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Page 1 of 11903 · PDF PAGE 15
…ombre, 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. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not Criospa. Stop, don’t! [Aside.] I must be man—tut ! t…
1903 · PDF PAGE 13
…izing it, and cries with a strident laugh :| CRIOSDA. Ay, to-night ! [4 spasm overcomes him and he falls prone.] Maurya. Criosda! You areill, ill! Help! [He is silent; she unclasps the leopard’s skin; and busies herself in trying to restore him.| Janet! Angus! Angus! [Under her breath.] Angus is the man—he saved poor Kenneth! [4/oud.] Angus! Oh, miserable! No help comes here. Criosda! wake, wake !— Oh, I must take him out—no man may enter here !—It is ill luck. Old Andrew found the passage; and the next day he was dead—murdered, murdered! Oh, h…
1903 · PDF PAGE 17
…n 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 her ! I must be very clear and calm, very clear, very calm, How I must be ill— [Correcting himself with effort.| Ill I must be. Ha! {Goes to altar, opens it, takes out a flask filled with a clear pale blue liquor with rosy stars of light in tt, pours it into a long…
1903 · PDF PAGE 26
…e. 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.
1903 · PDF PAGE 14
…p, look up ! How pale you are! There is no blood in your lips. CRIOSDA. [Starting violently from her arms.| Blood! Blood ! Maurya. Lie still, dear, you are ill. Now! That is better. Come—can you walk a. little?—we will get Angus to help. Criospa. No! No! I am well! I am well! Go, go! If you love me, go. I cannot bear it longer. Your presence is my pain. There is nothing here. Nothing—leave me ! Maurya. Criosda, my own brother ! Criospa. Go! O devil! Devil! Maurya! [He reaches out @ threatening arm agatnst the empty throne. Suddenly, with an tna…