V:3:36 ALAR.
I had exhausted suffering
Ere I could speak to thee. I claim thine oath.
V:3:37 ORAN.
One moment, yet one moment. This is sudden
As it is terrible.
V:3:38 ALAR.
The womb is ripe,
And thou art but the midwife of the birth
I have engendered.
V:3:39 ORAN.
Think how fair she is,
How gracious, how devoted!
V:3:40 ALAR.
Need I thee
To tell me what she is!
V:3:41 ORAN.
Thy children's mother.
V:3:42 ALAR.
Would she were not! Another breast should bear
My children.
V:3:43 ORAN.
Thou inhuman bloody man --
It shall not be, it cannot, cannot be.
I tell thee, tyrant, there's a power abroad
E'en now that crashes thee. The storm that raged
Blows from a mystic quarter. 'Tis the hand
Of Allah guides the tempest of this night.
V:3:44 ALAR.
Thine oath, thine oath!
V:3:45 ORAN.
Accursed be the hour
Thou sparedst my life!
V:3:46 ALAR.
Thine oath, I claim thine oath.
Nay, Moor, what is it? 'Tis a life, and thou
Hast learnt to rate existence at its worth.
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