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

lie and say that we were still at Marma. So shall they
seem more pious than you all, pretending that they
alone have seen the gods. Fools shall believe them and
share in their damnation.

Oorander: {to Illanaun}
Hush! You anger the gods.

Illanaun:
I am not sure who I anger.

Oorander:
It may be they are the gods.

Illanaun:
Where are these men from Marma?

Citizen:
Here are the dromedary men; they are coming now.

Illanaun: {to Agmar}
The holy pilgrims from your shrine are come to worship
you.

Agmar:
The men are doubters. How the gods hate the word!
Doubt ever contaminated virtue. Let them be cast into
prison and not besmirch your purity. {Rising} Let
them not enter here.

Illanaun:
But oh, most reverend deity from the Mountain, we also
doubt, most reverend deity.

Agmar:
You have chosen. You have chosen. And yet it is not
too late. Repent and cast these men into prison and it
may not be too late. *The gods have never wept.* And
yet when they think upon damnation and the dooms that
are withering a myriad bones, then almost, were they
not divine, they could weep. Be quick! Repent of your
doubt.

{Enter the Dromedary Men.}

Illanaun:
Most reverend deity, it is a mighty doubt.

Citizens:
*Nothing has killed him! They are not the gods!*