"Dunsany, Lord - Five Plays" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

Illanaun:
Is this a true prophecy?

Oorander:
It is all the prophecy we have. Man without prophecy
is like a sailor going by night over uncharted seas.
He knows not where are the rocks nor where the havens.
To the man on watch all things are black and the stars
guide him not, for he knows not what they are.

Illanaun:
Should we not investigate this prophecy?

Oorander:
Let us accept it. It is as the small, uncertain light
of a lantern, carried as it may be by a drunkard, but
along the shore of some haven. Let us be guided.

Akmos:
It may be that they are but benevolent gods.

Agmar:
There is no benevolence greater than our benevolence.

Illanaun:
Then we need do little: they portend no danger to us.

Agmar:
There is no anger greater than our anger.

Oorander:
Let us make sacrifices to them if they be gods.

Akmos:
We humbly worship you, if ye be gods.

Illanaun: {kneeling too}
You are mightier than all men and hold high rank among
other gods and are lords of this our city, and have the
thunder as your plaything and the whirlwind and the
eclipse and all the destinies of human tribes -- if ye
be gods.

Agmar:
Let the pestilence not fall at once on this city, as it
had indeed designed to; let not the earthquake swallow
it all immediately up amid the howls of the thunder;
let not infuriated armies overwhelm those that escape
-- if we be gods --