner bearer and a group of Servian men.
Servia leaves his group and runs to the height be-
tween Truth and Justice. He holds above his
head a great curved sword. ]

SERVIA

Truth, I, Servia, hold in my hands
The sword of Karageorge.

Hear me and judge me. Truth and Liberty,

Hear me and answer. Justice.

There has been struck down in mine enemy's house

A prince. And lo, mine enemy.

Proud Austria, charges me with his blood.

1 have answered as thou dost remember. Truth.

Mine enemy has laid on me a charge of eleven demands.

Like a chain of eleven links, and to ten

I have submitted, bending my pride.

But the eleventh link I can not bear

Save with the death of my sovereignty among the peoples;

Ten demands have I yielded, O Justice,

And I have said that mine enemy may sit for vengeance in

my courts of judgment;
Ten links have I borne of his chain, O Liberty;
But now — but now I call out in the high court of the Three

who sit above the nations.
Shall I bear this last, and my people be hounded by this alien

hate ?

[8]



JUSTICE

Too far hast thou yielded now, O Servia.

LIB E RT Y

Draw forth the sword, lest thy foe bear thee down.

TRUTH

[Rising. ]

So Freedom bids, and Justice. Yet I see
Beyond this wrath a greater wrath to fall.
Sheathe or unsheathe, the foe will not show mercy.
Unsheathe the sword — you set the world aflame!

SERVIA

I may not choose.

[He draws the sword. There is a clash of
cymbals and a roar of drums. Servia returns to
his group below. A solemn music sounds and
Belgium^ with her stricken -people, is seen
approaching. She is a tragic figure, who comes
slowly, with outstretched arms; from her shoulders
flutters a great cloak of black and gold — now
tattered to shreds. She mounts between Truth
and Liberty. ]

TRUTH

Hail, mother of heroes!

BELGIUM

Hail, Justice, Liberty and Truth!

I, Belgium, broken and exiled, cry to you,

Still unestranged, unshamed.

I have forbidden the destroyer's way

And he hath trampled me,

I have defended for one fiery hour

The fortress gateway of my sister France,

And for one hour held the black eagles back.

LIBERTY

And for that hour, the fiery hour of Liege
The unborn future freedoms of the world
Shall kiss thy sacred sword.

[9]



BELGIUM

And now my cities are fallen, my gardens gray

With ashes of my peoples' homes. My children

Torn from my hearth, my young men gone to death,

Mine ancient seats of learning to the torch.

My daughters given to the lust

Of the black eagles. All that I had wrought

In the long industry of patient years

Ruined and ravished, and the few who still,

Amid my fallen roof trees, cling to life,

They now have driven into slavery

To bitter toil to feed mine enemies.

This is my doom, and I bow down to it.

Calling to those who held me safe, to those

High signatories of my lasting peace

Who still are true. Though I be dispossessed,

And crushed beneath the shadow of black wings.

Still in thy courts august I face thee. Truth, .

And losing all, proclaim mine upright soul

Still faithful unto God, and peace, and thee.

And were the choice again to make, still staunch.

JUSTICE

In my name and the name of Liberty,
Who will defend this land .?

[Music. Enter from the back, England and
. France, with their attendant banners. England
stands between Truth and Justice, France be-
tween Truth and Liberty. \

ENGLAND

\Ile is figured as a grave, cloaked man of the
age of Elizabeth; his followers bear upright
lances. ]

My voice for England's might.

I will defend, as I did hold her safe,

Mine honor pledged, my seal upon the bond,

Call me to battle, though the foe cry out

That treaties be but paper, and so burn.

I am unready, for my sword hath slept

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Long in the scabbard, and mine armies long

Have melted in the sun of peace. I dwell

Beyond the shielding of the silver sea.

I know the blood cost of this hour. I come

Deliberate and resolute. And first,

With all my fleets I do forbid the seas

To the black eagles; and my hoards of gold

I give to war, that in the peace to come

Assurance may be doubled. And if I

Be slow to strike, know well that having struck,

I will not sheathe until be made a peace

Not to be shivered at a trumpet's blast,

Not to be ground beneath an iron heel,

Nor frighted by the gleam beneath the moon

Of helmets flashing pride across the night.

Thus speak I, England, taking up the gage.

And Liberty and Justice know me well

For one not quick to fire, but slow to yield

When once I give my heart to righteous war.

