there is a sweetness in my kisses as of a fruit dissolving within thy heart ...
there is a sweetness in my kisses as of a fruit dissolving within thy heart ...
there is a sweetness in my kisses as of a fruit dissolving within thy heart ...
(Anthony makes the sign of the cross.)
"Thou disdainest me! farewell!"
(She departs, weeping; then, suddenly turning round:—)
"Art quite sure?—so beautiful a woman...."
(She laughs, and the ape that bears her train, lifts it up.)
"Thou wilt regret it, my comely hermit! thou wilt yet weep! thou wilt again feel weary of thy life; but I care not a whit! La! la! la!—oh! oh! oh!"
(She takes her departure, hopping upon one foot and covering her face with her hands.
All the slaves file off before Saint Anthony—the horses, the dromedaries, the elephant, the female attendants, the mules (which have been reloaded), the negro boys, the ape, the green couriers each holding his broken lily in his hand; and the Queen of Sheba departs, uttering a convulsive hiccough at intervals, which might be taken either for a sound of hysterical sobbing, or the half-suppressed laughter of mockery.)
[1]Thalamegii—pleasure-boats having apartments.
[1]Thalamegii—pleasure-boats having apartments.
(When she has disappeared in the distance, Anthony observes a child seated upon the threshold of his cabin.)
"It is one of the Queen's servants, no doubt," (he thinks).
(This child is small like a dwarf, and nevertheless squat of build, like one of the Cabiri; deformed withal, and wretched of aspect. His prodigiously large head is covered with white hair; and he shivers under a shabby tunic, all the while clutching a roll of papyrus. The light of the moon passing through a cloud falls upon him.)
Anthony
(watches him from a distance, and is afraid of him.) "Who art thou?"
The Child(replies). "Thy ancient disciple, Hilarion."
Anthony. "Thou liest! Hilarion hathbeen dwelling in Palestine for many long years."
Hilarion. "I have returned! It is really I!"
Anthony(draws near and examines him closely). "Yet his face was radiant as the dawn, candid, joyous. This face is the face of one gloomy and old."
Hilarion. "Long and arduous labor hath wearied me!"
Anthony. "The voice is also different. It hath an icy tone."
Hilarion. "Because I have nourished me with bitter things!"
Anthony. "And those white hairs?"
Hilarion. "I have endured many woes!"
Anthony(aside). "Could it be possible?"
Hilarion. "I was not so far from thee as thou doest imagine. The hermit Paul visited thee this year, during the month of Schebar. It is just twenty days since the Nomads brought thee bread. Thou didst tell a sailor, the day before yesterday, to send thee three bodkins."
Anthony. "He knows all!"
Hilarion. "Know further more that I have never left thee. But there are long periodsduring which thou hast no knowledge of my presence."
Anthony. "How can that be? Yet it is true that my head is so much troubled—this night especially."
Hilarion. "All the Capital Sins came hither. But their wretched snares can avail nothing against such a Saint as thou."
Anthony. "Oh! no!—no! I fall at every moment! Why am I not of those whose souls are ever intrepid, whose minds are always firm,—for example, the great Athanasius?"
Hilarion. "He was illegally ordained by seven bishops."
Anthony. "What matter if his virtue...."
Hilarion. "Go to!—a most vainglorious and cruel man, forever involved in intrigues, and exiled at last as a monopolist."[1]
Anthony. "Calumny!"
Hilarion. "Thou wilt not deny that he sought to corrupt Eustates, the treasurer of largesses?"
Anthony. "It is affirmed, I acknowledge."
Hilarion. "Through vengeance he burned down the house of Arsenius."
Anthony. "Alas!"
Hilarion. "At the council of Nicæa he said in speaking of Jesus: 'The man of the Lord.'"
Anthony. "Ah! that is a blasphemy!"
Hilarion. "So limited in understanding, moreover, that he confesses he comprehends nothing of the nature of the "Word!"
Anthony(smiling with gratification). "In sooth his intelligence is not ... very lofty."
Hilarion. "Hypocrite! burying thyself in solitude only in order the more fully to abandon thyself to the indulgence of thy envious desires! What if thou dost deprive thyself of meats, of wine, of warmth, of bath, of slaves, or honours?—dost thou not permit thy imagination to offer thee banquets, perfumes, women, and the applause of multitudes? Thy chastity is but a more subtle form of corruption, and thy contempt of this world is but the impotence of thy hatred against it! Either this it is that makes such as thyselfso lugubrious, or else 'tis doubt. The possession of truth giveth joy. Was Jesus sad? Did he not travel in the company of friends, repose beneath the shade of olive trees, enter the house of the publican, drink many cups of wine, pardon the sinning woman, and assuage all sorrows? Thou!—thou hast no pity save for thine own misery! It is like a remorse that gnaws thee, a savage madness that impels thee to repel the caress of a dog or to frown upon the smile of a child."
