24
ACT II
FORTY YEARS AFTERWARDS
[The scene is an open and stormy sea. RuPua, with her
staff, wave-riding in a cockle-shell,|
RupnHa. Ha! Ha!
In the storm
I ride.
The winds bear me.
The waves fear me.
I appal ; 1 inform
Their pride.
Let him hither,
Drifting ever
Wrecked and lost !
His life shall wither.
The dirk shall sever
His rune ill-crossed.
I hear him come
Across the foam
With a bang and a boom.
The winds, hum, hum.
The billows comb.
Ho! Ho! the doom!
Ho! Ho! I have won.
I shall win.