JUSTICE

Hail, England, and all honor to thy sword.

TRUTH

Hail and beware. Not all is known to you,
Who have the silver zone of foam for shield.
Your fleets forbid, but now the creeping death
Through your blue robe of safety burrows in,
And high aloft the wings are beating down
The winds of your deliverance.

ENGLAND

I may not choose. Come weal, come woe.
My sword is for the right unscabbarded.

[He draws his sword.]

[France has stood rapt in vision. She is a
slender girl, in the arms of Jeanne the maid, a
surcoat of white with lilies over the hauberk.
Now for a moment the Marseillaise is heard,
faintly, and she stirs, but does not speak.]

[II]



LIBERTY

Still art thou silent, France.

FRANCE

Not for
The ravished fields nor the lost provinces,
The orchards stripped forever of their bloom
The villages where peace and thrift abode, —
But for the deep wound in the spirits' heart,
For Rheims, and all its carven glory twined
With sainted memories, I give my tears.
For what am I, France, in the world's high court
That is not there struck down; my faith.
And all that vision of eternal law.
Of beauty, and the grace that I have lived,
These have my foes marked for their deadliest stroke.
What harm to them the gray cathedral's towers
Where once Jeanne d'Arc did crown a king? Why, this.
That there my spirit knelt, and they who smote
Those towers with ruin left my shrine unhoused.
And hoped my prayer would never reach its God.
But now I pray amid the open fields.
Along the blasted trenches that have reft
So deep a scar across my brow; and there
I re-create the spirit from the stone.
And pray and fight in silence till the end.

LIBERTY

Thine is the deepest wound — the highest heart.
God for thy glory give thee guerdon, France.

[ The Marseillaise is now heard again. Listening,
France moves up to the side of Liberty's throne,
her face alight. She draws her sword, kisses it,
and kneels before Liberty. As the music ceases,
the other figures salute her with upraised arms,
crying out,]

ALL

God save thee, France!

[12]



[ The music changes to the Russian National
Anthem, and Russia appears; he is a figure of
gorgeous pride, in the hierarchical robes of the
Romanoff dynasty. He stands with his back to
Liberty. ]

RUSSIA

Here I salute you, nations in arms, and Truth and Justice.

TRUTH

Greet you not Liberty?

RUSSIA

I know not Liberty. I come to the blood call

Of the Slav lands, and first of Servia, my kinsman.

From the far north where the swift summer flowers,

From the Siberian east, and south, from the Ukraine,

I call my children into battle.

Not theirs to weigh the issues of my quarrel

Nor dream of freedom ere I make them free.

But theirs to march, host upon thundering host

Far gathered, to the longest leaguered line.

And though they fall, my standard still I trace

Through the gold billows of the battle smoke,

Borne for the faith of holy Russia, and our house,

And the Imperial Little Father's pride,

Even to blessed death.

[A murmur rises among the Russian group, and
hands are uplifted.^

Be silent.

I have cast the die. And Russia bends not

Either to foe or fate.

TRUTH

Yet Russia bears within his smouldering heart
A fire that will not die for all his pride.

[Russia returns to his group.]

ENGLAND

I to my standards call my far frontiers.
To Canada amid untrodden snows,

[13]



To India's jeweled princes, to the isles
Of the South Seas and the Australian plains,
For they are wandering children of my hearth
And though they range afar they dream of me.
Free are they, yet I trust their freedom most
To bring them home against mine enemies.

[Enter Canada, India, Australia and their
groups.]

CANADA

England, thy sons come home. An unbought sword
Here doth the North return to thee.

INDIA

England, thine empire of the Orient brings
Its loyalty and duty to thy throne.

AUSTRALIA

England, the men of the Antipodes,

Sons of thy youngest tribe, and gay with youth.

Come asking only "Which way lurks the foe.?"

LIBERTY

Well have my counsels profited thee, England.

TRUTH

Well for thy fate and for thy future fame
These strong arms to thy comfort, for the fight
Shall need them all.

[Enter Japan. ]

JAPAN

England, my friend, and Russia once my foe

I for the East do proffer brotherhood.

To guard the long Pacific wave be mine; ♦

To quench the greed that looks with leering eyes

On the rich plains beneath the dragon flag

I honorably bring the sword of new Japan.

