The virgin of the sun : $b A play, in five actsKotzebue, August von
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The virgin of the sun : $b A play, in five acts
Kotzebue, August von
German drama -- Translations into English; Tragedies (Drama)
_Idali._ We repaired to the temple this morning to take your place, and
not finding you there, we went and reported it to the High-Priestess, who
immediately sent us to look for you in the garden.
_Cora._ Did she give you no further orders?
_Amazili._ Only when we found you, to send you to her.
_Juan._ And should she ask where you met with Cora, what will you answer?
_Idali._ That we found her talking with some Spaniards.
_Juan._ Oh you must not mention us, sweet girls! for the High-Priestess
will be angry at your staying so long, and forbid your meeting us
again—and you would like, I hope, to come here sometimes, and amuse us
with your conversation.
_Diego._ (_To Amazili_) I have fallen so desperately in love with you, my
little rogue, that I hope you will come and meet me again.
_Amazili._ (_To Idali_) What do you say, Idali?
_Idali._ I can’t tell.
_Juan._ Say rather that Cora had fallen asleep behind one of the pillars
in the temple, and in the dusk of morning you did not perceive her.
_Diego._ Or that she was lying under the shade of the great palm-tree, in
the court before the temple.
_Amazili._ Oh charming!
_Idali._ An excellent thought!
_Cora._ Come, let us hasten back.
_Idali._ It is indeed time; let us go.
_Amazili._ Yes, let us go. (_Neither she nor Idali stir_)
_Juan._ Go sweet maiden.
_Diego._ Go you little rogue.
_Idali._ Well, good morning—good morning.
_Amazili._ Farewel—farewel. (_They return over the wall_)
_Cora._ (_Embracing Alonzo_) Farewel, Alonzo!
_Alonzo._ Farewel, my beloved—soon my wife. [_Exit Cora._
SCENE V.—_Re-enter ROLLA._
_Rolla._ Well, how have you managed them?
_Diego._ Most completely—we have wound them round our fingers.
_Juan._ Rolla knows their sex.
_Rolla._ By report chiefly.
_Diego._ I begin to like the adventure extremely—my little creature
seemed disposed to be very loving.
_Juan._ Yet the clouds, so pregnant with thunder, every moment gather
thicker over our heads, and wear a more menacing aspect.
_Alonzo._ (_Taking Rolla’s hand_) Brother!—dearest brother hasten to
extricate us!
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