Hassan : the story of Hassan of Bagdad, and how he came to make the golden journey to Samarkand : a play in five acts by James Elroy Flecker
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made smooth and hard to fight the battle of love?
HASSAN Are not your lips love's roses, your cheeks love's lilies, your eyes love's hyacinths? YASMIN Ya, Hassan, and my hair the net of love, and my girdle the chain of love that breaks at a lovers touch? HASSAN I am drowning in a wave of madness. Let me in, Yasmin; let me in! YASMIN Ah, if I could! HASSAN Why not? YASMIN Ah, if I dared! HASSAN What do you fear? It is night, and the street is silent. YASMIN: Ah, dear Hassan, but I am not alone. HASSAN (Whispering) Not alone? Who is there? Your mother? |
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