Lady, O dawn’s delight, let there be a banquet. Let the great ones of Shaldomir be bidden there.
There shall be a banquet, Hafiz.
Soon, O lady. Let it be soon, sole lily of the garden.
It shall be soon, Hafiz.
And above all, O lady, bid Daoud, the son of the baker.
He shall be bidden, Hafiz.
O lady, it is well.
Go now, Hafiz.
Lady, I go [giving a bag of gold to Bazzalol]. Silence. Silence. Silence.
Let the tomb speak; let the stars cry out; but do you be silent.
Hafiz [to Thoothoobaba]
And you. Though this one speak, yet be silent, or dread the shadow of Hafiz el Alcolahn.
[He drops a bag of gold. Thoothoobaba goes down and grabs at the gold; his eyes gloat over it.]
Master, I speak not. Oh-h-h.
Miralda arranges herself on the cushions. She looks idly at each Nubian. The Nubians put each a finger over his lips and go on fanning with one hand.]
A queen. I shall look sweet as a queen.
[Enter John. She rises to greet him caressingly.
Oh, you have brought Daoud with you.
You know that I don’t like Daoud.
I wish to speak with him.
[Miralda looks straight at John and moves away in silence. Exit L.]
Daoud, one day in spring, in the cemetery of those called Blessed, beyond the city’s gates, you swore to me by the graves of both your parents . . . .