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The 
 MASTER'S VOICE 
 
 A DRAMA IN THREE ACTS 
 
 By 
 
 MAI PIPES 
 
 of "The White Wolf" 
 
 "The King's Wish" 
 
 "The Fairy Well" 
 
 MAI PIPES, Author and Publisher 
 
 4613 N. Kedzie Avenue Chicago, Illinois 
 
 1915 
 

 Copyright 1915, by Mai Pipes 
 
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 THE ROYAL MOTHER 
 
 LITTLE PRINCESS EUNICE 
 
 LYGIA, Her Nurse 
 
 THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS 
 
 MARTA, a Slave 
 
 MARTHA, Principle Christian, 
 
 INEZ 1 
 
 ANN [ Christians 
 
 MYRIAM 
 
 CECELIA, Mistress of the Lions 
 
 Favorite Slaves to Royal Mother 
 
 AMRAH 
 
 NERVA 
 
 NAZARIE 
 
 PSYLLIA 
 
 POPPEE 
 
 TIRZA 
 
 ESTHER \ Slaves of Eunice 
 
 IRAS 
 
 Slaves, Attendants, Dancing Girls, Christians, Populace, 
 
THE MASTER^S VOICE 
 
 ACT ONE. 
 
 Scenery: Fountain playing and flowers about low wall 
 of pool. Court of the Palace. Music soft and low. 
 
 {Enter little Princess^ sandals ^ white gown, and gold — dove 
 upon finger.) Ah, my pretty dove, I love thee — fly, fly 
 away. (Throws kiss from tip of fingers — laughingly looks 
 about — stage in blue lights — one attenda?it asleep near pool.) 
 
 Little Princess Eunice. My good Mart a, sleep closes 
 thine eyes. The Palace waits upon my Royal Mother, 
 and Eunice may dance and laugh, for there are none to 
 frown upon her, in this hour. 
 
 {Goes to pool, throws up the sparkling drops — laughs a 
 happy laugh.) Ah, how thou dost sparkle, crystal drops, 
 like diamonds in the sun. {Runs up stage, looks about —^ 
 then down — and off with sandals. As toes touch water a 
 merry laugh.) Ah, thou art so cool {laughs) woe is me if 
 my Royal Mother comes upon me thus. {Dance in bare- 
 feet with garland of flowers and end picture by looking into 
 pool — wreath upon head — at almost end of dance, enter un- 
 observed, the Mother with court attendants. Picture about 
 steps and back stage — music ends — silence — Eunice looks 
 about, startled — a picture of loveliness.) 
 
 Eunice. Mother ! 
 
THE MASTERS S V O J C E 
 
 Mother. Such actions wait not well upon a Princess 
 of this royal house. 
 
 Eunice. Ah, my mother, chide me not — it is from 
 very happiness that I dance. O, it is so good to feel the 
 glad new life bounding through thy veins and the laugh- 
 ter gurgling up into thy throat like prisoned bird beating 
 against the bars of thy lips to be released. {Looks at her 
 Queen Mother who stands sternly looking upon her.) 
 
 Eunice. {With winsome way.) How wondrous fair thou 
 art, my Royal Mother. (StgAj.) I would I could be as lovely. 
 
 Princess' Mother. {Smiles and comes down.) 'Tis well 
 thou knowest how to voice appreciations of my charms. 
 Come {to slaves) wait upon me in the court beyond. 
 
 {Proudly walks across stage.) 
 
 {Eunice puts forth her little hands — hungry for love — then 
 drops upon the wall of the pool and sighs and weeps. En- 
 ter Nurse.) 
 
 Lygia. Nay, weep not, my sweet Eunice — dost thou 
 not know it cannot always be the summer — there must 
 be the winter — it is then the flowers rest. We are no 
 different from all else that is made — we too must know 
 the warmth of love and the bitter cold of neglect and 
 pain. Come, look up. Let Lygia see the summer of 
 thy smile again. 
 
 Enter Slave. Gentle mistress, the fair daughter of the 
 royal house of J aims draweth nigh. 
 
 {Daughter calls and runs in laughingly .) Eunice, Eunice. 
 Here I am, sweet damsel. 
 
