"The Masque of the Red Death"
By Edgar Allan Poe

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New York : J. S. Redfield, 1850First published as "The Mask of the Red Death" in Graham's Lady's and Gentleman's Magazine in 1842. The story was republished in the Broadway Journal under the title "The Masque of the Red Death" in 1845, when Poe was editing that magazine. That is the title under which the story has become known, and we use it here. The text is based on the text published in The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe volume 1, Tales in 1850. Page images are drawn from the HathiTrust digital facsimile of the 1850 collection, sourced from the University of Minnesota.Baltimore, MD: Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore, n.d. Text for this digital edition drawn from https://www.eapoe.org/works/tales/masqueb.htm

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Poe, Edgar Allan. "The Masque of the Red Death". The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, J. S. Redfield, 1850 , Volume I pp 339-345 . Literature in Context: An Open Anthology. http://anthologydev.lib.virginia.edu/work/Poe/poe-masque. Accessed: 2024-12-13T11:19:15.909Z
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[TP] THE WORKS
OF THE LATE
EDGAR ALLAN POE
WITH
NOTICES OF HIS LIFE AND GENIUS.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
TALES.
NEW YORK:
J. S. REDFIELD, CLINTON HALL.
1850.
339 THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH.masque

THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avator and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest banpestban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

But the Prince Prosperoprospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatoriimprovisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death”.

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It was towards the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. These were seven—an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different, as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic windowgothic looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose colour varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the colour of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet—a deep blood colour. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and341 fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to harken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colours and effects. He disregarded the decoradecora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fetefete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders.342Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm—much of what has been since seen in “Hernani”hernani. There were arabesquearabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these—the dreams—writhed in and about taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away—they have endured but an instant—and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-coloured panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulged in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there 343were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumour of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise—then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade licence of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herodherod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince’s indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummermummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood—and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which, with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

“Who dares,”—he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him—“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang, at sunrise, from the battlements!”

It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince 344Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly, for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave cerementscerement and corpse-like mask, which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. 345He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

masqueThis story was first published in Graham's Magazine, a journal published in Philadelphia, in May 1842, under the title "The Mask of the Red Death: A Fantasy." Poe was editor of the magazine from February 1841 to April 1842; the story was probably at the printers' at the time he departed. (No one knows for certain why he left the mgazine, but most accounts suggest that he did so impulsively.) The story was republished in the Broadway Magazine in July 1845 when Poe was editing that magazine as "The Masque of the Red Death"; Poe had a habit of recycling stories, and in an era without copyright protection, there was nothing to stop him. "The Masque of the Red Death" is the title under which the story has become known, but the original title is still relevant, and Poe probably intends a play on words, with the word invoking both "masque" in the sense of an aristocratic spectacle or entertainment, and "mask" in the sense of the mask that the partygoers, including the character of the Red Death, are wearing. Poe's modern editor T. O. Mabbott suggests that the story of an aristocrat having a party in the midst of a plague probably comes from stories about such incidents that occurred during a cholera epidemic in Paris in 1832. Nathaniel Willis published an account of "a masque ball" in New York Mirror that he attended that year in the midst of the outbreak that seems to resemble the scenario of Poe's story closely: "There were some two thousand people, I should think, in fancy dresses, most of them grotesque and satirical, and the ball was kept up till seven in the morning, with all the extravagant gayety, noise, and fun, with which the French people manage such matters. There was a cholera-waltzm and a cholera-galopade, and one man, immensely tall, dresed as a personification of the Cholera itself, with skeleton armor, bloodshot eyes, and other horrible appurtances of a walking pestilence." [Nathaniel P. Willis, Pencillings by the Way, in The Prose Works of N. P. Willis, Philadelphia, 1854, p. 24.] Willis, perhaps the most famous journalist of the period, was so well known to American readers, and so close a friend of Poe's at this time, that it seems very likely that Poe read his account of rich people partying in the midst of an epidemic. "The Masque of the Red Death" has remained one of Poe's most popular short stories. - [JOB] pestban "Pest Ban" refers to the sign by which an individual could be incontrovertibly diagnosed with the plague. - [AJB] prosperoProspero is, of course, the name of the central character in William Shakespeare's 1611 play The Tempest. - [JOB] improvisatoriA group of Italian poets who were known for their ability to improvise songs on the spot. They may go back as far as the fourteenth century; by the middle of the nineteenth century, when Poe was writing, they were disappearing. - [JOB] gothicA stone arched window, such as one in what we now call a "Gothic" cathedral. - [JOB] decora 'Decora' is the Latin term for 'customs'. - [AJB] fete 'Fête' is the French term for 'party'. - [AJB] hernaniHernani, or l"Honneur Castilian is a play by Victor Hugo, first staged in 1830 in Paris. Set in the sixteenth-century Spanish court, the play had a copmlicated and violent plot. - [JOB] arabesque"Arabesque" in this context means only vaguely Islamic or Arab in style. - [JOB] herodIn the New Testament, Herod is the King of Israel at the time of the birth of Jesus. In the Gospel of Matthew, he is responsible for the massacre of the innocents, where he was said to have murdered all boys under the age of two when he heard of the birth of a king who would someday rival him. The phrase "out-Herod Herod" comes from Shakespeare's Hamlet. - [JOB] mummerA masked dancer in a traditional English dance, here probably being used more generally to describe a masked performer. - [JOB] cerement Waxed wrappings for the dead; or, generally, grave-clothes. Source: Oxford English Dictionary. - [AJB]

