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Maurya. I shall be taken utterly from earth?
Criospa. So.
Maurya. Yet abide with thee, my priest.
CriosDA. Ay! Ay!
Maurya. I feel no early prompting thither.
CRIOSDA. No.
It is sudden.
Maurya. What then lacks?
CriosDA. A draught : a word.
Maurya. Where is the draught ?
CriospDa. This incense in my hand.
Maurya. What is the word?
[Crrospa is silent.|
Criosda, answer me.
Criospa. To invoke death it were to answer this.
Maurya. Ah, then, forbear !
[Crrospa és silent]
How shall I know the word?
Criospa. Good luck may bring it to the light.
Maurya. Il luck ?
Criospa. A year’s delay.
Maurya. Ah, let me gain one gift
Whose sweet reversion hangs above me now :
To order luck !
Criospa. Skill orders luck !
Maurya. The draught !
Crrospa. Hither, O Maurya !
Maurya. I will come to thee.