Anthony(bursting into tears). "Enough! enough! thou dost wound my heart deeply."
Hilarion. "Shake the vermin from thy rags! Rise up from thy filth! Thy God is not a Moloch who demands human flesh in sacrifice!"
Anthony. "Yet suffering is blessed. The cherubim stoop to receive the blood of confessors."
Hilarion. "Admire, then, the Montanists!—they surpass all others."
Anthony. "But it is the truth of the doctrine which makes the martyrdom."
Hilarion. "How can martyrdom prove the excellence of the doctrine, inasmuch as it bears equal witness for error?"
Hilarion. "Silence!—thou viper!"
Anthony. "Perhaps martyrdom is not so difficult as thou dost imagine! The exhortations of friends, the pleasure of insulting the people, the oath one has taken, a certain dizzy excitement, a thousand circumstances all aid the resolution of the martyrs...."
(Anthony turns his back upon Hilarion, and moves away from him. Hilarion follows him.)
" ... Moreover this manner of dying often brings about great disorders. Dionysius, Cyprian and Gregory fled from it. Peter of Alexandria has condemned it; and the council of Elvira...."
Anthony(stops his ears). "I will listen to thee no longer!"
Hilarion(raising his voice). "Lo! thou fallest again into the habitual sin, which is sloth! Ignorance is the foam of pride. One says, forsoth:—'My conviction is formed! wherefore argue further?'—and one despises the doctors, the philosophers, tradition itself, and even the text of the law whereof one is ignorant! Dost thou imagine that thou dost hold all wisdom in the hollow of thy hand?"
Anthony. "I hear him still! His loud words fill my brain."
Hilarion. "The efforts of others to comprehend God are mightier than all thy mortifications to move Him. We obtain merit only by our thirst for truth. Religion alone cannot explain all things; and the solution of problems ignored by thee can render faith still more invulnerable and noble. Therefore, for our salvation we must communicate with our brethren—otherwise the Church, the assembly of the faithful, would be a meaningless word—and we must listen to all reasoning, despising nothing, nor any person. The magician Balaam, the poet Aeschylus, and the Sybil of Cumæ—all foretold the Saviour. Dionysius, the Alexandrian, received from heaven the command to read all books. Saint Clement orders us to cultivate Greek letters. Hennas was converted by the illusion of a woman he had loved...."
Anthony. "What an aspect of authority! It seems to me thou art growing taller...."
(And, in very truth, the stature of Hilarion is gradually increasing; and Anthony shuts his eyes, that he may not see him.)
Hilarion. "Reassure thyself, good Hermit. Let us seat ourselves there, upon that great stone, as we used to do in other years, when, at the first dawn of day, I was wont to salute thee with the appellation, 'Clear star of morning'—and thou wouldst therewith commence to instruct me. Yet my instruction is not yet completed. The moon gives us light enough. I am prepared to hear thy words."
(He has drawn a calamus from his girdle, and seating himself cross-legged upon the ground, with the papyrus roll still in his hand, he lifts his face toward Saint Anthony, who sits near him, with head bowed down.
After a moment of silence Hilarion continues:—)
"Is not the word of God confirmed for us by miracles? Nevertheless the magicians of Pharaoh performed miracles; other imposters can perform them; one may be thereby deceived. What then is a miracle? An event which seems to us outside of nature. But do we indeed know all of Nature's powers; and because a common occurrence causes us no astonishment, does it therefore follow that we understand it."
Anthony. "It matters little! We must believe the Scriptures!"
Hilarion. "Saint Paul, Origen, and many others did not understand the Scriptures in a literal sense: yet if Holy Writ be explained by allegories it becomes the portion of a small number, and the evidence of the truth disappears. What must we do?"
Anthony. "We must rely upon the Church!"
Hilarion. "Then the Scriptures are useless?"
Anthony. "No! no! although I acknowledge that in the Old Testament there are some ... some obscurities. But the New shines with purest light."
Hilarion. "Nevertheless, the Angel of the annunciation, in Matthew, appears to Joseph; while, in Luke, he appears to Mary. The anointing of Jesus by a woman takes place, according to the first Gospel, at the commencement of his public life; and, according to the other three, a few days before his death. The drink offered to him on the cross, is, in Matthew, vinegar mixed with gall; in Mark, it is wine and myrrh. According to Luke and Matthew, the apostles should takewith them neither money nor scrip for their journey—not even sandals nor staff; in Mark, on the contrary, Jesus bids them take nothing with them, except sandals and a staff. I am thereby bewildered!"
Anthony(in amazement). "Aye, indeed!... in fact...."
Hilarion. "At the contact of the woman who had an issue of blood, Jesus turned and said, 'Who hath touched my garments?' He did not know, then, who had touched him? That contradicts the omniscience of Jesus! If the tomb was watched by guards, the women need have felt no anxiety about finding help to roll away the stone from the tomb. Therefore there were no guards, or the holy women were not there. At Emmaus, he eats with his disciples and makes them feel his wounds. It is a human body, a material and ponderable object; and nevertheless it passes through walls! Is that possible?"
Anthony. "It would require much time to answer thee properly!"
Hilarion. "Why did he receive the Holy Spirit, being himself Son of the Holy Spirit? What need had he of baptism if he was the Word? How could the Devil have temptedhim, inasmuch as he was God? Have these thoughts never occurred to thee?"
Anthony. "Yes!... often! Sometimes torpid, sometimes furious—they remain forever in my conscience. I crush them; they rise again, they stifle me; and sometimes I think that I am accursed."
Hilarion. "Then it is needless for thee to serve God?"
Anthony. "I shall always need to adore Him."
(After a long silence Hilarion continues:)
"But aside from dogma, all researches are allowed us. Dost thou desire to know the hierarchy of the Angels, the virtue of the Numbers, the reason of germs and of metamorphoses?"
Anthony. "Yes! yes! my thought struggles wildly to escape from its prison. It seems to me that by exerting all my force I might succeed. Sometimes, for an instant, brief as a lightning flash, I even feel myself as thought uplifted,—then I fall back again!"
Hilarion. "The secret thou wouldst obtain is guarded by sages. They dwell in a distant land; they are seated beneath giant trees; they are robed in white; they are calmas Gods! A warm air gives them sufficient nourishment. All about them, leopards tread upon grassy turf. The murmuring of fountains and the neighing of unicorns mingle with their voices. Thou shalt hear them; and the face of the Unknown shall be unveiled!"
Anthony(sighing). "The way is long; and I am old."
Hilarion. "Oh! oh! wise men are not rare! there are some even very nigh thee!—here! Let us enter!"
[1]Gibbon, a sincere admirer of Athanasius, gives a curious history of these charges, and expresses his disbelief in their truth. The story regarding the design to intercept the corn-fleet of Alexandria is referred to in the use of the word "monopolist."
[1]Gibbon, a sincere admirer of Athanasius, gives a curious history of these charges, and expresses his disbelief in their truth. The story regarding the design to intercept the corn-fleet of Alexandria is referred to in the use of the word "monopolist."
(And Anthony beholds before him a vast basilica.
The light gushes from the further end, marvellous as a multi-colored sun. It illuminates the innumerable heads of the crowd that fills the nave, and that eddies about the columns toward the side-aisles—where can be perceived, in wooden compartments, altars, beds, little chains of blue stones linked together, and constellations painted upon the walls.
In the midst of the throng there are groups which remain motionless. Men standing upon stools harangue with fingers uplifted; others are praying, with arms outstretched in form of a cross; others are lying prostrate upon the pavement, or singing hymns, or drinking wine; others of the faithful, seated about a table, celebrate their agape;[1]martyrs are unbandaging their limbs in order to show their wounds; and aged men, leaning upon staffs, recount their voyages.
There are some from the country of the Germans, from Thrace also, and from the Gauls, from Scythia and from the Indies, with snow upon their beards, feathers in their hair; thorns in the fringe of their garments; the sandals of some are black with dust, their skins are burnt by the sun. There is a vast confusion of costumes, mantles of purple and robes of linen, embroidered dalmaticas, hair shirts, sailors' caps, bishops' mitres. Their eyes fulgurate strangely. They have the look of executioners, or the look of eunuchs.
Hilarion advances into their midst. All salute him. Anthony, shrinking closer to his shoulder, observes them. He remarks the presence of a great many women. Some of these are attired like men, and have their hair cut short. Anthony feels afraid of them.)
Hilarion. "Those are Christian women who have converted their husbands. Besides, the women were always upon the side of Jesus, even the idolatrous ones, for example, Procula, the wife of Pilate, and Poppæa, the concubine of Nero. Do not tremble!—come on."
(And others are continually arriving.
They seem to multiply, to double themselvesby self-division, light as shadows—all the while making an immense clamour, in which yells of rage, cries of love, canticles and objurgations intermingle.)
Anthony(in a low voice). "What do they desire?"
Hilarion. "The Lord said: 'I have yet many things to say to you.... '[2]They possess the knowledge of those things."
(And he pushes Anthony forward to a golden throne approached by five steps, whereon—surrounded by ninety-five disciples, all very thin and pale, and anointed with oil—sits the prophet Manes. He is beautiful as an archangel, immobile as a statue; he is clad in an Indian robe; carbuncles gleam in his plaited hair; at his left hand lies a book of painted images; his right reposes upon a globe. The images represent the creatures that erst slumbered in Chaos. Anthony bends forward to look upon them. Then——)
Manes
(makes his globe revolve; and regulating the tone of his words by a lyre which gives forth crystalline sounds, exclaims:—)
"The celestial earth is at the superior extremity; the terrestrial earth at the inferior extremity. It is sustained by two angels—the Angel Splenditeneus, and Omophorus, whose faces are six.
"At the summit of the highest heaven reigns the impassible Divinity; below, face to face, are the Son of God and the Prince of Darkness.
"When the darkness had advanced even to his kingdom, God evolved from his own essence a virtue which produced the first man; and he environed him with the five elements. But the demons of darkness stole from him a part; and that part is the soul.
"There is but one soul, universally diffused, even as the waters of a river divided into many branches. It is this universal soul that sighs in the wind—that shrieks in the marble under the teeth of the saw—that roars in the voice of the sea—that weeps tears of milk when the leaves of the fig tree are torn off.
"The souls that leave this world emigrate to the stars, which are themselves animated beings."
Anthony(bursts into a laugh). "Ah! ah! what an absurd imagination!"
A Man(having no beard, and of a most austere aspect). "Wherefore absurd?"
(Anthony is about to reply when Hilarion tells him in a low voice that the questioner is none other than the tremendous Origen himself; and:—)
Manes(continues). "But first they remain awhile in the Moon, where they are purified. Then they rise into the sun."
Anthony(slowly). "I do not know of anything ... which prevents us ... from believing it."
Manes. "The proper aim of every creature is the deliverance of the ray of celestial light imprisoned within matter. It finds easier escape through the medium of perfumes, spices, the aroma of warmed wine, the light things which resemble thoughts. But the acts of life retain it within its prison. The murderer shall be born again in the form of a celephus; he that kills an animal shall become that animal; if thou plantest a vine, thou shalt be thyself bound within its boughs. Food absorbs the celestial light.... Therefore abstain! fast!"
Hilarion. "Thou seest, they are temperate!"
Manes. "There is much of it in meats, less of it in herbs. Moreover the Pure Ones, by means of their great merits, despoil vegetation of this luminous essence; and, thus liberated, it reascends to its source. But through generation, animals keep it imprisoned within the flesh! Therefore, avoid women!"
Hilarion. "Admire their continence."
Manes. "Or rather contrive that they shall not create..............[3]
Anthony. "Oh—abomination!"
Hilarion. "What signifies the hierarchy of turpitudes? The Church has, forsooth, made marriage a sacrament!"
Saturninus(in Syrian costume). "He teaches a most dismal system of the universe!... The Father, desiring to punish the angels who had revolted, ordered them to create the world. Christ came, in order that the God of the Jews, who was one of those angels...."
Anthony. "He an angel! the Creator!"
Cerdo. "Did he not seek to kill Moses, to deceive his own prophets, to seduce nations?—didhe not sow falsehood and idolatry broadcast?"
Marcion. "Certainly, the Creator is not the true God!"
Saint Clement of Alexandria. "Matter is eternal!"
Bardesanes(in the costume of the Babylonian magi). "It was formed by the Seven Planetary Spirits."
The Hermians. "Souls were made by the angels."
The Priscillianists. "It was the Devil who made the world."
Anthony(rushing back from the circle). "Horror!"
Hilarion(supporting him). "Thou despairest too hastily!—thou dost misapprehend their doctrine! Here is one who received his teaching directly from Theodas, the friend of St. Paul. Hearken to him."
(And at a sign from Hilarion
Valentinus
appears in a tunic of cloth of silver; his skull is pointed at its summit; his voice has a wheezing sound.)
"The world is the work of a God in delirium!"
Anthony(bending his head down). "The work of a God in delirium!..."
(After a long silence): "How can that be?"
Valentine. "The most perfect of beings, and of the Æons, the Abyss; dwelt in the womb of the Deep together with Thought. By their union was begotten Intelligence, to whom Truth was given as a companion.
"Intelligence and Truth engendered the Word and Life, who in their turn begat Man and the Church; and that doth make eight Æons!"
(He counts upon his fingers.)
"The Word and Truth also produced ten other Æons—which is to say, five couples. Man and the Church had begotten twelve more—among these the Paraclete and Faith, Hope and Charity, Perfection and Wisdom—Sophia.
"The union of these thirty Æons constitutes the Pleroma, or Universality of God. Thus, even as the echo of a passing voice, as the effluvia of a perfume evaporating, as the fires of the setting sun, the Powers thatemanated from the Principle, forever continue to grow weaker.
