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THE GOD-EATER Criospa, Maurya. [The Scene ts an old Baronial Hall, elaborately, yet somewhat grotesquely (from the incongruity) fitted up as an antique Egyptian temple, C. an altar berween two obelisks; on it a censer vomits smoke in great volumes. Above at back of stage 1s a stately throne, square and simple, on steps. In it sits MAuRYA, quiet and silent. She is dressed in sombre green robes, lightened with old rose facings. She is heavily braceleted and ankleted with gold, and her crown is a gold disc supported in silver horns, rising from he…
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…th a gesture that he knows his words avail nothing.| RupHa. Ho! Ho! Criospa. I wittingly and well resumed the rite Learnt at thy breast, old wolf ! RupuHa. Ho! Ho! The might is mine O’ the rune divine. Silence, winds ! Peace, ye waves ! The spell binds Their wrath In the graves Below ocean. Clear the path ! Cease your motion ! Swift, be slow ! Ho! Ho! [The storm ceases.| Criospa. Thy words avail then? RuPHa. Ha! Ha! They avail. I avail. Did Rupha fail, All would be done. Death to the sun !
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…ang catches him; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smiling.| The priest has secrets from the…
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…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, how horrible !—what a horrible place this is with all its beauty and love! and my worship—oh, how strange it all is. Criosda! come !
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14 Criospa. Yes! yes! of course, but only by my making. Maurya. Was not my birth miraculous ? and strange The death of the old people of this house That left you guardian¢ CRrIOosDA. Yes, girl, that was strange. Maurya. Then, is the power that makes me in the end True Goddess Maurya, yours, yours only ? Crriospa. [Solemnly.| No ! Stop ! ask no more! There lies the awful crux. Blind are fate’s eyes, and pinioned are will’s wings. In you the whole chance lies. Maurya. In me? CRIOSDA. In you. Maurya. _ I will do all to win ! CRIOSDA. Do all? Maury…
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…er ; @ goodly crew of choristers intone low litanies. A few young folk are at @ sort of barrier by the footlights (centre) in prayer. An old woman enters and brings an offering of flowers, which the priests re- ceive and cast before the throne. Rupna motions Criospa to be silent.] 1st Prizst. Glory unto thee, Maurya, secret Lady of the Stars ! CuorisTeRs. Who wast born on earth ! 2nd Priest. Glory unto thee, Maurya, Lady of Life ! CuorisTers. Who didst die for us ! Art. Glory for ever unto Maurya! Tue Worsuippinc Fotx. Maurya, hear us! [ All be…
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…ounds. 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 ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, k…
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16 o’ the time !—cold, logical to a fault !—Ay ! and a crime, acrime at which the stars shake in the heaven ; men might think. Yet the stars, I will wager, are indifferent. True, the news has not reached them : true, that star I see is not a star; it was so six, ten, twenty thousand years ago— logical, I say !—and I will drink, for parenthetical is a poor substitute— [Drinks.] Why, how thou fir’st me! with that icy fire Of adamant thought. It well befits this hour If I recoil the chain whose last smooth link Slides o’er Time’s cogwheel. In the …