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

dressed! But who is there to see me? I am alone in
the jungle, and here I shall be buried.

Ludibras:
But...

Arolind:
Oh, will you not leave me alone? Is nothing sacred to
you? Not even my grief?

{Exeunt Arolind and Carolyx.}

Harpagas: {To Ludibras}
What are we to do?

Ludibras:
All women are alike.

Ichtharion:
I do not allow my wife to speak to me like that.

{Exeunt Harpagas and Ludibras.}

I hope Tharmia will not weep; it is very distressing to
see a woman in tears.

{Enter Tharmia.}

Do not be unhappy, do not be at all unhappy. But I
have been unable to persuade the King to return to
Barbul-el-Sharnak. You will be happy here after a
little while.

Tharmia: {breaks into loud laughter}
*You* are the King's adviser. Ha -- ha -- ha!
*You* are the Grand High Vizier of the Court. Ha -- ha
-- ha. *You* are the warder of the golden wand. Ha --
ha -- ha! O, go and throw biscuits to the King's dog.

Ichtharion:
What!

Tharmia:
Throw little ginger biscuits to the King's dog.
Perhaps he will obey you. Perhaps you will have some
influence with the King's dog if you feed him with
little biscuits. You -- {Laughs and exits.}

Ichtharion: {Sits with his miserable head in his hands.}