"But Sophia, desirous to know the Father, darted from the Pleroma; and the Word then made another couple, Christ and the Holy Ghost, who reunited all the Æons; and all together formed Jesus, the flower of the Pleroma.
"But the effort of Sophia to flee away had left in the void an image of her—an evil substance, Acharamoth.[4]The Saviour took pity upon her, freed her from all passion; and from the smile of Acharamoth redeemed, light was born; her tears formed the waters; by her sorrow was dark matter begotten.
"Of Acharamoth was born the Demiurgos,—the fabricator of worlds, the creator of the heaven and of the Devil. He dwells far below the Pleroma—so far that he cannot behold it—so that he deems himself to be the true God, and repeats by the mouths of his prophets—'There is no other God but I.' Then he made man, and instilled into his soul the immaterial Seed which was the Church—areflection of the other Church established in the Pleroma.
"One day Acharamoth shall reach the highest region and unite herself with the Saviour; the fire that is hidden in the world shall annihilate all matter, and shall even devour itself and men, becoming pure spirits, shall espouse the angels!"
Origen. "Then shall the Demon be over-thrown and the reign of God commence!"
(Anthony expresses a cry, and forthwith)
Basilides(taking him by the elbow, exclaims:—)
"The Supreme Being with all the infinite emanations is called Abraxas; and the Saviour with all his virtues, Kaulakau—otherwise, line-upon-line, rectitude upon rectitude.
"The power of Kaulakau is obtained by the aid of certain words, which are inscribed upon this chalcedony to help the memory."
(And he points to a little stone suspended at his neck, upon which stone fantastic characters are graven.)
"Then thou wilt be transported into the Invisible and placed above all law; thou shalt contemn all things—even virtue!
"We, the Pure, must flee from pain, after the example of Kaulakau."
Anthony. "What! and the cross?"
The Elkhesaites(in robes of hyacinth answers him). "The woe and the degradation, the condemnation and oppression of my fathers[5]are blotted out, through the mission which has come.
"One may deny the inferior Christ, the man—Jesus; but the other Christ must be adored—whose personality was evolved under the brooding of the Dove's wings.
"Honor marriage; the Holy Spirit is feminine!"
(Hilarion has disappeared; and Anthony, carried along by the crowd, arrives in the presence of—)
The Carpocratians
(reclining with women upon scarlet cushions.)
"Before entering into the Only thou shalt pass through a series of conditions and of actions. To free thyself from the powers of darkness, thou must at once accomplish theirworks. The husband shall say to the wife: 'Have charity for thy brother'—and she will kiss thee."
The Nicolaitans
(gathered about a mass of smoking meats:)
"This is a portion of the meat offered to idols;—partake of it! Apostasy is permissible when the heart is pure. Gorge thy flesh with all that it demands. Seek to exterminate it by dint of debauchery! Prounikos, the Mother of Heaven, wallowed in ignominies."
The Marcosians
(wearing rings of gold, and glistening with precious balm and unguents:)
"Enter among us that thou mayst unite thyself to the Spirit! Enter among us that thou mayst quaff the draught of immortality!"
(And one of them shows him, behind a tapestry-hanging, the body of a man terminated by the head of an ass. This represents Sabaoth, father of the Devil. He spits upon the image in token of detestation.
Another shows him a very low bed, strewn with flowers, exclaiming:)
"The spiritual marriage is about to be consummated."
(A third, who holds a cup of glass, utters an invocation;—blood suddenly appears in the cup:)
"Ah! behold it! behold it!—the blood of Christ!"
(Anthony withdraws, but finds himself be-spattered by water splashed from a cistern.)
The Helvidians
(are flinging themselves into it head foremost, muttering:—)
"The man regenerated by baptism is impeccable!"
(Then he passes by a great fire at which the Adamites are warming themselves—all completely naked in imitation of the purity of Paradise; and he stumbles over)
The Messalines
(wallowing upon the pavement, half-slumbering, stupid:)
"Oh! crush us if thou wilt! we shall not move! Work is crime; all occupation is evil."
(Behind these, the abject)
Paternians
(—men, women, and children lying pell mell upon a heap of filth, lift their hideous faces, wine-besmeared, and they cry aloud:)
"The inferior parts of the body, which were created by the Devil, belong to him! Let us eat, drink, and sin!"
Ætius. "Crimes are necessities beneath the notice of God!"
