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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JUNIPER
We tremble, TAMARISK and obey. CALIPH (Entering the great room of the house) Thy house is of grand proportions and eccentric architecture, my Host; it is astonishing that such a house should look out on to so mean a street. RAFI It is an old house where the Manichees (the devil roast all heretics!) once held their meetings before they were all flayed alive. It is called the house of the moving walls. CALIPH Why such a name? RAFI I do not know at all. CALIPH The merry noise of music that we heard is silent. RAFI I waited for your permission, my guests, before continuing my meagre entertainment. Ho, music! Ho, dancers! (Claps his hands.) (Music plays. The HOST enters the room and motions his GUESTS |
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