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 An Operatic Spectacular Drama, 
 
 R . C. WHITE, 
 
 With New Scenic Effects, 
 
 New Music, and 
 
 New Mechanical Workings. 
 
 Ei,fend («rwdw(/ to Act of Congress, June 1, in the year 1887, by R. C. WHITE, in Iht 
 Office of the. Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. 
 
 9leiu <^lotU: 
 Ci.,JVKK R. TiujMBULL, Engeavee AND Steam Printek, 58 Bond Street. 
 
 1887. 
 
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 SHE." 
 
 An Operatic Spectacular Drama, 
 
 R'; C. WHITE, 
 
 With New Scenic Effects, 
 
 New Music, and 
 
 New Mechanical Workings. 
 
 Kiilerfil acmrdino In Act of fongnxs, June 1, in the year 1887, //(/ R. f. WIIirE. ui the 
 Office of th,' Wicandii of Vongreas^at Washinrjlnju />. C. 
 
 9UttJ ^^ozU : 
 Claek R. Trumbull, Engraver and Steam Printer, 58 Bond Street. 
 
 1887. 
 
CHARACTERS.*^*- 
 
 HORACE HOLLY— A Scholar Character Lead 
 
 LEO VINCEY— His Adopted Son and Pupil.. " Juvenile 
 
 JOB SMITHERS— Servant to Horace Char. Comedv 
 
 TIM LAN AH AHAN— Servant to Leo .Comedy 
 
 ARABS. 
 
 MAHOMED— Captain of Dhow ^ . ..Old Man 
 
 AZEF— Mate of Dhow Heavy 
 
 ACHMET— Navigator UxiLnv 
 
 Twelve Arab Sailors. 
 
 AMAHAGGER-MALE. 
 
 BILLALI— Father of the Household .Old Man 
 
 SINBALLI— Chief of the Hotpot Heavy 
 
 ABDALLI— Seminal .Utility 
 
 And Twelve Amahagger. 
 
 AM AH AGGER— FEMALE . 
 
 AYESHA, "SHE"— Queen of the Amahagger. .... Lead 
 
 USTANE — An Amahagger Maiden .Juvenile 
 
 DILLYASHA— Ogress of the Hot-pot Old Woman 
 
 HU.IYA — Another Maiden Utility 
 
 And Eleven other Females. 
 
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 A SPECTACULAR OPERATIC DRAMA. 
 
 As originally produced in 8an Francisco, at tlie Tivoli (3pera House, on tin 
 Fourth of July, 1887, and witnessed by over 100,000 spectators. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Hie deck of a ship or dhow. Cabin with poop deck L. Mast C, with lateen 
 sail, rattlinys, stay ropes, etc.. formiwj rigijing. Ilatchumy tvifh cojnng forward 
 of iiia^l. Rough ivaters lying flat across stage ready to be put in motion. Bid- 
 wark crossing stage at 'drd E. Bulwark and mast are made to fall and he com- 
 pletely hid when the waters are raised. Wheel on poop. Arab sailor discovered 
 at wheel. Tlie rest of the creiu are discovered lounging about deck. Symphony 
 of chorus is played till curtain is up; then the Arabs assemble for chorus. 
 
 ('lIORUS. 
 Over the bouiulinj,'- waves we fly. 
 
 Before a freshening yale: 
 With a staunch j-ood dhuw and a liriifht Ijlue sky 
 
 And a full and a steady sail. 
 The sea-mews shriek in tlieir landward flight. 
 
 And we hear tlie breakers roar. 
 And the waves are a^jlow with the sun"s red lijfht. 
 
 As we near the rocky shore. 
 But Allah is in the wind and Allah is in the wave. 
 
 And we fearlessly follow his beckoning hand, 
 Tho' it leads to a watery jtfrave. 
 
 Allah be praised. Allah be praised, 
 We fearlessly follow his beekoning hand. 
 
 The' it leads to a watery grave, 
 
 After chorus sailors retire, and Job enters from cabin. 
 
 Joii. 
 TJiis 'ere caterwaulm' is beastly. What with seasickness, and thorn 'ere 
 Blackamoor Hayrabs, I'm a turned hupside down and hiuside liout. This 'ere 
 is a rum go, anyhow, tlie rummiest go as liever was. 'Ere we are hemljarked 
 on the wide ocean witii a lot of tawny savages, and bound lor some outlandish 
 place, the Lord knows wliere. I think master Holly be a gettin' into his 
 lunacy and going daft. I feels flabbergasted, I does, and no wonder. Look 
 at them 'ere liimps of Satm. nice company for a respectable serving man, like 
 me. They makes my flesli crawl wlienever 1 goes near 'em. Tliey's muck, 
 they is, and the muckiest kind of muck at that. Enter Tim Lanahan from 
 cabin. 
 
 Tin. 
 Coming down. Hello, -lol), me foine bucko, what the divil are yc cpgitatin'? 
 
 Joi;. 
 1 was just a tliinkin', Tim, what a hass you liar. 
 
 Tim. 
 An ass, you mane. Is it me? 
 
 .Toii. 
 And what an hass your master. Mr. Leo, is. 
 
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 Tim. 
 Bud cess to Ihf' tongue av \-f! Wliat do ye inane? 
 
 .huu 
 And wliat a I'ool my master, Mr. Horace, is. 
 
 Tim. 
 Now ve are comin' at the truth. 
 
 Jon. 
 And what a numbskuUer, hignoramus, hout-and-hout liidjiot I is myself. 
 
 Tim. 
 There ye hit the truth complately. I coincide with your last observation. 
 
 Jon. 
 If I reflect upon myself more than upon you, it"s because 1 doesn't like to 'urt 
 hanybody's feelinks. There are other bloomin' hignoramus hidjiots on board 
 this houtlandish dhow besides nic. 
 
 Tim. 
 Is there now? Well, there may be some as bluomin", but bad luck to niLv 
 if there is any as full-lilown as yerself But what's come to you, anyliow? 
 
 Job. 
 What's come to me? Wiiat have 1 come to, — that's more like the tiuestion. 
 Look at the sitivation! 'Ere we are cast like bread upon the waters, not to 
 return after many days, but to be heat hup by a lot of tawny blackamoors, or 
 pickled in the salt sea waters of the briny hocean. And where be we a-goiu' 
 to? Hon a voyage of discover}-, like Christopher Columbus, only Chris was 
 a-huntin' for a new world, while we is a huntin' for a hold city called " Kor," 
 where cannibals live in caves and heat dead folks, and where there is a queen 
 2200 years old who washed herself in the fire of life, and can never die ac- 
 cordin'. I say its hall bosh, and Mr. Leo and my master be fools to think 
 there's any truth in it; and you he a fool for comin' along, and I be a hig- 
 noramus and bloomin' hidjiot for a-doin of the same thing, and no good can 
 come of it. 
 
 Tim. 
 Don't say that ! t>ure we'll return with our pockets full of goold and 
 precious stones. And if we can get a dip in this precious " Fire of Life " we'll 
 all become young and handsome, and live for thousands of years. Think of 
 that me darlin'. Always looking young and liandsome, till ye're owld enough 
 to l)e Mcthusala's grandfather. 
 
 JOD. 
 
 I don't want to be Methusala's grandfather, and as for bein' 'audsome. I'm 
 'andsome enough as God made me. To be sure, that 'ere " Fire of Life " might 
 polish you up a bit, but as for its ever making you 'andsome, Tim, that's an 
 unpossibility: you're too far gone in ugliness. 
 
 Tim. 
 Eh, is it me? Why you grazey little butter tub, do you mane to cast rellec- 
 tions on my looks ? 
 
 Job. 
 No, I don't need to do that, your looks reflects themselves; facts is facts, 
 you know Tim. 
 
 Tim. 
 Of course they are, and (jiwAmf/ his fist under Job's nose), there is one fact 
 starin' you in the face, {raising his foot as if to kick), and another fact ready to 
 astonish your trousers, and upon me soul! if both these facts unite their 
 forces, there will be a matter-of-fact Johnny Bull left sprawlin' without a foot 
 or a fact to stand upon. 
 
 Job. 
 Ye 're a houtlandish Hirish hidgiot, and I don't want to talk to you, 
 
 Tim. 
 No, bejabers, nor ye don't want to receive the facts presented to you. But 
 yer head is so thick that I'll be forced to bring occular demonstration and stern 
 
reality to bear on you. But, talkiug of beauty, sure if 1 was such a squabby, 
 (tibby, buther-milk-and-potato looking jelly-fish as you I'd go hang meself. 
 Joii. 
 You'd better do that, anyhow, and save Jaek Ketch the trouble, for that's 
 ow you'll end your days, Tim. if iicver you get back to Ilinghmd. 
 Tim. 
 True for you. They're fond of lianging Irishmen in England, but they'll get 
 tired of that sport before long, and when that happens, and a season of fan- 
 play begins, you'll find that an Irishman can be coaxed but not coerced. 
 Job. 
 Well, I don't want to quarrel with you, Tim, so there's my hand. {Offers 
 hand.) 
 
 Tim. 
 {Grasping his hand.) And there's mine. We are in the same sarvicc, and 
 dependent one on the other, and it's better to be friends than enemies. 
 Job. 
 Agreed! But you know you're not 'andsome, Tim. 
 
 Tim. 
 "Well, if I'm not, I have taking ways, at least so the girls say. If I'm not 
 handsome my master, Mr. Leo is, and that's more than you can say of yours. 
 Job. 
 Yes, Mr. Leo is 'andsome, and Mr. Holly is not a beauty. 
 
 Tim. 
 Not a beauty ! he's the ugliest mortal I ever looked at, not mainin' any 
 disrespect, Job. 
 
 Jon. 
 But he's as good a mortal as hever was. 
 Tim. 
 True fer you. and, without flattery. Job, you take after him. " Like master, 
 like man." 
 
 Job. 
 There you go again with your Hirish himperdence. 
 
 Tim. 
 And there you go again witli your English vanity. 
 
 Job. 
 You're a — you're a — Oh, go to the devil, Tim Lanan. 
 
 Tim. 
 I'll not go to the divil, and my name is not Tim Lanan, but Tim Lanhahan, 
 do you understand, you oumadhaun? L-a la, n-ana, h-a ha, Lanaha, h-a-n han, 
 Lanahahan. Bad luck to such ignorance. 
 Job. 
 Lord, what a name; it's worse nor a Blackamoor's. 
 
 Tim. 
 And better than a yockcl's for all that. 
 Job. 
 You're a hignorant Hirish hass. 
 
 Tim. 
 And you're a consaited English bull, with more beef than brains. 
 
 Job. 
 You're a— you're a — you're a — t)h, damme, you're a Hirishnian. 
 
 Tim, 
 True for you; and I'm proud of it. 
 
 Job. 
 {Very excitedly.) Hirish! Hirish! Hirish! {Goes up qaicklij and runs 
 against an Aral sailor who has entered from hold ; both nearly fall; Arab draws 
 
cutlass and is about to, strike Job.) 'Old lion, thero, what are you about. (Runs 
 down stage to Ji. cornKr, pursued by A rah. lim jumps between thevi ; disarms 
 Arab aftei' struggle. 
 
 Tim. 
 Ye murderin' divil. (llirow.s And) dmuii L.) Staud up here like a aiau and 
 I'll take the cousait out of you. {Tim Uiraivs away cutlass and squares off lih-v. 
 a pugilist. The Arab rises.) 
 
 .Ion. 
 
 Ue it, Tim! Polish Iiim oil'. <iive him one for his bloomiu' nob. 
 
 Arau. 
 {Spits at Tim.) DokI 
 
 Tim. 
 l)o(;'! bet me at him! Let me pulverize the yellow monkey. {Tim utrikfs 
 A mil. titrij rliiich and struggle. The scene is worked, up. Job is shouting " give 
 it hi him, Tim, etc. Tim gets the best of Aral). Horace and Leo enter froiii, 
 
 roliiil. 
 
 Horace. 
 Hold !(j?'//// rises, a.ud ilie Arab muttering and looking vicious goes dov:u hold, 
 What's all this about? What's the matter? 
 Tim. 
 Well, sir, tliut tawny lilackgnard was lioin' to murder Job when J inter- 
 fered. Then the ilMired slipalpeen spit in my face and called me " d(jg." 
 lloi-.Ari.:. 
 But you're not a dog. yuu know, Tim. 
 .Joi). 
 Well, if he be, sir, he's a full-bred Hirish Terrier, and can 'ang on in a tight. 
 and can wallop a Ilarabian gorilla hany Any. 
 Leo. 
 Tim should have tiirovvn the cur into the sea. 
 
 HOR.VCE. 
 
 No; better as it is. These are treacherous people, and not over friendly. 
 We must be politic and guarded. Go into the cabin. Job, with Tim, and watch 
 what articles we have there. The guns and stores are in the wlialeboat 
 astern. 
 
 Joii. 
 All right, sir. G-it-s up with Tim. Tim! Offers hand. 
 
 Tim. 
 Taking Job's liand. Job! 
 
 Joii. 
 We are friends ? 
 
 Tim. 
 Brothers ! 
 
 Jon. 
 I'll never abuse the Hirish again. 
 
 Tim. 
 Stick to tliat, me lx»y. (iive the Irish their riglits, and Knglaud will tind a 
 warm frimid instead of a l)itter foe in Ireland. Exit Jub and Tim intu cabiu. 
 Horace. 
 Well, my boy, this is a pretty wild goose chase for two sensible men to be 
 eugage<l in. 
 
 Lko. 
 Then you have no faith in our mission? You doubt that I am a descendant 
 of Kalikrates, the priest of Isis and Amanartes, a princess of the race of the 
 Pharaoh Hokar. In fact, you doubt the antiquity of the casket left by my 
 father. You translated the Unical Greek inscriptions and the Latin Black 
 Letter documents, and should know if they are what they seem. 
 Horace. 
 1 believe the casket to be over 2200 years old, and the potsherd with the 
 Unical Greek and Latin Black Letter to be genuine. 
 
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 Leo. 
 And do they not plainly trace my descent, link by link, and prove beyond a 
 doubt that the founder of our family, my sixty-sixth lineal ancestor, was the 
 priest Kalikrates ? 
 
 Horace. 
 I cannot deny these proofs of your family's extraordinary antiquity. But 
 the story which follows is so very strange. 
 
 Leo. 
 And yet a true one. You admit the antiquity of the (jasket and its contents. 
 They bear the unmistakable stamp of Nectanebo IL, the last native Pharaoh 
 of Egypt, who reigned B. (!. .'?:W. The story as chronicled on the potsherd is 
 fjuite plain. It was in that year that my lineal ancestor Kalikrates broke his 
 vows of celiljacy as a priest of Isis, and Hed from Kgypt with Amanartes, a 
 princess of the royal blood, who had fallen in love with him. They were 
 wrecked upon the west coast of Africa, and, from the description, near* where 
 Delagoda Bay now is. 
 
 HOR.iCE. 
 
 Or, to be more accurate, al)out three leagues north of the Zamlicsi river, 
 wliere is seen a great rock resenil)liug the head of an Kthiopian. 
 
 Leo. 
 Exactly. My ancestor Kalikrates and the princess Amenartes were saved, 
 but were captured by wild men and taken inland on a journey of ten day.s. 
 till they came to the ruins of a great citj'. where there were endless caves. 
 They were brought before the Queen, whom Amanartes described as a woman 
 of great loveliness, who can never die, having ballied in the Fire ot Life. 
 
 Horace. 
 And this is the most fabulous part of the story. 
 
 Leo. 
 I do not beheve it a fable. I believe that if it can be re-discovored, there 
 is a spot where the vital forces of the world visibly exist, Life exists; wliy, 
 therefore, should not the means of preserving it indefinately exist, also? 
 Leo. 
 Even so, he who would tamper with tlie vast and secret forces that animate 
 tlie world may fall a victim to them. 
 
 Leo. 
 Ah, but think. Uncle Horace! If we should be fortunate enough to find 
 this secret force, this Fire of Life, and emerge from it ever beautiful and ever 
 young, defying time and evil, lifted above the natural decay of flesh and in- 
 tellect, what a grand, what a glorious oonsumation. 
 
 HOR.A.CE. 
 
 If such a thing could be, who shall say that the awsome change would 
 prove a happy one. But, I have no wish to discourage you, we have made 
 the start and we'll not turn liack. 
 
 Leo. 
 
 Xow, that's right. It was my poor father's wish tliat I should make this 
 effort, and if we fail we can return to England and wisdom again. But, if this 
 never dying (^)ueen who slew my ancester, Kalikrates, 2200 years ago because 
 he would not return her love, if this woman .still exists, then we shall know 
 that the Fire of Life is not a myth, and the sheni of Amenartes genuine, 
 and I shall have proved my descent froni the royal liouse of Ilakor and Ncc- 
 lanebo II, who reigned in I']gypt Bt^fore Clirist .'lliO years. 
 