(But suddenly—)
A Man(—clad in a Carthaginian mantle, bounds into their midst, brandishing a scourge of thongs in his hand; and strikes violently and indiscriminately at all in his path:)
"Ah! imposters! simonists, heretics and demons!—vermin of the schools!—dregs of hell! Marcion, there, is a sailor of Sinopus excommunicated for incest;—Carpocrates was banished for being a magician; Ætius stole his concubine; Nicholas prostituted his wife; and this Manes, who calls himself the Buddha, and whose real name is Cubricus, was flayed alive with the point of a reed,so that his skin even now hangs at the gates of Ctesiphon!"
Anthony(recognizing Tertullian, rushes to join him): "Master! help! help!"
Tertullian(continuing):
"Break the images! veil the virgins! Pray, fast, weep and mortify yourselves! No philosophy! no books! After Jesus, science is useless!"
(All have fled away; and Anthony beholds, in lieu of Tertullian, a woman seated upon a bench of stone.
She sobs; leaning her head against a column; her hair is loose; her body, weakened by grief, is clad in a long brown simar. Then they find themselves face to face and alone, far from the crowd; and a silence, an extraordinary stillness falls—as in the woods when the winds are lulled, and the leaves of the trees suddenly cease to whisper.
This woman is still very beautiful, although faded, and pale as a sepulcher. They look at one another; and their eyes send to each other waves, as it were, of thoughts, bearing drift of a thousand ancient things, confused, mysterious. At last—)
Priscilla(speaks:)
"I was in the last chamber of the baths; and the rumbling sounds of the street caused a sleep to fall upon me.
"Suddenly I heard a clamour of voices. Men were shouting—'It is a magician!—it is the Devil!' And the crowd stopped before our house, in front of the Temple Æsculapius. I drew myself up with my hands to the little window.
"Upon the peristyle of the temple, there stood a man who wore about his neck a collar of iron. He took burning coals out of a chafing-dish, and with them drew lines across his breast, the while crying out—'Jesus! Jesus!' The people shouted—'This is not lawful! let us stone him!' But he continued. Oh! those were unheard of marvels—things which transported men who beheld them! Flowers broad as suns circled before my eyes, and I heard in the spaces above me the vibrations of a golden harp. Day died. My hands loosened their grasp of the window-bars; my body fell back, and when he had led me away to his house...."
Anthony. "But of whom art thou speaking?"
Priscilla. "Why, of Montanus!"
Anthony. "Montanus is dead!"
Priscilla. "It is not true!"
A Voice. "No: Montanus is not dead!"
(Anthony turns; and sees upon the bench near him, on the opposite side, another woman sitting; she is fair, and even paler than the other; there are swellings under her eyes, as though she had wept a long time. She speaks without being questioned:)
Maximilla. "We were returning from Tarsus by way of the mountains, when, at a turn in the road, we saw a man under a fig tree.
"He cried from afar off: 'Stop! stop!' and rushed toward us, uttering words of abuse. The slaves ran up; he burst into a loud laugh. The horses reared; the molossi all barked.
"He stood before us. The sweat streamed from his forehead; his mantle napped in the wind.
"And calling us each by our names, he reproached us with the vanity of our work, the infamy of our bodies; and he shook his fist at the dromedaries because of the silver bells hanging below their mouths.
"His fury now filled my very entrails withfear and yet there was a strange pleasure in it which fascinated me, intoxicated me!
"First the slaves came. 'Master,' they said, 'our animals are weary.' Then the women said, 'We are frightened,' and the slaves departed. Then the children began to weep,—'We are hungry.' And as the women were not answered, they disappeared also from our view.
"He still spoke. I felt some one near me. It was my husband; but I listened only to the other. My husband crawled to me upon his knees among the stones, and cried—'Dost thou abandon me,' and I replied: 'Yes! go thy way!' that I might accompany Montanus."
Anthony. "A eunuch!"
Priscilla. "Ah! does that astound thee, vulgar soul! Yet Magdalen, Johanna, Martha and Susannah did not share the couch of the Saviour. Souls may know the delirium of embrace better than bodies. That he might keep Eustolia with impunity, the bishop Leontius mutilated himself—loving his love more than his virility. And then, it was no fault of mine. Sotas could not cure me; a spirit constrained me. It is cruel, nevertheless! But what matter? I am thelast of the prophetesses; and after me the end of the world shall come."
Maximilla. "He showered his gifts upon me. Moreover, no one loves him as I, nor is any other so well beloved by him!"
Priscilla. "Thou liest! I am the most beloved!"
Maximilla. "No: it is I!"
(They fight. Between their shoulders suddenly appears the head of a negro.)
Montanus(clad in a black mantle, clasped by two cross-bones):
"Peace, my doves! Incapable of terrestrial happiness, we have obtained the celestial plentitude of our union. After the age of the Father, the age of the Son; and I inaugurate the third, which is that of the Paraclete. His light descended upon me during those forty nights when the heavenly Jerusalem appeared shining in the firmament, above my house at Pepuzza.
