_Ernest_ [_rises to his feet with a terrible cry and retreats, covering his face with his hands_]--Ah! _Severo_--Justice! [_Stretching out his hand toward Ernest._] _Teodora_--My God! [_Hides her face with her hands and falls into a chair._] _Mercedes_ [_to Ernest, exculpating Julian_]--It was delirium! [_These four exclamations in rapid succession. A moment of stupor; Julian still standing and regarding Ernest, Mercedes and Severo trying to calm him._] _Julian_--It was not delirium, it was chastisement, by Heaven! What! Did you think your treachery would go unpunished, ingrate! _Mercedes_--Let us go, let us go! _Severo_--Come, Julian. _Julian_--Yes, I am going. [_Walks with difficulty toward his room, supported by Severo and Mercedes, stopping from time to time to look back at Ernest and Teodora._] _Mercedes_--Quick, Severo! _Julian_--Look at them, the traitors! It was justice! Was it not justice? So I believe. _Severo_--For God's sake, Julian! For my sake! _Julian_--You, you alone, of all the world, have loved me truly. [_Embraces him_.] _Severo_--Yes, I alone! _Julian_ [_stops near the door and looks at them again_]--She weeps for him--and does not follow me. She does not even look at me; she does not see that I am dying--yes, dying! _Severo_--Julian! _Julian_--Wait, wait! [_Pauses on the threshold._] Dishonor for dishonor!--Farewell, Ernest! [_Exeunt Julian, Severo, and Mercedes._] Translation made for 'A Library of the World's Best Literature,' by Mary J. Serrano THE EDDAS (ICELANDIC; NINTH TO THIRTEENTH CENTURIES) BY WILLIAM H. CARPENTER The fanciful but still commonly believed meaning of the word "Edda," which even many of the dictionaries explain as "great-grandmother," does not, after all, inaptly describe by suggestion the general character of the work to which it is given. The picture of an ancient dame at the fireside, telling tales and legendary lore of times whose memory has all but disappeared, is a by no means inappropriate personification, even if it has no other foundation. In point of fact, 'Edda' as the title of a literary work has nothing whatsoever to do with a great-grandmother, but means "the art of poetry," "poetics"; and only by an extension of its original use does it belong to all that is now included under it.