{"id":161,"date":"2013-07-13T01:26:18","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=161"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:26:18","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:18","slug":"23-the-viziers-of-bassora-act-5-sc-3-vol-07-collected-plays-part-ii-volume-07","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/07-collected-plays-part-ii-volume-07\/23-the-viziers-of-bassora-act-5-sc-3-vol-07-collected-plays-part-ii-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-23_The Viziers of Bassora Act-5 Sc-3.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nSCENE III<\/b><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/b><\/span>\n\t<\/div>\n

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\nA cell in Almuene’s house.
\nNureddene alone.<\/i><\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWe sin our pleasant sins and then refrain<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd think that God’s deceived. He waits His time<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd when we walk the clean and polished road<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe trips us with the mire our shoes yet keep,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe pleasant mud we walked before. All ills<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI will bear patiently. Oh, better here<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThan in that world! Who comes? Khatoon, my aunt!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEnter Khatoon and a slave.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy Nureddene!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGood aunt, weep not for me.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou are my sister’s child, yet more my own.
\nI have no other. Alt, mend his food
\nAnd treatment. Fear not thou the Vizier’s wrath,
\nFor I will shield thee.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tS<\/font>LAVE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI’ll do it willingly.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat is this sound of many rushing feet ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEnter Almuene and slaves.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>LMUENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSeize him and bind. O villain, fatal villain!
\nO my heart’s stringlet! Seize him, beat to powder,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nHave burning irons. Dame, what do you here?
\nWilt thou prevent me then?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLet no man touch
\nThe prisoner of the Sultan. What’s this rage?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>L<\/font>MUENE<\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy son, my son! He has burned my heart. Shall I
\nNot burn his body?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat is it? Tell me quickly.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>LMUENE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFareed is murdered.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGod forbid! By whom ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>LMUENE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThis villain’s sister.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDoonya? You are mad. Speak, slave.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>
\n\tSLAVE <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYoung master went with a great company
\nTo Murad’s house to carry Doonya off,
\nWho then was seated listening to the lute,
\nWith Balkis and Mymoona, Ajebe’s slave-girls.
\nWe stormed the house, but could not take the lady;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nMymoona with a sword kept all at bay<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor minutes. Meantime the city fills with rumour,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd Murad riding like a stormy wind<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCame on us just too soon, the girl defender<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFound wounded, Doonya at last in Fareed’s grip<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 717<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nWho made a shield of that fair burden; but Balkis
\nRan at and tripped him and the savage Turk
\nFire-eyed and furious lunged him through the body.
\nHe’s dead.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy son!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>LMUENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWill you now give me leave
\nTo torture this vile boy?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tK<\/font>HATOON
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat is his fault?
\nTouch him and I acquaint the King. Vizier,
\nThou slew’st Fareed. My gracious, laughing babe,
\nWho clung about me with his little hands
\nAnd sucked my breasts! Him you have murdered. Vizier,
\nBoth soul and body. I will go and pray
\nFor vengeance on thee for my slaughtered child.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nExit.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>LMUENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe has baulked my fury. No, I’ll wait for thee.
\nThou shalt hear first what I have done with Doonya
\nAnd thy soft mother’s body. Murad! Murad!
\nThou hast no son. Would God thou hadst a son!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nExit.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNot upon others fall Thy heavy scourge
\nWho are not guilty. O Doonya, O my mother,
\nIn fiercest peril from that maddened tyrant!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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