{"id":178,"date":"2013-07-13T01:26:24","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=178"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:26:24","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:24","slug":"38-prince-of-edur-act-2-sc-6-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\/38-prince-of-edur-act-2-sc-6-vol-07-collected-plays-part-ii-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-38_Prince of Edur Act-2 Sc-6.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
\n

\n
\nSCENE VI <\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nOutside Bappa’s cot.
\nComol Cumary alone.<\/i><\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nHave I too dangerously ventured my all
\nDaring a blast so rude ? The Scythian roar
\nAppals no more the forest, nor the war-cry
\nOf Ichalgurh climbs mightily the hills;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe outlaws’ fierce triumphant shout is
\nstilled
\nOf their young war-god’s name. Who has won ? who fallen ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEnter Bappa.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>(coming eagerly to him)<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\nHow went the fight ? You’re safe! And
\nIchalgurh ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nGive me your hands; I’ll tell you.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI see your head’s
\nNot in the basket.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe takes her hands and draws her
\ntowards him.<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nCateran, I forbade you
\nTo touch me till the seventh day.<\/font> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nI touch
\nWhat is my own. To bid or to forbid
\nIs mine upon this hill-side where I’m sovereign.
\nSit down by me.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI will not be commanded.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe sits down at his feet.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 802<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nOh, you are right, love. At my feet’s more
\nfitting
\nWho am your master and monarch. Come, no rising.
\nStay there, where I can watch your antelope eyes
\nLook up at me bright with all love’s own sunshine.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nOh, you provoke me. You’ve not met the
\nChouhan,
\nOr you’ld have been much chastened.<\/font> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nI have met him.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nGreat Ichalgurh ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWe soon o’ercame the Scythians.
\nYour lover, Comol, the great Toraman,
\nWas borne, a mass of terror-stricken flesh,
\nBy faithful fugitives headlong down the hill-side.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYou need not triumph. These were only
\nScythians.
\nBut what of Ichalgurh ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWe fought. I conquered.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThou? thou? It is impossible.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nBut done.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWhy, you’re a boy, a child! O my bright
\nlion,
\nYou are a splendid and a royal beast,
\nBut very youthful. This was the maned monarch
\nWhose roar shook all the forest when he leaped<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 803<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nUpon his opposite. Then the great tusker
\nWent down beneath his huge and tawny front
\nAs if it were an antelope. Him you’ve conquered ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nHe fell and yielded.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYou have learned romance
\nFrom the wild hill-tops and the stars at night
\nAnd take your visions for the fact.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nArch-infidel!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAsk Sungram.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThen I understand. You won
\nAs in your duel with me, quite unfairly.
\nYou used your sleight of hand ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nPerhaps, my princess,
\nHis foot slipped and he fell; ’twas my good fortune,
\nNot I that conquered him.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIndeed it was
\nYour high resistless fortune. O my king,
\nMy hero, thou hast o’erborne great Ichalgurh;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThen who can stand against thee ? Thou shalt conquer
\nMore than my heart.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n(Bappa takes her into his arms)<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat dost thou, Bheel? Forbear!
\nI did but jest.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nDo you recall your letter,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 804<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

 \n<\/p>\n

\nComol ? I have outdone the Chouhan, girl.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nBheel, I wrote nothing, nothing.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI’ll keep you now
\nFor my sweet slave-girl, princess ? You will not
\nDeny me ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n‘Twas not my hand. Your Coomood forged it.
\nI’ll not admit it.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nRebel against your heart!
\nYou’re trapped in your own springs. My antelope!
\nI’ve brought you to my lair; shall I not prey on you ?
\nKiss me.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI will not.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n(Kisses him)<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO not now! O give me
\nThe memory of this May to keep with me
\nTill death and afterwards, a dream of greenness
\nWith visions of the white and vermeil spring,
\nA prelude set to winds and waterfalls
\nAmong the mountains of immortal Dongurh
\nFar from the earth, in a delightful freedom
\nTreading the hilltops, all the joy of life
\nIn front of me to dream of its perfection,
\nBappa.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWhen you entreat, who shall refuse you,
\nO lips of honey ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage – 805<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nTill the seventh morning,
\nBappa.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nOnly and, till then.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThat is a promise.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n(escaping from him)<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhich, having won, I do deny, unsay,
\nWholly recant and absolutely abjure
\nWhatever flattery I have said or done
\nTo win it. You are still my Bheel and Brigand,
\nMy lawless cateran; I great Edur’s princess.
\nI love you! Do not dream of it. Six days!
\nBy then my father’ll smoke you from your lair
\nAnd take me from your dreadful claws, my lion,
\nAn antelope undevoured.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nHave you yet thought
\nOf the dire punishments you’ll taste for this,
\nDeceiver ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNot till the seventh morning, lion.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nTill then, my antelope, range my hills and make them
\nAn Eden for me with thy wondrous beauty
\nMoving in grace and freedom of the winds,
\nSweetness of the green woodlands; for of these
\nThou seem’st a part and they thy natural country.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

\n
\nCurtain<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 806<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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