The Buddha Part 1

The Buddha.

by Paul Carus.

DIRECTIONS TO THE STAGE MANAGER.

The scenery can be made very attractive by both historical accuracy and a display of Oriental luxury, but the drama may easily be performed with simple means at a small cost without losing its dramatic effect. Some of the changes, however, should be very rapid.

The interludes can be replaced by lantern slide pictures, or may be omitted.

If the interludes are retained there need not be any intermission in the whole drama.

The music for the Buddha's Hymn of Victory, pages 5 and 39 (see _The Open Court_, XIX, 49); the dirge on page 19, (_Open Court_, XIX, 567); Yasodhara's Song, page 37 (_Open Court_, XVIII, 625); and the Doxology, page 63 and at the end (_Open Court_, XVIII, 627), may be found in a collection ent.i.tled _Buddhist Hymns_ (Chicago, Open Court Publishing Co., 1911).

COPYRIGHT BY

THE OPEN COURT PUBLISHING CO.

1913

ACT I.

FIRST SCENE.

[A tropical garden in Kapilavatthu, in the background mountains, at a distance the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas. On the right near the front a marble bench surrounded with bushes. Further back the palace entrance of the Raja's residence. Above the entrance a balcony. On the left a fortified gate with a guard house; all built luxuriously in antique Indian style.]

_Present_: SUDDHODANA, _the king_ (_S_); PAj.a.pATI, _the queen_ (_P_), _and the minister of state_ VISAKHA (_V_).

_S._ My son Siddhattha truly loves his wife, And since their wedlock has been blessed by this Sweet, promising, this hale and healthy child, His melancholy will give way to joy, And we reclaim his n.o.ble energies To do good service for our race and state.

New int'rests and new duties give new courage And thus this babe will prove his father's saviour For he will tie his soul to life again.

_P._ I fear his grief lies deeper than you think.

_S._ What sayest thou, my trusty counselor?

_V._ This is the last hope which I have for him, I followed your advice and tried all means To cure Siddhattha of his pensive mood.

I taught him all that will appeal to man: The sports of youth, the joy of poetry And art, the grandeur of our ancient lore, The pleasures e'en of wanton sense; but naught Would satisfy the yearnings of his heart.

_S._ Yet for religion he shows interest: He ponders on the problems of the world.

_V._ Indeed he ponders on life's meaning much, Investigates the origin of things But irreligious are his ways of thought.

He shows no reverence for Issara, And Indra is to him a fairy tale.

He grudgeth to the G.o.ds a sacrifice And sheddeth tears at immolated lambs.

Oh no! he's not religious. If he were, His ills could easily be cured by faith, By confidence in Issara, the Lord.

_S._ What then is your opinion of the case?

_V._ Siddhattha is a youth of rarest worth, And he surpa.s.seth men in every virtue Except in one.--He is too independent: He recognizeth no authority, Neither of men nor G.o.ds. He suffereth [_More and more impressively_]

From the incurable disease of thought.

_S._ Cure thought with thought, teach him philosophy, Show him the purpose of our holy writ.

Instruct him in the meaning of the Vedas, Reveal to him their esoteric sense.

_V._ My lord, I did, but he is critical, He makes objections and will not believe.

He raises questions which I cannot answer, And his conclusions are most dangerous.

_P._ It seems to me that you exaggerate; Siddhattha is not dangerous. He is As gentle as my sister was, his mother, And almost overkind to every one.

_V._ I know, my gracious lady, but e'en kindness May harmful be, if it is out of place.

_S._ I see no danger in his gentle nature.

_V._ But he lacks strength, decision, warlike spirit.

_S._ That cometh with maturer years.

_V._ I doubt it: Your son, my Lord, not only hath no faith In holy writ, neither does he believe In caste-distinction, and he would upset The sanctioned order of our inst.i.tutions.

He would abolish sacrifice and holdeth The Brahman ritual in deep contempt.

_S._ Your words alarm me.

_V._ Rightly so; I fear That he will stir the people to rebellion; But since a child is born to him, his mind May turn from dreams to practical affairs.

There are some men who care not for themselves, Who scorn high caste, position, wealth and honor, So far as they themselves may be concerned, But they are anxious for their children's fortune, And so Siddhattha soon may change his views.

_S._ Let us be patient for a while yet longer.

Keep everything unpleasant out of sight, Invite him merry company. Remove His gloomy cousin Devadatta. He tries To reach a state of bliss by fasts, His very play is penance and contrition.

_P._ Ananda is a better boon companion, He is not so morose as Devadatta.

_S._ Neither is he the right friend for my son.

I grant he has a loving disposition, But he is pensive too. Surround Siddhattha With lads such as the gardner's jolly son, Kala Udayin. Like a lark he warbles!

Would there were more like him. He jokes and laughs And never makes a sullen face. But tell me How is to-day Kala Udayin's father?

_V._ His sickness turns from bad to worse. I fear He cannot live.

_S._ [_with concern_] Have him removed from here; Siddhattha likes him much and if he knew Udayin's sorry fate, it might undo All good effects of joyful fatherhood.

_V._ The best will be to move him in the night.

_S._ Move him by night, and do it soon.--But hush, Yasodhara is coming with her babe.

YASODHARA (_Y_) _and two attendant maids, one carries an umbrella, shading the Princess; the other,_ GOPA (_G_), _carries the infant_.

_P._ [_meets her and kisses her._]