Vishwamya Monologue from The Immortal Lure

From The Immortal Lure by Cale Young Rice

male · anguished · 58 sec

At every death may you despair Of ever acquiring merit! Rishyas (terrified). Father! Vishwamya (to him). Aye! [ (His strength failing.) For love, blood guilty boy, the love which she Has slipped into your heart, is the curse of the world, The immortal lure of all the generations! Your arms have ached with it about her body, But know that in the city whence she came All evil men feel in their hearts this ache. And that you may escape from it, know this: Not your arms, yours alone, have been entwined About this poison-flower--but, perchance, [ (Sinking back.) The arms of many. Rishyas ((starting painedly.)). What is it he means? [ (With emotions he does not understand.) Koil, what has he said?

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