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[_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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