"Dunsany, Lord - Plays of Gods and Men" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

orchids a wonder and a glory?

Ludibras:
They have been thought so, your Majesty; they were
pretty in Barbul-el-Sharnak where they were rare.

King:
But when the sun comes over them in the morning, when
the dew is on them still; are they not glorious then?
Indeed, they are very glorious.

Ludibras:
I think they would be glorious if they were blue, and
there were fewer of them.

King:
I do not think so. But you, Ichtharion, you think the
city beautiful?

Ichtharion:
Yes, your Majesty.

King:
Ah. I am glad you love it. It is to me adorable.

Ichtharion:
I do not love it, your Majesty. I hate it very much.
I know it is beautiful because your Majesty has said
so.

Ludibras:
This city is dangerously unhealthy, your Majesty.

Harpagas:
It is dangerous to be absent from Barbul-el-Sharnak.

Ichtharion:
We implore your Majesty to return to the centre of the
World.

King:
I will not go again to Barbul-el-Sharnak.

{Exeunt King and attendants. Ichtharion, Ludibras and
Harpagas remain.}

{Enter Arolind and Carolyx; each goes up to her husband
very affectionate.}

Arolind: