{"id":1763,"date":"2013-07-13T01:37:11","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:37:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=1763"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:37:11","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:37:11","slug":"08-the-house-of-brut-act-ii-vol-03-04-collected-plays-and-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/03-cwsa\/03-04-collected-plays-and-stories\/08-the-house-of-brut-act-ii-vol-03-04-collected-plays-and-stories","title":{"rendered":"-08_The House of Brut- Act – II.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nThe House of Brut<\/b><\/p>\n

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\nA Play<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nDramatis Personae<\/b><\/p>\n

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BRUTUS<\/font>, Prince of Britain.<\/p>\n

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DEVON<\/font>, son of Corineus.<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/font>, King of Norway.<\/p>\n

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GUENDOLEN<\/font>, daughter of Corineus.<\/p>\n

ESTRILD<\/font>, a Pictish princess, concubine of Humber.<\/p>\n

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\nAct II<\/b><\/p>\n

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\nThe camp of Humber.<\/i><\/p>\n

Humber, Offa, Norwegians.<\/i><\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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Drinkhael, dragons and stormwinds of the sea!<\/p>\n

(drinks<\/i>)<\/p>\n

Spare not to drain this sweetened force of earth,<\/p>\n

You Vikings! How it bubbles to the lips<\/p>\n

Vigorous as newspilt blood. Drink deep, and shout<\/p>\n

“Glory to Thor and Humber!” With the sun<\/p>\n

Upon the force of Albanact we march.<\/p>\n

Shout, Norsemen! Let the heavens hear your menace.<\/p>\n

Drinkhael!<\/p>\n

(drinks<\/i>)<\/p>\n

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ALL<\/p>\n

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Washael! Glory to ancient Thor<\/p>\n

And Humber.<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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I am the hammer old of Thor<\/p>\n

When he would crush the nations. He is merry<\/p>\n

With wine and smites the world with me.<\/p>\n

(drinks<\/i>)<\/p>\n

Or wherefore<\/p>\n

Should I derive my glory? Have I not<\/p>\n

Rushed through the angry waters when the whale<\/p>\n

Was stunned between two waves and slain my foe<\/p>\n

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\nBetwixt the thunders? Have not the burning hamlets<\/p>\n

Of Gaul lighted me homeward for a league?<\/p>\n

Erin has felt me, Norsemen.<\/p>\n

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ALL<\/p>\n

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Glory to Humber.<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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Have I not slain the Alban hosts and bound<\/p>\n

The necks of princes? Yea, their glorious star<\/p>\n

And wonder for whom three kingdoms strove, Estrild,<\/p>\n

Led to my ships? The queens of the Orcades<\/p>\n

Are slaves and concubines to private Norsemen.<\/p>\n

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ALL<\/p>\n

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Glory to Humber, Thor’s hammer! Humber! Humber!<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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Have I not harried Ireland, Denmark, Orkney?<\/p>\n

Shattered the Pictish wheels, broken their scythes,<\/p>\n

Unpeopled living tracts? Why then prefer you<\/p>\n

Thor’s self to me? Has he filled up your ships<\/p>\n

With gold and wines of France, rich rings and jewels,<\/p>\n

Metals untold and beautiful sharp steel?<\/p>\n

Who has enriched and aggrandized you all<\/p>\n

Till you are gods, to each hand a country’s wealth,<\/p>\n

To each sword a century’s glory? Who has given<\/p>\n

The commonest man beauty divine to sleep with,<\/p>\n

Made queens your slaves and kings your thralls, you Norsemen?<\/p>\n

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ALL<\/p>\n

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Humber, Humber! Not Thor, but mightier Humber.<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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Drink, Norsemen. Ye shall all be kings. Scotia<\/p>\n

And Albany and Ireland shall be mine.<\/p>\n

I’ll have as many kingdoms as the year<\/p>\n


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Has moons. Do you doubt me, Vikings? Do you mutter?<\/p>\n

But you shall see my glory. Call Estrild,<\/p>\n

You thralls of Humber.<\/p>\n

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ALL<\/p>\n

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Glory to great Humber!<\/p>\n

Humber shall now be Thor. He shall new-make<\/p>\n

The bones of Heimir in his hands. Cry “Humber!”<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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This river we ascend, shall now no more<\/p>\n

Bear its old name but mine; and all this region<\/p>\n

Be Albany no more but Humberland.<\/p>\n

The world’s name changed shall be my monument.<\/p>\n

\nEnter thralls with Estrild.<\/i><\/p>\n

ESTRILD<\/p>\n

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Gods, if you be, protect me!<\/p>\n

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ALL<\/p>\n

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Glory to Humber.<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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Lo she whose starlike eyes enthral the nations,<\/p>\n

Comes to do reverence to Humber, glad<\/p>\n

To be his glory’s meanest satellite.<\/p>\n

Kneel down, daughter of princes, favoured more<\/p>\n

Than Freya or Gudrun; for these were wives<\/p>\n

Of gods or demigods, but thou the slave<\/p>\n

Of Humber. Lo whose pleasure kingdoms strove<\/p>\n

To do, is made my footstool. I have slain<\/p>\n

Nations to win her and have ravished her<\/p>\n

Before her father’s eyes, not yet made blood<\/p>\n

And faces of a hundred warlike lovers.<\/p>\n

Yet all these could not help her cries.<\/p>\n

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\nALL<\/font><\/p>\n

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Humber!<\/p>\n

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\nOFFA<\/font><\/p>\n

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The strong, the noble Humber!<\/p>\n

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HUMBER<\/p>\n

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Girl, arise<\/p>\n

And serve me. Thou shalt do it royally.<\/p>\n

This is thy father’s skull [incomplete<\/i>]<\/p>\n


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