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
PAKH. You know then some magic words, I do not doubt; but I--I who saw
them--I must needs go purify myself before the prayer--to-day is the
feast of the Nomination--did you know?
SATNI. I knew--and Yaouma?
PAKH. She is here--in a little you shall see her.
RHEOU. Satni!
SATNI. You called me?
RHEOU. Yes. Did not you see the two scarabs that lay upon your path?
SATNI. I saw them.
RHEOU. And you did not stop?
SATNI. No.
RHEOU. Why?
SATNI. I have learned many things in the countries whence I come.
RHEOU. You are a priest. Was not your duty to go unto the temple, even
before you knelt at your father's feet?
SATNI. Never again shall I enter the temple.
_A long trumpet call is heard far off._
RHEOU. It is the signal for the prayer.
_He mounts the terrace and stretches his arms to the setting
sun. Women play upon the harp and upon drums, and the double
flute. Others clash cymbals and shake the sistrum. Dancers
advance, slowly swaying their bodies. The rest mark the
rhythm by the beating of hands._
_Music._
RHEOU. O Isis! Isis! Isis! Three times do I pronounce thy name.
ALL [_murmuring_] O Isis! Isis! Isis! Three times do I pronounce thy
name.
RHEOU. O Isis! thou who preservest the grain from the destroying winds,
and the bodies of our fathers from the ruinous work of time.
ALL [_murmuring_] O Isis! thou who preservest the grain from the
destroying winds, and the bodies of our fathers from the ruinous work of
time.
RHEOU. O Isis! preserve us.
ALL [_murmuring_] O Isis! preserve us.
RHEOU. By the three times thy name is spoken.
ALL [_murmuring_] By the three times thy name is spoken.
RHEOU. Both here, and there, and there.
ALL [_murmuring_] Both here, and there, and there.
RHEOU. And to-day, and all days, and throughout the ages, as long as our
temples are mirrored in the waters of the Nile.
ALL [_murmuring_] And to-day, and all days, and throughout the ages, as
long as our temples are mirrored in the waters of the Nile.
RHEOU. Isis!
ALL [_murmuring_] Isis!
RHEOU. Isis!
ALL [_murmuring_] Isis!
RHEOU. Isis!
ALL [_murmuring_] Isis!
_All prostrate themselves save the singers and the dancers._
RHEOU. We beseech thee, Ammon! Deign to make known the virgin who will
be offered to the Nile. Ammon, deign to make her known!
ALL [_murmuring_] Deign to make her known.
_The music stops. A long pause in silence. Then far off a
trumpet call._
RHEOU. Rise! The God has made his choice.
_All rise, and begin chattering and laughing gaily._
RHEOU [_to Satni_] You, alone, did not pray, and stood the while.
Wherefore?
SATNI. I have come from a land where I learned wisdom.
RHEOU. You!--You who were to be priest of Ammon!
SATNI. I shall never be priest of Ammon.
VOICES. Listen! Listen!--The name! They begin to cry the name!
_The distant sound of voices is heard. Every one in the
scene save Satni is listening intently._
RHEOU. The name! The name!
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