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1912 · PDF PAGE 36

Household Gods

…ealth. Crassus. Be off with you, foul — Aurcta. ‘Well? Crassus. I'll swim and stab them. The black mouth ofhell ‘Yawns for their murder. Autcta. Tl be at the death. Dive then; but softly. Scarcely draw your breath. 39

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1912 · PDF PAGE 39

Household Gods

Autcta, Hush, you coarse slave; we'll surprise ‘Your good wife in her mystic exercise, Quick, through the bramble! [They burst through upon ADELA. ‘Crassus. Now, you beast, I've got you! The curse of God, and plague of Naples, rot you! For this white brute—one slit! [2e cuts the throat of Tu SWAN mith his dagger. ADELA, Oh love betrayed! O my dead beauty! Faugh! deceitful maid. Not Crassus found me out. Had I the wings Of my dead love—oh lovel_— Aticta. Why, wondrous thingst ADELA. ‘These nails shall serve. A servant! Crassus. She shall be My w…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 25

Household Gods

…t the last with mouth and fingers wried All must proclaim the triumph of the tide. Crassus. An! still you mock me with your cruel laugh. Autcta. It is your foolish epitaph. Crassus. But this can be no mockery. Heave and sway And curl and thrust—these waves are not at play. Aurera. You feel the ocean breaking on the shoal; But passionless and moveless is its soul. Crassus. Ah! but your soul is in your breath. 28

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1912 · PDF PAGE 16

Household Gods

…his is Pan’s home, and the House of Night. (They enter the wood. Crassus. So when I stoop, my cheek comes close to yours. Give mea kiss. Autcta. The poisonous apple lures ‘Thus the boy’s mouth. Beware! Crassus. O you ate fairl Fairer than ever! In this tangle of trees, ‘Your hot breath wraps you in perfume. Aura. ‘There is some gloom or doom, A bitter harsh ingredient In these my sorceries Of animal scent. 1

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1912 · PDF PAGE 14

Household Gods

…all come From the unfathomable weils of space Into its halidom, Crassus. I know it not. Last night I walked alone Here, and saw nothing. Autcta. I was not with yout There is no God upon the eternal throne Of stars begemming the bewildering blue Unless one has the eyes to see him. Think How we two stand upon the brink Of nothingt Here's a globe, whereto we trust, No larger than the smallest speck of dust y 2

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