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[Criospa, ‘taking hashish, throws it upon the
glowing censer. Maurya comes down stage
and bends over it. Criospa lifts it up and
offers it reverently.|
Maurya. Methinks anticipation o’ the event
Shoots in my veins, darting delight.
Why, this is strange !
I am losing myself. Criosda !
The walls of the world fall back with a crash.
Where is all this? Iam out of myself: I expand.
O Maurya, where art thou, little phantom of myriads of
agesago? What a memory! Ah, Ah! She is falling.
[Maurya staggers. Criospa, who has been
watching her narrowly, catches her and
lays her tenderly on the altar.|
Oh, what happiness, what happiness! Criosda, dear
brother, how I love you !
I wish to sleep for ever—I wish to die !
[Crrospa, who has been bending over her, leaps
up, shrieks.|
Criospa. The luck of Maurya !
[He draws quickly his dirk; it flashes on high,
he leaps on to the body of Maurya, and
plunges it into her heart.|
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