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 Eunice. Eunice giveth thee welcome. 
 
 Daughter. How glad I am to see thee, my Eunice. I 
 have come for thee if thy Lygia will grant it me. 
 
 Eunice. (Runs with her to opposite side of stage like 
 children — happy — dancing in the sun.) Nay, I care not 
 why thou hast come, I only know thou art here. I am 
 so happy. I would speak with thee alone. Peace — give 
 me thine ear and the story from thy lips again of thy re- 
 turn to life by the touch of the Master upon thy brow. 
 O telleth me how He looketh once again. It seemeth I 
 could love Him well if I too might but see Him. Thou 
 knowest I have not the freedom to come and go as thou 
 hast. My father's royal wife keepeth me here within 
 these walls — never even to thy house have I permission 
 to go. 0, I wish my own sweet mother had not left me 
 so alone. {Sobs.) 
 
 Daughter. Fair Eunice, I wish I might give to thee 
 my Mother to comfort thee. 
 
 Eunice. I know thou art ever good and I love thee 
 well. Now tell me of that Master whom thou lovest. 
 
 Daughter. If thou will never tire of that wondrous 
 story, no more will I. Thus my father telleth me: He 
 sayeth that his heart was wrought with anguish when he 
 sought the Master in the multitude to drive from me 
 this illness. As my father waited, a messenger came 
 unto him saying: "Thy daughter is dead.'* "Why 
 troubleth the Master further?" But my father paid no 
 heed, he looked upon the Man and spake, "My daughter 
 is even now dead, but come, Master, lay thy hand upon 
 
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 her and she shaii live." And Jesus arose and followed 
 him and so did his disciples and when Jesus came unto 
 my father's house and saw the hired mourners, He said 
 unto them, ''Why make ye this ado? The maid is not 
 dead, but sleepeth;" and they laughed him to scourn, 
 but when the people were put forth. He taketh my father 
 and mother with Him and entereth in where I was lying 
 and taking my hand in His, spake thus: "Damsel, I say 
 unto thee arise," and straightway I arose and walked, 
 they did say. I know not if this be so, but O, my Eunice, 
 that thrilling touch upon my brow and the wondrous 
 tenderness of that look He gaveth me as He did smile 
 upon me maketh me to love Him with my life. 
 
 Eunice. If I might but see Him, too. 
 
 Daughter. That is why I have come for thee. So 
 thy wish might be fulfilled. Upon this very day He 
 rideth into Jerusalem; from a housetop we canst see Him 
 if thou canst but gain thy nurse. 
 
 Eunice. O daughter of the royal house, it shall be 
 done. {Calls nurse Lygia.) Lygia, sweet, sweet Lygia, 
 wilt thou not taketh us to see Him .? He rideth into Jeru- 
 salem in an hour. This fair damsel didst come to fetch 
 us to Him. 
 
 Lygia. Nay, thy royal mother wilt refuse. 
 
 Eunice. I careth not. We can slip away unseen. 
 Thou knowest how thou hast taught me to love Him. 
 Thou lovest Him thyself and oft have told me of His 
 works. Canst thou refuse to let me see Him.^ 
 
THE M ASTE R^ S VOIC E 
 
 Lygia. I fear, I fear. If thy father's wife doth know 
 'tis certain death. She hateth this Man and all who fol- 
 low Him and hath poisoned thy father's heart against 
 this great good Man. She loveth thee, my Eunice, not 
 too well, and fear sits upon my heart for thee. 
 
 Eunice. I feareth not, good Lygia, take me to where 
 I canst see Him and heareth His Voice and I careth not 
 what may come. Come, sweet Lygia, come. 
 
 Lygia. So be it. {Claps hands; Slaves enter.) Mantles 
 of darkest fabric. We goeth forth alone and let silence 
 seal thy lips. 
 
 Daughter. Sweet Eunice, make ready thy heart with 
 gladness, thou goest forth, at last, to meet Him whom 
 thy soul doth long to see. {Enter Slaves with cloaks.) 
 
 ACT TWO 
 
 Scene L A Housetop. Enter number of Christians. 
 
