[_Has heard a moan._
Hither harasser
Of these my thoughts?
Ha! is it Lamora
Followed by Cormo?
Curses like vampires
Fall on his head!
[_Steps aside._
_Lamora (entering in despair)._ Mother! sweet mother,
Far in the Eastland,
Soon must thy daughter
Pass from earth's day!
Ne'er shall a boy-babe
Suck from her bosom
Valor to strangle
Wolves in the lair!
Never shall husband
From the red war-fields
Bring her the foeman's spoils!
_Cormo (behind her)._ Lamora, proud one--
_Lamora._ Leave me, viper!
Stand from me farther!
Will you e'en now
With tongue spit poison
On my last ebbing hour?
_Cormo._ Nay, maiden, cruel,
But I will aid thee.
Words are as smoke,
Deeds as flame!
Hear! I will save thee
From Druid talons
And bear thee whither thou wilt:
Give but thy vow to wed me!
_Lamora._ Wed thee?--thee?...
Never--while cliffs
O'er the plain jutting
Plight void death to the leaper!
Never while waves
Curl gray lips
Yearning to gulf the doomed!
_Cormo._ Then thou shalt die! shalt die!
Druids shall gash
Streamings of life
Out of thy shrinking sides!
_Lamora._ Then die I will!...
But not thro fear.
Coward of Britons,
Will I e'er mother
Child of thy loins.
Rather let flames,
Tongues of the gods,
Suck the red life from my breast.
Yea, let the gods,
Glutless as men,
And, as women,
Treacherous, vain--
Strike, at the call of thy Queen!
[_Goes, followed by_ CORMO.
_Brude (coming forward)._ No! thou shalt live, live, live!
[_Goes into cave, then comes forth with a knife._
SCENE III: _Midnight. A stormy glade in the forest. On one
side a cromlech whereon_ LAMORA _lies bound_: CORLUN _beside
her with an uplifted blade of gold. On the other side
Druids--around a pot of serpents over a fire in the cavern of
an uprooted tree._
[BRUDE _is among them, watchful._
_Corlun (chanting)._ Orpo!--Ai!--
Now shall the Roman
Backward be driven,
O gods!
Orpo!--Ai!--
For to the death stroke
Lamora's given,
O gods!
Orpo! Ai!--
Her skyward soul
Thro the dank dark shall rise,
As the morn's sun
Unto your halls
Far o'er the skies.
And she shall say
Thus Druid
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