[14]



TRUTH

Now East and West are leagued, yet still mine ears
Are smitten with undying agonies.
Armenia comes.

[Enter Armenia. She comes alone and no music
sounds for her. ]

ARMENIA

Faintly your voices reach me, nations, where

On the cold hills beyond far Erzeroum

The crescent blade with unresisting blood

Anew is crimsoned. For the pledges of the Turk,

Made when he feared you, now are swept away,

Since he hath sold alliance unto one

More strong, more false, more terrible than he.

Armenia calls you, but my bitter woe

Can never find a voice so loud, so deep

As fits its suffering. For we who have no crown

Standard nor nation's pride, what shall we hope

Save heavier burdens till we all go down.

But if the Christian name and faith still live

And move you any wise, you may not turn

Away from our despair, but yield us still

Under the Moslem power and hate.

Your pity — pity — pity for our pain —

Your vengeance, ere the peace be made,

For the unholiest alliance of your foes

And the slow rending of a people's life.

RUSSIA

For you, Armenia, my legions shall strike southward
Through the snows of Caucasus.

ENGLAND

For you, Armenia, and your deathless wrongs,
I will strike northward from the Persian sea.

ARMENIA

Be swift, O nations, lest ye find the land
Barren of life, forever desolate.

[Armenia kneels before the throne of Justice. ]

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JUSTICE

I have recorded and will not forget
Thy history, Armenia.

[The Garibaldi Hymn is heard, and Italy, clad
as a man of the Bersiglieri, enters.]

THE NATIONS

Hail Italy!

TRUTH

These greet thee, Italy, as one lost, and now
From the foe's camps recovered.

ITALY

I was unto a triple bondage vowed,

Unnaturally, forced by the hand of steel

That did compel submission. I was pledged

To Germany and Austria for defence.

I never vowed to join offensive war

Nor help marauders raid a peaceful world.

Therefore my vows I now cast off, and from

My shield I do erase their black device.

Remembering well the Austrian yoke, and well

The red injustice of the Austrian law.

And now

To carry back to my imprisoned kin

The shield of their United Italy,

I send my sons to mark the Alpine snows

With scarlet, and to flutter the high air

With wings that beat and soar for Liberty.

LIBERTY

And I do take thee back, true Italy
Into my favor and my heritage.

[The Chopin Funeral March is heard, and a
figure cloaked and veiled in black moves slowly
into the centre of the court. She is Poland. ]

TRUTH

Look now on one who comes remembering

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Through all her years of bondage and division,
Liberty, thy star.

POLAND

I too
Have felt a triple bondage, I have grown
Gray in my heart's division. You with flags
Still kissing in the wind, go past me, gay
With battle glories. You forget me now.
Who once was blithe as you amongst the nations.
But for me.

In the long silence since my voice was heard,
I forget never; but my sons, my sons
Remembering not, but burning still with wrath,
Clash swords and slay each other, and I weep.
For pillaged lands neath sweeping sudden flags.

[Now the black veil slips from the impearled
head dress, and from the parted robe a gleam of
rose and blue appears. ]

But lo, when the storm breaks and the lightning flames,

New fires, new hopes are lighted in my heart.

And I, who never lost from my dear dreams

Thy faith undying. Liberty, I rise.

And casting off the years, call unto thee,

And unto Justice, and these warring lands,

What shall be Poland's fate, what shall the dawn

Beyond the night bring home to me?

\She drops from her the black garments, and
stands young and glowing.]

RUSSIA

I pledge thee, Poland, justice when my hour
Shall serve to send it.

LIBERTY

Now is the world arrayed

For me against the might of despotism.

TRUTH

Not all as yet, nor all the struggle needs,
Nor undivided stand they.

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^ LIBERTY

Two more come yonder.

[Enter Portugal and Roumania. ]

PORTUGAL

I for the Portuguese Republic lend my power
To these who for Democracy lift spears.

ROUMANIA

And I, Roumania, give my golden fields,
And the rich flowing of mine oil-streaked hills
To these Allies. And by the Slavic ranks
I set my banners.

LIBERTY

Now Truth, behold, and Justice raise with me
Your voice in joy. So much of the free world
Leagues here that surely there can be no end
But in the victory of the free born.

TRUTH

blind and trusting Liberty, O stern

And slothful Justice, hearken now to Truth.

