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AGRICOLA Luen teille ainoastaan luvun tai korkeintaan pari.

TEITTI Mutta mit? papereita nuo ovat?

AGRICOLA. Ovatpahan vain. Jospa alan Matheuksen yhdennest?kolmatta luvusta. "Ja kuin he l?hestyit Jerosolimat ja tulit Betphagen oljom?en tyk?, silloin Jesus l?hetti kaksi opetuslasta, sanoden heille: Meng?t kyl??n, joka on teid?n edess?n ja kohta te l?yd?tte aasintamman sidottuna, ja varsan h?nen kansans, p??st?k?t ne ja tuokat minulle. Ja jos joku teille jotakin sanopi, niin sanokat: Herra niit? tarvitsee, ja kohta h?n laskee teid?t."

TEITTI Mutta ... mit? ihmett?!

SIMO. Tuota ... kuinka sin? sit? suomeksi...

AGRICOLA "Mutta n?m? kaikki tapahduit, ett? se t?ytett?isin kuin sanottu oli prophetan kautta, joka sanoi: Sanokat Sionin tytt?relle, katso sinun kuningas tulee sinulle sivi?, istuen aasintamman p??ll? ja ikeenalaisen aasinvarsan p??ll?."

TEITTI Mutta ... sin?k? sit? olet siihen kirjoittanut?

AGRICOLA. Niin. Ja -- tied?ttek?, veljet, min? olen p??tt?nyt jatkaa t?t?, kunnes meill? on koko raamattu suomenkielell?.

SIMO. Koko raamattu suomenkielell?!

She is seeking us; be still. My lady?

Why are you pale?

Camarin--you saw? They were not as their wont is.

Evil will come of it, to us some evil, Or to Yolanda and Amaury's love. But, there; the women.

A fool I am....

You, Moro, have deferred me; now, no more. Whether it is suspicion eats in me, Mistrust and fret and doubt--of whom I say not, Or whether desire and unsubduable To see Amaury sceptred--I care not.

Slave, to your lady who awaits me, say I'm here and now have chosen.

None can be great who will not hush his heart To hold a sceptre, and Amaury must. He is Lusignan and his lineage Will drown in him Yolanda's loveliness.

Of whom?--Of whom, and what?

So does the Holy Church instill him.

A swallow on the battlements to-day Fell from the hawk: you soothed and set it free. This, then, you would not--!

Vittia. Ah! Amaury?--It is? His speed upon the road? now at the gates?

My, my Yolanda! To touch you is as triumph to the blood, Is as the boon of battle to the strong!

But of some tribute incense to this beauty! Dear as the wind wafts from undying shrines Of mystery and myrrh! I'd have the eloquence of quickened moons Pouring upon the midnight magical, To say all I have yearned, Now, with your head pillowed upon my breast! Slow sullen speech come to my soldier lips, Rough with command, and impotent of softness? Come to my lips! or fill so full my eyes That the unutterable, shall seem as sweet To my Yolanda. But how now? tears?

Pining along the pages of a book-- This, telling of that Italy madonna Whose days were sad--I have forgotten how. Is it not so?

Mother?

Had Renier but come, perhaps I might ...

O were I dead this sinning would awake me?... And yet I care not ... No, I will forget.

Soon he will come up from the cool, and touch Away my weakness with mad tenderness. Soon he will ... Ah!

The cross!... My dream!... Yolanda!

Mercy of God, move in me!... Sacrilege!

Go from me and behind leave no farewell....

Give me thy being once again, thy beauty. For it I'm mad as bacchanals for wine.

Once more be to me all that woman may! Let us again take rapture wings and rise Up to our world of love, guilt would unsphere. Let us live over days that passed as streams Limpid by lotus-banks unto the sea, O'er all the whispered nights that we have clasped Knowing the heights and all the deeps of passion! But speak, and we shall be amid the stars.

Strength now to walk it! strength unfaltering.

Ah, it is he!

Why, then--Amaury!

CURTAIN.

ACT II

SEVERAL DAYS HAVE ELAPSED.

The price of vinegar! who'll buy!--Not I! Not I! Not I! Not I!

But see him now--a mummy of the Nile! Who died of choler!

What does he think of?

For lord Amaury! does he so indeed?

Lord Renier's gall, remember, if she learns.

With reason!... knowing, lady, what, here, now, Is rumoured of a baron And lady Yolanda!... Pardon!

Pity alone we owe to sin not blame. And they who love may stray, it seems, beyond All justice of our judging.-- Is evil mad enchantment come upon The portals of this castle?

Lady, I will go in.

What have you told him?

I have not--and I will not.

But I have a request that, if you grant, Will lead peace back to us ... and from us draw This fang of fate.

Then it shall be, at once ... But no, I first Have a confession.

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