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…w forth the flute And make a marvellous music. [She ceases laughing and begins to play. Crassus. O I writhe Beneath the force oflips, of fingers lithe ‘That touch the delicate stops so delicately. Auicia. Hush! T have drawn the bird from the bush. Pan will appear anon. CRassy An! Abt... Ahl Ahl Arca. This music moves you. Now I'll play a tune That would make mad the melancholy moon. This. a2
Crassus. Ah! you tear my soul out with the trills. ‘Your fingers play like summer lightning on the shaft. It is like a storm on the mountains when it shrills; Like the angry sea when it booms. Hark! Aurcta. Some god laughed. Crassus. ‘Your mouth is like some god’s. It burns and blooms With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes. O let me kiss you! Aticia. So you stop my songt [She ceases the tune. Crassus. There is another song. Auicia. You do me wrong. For you love Adela! Crassus. By God, girl, not I love Alicia, Aurcia. Ah! you love her sol…
…of death ‘Which men call life, and ignorantly adore! Crassus. Spare me! I cannot bear you more. Aurcia. Then will I drown you. Lock your fingers fast In mine, and fet our mouths mix at the last. [Zhe statue of PAN is seen to be alive. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and rape When I am alive in my solemn sh…
… have given you drink, And you are wise. But hush! to all emotion Save this the pulse and swell of Ocean. For at 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