SCENE IV A room in Ajebe's house. AJEBE Balkis, do come, my heart. Enter Balkis. BALKIS Your will? AJEBE My will! When had I any will since you came here, You rigorous tyrant? BALKIS Was it for abuse You called me ? AJEBE Bring your lute and sing to me. BALKIS I am not in the mood. AJEBE Sing, I entreat you. I am hungry for your voice of pure delight. BALKIS I am no kabob, nor my voice a curry. Hungry, forsooth! Exit. AJEBE Oh, Balkis, Balkis! hear me. Page – 623 Enter Mymoona.

THE VIZIERS OF BASSORA A Dramatic Romance PERSONS OF THE DRAMA HAROUN AL RASHEED, Caliph. JAAFAR, his Vizier. SHAIKH IBRAHIM, Superintendent of the Caliph's gardens. MESROUR, Haroun's friend and companion'. MAHOMED BIN SULEYMAN OF ZAYNI, Haroun's cousin, King of Bassora. ALFAZZAL IBN SAWY, his chief Vizier. NUREDDENE, son of Alfazzal. ALMUENE BIN KHAKAN, second Vizier of Bassora. FAREED, his son. SALAR, confident of Alzayni. MURAD, a Turk Captain of Police in Bassora. AJEBE, nephew of Almuene. SUNJAR, a Chamberlain of the Palace of Bassora. MUAZZIM, a broker. AZEEM, steward of Alfazzal.

Act Two SCENE I A room in Conrad's house. Conrad, a servant. CONRAD Where is Flaminia ? SERVANT He's in waiting. Sir. CONRAD Call him. Exit servant. I never loved before. Fortune, I ask one day of thee and one great night, Then do thy will. I shall have reached my summit. Enter Flaminia. FLMAINIA My lord! (Incomplete) Page – 880

Act Two Bassora. SCENE I 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-ALJALICE 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 lo

SCENE IV Outside Dongurh. Ichalgurh, a letter in his hand; Ruttan, the Captain. ICHALGURH Who art thou, soldier? CAPTAIN The leader of the lances That guarded Edur's princess and with her Were captived by the Bheels. Their chief I serve. ICHALGURH Thou hast dishonoured then the Rajpoot name Deserting from thy lord to serve a ruffian Under the eyes of death, thou paltry trembler. CAPTAIN My honour, Rao of Ichalgurh, is mine To answer for, and at a fitting name I will return thy insults on my swordpoint. But now I am only a messenger. ICHALGURH I'll read The pri

-59_The Devil's Mastiff.htm The Devil's Mastiff THERE had been a heavy fall throughout the whole of that December day. The roads were white and in- distinguishable in a thick pall of moonlight and dazzling snow; here and there a drift betrayed the footing. In the sky a bright moon pursued by clouds ran timidly up the ascent of the firmament; great arms of darkness sometimes closed over it; sometimes it emerged and proceeded with its still luminous race, ran, swayed, floated, glided forward intently, unfalteringly. Patrick Curran, treading uncautiously the white uncertain flooring of earth, stumbling into snowdrifts, scouting into temporary dark- ness for his right road, cursed the weather a

SCENE V The slave-market. Muazzim with Anice-Aljalice exposed for sale. Ajebe, AZIZ, Abdullah and merchants. MUAZZIM Who bids? AZIZ Four thousand. MUAZZIM She went for ten when she was here first. Will you not raise your bid nearer her value? AZIZ She was new then and untouched. 'Tis the way with goods, broker; they lose value by time and purchase, use and soiling. MUAZZIM Oh, sir, the kissed mouth has always honey. But this is a Peri and immortal lips have an immortal sweetness. AJEBE Five hundred to that bid. Enter Almuene with slaves. ALMUEN

SCENE IV A room in the women's apartments of Ibn Sawy's house. Ameena, Doonya. AMEENA Call, Doonya, to the eunuch once again And ask if Nureddene has come. DOONYA Mother, What is the use ? You know he has not come. Why do you fret your heart, sweet mother, for him? Bad coins are never lost. AMEENA Fie, Doonya! bad? He is not bad, but wild, a trifle wild; And the one little fault's like a stray curl Among his clustering golden qualities, That graces more than it disfigures him. Bad coin! Oh, Doonya, even the purest gold Has some alloy, so do not call him bad. DOONYA Sweet

SCENE VI Outside Bappa's cot. Comol Cumary alone. COMOL CUMARY Have I too dangerously ventured my all Daring a blast so rude ? The Scythian roar Appals no more the forest, nor the war-cry Of Ichalgurh climbs mightily the hills; The outlaws' fierce triumphant shout is stilled Of their young war-god's name. Who has won ? who fallen ? Enter Bappa. COMOL CUMARY (coming eagerly to him) How went the fight ? You're safe! And Ichalgurh ? BAPPA Give me your hands; I'll tell you. COMOL CUMARY I see your head's Not in the basket. He takes her hands and draws her towards him

Fragment of A Drama ACHAB Stamp out, stamp out the sun from the high blue And all overarching firmament of heaven; Forget the mighty ocean when it spumes Under the thunder-deafened cliffs and soars To crown their tops with spray, but never hope That Baal will excuse, Baal forgive. That's an ambition more impossible, A thought more rebel from the truth. ESAR Baal! It seems to me that thou believ'st in Baal! ACHAB And what dost thou believe in? The gross crowd Believe the sun is God or else a stone. This though I credit not, yet Baal lives. ESAR And if he lives, then you and I are Baal, Dese