COLLECTED PLAYS
SRI AUROBINDO
Contents
PART ONE
PERSEUS THE DELIVERER
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SCENE II.
Cyclone's garden.
CYDONE , Perseus, you did not turn him into stone?
IOLAUS
You cruelty! must one go petrifying
CYDONE He would have been so harmless as a statue!
PERSEUS The morning has broken over Syria and the sun Mounts royally into his azure kingdom. I feel a stir within me as if great things Were now in motion and clear-eyed Athene Urging me on to high and helpful deeds. There is a grandiose tumult in the air, A voice of gods and Titans locked in wrestle. Diomede enters.
DIOMEDE Ah, prince!
She bursts into tears.
IOLAUS Diomede, what calamity?
DIOMEDE Flee, flee, from Syria, save thyself.
IOLAUS From Syria! Page – 126
Am I alone in peril? Then I'll sit
DIOMEDE
Poseidon's monsters from the deep
IOLAUS My sword, my sword, Cydone!
DIOMEDE
Oh, go not to the fierce and bloody people!
CYDONE Had he been only stone!
IOLAUS My sword!
Cydone gives him the sword.
DIOMEDE
You'll go ? Page – 127
IOLAUS
To die is always easy. This canaille
DIOMEDE But terror gives them fierceness: they are dangerous,
IOLAUS
Keep Diomede for your service, love,
CYDONE
Diomede, will you comfort my dear mother?
IOLAUS What do you mean, Cydone ?
CYDONE Are you ready? Let us be going,
IOLAUS Us, sweet lunatic ?
CYDONE
Often you've said that you and I are only one,
IOLAUS You shall not give Page – 128
To the rude mob's ferocious violence
CYDONE No.
IOLAUS Leave this you shall not.
CYDONE I do not know how you will stop me.
IOLAUS
Shrew! Perseus returns, armed.
CYDONE I'll bring the tree and all and follow you.
IOLAUS Oh, will you, Hercules?
PERSEUS Forbid her not, My Iolaus; no tress of her shall fall. I have arisen and all your turbulent Syria Shall know me for the son of Zeus.
IOLAUS
Perseus, Page – 129
PERSEUS
This is no hour to speak or plan, but to act.
IOLAUS
I had almost forgotten; the might thou hast shown
CYDONE I shall come back, Diomede.
PERSEUS
My grip is firm on Herpe, He goes out followed by Iolaus and Cydone.
DIOMEDE
I am too tired to follow, She goes out towards the cottage weeping.
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