 Goi'S up filmji; ami ascends to poop dcrk and cnijogcs in conversiitlon loiih tin- 
 Man at Wliecl. 
 
 Man at Wheet,. 
 
 Looks at sky. Points at cloud. Samba! 
 
 Mohamc.d enters from hold. 
 
 Houace. 
 
 2o Mohamed. IIow far are we from the mouth of the Zambesi, Captain? 
 
MOHAMEn. 
 
 About twenty leagues, 
 
 HoKACE. 
 
 And how much further is it to tlie pecuhar headland of which we spoke? 
 
 MOHAMED 
 
 Vou mean tlio Ethiopian's head? 
 
 Horace. 
 Ves. 
 
 MoHAMED. 
 
 About three leagues to the north. 
 
 Horace. 
 Have j'ou seen this singular head often, Captain? 
 
 MoHAMED. 
 
 Yes, but have never approached it close. Our people fear this stone image 
 and believe it to be a demon that invokes the storms to destroy all vessels that 
 approach it. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 Xonsense. And what is your belief? 
 
 MOlIAJtET). 
 
 1 believe it to be the work of an ancient people who carved it from the solid 
 rock as an emblem of defiance and warning to enemies who approached the 
 harbor. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 Is it possible that such a harbor ever existed ? 
 
 Thousands of years ago. My father, who sailed these latitudes all his life, 
 discovered the ruins of a canal which was once fed by the waters of the 
 Zambesi. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 Do you know anything of the people who live inland ? 
 
 MOHAMED. 
 
 From hearsay. They are called " Amahagger, or "people of the rocks." My 
 father once met one of these strange men, who was cut off from his tribe on 
 account of some crime. This refugee could speak a little Arabic, and said 
 his people lived in great caves near a ruined city. That their queen was a 
 lieautiful white woman who had power overall things living and dead. 
 Horace. 
 
 Is it possible? Aside. Here's a revelation there must be some truth in the 
 story after all. Aloud. Captain, you will land us at the Ethiopean's head and 
 accompany us in our expedition inland ? 
 
 MOIIAMED. 
 
 Allah forbid! Not for the world would I venture into that strange country. 
 The people eat human flesh and consert with spirits of evil. Go not there or 
 you are lost. 
 
 Horace. 
 .\t least you will land oiu' party at the big head. 
 
 Moil A MED. 
 1 dare not appi-oacli that rock too near, 1113^ jicoplc woul<l rebel. 
 
 Horace. 
 But I paid yon to laud us where we pleased and I insist. 
 
 Moil A. MED. 
 AUaii he praised. I know not what to do. T will consult with my people 
 and if they consent it shall be as you say. Gofs dovn hatrhway. Lio comes 
 down. ' ' 
 
 Horace. 
 To-morrow at ten o'clock, if our reckoning is correct, we will be at the 
 mouth of the Zambesi, and in the vicinity of the Negro's Head. 
 Leo. 
 And begin our search f )r the ruined city and the '• Fire of Life." 
 
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 HOKACK. 
 You were airing your Arabic with the man at the wheel. What did he tell 
 you? Did he ever hear anything about tlie ruined city? 
 Leo. 
 No; he says the country back of the Ethiopian's Head is all swamp, and 
 full of snakes, especially pythons, and game; and that no man lives there, — 
 only evil sijirits. 
 
 Horace. 
 You see what sort of an opinion these gentry have of the co\intry. Not 
 one of them will go with us. They think we are mad, and upon my word 1 
 believe they are right. If we ever get back to England again I shall be as- 
 tonished. At my age it does not greatly matter, but I am anxious about you, 
 Leo, and Job and Tim. It's a Tom Fool's business, my boy. 
 Lko. 
 So far as I'm concerned, I'm willing to take my chuiice. Lnokiuij of. Look! 
 What's that cloud? 
 
 HOIIACE. 
 
 It looks like a squall. Ei/ttr Job, with two Gladstone hays, from culnn. 
 
 JOIJ. 
 Please sir, as we've got all the rest of the things in the whalcl)oat astern, 
 1 thought it best to put these 'ere in, too. LowL-rincj his roire. I don't like 
 the looks of these black gentry. Supposin', now, as 'ow some on 'em was to 
 slip into the l)oat at niglit and cut the cable and make hoft'with 'er? It'd be 
 a purtty go, wouldn't it now? 
 
 Leo. 
 But if you put the bags in the boat, they'll have the more plunder to make 
 off with. Job. 
 
 Joii. 
 Yes, sir; but I'm not such a fool as that. I intends to get into boat with 
 tlie bother plunder, and watch it. 
 
 HOKACE. 
 
 You're about right, Job. You can sleep there. There are blankets in tlie 
 lockers with the guns, only be careful and keep out of the moon, or it may 
 blind you or turn your head. 
 
 Joii. 
 Lord Sir. it don't much matter if it did. My 'ead's tliat turned already with 
 the sight of these Blackamoors, as I feels more like a Bedlamite than a 
 (.'hristiau. They is only fit for muck, they is — and they smells bad enough 
 for it already. He gets oi-er side of ship during sjieech and Leo hands down hags 
 to him. Horace and Leo go into cabin Mohamed followed by all the Arabs comes 
 from hold, man at wheel has come down. 
 
 Mohamed. 
 ^\'ell. brothers, what is jour pleasure — Shall we land the Christitius. 
 
 Omnes. 
 No. No. No. ! r/te Stage is darkened, lights half down. 
 
 1st Arab. 
 These Christian dogs would lead us to destruction. Distant thunder. See 
 the storm is already gathering. These men are evil, letus rid ourselves ol 
 them before it is too late. 
 
 O.M.VES. 
 
 Yes, yes ! let it be so ? 
 
 MollAMEi) 
 
 What would you do brothers ? 
 
 1st Ahau. 
 Oast them into the sea 1 They are dogs. 
 Omnes. 
 Let the dogs die. 
 
 -MOIIAMEU, 
 
 Brothers reflect, be not hasty. 
 
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 1st AKAI!. 
 
 1 WHS struck by oiw of tlieso Christians, ami by AUali, lie shall not live*. 
 They would take us to the Kthiopean's head, to the shpre of storms. TJie 
 ■'<fage heroines suddenly very darlc a struny flash of Uyldning followed by a loud 
 dap of thunder. See the wrath of Allah is in the sky and disturbs the waters. 
 Let us throw these Christians into the sea and appease his anger. 
 
 O.MNES. 
 
 AUaJi Ix' praised ! let it Ia' so. Job's head w seen over 'ndirork ivdlchiny 
 
 Ihrlll. 
 
 Job. 
 
 Oh Lord ! the beastly blackamoors. Tliey's going to picklo us sure enough. 
 I'll get u gun, Disappears 
 
 Knter Leo and HokAcE fro'ni rahin " The jdolfoi m behind cabin is m f 
 laktii away and cabin held in its place by carpenter, n-ad to tiip it off. 
 
 Led. 
 The storm is brewing, sure enough. 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes. Looklny at Arabs. By the looks of them black devils, it will lircak 
 upon us soon. 
 
 Leo. 
 I see! I see! They mean mischief 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes. "Where is Tim? {Odls in cabin.) Hello, Tim, where are you? {Tim 
 enters ivith a bound.) 
 
 Tni. 
 Here! am! What the divil is the matter? Are we goin' to the liottom. 
 .Mr. Leo? 
 
 Leo. 
 No: but I fear ilie .\ralis are going to attack us. lie ready to tight, and 
 jump into tin; lioat when I give the command. 
 
 Tim. 
 
 .^hui-e I'm always ready for a liglit. But where is Job? 
 
 Leo. 
 He's in the boat. 
 
 First Auau. 
 Brothers, are you ready to appease Allah? 
 
 Ojines. 
 Allah be praised! we are readj', {Draw weapons.) 
 
 Tim. 
 Oh, look at tlie murdhcrin' tawnies! They'll be upon us in a minute. 
 
 Horace. 
 Liet your pistols ready, and stand firm. 
 
 First Arab. 
 Christians, you have provoked the wrath of Allah, and you must die! 
 
 Tim. 
 "\'er a liar, ye naygur o' blazes! 
 
 Horace. 
 ('aptain, what means this treachery? Connnand these ruffians to retire. 
 
 MOHAMEI). 
 
 I'm sorry for you. Christian, but I'm powerless, and can't interfere. 
 
 Horace. 
 Then we shall sell our lives dearly. Job, look to the boat, 
 
 Joii. 
 Hall right, sir. 
 
 First Arab. 
 Christians, surrender. 
 
-11 
 
 Horace, Leo and Tim discharge 
 Oiirh he fires. A f/eneral sfrwj- 
 
 Hiiroo! I'm tli 
 
 Leo. 
 "Wc are Englisluuen ami never siirrrender. 
 First Arats. 
 On them, and cut the infidel dogs to pieces. 
 
 O.MN'ES. 
 
 Down with the dogs. {Tkeij all make a rits/i. 
 pifitols. Joh appears over hulwark ivith a gun ■ 
 glc. Tim gets First Arab down. Joh another.) 
 Tim. 
 divil himseif in a motion. 
 Job. 
 {Astride of Arab.) Cock-a-doodlo-doo? {Croioing) Britons never shall be 
 slaves. {A great flcish of lightning followed hi/ thunder, then a loud crash. The 
 Arabs throtv themselves on their faces. 
 
 Leo. 
 AVe have struck a rock. Quick, to the boat. {Horace, Tim and Job dimh 
 quirkhi orer bahvcu-k. The Arabs remain motionless. As Leo starts to go an- 
 other flash followed by thunder and a terrific crash. The mast and bulwark jail the 
 wafers rise; the cabin is ti'ipped of and the whole deck is apparently submerged. 
 Leo and the Arabs struggle in the water and then sink. The faltmg of hulwark, 
 discovers lohale boat, with Horace. Tim a.nd Job in it.) 
 Horace. 
 (Jreat God! Where is Leo? Leo! Leol 
 Job. 
 He's gone, sir. God help him. {Leo is seen to rise. Tim lays hold of him. 
 
 Tut. 
 I have him. Tyifts him partially up. 
 
 Horace. 
 Thank Heaven, he is saved, saved. 
 
 ( Thm 
 
 CURTAIX. 
 
 de/- and lightning and constant agitation of the 
 
 iters during scene.) 
 
ACT II. 
 
 Calm sea view. A jioint of rock or headland exlending into the sea ier minuting 
 with a statue-like rock resembling the head of an FAhio^yian. R. to C. Whale- 
 boat on beach. Stores and gwvt at hack. Horacf and Tim discovered. Also 
 Leo, who is asleeji on blanket L. E. E. 
 
 Horace. 
 What do you think of that head, Tim? 
 Tnr. 
 Well, upon me sowl, sir, I think the divil himself must have been settmg 
 on that rock for his portrait, and, bad luck to him, it's a foine hkeness. 
 Horace. 
 It is ruther an uncanny and weird affair, Tim, and is well calculated to 
 inspire superstition. But we have had a miraculous escape from death, and 
 in spite of its forbidding appearance, we'll accept it as a good omen of the 
 future. 
 
 Leo. 
 Waking iqh Hello, what's the matter with me ? I'm as stiff as an Egyptian 
 mummy. Where is the Dhow. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 At the bottom of the sea, and you may be thankful that you arc not stifter, 
 
 my boy; everybod}' on board, with tlie exception of u,=! four, are drowned, and 
 
 your life__was only saved liy a miracle. Gag for Tim. Tim, get the brandy. 
 
 Tim. 
 
 With alacrity and delight, your honor. Gets bottle from stores L. 
 
 Leo. 
 Great Heavens ! And to tliink that we should have been chosen to live 
 through it. 
 
 Tim. 
 Handing bottle to Leo. Throw a swig ot that into your neck, an' it'll warm 
 the cockles of your heart. 
 
 Leo. 
 Tak-es bottle and drinks. It is wanning. Tim. and gives fresh vitality to tlie 
 lilood. Passes bottle to Horace. 
 
 Horace. 
 Drinks. It's akin to tlie ''rirc of Life," and, to my mind, much more potent. 
 Passes bottle to Tim. 
 
 Tim. 
 Drinks. The " Fire of Life" is an icicle compared to a good bumper of Irish 
 whisky. Ah, tare-an-ages. Sir, that's tjio stuff tliat tips the tongue witli 
 eloquence and the nose with red. 
 
 Leo. 
 {Who 1ms been looking at rock.) As I Jive, flicrc's the liead that the writing 
 fells of — the Ethiopian's Head. 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes, there it is, — like a deinoii forbidding us to i)r<ieecd further. 
 
 Leo. 
 Then tlie whole story is true. 
 
 Horace. 
 I don't sec that that follows. We knew this liend was here, — your fatlier 
 saw it once, — but it may not be the head tlie writing tells of; or if it is. it 
 proves nothing. 
 
 Leo. 
 You arc an unbelieving Jew, Uncle Horace. Why, tlie thing is plain; the 
 
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 hand of destiny is plain. Wc were saved from death, and cast on tliis siiore 
 within sight of this uinnistakable liead, in order to be convinced, and yet you 
 
 doubt. 
 
 Horace. 
 Doubt I To be sure I doubt. The whole thinp: seems preposterous. ^^ e 
 have risked our lives, like a quartette of fools, to find a woman 2200 years 
 old. Bless n.e! bless me! To think that T should give way to such an ab- 
 surdity ! 
 
 Leo. 
 
 Tlu)se who live will sec. 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes, yes! I sui.pose they will. You'll see me and I'll see you, and each 
 
 will see a look. 
 
 Leo. 
 There, there, Avancular, don't get out of patience. We'll see the end <.t 
 this, at all ev.nts, and adopt the "cap and bells " afterward, ,f deservmg 
 
 them. 
 
 Horace. 
 To be sure, we'll see the end of it. You don't think me such a fool as to 
 turn back now '! And if 1 was, how the devil could we get back ! 
 Leo. 
 Trust to luck, and a chapter of accidents. But where is Job? 
 
 Horace. 
 He took a gun and went down to the mouth of the river, expectmg to shoot 
 some game. {Shot heard.) Ah, there he's at it. What's down, I wonder. 
 
 Job. . . ,, 
 
 {Outside.) Get hout, you beast! Gethout! (He fumhUs on stage, .tncjlit- 
 ened, and out of breath.) 
 
 Leo. 
 
 AVhat's i;p, JoIj? 
 
 Oh, Lord! Oh, Lordy! They's after me! Whew! My h^^! ™ 
 whoppers AVe'll hall— be-heat hup-sure as a gun ! ^hcw! (lli'l/aii 
 
 lauqh at Job.) _ 
 
 •' ' Tim. 
 
 What is it, Job? Did ye see a ghost? 
 
 Job. . , 
 
 No; but them 'ere 'airy 'eaded lions! They took after me, and was gom to 
 
 heat me! 
 
 Tim. 
 Shure they must be mighty fond of tallow, thin, for it's a grasy mouthful 
 they'd have of von ! {AH hnajh.) 
 
 Job. 
 They'd die of hignorance if they'd heat you. you Hirish hijiot! (.4// laugh.) 
 Lor' a mio-hty! Look there! (Pointing off, R. v. e.) 
 All. 
 Where? What is it? 
 
 Job. 
 There is one of them now! (.1^^ get guns^ Oh, Lord, 'is heyes look like 
 bull's-eye lanterns! 
 
 Leo. 
 {To Horace, who is about to shoot.) T claim the first shot! {Iforarr recovers. 
 Leo shoots.) Missed, by Jupiter ! 
 
 Horace. 
 • Now its my turn. Shoots, Lion falls with his head in sight among the rod.s. 
 Well I think I've wiped your eye there Master Leo. 
 Leo. 
 Confound you, yes! But I beg your pardon old fellow, I congratulate you ; 
 it was a lovely shot and mine was vile, rhey all put guns doton and group 
 about Vie dead lion. 
 
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 Tim. 
 Oh, look at the jawl of him, aud the claws of Inm and the fire ball eyes of 
 him. Oh, bad luck to him, but he's a dead specimin of liven destruction. 
 ^4.5 they are bending over the Lion a great ijell is heard and from hi^hind erenj 
 rork and down the runs — rush the Amahagger with spears surrounding the jmrty, 
 and binding them with strips of skin. Biltaliand a Sentinal appear on rork. A' 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Peace ! Who are you who come hither swiming on the water ? Speak, or 
 ye die ! 
 
 tiOUACE. 
 
 We are travellers, oonie here by chance. 
 
 Stnijalli. 
 Father shall we slay ? 
 
 Bill ALL 
 What is the color of the men ? 
 
 SiNBALLI. 
 
 What is their color. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Slay not! Four suns since, was the word brought to me from She-who- 
 must-be-obeyed, white men come, slay them not. Let them be brought to 
 the land of She-who-must-be-ol3eyed. Bring forth the men ! They arc 
 led C. Billot i comes dovn. 
 
 Leo. 
 What on eartli is up ? 
 
