Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By BrieuxBrieux, Eugène
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Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By Brieux
Brieux, Eugène
French drama
KIRJIPA [_continuing_] Give to me what is my due, to me who am pure.
Give me all that heaven gives, all that the earth brings forth, all that
the Nile bears down from its mysterious springs. Despair not! Thy son is
there! Thy son will say the sacred words!
_A pause. All look at Satni._
SATNI. No, I will not say words that are lies!
_General consternation. Kirjipa comes to him and lays her
hands on his shoulders._
KIRJIPA. Speak the sacred words!
SATNI. No!
KIRJIPA. Accursed!
_She falls in a swoon. The women press round her. Satni
bursts into sobs._
CURTAIN
ACT IV
SCENE:--_The interior of a temple._
_Columns, huge as towers and covered with hieroglyphics. On
the left the Sanctuary; in the foreground in a little nook,
invisible to the faithful, but visible to the audience is
installed the machinery for the miracle, a lever, and ropes.
Against the central pillar two thrones, one magnificent, that
of the Pharaoh; the other simple, that of the High Priest._
_The Pharaoh, the High Priest, an officer, an old man, and
six priests discovered. When the curtain rises all are
seated, the priests on little chairs between the two
thrones._
THE OFFICER [_prostrated before the Pharaoh_] Pharaoh! may Ammon-Ra
preserve thy life in health and strength!
THE PHARAOH. [_with fury_] My orders! My orders!
THE OFFICER. Lord of the two Egypts, friend of Ra, favorite of Mentu,
may Ammon--
THE PHARAOH. Enough! my orders!
THE OFFICER. I would have died--
THE PHARAOH. The wish shall be granted, be assured, and soon! My orders!
Dog, why did you not carry out my orders?
THE OFFICER. Satni--
THE PHARAOH. Satni! Yes, Satni, the impostor! Where is he?
THE OFFICER. Pharaoh--may Ammon, Soukou Ra, Horus--
THE PHARAOH. I will have you whipped till your blood run--Satni! Where
is Satni! I sent you to seize him! Where is he?
THE OFFICER. No one knows.
THE PHARAOH. Scoundrel! You are his accomplice!
THE OFFICER. O Ammon!
THE PHARAOH. Did you go to the house of his father, to Rheou?
THE OFFICER. We searched them in vain.
THE PHARAOH. He has taken flight, then?
THE OFFICER. I know not.
THE PHARAOH. You are a traitor! You shall die! Take him out! And you
others, hear the commands of the High Priest and begone.
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