{"id":170,"date":"2013-07-13T01:26:21","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=170"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:26:21","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:21","slug":"35-prince-of-edur-act-2-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\/35-prince-of-edur-act-2-sc-3-vol-07-collected-plays-part-ii-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-35_Prince of Edur Act-2 Sc-3.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nSCENE III <\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nBappa’s cot on the hillside.
\nBappa, the Captain, Coomood, decorating the cot with flowers.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhere was she when you had the script from
\nher?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>APTAIN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSinging of battle on the rocks alone<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith wrestling winds in her wild hair and
\nraiment,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nA joyous Oread.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSaid she anything?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>APTAIN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe gave it me with glad and smiling eyes<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd laughed: "This for my noble Bheel, my
\nsovereign<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf caterans, my royal beast of prey,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThese to their mighty owners."<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OOMOOD
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWill you read it?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>(reads)<\/i><\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n"Cateran, I have given thy captain letters
\nwhich when thou hast read them, fail not to despatch. I have sent for teachers
\nfor thee to beat thee into modesty and lesson thee in better behaviour to a lady
\nand princess \u2014"
\nWhat letters has she given thee, captain? These?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>APTAIN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo Pratap, Rao of Ichalgurh; \u2014and one
\nTo Toraman the Scythian.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDeliver them.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 786<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThou’lt find at Dongurh both these warlike
\nprinces.
\nNo, I’ll not read them.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n\tCOOMOOD <\/font>CUMARY
\n\t<\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLet me hear the rest.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n"Cateran, I will show thee the sum of thy
\nbold and flagitious offences, though I dare not to hope that it will make thee
\nashamed. Thou hast laid injurious hands on a royal maiden, being thyself a mere
\nBheel and outlaw and of no parentage; thou hast carried me most violently to
\nthis thy inconsiderable and incommodious hut, treating the body of a princess as
\nif it were a sack of potatoes; thou hast unmercifully and feloniously stripped
\nmy body with thy own rude Bheel hands of more ornaments than thou hast seen in
\nthy lifetime and didst hurt me most cruelly in the deed, though thou vainly
\ndeniest it; thou hast compelled and dost yet compel me, the princess of Edur, by
\nthe infamous lack of women-servants in thy hut, to minister to thee, a common
\nBheel, menially with my own royal hands, so that my fingers are sore with
\nscrubbing thy rusty sword which thou hast never used yet on anything braver than
\na hill-jackal, and my face is still red with leaning over the fire cooking thy
\nmost unroyal meals for thee; and to top these crimes, thou hast in thy
\nrobustious robber fashion taken a kiss from my lips without troubling thyself to
\nask for it, and thou yet keepest it with thee. All which are high misdoings and
\nmortal offences; yet would I have pardoned them knowing thee to be no more than
\na boy and a savage. But now thou darest to tell me that I, a Rajpoot maiden, am
\nin love with thee, a Bheel, and that even if I deny it, thou carest not; for I
\nam thine already whether I will or no, thy captive and thy slave-girl. This is
\nnot to be borne. So I have written to my noble suitors of Ichalgurh and Scythia
\nto avenge me upon thy Bheel body; I doubt not, they will soon carry thy head to
\nEdur in a basket, if thou hast the manners to permit them. Yet since thy
\nfollowers call thee Smiter of the Forest and <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 787<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nLion of the Hills, let me see thee smite
\nmore than jackals and rend braver than flesh of mountain-deer. Cateran, when
\nthou trundlest the Scythian down-hill like a ball, thou mayst marry me in spite
\nof thy misdeeds, if thou darest; and when thou showest
\nthyself a better man than the Chouhan of Ichalgurh, which is impossible, thou
\nmayst even keep me for thy slave-girl and I will not deny thee. Meanwhile, thou
\nshalt give me a respite till the seventh morn of the May. Till then presume not
\nto touch me. Thy captive, Comol Cumary."
\nWhy, here’s a warlike and most hectoring letter,
\nCoomood.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCOOMOOD <\/font>CUMARY
\n\t<\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe pours her happy heart out so
\nIn fantasies; I never knew her half so wayward.
\nThe more her soul is snared between your hands,
\nThe more her lips will chide you.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCan you tell
\nWhy she has set these doughty warriors on me,
\nCoomood?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OOMOOD
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou cannot read a woman’s mind.
\nIt’s to herself a maze inextricable
\nOf vagrant impulses with half-guessed tangles
\nOf feeling her own secret thoughts are blind to.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut yet?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OOMOOD
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHer sudden eager headstrong passion
\nWould justify its own extravagance
\nBy<\/b> proving you unparalleled. Therefore she picks
\nEarth’s brace of warriors out for your opponents.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 788<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPratap the Chouhan, Rao of lchalgurh!
\nTo meet him merely were a lifetime’s boast;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut to cross swords with him! Oh, she has
\nlooked
\nInto my heart.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCOOMOOD <\/font>CUMARY
\n\t<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nYou’ll give her seven days ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tB<\/font>APPA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNot hours, \u2014 the dainty rebel! Great
\nIchalgurh
\nWill wing here like an eagle; soon I’ll meet him
\nAnd overthrow, who feel a giant’s strength,
\nCoomood, since yesterday. My fate mounts sunward.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OOMOOD
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOurs, Bappa, has already arrived. Our sun
\nRose yesterday upon the way to Dongurh.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 789<\/font><\/p>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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