The Saxons: A Drama of Christianity in the North — John Shaqi
The Saxons: A Drama of Christianity in the NorthSchoonmaker, Edwin Davies
Religion
The Saxons: A Drama of Christianity in the North
Schoonmaker, Edwin Davies
Drama
CANZLER-- (_Coming forward and giving his orders hastily._)
Rudolph, you and Fritz go summon the men.
Go with them, Conrad.
(_Fritz glances off through the forest, right._)
RUDOLPH-- That we meet to-night?
CANZLER--This afternoon. Be quick. (_The men start back left._)
FRITZ--(_Huskily._) Oswald. (_Conrad glances right._) Oswald.
(_Rudolph glances right, and the three go out in
silence. Canzler, who has stepped left,
stands in the shadow of one of the trees. A
little later Oswald appears coming through
the trees to the right. He is looking about as_
_if in search of something._)
CANZLER-- (_Firmly, but without passion._)
There, there it is. Take it, take it and go.
OSWALD--(_Downcast, stammering._) I--
CANZLER--(_Lifting his hand._) No word.
(_Oswald moves slowly to the tree, takes the
crucifix upon his shoulder, and, with bowed
head, goes off right._)
SELMA--(_Calling from the left._) Oswald!
(_The girl enters with her water. She stops, looks
after Oswald until he has disappeared,
then turns with a questioning look to her
father._) O father!
CANZLER-- As for me,
Let a man be a man. Outside of that,
There is no power on earth that dares ask more;
No power in heaven that will.
(_He turns and goes back toward the cottage._)
SELMA--(_With a sigh, looking right._) Oswald, Oswald.
ACT TWO.
_SCENE ONE--A forest on the mountain tops, the great trees
glooming with the shadows of nightfall. In the distance,
between the dark boles, patches of sky with the fading
light of evening. The scene slopes down into a clump of
tangle-wood on the left. Up the slope, upon a stump that
stands out from among the trees, Selma is sitting with
her head bowed, her face almost hidden by her hair which
has fallen forward across her shoulders. She is dressed
in dappled fawn-skin. In her hand she has a spray of
dog-wood blossoms from which she is thoughtlessly tearing
the leaves. From the thicket below, three fairies steal in
one after another, having in their hands wild-flowers and
ferns._
_TIME--Early spring, three years later._
FIRST FAIRY-- (_Running a little way up the slope and stopping._)
Sister, see! (_Holding forth her flowers._) Kingcups!
SECOND FAIRY--(_Running closer._) Sister, see, I bring
The laced fern.
THIRD FAIRY--(_Running still closer._) See, see! Violets, sister!
I found them waking in an open place
Where the dew falls. (_Together they approach the stump._)
SECOND FAIRY--(_Softly._) Sister!
THIRD FAIRY-- Flowers, sister.
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