FORLOVE OF THE KING A BURMESE MASQUE BYOSCAR WILDE METHUEN & CO. LTD. 36 ESSEX STREET W. C. LONDON _First Published by Methuen & Co. Ltd. In 1922_ _This Edition on handmade paper is limited to 1000 copies_ INTRODUCTORY NOTE The very interesting and richly coloured masque or pantomimic play whichis here printed in book form for the first time, was invented sometime in1894 or possibly a little earlier. It was written, not for publication, but as a personal gift to the author's friend and friend of his family, Mrs. Chan Toon, and was sent to her with the letter that follows andexplains its origin. Mrs. Chan Toon, before her marriage to Mr. Chan Toon, a Burmesegentleman, nephew of the King of Burma and a barrister of the MiddleTemple, was Miss Mabel Cosgrove, the daughter of Mr. Ernest Cosgrove ofLancaster Gate, a friend of Sir William and Lady Wilde, and herselfbrought up with Oscar and his brother Willie. For a long while Mrs. Chan Toon, who after her husband's death becameMrs. Woodhouse-Pearse, refused to permit the masque to be printed. Thelate Robert Ross much wanted to include it in an edition of Wilde'sworks, of which it now forms a part, but he could not obtain its owner'sconsent. An arrangement, however, having been completed, the play is nowmade public. TITE STREET, CHELSEA, _November_ 27, 1894 _My dear Mrs. Chan Toon_, _I am greatly repentant being so long in acknowledging receipt of_ "_Told on the Pagoda_. " _I enjoyed reading the stories_, _and much admired their quaint and delicate charm_. _Burmah calls to me_. _Under another cover I am sending you a fairy play entitled_ "_For Love of the King_, " _just for your own amusement_. _It is the outcome of long and luminous talks with your distinguished husband in the Temple and on the river_, _in the days when I was meditating writing a novel as beautiful and as intricate as a Persian praying-rug_. _I hope that I have caught the atmosphere_. _I should like to see it acted in your Garden House on some night when the sky is a sheet of violet and the stars like women's eyes_. _Alas_, _it is not likely_. _I am in the throes of a new comedy_. _I met a perfectly wonderful person the other day who unconsciously has irradiated my present with sinuous suggestion_: _a Swedish Baron_, _French in manner_, _Athenian in mind_, _and Oriental in morals_. _His society is a series of revelations_. . . . _I was at Oakley Street on Thursday_; _my mother tells me she sends you a letter nearly every week_. _Constance desires to be warmly remembered_, _while I_, _who am bathing my brow in the perfume of water-lilies_, _lay myself at the feet of you and yours_. _OSCAR WILDE_ PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY KING MENG BENG (_Lord of a Thousand White Elephants_, _CountlessUmbrellas and other attributes of greatness_). U. RAI GYAN THOO (_A Prime Minister_). SHAH MAH PHRU (_A Girl_, _half Italian_, _half Burmese_, _of dazzlingbeauty_). DHAMMATHAT (_Legal Adviser to the Court_). HIP LOONG (_A Chinese Wizard of great repute_). MOUNG PHO MHIN (_Minister of Finance_). TWO ENVOYS FROM THE KING OF CEYLON. NOBLES, COURTIERS, SOOTHSAYERS, POONYGEES, DANCING GIRLS, BETEL-NUTCARRIERS, UMBRELLA BEARERS, FOLLOWERS, SERVANTS, SLAVES, amongst whom areseveral CHINESE but no INDIANS. TIME: _The Sixteenth Century_. ACT I SCENE I _The palace of the_ KING OF BURMAH. _The scene is laid in the Hall of aHundred Doors_. _In the distance can be seen the moat_, _the waitingelephants_, _and the peacocks promenading proudly in the blindingsunshine of late afternoon_. _The scene discovers_ KING MENG BENG_seated on a raised cushion sewn with rubies_, _under a canopy supportedby four attendants_, _motionless as bronze figures_. _By his side is abetel-nut box_, _glittering with gems_. _On either side of him_, _butmuch lower down_, _are the_ TWO AMBASSADORS OF THE KING OF CEYLON, _bearers of the King of Ceylon's consent to the marriage of his onlydaughter to Meng Beng in two