Act V   Scene 1   The sea-shore. Andromeda chained to the cliff.   ANDROMEDA O iron-throated vast unpitying sea, Whose borders touch my feet with their cold kisses As if they loved me! yet from thee my death Will soon arise, and in some monstrous form To tear my heart with horror before my body. I am alone with thee on this wild beach Filled with the echo of thy roaring waters. My fellowmen have cast me out: they have bound me Upon thy rocks to die. These cruel chains Weary the arms they keep held stiffly out Against the rough cold jagged stones. My bosom Hardly contains its thronging sobs; my heart Is torn

  The House of Brut   A Play   Dramatis Personae   BRUTUS, Prince of Britain. DEVON, son of Corineus. HUMBER, King of Norway. GUENDOLEN, daughter of Corineus. ESTRILD, a Pictish princess, concubine of Humber. Act II   Scene 1   The camp of Humber. Humber, Offa, Norwegians.   HUMBER Drinkhael, dragons and stormwinds of the sea! (drinks) Spare not to drain this sweetened force of earth, You Vikings! How it bubbles to the lips Vigorous as newspilt blood. Drink deep, and shout "Glory to Thor and Humber!" With the sun Upon the force of Albanact we march. Shout, Norsemen! Let the heavens

  Act III   Avunthy. In the palace.   Scene 1   A room in the royal apartments. Mahasegn, Ungarica.   MAHASEGN I conquer still though not with glorious arms. He's seized! the young victorious Vuthsa's mine, A prisoner in my grasp.   UNGARICA (laughing) Thou holdst the sun Under thy arm-pit as the tailed god did. What wilt thou do with it?   MAHASEGN Make him my moon And shine by him upon the eastern night.   UNGARIKA Thou canst?   MAHASEGN Loved sceptic of my house, I can. What thing desired has long escaped my hands Since out of thy dim world I dragged thee conquered Into our sun and breeze and azu

  Act IV   Swegn's fastness in the hills.   Scene 1   Swegn, Hardicnut, with soldiers.   SWEGN Fight on, fight always, till the Gods are tired. In all this dwindling remnant of the past Desires one man to rest from virtue, cease From desperate freedom?   HARDICNUT No man wavers here.   SWEGN Let him depart unhurt who so desires.   HARDICNUT Why should he go and whither? To Eric's sword That never pardoned? If our hearts were vile, Unworthily impatient of defeat, Serving not harassed right but chance and gain, Eric himself would keep them true.   SWEGN

  Act IV   Scene 1   A room in the royal apartments. Ungarica, Vasavadutta.   UNGARICA Thou singest well; a cry of Vuthsa's art Has stolen into thy song. She takes Vasavadutta on her lap. Look up at me, My daughter, let me gaze into thy eyes And from their silence learn thy treasured thoughts. Thou knowest I can read twixt human lids The secrets of the throbbing heart? I search In Vasavadutta's eyes by what strange skill Vuthsa has crept into my daughter's voice. Thou keepst thy lashes lowered? thou wilt not let me look? But that too I can read.   VASAVADUTTA O mother, mother mine, Plague me not

  Act V Bassora and Bagdad. Scene 1 A room in Almuene's house. Almuene, Fareed.   FAREED You'll give me money, dad?   ALMUENE You spend too much. We'll talk of it another time. Now leave me.   FAREED You'll give me money?   ALMUENE Go; I'm out of temper.   FAREED (dancing round him) Give money, money, money, give me money.   ALMUENE You boil, do you too grow upon me? There. (strikes him)   FAREED You have struck me!   Page – 152 ALMUENE Why, you would have it. Go. You shall have money.   FAREED How much?   ALMUENE

  Act IV   The Palace in Antioch. Before the hills.   Scene 1   Cleopatra's chamber. Cleopatra, Zoyla.   CLEOPATRA Will he not come this morning? How my head aches! Zoyla, smooth the pain out of it, my girl, With your deft fingers. Oh, he lingers, lingers! Cleone keeps him still, the rosy harlot Who rules him now. She is grown a queen and reigns Insulting me in my own palace. Yes, He's happy in her arms; why should he care for me Who am only his mother? ¨ ZOYLA Is the pain less at all?   CLEOPATRA O, it goes deeper, deeper. Ever new revels, While still the clang of fratricidal war T

  Act II   Bassora.   Scene 1   Ibn Sawy's house. An upper chamber in the women's apartments. Doonya, Anice-aljalice.   DOONYA You living sweet romance, you come from Persia. 'Tis there, I think, they fall in love at sight?   ANICE But will you help me, Doonya, will you help me? To him, to him, not to that grizzled King! I am near Heaven with Hell that's waiting for me.   DOONYA I know, I know! you feel as I would, child, If told that in ten days I had to marry My cruel boisterous cousin. I will help you. But strange! to see him merely pass and love him! Did he look back at you?

  Act V   Eric's Palace.   Scene 1   ERIC Not by love only, but by force and love. This man must lower his fierceness to the fierce, He must be beggared of the thing left, his pride, And know himself for clay, before he will consent To value my gift. He would not honour nor revere This unfamiliar movement of my soul But would contemn and think my seated strength Had changed to trembling. Strike the audience-bell, Harald. The master of my stars is he Who owns no master. Odin, what is this play, Thou playest with thy world, of fall and rise, Of death, birth, greatness, ruin? The time may come

The Door at Abelard   CHAPTER I   THE VILLAGE of Streadhew lay just under the hill, a collection of brown solid cottages straggling through the pastures, and on the top of the incline Abelard with its gables and antique windows watched the road wind and drop slowly to the roofs of Orringham two miles away. For many centuries the house and the village had looked with an unchanged face on a changing world, and in their old frames housed new men and manners, while Orringham beyond adapted itself and cast off its mediaeval slough. The masters of Abelard lived with the burden of a past which they could not change. Stephen Abelard of Abelard, the la