{"id":206,"date":"2013-07-13T01:26:36","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=206"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:26:36","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:26:36","slug":"39-prince-of-edur-act-3-sc-1-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\/39-prince-of-edur-act-3-sc-1-vol-07-collected-plays-part-ii-volume-07","title":{"rendered":"-39_Prince of Edur Act-3 Sc-1.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
\n

\n
\nAct Three <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/b> <\/p>\n

\nThe forest near Dongurh.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font> <\/p>\n

\n
\n SCENE I<\/b><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nComol, Coomood, meeting in the forest.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWhere were you hidden, Comol, all this morning?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI have been wandering in my woods alone<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nImagining myself their mountain queen.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nO Coomood, all the woodland worshipped me!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCoomood, the flowers held up their incense-bowls<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn adoration and the soft-voiced winds<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFooting with a light ease among the leaves<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPaused to lean down and lisp into my ear,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOh, pure delight. The forest’s unnamed birds<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHymned their sweet sovran lady as she walked<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nLavishing melody. The furry squirrels<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPeeped from the leaves and waved their bushy tails,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTwittering, "There goes she, our beloved lady,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nComol Cumary," and the peacocks came<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nProud to be seen by me and danced in front;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShrilling, "How gorgeous are we in our beauty,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYet not so beautiful as is our lady,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nComol Cumary." I will be worshipped, Coomood.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYou shall be. There’s no goddess of them all
\nThat has these vernal looks and such a body
\nRemembering the glory whence it came
\nOr apt to tread with the light vagrant breeze
\nOr rest with moonlight.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 807<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nThat was what they told me,
\nThe voices of the forest, \u2014 sister Coomood,
\nThe myriad voices.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OOMOOD
\n\tCUMARY<\/font> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat did they tell you, Comol?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThey told me that my hair was a soft dimness
\nWith thoughts of light imprisoned in’t; the gods,
\nThey said, looked down from heaven and saw my eyes
\nWishing that that were heaven. They told me, child,
\nMy face was such as Brahma once had dreamed of
\nBut could not \u2014 no, for all the master-skill
\nThat made the worlds \u2014 recapture in the flesh
\nSo rare a sweetness. They called my perfect body
\nA feast of gracious beauty, a refrain
\nAnd harmony in womanhood embodied.
\nThey told me all these things, \u2014 Coomood, they did,
\nThough you will not believe it. I understood
\nTheir leafy language.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nCome, you did not need
\nSo to translate the murmurings of the leaves
\nAnd the wind’s whisper. ‘Twas a human voice
\nI’ll swear, so deftly flattered you.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nFie, Coomood,
\nIt<\/b> was the trees, the waters; the pure, soft flowers
\nTook voices.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nOne voice. Did he roar softly, sweetheart,
\nTo woo you ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 808<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nOh, he’s a recreant to his duty.
\nHe loves the wild deer fleeing on the hills
\nAnd the strong foeman’s glittering blade, not Comol.
\nYou must not talk of him, but of the hills
\nAnd greenness and of me.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nAnd Edur, Comol ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nEdur! It is a name that I have heard<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIn some dim past, in some old far-off world<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI moved in, oh, a waste of centuries<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd many dreams ago. I’ll not return there.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt had no trees, I’m sure, no jasmine-bushes,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNo happy breezes dancing with linked hands<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOver the hill-tops, no proud-seated hills<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSoftening the azure, high-coped deep-plunging rocks<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr flowery greenness round, no birds, no Spring.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWe are the distance of a world from Edur.
\nTomorrow is the May-feast’s crowning day,
\nComol.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nOh then we shall be happy breezes
\nAnd dance with linked hands upon the hills
\nAll the Spring-morning.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIt is a May to be
\nRemembered.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nIt is the May-feast of my life,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 809<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nCoomood, the May-feast of my life, the May
\nThat in my heart shall last for ever, sweet
\nFor ever and for ever. Where are our sisters ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNirmol is carrying water from the spring;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIshany hunts the browsing stag today,
\nA sylvan archeress.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWhat have you in the basket?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nFlowers I have robbed the greenest woodland of<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor Bappa’s worship. They must hide with bloom,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSheva Ekling today. Tomorrow, sweet,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI’ll gather blossoms for your hair instead<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd weave you silver-petalled anklets, ear-rings<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf bright may bloom, zones of Spring-honeysuckle,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd hide your arms in vernal gold. We’ll set you<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nUnder a bough, our goddess of the Spring,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd sylvanly adore, covering your feet<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith flowers that almost match their moonbeam whiteness<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr palely imitate their rose; \u2014 our Lady,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nComol Cumary.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWill Bappa worship me ?
\nBut I am an inferior goddess, Coomood,
\nAnd dare not ask the King of Paradise
\nTo adore me.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nYou must adore him, that’s your part.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI will, while ’tis the May.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 810<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nCOOMOOD <\/font>CUMARY
\n<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd afterwards ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nCoomood, we will not think of afterwards
\nIn Dongurh, in (he springtide.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nTomorrow dawns
\nThe seventh morning, Comol.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI did not hear you.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAre these our hunters ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI have a better aim<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThan yours.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEnter Prithuraj and Ishany.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDid I deny it ? <\/b> Oh, you shoot
\nRight through the heart.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI’ll never marry one
\nWhom I outdo at war or archery.
\nYou tell me you are famous Martund’s son,
\nThe mighty Gehlote. Wherefore lurk you then
\nIn unapproachable and tangled woods
\nWarding off glory with your distant shafts,
\nWhile life sweeps past in the loud vale below ?
\nNot breast the torrent, not outbrave its shocks
\nTo carve your names upon the rocks of Time
\nIndelibly?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWe will affront, Ishany,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 811<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nThe Ganges yet with a victorious gleam
\nOf armour. But our fates are infant still
\nAnd in their native thickets they must wait
\nTo flesh themselves and feel their lion strengths
\nBefore they roar abroad.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nUntil they do,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTalk not of love.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat would you have me do ?
\nO’erbear in arms the Scythian Toraman,
\nAnd slay the giant Hooshka ? Meet Ichalgurh
\nAnd come unharmed, or with my single sword
\nSay halt to a proud score of the best lances
\nYou have in Edur ? This and more I can
\nFor thee, Ishany.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou talk, but do it first.
\nDoers were never talkers, Prithuraj.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOh, that’s a narrow maxim. Noble speech
\nIs a high prelude fit for noble deeds;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt<\/b> is the lion’s roar before he leaps.
\nProud eloquence graces the puissant arm
\nAnd from the hall of council to the field
\nWas with the great and iron men of old
\nTheir natural stepping.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou only roar as yet.
\nI beat you with the bow today; sometime
\nI’ll fight you with the sword and beat you.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 812<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\nJust as your lady did ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShe played, she played,
\nBut I would aim in earnest at your heart.
\nOne day we’ll fight and see.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhy, if we do,
\nI’ll claim a conqueror’s right on your sweet body,
\nIshany.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd my heart ? You must do more,
\nIf you’ll have that.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt cannot now be long
\nBefore the mailed heel of Edur rings
\nUpon our hill-side rocks. Then I’ll deserve it.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTill then you are my fellow hunter only,
\nNot yet my captain.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nIdlers and ne’er-do-weels, home! Here have I carried twelve
\nfull jars from the spring, set wood on the stove, kindled the fire,
\nwhile you play gracefully the sylvan gadabouts. Where is the
\nvenison ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>RITHURAJ<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTravelling to the cooking-pot on a Bheel’s black shoulders.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 813<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nIn your service, Ishany! or you shall not taste the stag you have
\nhunted.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>SHANY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nChild, do not tyrannize. I am as hungry with this hunting as a
\nbeef-swallowing Scythian.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\tCUMARY<\/font> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOff with you, hero, and help, her with your heroic shoulders.<\/font><\/p>\n

