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Death to the sun !
Life to sin !
They reap who sow.
Ho! ho!
[4 boat drifts in, L. In it the aged Criospa,
his white hair afloat in the storm, is standing
with folded arms. His eyes are dull, as
seeing inward,|
Rupua. Ha! ha!
"Tis the priest.
Dost think
O’ the feast?
Criosda, shrink !
The rune is woe.
Ho! Ho!
Criospa. Mother of Sin !
Rupua. Ho! Ho!
Criospa. Thus then at last the Luck of Maurya throws
A double-six to lost Criosda.
RupuHa. Ho!
The Luck of Maurya!
The power of the deed.
Criospa. I find thee, mother, at last. Life’s final flash
Gleams through the storm.
Rupua. l am found !
Ho! Ho!
Criospa. What of the power? I bid these waves be
calm
In Maurya’s name.