years' time_, _men of grave_, _majesticmien_, _clad in flowing robes almost monastic in their white simplicity_. _They smoke gravely at the invitation of_ MENG BENG. _Round about are grouped the courtiers_, _the poonygees_, _and thekneeling servants_, _while in the background wait the dancing girls_. _Banners_, _propelled with a measured rhythm_, _create an agreeablebreeze_. _On a great table of gold stand goblets of gold and heaped-upfruits_. _Everywhere will be observed the emblems of the Royal Peacockand the Sacred White Elephant_. _Burmese musical instruments sound anabrupt but charming discord_. _The poinsettias flower punctuates pointsof deepest colour from out of vases fashioned like the lotus_. _Orchidsare everywhere_. _The indescribable scent of Burmah steals across thefootlights_. _The glow_, _the colour_, _the sun-swept vista sweepsacross the senses_. THE KING _claps his hands_. _The_ DANCING GIRLS, _at the signal_, _advance_. _They are clad in dresses made of fishscales_, _which are fastened with diamonds and pale emeralds_, _toimitate the upthrown spray on the crest of a wave_. _The danceconcluded_, _the_ CINGALESE AMBASSADORS _rise and prepare to takeceremonious leave of_ THE KING, _who hands to them_, _through his_VIZIER, _his message to His Majesty of Ceylon_, _inscribed on palm leavesand enclosed in a bejewelled casket_. _Many flowery speeches pass_. _Exit_ (_L. _), _walking backwards_. THE KING _expresses a desire for rest before starting by the Moon ofTaboung _{4} _for the Pagoda of Golden Flowers_. _Exit_ MENG BENG (_C. _), _an alcove of satin hangings which commands aview of the great hall_. _The Crowd break up into groups_. U. RAI GYAN THOO _and_ MOUNG PHO MHIN_converse on the tendency of the King to interference in affairs ofState_; _his extreme youth and delicacy of temperament_; _the pity thatthe marriage is to be so long delayed_; _the necessity to find him somedistraction in the meantime_. _Suddenly the tom-toms sound loudly_. _There is much movement_. _Themoon rises over the sea_. _Torches flare as the attendants move to andfro in the gardens beyond_. _The White Elephant of the King_, _with its trappings of gold_, _is ledto the entrance where_, _at a word_, _it sinks obediently to the ground_. THE KING _appears_. _He has changed his gay apple-green dress to one ofmore sombre hue_. _He enters the howdah_--_the elephant rises_--_theprocession starts_. _It consists of not fewer than two hundred persons_, _keeping in view of the audience until lost by a bend in the avenue_. SCENE II THE PAGODA OF GOLDEN FLOWERS Midnight _Surrounded by Peepul-trees_, _the great Htee_, {6} _with its crown of amyriad jewels_, _rises towards the violet_, _star-studded sky_, _itsgolden bells tinkling in a soft night-wind_. _When the curtain rises_, _the circular platform is deserted_. _Statuesof Buddha seated and recumbent fill the numberless niches in the wall_, _and before each burn long candles_; _heaped-up pink roses and japonicaon brass trays are lit from above by swinging coloured lamps_. _Atintervals are stalls laden with fruit and cheroots_. _All ismysterious_, _solemn_, _beautiful_. _A deep Burmese gong tolls_. _People emerge from the four staircasesthat lead up to the platform_. _Men_, _women_, _and children_, _all ingala attire_. _The young people conversing_, _gesticulating_, _smiling_. _The older people_, _more subdued_, _carry beads and votive offering toBuddha_. _Charming Burmese girls_, _with huge cigars_, _meet and greethandsome Burmese men smoking cheroots and wearing flowers in their ears_. _Children play silently with coloured balls_. _In the corners_, _undercanopies_, _are seated fortune-tellers_, _busy casting horoscopes_. _Itis a veritable riot of colour_, _with never a discordant note_. _Through the crowd_ THE KING _passes alone and unrecognised_, _anddisappears through double doors of heavily carved teak wood_. _He hashardly passed when_ MAH PHRU, _a very lovely girl_, _enters in