1 marshall here the dark and threatening days.
The days of war. The foe is strong. His heart
Remembers not the mercies of his peace.

Look with mine eyes, and see the trenches deepen
Year long and wide as the abyss of doom.
See the tall ships that shudder at the stroke
Of the death blast. Now greatest of all these,
The Lusitania, warm with trusting folk,
Throbbing with hateless hearts.
The fiery creeping thing betrays
To the chill ooze and darkness of the sea.

[As Truth speaks; the Nations bend low as to a
storm.]

Justice, who strikes — who strikes for this foul murder?
None. The foe is strong. And the torn skies
And the blue under-wave resist him not.

[i8]



And now new words of death, new warnings
Insolently flung in the world's face
He lashes forth. League well, O nations,
But remember well: The foe is strong
And pitiless, and unimaginably armed.
Not by loud trumpets shall this fight be won,
Nor by just causes only. Think on this
And meditate the last and desperate thrust
That shall win all for Liberty and Justice.
Or lose the world and all its sovereignties.

ENGLAND

My sinking ships on all the seas go down
Heeding thee. Truth.

RUSSIA

My wavering line of ruin cries you true.

BELGIUM

And all my tears and all my children's tears

s E R V I A

And my lost kingdom and my shattered hope

FRANCE

And the white faces of my bloodless dead.

TRUTH

And I, who see the truth of all these things
Can but lament for life locked fast to death.
And the years running red with waste.

LIBERTY

I will not yield to thy black vision. Truth,
Not yet shall life go down. I call
To my strong daughter in the dreaming West.
Call to America.

JUSTICE

And I my voice
Lift, and when Justice calls. Democracy
Will not refrain her hand.

[19]



America, come forth and strike and save
For the world crumbles in its bitter need.

TRUTH

Listen, and wait.

[In the Russian group voices are heard crying

^^Dozvn Down with the Imperial Power

Down^ ! The imperial figure of Russia staggers
foward out of the rising wave of violence. ]

RUSSIA

What tumult shakes my heart? I reel,
I fall.

[As Russia falls, a new figure, a girl, wild and
breathless, is disclosed over him by the sudden
drawing back of the group. She is the New
Russia. ]

THE NEW RUSSIA

I grope with eager hands to the new fire,

I blink at unaccustomed light, I start

At the strange sound of freedom. What is this.?

This war of terrors, that my peasant blood

Should shower these grisly trenches dug

From Riga to the Bessarabian coast.

What fearful vows have I inherited —

What leagues and perils — I who now am free.?

LIBERTY

Now art thou mine, and I will guide thy steps.

THE NEW RUSSIA

Not there — not there!

Dwells not peace with Liberty ?

LIBERTY

I have loved peace, but deeper have loved life.

Look forward. Gird your new-found freedom's sword

To meet again your ancient adversary.

THE NEW RUSSIA

Is this the same — this threatening sleepless foe.?

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L I B E RT Y

The same, but stronger, and against my star
More venomous.

NEW RUSSIA

What hope — what light — what haven lifts to me?

TRUTH

Behold, a child — a wondering, 'wildered, child
Standing alone to guard the longest line.

POLAND

And I between her and the flaming hate,
Crushed and forgotten.

FRANCE

Fight on, fight on — 'til the last heart be cleft.

R O U M A N I A

How shall the future years redeem this hour
Of our despair?

ARMENIA

The future years are come, and they are black
With night and ruin.

BELGIUM

What hope — what light? for we are swept with death.

[Trumpets are heard, blowing martially.]

THE NEW RUSSIA

What sound is that?

LIBERTY

My child — my daughter in the dreaming West,
Awakes !

[Enter America, followed hy young men, soldiers.
As America takes her place, all cry out —

ALL

Hail, America!

[21]



3 AMERICA

My brothers, I, America, answer your call with trumpets.
My sisters, I, America, pulse to your pain with tears.
The foe is strong. But strong hearts are my sons,
Who give their arms to-day to this good fight.
To battle-chance and star of victory.

nations leagued with Liberty, I come.

1 draw for justice an unvenomed sword.
And I salute you, comrades, pledging you
I will not sheathe until the cause be won
And we attain through strife the lasting peace
Of Freedom under the great hand of God.

[The Star Spangled Banner is sung; then the
pageant vanishes into darkness. ]



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