COLLECTED PLAYS

 

SRI AUROBINDO

 

Contents

 

PART TWO

 

 

THE VIZIERS OF BASSORA  

 

 

Act One

 

Act Two

 

Act Three

 

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

 

SCENE II

 

SCENE II

 

SCENE II

 

 

SCENE III

 

SCENE III

 

SCENE III

 

 

SCENE IV

 

SCENE IV

 

SCENE IV

 

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE V

 

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE VI

 

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE VII

 

 

 

Act Four

 

Act Five

 

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

 

SCENE II

 

SCENE II

 

 

SCENE III

 

SCENE III

 

 

SCENE IV

 

SCENE IV

 

 

 

 

SCENE V

 

 

 

 

SCENE VI

 

 

 

 

SCENE VII

 

 

PRINCE OF EDUR  

 

 

Act One

 

Act Two

 

Act Three

 

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

 

SCENE II

 

SCENE II

   

 

 

SCENE III

 

SCENE III

   

 

 

SCENE IV

 

SCENE IV

   

 

 

SCENE V

 

SCENE V

   

 

   

 

SCENE VI

   

 

 

THE MAID IN THE MILL  

 

 

Act One

 

Act Two

 

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

 

SCENE II

     

 

SCENE III

     

 

SCENE IV

     

 

SCENE V

     

 

 

 

THE HOUSE OF BRUT  

 

THE PRINCE OF MATHURA 

 

THE BIRTH OF SIN

 

 

Act Two

 

Act One

 

Prologue

 

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

Act One

 

 

 

VIKRAMORVASIE

 

 

Act One

 

Act Two

 

Act Three

 

Act Four

 

Act Five

 

 

Invocation

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 

SCENE I

 
         

SCENE II

 

SCENE II

     
 

 

 

SHORT STORIES
IDYLLS OF THE OCCULT

 

JUVENILIA

THE WITCH OF ILNI  

 

Act Three

 

 

THE PHANTOM HOUR

 

Act.....Scene....

 

SCENE  I

 

 

THE DOOR AT ABELARD

     

SCENE II

 

 

THE DEVIL'S MASTIFF

         

 

THE GOLDEN BIRD

         

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE IV

 

 

A house in Bassora.
Doonya, Ameena.

DOONYA

Comfort, dear mother, comfort.

AMEENA

Oh, what comfort?
My Nureddene is doomed, Murad is gaoled,
We in close hiding under the vile doom
This tyrant King decrees.

DOONYA

I did not think
God was so keen-eyed for our petty sins,
When great offences and high criminals
Walk smiling. But there's comfort, mother, yet.
My husband writes from prison. You shall hear.

(reads)

"Doonya, I have written this by secret contrivance. Have com-
fort, dry thy mother's tears. There is hope. The Caliph comes to
Bassora and the King will release me for a need of his own. I
have tidings of thy father; he is but two days journey from
Bassora and I have sent him urgent and tremulous word to come,
but no ill-news to break his heart. We have friends. Doonya,
my beloved — "
That's for me only.

AMEENA

Let me hear it.

DOONYA

It is
Pure nonsense, — what a savage Turk would write.

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AMEENA

Therefore you kissed it?

DOONYA

Oh, you're comforted!
You're smiling through your tears.

AMEENA

My husband comes.
He will save all. I never quite believed
God would forget his worth so soon.

DOONYA (to herself)

He comes,
But for what fate ? (aloud) True, mother, he'll save all.

AMEENA

How is Mymoona ?

DOONYA

Better now. She suffered
In our wild rapid flight. Balkis is with her.
Let's go to them.

AMEENA

My son will yet be saved.

Exeunt.

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