Lucky Pehr by August Strindberg
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page 71 of 102 (69%)
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LISA. Yes, when you love me.
PEHR. But I do! LISA. No, you do not; so far you love only yourself. Out again, Pehr, and learn something! There are not many wishes left to you; the greatest but most dangerous one is ahead of you--Power! That is the highest thing a frail mortal can attain. But woe to him who misuses it! He is the world's greatest criminal, for he makes a caricature of Our Blessed Lord! Farewell, King! thy crown awaits thee! [Disappears.] PEHR. Oh, my queen! CURTAIN. ACT FOUR SCENE ONE. Interior of a palace in Oriental style. To right a throne, before it a table, with royal regalia; to left a divan, pillows arranged on floor in a semi-circle. At rise of curtain The Ameer discovered lying on floor writing on a paper scroll. [Enter Chamberlain of the Caliph.] |
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