COLLECTED PLAYS

SRI AUROBINDO

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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

FRAGMENT OF A DRAMA

Bibliographical Note

SCENE II

Before Alaciel's house.

MELANDER (alone)

Now, for her widowed state is wooed by night
The sable-vested air puts on her stars
And in her bosom pins for brooch the moon.
She from her diamond chalice soon will pour
Her flowing glories on a rose's hair,
In pity of my love. Sweet crimson rose,
Alaciel's lamp, the beacon of my bliss,
O kindle quickly at the moon thy rays.
How happy art thou being near my love!
For thou who hast the perfume of her breath,
Why shouldst thou the spice-lipped Zephyr want?
Her dove's feet whispering in the happy grass
Are surely lovelier to thee than the dawn;

Or wilt thou woo the world-embracing orb,

Who hast the splendour of her eyes to soothe

Thy slumber into waking? O red rose,

Might I but merge in thee, how would her touch

Thrill all my petals with delicious pain!

O could I pawn my beauty for a kiss,

How happy were I to waste all myself

In shreds of scarlet ruin at her feet!

It is my hour! for see, the cowslip-curled

Night-wandering patroness of lovers throws

Her lantern's orange-coloured beams, where sleeps

A bright, blown rose. Hail, empress of the stars!

Be thou tonight my hymeneal torch.

Alaciel! Echo, hush thy babbling tongue!

'Tis not Narcissus calls. I am a thief

Who steal from beauty's garden one sweet bud

Nor need like visitants thy tinkering bell.

Alaciel! O with thy opiate wand

Thought-killing Mercury, seal every eye

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On whom the drowsy Morpheus has not breathed
Yet once again the charm. Alaciel!
Now at thy window dawn, thou lovelier moon,
Than sojourns in the sky! look out on me,
An ivory face thro' rippling clouds of hair.

Enter Alaciel above.
Marcion and Doris behind.

ALACIEL

Who calls?

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SHORT STORIES
IDYLLS OF THE OCCULT

JUVENILIA
THE WITCH OF ILNI

THE PHANTOM HOUR

Act.....Scene....

THE DOOR AT ABELARD

THE DEVIL'S MASTIFF

THE GOLDEN BIRD