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Page 36
_Jean_.
O, and I thought it was my love at last!
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave, irresistible love!--But this!
It's like a man deformed, with half his limbs.
Am I never to have the love I dream and need,
Pouring over me, into me, winds of fire?
HAMISH _comes in_.
_Hamish_.
Well? What's the mood to-night?--The girl's been crying!
This should be something queer.
_Jean_.
It's you are to blame:
You brought him here!
_Hamish_.
It's Morris this time, is it?
And what has he done?
_Jean_.
He's insulted me.
And you must never let me see him again.
_Hamish_.
Sure I don't want him seeing you. But still,
If I'm to keep you safe from meeting him--
_Jean_.
To look in his eyes would mortify my heart!
_Hamish_.
Then you'ld do right to pay me.
_Jean_.
What you please.
_Hamish_.
A kiss?
_Jean_.
Of course; as many as you like--
And of any sort you like.
KATRINA
I
_On the sea-coast. Three young men_, SYLVAN, VALENTINE,
_and_ FRANCIS.
_Valentine_.
Well, I suppose you're out of your fear at last,
Sylvan. This land's empty enough; naught here
Feminine but the hens, bitches, and cows.
Now we are safe!
_Francis_.
Horribly safe; for here,
If there are wives at all, they are salted so
They have no meaning for the blood, bent things
Philosophy allows not to be women.
_Valentine_.
But think of the husbands that must spend their nights
Alongside skin like bark. It is the men
That have the tragedy in these weather'd lands.
_Francis_.
No thought of that! We are monks now. And, indeed,
This is a cloister that a man could like,
This blue-aired space of grassy land, that here,
Just as it touches the sea's bitter mood,
Is troubled into dunes, as it were thrilled,
Like a calm woman trembling against love.
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