"Ah, how ye cry out with anguish when the thongs of the scourge lacerate! how your suffering bodies submit to the ardor of my spiritual discipline! how ye languish with irrealizable longing! So strong has that desire become that it has enabled you to beholdthe invisible world; and ye can now perceive souls even with the eyes of the body!"
Anthony. (Makes a gesture of astonishment.)
Tertullian(who appears again, standing beside Montanus):
"Without doubt; for the soul has a body, and that which is bodiless has no existence."
Montanus. "In order to render it yet more subtle, I have instituted many mortifications, three Lents a year, and prayers to be uttered nightly by the mind only, keeping the mouth closed, lest breathing might tarnish thought. It is necessary to abstain from second marriages, or rather from all marriage! The Angels themselves have sinned with women!"
The Archontics(wearing cilices of hair):
"The Saviour said: 'I come to destroy the work of the Woman!'"
The Tatianites(wearing cilices of reed):
"She is the tree of evil. Our bodies are but garments of skin."
(And continuing to advance along the same side, Anthony meets:—)
The Valesians(extended upon the ground, with red wounds below their bellies, and bloodsaturating their tunics. They offer him a knife.)
"Do as Origen did and as we have done! Is it the pain that thou fearest, coward? Is it the love of thy flesh that restrains thee, hypocrite?"
(And while he watches them writhing upon their backs, in a pool of blood—)
The Cainites(wearing knotted vipers as fillets about their hair, pass by, vociferating in his ear):—
"Glory to Cain! Glory to Sodom! Glory be to Judas!
"Cain made the race of the strong; Sodom terrified the earth by her punishment, and it was by Judas that God saved the world! Yes! by Judas: without him there would have been no death and no redemption!"
(They disappear beneath the horde of the—)
Circumcelliones(all clad in the skins of wolves, crowned with thorns, and armed with maces of iron).
"Crush the fruit! befoul the spring! drown the child! Pillage the rich who are happy—who cat their fill! Beat the poor who envy the ass his saddle-cloth, the dog his meal, thebird his nest,—and who is wretched at knowing that others are not as miserable as himself.
"We, the Saints, poison, burn, massacre, that we may hasten the end of the world.
"Salvation may be obtained through martyrdom only. We give ourselves martyrdom. We tear the skin from our heads with pincers; we expose our members to the plough; we cast ourselves into the mouths of furnaces!
"Out upon baptism! out upon the Eucharist! out upon marriage! universal damnation!"
(Then throughout all the basilica there is a redoubling of fury.
The Audians shoot arrows against the Devil; the Collyridians throw blue cloths toward the roof; the Ascites prostrate themselves before a waterskin; the Marcionites baptise a dead man with oil. A woman, standing near Appelles, exhibits a round loaf within a bottle, in order the better to explain her idea. Another, standing in the midst of an assembly of Sampseans distributes, as a sacrament, the dust of her own sandals. Upon the rose-strewn bed of the Marcosians, two lovers embrace. The Circumcellionitesslaughter one another; the Valesians utter the death-rattle; Bardesanes sings; Carpocras dances; Maximilla and Priscilla moan; and the false prophetess of Cappadocia, completely naked, leaning upon a lion, and brandishing three torches, shrieks the Terrible Invocation.
The columns of the temple sway to and fro like the trunks of trees in a tempest; the amulets suspended about the necks of the Heresiarchs seem to cross each other in lines of fire; the constellations in the chapels palpitate; and the walls recoil with the ebb and flow of the crowd, in which each head is a wave that leaps and roars.
Nevertheless, from the midst of the clamor arises the sound of a song, in which the name of Jesus is often repeated, accompanied by bursts of laughter.
The singers belong to the rabble of the people; they all keep time to the song by clapping their hands. In their midst stands—)
Artus(in a deacon's vestments):
"The fools who declaim against me pretend to explain the absurd; and in order to confound them utterly, I have composed ditties so droll that they are learned by heartin all the mills, in the taverns and along the ports.
"No! a thousand times no!—the Son is not coeternal with the Father, nor of the same substance! Otherwise he would not have said: 'Father, remove this chalice from me! Why dost thou call me good? God alone is good! I go to my God, to your God!'—and many other things testifying to his character of creature. The fact is further demonstrated for us by all his names:—lamb, shepherd, fountain, wisdom, son-of-man, prophet; the way, the corner-stone!"
Sabelliusés. "I hold that both are identical."
Arius. "The Council of Antioch has decided the contrary."
Anthony. "Then what is the Word?... What was Jesus?"
The Valentinians. "He was the husband of Acharamoth repentant!"