distress_. _She whispers that she desires an audience of the King who has comeamongst them_. _The few who hear her shrug their shoulders_, _smile_, _and pass on_. _They are incredulous_. _She goes from group to group_, _but the people turn from her with disdain_. _Then the great doorsopen_, _and_ THE KING _is seen_. _The girl throws herself_, _Orientalfashion_, _in his path_. _Her beauty and her pathos arrest his attentionand he waves aside those who would interfere_. _She implores_ THE KING'S_protection_. _She is willing to be his slave_. _He listens with deepattention_. _She explains that since her father's death she has beencontinuously persecuted by the village people on the double count of herItalian blood and her poverty_. _The girl invites him to come to her hut in the forest and verify whatshe says_. _With a gesture he signifies that he will follow where sheleads_. _She rises_. _The crowd gathers round_--_all are hushed tosilence_. THE KING, _as one entranced_, _puts aside all who would in anyway interfere_. _The girl precedes him_, _going from the Pagoda towardsthe night_. _When she reaches the great staircase_, _she beckons_, _Oriental fashion_, _with downward hand_. _The scene should_, _ingrouping and colour_, _make for rare beauty_. SCENE III _A humble dhunni-thatched hut_, _set amidst the whispering grandeur ofthe jungle_, _with its mighty trees_, _its trackless paths_, _itsindescribable silence_. _The curtain discovers_ MAH PHRU _and_ THE KING, _who expresses his amazement at the loneliness and the poverty of herlot_. _She explains that poverty is not what frightens her_, _but theenmity of those who live yonder_, _and who make it almost impossible forher to sell her cucumbers or her pineapples_. THE KING'S _gaze neverleaves the face or figure of the girl_. _He declares that he willprotect her_--_that he will build her a home here in the shadow of theloneliness around them_. _He has two years of an unfetteredfreedom_--_for those years he can command his life_. _He loves her_, _hedesires her_--_they will find a Paradise together_. _The girl trembleswith joy_--_with fear_--_with surprise_. "And after two years?" _sheasks_. "Death, " _he answers_. ACT II SCENE I _The jungle once more_. _Time_: _noonday_. _In place of the hut is abuilding_, _half Burmese_, _half Italian villa_, _of white Chunam_, _withcurled roofs rising on roofs_, _gilded and adorned with spiral carvingsand a myriad golden and jewel-encrusted bells_. _On the broad verandahsare thrown Eastern carpets_, _rugs_, _embroideries_. _The world is sun-soaked_. _The surrounding trees stand sentinel-like inthe burning light_. _Burmese servants squat motionless_, _smoking on thebroad white steps that lead from the house to the garden_. _The crowscroak drowsily at intervals_. _Parrots scream intermittently_. _Thesound of a guitar playing a Venetian love-song can be heard coming fromthe interior_. _Otherwise life apparently sleeps_. _Two elderlyretainers break the silence_. "When will the Thakin tire of this?" _one asks the other in kindlycontempt_. "The end is already at hand. I read it at dawn to-day. " "Whence will it come?" "I know not. It is written that one heart will break. " "He will leave her?" "He will leave her. He will have no choice--who can war with Fate?" _The sun shifts a little_; _a light breeze kisses the motionless palmleaves_--_they quiver gracefully_. _Attendants appear R. And L. Bearinga great Shamiana_ (_tent_), _silver poles_, _carved chairs_, _footsupports_, _fruit_, _flowers_, _embroidered fans_. _Three musicians insemi-Venetian-Burmese costume follow with their instruments_. _The tenterected_, _enter_ (C. ) MENG BENG _and_ MAH PHRU, _followed by two Burmesewomen carrying two tiny children in Burmese fashion on their hips_. _The servants retire to a distance_. MENG BENG _and_ MAH PHRU _seatthemselves on carven chairs_; _the children are placed at their feet andgiven coloured glass balls to play with_. MENG BENG _and_ MAH PHRU _gazeat them with deep affection and then at each other_. _The musicians play light_, _zephyr-like airs_. MENG BENG _and_ MAH PHRU_talk together_. MENG BENG _smokes a cigar_, MAH PHRU _has one of thebig yellow cheroots affected by Burmese women to-day_. "It wants but two days to the two years, " _he tells her sadly_. "And you are happy?" "As a god. " _She smiles radiantly_. _She suspects nothing_. _She is more beautifulthan before_. _Her dress is of the richest Mandalay silks_. _She wearsbig nadoungs of rubies in her ears_. _Presently_ MENG BENG _arranges a set of ivory chessmen on a low tablebetween them_. _The sun sinks slowly_. _The sound of approaching wheelsis heard_. _Enter_ (_C. _) U. RAI GYAN THOO, _preceded by two servants_. MENG BENG_looks up in surprise_--_in alarm_. _He rises_, _etc. _, _and goesforward_. U. RAI GYAN THOO _presents a letter written on palm leaves_. MENG BENG _does not open it_. _The curtains at the opening of the tent are_, _Oriental fashion_, _dropped_. _The music ceases_. MENG BENG _and the_ GRAND VIZIER _converse apart_. _The Ministerexplains that the Princess of Ceylon's ship and its great convoy havealready been sighted_. _The Court and city wait in eager expectancy_. _The King has worshipped long enough at the Pagoda of GoldenFlowers_--_his subjects and his bride call to him_. U. RAI GYAN THOO_has come to take him to them_. MENG BENG _is terribly distressed_. "You can return one day, " _the Vizier tells him_. "The Pagoda willremain. I also, once, in years long dead, Lord of the Sea and Moon, worshipped at a Pagoda. " MENG BENG _seeks_ MAH PHRU _to explain that he goes on urgent affairs_, _that he will come back to her and to his sons_, _perhaps before thewaning of the new moon_. _Their parting is sad with the pensive sadnessof look and gesture peculiar to Eastern people_. MENG BENG _goes_ (C. ) _with_ U. RAI GYAN THOO. MAH PHRU _mounts to theverandah to watch them go from behind the curtains_. _Then_, _slowlysinking across the heaped-up cushions_, _she faints_. _The sun has set_. _The music ceases_. _The melancholy cry of thepeacocks fills the silence_. ACT DROP ACT III SCENE I _Seven years have elapsed_. _The same scene_. _Curtain discovers_ MAH PHRU _seated on a high verandah_. _A clearancehas been made in the surrounding trees to give a full view of the roadbeyond_. _She is watching_, _always watching_. _With her are twobeautiful little boys_. "To-day, perhaps, " _she murmurs_. "Perhaps to-morrow; but withoutfail--one day. " "Look!" _she cries_. "At last my lord returns!" _Coming up the jungle road_, _in view of the audience_, _are a bevy ofhorsemen_. MAH PHRU, _wondering_, _descends to greet them_. _Enter_ U. RAI GYANTHOO. _He is dressed all in white_, _which is Burmese mourning_. MAHPHRU _sinks back_--_she fears the worst_. _The old man reassures her_. _He tells her that_ MENG BENG _has sent for his sons_--_that the Queen isdead_, _and there is no heir_. "Queen? What Queen?" _demands_ MAH PHRU. "The Queen of Burmah. " _So_ MAH PHRU _learns for the first time that her lover is the ruler ofthe country_, _supreme master of and dictator to everyone_. _Weeping_, _but not daring to disobey_, _she summons the children toher_; _then_, _sinking on her knees_, _entreats in moving and patheticwords to be permitted to go with them_, _in the lowest most menialcapacity_. U. RAI GYAN THOO _refuses_. _There is no place for her inthe greatness of the world yonder_. "Even Kings forget, " _he says_. "Itis the command of the supreme Lord of the Earth and of the Sky that sheremain where she is. " _Then he orders his followers to make the necessary arrangements for thesafe journey of their future king and his brother_. _The children stand passive in their gay dress_, _but are bewildered andafraid_. MAH PHRU _has risen to her feet_. _She appears as if turned tobronze_--_a model of restraint and dignity_, _blent with colour andbeauty and infinite grace_. THE CURTAIN DESCENDS