Front Page Titles (by Subject) ACT I. - The Works of Voltaire, Vol. IX The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Alzire, Orestes, Sémiramis, Catiline, Pandora) and Part II (The Scotch Woman, Nanine, The Prude, The Tatler).
ACT I. - Voltaire, The Works of Voltaire, Vol. IX The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Alzire, Orestes, Sémiramis, Catiline, Pandora) and Part II (The Scotch Woman, Nanine, The Prude, The Tatler). 
From The Works of Voltaire, A Contemporary Version, (New York: E.R. DuMont, 1901), A Critique and Biography by John Morley, notes by Tobias Smollett, trans. William F. Fleming. Vol. IX The Dramatic Works Part 1 (Alzire, Orestes, Sémiramis, Catiline, Pandora) and Part II (The Scotch Woman, Nanine, The Prude, The Tatler).
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The scene represents a fine country, with mountains at a distance.
prometheus, chorus of nymphs, pandora.
[At the farther end of the stage, lying down in an alcove.
- In vain, Pandora, do I call on thee,
- My lovely work; alas! thou hearest me not,
- All stranger as thou art to thy own charms,
- And to Prometheus’ love: the heart I formed
- Is still insensible; thy eyes are void
- Of motion; still the ruthless power of Jove
- Denies thee life, and drives me to despair:
- Whilst nature breathes around thee, and the birds
- In tender notes express their passion, thou
- Art still inanimate; death holds thee still
- Beneath his cruel empire.
prometheus, the titans, enceladus, typhon, etc.
enceladus and typhon.
- Child of Earth
- And Heaven, thy cries have raised the forest; speak;
- Who amongst the gods hath wronged Prometheus?
- [Pointing to Pandora.
- Is jealous of my work divine; he fears
- That altars will be raised to my Pandora;
- He cannot bear to see the earth adorned
- With such a peerless object; he denies
- To grant her life, and makes my woes eternal.
- That proud usurper Jove did ne’er create
- Our nobler souls; life, and its sacred flame,
- Come not from him.
- [Pointing to his brother Typhon.
- We are the sons of Night
- And Tartarus:
- To thee, eternal night, we pray,
- Thou wert long before the day;
- Let then to Janarus Olympus yield.
- Let the unrelenting Jove
- Join the jealous gods above;
- Life and all its blessings flow
- From hell, and from the gods below.
prometheus and the two titans.
- Come from the centre, gods of night profound,
- And animate her beauty; let your power
- Assist our bold emprize!
- Your voice is heard,
- The day looks pale, and the astonished earth
- Shakes from its deep foundations: Erebus
- Appears before us.
- [The scene changing represents chaos; all the gods of hell come upon the stage.]
chorus of infernal deities.
- Light is hateful to our eyes,
- Jove and heaven we despise;
- The guilty race, as yet unborn, must go
- With us to hell’s profoundest depths below.
- The waves of Lethe, and the flames of hell,
- Shall ravage all: speak, whom must Janarus
- In its dark womb embrace?
- I love the earth,
- And would not hurt it: to that beauteous object
- [Pointing to Pandora
- Have I given birth; but Jove denies it power
- To breathe, to think, to love, and to be happy.
the three parcæ.
- All our glory, and our joy,
- Is to hurt, and to destroy;
- Heaven alone can give it breath,
- We can nought bestow but death.
- Away then, ye destroyers, ye are not
- The deities Prometheus shall adore;
- Hence to your gloomy seats, ye hateful powers,
- And leave the world in peace.
- Tremble thou, for thou shalt prove
- Soon the fatal power of love:
- We will unchain the fiends of war,
- And death’s destructive gates unbar.
- [The infernal deities disappear, and the country resumes its verdure: the nymphs of the woods range themselves on each side of the stage.]
- [To the Titans.
- Why would ye call forth from their dark abyss
- The foes of nature, to obscure the light
- Of these fair regions?
- From hell Pandora never shall receive
- That flame divine which only heaven should give.
- Since, good Prometheus, ’tis thy dear delight
- To scatter blessings o’er this new abode,
- Thou best deservest to be its master: haste
- To yon blest regions, and snatch thence the flame
- Celestial, form a soul, and be thyself
- The great Creator.
- Love’s in heaven; he reigns
- O’er all the gods: I’ll throw his darts around,
- And light up his fierce fires: he is my god,
- And will assist Prometheus.
chorus of nymphs.
- Fly to the immortal realms above,
- And penetrate the throne of Jove;
- The world to thee shall altars raise,
- And millions celebrate thy praise.
End of the First Act.