THE EQUINOX
little one, star of the night, beautiful young moon over the
sand—dunes
[He Clasps her in his arms.
LAYLAH [tone/255131].
Victory!
Ay, victory is sweet.
We
shall feast to—night.
[She shudders.
SAID OMAR [seeing that all is not well].
What is it?
What is it?
LAYLAH. Ι have had evil dreams.
SAID OMAR [to his men].
On to the houses!
We must
feast; we must sleepi
[He takes LAYLAH on his sadai/ehem]
You must sleep, whisper of the west wind!
LAYLAH. I shall have evil dreams.
SAID OMAR. No! you shall not sleep to—night, white fairy
of Paradise, black—eyed gazelle of the wilderness!
LAYLAH. Be gentle with me
.
.
. Iache
.
.
. Ihave been
stung by a scorpion.
SAID OMAR. There are no scorpions in the winter.
Where
is the wound?
[LAYLAH phi: her hand la her heart, and/”all: falnllhg
limp across the saddleöazu.]
Call Ibrahim, the wise physician!
On to the houses!
[Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom
below.
" Truth comes bubbling to my brim:
Love and Hate are one to Him! ”]
CURTAIN.
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