SCENE III Ibn Sawy's house. The upper chambers of the women's apartments, Doonya, sleeping on a couch. Enter Nureddene and Anice-Aljalice. NUREDDENE I told you 'twas the morning. ANICE-ALJALICE Morning so early? This moment 'twas the evening star; is that The matin lustre ? NUREDDENE There is a star at watch beside the moon Waiting to see you ere it leaves the skies. Is it your sister Peri ? ANICE-ALJALICE It is our star And guards us both. NUREDDENE It is the star of Anice, The star of Anice-Aljalice who came From Persia guided by its silver beams In

SCENE II The palace in Bassora. Alzayni, Murad, Almuene, Ajebe. ALZAYNI I like your nephew well and will advance him. For what's twixt you and Murad, let it sleep. You are both my trusty counsellors. ALMUENE A nothing, I grieve I pressed; forget it, noble Murad. MURAD That's as you please. ALMUENE Come, you're my nephew too. VOICE OUTSIDE Ho, Mahomed Alzayni, Sultan, Ho! ALZAYNI Who is that Arab? ALMUENE (at the window) God! 'tis Nureddene. Impossible! ALZAYNI Or he is courage-mad. ALMUENE 'Tis he.

THE PRINCE OF MATHURA This seems to be a first version of Prince of Edur PERSONS OF DRAMA AJAMEDE, Prince of Mathura, a fugitive in the mountains. INDRADYUMNA, his friend and comrade. ATRY, King of Mathura, by the help. of the Scythians. TORAMAN, Prince of Cashmere, son of the Scythian, warlord of the North West. CANACA, his Brahmin, his court jester. HOOSHKA, Captain of the Scythian bodyguard. MAYOOR, Atry's general and minister. INDRANY, Queen of Mathura. URMILA, Princess of Mathura, daughter of Atry and Indrany. LILA, daughter of Hooshka. Page – 891 Act One SCENE I Mathur

THE HOUSE OF BRUT Fragment of a Play DRAMATIS PERSONAE BRUTUS, Prince of Britain. DEVON, son of Cormeus. HUMBER, King of Norway. GUENDOLEN, daughter of Cormeus. ESTRILD, A Pictish princess, concubine of Humber. Page – 883 Act Two SCENE I The camp of Humber. Humber, Offa, Norwegians. HUMBER Drinkhael, dragons and stormwinds of the sea! (Drinks) Spare not to drain this sweetened juice 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.

SCENE IV The forest near Dongurh. By the •waterfall. Enter Captain and soldiers escorting Comol Cumary, Coomood, Nirmol and Ishany in palanquins. ISHANY (from her palanquin) Set down the palanquins. Captain, make void This region; here the princess would repose Beside the murmuring waterfall awhile And breathe into her heart the winds of Dongurh. Exit Captain with soldiers and palanquin- bearers. The girls leave their palanquins. COMOL CUMARY Coomood, this is the waterfall we loved To lean by, singing to the lyre the deeds Our fathers wrought or listening silently The soft continuous roar. Beyond

SCENE II A garden at the town-house of Count Beltran. Antonio, Basil. BASIL I am abashed of¹ you. What, make a lady Woo you, and she a face so excellent, Of an address so admirably lovely It shows a goddess in her — at each sentence Let pause to give you opportunity Then shame with the dead silence of the hall For her continual answer. Fie, you're not Antonio, you are not Beltran's issue. Seek Your kindred in the snowdrifts of the Alps Or call a post your father. ANTONIO I deserve Your censure, Basil. Yet were it done again, I know I should again be dumb. My tongue Teems in imagina

SCENE II The Pavilion of Pleasure. Anice-Aljalice, Nureddene, Shaikh Ibrahim on couches, by a table set with dishes. NUREDDENE These kabobs are indeed good, and the conserves look sweet and the fruit very glossy. But will you sit and eat nothing? IBRAHIM Verily, my son, I have eaten at midday. Allah forbid me from gluttony! ANICE-ALJALICE Old father, you discourage our stomachs. You shall eat a morsel from my fingers or I will say you use me hardly. IBRAHIM No, no, no, no. Ah well, from your fingers, from your small slim rosy fingers. Allah! Only a bit, only a morsel: verily

Act Four Bagdad. SCENE I The gardens of the Caliph's Palace outside the Pavilion of Pleasure. Anice-Aljalice, Nureddene. ANICE-ALJALICE This is Bagdad! NUREDDENE Bagdad the beautiful, The city of delight. How green these gardens! What a sweet clamour pipes among the trees! ANICE-ALJALICE And flowers! the flowers! Look at these violets Dark blue like burning sulphur! Oh, rose and myrtle And gillyflower and lavender; anemones As red as blood! All spring walks here in blossoms And strews the pictured ground. NUREDDENE Do you see the fruit, Anice? Camphor and almond-apr

SCENE II Pururavas enters disordered, his eyes fixed on the sky. PURURAVAS (angrily) Halt, ruffian, halt,! Thou in thy giant arms Bearest away my Urvasie! He has Soared up from a great crag into the sky And wars me, hurling downward bitter rain Of arrows. With this thunderbolt I smite thee. He lifts up a clod and runs as to hurl it; then pauses and looks upwards. (pathetically) Oh me, I am deceived! This was a cloud Equipped for rain, no proud and lustful fiend, The rainbow, not a weapon drawn to kill, Quick-driving showers are these, not sleety rain Of arrows; and that brilliant line like streak Of gold upon a touchst

SCENE III The forest near Dongurh. Bappa, Sungram, Prithuraj. BAPPA It is the secret friend from whom in childhood I learned to wing my mounting thoughts aloft High as an eagle's flight. I know the hand, Though yet his name is hid from me. SUNGRAM Let's hear The very wording. BAPPA "To the Sun's child, from Edur. Comol Cumary, Edur's princess, goes With her fair sister and a knot of lances To Dongurh. Bappa, young lion of the hills, Be as the lion in thy ranging; prey Upon earth's mightiest, think her princesses Meant only for thy spoil and serving-girls, Her kings thy subjects and h