How joy was found : $b a fantasyHutchison, Isobel Wylie
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How joy was found : $b a fantasy
Hutchison, Isobel Wylie
English drama -- Scottish authors; Verse drama
Alack!
I am as wearied as a falling star,
I cannot do it alone.
[_At this moment the Hand is seen emerging from the roof.
It grips the Climber and takes her in._]
FINN
[_With a frantic cry._]
Where are
They? Oh! My God, what shall I do?
MARKSMAN
Put your finger underneath your wisdom tooth
And find what it replies.
FINN
[_Doing so._]
It says that I must tell the truth.
MARKSMAN
[_Sternly._]
Confess your previous lies!
[_Finn hides his face with a groan._]
MARKSMAN
[_Gently._]
You need fear no disgrace
If you will look me in the face.
FINN
[_Trembling._]
I’m thinking that there are not many here
Can look you in the face without some fear.
MARKSMAN
[_Quietly._]
If you are too shy
I cannot help you at all. You must all die.
[_He turns away._]
FINN
[_Clutching him by the shoulder._]
No! No! No!
[_The Marksman turns and gazes at him. Finn remains
upright, his eyes riveted on the Marksman’s._]
FINN
[_Steadily._]
I told her I was wide enough awake.
MARKSMAN
[_Quietly._]
That was a great mistake.
FINN
I told her I could quite well do
Without her aid.
MARKSMAN
[_Quietly._]
That was untrue.
FINN
I told her that I did not feel
The slightest pain. Her dream was real,
[_He points to the box._]
For overburdened with this weight
Of earth, I was in such a state
I really could not recognize
Myself reflected in her eyes.
I felt in such a deep disgrace
I could not look her in the face,
So when she brought her dream by and by
I put her off. Trying to deny
My God, I told a fearful lie.
MARKSMAN
[_Tranquilly._]
She never believed it, and she marked it die
Dwindling slowly away
As the light grew stronger and the grey
Faded for ever from the windows.
[_He points to the faint line of green, which is now
showing on the horizon._]
In the cottages they will soon be putting out all the lamps
And going about their work in unreflected light.
FINN
[_Springing up with a cry of joy._]
What! Is it really all right?
MARKSMAN
[_Quietly._]
Yes, quite;
You’ve told me all that I require
To set you free.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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