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SPIT AT HIM
CIRCE: Lashed to fury by two such dire affronts, I want vengeance!
(calling out loud toward outside)
Chamberlains, give him a good beating.
(ordering to Chrysis)
Chrysis, call together all the lowest dregs of the house.
(the Chamberlains give him a sound thumping. soon enter wenches
and drudges.)
Lashed to fury by two such dire affronts, I seek vengeance!
I order you to spit at him!
Drive him from the room in a hurricane of blows and spittle!
(He Claps his hands to his eyes. They begin to beat on him.)
POLYAENOS: I know I deserve it all!
(He flees from the room, driven forth under a hurricane of blows and
spittle.)
(LOVE MUSIC AND DUET) FUSED IN ONE
POLYAENOS: May I ask, sweet lady, what is your name?
CIRCE: Why! did my maid not tell you I am called Circe?
POLYAENOS: Circe.....the daughter of the sun.....
(With these words Circe throws her arms around his neck, and draws
him down on the flower-bespangled grass)
CIRCE and POLYAENOS: Your loveliness draws me irresistibly to
you.
Our bodies join in mutual embraces
Till our very souls seem fused in one.
CIRCE: (swooning) Oh! Polyaenos.
POLYAENOS: Circe!
CIRCE: (ecstatically) Polyaenos!
POLYAENOS: Circe!!
CIRCE: (angrily) Polyaenos!!
PERFECT BEING
POLYAENOS: There are no words to express her beauty,
for anything I say will fall far short of the reality.
No artist ever has created a more perfect being.
Her eyes shine brighter than stars in a moonless sky,
her little mouth is more delicate than Diana's.
All songs Copyright 2000 by Raymond Lewis Pickens
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