II
Maurya. You fear? Am I in fault? Is Maurya
maid
The foe to Maurya goddess?
CRIOSDA. Ah, indeed !
Maurya. Is not the work nigh ready?
[Criospa grips his caduceus, which he has
dropped, and presses it savagely to his
breast. Then, with a mingled burst of
Sevocity and joy, dashes Maurya aside to
the ground, reaches his hand towards the
empty throne, apostrophizing 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, 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 !