 Job. 
 Oh, Lord Sir, here's a rum go ! 
 
 Tim. 
 We're in for it Job: We'll lie roasted, baked and boiled and served up for 
 their diruier before an hour. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Are they secure ? 
 
 SlNB.\LLI. 
 
 Tliey are fatlicr. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 TJicn bring tliat whigh is made readj^ for them. Four of the mm gooff 
 
 It. tJ. E. And take all there is in the thing tJiat floats. Others tah' guns ttags 
 
 aud all the plnnder from boat. To Horace. Wherefore comest thou into tlic 
 
 land, which scarce an alien foot has pressed from the time that man knowetli ? 
 
 Horace. 
 
 We come to find new things my father. We have come up out of tlie Sea 
 to know tliat which is unknown. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Ilmnph ! — You must go before She-who-must-lie-obeyed. 
 
 Horace. 
 Who is Siie-who-must-be-obeyed ? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Surely, my stranger son, thou wilt learn soon enougli if it be licr pleasure 
 to see thee at all in the tlesh. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 In the tlesh? What may my father vvisii to convey ? liiliali loughs l:non-- 
 iiiijlij. 'W'lial IS tiic name of thy people, father? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Amaliagger, peoi»lc of tiic rocks. 
 
 Horace. 
 Startled. And if a Son might ask, what is the name of my fatlier ? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 My name is Billali. 
 
 Tl.M. 
 
 Do you hear tliat Job? His name is Ballally. 
 
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 .Tor. 
 Ife lookti as if Jiis name was BiUygoat. 
 
 IIOHACE. 
 
 And wliitluT will you take us? 
 
 BiLLALl. 
 
 Tliou shalt soon see. To sentinel on rock. Let our women bo called. The 
 seidintl disappears. We liave a custom that if any of our women kiss a man 
 and he returns it, they are at once proclaimed maii/ and wife. Some of the 
 women may wish to espouse you, though I fear my son you will not be favored 
 for you are very ugly; very ugly. 
 
 1 Toll ACE. 
 
 My father speaks the tr\illi. but my face is not an index to my heart. 
 
 BlI.LALI. 
 
 No, for were it so, thou wouldst be, in trutli, only a Babuou. 
 
 Tim. 
 Oh, murder-in-Irish, do you liear that? A Baboon I 
 The sentinel returns to his post on rock. 
 
 Sentinel, — Simjs. 
 They come, they come, the women of Amahaj<ger. 
 They come, they come, from out the caves of Kor. 
 
 Chorus of Women. — Outside R. U. E. 
 
 We come, we come, the women of Amuhagger. 
 
 We come, we come, from out the caves of Kor. 
 
 Solo. — Sentinel. 
 
 Tliey come to see the strangers, the darhig white-faced strangers 
 
 Who drifted on the waters to the land of Amahagger. 
 
 Solo. — BiLLALI. 
 
 Tliese men from out the ocean, have made a great commotion, 
 By drifting on the waters to the land of Amahagger. 
 liect. — Sentinel. 
 They come, they come, tliey come. 
 
 Knh-r all Ihe iroiiien sinfjinfj chorus. 
 
 Chorus. 
 From over the sea, frorh over tlie sea. 
 To this wild land of an ancient race. 
 Where the f(jot of a stranger seldom pressed. 
 And the white man hatli seldom shown liis laee. 
 These wanderers came in their fi-agile liai-k. 
 And the women of Kor now l)id them liail : 
 Here in our caves tliey will find rest. 
 No more on tlie wave of the sea they'll sail. 
 Hail, all hail : to the white faced strangers. 
 We give all hail. 
 
 Theij (juther round Horace, Leo, Tim. and Joh. and exauiiue them curiously. 
 
 Tim. 
 Oh, mille nmrdher, look at the purty craytures. Look at that kinky headed 
 little Leprochen, she's got her eye on me. He nods toward Ililiya. Tare-an- 
 ages! if she'd only kiss mo now. 
 
 .loi;. 
 You've got no decency, Tim. AVhy, they's Blackamoors. 
 
 Tim. 
 To )je sure they're a little otf color, but it's only sunburned tlicy are. And 
 how pnrty they are dressed. 
 
 Job. 
 The brazen huzzies, they's got next to nothing on 'em. Tlie ivonien jiay 
 particular aitenlion to Leo, he raises his hat to llieui and hows, and xuhen they see 
 his yellow, curling hair, they show their delight hy clapping their hands, laughing, 
 and all exclaim 
 
 Women. 
 Soli ! Soli ! Soli ! Ustane advances and caresses his hair. Symphony is 
 played. 
 
A't.vses him. 
 
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 Song. — UsTANK. 
 
 My eyes behold tlie ffloi-y, 
 Of thy golden, sunny luii)-. 
 Like the spirit of my drctiininji:. 
 Thou'rt come, so l)iii;ht and fair : 
 Thou dost fill my smd with pleasure 
 And mv virgin heart witli liliss. 
 And I claim thee, for I love thee. 
 With a maiden's first fond kiss. 
 Yes. 1 claim thee, for I love thee. 
 With a maiden's first fond kiss. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Soli: Soli! Soli: Golden hair. 
 
 soli : Soli : Soli ! Bright and fair. 
 
 Thou hast filled her soul with pleasure. 
 
 And her vii-gin heart with bliss. 
 
 If you love as she doth love thee, 
 
 lleturn the maiden's kiss. 
 
 If you love as she doth love thee, , 
 
 Return the maiden's kiss. 
 
 lit kingtn her. Thai all exclaim 
 
 .\\A.. 
 
 Soli! Soli! Soli! ihlphliuhdrlightnllij. 
 Jo I!. 
 
 The huzzy. And Mr. Loo ought to Ije ashunicd of himself, kissing u wench 
 like that. 
 
 Tl.M. 
 
 (Jo 'long, you "aumadhaun!" vvhere's the harm. 1 vv^ish little Fizzle Top, 
 (indicating HUiya) yonder, would serve me the same way. Tht women advance 
 and examine Horace and turn avjay from him in turn and exclaim, '•bahoon!'' 
 Horace looks disgusted. ''By-jilay is introduced here." Hiliya has found Tim. 
 
 HlLIYA. 
 
 {Claps her hands and dances deligtedly. Throws lier arms abjid his neck and 
 Icisseshvm.) Soli! Soli! Soli! 
 
 Tl.M. 
 
 {Kissing her raptiiroasly.) So, my little brown sparrow you had yer eye on 
 me all the time. 
 
 IllLIVA. 
 
 {Same bus. as befov'.) Soli! Soli! Soli! 
 
 Jol!. 
 
 I never see such shanifacedness. I wish I was safe away from these minxes. 
 {He starts to go up C, is met by JJityesha, ivho catches him and tries to kiss him.) 
 Be off with you ! (let away you minx. Shores her off to Bilkdi and othery. 
 who are laughing at him. Beg your pardon, gentlemen, I'm sure I haven't 
 eiicouraged her. {She grabs him and kis.ses him.) Take'er awaj'^ ! 'Old 'er. 
 Mister Holley, please 'old 'er, sir. I can't stand it indeed I can't. {Tliey ail 
 laugh. The old woman is very angry.) This has never happened to me before, 
 gentlemen, never! There's nothing against my character. {They all laugh 
 ejxept Dilgeshd, loho is violenthj agitated and snarls at Job, who shrinks from, 
 her. Site retires tiji.) 
 
 BlLtiAIJ. 
 
 (Jomc, my children, we nuist be going. SHE-vvho-miisl-bc-obcyed expects 
 us. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 Pardon tne. father, Init as 1 understand SnE-who-nmst-bc-obeyed lives far 
 from here, how could she have known of our approach? 
 
 BiLr.Ai.1. 
 (Mysteriously.) Are there none in your land who can see without eyes and 
 hear without ears? Ask no questions. She knew. 
 Horace, 
 And why has she scut for us? 
 
BlLI.ALI. 
 
 That, you will learii from her ow n lips; but know, my son, the Baboon, 
 dunng my grandmother's life and my mother's life, and my own, every stranger 
 visiting these shores has been put to death, without mercy, by order of She, 
 herself. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 Why how ean that be? You are an old man, and tlie time you talk of 
 reaches back three men's lives: how, then, could She have ordered the death of 
 anybody at the beginning of the life of your grandmother, seeing that She, 
 herself could not have been? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Oh! my son, the Baboon, there are many strange things in the land of the 
 
 Amahagger. It is not for me to explain, but for She who dies not. SiiE-who 
 
 must-be-obeyed. (Ca?^.v.) Advance! Tivo Palaiuiuins are hroughi forivurd, O. 
 
 Rect. Sentinel. 
 
 {Still OIL rock.) SnE-who-must-ever-be-obeyed commands the stranger.-^ 
 
 presence. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Sii E- who-must-ever-be-obeyed 
 Commands the strangers' presence. 
 
 Solo — FSTANE. 
 
 Thy love hath waked my sleeping heart 
 
 Like new life dawning o'er me ; 
 Where e'er I turn mine eyes thou art, 
 
 All light and love before me ; 
 None else can have a charm for me, — 
 
 All other bonds we'll sever ; 
 Thee for me and I for thee,— 
 
 We'll live and love for ever. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 They'll live and love for ever : 
 
 They'll live and love for ever ! 
 
 She for him and he for her,— 
 
 They'll live and love for ever I 
 
 Solo— Leo. 
 
 Yes. I will love thee.— faithfully love thee : 
 
 Ever and always I will be true ! 
 My heart is a temple.— I will enshrine thee. 
 
 And worship iion<' other, dear Ustane, but you. 
 
 (SWO — USTANE. 
 
 Thou art my chosen, thou art my chosen,— 
 
 Ever and always I will be true : 
 My shrine is thy love, — I'll worship for ever. 
 Content with a smile if that smile comes from you. 
 
 Choims. 
 
 They'll live and love for ever 1 
 
 They'll live and love for ever ! 
 
 She for him and he for her,— 
 
 They'll hve and love for ever 1 
 
 Till' Chorus is repealed. During chorus Leo and Horace have seated them- 
 selves in pmnriquin.'^, and are borne off, foUoiued by all, sinrjimj chorics. When 
 all well off 
 
 CHANGE I L— Scene 2. 
 
 Interior of a rmj ijlnninij rare Enter Sinuali,! mid Dilyesha, hearing a large 
 wixidrii tnni' siiiiiliir In II hiifrh, r's Iriiij, irith tain hmij inm pinn-rs, a number 
 of lar.jr l:i,'ir,:s. und ir,,o<l i,>r lirr. A ijos-rninirrliuii is iirniiHird, C, to be lit. 
 Also, lacopodium to produce flames ivlieii desired. They put hay back of yas- 
 fixtiire, a large earthen pot. 
 
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 SiNBALLI. 
 
 If we do this thing, art sure, Dilyesha, tliat »s7(e will not be angered? 
 
 DlLYESUA. 
 
 Docs She not always condemn strangers to death ? 
 
 SiNBALLI. 
 
 Yes, but our father Billali hath orders to spare these because they are 
 white. 
 
 Dilyesha. 
 
 The orders were to spare the Baboon and tlie Lion, the pig and tlie goat 
 were not mentioned. The pig scorned my kiss and I hunger lor his flesh. 
 We will hold our feast and Jiot-pot him Simballi. 
 
 SiMBiULLI. 
 
 But our father Billali will not consent. 
 
 Dilyesha. 
 
 Billali has been summoned by She-who-raust-be-obeyed. We can hot- 
 pot the pig before he returns. The pig is only a slave and the Baboon is 
 his master. P]verything is prepared, you light the Are, heat the pot and 1 
 will call them to the feast. Going R. I E. 
 
 SiNBALLI. 
 
 Be it as you wish, l)ut if evil comes of it you will have to answer. 
 
 Dilyesha. 
 I will answer for it. The pig spurned Dilyesha and our household will 
 feast upon his flesh. He he he ! the pig shall roast, the pig shall roast. 
 ExitB I.E. Sinhalliliqlds fire by .sfrihng sfone on 2>inrer.s. A sort of harharic 
 niusir in unarli hin.' )-s phnjal All thr A lunhfuj.jrr r.rrrpl r'.stone and Hiliiia 
 ,,ltrr ,n„l loini sru'lrlu-h minnllin. Lm ,i „l 1 Inrar, ,il oiirnul „n<l Tim aiul 
 Joh al Ihr ullirr ru:l n, rnr/r Jhlijr.siia si/s had: ni Jul, hnAnuj r, rij sinisH: 
 TlM. 
 
 What sort of a laste is this Job? sure there is nothing at all to ato. 
 Sinballi passes knives to Aiiiahagger. But, they've got murdheriu big knives to 
 cut it with anyhow. 
 
 Jon. 
 
 I begins to feel uneasy, Tim. Maybe as how they's going to cut us hup and 
 
 heat us. 
 
 Tim. 
 
 Divil trust them Look at that butcher's tray, and the big knives. Bad 
 luck to me, but I believe its a slaughter house and a cook shop combined. 
 An earthen jar, containing liquid, is pa.ssed arownd, and as each one drinks he 
 Expresses his apipreciation by a gutteral Ugh ! There must be some good lush in 
 that Jug, by the way they grunt over it. Delyesha fondles Job. 
 Dilyesha. 
 
 My pig, my pig, my chosen pig! {Embracing him). 
 Job. 
 
 What's hup now? {Jumps up).) Bless us and save us, 'ere you arc again. 
 {Throios her off.) She's always after me. {To the Aviahagger.) Begs yer par- 
 don, gentlemen, but it's not my fault. I never encouraged 'er has you all can 
 
 witness. 
 
 Amahagger. 
 
 Ugh! 
 
 Job. 
 (Sits.) The}' gives me the creeps, the whole lot of 'em, and that's a fact. 
 
 Tim. 
 Why don't you kiss the ouldcrayture and make her happy. 
 
 Job. 
 Kiss that female gorilla? 
 
 . Tim. 
 To be sure. If ghe was the divil's graodmother I'd kiss her, if only to make 
 friends with her. 
 
Jon. 
 Yuii've got no decency, Tim, or yon wouldn't talk like that. 
 
 Horace. 
 {To Leo.) I don't at all like the looks of things, but I suppose we must face 
 it out. Have you got your pistols? 
 
 Leo. 
 No, only my hunting knife, though that's big enough, surely. {Symphony 
 j,/aynl. 
 
 Chorus Amahagger. 
 We are called t(i the feast, but there's nothiiii? to eat. 
 Who is there liere to provide us with meat. 
 
 Solo. — DiLYESHA. ' 
 
 I have provided the meat and the pot, 
 
 'Twill be served when desred, all .juicy and hot. 
 
 Beet. SiNBALLI. 
 
 Where istlie flesh that wc shall eat? 
 
 Berf. — Amahagger. 
 The llcsh will come, the Hesh will come. 
 
 Bcii. SiNBALLI. 
 
 Is it the Hesh of a goat ? ■ 
 
 Bed. — Amahaggee. 
 
 It is a goat without horns, and more than a goat, and we shall slay it. 
 {They all turn half round, lift up their spears with tlie right hand and imt 
 litem kick. Simullaneous action. Music to suit action. 
 
 Beet. — SiNBALLI. 
 
 Is it the flesh ol an ox ? 
 
 Beet. — Amahagger. 
 It is an ox without horns, and more than an ox, and wc shall slay it. {Same 
 action as he/ore, tvith music.) 
 
 Beet. — SiNBALLI. 
 Is the meat ready to be cooked ? 
 
 Bed. — Amahagger. 
 It is ready ! It is ready ! It is readjM 
 
 Bed.—Si'snAhi.i. 
 Is the pot hot to cook the flesh? 
 
 Bed. — Amahagger. 
 It is hot! It is hot! {Great rumhling mu,sic.) 
 
 Leo. 
 
 {Jumping up.) Great heavens! The people who put pots upon the heads 
 of strangers! 
 
 (horns. — Amahagger'. 
 
 We are ready for the feast. 
 We are ready for the feast, 
 Let the soat, let the ox. 
 
 Be made ready for the pot : 
 We are ready for the feast. 
 We are ready for the feast. 
 Cook the flesh, cook the flesh. 
 
 And we'll eat it while it's hot I 
 
 Music hurries, and is kept up fill Billali speaks. Tioo of the Amahagger 
 Juvip up. si ize jH'iicers, fake jiaf fmin Jirr. Dilyesiia jiroduces a fiber noose ayid 
 jiiuions -ToB, Willi is dragiji'il r. inn/ Hi,- nini irit], ih,- put are ahoul to place it on 
 his head, when Horace _///rx pisinl. i hi, m ih,i Aniaha<iger falls, li&o jumps 
 forward and cuts the noose that hinds Jon. SiNBALLI levels spear at Leo. Tim 
 jumps between them, and wrests spiear from the Amahagger. Horace is fighting 
 L, until others. 
 
 SiNBALLI. 
 