SLOWLY SCENE II _The same night_. _The home of the Chinese Wizard_, HIP LOONG, _by the river_--_a placefitted with Chinese things_: _Dragons of gold with eyes of jade gleamingfrom out dim corners_, _Buddhas of gigantic size fashioned of pricelessmetals with heads that move_, _swinging banners with fringes ofmany-coloured stones_, _lanterns with glass slides on which are paintedgrotesque figures_. _The air is full of the scent of joss sticks_. _TheWizard reclines on a divan_, _inhaling opium slowly_, _clothed with thesubdued gorgeousness of China_--_blue and tomato-red predominate_. _Hehas the appearance of a wrinkled walnut_. _His forehead is a lattice-work of wrinkles_. _His pigtail_, _braided with red_, _is twisted roundhis head_. _His hands are as claws_. _The effect is weird_, _unearthly_. _Enter_ MAH PHRU. _The Wizard silently motions her to some piled-up cushions at a littledistance_. _He listens to what she tells him_. _He appears unmoved_, _at a recital apparently full of tragedy_. _Only the eyes of the dragonsmove_, _and the heads of the Buddhas go slowly like pendulums_. _Whenshe has finished speaking_, HIP LOONG _makes reply_. "This is how passion always ends. I have lived for a thousand years; andon this planet it is ever the same. " MAH PHRU _is not listening_. "How can I go to my children?" _she demands_, _once again_. "I can turn you into a bird, " _the Wizard says_. "You can fly to thepalace and walk and watch ever on that terrace in the rose gardens abovethe sea. " "What bird?" _she asks_, _trembling_. "You shall have the form of the white paddy bird, because, though a womanand foolish as women ever are, you are very pure ivory. O! daughter ofman and of love. " _To this_ MAH PHRU _dissents_. _She paces the long room_. "Transform me into a peacock; they are more beautiful. " _The Wizard_, _leaning on his elbow_, _smiles_, _and the smile is arevelation of a mocking comprehension_. "So be it. " _He bows his head_. _The lights fade one by one_. CURTAIN SCENE III _The Gardens of the Palace of the King_. _Time_: _late afternoon_. _Colonnades of roses stretch away on every side_. _Fountains play_, _throwing a shower on water-lilies of monstrous size_. _Peacocks walkwith stately tread across the green turf_. _Only one_, _larger and morebeautiful than the rest_, _is perched alone_, _with drooping head andfolded tail_, _on the broad-pillared terrace that overhangs the sea_. _The scene is aglow with light and colour_, _yet holds a shadowedsilence_. _Enter some courtiers_, _who converse in perturbed fashion as they gotowards the Palace_. _Enter_ MOUNG PHO MHIN _and_ U. RAI GYAN THOO, _accompanied by the CourtPhysicians and Astrologers_. "The King cannot live beyond the night, " _the Physicians say_. _Thesudden_, _mysterious illness that has attacked him defies their skill_. _The Astrologers declare that the stars in their courses fight againsthis recovery_; _unless a miracle should happen_, _the new day will seehim dead_. _The Ministers regard each other in consternation_; _then walk theterrace with bent heads_. _The peacock on the wall spreads its tail and utters a melancholy cry ofpoignant pain_. _The listeners start in superstitious horror_. _The peacock folds its tail and resumes its meditations_. "That bird is not as other birds, " _one astrologer declares_. "I havewatched it for years past--it is ever alone--the others all avoid it. Ithink it has a soul. " "You mistake, " _replies his colleague_; "it is but an evil Nat. {32}Observe its eyes: they are not those of a bird; they are those of aspirit in prison. " _They pass on in the wake of the ministers_. _The peacock closes its eyes_. _Enter the two young_ PRINCES, _accompanied by two great Pegu hounds_. _They converse in subdued tones_, _strolling slowly_. _They are followedby pages of honour_, _carrying grain_, _which the young men proceed todistribute amongst the birds as they rapidly approach them_. _Thepeacock on the wall never stirs_; _she