ushed by her look).
And I?
[Looks down at his feet.]
My name is Ganem,
Ganem, the slave of love.
[He sinks before her, clasping her feet.]

GUeLISTANE.
Go quickly, go!
I hear thy father, go! I bid thee go!
I will not have them find us here together.

GANEM.
I have a silly smile, quite meaningless,
'Twould serve me well to look him in the face.

[GUeLISTANE goes up the stairs. The Armenian
slave comes from below. GANEM turns to go
out on the right.]

SLAVE.
Was Guelistane with thee?

GANEM. [Shrugs his shoulders.]

SLAVE.
But thou wast speaking.

GANEM.
Aye, with my hound.

SLAVE.
Then she is doubtless here.

[He goes up the stairs. The stage remains
empty awhile, then SHALNASSAR enters
from the left with three slaves hearing vessels
and ornaments. He has everything set down by
the left wall, where there is a table with low seats.]

SHALNASS.
Put this down here, this here. Now ye may serve.

[He goes to the lowest step of the stairway.]

Ah, convalescents, so they say, should seek
The sun. Well, here I stand,

[GUeLISTANE comes down and he leads her to the gifts.]

And know no more
Of sickness, than that amber is its work,
And pearls, when it resides in trees or oysters.
My word, they both are here. And here are birds,
Quite lifelike, woven into gleaming silk,
If it be worth thy while to look at them.

GUeLISTANE.
This is too much.

SHALNASS.
Aye, for a pigeon-house,
But scarcely for a chamber large enough
To hold such rose-perfume as yonder vases
Exhale, and yet not fill the air to stifling.

GUeLISTANE.
O see, what wondrous vases!

SHALNASS.
This is onyx,
And that one Chrysophrase, beneath thy notice.
Impenetrable they are called, but odors
Can pass their walls as they were rotten wood.

GUeLIS