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…r, deeper yet I dive. [He draws the dirk and tests the point.| And will to-morrow show me aught? [He extinguishes the lamps, goes to the door and opens it, The clang startles him.| I hate that door! Strange that the outer air Should bring back manhood! Man, thou pitiest her ! Man, thou art whelmed in that red tide of lust That rolls over strong loathing by vast will, Hideous rapture of death. That’s for thee, man ! Thine are the scalding tears of sympathy, The tender love for the young flower. And these Are none of the priest’s. Enough ! [Exit.…
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…ed? supporting him on one arm, she ratses a ponderous knocker and lets it fall. A clang, sombre, and of surprising volume, resounds. The door slowly opens of itself.] Criospa. [Recovering.] Whois at the door? Back, back. It is ill luck, ill luck, I say. Where is old Andrew? The faithful fool—Oh, the last dreadful look of his glazed eyes! What am I saying? Maurya, girl, go! I must tend the temple. I must be alone. It is not fitting— Maurya. You are ill; come and be tended yourself, first. Criospa. No! I am well. You are a girl, not a God. Maurya…
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15 him. Criospa starts up and pulls fiercely at a second lever, and the door clangs to with the same nerve-shattering shock. CRIOSDA staggers to altar; and, with his hand on it, turns towards door.| Mouths of God’s mercy ! I would her eyes were bleed- ing wounds in my heart! Ahthough! If she were a dog I could not do it. She is my sister [Turns with a cry to throne and flings up his hands.| and I will ! Death ! Death ! It is a year to-night. I arrayed her first In yon gold ornaments—My brain 1s sick ! I want coffee—or hashish—No ! That is for h…
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20 Mine is the clang ’ Of the olden door. Half the secret I gave : no more ! Half the secret Hidden I keep. Hide it deep ! That is mine ! I will work. He is nought. The runes divine Awry be wrought. Hail to the murk ! [4 distant whine is heard.] Cover me! Lurk, Rupha, lurk ! "Tis a foe. Ho! Ho! [Clouds have been obscuring the moon; tt is now dark. A fox passes over the stage.] Crafty ! Crafty ! That is the omen. Fear not the foemen ! [She rises up.] Mine is the spoil Of the grimly toil. Gloomy, gloomy ! Ah ! but I laugh.
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… | Criospa. No! leave me. It is but an hour. [Maurya smiles ; leaves her hand a little in his, and so passes out slowly through the open door with her eyes fixed in love and trust on
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12 [She begins to carry him to the great door, then notices his white robe.| This must come off : they must not see the holy robes. Criosda! my darling dear brother, do look at me! [She has removed the robes. Criospa is now seen to be dressed in a dark-green tartan kilt and quasi-milttary tunic with silver buttons. 4 dirk hangs at his side. Its hilt is of unusual shape, being surmounted by the circle and cross familiar to visitors to Iona.| Criosda! Ah yes, look up, look up ! How pale you are! There is no blood in your lips. CRIOSDA. [Starting …