Speaker 1: Omar and oh Ma from Mister Punch's Dramatic Sequels by
Speaker 1: sin John Hankin. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox
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Speaker 1: Omar Khayam. When it was announced recently in an English
Speaker 1: daily paper that a drama founded upon Fitzgerald's version of
Speaker 1: the Ruba'yat of Omar Khayam had been compounded in the
Speaker 1: United States and would shortly be seen on the stage,
Speaker 1: many people may have wondered how it was done. It
Speaker 1: was done as follows. Dramatis personi Lion read by Loveday
Speaker 1: Lizard M. Liddon, Wild Ass read by Elizabeth Klatt.
Speaker 2: Omar rid by Algie pag.
Speaker 1: Crowd read by Bev Stephens, Nightingale read by Karen Savage.
Speaker 3: Rose read by Charlotte Duckett, Saki read by Beev Stephens.
Speaker 1: First Pot read by Ruth Golding, Second part read by
Speaker 1: Elisabeth Klatt, Third.
Speaker 4: Part read by Charlotte Duckett, Fourth.
Speaker 1: Pot read by Allan Mapstone. Potter read by Kapricia Page
Speaker 1: Narrator read by Ruth golding scene courtyard of the deserted
Speaker 1: palace of jam Sheed, canopied by that inverted bowl commonly
Speaker 1: called the sky. To write a tavern not deserted to
Speaker 1: left a potter's house at back the grave of bah Rahm.
Speaker 1: Whence a sound of sing proceeds. A wild ass stamps
Speaker 1: fitfully upon it. It is four o'clock in the morning,
Speaker 1: and the false storm shows in the sky. In the
Speaker 1: center of the stage stand a lion and a lizard,
Speaker 1: eyeing each other mistrustfully.
Speaker 5: Look here, do you keep these courts? Or do I?
Speaker 1: Lizard resentfully?
Speaker 4: I don't know.
Speaker 6: I believe we both keep them.
Speaker 1: Lion sarcastically.
Speaker 5: Do you, then I venture to differ from you?
Speaker 4: Perhaps you rather turns?
Speaker 5: Oh, no, I wouldn't. I mean to have this job
Speaker 5: to myself.
Speaker 1: He and the lizard close in mortal combat. After a
Speaker 1: gallant struggle, the latter is killed and the lion proceeds
Speaker 1: to eat him. Suddenly, a shadowy form issues from the
Speaker 1: grave at back of stage.
Speaker 5: Bahrah By jove confound that.
Speaker 1: Jackass boats remains a lizard and then bolts himself. Pursued
Speaker 1: by shadowy form.
Speaker 4: They said I couldn't wake him, but I knew better.
Speaker 1: He exit in triumph. A sound in revelry becomes noticeable
Speaker 1: from the tavern. A crowd gathers outside. The voice of
Speaker 1: Omar rather tipsy is.
Speaker 2: Heard when all the temple in prepare within. Why nods?
Speaker 2: A lady worship outside?
Speaker 1: A cock crows, and the sun rises. Crowd shouting in unison.
Speaker 1: You know how little.
Speaker 3: While I have to stay, and once departed.
Speaker 5: We shall get back again.
Speaker 1: Opening the door and appearing unsteadily on the threshold.
Speaker 2: You goddamn, it's.
Speaker 1: Close his door again? I say, what rot excient depressed
Speaker 1: nightingale jubilantly from tree wine wine, red wine rose from
Speaker 1: neighboring bush. Much shocked, my dear.
Speaker 3: You don't know how your passion for alcohol shocks me.
Speaker 6: Oh yes I do. But every morning brings a thousand roses.
Speaker 6: After all, you're cheap, drum sheet, and I like our liquor,
Speaker 6: and plenty of it.
Speaker 1: Shaking her head, did disapproval?
Speaker 2: I heard? He drank deep?
Speaker 6: Of course he did. You should have seen him when
Speaker 6: her team caught to supper. He simply went for it.