 A spear! — a spear! — to cut his throat! {Another Amahagger is about to 
 
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 plunge his spear into Leo, luJio has been forced on his knees hy mimbers. while 
 Tim and Job are fighting 7t'ith others. Ustane, followed by Hiliya, enter. 
 UsTANE throws herself prostrate on Leo, who is doivn. Hiliya helps Tim. 
 Drive the spear through them botli! As the man has his spear raised to obey, 
 BiLLALi enters R, e. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Cease! {Tlie Amahagger all di'op their spears, and stand docile and inactive.) 
 Ye dogs! "Why am I disobeyed? Take that hyena with you, and begone, all 
 of 3'ou! {They take off the dead man, and all the projierties as they e.rit.) 
 
 Horace. 
 You came in time, ray fatlier, or we should have been slain. (Ustane has 
 raised Leo, wfio /ms been wounded.) See, my young friend is wounded. [Assists 
 U^STANE to bring Leo down.) My poor boy ! Arc you much hurt, Leo ? 
 Leo. 
 No, avuncular, only the prod of a spear in the shoulder. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Fear not, my son; vengeance shall be taken on the dogs such as would make 
 the flfesh twist upon the bones merely to hear it. To She they shall go, and 
 her vengeance shall he worthy of her greatness. 
 
 HOKACE. 
 
 What was their design, good father ? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Thou seest, my son, here there is a custom that if a stranger comes into the 
 country he may be slain by the '' hot-pot " and eaten. 
 Leo. 
 It is hospitality turned upside down. In our country they entertinn stran- 
 gers and give them food to eat. 
 
 Tim. 
 And here, fead luck to 'em, they ate the strangers and arc entertained. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 It's a custom. I think it an evil one. I don't like the taste of strangers 
 after they have wandered through the swamps and lived on wild food. 
 Tim. 
 Do you mind that. Job ? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 But your servant the Pig, being plump and tender-looking, and these being 
 hyenas, they lusted for his flesh, and the woman whom he refused to kiss, put 
 it into their evil hearts to hot-pot him. Well, they will have their reward. 
 Better had they never seen the light than stand before She in her terrible 
 anger. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 When will we be brought Iwfore She-who-must-be-obeyed? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 In an hour my son, and I hope She will spare 3'ou. Looking intently at 
 Horace. You are very ugly — ugly as the Lion is beautiful — a very baboon in 
 looks, but I like you. 
 
 Horace. 
 I thank you, my father: but see, my young friend suffers and needs attention 
 
 Leo. 
 Tis nothing avancular— a mere scratch, not worth mentioning. 
 
 HOEACB. 
 
 I fear it is more serious than you would have us believe. 
 
 BiLLATJ. 
 
 Let your servant, the pig and the goat come with me and I will prepare a 
 resting place for the Lion. 
 
 Jon. 
 I'd rather stay here, if it's all the same to you Mr. Billygoat. 
 
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 Tim. 
 idorrerting him Ball Ally, yc aiimadhaun ! 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 My name is Billali, my son. Dont be alarmed my pig. The pot is cold and 
 there's no danger, follow me with the goat. Exit R. I. E. 
 Tim. 
 
 Come on Job, sure the goat will stand by the pig while there's a puck left 
 in him. Exit loith Job. 
 
 HOKA.CE. 
 
 I will see to it myself Leo. — Exit I. E. E. 
 
 USTANE. 
 
 Had they killed you my chosen, Ustane would have died too. 
 
 Leo. 
 Then you love me truely, Ustane ? 
 
 USTANB 
 
 Truely ! Oh, how truely my Lion. I know that my love will bring me 
 death, yet I truly love. I know ihat one more powerful than I will lead thee 
 from me, yet I truly love. Oh, my Leo, my Lion, often before you came here 
 have I dreamed of thee and seen thee as a vision in my sleep. 
 Leo. 
 
 Is it possible, Ustane, that you could have dreamed of me whom you had 
 never seen ? 
 
 Ustane. 
 
 Oh, yes ! You are no stranger to me. Often have you come to me when 
 my heart yearned for my chosen. I have closed my eyes that my soul might 
 see more clearly; then have I beheld thee even as thou art, strong, noble and 
 beautiful. She closes her eyes and assumes a trancelike attitude,- It seems that 
 T have always loved thee. She presses his head hetvjeen her Jiamds and, 1,-isses 
 him 1)11 forehead. The symphony of song is played during action. 
 
 Song. — Ustane. 
 Thou art my chosen one, long have I waited for tliee. 
 Thou who art beautiful, strong and so fair; 
 I will now liold the feast, lest harru should come to thee. 
 And (■(A-erthy golden head with my raven hair: 
 But tinu' is in hilmr witli a most evil day 
 She who is stronger tliau mortal may be, 
 She who is fairer, Shh who's more Ijeatiful; 
 Oh. my beloved. She'll turn thee from me. 
 
 She with a look can harm. 
 
 She with a smile can chaim. 
 Oh, my beloved She 'li, turn thee from me, 
 
 The music continues. Ustane appears io he in a trance. S^teaks tlirough- 
 music. 
 
 Look! Look! She is there. She beckons to my beloved. He follows her 
 into the darkness. My ej^es can see no more. {Trembles and screams, Lost! 
 L osi, Ustane! She shudders convulsively ant/ falls, overpowered by her terrible 
 emotion. Leo bends over her and raises her in his arms. 
 Leo. 
 LTstane! Ustane! "What is it? Speak to me. 
 
 Ustane. 
 Revieiving. Ah, m}' Leon, my chosen you are here ! 
 
 Leo. 
 Yes, Ustane. What is the matter? What have you seen! 
 
 Ustane. 
 Assisted bij I^eo, she rises. Naj', my chosen. I did but sing unto thee 
 after the fasiiicn of my people. Surely I saw nothing. How could I see that 
 which is not yet? {Smiiingly.) 
 
 Leo. 
 But you surely saw something, Ustane ? 
 
USTANE. 
 
 Nay, ask rae not. Why should^ I fright you? {Lookft tendnrhj at hhn.) 
 "When I am gone Irom thee, my chosen, when at night thou stretfhest out 
 thine hand and cannot find me, then tliou wilt think of me; for in truth I love 
 thee well, thougli I be not fit to wash thy feet. Now let us love and take 
 that which is given ns and be happy, for in the grave (shudders) there is no 
 love and no warmth, norany touching of the lips, nothing perhaps or perchance 
 but bitier memories of what might have been. To-night the hours are our own 
 how know we to whom they may belong to-morrow. 
 
 Son//. USTANE. 
 
 To-night the tide of youthful life 
 Withhi our veins is flowing; 
 To-night our liearts are warm and light 
 With love's sweet passion glowing. 
 But all this warmth of life and love 
 May quickly change to sorrow; 
 The arms that twine, the lips that press. 
 Are cold in death to-morrow. 
 
 Together. 
 Are cold in death to-morrow: 
 The arms that twine, the lips that pre>is, 
 Are cold in death to-morrow. 
 
 /So?0,— USTANE. 
 
 To-night we live, to-night we love, 
 
 Without a care distressing; 
 
 Our lips will meet, our arms will twine. 
 
 In lover's fond caressing, 
 
 Tho' death be nigh, we'll heed him not. 
 
 Together. 
 Nor one black plume we'll borrow. 
 We'll taste the cup of bliss to-night, 
 Tho' cold in death to-morrow. 
 Theij exit R. I. E. 
 
 CHANGE.— Scene 3. 
 laterior of qorgeMusly decora Led cave. Statues of Egyptian design ornament the 
 wall-. 'Lamps of anrimi paf/nn or. snspnnlrd frvm llw r.niug. An arched 
 '• opening C, with Anihim, cnhn,,.^. T,r,, pri^mntic ,nin,biins. m,.' nn ' ither 
 side of opening. A ra/s.-d. dins or plntfimi m scdptm-rd stvuc Intrk ,,j vprniug 
 C. The other features of this scene lOill he expjlaiued. At cliangt'o march is 
 played and the Amahagger enter. Ballet and Chorus. 
 Chorus. 
 
 Hiya comes, Hiya comes, Hiya of the mighty hand, 
 Hiya of the power divine. Iliya beautiful and grand. 
 She whose eves the liahtnings dart, 
 She so fair mikI vK s.. dread, 
 She who rulrth all that lives. 
 She who nik'tii all that's dead. 
 
 Hiya comes, Hiya monies. She wVio with a look can slay. 
 She who, radiant as the sun, She who over life holds sway. 
 Hiya comes, Hiya comes, Iliya who must l)e obeyed, 
 Hiya comes, Hiya comes, in majesty and power arrayed. 
 The recess or opening at back is illuminated, the mrtains are drawn aside and 
 Aye-iha is discorered. Music to suit action. 
 
 aSo/O— BiLLALI. 
 
 Hail to Ayesha, powerful queen. 
 
 Prostrate at thy feet we fall, , 
 
 (Salaams very low .) 
 Thv slaves in supplication bow 
 
 To her who ruleth over all. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Hail to Ayesha. powerful queen. 
 Prostrate at thy feet we fall, 
 
 I All .wlaam rcry loir.) 
 Thy slav<?s in suplication bow 
 To her who ruleth over all. 
 
 (.Ill ■-■idiKini. ((ml riiriain hoircil.) 
 
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 Solo— Ayssha. 
 
 For full two thousand years and more 
 
 I've lived, with power and strength to see 
 The wondrous phases of the world. 
 
 Where all is changed save only me. 
 I've lingered on from age to age, 
 
 And marked great kings and empires fall ; 
 Tliough old still young and beautiful, 
 
 I'm (lueen and ruler over all. 
 
 Chorus. 
 She's lingered on from age to age. 
 And marked great kings and empires fall, 
 Though old still young and beautiful. 
 She's queen and ruler over all. 
 
 Ayksjia. 
 [Tu HoR.vCE, irJtti luLS been brought in by Bellali.) Stranger, why art thou 
 so much afraid? Is there that about me that should afright a man? 
 Horace, l. 
 It is thy beauty that makes me fear, oh (^ueen. 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 {Aside to Horace.) Good, my Baboon, good! She's a great queen, but 
 still a woman. 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Tell me how came you hither to this land of dwellers among caves? — a land 
 of evil things and dead old shadows of the dead? 
 Horace. 
 We come, oh queen, to learn the things that are unknown. 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Chcapl)'^ ye hold your lives to place them in the hollow of tJie hand of Hiya 
 — into the hand of She - who - must - 1)e - obeyed. 
 Horace. 
 We trust our lives to thee, knowing that cruelty cannot dwell iu the heart 
 of one so beautiful. 
 
 BlLLALI. 
 
 (Aside to Horace.) Hood, ray Baboon, good! 
 Ayesha. 
 
 I see that men still know how to beguile us woraou with lalse words. Thou 
 seest I dwell among the caves and the dead. Little know I of the affairs of 
 man, nor have I cared to know. I have lived, oh stranger, with my mem- 
 ories, and my memories are in the grave that my own hands hollowed. (These 
 ivords are spoken with much feeling. Then sudde)dij seeing Billali, and very 
 harshly.) Ah, thou art there, old man! How is it that my guests were set 
 upon, and one was nigh being slain by the " hot pot," to be eaten by these 
 brutes, thy children? What have you to say that I should not give you over 
 to those who execute my vengeance? 
 
 BiLLALI. 
 
 Oh, Hiya! Oh, She! As thou art great, be merciful, for I am now, as 
 ever, thy'servaut to obey. Those evil ones went mad with the lust of blood. 
 I have ordered them here, to be judged of thy greatness. 
 Ayesiia. 
 
 I will do justice upon them to-morrow. And as for thee, I forgive thee, 
 though hardly. See that thou dost keep thy household better. Go! (JIusic. 
 BiLLiLA and all but Horace and Ayesha march of, after salaaming three times. 
 To Horace.) Stranger, how do they call thee? 
 Horace. 
 
 Your servant, Billali. calls me Baboon. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Laughing. Xy, I see ! that is the fashion of these savages, who lack 
 magination, and fly to the beasts they resemble for a name. How do they 
 all thee in thine own country ? 
 
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 Horace. 
 They call me Holly, oh, queen. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Holly ! and what is Holly ? 
 
 Horace. 
 Holly is a prickly tree. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 So ! Well, thou hast a prickly and yet a tree-liku look. Thou art very 
 uglj" but if ray wisdom be not at fault thou art honest at the core. She comcti 
 down. Be seated here by me ! Two stone .leats C. He hesitates. At present thou 
 hast no cause to fear me. If thou hast cause thou shalt not fear long for I 
 shall slay tliee. Therefore let thy heart be light — Horace and Ayesha sit. 
 now Holly, liow comest, thou to speak Arabic ? It is my own dear tongue — 
 for Arabian I am by birth. 
 
 HORACF. 
 
 I have studied it for many years. It is spoken in Egypt and elsewhere. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 So. there is still an Kgypt ? And what Pliaraoh sits upon the throne ? Still 
 one of the spawn of the Persian Ochus, or are the Archaemenians gone ? 
 Horace. 
 The Persians have been gone from Kgypt for nigh two thousand years, and 
 since then the Ptolemys, the Romans and many others have Hourished, and 
 held sway upon tiie Nile. But what can you know of the Persian Artaxerxes? 
 Ayesha. 
 Laughs knowinijhj . Anddreece — is tiiere still a Greece ? Ah, I loved the 
 (Ireeks. Beautiiul were they as the dav, and clever — but fierce at heart and 
 fickle. 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes. there is still a Greece, but only a mockery of the (irecce tliat was. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 And the Hebrews, are they yet at Jerusalem ? 
 
 Horace. 
 The .Jews are broken and scattered, and Jerusalem is no more. The 
 Romans burned it and the Roman eagles flew across its ruins. 
 Ayesha. 
 So, So ! Muslnrjhj, Tliey were a great people, those Romans. But of these 
 .lews — they called me heathen when I would have tauglit them philosophy, 
 bid their Messiah come ? 
 
 Horace. 
 Pardon me, oh Queen, but I'm bewildered. Xeaily two thousand years have 
 rolled across the earth since the Jewisli Messiah hung upon his cross at Gol- 
 lotha. How, then could you have taught the Jews pliilosophy, before he 
 came? You are a woman and not a spirit. How can a woman live two 
 housand years. 
 
 Ayeuaa 
 Dost thou believe that all things die? I tell thee that nothing really dies — 
 there is no such thing as deatli, though there is a thing called change. See! 
 {pointivfj to stone imaijes.) Three times two thousand years have passed since 
 the last of the great race that hewed those pictures fell before the breath of 
 the pestilence; yet, are the}- not dead. Kven now they live; perchance their 
 very spirits are drawn toward us now. {S!in/s h<-r ei/es-.) My ej'cs can see 
 them. {Pan.'ie.) 
 
 Horace. 
 But to the world they are dead. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 
 Ay, for a time, but even to the world will they be bom again and again. 1 
 
 say to thee that I wait now for one I loved, to be born again; knowing of n 
 
 surety that he will come. Why is it that I who am all powerful — I whose 
 
 loveliness is greater than the grecian Helen's and whose wisdom is greater 
 
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 than Solomon, the Wise — I who have overcome the change, called death 
 
 why, I say, do I herd here with barbarians lower than tlie beasts? 
 
 Horace. 
 I know not. 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Because I wait for him I love, lie whom I slew in my passion, but who ol' 
 a surety will be born again, and then following a law stronger than any hini'ian 
 plan he will find me here and his heart will soften towards me thougli I sinned 
 against him, and he will love me for my beauty's sake. 
 
 Horace. 
 But even if men are born again and again, it is not so witli you, if you speak 
 truly, (slm looks sharply at Mm), for you have never died. 
 
 AVESIIA. 
 
 'Tis so, and so it is, because I have solved one of the great secrets of the 
 world. You know that life is, why, therefore should not life be lengthened 
 for awhile. {Rising.) Another time I will tell thee more if the mood be on 
 me; though, perchance, I will never speak of it again. (Comes dovm.) Dost 
 wonder how I knew you were coming, and so saved you from the hot-pot ? 
 Horace. 
 {Down.) Ay, oh Queen! I do not understand. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 {She makes a coniuring motion, with her hands.) Thou gaze! (^-1 pidufe of 
 Leo, with face averted. Tim and Job's faces seen, and Horace' s face not seen, are 
 in whale boat.) "The Working of this will be Explained.'' 
 Horace. 
 This is magic. 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 No, it is no magic, that is a fiction of ignorance. Tlicre is no such thing as 
 magic, though there is such a thing as a knowledge of tlie secrets of nature. 
 See ! {Same motions, and a number of pictures apjiear, /r/iir/i n-ill l>e nrram/ed 
 tig the Stage Manager.) Now, tell me of this youth, this Lion, as iJillali calls 
 him. His back is always to me. I have not seen his face. He was wounded 
 I beheve? 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes, and I fear dangerously. Cans't thou do nothing for him, oh ! C,)ueen, 
 who knowest so much ? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 1 can cure him. {Thoughtfully.) Who nurses him '/ 
 
 Horace. 
 Our servants and a woman of this country called Ustane, who kissed him 
 when first she saw him, and hath stayed by him ever since. 
 Ayesha. 
 Ustane ? {Musing.) I wonder if it be she against whom I was warned ? 
 Stay! {, Same motion, the form of Ustane is seen bending over Leo, on couch.) 
 Is that the woman ? 
 