 Martha. Well met, Lygia, I was coming for thee. {To 
 Eunice.) Rejoice greatly, O daughter, of Jerusalem, be- 
 hold thy Kirg cometh unto thee. {To others.) The news 
 hath swept all Bethany. Thus it is that a very great 
 multitude is prepared to receive and welcome the De- 
 liverer who ha.th raised the dead. 
 
 (Shouts without — off — Hosanna — Hosanna. Blessed is 
 He that cometh in the name of the Lord.) Dost hear the 
 shouting Hosanna, Hosanna — 'tis a good word that Ho- 
 
THE MA SXE_ R ' S_ V O^i C E 
 
 sanna — dost see Him there yonder over the Hill of Evil 
 Counsel? They have found a colt and are putting their 
 garments over it to do Him regal honor. Now they have 
 lifted Him upon it — they cometh this way. {Shouts.) 
 Hosanna — Hosanna — Hosanna — Hosanna. 
 
 Inez, 1st Christian. Look — a little lad hath plucked 
 Him a great branch and thrown it before Him. 
 
 Ann, 2nd Christian. It seemeth the multitude doth 
 the same; they are spreading out their garments to 
 tapestry His path and keep tearing down the boughs of 
 Oiive and Fig and Walnut to scatter before Him. {Ho- 
 sanna — Hosanna.) {Nearer.) 
 
 Myriam, 3rd Christian. He lookcth like some gentile 
 Prince. 
 
 Martha. Nay, He is King and more; hark you the 
 Son of David, for that is what they call Him. {Shouts — 
 very near.) {Hosanna to the Son of David.) 
 
 All on Stage Answer. Blessed is the King of Israel 
 that cometh in the name of the Lord. 
 
 All. Hosanna in the highest. Hossanna in the highest. 
 
 Lygia. Behold He standeth in the court straight be- 
 low us and blind men and sick folk and all are crowding 
 about Him and lo, they go forth from Him whole. 
 
 Inez. See yonder the chief Priests and Scribes and 
 Pharisees, they but standeth silent with wonderment, 
 gnashing their teeth in their impotence — for they dareth 
 not do aught, they are powerless to do aught, for the 
 whole world hath gone after him. 
 
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T HE MAST ER'S VOICE 
 
 {Shouts loud and full — in the adoration of a multitude.) 
 Hosanna, Hosanna, to the Son of David. Blessed is 
 the King! 
 
 Eunice. Peace, He Speaketh. 
 
 (Hushed the cries and music to low murmur.) 
 Eunice. Canst thou heareth — what does He say? 
 
 Daughter. Jesus answereth them, saying: "The hour is 
 come. Verily, Verily, I say unto you : He that loveth 
 his life shall lose it and he that hateth his life in this 
 world shall keep it unto life eternal." 
 
 Eunice. O, daughter of the royal house, my soul is 
 troubled — what meaneth these words .^ 
 
 Daughter. Peace, he speaketh once again. Come 
 nearer, (i^^^^^^j.) "If any man serve me, let him follow me 
 and where I am there shall also my servant be. Verily, 
 if any man serve me, let him follow me." 
 
 Eunice. But for this came I unto this hour. 
 
 {Repeats.) "If any man serve me, let him follow me;" 
 my soul is troubled, can it be He meaneth this for me? 
 
 All. Hosanna, Hosanna. 
 
 Daughter. My Lygia, how wondrous are His words! 
 "While ye have the light, believe in the light — while ye 
 have me, believe in me." 
 
 Eunice. {Troubled and alone.) 
 
 {Down, right of stage.y''\\i\\i\e ye have me, believe in me." 
 
 Oh, Lord and Master, wilt the hour ever come when thou 
 
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 wilt be hidden from our eyes? O, the utter darkness and 
 desolation of that hour. Even the thought beareth me 
 to the* earth. Loved Master, give me whatsoever Thou 
 doth wish; take from me whatever seemeth best to Thee; 
 do with me as Thou wilt — only let me too be of that num- 
 ber that loveth Thee above all things, so faithfully and so 
 tenderly. 
 
 Ail. Hosanna, Hosanna, Blessed is the King. 
 
