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Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield, 1804-1881

"Count Alarcos; a Tragedy"

If he have played
Some Pranks here 'tis a fool, and he has marred
More than he'll ever make. My time's worth gems;
My knightly word, dusk Moor, I tell thee truth.
I will forget these jest, but we must meet
This night at my palace.
IV:3:34 ORAN.
I'll see her first.
[Exit ORAN.]
IV:3:35 LEON.
Is it the Carnival? What mummery's this?
What have I heard? One thing alone is clear.
We must be rid of Oran.


SCENE 4

A Chamber in the Palace.
The Countess ALARCOS lying on a Couch,
the Infanta kneeling at her side;
MAIDENS grouped around. A PHYSICIAN and the PAGE.

IV:4:1 SOL.
Didst ever see so fair a skin? Her bodice
Should still be loosened. Bring the Moorish water,
Griselda, you. They are the longest lashes!
They hang upon her cheek. Doctor, there's warmth;
The blood returns?
IV:4:2 PHY.
But slowly.
IV:4:3 SOL.
Beauteous creature!
She seems an angel fallen from some star.
'Twas well we passed. Untie that kerchief, Julia;
Teresa, wave the fan. There seems a glow
Upon her cheek, what but a moment since
Was like a sculptured saint's.
IV:4:4 PHY.
She breathes.


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