 Horace. 
 The same. She watches Leo asleep. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 {Motions, 'picture vanishes.) Leo ? That is Lion in the Latin tongue, {aside) 
 But this Ustane, how like to Amenartes, the cursed Egyptian. It's very 
 strange, very. {Quicklg.) Hast thou aught to ask of me before thou goest, 
 oh, my Holly ? 
 
 Horace. 
 Yes, one thing. I would gaze upon thy face. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 {Laughing.) Thou knowest the old myth of the Gods of Greece ? There 
 was one Actseon who perished because he looked on too much beauty. If t 
 
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 show 3'ou my face perchance thou wilt perish also, tor know, Iain not for thee. 
 I am lor no man, save one, who hath been, but is not yet. 
 Horace. 
 
 I fear not thy beauty. I have put my heart away from such vanitie.s as 
 woman's loveliness, that passes like a flower. 
 Ayesiia. 
 
 13utmy beauty endures even as I endure. Never, may the man to whom 
 my beauty hath' been enveiled, put it from his mind. Tlierefore, I hide my 
 lace. You are warned. Wilt thou see. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 1 will. Ayef<ha lets tJn- ontef ijurmenf drop Jioiii ln-i- prison. r<fCi-alin<j >li>.s<^ 
 fitting garment of ivhite, her face arms and shoulders are lurre. The stage has 
 been darkened and caicium is thrown fnll upon her. 
 _ Ayesiia. 
 
 Behold me ! lovely as no woman was or is, undying and half devine. 
 Memory haunts me from age to age and passion leads me by the hand. Evil 
 have I done and with sorrow have I made aquaintance — and evil shall I do 
 and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes. Horace hides kis facf. 
 Rash man, like Acta-on thou hast had thy will, be careful lest like Actit-on 
 thou art not torn to peic8s by the ban-hounds of thine own passions. 
 Horace. 
 
 I look on beauty and I am blinded — Hides face. 
 Ayesha. 
 
 Beauty is like the lightning, it is bright Init it destroys, especially trees, 
 oil. Holly. Go now, and if thou canst, forget that thou hast looked upon 
 Ayesha's beauty. Horace reaches out hands to her. Go! repeat aciion. Go! 
 Horace exits R. I. E. Ayesha's has changed to a fury. Who is this Ustane, so 
 like the Egyptian Amenattes ? Curse her, may she be everlastmgly accursed ! 
 Accursed be the memory of the Egyptian ! Curse the fair daughter of the 
 Nile because of her beautv. Curse her, because her magic prevailed against 
 me. Curse her because she kept my beloved from me. She has been standing 
 lia.ck of fire and with every curse the fiame darts aji and subsides. J^"" The 
 WORKING OF THIS WILL ISE E.XPLAIXED. " Plaintively. I'ts no use- no 
 use — not even I can reach those that sleep ! With vehemtnce. Curse her when 
 she shall be born again — let her be born accursed — let her be utterh- accursed 
 from the hour of her birth until sleep tinds her. Then let her be accui>eil. 
 that I may overtake her with my vengeance. Plaintive, her Ibng black hair is 
 unbound and covers her as she sinks down, Trap. Oh, my love, my love, my 
 love ! If I have sinned against thee, have I not wiped away the sin ? When 
 wilt thou come back to me ? I who have all and yet without thee have 
 nothing, Oh, why could I not die with thee, I who slew thee. Alas, I 
 cannot die — Alas, Alas 1 Oh, Kallikrates I must look upon thy face again. 
 Ttie trap has risen and Leo as Kallikrates is on couch. " Will he explaixed.'- 
 She removes covering from Jiis face. It is a generation since I looked upon 
 thee whom I slew — slew with my own hand, and yet I loved thee — sobs. 
 
 Song. — Ay'Aesha. 
 My love, my love I am waiting. 
 Sighing, I wait for thee. 
 Tarry not long my sweetheart. 
 Tarry not long from me. 
 The tears from my eyes are falling 
 And sorrow my heart doth fill. 
 My love, my love, I am waiting, 
 Why dost thou linger still? 
 How long wilt thou keep me; waiting? 
 How long to endure this pain? ' 
 U hen will my eyes cease flowing? 
 When thou shalt come again. 
 My love, my love, I am sighing 
 Weeping 1 wait for thee. 
 My soul is beset with sorrow, 
 Till thou shalt come to nae, 
 
During symjihoiiy Iht^ roii.rh sinl's, ami Leo, under stage, sings. 
 Solo. — Leo. 
 
 Thine eyes are dim with weeping, 
 
 And thine heart is sore with pain. 
 
 For ages thon'st been waiting. 
 
 For one who will come again. 
 
 Who will oome ''rom out the shadows, 
 
 When the images of stone 
 
 Shall wake the cavern's echo 
 
 With a mighty living tone. 
 
 The stone images sing in cliorns. Wtll Be Explained. 
 
 Choiiis. 
 At conclusion of chorus. 
 
 Thine eyes are dim with weeping, etc., etc. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 The images of stone have roused tlie echoes with their voices — Kallikrates, 
 iny Kallilcrates, is born again, and lie will come to me. 
 
 OURTATX. 
 
ACT III. 
 
 '•THE RUINS OF KOR."— " THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH."— THE STATUE 
 OF "TRUTH STANDING ON THE WORLD."— EXPLANATION 
 WILL BE GIVEN. 
 
 {Enter Tim and Job, E. I. E.) 
 
 Tim. 
 This is where She howlds coort, and She '11 be liere piirty soon to sentence 
 the hot-pot divils that were goin' to ate yon, Job. 
 
 Job. 
 Oh, Lord! when I think of that, it gives me the creeps. I had a narrow 
 escape, Tim. 
 
 Tim. 
 Troth 3'ou did. But yon remember what ould Ballylally said? As liow 
 they didn't like the taste of strangers who kem through the swamps and lived 
 on wild fowl. Now, as you have been in the swamps and ate nothing but 
 wild fowl for the last ten days, shure you wouldn't stay long on their stom- 
 achs. You'd prove an emetic, my boy. 
 Job. 
 I believe I would enjoy being eaten 1)y them if I was sure of poisoning the 
 whole lot on 'em. But I don't care for that now. I can only think of poor 
 master Leo. I know he's going to die. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! To think of 
 his 'aving to die in this blasted barbarosity of a place. 
 Tim. 
 He's purty bad. Job; but Mister Holly says that 5^/ie will cure him. Do 
 you know, Job, {looks about) God be good to us! I hope she can't hear me! — 
 but I believe She 's a "Pisherogue," or a witch. 
 Job. 
 Worse nor that, Tim, — worse nor tliat! If She wur only a witch, I wouldn't 
 care; but I know She 's the devil hisself! 
 Tim. 
 The divil in petticoats, eh, Job? Shure the world is full of such purty 
 little divils, Job. 
 
 Job. 
 
 Yes, I know all women 'ave a little touch of the Old Boy in 'em; but this 
 
 'ere Sh« is the bony Jider Lucifer. Why, you can't turn round in these cursed 
 
 caves and 'oles but you're brought face to face with a corpse. {Suuddtrinrj.) 
 
 Oh, Lord! it gives me the shivers to think of it. Last night I 'ad a sight that 
 
 made my blood nearly freeze. I was standing at the opening of master Holly's 
 
 cave, when I saw more nor fifty of the beastly savages, each one carrying a 
 
 corpse. Thej' took 'em out a short distance and set 'em up like posts in the 
 
 ground and set fire to 'era, and they blazed and crackled as if they was stufted 
 
 with resin; and the savages howled and danced like himps of Beelzebub, and 
 
 some on 'em grabbed up arms and legs all ablaze and run like mad with them 
 
 'ere goulish torches. I never want to see such a sight again. 
 
 Tim. 
 
 Bless us and save us ! And what do you suppose they did that tor. Job? 
 
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 Jon. 
 Well, Mister Holly told me that these caves are full of human mummies, 
 and the material used in preparing them is very inflammable, and they burns 
 the mummies to give 'em light whenever they has a dance. Heavens! how 
 they roared and flared ! No tar-barrel could 'ave burned as them 'ere mum- 
 mies did. 
 
 Tim. 
 I wish we were safe out of this. Job. Shure I never heard of such diviltry. 
 It's a wonder the ghosts of these ould mummies don't haunt them? 
 
 Jon. 
 I'll tell you why, Tim. Because these beastly hyenas arc not human, and 
 ghosts has no power with 'em. A ghost is too respectable to appear to such 
 cannibals. They's muck, they is, and the muckiest kind of muck at that, A 
 wehd march is played. 
 
 Tim. 
 Whist! She's coming to hold coort. We'd better be oft' to Mister Leo, 
 Going L. I. E. 
 
 Job. 
 Yes, let's be hoft". I can't a-bear the beastly hot-]iotters. Exit Tim and 
 Job, L. I. E. Music ff. Enter Ayesha and Harare, /nlinvi'd /»/ male andfem.ale 
 Ainahagger. Ayesfui takes her place on dias at base of statue, Horace stands 
 beside her. A march and bcdlet is pierformed, at conchis/on Ayesha speaks. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Come hither Holly and sit liy me. Horace does so. Xow you will see me 
 do justice on those who would have slain thee. To Billali. Let them be 
 brought before me. Billali salaams and goes off R. I. E., folloived by si.c of the 
 guard. How didst thou sleep, ray Holly ? 
 
 Horace. 
 I slept not well, Oh, Ayesha. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Lan,g]dng. So? I, too, have not slept well. I dreamed ol one T hate &m\ 
 one I love. Billali and guard return with prisoners, viz.: SinbuUi, Abdaili, and 
 Dilyesha. The guards take their places, and the prisoners prostrate before 
 Ayesha. Nay, stand. The prisoners rise. Perchance the time will soon be 
 when you shall grow weary of bemg stretched. Laughs. Dost thou, my 
 guest, recognize tliese people. 
 
 HORACK. 
 
 I do, oh Queen. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Very sweetly. You have heard. What have you to say, ye rebellious ones, 
 why vengeance should not be done upon you ? 
 
 SiNBALLI. 
 
 Mercy, Hiya, mercy ! Let us be banished into the swamps to die, but give 
 us not to the infernal torture. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 
 With fury. Dogs and serpents ! Eaters of human flesh. Ye have dared 
 to disobey me. Did 1 not send my word unto ye hj Billali, my servant, and 
 the father of your houseliold ? Hath it not been tauglit ye from childhood 
 tliat the law of She is ever fixed law, and tliat he who breaketh it by so much 
 as one jot or tittle sliall perish? In defiance of my order j^e have attempted 
 to put my guests to death. Therefore I pronounce, that ye be taken to the 
 cave of torture and given over to my executioners to wreak my vengeance upon 
 ye, and that on the going down of to-morrow's sun, if any of ye remain alive, 
 ye shall suffer death l)y the hot-pot as you would have slam the servant of my 
 guest. 
 
 Prisoners. 
 
 Mercy, Mercy, Mercy! 
 
 Horace. 
 
 Oh. Queen, let me implore mercy for these people. 
 
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 Ayesha. 
 Nay, it cannot be. Billali, my word is spoken, let my doom be done. 
 Blllali salaams and tJie prisoners are conducted oJf\ followed hy the others in I'ro- 
 cession, with music. Here, oh Holly have I held my coiu't I'or over 2000 years 
 under this winged figure. Ste2->s down. Come, Holly, and see. Horace joins 
 her. The stage is darkened. The moon rises ahore the statue. Didst ever see 
 an image so entrancing and divine, illumined and shadowed by the soft li.oht 
 of the moon? 
 
 HORACK. 
 
 What does it represent ? 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Canst thou not guess ? where then is thy imagination. It is " truth stand- 
 ing on the world," calling to its children to unveil her face. 
 Horace. 
 It is a wonderful conception, a poet's dream of beauty frozen into stone. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 They were a great people, those ancients of Koi', they were an old people 
 before the Egyptians were, when first I saw these ruins, over two thousand 
 years ago, they were even as they are now. Judge of their age, therefore. 
 It is recorded on this slab, square slali at statue's base by Junis a priest of the 
 great Temple of Kor, what a cloud settled upon the great city in the year, 
 four thousand eight hundred and three, from its founding and out of the cloud 
 came a pestilence that destroyed all the people, the p.iince and the peasant 
 alike. 
 
 Horace. 
 And that accounts for the great number of dead found in the caves ? 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Yes, they embalmed their dead like the Egyptians but their art was more 
 perfect. Enter Joti very /iiwh I'.rrited, L. I. E. 
 Joii. 
 Oh, mister Holly, mister Holly — he be a-dyiu sir. i^ees Ayesha springs 
 hack frightened. Oh, lord ! what's that? 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Is tliat thy servant, and is that the way servants greet ladies in thy country. 
 
 Horace. 
 He is friglitened at thy garb, it hath a deathlike air. Ayesha Leuajhs. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Whj' has he come here ? 
 
 Horace. 
 He brings me word that my boy lies at the point of deatli. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 So 1 provided he be not dead, it is no matter, for I can restore him. Let 
 him be brought here at once! So say to my servant Billali. Joh goes of L. I. E. 
 Horace. 
 Had we better not go to him, oh Ayesha ? 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Xo. I have here that which will cure him. Fear not. your boy sliall not 
 die. {Producing earthen rial.) 
 
 HOliACE. 
 
 (lod grant it so: but what magic — 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 
 Magic ? Have I not told thee there is no such thing as magic? Tliongli 
 there is such a thing as understanding and applying the forces which arc in 
 nature. 
 
 Horace. 
 
 For twenty years Leo has been mv dearest companion and the one interest 
 of my existence, and here I've been lingering by your side while he lay dying, 
 and perhaps now it is too late. If so. I shall liate myself for the cursed sel- 
 fishness that kept me from him. 
 
Ayesha. 
 
 Doiiot blame thyself. A mono; men, the yeiy best are lighted down to 
 evil by the gleam of a wninaii's eyes. I was the cause, and I will recover 
 him. {A bier or stMilu i is Jirmujlit on, on which Leo is lijing, his face averted 
 from Ayesha. Ustane fvUnii-w mid takes her place near the bier. Aijesha seeinc/ 
 her.) Ah, the girl. It is she of whom thou didst speak to me. Bid her and 
 the rest depart. I love not that underlings should perceive my wisdom. 
 {Horace motions them off. I'hey all go excejtf Ustane. Horace touches her ori 
 shoulder and 2>oinis off'. 
 
 Ustane. 
 
 {SuUenli/.) What does she want ? 
 
 HOKArE. 
 
 Siio desires you to go. 
 
 USTA.VE. 
 
 It is surely the right of a wife to be near her husband when he dies. UJ. 
 motions.) Xay, I will not go, my Lord, the Baboon. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Why doth not the woman leave us ? 
 
 Horace. 
 She does not like to leave Leo. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 (Facing Ustane with fury and pointing off'.) Go ! Thou seest it time that 1 
 gave these people a lesson. The girl went nigh to disobeying ine. Now let 
 me see the youth. (She approaches Mer and Leo turns his fare towards her. 
 She staggers back with a scream. 
 
 Horace. 
 What is it, Ayesha ? Is he dead ? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 (Springing toward him. Willi, fury.) Thou dog! Why didst thou hide this 
 from me ? (Stretches out her arm toward him. Horace .^eems dazed.) 
 Horace. 
 What — what — is this — ? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 (Withdrawing her liand.) Ah, perchance thou didst not know. Learn, oh 
 Holly, there lies — there lies my lost Kallikrates. Kallikrates who has come 
 back to me at last, as I knew he would. ( Weeping, as she gazes on him.) Oh, 
 my Kallikrates! My love! Mj'love! 
 
 Horace. 
 Unless you help him quickly, your Kallikrates will be far beyond your 
 calling. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 True! (Starting quickly.) Oh, wliy did I not see him before? (Producing 
 terra cotta vial.) I am unnerved. My hand trembles, — even mine, — and yet 
 it is very easy. Here, Holly, take this vial and pour the liquid down his 
 throat. If will cure him, if he be not dead. Swift! swift! he dies! (Horace 
 administers medicine. Ayr.sJia. shows great agitation.) 
 
 HoKAfJE. 
 
 Is it too late? (Leo gives a long-drauni sigh.) Thou seest? 
 Ayesha. 
 
 I see he is saved ! Saved I One little moment more, and he had gone. 
 Gone! Gone! (Sobbing.) Forgive me. Holly. Forgive me for my weakness! 
 Thou seest, after all, I am only a woman. (Her manner is changed quickly.) 
 But this Ustane, — almost liad I forgotten her. What is she to Kallikrates? 
 His servant? 
 