watches the young men always_. _Then the elder one comes with a handful of food and proffers it_, _butthe peacock does not eat_. "I shall never understand you, Queen of the Kingdom of Birds, " _he says_, _and strokes her feathers_. _At his touch the plumage scintillates witha brighter_, _a more exquisite sheen_. _He murmurs to the bird in soft tones and mythical words_. _He tells itthat the fear of everyone is that the King is mortally stricken_, _for helies yonder in most strange and evil agony_; _that the hearts of himselfand his brother are numb with the sorrow that knows no language_. _Thebird listens eagerly_. _And if the King should go_, _he_, _the speaker_, _will reign in his stead_. _The prospect fills him with fear_. _Hedesires_, _as also his brother_, _if the King must die_, _to return todwell in the forest with the mother who he knows awaits them there_. _The peacock spreads its wings as if for flight_, _then crouches downonce more_, _and over it watches the young prince_. _The sun envelops them both in a sudden shaft of rose and purple andgold_. _A servant descends and comes across the grass_. _He shikoesprofoundly to the two young men_, _lifting up his hands in the deepestreverence of Burmah_. "The Lord of the Earth and the Sky desires his sons; he nears the GreatUnknown. " CURTAIN SCENE IV _The retreat of_ HIP LOONG, _the Wizard_. _Time_: _the same night_. _The curtain discovers_ MAH PHRU, _who has returned to human form_, _andthe Wizard together_. _He tells her that he has restored her to her former state only becauseshe has implored him to do so_; _that her life is measured by hours as aconsequence of such insensate folly in breaking the vow of five yearsback_. "But the King will live, " _she murmurs_. "The King will live. He will find happiness with someone fairer thanyou. That is well. Your life for his. It is the price. " "The price is nothing. Have I not looked on my heart's beloved one forfive years--looked on his face--heard his voice--trembled with joy at hisfootsteps? Have I not waited and watched? Have I not gazed on my sonsand seen their royal bearing, and known their touch?" "You are, then, content?" "You are a Wizard--you can read that I am. " "It is not I that am a Wizard--it is Love. That is the only Wizard thisworld knows. " CURTAIN SCENE V _The bed-chamber of the King_--_vast and shadowy_. _On heaped-upcushions and covers of yellow and blue_, _under a pearl-sewn creamyvelvet baldaquin_, _embroidered with peacocks_, _lies_ MENG BENG, _mortally stricken_; _his face bears the ashen pallor that only darkskins know_. _The ministers_, _the servants_, _the courtiers_, _thecountless motley gathering of an Eastern Court are scattered in anxiousgroups_, _watching_, _waiting_, _murmuring_. _Only the space near thecouch is clear_. _Without_, _the dawn breaks over the sea_, _and_, _stealing through the opening_, _makes the great chamber flush till itlooks like porphyry_. _The tolling of a deep gong and the voices of a myriad birds invade thethrobbing silence of the Palace_. "He passes, " _murmur the physicians_. _Everyone's gaze turns to thedying man_. "Yet his star is in the ascendant, " _say the astrologers_. _The risensun touches him with its light like a caress_. _He opens his eyes_. _Hissons advance_. _They raise him high on his cushions and give arestorative_. _The end has come_. _Suddenly he rallies slightly_. _The doors at the far end are rudely opened_. _A woman_, _young andlovely_, _advances_, _thrusting roughly aside the many hands stretchedout to bar her path_. _She reaches the King_. "I bring you life, Star of my Soul, " _she cries_, "I bring you life, "_and so saying_, _falls dead at his feet_. _The Courtiers rush forward_. _The King rises_. _He stands erect_. _The sun lies like a golden benediction over all_. _Jewels glitter_. _The whole world of birds sing_. THE CURTAIN FALLS Footnotes: {4} One of the greatest feasts of the Buddhist year. {6} Spire. {32} Fairy.