{"id":714,"date":"2013-07-13T01:29:55","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:29:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=714"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:29:55","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:29:55","slug":"13-act-four-scene-2-vol-06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06\/13-act-four-scene-2-vol-06-collected-plays-part-i-volume-06","title":{"rendered":"-13_Act Four -Scene-2.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
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\nSCENE II. <\/b><\/font><\/p>\n

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\nCyclone’s <\/b>garden.
\n<\/b>Cydone, Iolaus, Perseus.<\/i> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE <\/font>,<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPerseus, you <\/b> did not turn <\/b> him into stone? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou cruelty! must one go petrifying
\nOne’s fellows through the world? ‘Twould not be decent. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe would have been so harmless as a statue! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tPERSEUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe morning has broken over Syria and the sun <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMounts royally into his azure kingdom. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI feel a stir within me as if great things <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWere now in motion and clear-eyed Athene <\/font><\/p>\n

\nUrging me on to high and helpful deeds. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere is a grandiose tumult in the air, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nA voice of gods and Titans locked in wrestle. <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nDiomede enters. <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/i><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nAh, prince! <\/font><\/p>\n

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\nShe bursts into tears. <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/i><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDiomede, what calamity? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nFlee, flee, from Syria, save thyself. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFrom Syria! <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\u2013 126<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nAm I alone in peril? Then I’ll sit
\nAnd wait. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPoseidon’s monsters from the deep
\nArise to tear us for our sin. The people .
\nIn fury, led by Polydaon, march
\nUpon the palace, crying, "Slay the King,
\nButcher the Queen, and let Andromeda
\nAnd Iolaus die." O my sweet playmate,
\nThey swear they’ll bind her naked to the rocks
\nOf the sea-beach for the grim monster’s jaws
\nTo tear and swallow. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy sword, my sword, Cydone! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOh, go not to the fierce and bloody people!
\nPraxilla stole me out, hiding my face
\nIn her grey mantle: I have outrun the wind
\nTo warn you. Had the wild mob recognized me,
\nThey would have torn me into countless pieces,
\nAnd will you venture near whose name they join
\nWith death and cursings? Polydaon leads them. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nHad he been only stone! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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

\n
\nCydone gives him the sword.
\nPerseus goes out to the cottage. <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/i><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou’ll go ?
\nWhat will you do alone against ten thousand ? <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo die is always easy. This canaille
\nI do not fear; it is a coward rabble. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nBut terror gives them fierceness: they are dangerous, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nKeep Diomede for your service, love,
\nIf I am killed; escape hence with your mother
\nTo Gaza; she has gold: you may begin
\nA life as fair there. Sometimes remember me. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDiomede, will you comfort my dear mother?
\nTell her I am quite safe and will be back
\nBy nightfall. Hush! this in your ear, Diomede.
\nEscape with her under the veil of night,
\nFor I shall not come back. Be you her daughter
\nAnd comfort her sad lonely age, Diomede. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat do you mean, Cydone ? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAre you ready? <\/font><\/p>\n

\nLet us be going, <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nUs, sweet lunatic ? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOften you’ve said that you and I are only one,
\nI shall know now if you mean it. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou shall not give <\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\u2013 128<\/font><\/p>\n

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\nTo the rude mob’s ferocious violence
\nThe beautiful body I have kissed so often.
\nYou’ll not obey me ? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLeave this you shall not. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE <\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI do not know how you will stop me. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nShrew!
\nYou shall be stopped by bonds. Here you’ll remain
\nTied to a tree-trunk by your wilful wrists
\nTill all is over. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n
\nPerseus returns, armed. <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/i><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nI’ll bring the tree and all and follow you. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nOh, will you, Hercules? <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tPERSEUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nForbid her not, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy Iolaus; no tress of her shall fall. <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI have arisen and all your turbulent Syria <\/font><\/p>\n

\nShall know me for the son of Zeus. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPerseus,
\nArt thou indeed a god? What wilt thou do,
\nOne against a whole people? What way hast thou? <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage <\/font>
\n\u2013 129<\/font><\/p>\n

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\n\tPERSEUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis is no hour to speak or plan, but to act.
\nA presence sits within my heart that sees
\nEach moment’s need and finds the road to meet it.
\nDread nothing; I am here to help and save. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tIOLAUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI had almost forgotten; the might thou hast shown
\nIs a sufficient warrant. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tCYDONE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nI shall come back, <\/font><\/p>\n

\nDiomede. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tPERSEUS <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy grip is firm on Herpe,
\nAthene’s aegis guards my wrist; herself
\nThe strong, omnipotent and tranquil goddess
\nGoverns my motions with her awful will.
\nHave trust in me. Borne on my bright-winged sandals
\nInvisibly I will attend your course
\nOn the. light breezes. <\/font><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe goes out followed by Iolaus and Cydone. <\/font><\/p>\n

<\/i><\/p>\n

\n\tDIOMEDE<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\nI am too tired to follow,
\nToo daunted with their mad-beast howls. Here let me hide
\nAwaiting what event this war of gods
\nMay bring to me and my sweet-hearted lady.
\nO my Andromeda! my little playmate! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe goes out towards the cottage weeping. <\/font>
\n<\/i><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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\n\u2013 130<\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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