 Horace. 
 
 I understand that she is wed to him, according to the custom of the Ama- 
 hagger. 
 
— 32 — 
 
 Ayesha. 
 AVliat ! Then there is an end ! She must die ! 
 
 Horace. 
 Xay! Xa}'! It would be a crime. And from crime nought comes but 
 evil. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Is it a crime to put away that which stands between us and our ends? 
 Then is our life one long crime, for day by day we destroy tliat we may live, 
 since in tiie world none but the strongest can endure. 
 Horace. 
 But thou hast said that each man should be a law unto himself and follow 
 the teachings of his own heart. Hast tln^ heart no mercy toward her whose 
 place thou wouldst take? Bethink thee! he, pointing to ieo, whom for two 
 thousand years thou hast waited for, has returned. AVilt thou celebrate his 
 coming by the murder of one who loved him ? Thou sayst also that ni the 
 past thou didst greivously wrong this man, that with thine own hand thou 
 didst slay him because of the Egyptian, Amenartes ? 
 Ayesha. 
 With, quick exritif III cut. How knowst thou that? IIow knowst thou tiiat 
 name? I never mentioned Amenartes to thee. 
 
 IIOKACE. 
 
 Perchance I dreamed it. Strange dreams hover about these caves of Kor. 
 But what came ot this mad crime ? Two thousand years of waiting, was it 
 not ? And, now, wouldst thou repeat the history ? I tell thee tliat evil will 
 come of it. How will this man take thee, red-handed from the slaughter of 
 her who loved and tended him ? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 
 Had I slain thee as well as her, yet should he love me. But I will spare 
 this woman; for I am not cruel for the sake of cruelty. Let her come before 
 me. Quiclc, before my mood change. Horace exits R. I. E. She thnnvs her- 
 self on her knees beside litter. Oh, my Kallikrates, thou wilt live. For sixty 
 generations I have lived without thy companionship, without love, led down 
 the dreary ages of my hfe by the marsh-hghts of hope, yet my skill told me 
 they would one day lead unto my deliverer, and thou at last hast come. But 
 the woman, {rises) so like the accursed Egyptian, Amenartes. Enter Horace 
 loith U.xtane. R Q. E. 
 
 USTANE. 
 
 Is my lord dead? Oh, say not he is dead? 
 
 Horace. 
 Nay, he lives. Sue hath saved him. Ustane prostrates herself before she, 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Stand! Ustane rises. Come hither! t'stune approachrs her. Who is this 
 man? 
 
 USTANH 
 
 My husband. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Who gave him to thee tor a husband ? 
 
 Ustane. 
 I took him according to our custom, oh, She. 
 
 Ayesua. 
 Thou hast done evil in taking this man, who is a stranger, and not of thy 
 race. Tlie custom fails. Listen! Go from hence and never dare to speak to 
 or set thine eyes upon him again. He is not for thee. Go! Ustane does not 
 move. Pause — then with fury. Gk), woman ! 
 Ustane. 
 With desj)erate calmess. I will not go. The man is my husband, and I lo\e 
 him. Ayesha seems impatient. I love him and luill not leave him. Ayesha rises 
 ijiUcklij and sits agaiit. What right hast thou to make me leave my husband. 
 Ayesha rises as if to sttike. 
 
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 HOKACE, 
 
 Literposimj . Be pitiful. It is nature working. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Situ. I am pitiful. Coldly, hud I not been pitiful, she had been dead even 
 now. With vuirked tnqjhasis. "Woman, I say to thee go ! before 1 destroy thee 
 where thou art. 
 
 USTANE. 
 
 Dtterndnedly 1 will not go ! He is mine — mine ! I took him because I loved 
 him, because he loved me, Ayesha repeats action, destroy me, if thou hast the 
 power, I will not give thee my husband, never, never ! Faces Ayesha in defance. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 
 With sarcastic siveetness. Say yon so ! Then ivi.th afvrious muvement of her ■ 
 hand, she touches Ustane's head. Fool worm ! Ustane puts hand to her head, a 
 white mark appears across her hair, seemes dazed. 
 
 Horace. 
 Seeing white mark, Great Heavens ! 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Poor ignorant fool, dost think that I have no power to slay. I have set 
 my seal upon thee, the white mark of my displeasure, so that I shall know 
 thee till thy hair is all as white as it. Now wilt thou go, or must I strike 
 again ? Ustane still dazed, feeliny the way with her hands as if blinded. Exits 
 L. Q. E. If ever she dares to look upon his face again, her bones shall 
 become whiter than the mark upon her hair. She goes and bends over Leo 
 who has been moving restlessly, he stretches out his arms and seeing her draio her 
 face to him and kisses her. 
 
 Leo. 
 Sitting up. Hallo Ustane I why have you tied your head up ? Plave you 
 the tooth ache? I say Job, I'm awfully lumgery. Looking round Job not here. 
 I say you old son of gun where the deuce have you got to now ? Looking at 
 Ayesha. Eh, bless me ! that is not Ustane. 
 Ayesha. 
 Greeting to thee, my young stranger lord. Right glad am I to see thee 
 well again Leo stands, believe me had I not saved thee never wouldst thou 
 have stood upon your feet again. Leo has come doivn. 
 Leo. 
 Bowing. I thank you lady for j'our kindness in caring for one unknown to 
 you. I shall never be ungrateful. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Nay. give one no thanks, tis I who am made happy by thy coming. 
 
 Leo. 
 Aside to Horace, Humph ! Leo I say old fellow the lady is uncommonly civil. 
 We seemed to have stumbled into clover. Looking at Yesha. By jove, what a 
 pair of arms ? 
 
 Horace. 
 {Nudging him.) Not so loud. 
 
 Leo. 
 {Not noticing him.) Have yon seen her tace ? If it compares with her 
 arms it must be lovely. 
 
 HOEACE. 
 
 Damn it, man, keep quiet. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Is there aught I can do for j'ou more ? 
 Leo. 
 Yes, lady, I would know where the young woman Avho was nursing me has 
 gone. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Oh, the girl? Yes — I — I— know not, She sajd she \vov(ld go. Perchance 
 
— Si- 
 she will return. {Perchance not.) It is wearisome waitintf on tlie sick, and 
 these savage women are fickle. 
 
 Leo. 
 It's infernally odd that she should leave me. I don't understand. The 
 young lady and I — that is — well, you know exactly. I — in short, we have a 
 great regard for each other. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Yes, I know exac%. I have some instructions to give my servant, Billali, 
 so will leave you for a little. If there can be comfort in this poor place, be sure 
 it awaits thee. {Goes up C. and off L'. U. E.) 
 
 Leo. 
 Who is she old fellow '! .She's uncommonly civil. 
 
 HOEACE. 
 
 The Queen. She herself For Heaven's sake be more guardctl of your 
 speech m her presence. 
 
 Leo. 
 Pshaw ! She 's only a woman you know. 
 Horace. 
 But a most extraordinary one. The very woman the sherd of Amenartcs 
 speaks of 
 
 Leo. 
 Then the story is true ? 
 
 Horace. 
 However incredible it may seem, it is true. 
 
 USTANE. 
 
 {Elders L. Q. K. hurriedly.) Oh, my lord, thou art restored and my heart 
 rejoices, but I am in peril from She-who-must-be-obeycd. Surely, the Baboon 
 has told thee how slie drove me from thee. I love -thee, my lord, and thou art 
 mine, according to the law of the country. My Lion, wilt thou cast me off 
 now ? 
 
 Leo. 
 
 Cast you off? Never, Ustane. Let us go and explain matters to the 
 ([ueen. 
 
 USTANE. 
 
 Nay! Nay! She would slay us. There is but oneway. Flee witli me 
 across the marshes, and perchance we may escape. 
 Horace. 
 
 For Heaven's sake, Leo, dont 
 
 LTstane. 
 
 Nay, listen not to him. Swift ! Be swift ! Death is in tho air we brcatlie! 
 
 {Throws herself in Leo's arms. Ayesha with BeUuli and livo guards ajipears at 
 
 hack.) Kven now, perhaps, she hears us. {Ayesha laughs. Ustane shrinks 
 
 hack. Leo and Horace a^ipear confused.) 
 
 Ayesha. 
 {Laughing as she comes down.) Nay, now my lord and guest, look not so 
 bashful. Surely the sight was a pretty one. The leopard and the lion. 
 Leo. 
 Oh, hang it all ! 
 
 Ayesha. 
 {Very sweetly.) And thou, Ustane, my servant, is this a fit time for love? 
 I dreamed not that T could be disobeyed. I thought thee already far away. 
 Ustane. 
 Play not with me. Slay me, and let there be an end. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Nay, why? It is not well to go, so swift from the hot lips of love, down to 
 the cold mouth of the grave. ( Vindictively to guards.) Let the fool's wish be 
 gratified. {7 he two guards take hold of Ustane. Leo hurls than in tarn to the 
 ground. Horace holds Leo hack.) . . 
 
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 Leo. 
 Curse you ! Dare to put j-our hand on her, and I'll brain yon! 
 
 Ayesha. 
 {Laughing.) Thou hast a strong arm, my guest, for one wlio so late was 
 sick. But we shall see. Now, oh Holly, thou didst hear my words bidding 
 this evil-doer depart. At thy prayer I did weakly spare her life. How is it, 
 then, that thou art a sharer in thrs meeting? 
 
 HOIJACE. 
 
 It was l)y accident, oh, Queen. I knew naught of it. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 I believe thee. And well is it for thee that I do. Angrily boking at Ustanp. 
 Then does. all the guilt rest upon this woman. Motions Billali, who exits U. E. R 
 
 Leo. 
 
 Come, I say now. I don't see any guilt about it. Ustane is married to me 
 according to the custom of this awful place.. She's not anybody else's wife, 
 and she loves me, and I love her. And whatever she has done I have done 
 too, so if she's to be punished, let me be jjunished also, and T tell you if you 
 bid those savages to touch her again, I'll tear them to pieces. Re-enter Billali 
 with all the Amahagger. 
 
 Ayesh.\. 
 
 Hast thou aught to say woman ? Ustane folds her arms. Thou silly straw, 
 thou feather, who didst tliink to float towards thy passion's petty ends against 
 the great wind of my strong will. Tell me, for I fain would understand, why 
 didst thou this thing ? 
 
 Ustane. 
 
 I did it,oh. Queen, because my love is stronger than the grave; because my 
 life without him whom my heart chose would be but a living death. I know 
 that my life is forfeit to thy anger, yet am I glad that I did risk it, and 
 willingly will I pay it away for him, because he embraced me and told me that 
 he loved me. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 
 Springs up and makes motion as if to strike, but controls herself and sits again. 
 
 Say on. 
 
 Ustane. 
 
 I have no magic, and I am no queen, nor do I live forever, but a woman's 
 heart is heavy to sink through waters however deep, and a woman's eyes are 
 quick to see, even through thy vail, oh, Queen. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 And what hast thou seen ? 
 
 Ustane. 
 I have seen that thou dost love this man thyself, and, therefore, woulds* 
 destroy me, who stands across thy path. I will die — die — and go into the 
 darkness, nor know I whither: but this I know. There is a light shining in 
 my breast, and by that light, as by a lamp, I see the future unroll before me 
 like a scroll. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 And what does this light show thee ? 
 
 Ustane. 
 {Assiow's a trance-like look.) It shows me that my love hath brought me 
 death, but I'll turn not back, being ready to pay the price. And even as I see 
 myself standing on the steps of doom, so do I see that thou shaft not profit 
 by my death. Mine he is, and though thy beauty shme like the sun among 
 the stars, mine shall he remain. Never shall he look tliee in the eyes and 
 call thee wife! Thou, too, art doomed! I see — oh, what a sight is here ! Oh, 
 my Lion, thou art saved, but She will perish ! I see a fire that never dies! 
 I sec a shriveled form ! I see — I see — 
 
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 Song — UsTANE. 
 I see thee lead him o'er the dark abyss. 
 
 With frantic haste and mad desire.— 
 I see him follow thee into the pit 
 
 Where burns the everlasting fire : 
 I see thee bathing in the quenchless flames 
 
 That lap thy beauty in their ire I 
 I see thee shrivel and shrink and fade,— 
 
 I see a tortured one expire. 
 
 C'}(orus. 
 She that's standing on the steps of doom 
 
 Sees the future like a written scroll. 
 And reads it plainly with the eye of truth. 
 
 As the mystic pages of fate unroll. 
 She sees the ending of a weary life, 
 
 She sees the tortures of a doomed soul ; 
 By the light that shineth in her breast 
 
 She plainly reads the prophetic roll. 
 
 USTANE. 
 
 {These words are siJoken almost in a shriek.) NEVER SHALL HE fiE 
 THINE ! ! You are doomed ! Never shall he call thee wife ! I see — 
 Ayesha. 
 {With vehemence.) False prophetess, be thou forever blind ! [She makes 
 a quick pass, the electric sparks fly from her hand. Ustane shrieks, trembles, and 
 falls prostrate.) Be thou accursed forever I {Leo and Horace raise Ustane.) 
 Leo. 
 {A.9sisfing her to litter L E E.) Great Heavens ! She is dead ! {They place 
 her on litter.) Woman, devil, or whatever thou art, you have killed her, and 
 I shall avenge her death ! {Sjrrings toward Atjesha. She throws md her hand. 
 He stops suddtiily. as if electrified.) 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Forgive me, my guest, if I have shocked you — with my justice. 
 
 Leo. 
 Forgive thee, thou fiend ! Forgive thee, murderess ? By Heaven I will 
 kill thee if I can. {Bushes toward her again, hnt is stopped as hefore. 
 Ayesha. 
 Nay, na}', thou dost not understand. For two thousand years, Kallikrates, 
 have I waited for thee and now thou hast come back to me. This woman 
 stood between us, and therefore I removed her, Kallikrates. 
 Leo. 
 It's an accursed lie ! My name is Leo Yincey and not Kallikrates. My 
 ancestor was Kallikrates. at least so I believe. 
 •Ayesha. 
 Ah, thou sayest it. Thy ancestor was Kallikrates, and thou, even thou art 
 he, born again, and my own dear lord. 
 
 Leo. 
 Thy lord ? I had rather be the lord of a fiend from hell. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Nay. thou hast not seen me for so many years thou hast forgotten. Yet I 
 am very fair, Kallikrates! 
 
 Leo. 
 I hate thee, murderess. I liate thee, I say. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Yet thou will shortly creep to my side and swear thou lovost me. ( To 
 Amahagger.) Depart? {They all go off R. C. E.) Here before this dead girl, 
 •who loved thee well, we'll put it to the proof. She shakes off her outer cov- 
 ering. {The stage has been darkened and the Calcium is throxvn upon her.) Be- 
 hold me, Kallikrates ? {Leo shoivs admiration and astonishment.) 
 Leo. 
 I am bewildered. Art thou— art thou a woman ? 
 
— 37 — 
 
 Ayesha. 
 In very truth a woman, and thy spouse, Kallikrates. {Stretching her arms 
 toivards him. He seemed inclined to go to lier, hut looks at Ustane and hesitates.) 
 Come ! 
 
 Leo. 
 How can I ? Thou art a murderess, She loved me and thou hast slain her. 
 (2 Amahagger enter.) 
 
 Ayesha. 
 It is naught, Bear her away ! If I have sinned let my beauty answer lor 
 my sin. If I have sinned it is for love of thee. Come! [Same husiness.) 
 Come ! {I^o goes to her and falls on knee, taking her hand..) 
 Leo. 
 I cannot resist, woman or demon thy beauty has conquered me. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Fie upon thee Kallikrates. But do not kneel to me — I am your slave, you 
 are my lord and master. Come. He rises. Now will I prove to tliee that thou 
 art Kallikrates born agani. Thou art living yet shalt thou liehold thyself 
 dead. Leads Leo up stage. And you too, my Holly. Leo passes behind column, 
 his doidjle cqypears holding Ayesha's hand, Leo goes down through stage behind 
 column and takes place to he sent up on C. trap. Horace is L. of trap. To double, 
 ivho is back to audience. Be not afraid. 
 
 Leo. 
 Under Stage. I fear not, oh, Ayesha. How can I living behold myself dead? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 By my arts I have held thy body from the dust, that the waxy stamp of thy 
 beauty should ever rest before mine eyes. 
 Leo. 
 Under Stage. Let me see and be convinced. 
 Ayesha. 
 So, shalt thou look upon thine own departed self, who breathed and died 
 so long ago. I do but turn one page in thy Book of Being and show thee 
 what is writ thereon. Let llie dead and living meet. The trap comes vp ivith 
 Leo as Kallikrates lying on stone couch. Behold ! takes wrapping off. 
 Horace. 
 This is horrible. Tis Leo dead if ever Leo lived. Cover it and let us 
 depart. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Not yet, my Holly. By my art I have the power to cause the dead 
 Kallikrates to speak to the "living. She makes some pas.ses, Speak Kallikrates, 
 speak unto thy self. 
 
