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26 [The storm increases momently in violence. Rupua mutters on. Criospa shows with a gesture that he knows his words avail nothing.| RupHa. Ho! Ho! Criospa. I wittingly and well resumed the rite Learnt at thy breast, old wolf ! RupuHa. Ho! Ho! The might is mine O’ the rune divine. Silence, winds ! Peace, ye waves ! The spell binds Their wrath In the graves Below ocean. Clear the path ! Cease your motion ! Swift, be slow ! Ho! Ho! [The storm ceases.| Criospa. Thy words avail then? RuPHa. Ha! Ha! They avail. I avail. Did Rupha fail, All would be …
1903 · PDF PAGE 27
…5 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 Gl…
1903 · PDF PAGE 26
24 ACT II FORTY YEARS AFTERWARDS [The scene is an open and stormy sea. RuPua, with her staff, wave-riding in a cockle-shell,| RupnHa. Ha! Ha! In the storm I ride. The winds bear me. The waves fear me. I appal ; 1 inform Their pride. Let him hither, Drifting ever Wrecked and lost ! His life shall wither. The dirk shall sever His rune ill-crossed. I hear him come Across the foam With a bang and a boom. The winds, hum, hum. The billows comb. Ho! Ho! the doom! Ho! Ho! I have won. I shall win.
1903 · PDF PAGE 31
… unknown that is, That nor thyself nor I can ever see. Yet, so far as may be, awake, O shrine ! [She strikes the sea with her staff; the storm rises; it grows bitter dark; only their shapes are dimly seen against the dark back- ground of cloud. The scene rises.] Rupua. Break, break, O mist of morning!