Act II   The Palace in Antioch.   Scene 1   A hall in the Palace. Cleone, Phayllus.   PHAYLLUS Worry the conscience of the Queen to death Like the good bitch thou art. If this goes well, I may sit unobserved on Syria's throne.   CLEONE Do not forget me.   PHAYLLUS Do not forget thyself, Then how shall I forget thee?   CLEONE I shall remember.   PHAYLLUS If for a game you were the queen, Cleone, And I your minister, how would you start Your play of reigning?   CLEONE I would have many perfect tortures made To hurt the Parthian with, for every nerve

  Incomplete and Fragmentary Plays   1891 ­ 1915 The Witch of Ilni   A dream of the woodlands   Characters   CORILLO, prince of Ilni. VALENTINE, a courtier. MELANDER, a sylvan poet. FORESTERS, COURTIERS.   ALACIEL, the witch of Ilni. GUENDOLEN, her sister. GIRLS OF THE FOREST. Act I   Scene 1   The woodlands of Ilni. Girls and youths dancing.   Song   Under the darkling tree Who danceth with thee, Sister say? His hair is the sweet sunlight, His eyes a starry night In May.   Under the leaf-wrought screen Who crowns thee his queen Kissing thee? His lips are a

      A page of Vasavadutta   Eric A Dramatic Romance   Characters   ERIC SWEGN GUNTHAR HARDICNUT RAGNAR HARALD   ASLAUG HERTHA   Act I Eric's Palace at Yara. Scene 1 ERIC Eric of Norway, first whom these cold fiords, Deep havens of disunion, from their jagged And fissured crevices at last obey, The monarch of a thousand Vikings! Yes, But how long shall that monarchy endure Which only on the swiftness of a sword Has taken its restless seat? Strength's iron hound Pitilessly bright behind his panting prey Can guard for life's short splendour w

  Act III   Scene 1   The women's apartments of the Palace. Andromeda, Diomede.   ANDROMEDA All's ready, let us go.   DIOMEDE Andromeda, My little mistress whom I love, let me Beseech you by that love, do not attempt it. Oh, this is no such pretty wilfulness As all men love to smile at and to punish With tenderness and chidings. It is a crime Full of impiety, a deed of danger That venturous and iron spirits would be aghast To dream of. You think because you are a child, You will be pardoned, because you are a princess No hand will dare to punish you. You do not know Men's hearts. They will not pause t

Incomplete and Fragmentary Stories   1891 ­ 1912     Fictional Jottings Mrs Bolton was one of those sharp and rancid women whose .. very aspect gives a cultured man the toothache; it recalls vividly the taste of sour grapes. There had perhaps been a time when she was not elderly, but the boldest flight of metaphor would never have imaged her as young. The slanders of her enemies drew a frightful picture of the low-class Gorgon: they compared her chin to a penknife, her lips to a pair of icicles: her smile was a perpetual reminder of vinegar, her voice was like frost against the teeth. The sobriety of history merely rec