 Leo. 
 As Kallikrates. Across the gulf of time we are still one. Time hath no 
 power against identity. Though sleep, in mercy hath blotted out the tablets of 
 my mind, still are we one— ibr the wrappings of sleep shall roll away as the 
 thunder clouds before wind. The frozen voices of the past shall melt in 
 nuisic like mountain snows beneath the sun, and the weeping and laughter of 
 tlie lost hours shall be heard once more, sweetly eclioing up the elites of 
 immeasurable time. Sleep hath rolled away and tlie lightnuig of my disem- 
 bodied spirit hath found a fresher form to work out the purpose of our being, 
 quickning and fusing those separated days of life and shaping ihem to a stall' 
 wheron we may safely lean as we wend to our appointed fate. I was dead 
 but now I live — Kallikrates is born again. She removes ivrapjnng from breast 
 of Leo andshoivs blood mark, like a spear vjound. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Thou seest it was I who slew thee Kallikrates because thou didst love the 
 Egyptian, Amenartes. But now thou hast come back to me I will give thee 
 lile and youth that will endure thee thousands of years. Thou seest this 
 body which was once thine own ? {Oncers Leo up, the box. sinks and Leo is 
 taken under .<<tage. yet the form remains thi- mme. |^Kxplained. Leo takes 
 
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 douhk^s place beside Ayesha ; double is hehind column.) For all these centuries 
 it hath been my comfort and companion; but now I need it no more for I have 
 thy living presence. Let it therefore return to the dust. (She pours a phial 
 of liquid on the figure which takes fire and burns entirely away. m^Tms will 
 BE EXPLAINED.) Behold ! The past to the past, the dead to the dead. Kalli- 
 krates is dead, and is born again. Come! {Leo goes to her O. Shi- embraces 
 him. Everybody coini-s on for chorus. 
 
 Chants. 
 
 Wonderful Ayesha beautiful Queen 
 
 The greatest the grandest that ever liath been, 
 
 Wonderful Ayesha, wonderful Ayesha, 
 
 Wonderful Ayesha. beautiful queen, 
 
 fS'oto-AYESHA, 
 
 There is one perfect flower in the wilderness of love. 
 
 Choiiis. 
 That flower is love, that flower is love, that flower is love. 
 
 ;6'0to-AYESHA. 
 
 There is one fixed star seen in the mists of strife. 
 
 Chorus. 
 That star is love, that .star is love, that star is love. 
 
 -Soto-AVETHA. 
 
 There is one living hope in out- despairing night. 
 
 CIvorus. 
 That hope is love, that hope is love, that hope is love. 
 
 /Soto. Ayesha 
 There is one fair truth that shines forever bright. 
 
 Chorus. 
 That truth is love, that truth is love that truth is love. 
 
 /So/o-Ayesha. 
 Soft shall we lie my love, and easy shall we go 
 Crowned shall we be with the diadem of power, 
 Worshiping and wonderstruck the people of the world, 
 Blinded by our beauty, before our might shall cower. 
 Prom age unto age shall our greatness thunder on, 
 (irowing like a river, fed by a thousand rills. 
 Laughing shall we speed in our victory and pomp. 
 Laughing like the daylight as he leaps aluug tlie hills. 
 Onward, still triumphant, to a triuiiii)h ever new, 
 Onwaid in a power to a power yet unattaiiied: 
 Onward, never weary, clad with splendor as a robe— 
 'Till accomplished by our fate and the night at last is gained. 
 
 Choru.^. 
 Last four lines 
 
 Curtain. 
 
ACT IV. 
 
 Exk-rior of gloomy cave. Enter Tim and Job, L. I. E. 
 
 Job. 
 It's all hup with us, Tim. I know I'll never live through it 
 
 Tim. 
 What's the matter ? What the divil is in the wind now '! 
 
 Job. 
 That's it ! Oh; Lord, oh, Lord ! 
 
 Tim. 
 What's it ? 
 
 Job. 
 The divil is in the wind, and m heverythingand hcverybodyin this bloomin' 
 blasted place. Oh, Lord, oh, Lord! what will become of us? 
 Tim. 
 Lave oft' your crj'ing and keenin' like an^old woman at a wake, and tell me 
 what's the matter. 
 
 Job. 
 Heverything bad is the matter. Loioerimj hin voice. That female himp, 
 that beastly She, has killed Mr. Leo's sweetheart. Captured hmi herself, and 
 now she's going to take us all to some beastly 'ole bin the ground, and burn us 
 liup, in the beastly Fire of Life. 
 
 Tim. 
 And did She kill that purty crayture, LTstane. 
 
 Job. 
 In the most cold bloodedest manner. She just points her finger at her and 
 down she drops, dead as a 'ammer. 
 
 Tim. 
 Oh, mille murdher ! But I believe that woman is loaded to the muzzle with 
 divilment. So she shot the poor crayture down with her finger ? 
 Job. 
 Just as if it were a gun, only it didn't explode nor nothin'. 
 
 Tim. 
 The saints preserve us ! Sure its enough to make one's flesh creep on one's 
 bones to see a women with every finger on her hand an air gun, and her eyes 
 like a battery of artillery cocked ready to kdl. 
 Job. 
 Arc her heyes cocked, Tim ? 
 
 Tim. 
 You mane is She cockeyed ? No, no, you don't understand. I mane that 
 her eyes are cross. 
 
 Job. 
 Well, crost and cooked is all the same when talking of heyes. 
 
 Tim. 
 Was there ever such ignorance in the world afore ? I mane that her eyes 
 are like guns that are loaded, ready to go ott" and blow the divil out of all be- 
 fore them. 
 
 Job. 
 I believe they'are; but you have never seen tliena, Tim, She's always 
 veiled. 
 
— 40 — 
 
 Tim. 
 True for you; but Mister Holly and Mister Leo have, and they say that she 
 have the iiurtiest eyes and face that was ever seen. But when is She goin' 
 to take us to the tire of life ? 
 " • ■ Job. 
 
 We're to start right hoft' and we're to be gone three days; but oh Lord! 
 it's my opinion we'll never come back again. {Enkr Horace E I E.) 
 
 HOEACE. 
 
 Tim, Mr. Leo is looking for you. There are some preparations to make, so 
 you had better attend him. 
 
 Tim. 
 
 {Goini) R IE.) In a jiffy, sir! {A.nde.) I'll have a dip in the fire of life 
 as sure as my name is Tim Lanahan. {Erit R IE.) 
 
 HoBACE. 
 
 "Well, Job, are you prepared for our journey ? 
 
 Job. 
 Yes, sir; but I hope you'll not let Mr. Leo go into that beastly fire of life. 
 
 Horace. 
 "Why not. Job ? 
 
 Job. 
 Because, sir, it's luy opinion that that 'ere She is the old gentleman hisself 
 or his wife if he has got oue, which I suppose he has, for he couldn't be so 
 wicked without a woman to help hmi. The "Witch of Kndor is a fool to her, 
 sir. Why, bless you, if She had a mind. She could raise the ghost of hevery 
 old gent, mentioned in the Bible hout of these beastly tombs. It's a country 
 of devils, and She's the master one of the lot, sir: and she will destroy Master 
 Leo in that beastly fire. 
 
 HoEACE. 
 
 Come, Job, at any rate she saved his life. 
 
 Job. 
 Yes, sir and she'll take his soul to pay for it. She'll make him a witch like 
 herself This is a beastly place and a beastly people and its wicked to have 
 hanything to do with 'em, sir. 
 
 Horace. 
 I admit it is a queer country, and a singular people. And this wonderful 
 woman has power not only over the living, but over the dead. 
 Job. 
 She's a witch, sir, and can raise the dead and talk with 'em. 1 believe 1 
 saw the ghost of my poor old father, last night in my sleep. He had a kind 
 of night shirt on him. Job said he ( sort o-solcmn, like a methody parson 
 when he's had the best of a horse trade) " Job said he, " times hup!" such 
 ado as I've had to nose you hout. It wasn't friendly of you to give your old 
 father such a run — let alone that a pesky lot of bad characters come from 
 this 'ere place Ivor." 
 
 Horace. 
 Regular Scorchers. Eh, Job ? 
 
 Job. 
 That's what he said, sir, " regular scorchers," and I dont doubt it, seeing 
 what I know of their " hot-pot " ways. Any way his ghost went hott' saying, 
 " time is hup Job, time's hup." ! And I know sir that it is a warning that I 
 must soon follow him. 
 
 Horace. 
 Nonsense ! you dout believe that j'ou are going to die Viecause you dreamed 
 you saw your father ? If one dies because one dreams of his father, what 
 happens to a man who dreams of his mother-in-law ? Laughs. 
 Job. 
 Ah, sir, you are laughing at mo. Anyhow I've tried to do my duty by you 
 sir, and I 'opes j'ou'll think kindly of my whitened bones, if hever you gets 
 back to dear hold Hingland. 
 
IIORACK. 
 
 Come, Job, this is all nonsense. 
 
 Joii. 
 No, sir, it's not nonsense. J'm a doomed man, but I 'opes it wont be by 
 that " hot-pot " game. 
 
 Hor.\(;e. 
 Drive these thoughts awaj^ from you Job, and prepare for our journey. 
 
 Job. 
 Very well sir! goiivj R. I. E. but I 'opes you will never 'ave hanything 
 more to do with greek writing on flower pots. Exit R. I. E. 
 
 HOKACE. 
 
 Poor Job, I don't wonder at his gloomy forebodings. Our mysterious and 
 ghoul-like surroundmgs are enough to chill the heart of anyone. Enter Ayesha 
 Condudinij Leo, R. I. E. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 This very hour shall we start, and soon will we stand in the Place of Life, 
 and thou shalt bathe in the fire and come forth glorified as no man ever was 
 before thee, and then, Kallikrates, shalt thou call me wife, and I shall call theo 
 husband, 
 
 Leo. 
 Qh, Ayesha, your promise is beyond my hope. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Nay, but it shall be fulfilled. And thou, too, Holly, on thee will I confer 
 this boon, for thou art not altogether a fool, though thy school of philosophy 
 js a full of nonsense as those of old days. 
 
 Horace. 
 I thank thee, Ayesha. If this fiery virtue, that holds off death exists, I will 
 have none of it. The world has npt proved so soft a nest that I would lie ni 
 it forever. I do not fear death. I know the flesh shnnks from the worm it 
 wfll not feel, and from the unknown which the winding sheet curtains from 
 our view, But harder still would it be to live on, green in the leaf and fair, 
 but dead and rotten at the core, with the secret worm of recollection gnawing 
 ever at the heart. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Bethink thee! Long life, and strength, and beauty beyond measure, mean 
 power and all thmgs that are dear to man. 
 Horace. 
 All bubbles. Ambition is an endless ladder on which no resting place is 
 found. Wealth satiates and becomes nauseous, nor can it buy an hour's 
 peace of mind. There is an end to wisdom. The more we learn, the more 
 we feel our ignorance. Should we live ten thousand years, could we liope to 
 solve the secrets of the suns, and of the space beyond the suns, and of the 
 heavens? Would not our wisdom be but a gnawing hunger, calling our con- 
 cionsness day by daylto a knowledge of the empty craving of our souls? 
 Ay^esha. 
 Turniruj to Leo. Nay, Holly, there is love — love which makes all things 
 beautiful, and breathes divinity into the very dust we tread. Fondling Leo, 
 With love shall life roll gloriously on front year to year, like the voice of some 
 great music that hath power to hold the hearer's heart, poised on eagle's wings 
 above the sordid shame and folly of the earth. 
 Horace. 
 But if the loved be loved in vain, what then? Nay, oh, She, I will live my 
 day and grow old with my generation and die my appointed death and be for- 
 gotten. I have faith in eternal life and care not to prolong the existence of 
 my body. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 LcmgJun;/. Thou look'st high and dream'st thou wilt pluck the star. I 
 believe it not, and think thee a fool to throw away the lamp. But thou, my 
 Kallikrates, shall become like me; then shall we cross to this country of thine 
 and thou shalt rule thig England, 
 
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 Leo. 
 That cannot be. Wo have a queen who rules. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Slie shall be overthrown. 
 
 Leo. 
 We love our queen and would .sooner think oi' overthrowing our.selves. 
 
 AVE.'ill.A. 
 
 A queen whom her people love ? t^urcly tlie world must have changed 
 since I lived in Kor. 
 
 Leo. 
 It is the character of monarchs that has changed. Tlie real power does not 
 rest with our queen, but with the people. 
 Ayesha. 
 Ah, a democracy ? I liave long since seen that democracies, having no clear 
 will of their own, in the end set up a tyrant and worship him, 
 Leo. 
 Yes, it is true, we liave our tyrants. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Well, we can at any rate destroy these tyrants, and Kallikrales shall ruk> 
 the land. 
 
 HOEACF. 
 
 lint we have a law that prohibits killing. 
 Ayesha. 
 
 Laughinij. Law ! Canst thou not understand, oh. Holly, that I am above 
 the law, and so shall my Kallikrates be also. All human law shall be to us as 
 the north wind to the moimtain. Does the wind bend the mountain or the 
 mountain the wind? Enkr BiHuli. U. J. E. 
 
 BlLLALI. 
 
 Mighty lliya! All is ready for thy juurncy. 
 Ayesha. 
 
 'Tis well. You and those who are with you will go witli us to the great 
 chasm and there remain until we return. Come, my Kallikrates, come my 
 Hollv. {Exit Ayesha and others, Billuli L. I. E. JoJi L. I. E. enter as they (jo 
 off. ' 
 
 JoiJ. 
 
 Oh. Lord! I feels the cold dulls chasing each bother hup and down my 
 Bpnial back bone. This 'ere is a cooker. Oh, Lord ! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! 
 To think that I should hend my days m a " Iiot-pot." (Tim Enters L. I. E. 
 in time to slap Job on shoulder uihen speech is pnish.ed\) — Oh, Lord — oh^ — its — 
 you, Tun — 'ow you frightened me. 
 
 Tl.M. 
 
 What arc you dreamin' about, anyhow ? 
 
 Jon. 
 I wish r wur dreaming, Tim. I wish I coidd wake hup and find myself 
 back in old Hingland. But it's no go. This is a cooker. This 'ere night-mare 
 will be the end of us. 
 
 Tim. 
 Don't make an Oumadhann of yerself. Cheer up nic ancient Briton, haven't 
 ye me, a ratlin' boy from Paddy's Land to fight for you ? Come, pull yerself 
 together, and remember, me boy, that a light heart and a thin pair of breeches 
 goes round the wide world for sport. 
 
 Jon. 
 I don't know what to make of you, Tim? 
 
 Tim. 
 Sure, you can't make anything out of mc Ijut what I am — an Irishman! 
 And that's a mystery to ye. 
 
 Job. 
 Yes, I confess, I don't understand the Irish. They is so queer and out- 
 laudisli. 
 
— i3 — 
 
 Tni. 
 But you'll ho enliglitenod by-ni-bj-, and then ye'll understand, and so will 
 the rest of your countrymen. -And when ye do the honest Kno'Hsh jieart will 
 shout, "Fair play and Justice for Ireland!" Now listen to this. 
 
 Song— Tui. 
 
 Just peepin' from the ocean is a little spot of green. 
 Where buttercups and daisies grow, the sweetest ever seen. 
 And primroses and l)rialit posies, and the shamrock ever fair. 
 
 And itntfcii ami iMir;(t..cs an.l ■.liilh.lniiv sint the air. 
 
 Tli(>rc arc liiuiilaiids and -r.'cMi l..\\l,iii(N where sparkling waters flow. 
 
 And l)iii;-hiilcs ami IxniiliailiTs ami rai-ki-cnters ever grow. 
 
 There cdercioii and eviction, lil<c the divii's fork-ed tail, 
 
 Leave sorrow and destruction in their snakelike slimy trail. 
 
 Chorm. 
 
 Bad luck attend coercion, and eviction's tyrant hand 1 
 God save Parnell and Ireland and all her patriot band ! 
 Mav Heaven's choicest blessings on Gladstone ever fall. 
 And on every honest Englishman, God bless and save them all I 
 
 (lie takes Jab's hand and shakes it waniily, and exits E I E. Enter Billali 
 aadAhdaili, LIE.) 
 
 BlLLALI. 
 
 The girl Ustane is recovered. liiya's blow did not prove fatal, and she in- 
 sists on following us on tliis journey. 
 
 Abd.\lli. 
 
 And will you, my fatlier, permit it? If She discovers her, She will hold you 
 accountable. 
 
 BiLLALr. 
 
 That is my fear, my son ; but if Ustane has power to resist the deadly 
 stroke of 5'/(e, she may have power to elude her vengeance. Let a higher 
 power than mine control this matter; and even if I die, I shall not interfere. 
 Come, let us depart. (Exit BiUaU and Ahdalli, R I E. Dark Stage.) 
 