 Lygia. Sweet E^.unice, come closer to the wall — He 
 hath but lifted a little child up into His arms — see^ — 
 behold, the eyes of the Man are upon us — He looketh to 
 thee, my Eunice, He stretcheth forth His hand; He smiles 
 upon thee, my child, to thy knees — the King of all Israel 
 speaketh to thee. Open thine heart to the Master's 
 Voice. 
 
 {All on stage.) Blessed is he that cometh in the name 
 of the Lord, Hosanna to the Son of David. 
 
 Eunice. {On knees and hands ovt, a smile like light upo?i 
 her face, munc wondrous soft and low as she calls clear and 
 low.) Master, wilt Thou take me with you. 
 
 Voice. [Wondrous sweet. All listen in awe and won- 
 derment.) My child, pain is the only portion that e'er I 
 canst give to thee, and sorrow the only blessing. Still, 
 wilt thou come with me.^ 
 
 Eunice. Aye, Master, whither thou goest, I will go and 
 even pain will becometh sweet to me, if I canst bear it for 
 love of Thee. 
 
 {All form cross.) {Eunice center, light, and hurst of 
 music.) 
 
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 ACT TWO 
 Scene II. The Inner Court of the Palace. 
 
 The Princess^ Mother in impatience^ questions her slaves 
 upon the absence of Eunice.) 
 
 Mother. Thou sayest, Amrah, thou knowest not of 
 thy young mistress' whereabouts? 
 
 Amrah. No, my Lady, 'twas the seventh hour I didst 
 serve her. From then till now, I have not seen her. 
 
 Mother. Nerva, what sayest thou.? 
 
 Nerva. I knoweth less, my Lady. 
 
 Mother. And thou, Nazarie? 
 
 Nazarie. I, too, canst but add my silence. 
 
 Mother. So, I'll have thee whipped for thy blindness. 
 How oft have I bade thee watch closely the apartments 
 of the daughter of this house.? And now from under 
 thy very eyes she hath vanished. To thy punishment I 
 
 send thee {claps hands and two slaves appear^ the three 
 fall at Princess^ Mother's feet.) 
 
 Amrah. Mercy, most gracious Lady. 
 
 Nazarie. As thou wilt look for pity, grant it us. 
 
 Mother. Bite the dust, thou miserable slaves, I hate 
 thee, away. {Each slave drags one, Nazarie and Amrah, 
 screaming, off to their torture. Enter a third who clutches 
 Nerva, who throws her off.) 
 
 Nerva. Lay not thy hand upon me, thou clod of earth. 
 {To Princess' Mother.) The day is not far off when thou 
 
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 too wilt cry for mercy, and verily I say unto you, it will 
 be denied thee. 
 
 Mother. Peace, away. 
 
 Enter Eunice. Come hither, my Lygia, come — all is 
 safe. 
 
 {Mother conceals self.) 
 
 Eunice. {In ecstasy of happiness.) O, my Lygia, He 
 speakcth unto me — me. His voice was so wondrous 
 sweet. "Still, wilt thou come with me.^" My very being 
 rose up to meet that look of tenderness and now I know- 
 eth that neither death nor life, nor powers, nor things to 
 come, nor height, nor depth, nor any fear or creature, 
 canst separate me from Him. Ah, thou art beloved, 
 dear Jesus, and none knoweth how much, for the love of 
 thee is silent and hidden and unseen. 
 
 Enter Mother. {From hiding place.) All start. 
 
 Mother. So, thou too art one of these followers of the 
 Man. 
 
 Eunice. {Comes to her feet.) O, my mother. 
 
 Mother. Lay not thy hand upon mc. 
 
 Eunice. Nay, mother, hear me. Open wide the gates 
 of thy great soul and let the light enter in. Listen, mother. 
 He spake to me with a voice so marvelously sweet, it was 
 like unto the music of the waters and the air and the 
 birds. He looketh upon me with eyes so full of tender- 
 ness my very soul leaped up within me to meet that look. 
 Ah, mother, He is not what they thinketh Him to be. He 
 
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 looketh not for gold or honor or kingship. His mission 
 is to help and comfort all who come — wilt thou not be- 
 lieve ? 
 