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

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

\nA pair of warlike lovers!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou are there, sister-truants? Have you no occupation but to
\nlurk in leaves and eavesdrop upon the prattle of lovers ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nWhy, Nirmol, <\/b>I did my service before I came.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYes, I know! To sweep one room\u2014oh, scrupulously clean,
\nfor is it not Bappa’s ? and to scrub his armour for a long hour
\ntill it is as bright as your eyes grow when they are looking at
\nBappa, \u2014 do they not, Coomood ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nThey do, like stars allowed to gaze at God.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nExact! I have seen her \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNirmol, I do not know how many twigs there are in the forest,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 814<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nbut I will break them all on your back, if you persevere.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nDo you think you are princess of Edur here that you threaten me ?
\nNo, we are in the democracy of Spring where all sweet flowers
\nare equals. Oh, I will be revenged on you for your tyrannies in
\nEdur. I have seen her, Coomood, when she thought none was
\nlooking, lay her cheek wistfully against the hilt of his sword,
\ntrying to think that the cold hard iron was the warm lips of its
\nmaster and hers. I have seen her kiss it furtively \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tC<\/font>OMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>(embracing and stopping her mouth)<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nHush, hush, you wicked romancer.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nGo then and cook our meal like a good
\nprincess and I will promise not to repeat all the things I have heard you murmur to
\nyourself when you were alone.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nNirmol, you grow in wickedness with years.
\nWait till I have you back in Edur, maiden;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI’ll scourge this imp of mischief out of you.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI have heard her, Coomood, \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nI am off, I am away! I am an arrow from Kodal’s bow.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShe is hard to drive, but I have the whip-hand of her.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nHave you the crimson sandal-powder ready?
\nFlowers for the garlands Spring in sweet abundance
\nProvides us.<\/font> <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 815<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

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

\nYes. She shall be wedded first
\nBefore she knows it. <\/font><\/p>\n

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

\nUnless my father’s sword
\nStriking us through the flowery walls we hide in,
\nPrevent it, .Nirmol.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>IRMOL
\n\t<\/font>C<\/font>UMARY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCoomood, our fragile flowers will weave
\nA bond that steel cannot divide, nor death
\nDissever.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

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

\nPage \u2013 816<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\nFacsimile of the previous page from PRINCE
\nOF <\/font>EDUR<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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