 CHANGE. -SCENE 2.— The Great Chasm. 
 ^^This Scene and Settings will he explained"^^ 
 Enter, AYESHA, LEO, HORACE, TBf, and JOB, on the Spur of rock. 
 
 JOI! HAS A LONG LIGHT BOARD. 
 
 vVyesha. 
 Come on ! keep your eyes fixed upon the ground and closely hug the rock. 
 
 Horace. 
 But surely, Ayesha, we can never cross that empty space ? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 We must. Tis dark now — soon will there be light. 
 
 Leo 
 ITow can there be more light in this dreadful chasm. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 See you that hole in the rocV— points. The sun will soon sink to its leA'cland 
 flood the place with his beams. 
 
 Leo. 
 This Stygian gloom is fearful. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Tlie light will come. Tlie calcium is thrown from the hole in the rock and 
 strikes full npon Ayesha, the rest is nearly total darkness. Quick the plank", we 
 must cross while the light endures. Presently it will begone. 
 .Job. 
 Passes the hoard cdong. Oji, Lord, sir, surely she don't mean us to walk 
 across that 'ere place upon tliis 'ere thinsi-? 
 
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 HOBACE. 
 
 That's the programme, Job. The hoard is ^mshed ahmj from one to the other 
 and is pushed across the vacant space hy Ayesha. 
 Ayesha. 
 Follow me, quick while the lif^ht lasts. SJie 7cialks across. It is safe! 
 Now, come oh, Holly — for presently the light will fail us. 
 Horace. 
 Hesitating, I — T — fear to venture. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Afraid ! bah ! make way then for Kallikrates. 
 
 Horace. 
 No. I will cross or fall in the attempt. He walks across very timidly. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Now Kallikrates. {Leo lualks it vpright and firmly.) Bravely done, the old 
 Greek spirit lives in thee yet. 
 
 Tim. 
 Now, thin, see what a modern Greek can do, (//e walks itfirmhj.) 
 
 Ayesha. 
 You are a brave man. Of what country are you? 
 
 Tim. 
 I'm an Irishman from Ireland, so plaze yer majesty. 
 
 Ayesha. 
 Ireland! Ireland! Where is this Ireland? 
 
 Tim. 
 It's across beyond the say yer highness. A little green lump of of an island 
 famous for good potatoes warm hearts and bad landlords. 
 Horace. 
 Come Job it's your turn now. 
 
 Job. 
 {Onthe end of the plank with his legs dangling in s^mre.) I can't do it, sir 
 I'll fall into the beastly place. 
 
 Horace. 
 Ton must. Job, you must. It's as easy as catcliing flies. 
 
 Jon. 
 Oh, Lord — I — I — can't. Indeed, I can't. 
 Ayesha. 
 Let the man come or let him stay and perish there. {The light is dimmed.) 
 See, the light is dying, in a minute it will be gone. 
 
 HOBACE. 
 
 Come, be a man. Job — its quite easy. 
 
 Tim. 
 Come, Job, don't let it be said that an Knglislinian cried at danger an Irish- 
 man laughed at. 
 
 Job. 
 That 'ere is a clinclier. ( With nervous resolution.) Here goes I ( Gets on 
 plauk.1 his legs hang on either side, he jndls Jiimself along hy jerks which displace 
 the end of plank. The light svddenly disaj^pears.) Lord 'ave mercy on me I 
 Oh, Lord, the board is slipping. It's a cooker. {Tlie pdank fcdls noiselessly into 
 chasm. Tim has grahbed Joh hy the collar and pnlls him on to rock. 
 Tim. 
 There you are safe and sound. 
 
 ^HoBACE. 
 
 The plank is gone. How, in the name of Heaven will we get back 
 again. 
 
 Leo. 
 
 I don't know. Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof. I'm thankful 
 enough to be here. 
 
AykMha. 
 Take my hand, Kallikrates. The otherK will follow, ExUcm-jrhctfth-m. 7?. 
 and re-enter on ruii. j'oUovsed by alt.'Ayesho 'iinil Leo godown run-steadily. The 
 others dip and fall in the descent, Jfif)h,st- falls sprawling to the bottom. 
 Lord have mercy on, me. ..ids 7^e/o7&;- . .,;,• ,;,.^ ^.^.^ ■,•;;,,■ 
 
 ■ ■ • Aye;siia. ' . • .- -••;■ ' "■ - 
 There, safely have come. And now, (nodding toward Job, who is sitting 
 where he fell) that he, whom they rightly call the Pig, for as a pig he is stupid, 
 hath let fall the plank, it will not be easy to return; but J will make it plain. 
 What think you of this, Kallikrates ? 
 
 Lko. 
 I know not. 
 
 Ayesh.\. 
 Wouldst thou believe tliat once a man did choose this nest for a habitation? 
 
 Leo. 
 It would seem incredible. 
 
 Ayksha. 
 Yet so it was, two thousand years ago. His name was Koot, a philosopher 
 skilled in the secrets of nature. He it was who discovered the fire that I, shall 
 show thee. Yet he would not avail himself of its wonderous power. He died 
 there: (pointing L.) and his white beard lay on him like a garment, but surely 
 he liath long since crumbled into dust. Horace hcis been searcheng behind 
 rock, L. He holds up a tooth. 
 
 Horace. 
 This appears to be a human tooth. 
 
 Ayesiia. 
 Taking it. Yes, without doubt. Behold what rumaineth of Noot^ aijd the 
 wisdom of Xoot— one liltle tooth — and yet that man had all life at his 
 command. 
 
 Leo. 
 This is wonderful. 
 
 AVESHA. 
 
 But greater wonders shalt thou behold. Many peo])le knew of Xoot's dis- 
 covery, and ventured here to bathe in the wondrous fire, but they all perished 
 in this chasm— and, even now, their spirits linger here, waiting to be liorn in 
 the flesh again. By my power T can materialize these shadows and , make 
 them visilile. Lis- en ! Symphony is played. Incantation. 
 
 Solo. — Ayesiia. 
 
 licin' inv" wi'rr ;m(':"li'MMl h,vV;,U, 
 Let tliv'shaduwv Immiis iii'I"-ii'; 
 Riseaiirt urcct u-. uuv and all. 
 Rise from out t-acli rocky l)('(l 
 Assume material sliape and lijiiit. 
 Changed art thou, but yet not tlcad 
 Rise and greet us with thy siuht. 
 
 A great rumbling ofinusic and noise of wind, inermsi/ig in voheme and i-nding 
 in a loud crash, The sjnriis a2'>2'>ear .suddenly. Tlt'-g are <dl in n-hilf mid ghasllij. 
 They move to music of prvlnde to churns. 
 
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 When eaeli in turn shall in the flesli be born. 
 
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 >Si'iRiT Chorus and Dance. 
 
 We must wait, we must wait, 
 
 Till tli.'ulori..us luuiiuw. 
 When w,. sliiill rctufii :m';iin 
 
 To tciK-li Ml' J,.y iiiid s(in-ow. 
 All must (lie as wi- liavc died,— 
 
 None can live foi'ever,— 
 Yet life can never be destroyed, — 
 
 All that is, is ever. 
 
 (Music cordiiiKKs irh/Jr thrij ihiiirf, Jirroming louder, nrruirijxni/cil hy the fiound 
 
 of wind: Uujhtunnj lhis]„s „n,l Ihnndrr. End inatrrrliir r;is]i. With the 
 
 '■rash the s/)//v7.s- all sinlilnthj ilisapp^ar. Ayesha, fnlloiiid Jii/ /lie idhers, hare 
 descended tJrnmijii an ojicn/nij L, while the spirits arc sim/infj churvs.) 
 
 CHANGE.— Scene 3. 
 (^'1// und.crijronnd 2>c^sage, or rocky tunnel.) 
 Ayesha. 
 Now, my Kallikrates, we go down in the presence of Deatli, for Life and 
 Death are very near together. I am a woman, and no prophetess: and I can- 
 not road the future. But this I know, that I cannot live for aye. Much evil 
 have I done. Perchance it was evil to strike tliat girl who loved thee. There- 
 fore, Kallikrates, take me by the liand, and lift mj' veil and look me in the 
 eyes and tell me thou dost forgive me with all thy heart, and with all thine 
 heart thou dost love me. (She kneels at his feet, Leo lifts her veil and raises her 
 to his heart.) 
 
 Leo. 
 Ayesha, I love thee with all my heart. And so far as forgiveness is pos- 
 sible, I forgive thee the death of L^stane. The rest is between thee and thy 
 maker. I know nought of it. I only know that I love thee as I never loved 
 before, and that I will cleave to thee to the end. 
 Ayesha. 
 And in token of my wifely love and submission do I kiss the hand of my 
 lord Kissts jii.s Jtand. And for a bridal gift, I give^thee my beauty's ptarry 
 crown, enduring life, wisdom and wealth without mcasiu'e. As a god shalt 
 thou be, holding good and evil in the hollow of thy hand, and I, even T hum- 
 ble myself before thee. Bo/cs lovly. .Such is the power of love, and such is 
 tire bridal gift I give unto thee, Kallikrates, royal son of Ra, my lord and. 
 lord of all. — DrET. 
 
 Solo. — Ayesha. 
 My love I'll love forever. 
 And naught our souls shall sever; 
 For true love lives forever, 
 Defying Death and Time. 
 
 Solo. — Leo. 
 My heart this new-found pleasure 
 Shall ever fondly treasure— 
 Thy love's beyt)nd all measure. 
 And so my love is thine. 
 Together. 
 Joy shall never leave us. 
 
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 Ayesha. 
 Now let us descend, that all thiiTgs may be accomplished in their order. 
 Leads him to opening in Flat. Prepare to enter the very womb of the J*]arth 
 wherein She doth conceive the life that yon see brought forth in man nnd 
 beast, Ay, and in every tree and flower. , Come Kallikrates. Exit with Leo, 
 through opening. 
 
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 Horace. 
 Come, let >is follow ami keep close. — P].\IT. 
 
 Tim. 
 "We're gettin' down in the world. Job. Sure we must be near the Divil's 
 dominions by this time. 
 
 .Job. 
 Yes, and tliat 'ore She's the proprietor. Oh, Lord! to think of what 
 we've seen and passed through. I tell you Tim there is no flesh and blood 
 in this blasted country. They is all ghosts and devils and we'll soon belong- 
 to the family. We'll be transmogriticated iiinto luinnatural hobjects like 
 them 'ere spirits in the gulch. 
 
 Tim. 
 Well we'll stick together anyhow, and it She tries to come the comather and 
 make ghosts of us, we'll make it very sultry for the other scrawny graveyard 
 deserters. We'll wallop the divil out of them, Job. 
 Job. 
 That's hall nonsense. What's the use o' wallopin' when one's dead ? Besides 
 ghosts can't wallop, Tim. 
 
 Tim. 
 Can't? Did ycz ever see an Irisii ghost? Of course ye haven't, or ye 
 wouldn't say that. I'll lay ye ten to one that a real owld Irish ghost would 
 be cock-o'-the-walk here, in an hour. 
 
 Job. 
 Oh, Lord, Tim, you talk like a tool. This 'ere's serious business. My hold 
 father's words is comin' true. " Time's hup, Job, time's hup ! " Oh, Lord, 
 oh, Lord! 
 
 Tim. 
 We'd better be out of this. Goimj aud looking in at opening. It's as black 
 as Tophet down tliere. Och, murdher. what a hole. Come, Job, in with you, 
 my bucko, wo must go forward, for there's no going back. 
 Job. 
 This 'ere's a cooker, (rte- he exits.) Time's hup, Job, time's hup! Krii in 
 opening. 
 
 Tim. 
 Tare-an-ages', but it's true for him, time's up ! We're oh the downhill road 
 to the divil. If ever I get out of this I'll never leave Ireland again! I wish 
 I had a drop of whisky to put heart into me. Well, here goes. I'll shut my 
 eyes, and trust to luck. Exit into hole. 
 
 CHANGE.— Scene 4. 
 Interior of care of fire. |^""Descriptiox will be given. 
 Ayesha. 
 Coniiiu/ down at hack. Draw near, draw near. Leo and Horace join her. 
 Job and Tim remain at top. Now, Kallikrates, the mighty moment is at hand. 
 .1 rumUing sound is heard., music. A red light illuminatee the scene. Behold . 
 the very fountain and heart of life, as it beats in the bosom of the great world. 
 Tlie rumbling increases, the red glow becomes more brilliant, smoke ascends from. 
 C. of stage, follotued by a flame which fluctuates spasmodically, and finally^ sub- 
 sides. The stage is dark. When the fiame comes again'you must stand in it, 
 Kallikrates, and when it embraces thee suck it down into thy very heart, so 
 you lose no moiety of its virtue. 
 
 Leo. 
 I am no coward. Yet how know I that it willaiot destroy me? 
 
 Ayesha. 
 It is not wonderful that thou shouldst doubt. If thou seest me stand in the 
 ttame and come forth unharmed, wilt thou enter also, Kallikrates ? 
 Lko. 
 Yes, I will enter if it destroy me. 
 
 Horace. 
 And I will also. 
 
 Ayesua. 
 (Laughing.) I thought thou wouldst naught of length of days ? Why, how 
 is this ? 
 
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 Horace. 
 
 Sometliing in my heart calls uie to taste the ttaiiie and live. 
 Ayesha. 
 
 It is well. I will for the second time bathe in the living bath. I will add 
 to my lieauty and length of days, if that be possible; at least it cannot harm 
 me. {Th'' rnmhlinij is huard ai/a/'n, groiviiiij loiulrr kikI hnuh'r. Tlie light glows 
 more irdrn^dy than befori-. The flame hreaJis for/Ii ":it/i rrmiri'd energy.) And 
 now we will prepare as if the last hours wore at liaiul, and we about to cross 
 to the land of shadows and not through the gates of most glorious life. (She 
 shaki's off her outer ivrappings, then loith rnach feeling, to Leo.) Oh, ray love, 
 my love, wilt thou ever know how I have loved thee. [She kiss.fs him tenderly 
 a,nd steps into the circle of fi-re, which becomes intensified. The noise, uhich 
 ceased during spieech, is renewed.) 
 
 Lko. 
 
 •See ! See! Her form is changing! She seems to be growing smaller. 
 {She. sinks down gradually through trap. The smoke hides her for a moment and 
 III', little dovhle takrs her place. irJiHe she disappears altogether. ^^"ThedouUe 
 is II r,'i-ij sniitll. tliiu fniiih'. niitih- up to the extreme of old age. Shrivelled and 
 wrinkled, tcilh lung lilarl; Jinir lil.e Ayesha's. As Ayesha sjieaks under stage the 
 double moves lips and gesiiiulutes to s-uit. Double staggers for ujard from out the 
 circle of fire.) 
 
 Ayesha. 
 
 {Under stage.) What is it, my Kallikrates — I — I — feel da^.ed. Is there 
 aught wrong with my eyes'? I see thee not so clearly. Douhle sinks d.own: 
 Its she does so she puts her hand to her head and her hug hair falls off. 
 Leo. 
 
 What a change is this ! It is horrible ! 
 Ayesha. 
 
 {lender stage.) Forget me not, Kallikrates! Have pity on my shame! I 
 shall come again, and once more be beautiful. I waited for tliy coming two 
 thousand years. Wait thou for me. I — Oh-h-h! {Double falls, and dies.) 
 
 {The fire subsides. Ustane, followed by Billali, and several Amahagger rush 
 down incline on to stage.) 
 
 USTAXE. 
 
 Oh, my Leo! my Lion! thou art saved! The spell is broken, and thou art 
 mine once more. 
 
 Leo. 
 Ustane alive! {Embrci'-ing her. The gauze drop at hack is ilhuinnated, and 
 through it is seen a ship at her moorings, and a number of Eyiglish sailors jric- 
 turesquely grouped. Grand finale.) 
 
 ENSEMBLE. 
 
 Solo — Leo. 
 Dear Ustane. the spell is broken. 
 
 And to thee my heart returns. 
 Hei-e my life I pledg-e as token 
 
 Of the love my bosom burns. 
 
 So/o— Ustaxe. 
 And thy love I'll fondly cherish 
 
 While to me doth life remain. 
 For tliee to live, for thee fo perish, 
 
 Or freely die to spare thee pain. 
 
 Chorue — All a u agoer. 
 Farewell, Ustane \ Farewell, Ustane I 
 
 Thou'lt freely die to spare him pain. 
 Farewell. Ustane ! Farewell, Ustane : 
 
 Thou'lt freely die to spare him pain. 
 
 Chorus— ^.\.um\&. 
 
 The sea is hij^h, the tide is flowing. 
 
 Our ship is waiting- on the shore : 
 
 The wind is fair and freely blowinj^,— 
 
 Wi> wait to bear thee home once more. 
 
 Tliey all sing their sep>arate words in general cliorus.) 
 
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