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An Afternoon In A ready 
{Continued from page 90) 
disturbingly like the Youth of her Clinias: I know what it was. 
dream, yet he is not quite the same, 
even though the same actor may im¬ 
personate both. Clinias is browner, 
more rugged. He carries a shepherd’s 
crook. He stops as he catches sight 
of her.) 
Clinias ( calling): Oh, maiden! 
Melitta {returning a short distance ): 
Yes, Stranger? 
Clinias: Then I was right. I thought 
I heard the sound 
Of your sweet voice, and distant sheep 
bells tinkling— 
And yet no sheep I see. 
Melitta: They are beyond the hill. 
The breezes carry 
The sound above this valley to the 
roadside. 
Clinias: But your voice? Were you 
praying to the gods 
And did I interrupt? I see no one. 
Melitta: Hush! {indicating Agathon) 
The old man there. 
He had a dream and shouted it at 
me. {Pause.) 
You seek some one? 
Clinias {blurting it out ): You are 
very beautiful! 
Melitta {afraid, yet fascinated) : Do 
not come near! 
Clinias: Why not? 
Melitta: I do not know you. Who 
are you? Stranger here? 
Clinias: I wander through the coun¬ 
tryside for fortune! 
Whether it be gold—or work—or 
woman—I 
Know not. But life is glorious to 
me. Day, 
Crowded with risks and danger; or 
calm and sweet, 
As this which brings me sight of you; 
—all good! 
Melitta: How do you live? 
Clinias : The gods are good to birds, 
why not to me? 
When I have need, I tend some flocks 
a while, 
Or sing a song, or tell a tale, so 
sleep;— 
Then on. 
Melitta : Then great adventures must 
have befallen you! 
Clinias {laughing) : No more than to 
be pelted off with stones 
By angry shepherds who may see me 
pass. 
Melitta: Cowards! 
Clinias: The gods must be proud of 
your face. A masterpiece! 
Melitta: Stranger! You must not 
speak to me so. 
Clinias: Why not? 
Melitta: My mother often warns me 
not to listen 
To wanderers along the country roads. 
I should go now to join my comrades, 
tending 
Their sheep beyond that hill. 
Clinias: Your mother’s fears were not 
’gainst me, but for 
Those savage men who sweep across 
the land, 
Sword in one hand; spear; shield 
upon the arm. 
They would be fearful, cruel, to you, 
the weak. 
How could I harm you, child? Upon 
my back 
My sheep-skin, in my hands my 
lowly crook? 
Melitta: Your words are sweet. Yet 
I am told 
When words are softest, sweetest, then 
fear treachery. 
Most snaring when a young man 
utters them. 
Clinias: Will you answer me one 
question ? 
Melitta: Yes. 
Clinias : What were you thinking 
about, when I called you? 
Melitta: I cannot tell you. 
Clinias: You need not. 
Melitta: Why not? 
Melitta : What was I thinking about ? 
{Approaching her. She also draws 
closer to him.) 
Clinias : Of your marriage. 
Melitta: Oh! Who told you? How 
could you know? Did my face show 
it? Could you read in my heart? In 
my eyes? I will turn them away! 
Clinlas ( moving to face her): Let me 
see them again. 
Melitta: I will cover them with my 
hands. ( She turns away.) 
Clinias (standing before her and tak¬ 
ing her hands) : Let me look into 
your eyes again. See; 
Look into mine and see their message. 
Melitta: I dare not. (She frees one 
hand, and draws away.) 
Clinias (following her, holding her left 
hand): Why do you tremble so? 
Melitta (pause): Because;—I do not 
know— 
Clinias (winningly) : Think. Is it not 
happiness? (pause) Happiness? 
Melitta: Perhaps—I do not know. 
You must not look at me so. 
Clinias (drawing her back): Happi¬ 
ness? 
Melitta (almost in spite of herself ): 
Yes. 
Clinias (joyously) : You beautiful 
girl! 
Melitta (struggling to free herself) -. 
No! No ! Let me go! Let me go! 
I do not know you! You are hurting 
my wrists! Let me go! Let me go! 
Clinias: Maiden of the beautiful eyes 
and flashing cheeks, I would not hurt 
you. See, I let you go. 
(Melitta retreats towards the side 
of the hill, Clinias following her plead¬ 
ingly.) 
But do not leave me. Say you 
blame me not. 
(During the pause after this, Cleon 
dashes on from the direction of the 
road. He resembles Ares of the 
dream, but wears less armor. He 
bears a small shield, carries a spear, 
and has a short sword at his side.) 
Cleon: Hold! Let the girl alone! 
(Clinias turns quickly, grasps his 
shepherd’s crook firmly, and advances 
to meet Cleon, who looks on, amused. 
Melitta turns apprehensively. When 
she sees the warrior she cries out.) 
Melitta (half-aloud): The dream! 
Cleon . (reassuringly ) : Have no fear, 
my little swallow. I will not let him 
harm you. Do you hear? If you 
annoy her more, you’ll make amends 
to me. 
Melitta (before Clinias can say a 
word) : Annoying me? Not he! He 
would not do me harm. 
(She moves toward Clinias, who is 
between her and Cleon.) 
Cleon: He’ll have no chance. I mean 
to make you mine. 
Melitta: You cannot mean that! 
Clinias (at the same time): You 
scoundrel! 
Cleon : My lad, you’d better exercise 
your legs. 
Clinias: I run from no man. No, not 
you! 
Melitta: You’ll surely do no harm? 
Cleon ( insolently): Not if he stands 
aside. To interfere 
Between me and the thing I want is 
death. 
We soldiers, fresh from war’s priva¬ 
tions, feel 
The power still within our arms; we 
seize 
What we desire. You’re mine be¬ 
cause I want you. 
Clinias (quietly): You have not won 
her yet—from me! In fight, 
\ ou know, the end is certain only at 
The end. You eat your food before 
it’s cooked. 
Most men taste only air that way. 
Cleon (measuring him disdainfully): 
(Continued on page 94) 