The Sethianians. "He was Shem, the son of Noah!"
The Theodotians. "He was Melchisedech!"
The Merinthians. "He was only a man!"
The Apollinarists. "He assumed the appearanceof one! He simulated the Passion!"
Marcel of Ancyra. "He was a development of the Father!"
Pope Calixtus. "Father and Son are but two modes of one God's manifestation!"
Methodius. "He was first in Adam, then in man!"
Cerinthus. "And He will rise again!"
Valentinus. "Impossible—his body being celestial!"
Paul of Samosata. "He became Godonlyfrom the time of his baptism!"
Hermogenes. "He dwells in the sun!"
(And all the Heresiarchs form a circle about Anthony, who weeps, covering his face with his hands.)
A Jew(with a red beard, and spots of leprosy upon his shin, approaches close to Anthony, and, with a hideous sneer, exclaims):
"His soul was the soul of Esau! He suffered from the Bellephorentian sickness. Was not his mother, the seller of perfumes, seduced by aRoman soldier, one Pantherus?..........................[6]
Anthony(suddenly raising his head, looks at them a moment in silence; then advancing boldly upon them, exclaims):
"Doctors, magicians, bishops, and deacons, men and phantoms, away from me! begone! Ye are all lies!"
The Heresiarchs. "We have martyrs more martyrs than thine, prayers that are more difficult, outbursts of love more sublime, ecstasies as prolonged as thine are."
Anthony. "But ye have no revelation! no proofs!"
(They all at once brandish in the air their rolls of papyrus, tablets of wood, scrolls of leather, rolls of woven stuff bearing inscriptions; and elbowing; and pushing each other, they all shout to Anthony.)
The Cerinthians. "Behold the Gospel of the Hebrews!"
The Marcionites. "Behold the Gospel of the Lord!"
The Marcosians. "The Gospel of Eve!"
The Eucratites. "The Gospel of Thomas!"
The Cainites. "The Gospel of Judas!"
Basilides. "The Treatise upon the Destiny of the Soul!"
Manes. "The Prophecy of Barkouf!"
(Anthony struggles, breaks from them, escapes them; and in a shadowy corner perceives—)
The Aged Ebionites
(withered as mummies, their eyes dull and dim, their eyebrows white as frost.
In tremulous voices they exclaim:—)
"We have known him, we have seen him! We knew the Carpenter's Son! We were then the same age as he; we dwelt in the same street. He used to amuse himself by modelling little birds of mud; aided his father at his work without fear of the sharp tools, or selected for his mother the skeins of dyed wool. Then he made a voyage to Egypt, from whence he brought back wondrous secrets. We were at Jericho when he came to find the Eater of Locusts. They talked together in a low voice, so that no one could hear what was said. But it was from that time that his name began to be noised abroad in Galilee, and that men began to relate many fables regarding him."
(They reiterate, tremulously:)
"We knew him! we others, we knew him!"
Anthony. "Ah, speak on, speak! What was his face like?"
Tertullian. "His face was wild and repulsive; forasmuch as he had burthened himself with all the crimes, all the woes, all the deformities of mankind."
Anthony. "Oh! no, no! I imagine, on the contrary, that his entire person must have been glorious with a beauty greater than the beauty of man!"
Eusebius of Cæsarea. "There is indeed, at Paneades, propped up against the walls of a crumbling edifice surrounded by a wilderness of weeds and creeping plants, a certain statue of stone which, some say, was erected by the Woman healed of the issue of blood. But time has gnawed the face of the statue, and the rains have worn the inscription away."
(A woman steps forward from the group of the Carpocratians.)
Marcellina. "I was once a deaconess at Rome, in a little church, where I used to exhibit to the faithful, the silver images, of Saint Paul, Homer, Pythagoras and Jesus Christ.
"I have only kept that of Jesus."
(She half opens her mantle.)
"Dost thou desire it?"
A Voice. "He reappears himself when we call upon him! It is the hour!—come!"
(And Anthony feels a brutal hand seize him by the arm, and drag him away.
He mounts a stairway in complete darkness; and after having ascended many steps, he finds himself before a door.
Then the one who is leading him—(is it Hilarion?—he does not know)—whispers in the ear of another: "The Lord is about to come!"—and they are admitted into a chamber, with a very low ceiling, and without furniture.
The first object which attracts his attention is a long blood-colored chrysalis, with a human head surrounded by rays, and the wordKnouphusinscribed all around it in Greek characters. It is placed upon the shaft of a column, which is in turn supported by a broad pedestal. Hanging upon the walls of the chamber are medallions of polished iron representing the heads of various animals:—the head of an ox, the head of a lion, the head of an eagle, the head of a dog, and the head of an ass—again!