Footnotes

masque_This story was first published in Graham's Magazine, a journal published in Philadelphia, in May 1842, under the title "The Mask of the Red Death: A Fantasy." Poe was editor of the magazine from February 1841 to April 1842; the story was probably at the printers' at the time he departed. (No one knows for certain why he left the mgazine, but most accounts suggest that he did so impulsively.) The story was republished in the Broadway Magazine in July 1845 when Poe was editing that magazine as "The Masque of the Red Death"; Poe had a habit of recycling stories, and in an era without copyright protection, there was nothing to stop him. "The Masque of the Red Death" is the title under which the story has become known, but the original title is still relevant, and Poe probably intends a play on words, with the word invoking both "masque" in the sense of an aristocratic spectacle or entertainment, and "mask" in the sense of the mask that the partygoers, including the character of the Red Death, are wearing. Poe's modern editor T. O. Mabbott suggests that the story of an aristocrat having a party in the midst of a plague probably comes from stories about such incidents that occurred during a cholera epidemic in Paris in 1832. Nathaniel Willis published an account of "a masque ball" in New York Mirror that he attended that year in the midst of the outbreak that seems to resemble the scenario of Poe's story closely: "There were some two thousand people, I should think, in fancy dresses, most of them grotesque and satirical, and the ball was kept up till seven in the morning, with all the extravagant gayety, noise, and fun, with which the French people manage such matters. There was a cholera-waltzm and a cholera-galopade, and one man, immensely tall, dresed as a personification of the Cholera itself, with skeleton armor, bloodshot eyes, and other horrible appurtances of a walking pestilence." [Nathaniel P. Willis, Pencillings by the Way, in The Prose Works of N. P. Willis, Philadelphia, 1854, p. 24.] Willis, perhaps the most famous journalist of the period, was so well known to American readers, and so close a friend of Poe's at this time, that it seems very likely that Poe read his account of rich people partying in the midst of an epidemic. "The Masque of the Red Death" has remained one of Poe's most popular short stories.
pestban_ "Pest Ban" refers to the sign by which an individual could be incontrovertibly diagnosed with the plague.
prospero_Prospero is, of course, the name of the central character in William Shakespeare's 1611 play The Tempest.
improvisatori_A group of Italian poets who were known for their ability to improvise songs on the spot. They may go back as far as the fourteenth century; by the middle of the nineteenth century, when Poe was writing, they were disappearing.
gothic_A stone arched window, such as one in what we now call a "Gothic" cathedral.
decora_ 'Decora' is the Latin term for 'customs'.
fete_ 'Fête' is the French term for 'party'.
hernani_Hernani, or l"Honneur Castilian is a play by Victor Hugo, first staged in 1830 in Paris. Set in the sixteenth-century Spanish court, the play had a copmlicated and violent plot.
arabesque_"Arabesque" in this context means only vaguely Islamic or Arab in style.
herod_In the New Testament, Herod is the King of Israel at the time of the birth of Jesus. In the Gospel of Matthew, he is responsible for the massacre of the innocents, where he was said to have murdered all boys under the age of two when he heard of the birth of a king who would someday rival him. The phrase "out-Herod Herod" comes from Shakespeare's Hamlet.
mummer_A masked dancer in a traditional English dance, here probably being used more generally to describe a masked performer.
cerement_ Waxed wrappings for the dead; or, generally, grave-clothes. Source: Oxford English Dictionary.