Lords and Lovers, and Other DramasDargan, Olive Tilford
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Lords and Lovers, and Other Dramas
Dargan, Olive Tilford
American drama -- 20th century
_Kore._ Only a wound. This night belongs to hell. O, if it could have
been as we planned!
_Soph._ No one is killed?
_Kore._ No one but Orloff.
_Soph._ Orloff dead! [_Under her breath_] Then I am safe.
_Kore._ Gods, if only it had been Petrizoff! His escape is
unbelievable. [_Turning to Adrian_] What says the preacher now?
_Soph._ Don't! See his fetters?
_Kore._ Ah! When----
_Greg._ [_Crossing to Adrian_] Fortunate man! Now he may develop his
soul!
_Soph._ How can you?
_Greg._ How could _he_, madam? How could _he_? Do you know what he
has done? He has killed every man that died in Yaltowa to-night--he
has slaughtered every child--he has outraged every woman! What else?
Freedom offered him her hand and he struck her to earth! He has
scattered her forces--he has strengthened her oppressor--and the rivers
of blood that must now drench Russia shall flow from his door! But--ha!
ha! he has saved his soul!
[_Enter Irtenieff, attended_]
_Irtenieff._ I want the prisoner, Adrian Lavrov. [_No one answers. He
sees Adrian and crosses to him_] What is your crime? [_Adrian does not
raise his head_]
_Soph._ None.
_Irten._ You are arrested for the burning of Yaltowa? All prisoners
taken on that charge are free by the order of Petrizoff.
_Soph._ Take off his chains!
[_At a sign from Irtenieff guards unfetter Adrian, who does not
seem to know what they are doing_]
_Kore._ Such an order from Petrizoff? What does it mean?
_Irten._ It means that he is frightened into saying his prayers for a
day or two.
_Soph._ Adrian, my dear one, look up!
_Irten._ [_To Korelenko_] And if you've a particular regard, as I've
heard, for the little beauty there, you'd better get her out of Russia
before his scare rubs off.
_Kore._ Thank you, sir.
[_Exeunt Irtenieff, men, and guards left by Orloff. Dawn has been
gradually breaking, showing through door and window, rear. Sophie
continues to talk softly to Adrian and finally he raises his head_]
_Adr._ They will bury the sunshine of the world--shut up his golden
years in darkness----
_Soph._ We will free him, Adrian. We will live to set him free.
[_Zarkoff, and Vasil guarded, appear at door_]
_Zarkoff._ [_Stepping in_] Now show your accomplices. [_Vasil stands on
the threshold, silent, looking eagerly at the faces in the room_] You
swore you would tell who helped you if we brought you here.
_Vasil._ I will.
_Zar._ [_Pointing to Gregorief_] Is he one?
_Vasil._ Let me take my time. You wouldn't hurry on your way
to Schlusselburg, would you? I must speak to my friends first.
Adrian--father, brother, master--the songs have all come back. When I
only looked on, doing nothing to help, the music stopped, but now----
_Zar._ Too many words, sir!
_Vasil._ Now I am doing my part, I have a right to my song. They will
take me to----
_Zar._ Stop that!
_Vasil._ And under the stormy waters my heart will be singing----
_Zar._ Say your good-bys, and be done!
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