 Mother. Thou speakest false. He cometh to seek a 
 kingdom, to cheat us of our rightful heritage — I hateth 
 Him, and know this, from infancy, I have hated thee. 
 
 Eunice. Mother! 
 
 Mother. I did but tolerate thy presence because of 
 thy father's might. He thought I pitied thee and him 
 when thy rightful mother closed her eyes in death. I 
 laughed, poor fool, 'twas this power and his name I craved 
 — all the passing years He hath held me in his check. 
 Now he is old and ill, and all his power within my hand 
 doth rest. Hear me, ever thou hast stood in my 
 way, thou hast robbed me of the first place in thy father's 
 house; thou, not I, wilt carry on his name and hold his 
 lands and slaves; thou wilt one day be mistress of this 
 house and power from me snatch. I hate thee. I hate 
 thee, and now my time hath come. I've waited long; 
 the very thing thy father hateth most, thou art, a fol- 
 lower of this accursed seeker of a Kingdom. O, my fair 
 one, thou wilt make a morsel for my lions and I'll laugh 
 to hear them crunch thy dainty bones. Dost understand? 
 To the lions — thee and all they who art about thee. 
 
 Eunice. Mother, what have I ever done to harm thee 
 and to bring forth such hate from thee.? 
 
 Mother. {Laughs and calls attendants.) To the lions. 
 
 Eunice. Thou meanest this.? {Looks up into her face.) O, 
 'tis horrible — those great beasts that devour a Httle lamb 
 
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 so greedily. It meaneth death to send me to them. 
 Mother, they wilt take away the laughter from my lips; 
 no more will I see the dawn or gather up my flowers. 
 My pretty doves will wonder why I calleth not to them. 
 I, O mother, thou canst not mean it so. 
 
 {The royal Lady stands immovable) 
 
 Eunice. {Looks up and a smile^ like light, comes upon 
 her face.) Did He not say this day: "Verily, he that 
 loseth his life for me shalt find it?" {Slaves fall at Eunice's 
 feet sobbing.) 
 
 Eunice {is aroused and looks upon them with pity.) Nay, 
 do not make that grief over me — know I love thee all; 
 take care of my doves, Psyllia, and you Poppec. Lady 
 Mother, know my heart is filled with sorrow for thee, for 
 only sorrow canst come from what thou hast done to me 
 and I would that He might look upon thee too and make 
 thee not afraid. 
 
 ACT THREE 
 
 Five days later. Another room in the Palace. 
 
 (Enter nurse with Eunice in her arms). 
 
 Have pity on us, thou our Beloved; they have struck 
 to her death my sweet flower. All the glory of her child- 
 hood, all the gladness of her youth. {All about Eunice.) 
 Looketh upon us, O Son of David, for whom this child 
 hath given so much. {Eunice opens her eyes, speaks.) 
 
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 Eunice. Peace, be still. {Smile upon her lips as words of 
 song come to her dulling ears.) How beautiful, but whence 
 thii darkness. I can scarce see thy face, my Lygia. Let 
 me lay close to thee — fo — in thy arms- — till everything 
 fadeth away. 
 
 Lygia. Pity, O beloved, pity. Suffer us to loveth 
 thee above all else and maketh even death unutterable 
 joy- 
 Enter Esther. {Quickly^ from rear stage^ whisper to other 
 two slaves y Iras and Tina.) 
 
 Esther. How is it with her. 
 
 Iras. (Covers her face with mantle and moans upon 
 knees) Alas, unless a change comes, she cannot last till 
 sunrise. 
 
 Esther. Is there no power that can save her? 
 
 Tirza. Alas none; all that could be done to give back 
 life to our broken flower hath been done; not one of this 
 house but would layeth down his life for her. 
 
 Cecelia. {Steals up to group unawares.) Aye, thou 
 art right. Woe is me. Cnrse this hand that mixed 
 the poison, for it madeth it not deadly enough. 
 
 All. Poison, what meanest thou, Cecelia? 
 
