Was then supreme.  But would they now?—­Nay, nay,
It is too late to blow on the cold embers
Of this dispute; with all thy wits and firmness
Thou’lt not withstand him.  Were’t not better for thee
To furnish to our chief a wise example,
Proclaim Dimitry tsar, and by that act
Bind him your friend for ever?  How thinkest thou?

Basmanov.  Tomorrow thou shalt know.

Pushkin.  Resolve.

Basmanov.  Farewell.

Pushkin.  Ponder it well, Basmanov.

(Exit.)

Basmanov.  He is right. 
Everywhere treason ripens; what shall I do? 
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the Otrepiev?  Had I not better
Forestall the stormy onset of the flood,
Myself to—­ah!  But to forswear mine oath! 
Dishonour to deserve from age to age! 
The trust of my young sovereign to requite
With horrible betrayal!  ’Tis a light thing
For a disgraced exile to meditate
Sedition and conspiracy; but I? 
Is it for me, the favourite of my lord?—­
But death—­but power—­the people’s miseries...

(He ponders.)

Here!  Who is there? (Whistles.) A horse here! 
Sound the muster!

PUBLIC SQUARE IN MOSCOW

Pushkin enters, surrounded by the people

The people.  The tsarevich a boyar hath sent to us. 
Let’s hear what the boyar will tell us.  Hither! 
Hither!

Pushkin. (On a platform.) Townsmen of Moscow!  The tsarevich
Bids me convey his greetings to you. (He bows.) Ye know
How Divine Providence saved the tsarevich
From out the murderer’s hands; he went to punish
His murderer, but God’s judgment hath already
Struck down Boris.  All Russia hath submitted
Unto Dimitry; with heartfelt repentance
Basmanov hath himself led forth his troops
To swear allegiance to him.  In love, in peace
Dimitry comes to you.  Would ye, to please
The house of Godunov, uplift a hand
Against the lawful tsar, against the grandson
Of Monomakh?

The people.  Not we.

Pushkin.  Townsmen of Moscow! 
The world well knows how much ye have endured
Under the rule of the cruel stranger; ban,
Dishonour, executions, taxes, hardships,
Hunger—­all these ye have experienced. 
Dimitry is disposed to show you favour,
Courtiers, boyars, state-servants, soldiers, strangers,
Merchants—­and every honest man.  Will ye
Be stubborn without reason, and in pride
Flee from his kindness?  But he himself is coming
To his ancestral throne with dreadful escort. 
Provoke not ye the tsar to wrath, fear God,
And swear allegiance to the lawful ruler;
Humble yourselves; forthwith send to Dimitry
The Metropolitan, deacons, boyars,
And chosen men, that they may homage do
To their lord and father.