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.) WINDFLOWERS OF ASKLEPIADES.Translated from the Greek by EDWARD STORER.[Asklepiades lived and made his epigrams about the end of Wine, five drakhmas; sausage, two eggs, hares, tunny,the fourth century B.C.He was a Samian, a contemporary of sesame, honeycombs.To-morrow we will go into that.Theokritos, and in the Crown of Meleager his emblem is the Run, now, to Aiskhra, the perfume-seller, and tell her wewindflower, the wild anemone which first sprang up in the is- know she gave herself five times to Bakkho, for the bed is wit-land of Cyprus from the tears shed by Aphrodite over the grave ness to it.of Adonis.Thus is this poet of love delicately associated with V.Kypris.] On the Tomb of an Hetaira. I hold Arkheanassa, the hetaira of Kolophon, in whose verywrinkles love lived.I.O you, her lovers, who plucked the early flowers of her firstThe Crown of Spring.youth, through what flames you have passed.Sweet for the thirsty in summer is snow to drink; sweet for VI.sailors after winter s storms to see the crown of spring; but The Dread of the Sea.sweeter still when beneath one coverlet two lovers lie, and Kypris Keep eight cubits away from me, stormy sea, and swell andis praised by both.roar with all your might.II.If you wash away my mound, what will that profit you? YouThe Rose Garland.will find only bones and dust.Stay here, my flowers, hanging by this porch, and do not shed VII.too soon those petals I have wetted with my tears, for the eyes To the Hetaira Philanion.of lovers are always ready with tears.The wanton Philanion has hurt me, and though my grief isBut when the door opens and you see her, drip down your not to be seen, it flows through me to my finger tips.rain over her head, so that at least that golden hair may drink It is over with me, Loves, I am ruined; I perish.Lightheart-my tears.edly enough I went to our first meeting, and now I am in Hades.III.VIII.The Revel.Kleopatra s Ring.Run over to the Agora, Demetrios, and ask Amyntos for three Drunkenness * am I a gem worked by a subtle hand.Ibluefish, two crabs and two dozen prawns, which he will count am graven in amethyst, and the subject and the stone are ill-himself, and come back here with them.assorted.Bring, too, six crowns of roses from Thauborios and on But I am the precious property of Kleopatra, and on the fin-the way stop and tell Tryphera not to be late.ger of a queen even drunkenness should be sober.IV.IX.Aiskhra, the Perfume-Seller.The Signs of Love.Bring us twenty prawns do you hear? and five coronals Wine is a test of love.Although Nikagoras denied his pas-of roses.What! you ve no money, you say.This is just robbery.sion to us, his many cups of wine accused him.Won t some one torture this Lapith on the wheel for me? It s a Moreover, he wept and hung his head, and seemed sad, andpirate we ve got, not a slave.his coronal was all awry.You have done nothing wrong, you say? Nothing? Bring the account; and, Phryne, come here with the reckoning stones.O*A play on words: Methe, drunkenness, and a-methe, not drunkennesssly fox! and amethyst.To wear the stone was supposed to keep people sober.91 92 THE INTERNATIONALLADY GODIVA.A Comedy by JOSEPH BERNARD RETHY.Time: About 1050.knight.He must be in hiding somewhere near the castle andPlace: Coventry, England.has probably bribed one of the servants to slip this under theCharacters: Lady Godiva; Lord Leofric of Coventry, Hus- door.If Lord Leofric knew he would slay all the servants inband of Lady Godiva; Marie Andot, maid to Lady Godiva, his rage.and peasants of Coventry.Lady Godiva: Lord Leofric be damned, as we say in theScene: The dressing room of Lady Godiva.The room is court of France.I will yet find my darling poet knight and Icharmingly decorated in the French style of that period, al- shall love him in this very room.Lord Leofric shall wear theready finer than any other fashion in Europe.longest pair of horns that ever a husband wore.You shall see,Lady Godiva: (Seated before her dressing table.) I am so Marie.I am in love.When a French lady loves she denies herbeautiful.My hair is softer than silk and darker than the eyes lover nothing.He shall see my hair which reaches to my knee.of a tiger.My eyes reflected in the mirror are like two stars He shall see my wonderful figure.I shall make his dreamsglowing alone in the heavens.Has any one possessed a skin so come true, his poems a reality.delightful as mine? I am sure that Cleopatra, the Queen of Marie Andot: Lady Godiva, you are indeed a mistress worthSheba, or Salome were not lovelier than I am.I am the most serving.I would die for you.Nowadays these modern womenbeautiful woman in England.profess to be little interested in love.Why in London they areMarie Andot: Lady Godiva, you are the most beautiful actually demanding.(a knock is heard on the door.Ladywoman in Europe.You are the most beautiful woman in the Godiva hastily places the poem in her corsage.Marie opensworld.the door.)Lady Godiva: How enchanting to hear praise in this uncouth Marie: (closing the door) The delegation of peasants is here.England.I know you are flattering me, Marie, but I love it Shall they be shown up?nevertheless.Besides, I know it is the truth you are saying.Lady Godiva: Well let them come up.I love them be-But what is the good of being beautiful among such swine? cause they hate Leofric.The brute wishes to tax them untilThere is no one in Coventry who knows that I am beautiful, or they can barely subsist.I will listen to what they have to saywho cares.I could ride through Coventry naked; no one would and plead their cause before his lordship.He is afraid of me.be thrilled by my glorious body.O, France, why did we ever (Another knock is heard at the door.)leave you? Marie: Here they are, Lady Godiva.(Five well built, com-Marie Andot: But you insisted upon marrying that ridicu- fortably dressed peasants enter the room.One, with one oflous Lord Leofric.I knew you could never really love him.those open candid faces which denotes the sneak, acts asLady Godiva: My marriage was a foolish girl s whim.But I spokesman for the others, who seem stunned by the grandeuram not really married.I have never been alone with my hus- of the room.His name is Leigh Blunt.)band.You know that, Marie.I am still a girl.I cannot stand Leigh Blunt: Most gracious lady, you are so kind to us poorhis black beard, his gruff manners.If he were to touch me I starving beggars.Therefore we have come to beg of you toshould scream.And the big bully is afraid of me.His attempts plead our cause before his lordship.Our taxes are already tooto make love to his wife are most absurd.O, Marie, I am so heavy for such feeble backs as we possess.Daily we toil frommiserable.early morning till late at night.And always the lord becomesMarie Andot: Do not be so sad, Lady Godiva.There is one richer while we become poorer.Now on top of this we havewho really cares.The mysterious knight has sent you another been notified that our taxes would be raised again in a fort-poem.(Hands her mistress a parchment folded in two.) night.Lord Leofric (He pauses.A heavy step is heard quicklyLady Godiva: O, how lovely! Give it to me quick, Marie.advancing towards the room.It is Lord Leofric.He burstsThe one ray of sunshine in this dreary life.Marie, you are a into the door like a tornado.His face is livid.He can barelydear.(Reads aloud the following poem.) talk for anger.The peasants tremble.Blunt almost faints.LadyTo Lady Godiva, Most Beautiful of All the Godiva and Marie Andot are speechless.)Women That Have Ever Lived.Lord Leofric: (To the peasants) Out of this room, you damnedIn all my dreams awake or in slumber vermin
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