 Cecelia. {Laughs— scorn.) So thinkest thou our royal 
 Lady's lions did drop and gasp and die from merest acci- 
 dent? {All look at one another. ) 
 
 Iras. {Placing finger upon Cecelia's lips) Peace, more 
 softly, if thou would st not die thyself. 
 
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 Esther. Speak what thou knowest, good Cecelia. 
 
 Cecelia. {Laughs; hands to heart.) Aye, because my 
 heart doth break when my gentle mistress is no more. 
 Ye are like the rest; ye thought 'twas some strange power 
 that didst rob the lions of their strength to do their 
 ghastly work. Ye thought 'twas mercy from your Em- 
 press' hand that let ye take our sweet mistress, crushed 
 and broken, but still with the spark of life within her, 
 away from that den of horror. Ye are wrong. Twas I, 
 I, who made it so. Since the day I didst become the 
 mistress of the lions, I hated and feared them with my 
 life. They wert as cruel and cunning as the Princess who 
 rulcth them. She I feared as much as they. See these 
 marks upon my shoulder? {All shudder.) 'Tis where her 
 jeweled hand didst lay so heavily upon me thatitmaketh 
 me to scream with pain. On that day our lovely Eunice 
 heard my cry and cameth to beg me for herself. Being 
 denied, she bade me serve her royal mother with gentle- 
 ness, to forgive, and saying she didst love me, left me to 
 tears. Many days have come and gone since then, but 
 my love and my life was hers. When I didst hear the 
 sentence, the awful deaths that jealousy and rage had 
 apportioned out, something here didst break within me 
 and all the hatred welled up within my soul. I fed my 
 royal mistress and her royal beasts, all with their favorite 
 feast and laughed as I saw the light fade from her eyes, 
 her lips cry out in anguish, even as she was waiting and 
 watching for the torture of my sweet flower. O woe is 
 me, that I maketh not the poison deadly enough to kill 
 on the instant, e'er they struck down the sweet life that 
 is the light of our eyes. {Groans and falls upon her face.) 
 
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 (Esther^ Iras and Tirza stoop to pick up Cecelia and com- 
 fort her.) 
 
 Esther. Peace, Cecelia, Peace, thou canst not /lave 
 her now. 
 
 Tirza. {Looks about, goes up stage, whisper.) Whence 
 this darkness? 
 
 Iras. Is not this the day of the great crucifixion? Hold 
 who Cometh here ? They bringeth news of it. 
 
 {Enter three or four Christians, crushed and beaten with 
 sorrow, call to Lygia, who leaves the sleeping Eunice.) 
 
 Martha. It is over, Lygia, they have crucified Him. 
 Two others with Him — on either side one — Jesus in their 
 midst. Since the first watch I have been waiting with 
 the rest on Calvary; now it is over. The soldiers when 
 they had crucified Him, took His garments and cast lots 
 for them and mocked Him and gave Him a sponge with 
 vinegar and put it to His mouth, saying : "If thou be King 
 of the Jews, save thyself." At the foot of the cross of 
 Jesus, stood His mother and they whom they call the 
 Magdalene, and they were weeping, and it was about 
 the sixth hour. Then came a darkness over the earth — 
 the sun was darkened, and the earth trembled and 
 shook, and Jesus crieth: 'father, into Thy hands I com- 
 mend my spirit." Then with one last great effort He 
 spaketh once again, saying: "It is finished.*' 
 
 Eunice. {Awakens, speaks.) O, beloved Jesus, what 
 is my little pain to thy agony on Calvary? The suffering 
 innocence of Thee shameth my very soul. Lygia. 
 
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 Lygia. Aye, I am here, my Eunice. 
 
 Eunice. Behold, He standeth there. A vast multitude 
 is about Him. They singeth His praise — see. He 
 stretcheth forth His hand to me. O, His voice is so won- 
 drous sweet. Dost hear? (Smiles and puts forth her 
 hand to take His.) Yea, Master, I love thee, O take me, 
 too. 
 
 (Voice soft and wondrous sweet. Offstage.) "Verily, I 
 say unto you: He that loseth his Hfe for me shalt find it. 
 This day shalt thou walk with me in Paradise." 
 
 Cecelia, at the feet of Eunice. 
 
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