JOSABET, SALOMITH, THE CHOIR.
JOSABET.
That is enough, my daughters, cease your chanting:
Tis time to mingle in the public prayers.
Our hour is come; Let us go celebrate
This glorious day, and, in our turn, appear
Before the Lord. What do I see! my son!
What is the cause that hastens your return?
Where run you thus, all pale and out of breath?


ZACHARIAH.
O, my mother!


JOSABET.
Well! what!


ZACHARIAH.
The temple is profaned!


JOSABET.
How?—


ZACHARIAH.
And by the Lord the temple is abandoned.


JOSABET.
I tremble; hasten to enlighten me.


ZACHARIAH.
My sire, the high priest, having offered up,
According to the law, the sacred bread
Of the new harvest, to the God that fosters
Mankind, appearing still with gory hands
Fresh from the reeking entrails of the victim;
Close to his side the young Eliacin
Assisting, like myself, in linen vests;
The priests, meanwhile, with sacrificial blood
Besprinkling the assembly and the altar;
A murmur indistinct arose; at once
The astonished people turn aside their glance,—
A woman—can I name her and not curse?—
A woman—It was Athaliah's self!


JOSABET.
Heavens!


ZACHARIAH.
In one of the church courts, reserved for men,
This haughty woman enters, with proud mien,
And even prepares to overpass the bounds
Of the enclosure sacred, which alone
Is open to the Levites. Terrified
The people fled in every way. My father—
Ah! what resentment kindled in his eye!
Moses to Pharoah seemed less formidable:
Queen! go! said he, and quit this awful place,
From which thy sex and vices banish thee:
Dost thou come here to brave the majesty
Of the Eternal God? At which the queen,
Casting on him infuriated glance,
Her mouth was opening, doubtless, to blaspheme:
I know not if the angel of the Heavens
Appearing showed to her a flaming sword;
But instantly her tongue and lips were frozen,
And all her over-boldness was abashed;
As if her eyes were awe-struck, they were fixed;
And, above all, Eliacin appeared
To amaze her.


JOSABET.
What! Has Eliacin been seen by her?


ZACHARIAH.
We both of us beheld that cruel queen,
Who with an equal horror struck our hearts:
But very soon the priests surrounded us—
They caused us to withdraw. Of all the rest
I'm ignorant, and I returned to tell
You of this woeful uproar.


JOSABET.
She came, no doubt, to tear him from our arms;
Her fury came to seek him at the altar!
Perhaps, the object of so many tears
Is at this moment—God, who seest my grief,
Do Thou remember David!


SALOMITH.
What is the reason of your flooding tears?


ZACHARIAH.
Ah! Is Eliacin's life in danger?


SALOMITH.
Has he attracted Athaliah's rage?


ZACHARIAH.
What! does she fear a child without support,
And fatherless?


JOSABET.
Ah! here she is. Come, let us go: we must
Avoid her.