Speaker 1: Blushing crimson, how dreadful, contemptuously, I.
Speaker 6: Dare say, But you wouldn't be so red yourself. If
Speaker 6: some buried Caesar didn't fertilize your roots, why even the
Speaker 6: hyacinth's past isn't altogether creditable. And as for the grass,
Speaker 6: why I could tell you things about the grass that
Speaker 6: would scare the soul out.
Speaker 1: Of a vegetable. Annoyed, I'm not a vegetable.
Speaker 6: Well, well, I can't stay to argue with you. I've
Speaker 6: but a little time to flutter myself.
Speaker 1: Exit on the wing, Enter Omar from tavern. He is
Speaker 1: by this time magnificently intoxicated, and is leaning on the
Speaker 1: arm of a fascinating Saki. He has a jug of
Speaker 1: wine in his hand, trying to kiss her.
Speaker 2: Ah, my belabborn, fill the cap that clears to die
Speaker 2: of past regrets and future fears. To morrow?
Speaker 1: Why to morrow, I might be interrupting.
Speaker 3: I know what you're going to say. Tomorrow you'll be sober,
Speaker 3: but you won't. I know you go home, home, Eh?
Speaker 2: What do I want with home? Book of verses underneath
Speaker 2: the bear, or a jag of wine, a life of bread? No,
Speaker 2: no bread, two jags of wine.
Speaker 1: And there puts arm round her waist.
Speaker 2: Beside me, singing like a bull.
Speaker 1: Bull sings uproariously.
Speaker 2: Well then it will Marybally for her tonight.
Speaker 3: Fine, an old man like you.
Speaker 2: Old, Thank goodness, I am old. When I was young,
Speaker 2: I went to school and heard the sages. Didn't learn
Speaker 2: much there, They said, I came like water and went
Speaker 2: like wind. Horrid, chilly bend a hype sort of doctrine.
Speaker 1: Oh no better now jinks from the jug in his hand,
Speaker 1: watching him anxiously.
Speaker 3: Take care, you'll spill it.
Speaker 2: Never mind, it won't be all goes to quinch some
Speaker 2: poor biggest thirst.
Speaker 1: Dawn there points below, They.
Speaker 2: Say he needs it.
Speaker 1: HM shocked, How can you talk so growing argumentative in
Speaker 1: his cups.
Speaker 2: I must obdure the balm of life, I must. I
Speaker 2: must give up wine for fear of hurt. What is
Speaker 2: it I'm to fear? Giup? I suppose not.
Speaker 1: I takes another drink, trying to take jug from him.
Speaker 1: There there, you've had enough, fast losing coherence in his
Speaker 1: extreme intoxication.
Speaker 2: I want to talk to you about THEE and me.
Speaker 2: That's why I want to talk.
Speaker 1: About counting on his fingers.
Speaker 2: You see, there's the THEE in me, and there's a
Speaker 2: me in THEE. That's mysticism that he is you've forgot
Speaker 2: word to say. Miss must light lamp and see if
Speaker 2: I can't find it, rast be somewhere.
Speaker 3: Robert, you're drunk, That's what you are, disgracefully drunk.
Speaker 2: Of course I'm drunk. I am today what I was
Speaker 2: yesterday and tomorrow. I shall not be less kiss.
Speaker 1: Me boxing his ears.
Speaker 3: I won't have it. I tell you I'm a respectable Saki,
Speaker 3: and you are not to take liberties, or I'll leave
Speaker 3: you to find your way home alone, becoming Maudlin.
Speaker 2: Don't levy by rose by bulfich of a bullbull. You
Speaker 2: know how my road is but st with pitfall and
Speaker 2: with gin.
Speaker 3: Disgusted, plenty of gin. I know you never can pass
Speaker 3: a public house.
Speaker 1: Struck with the splendor of the idea.
Speaker 2: I say, let's fling the dust aside and naked on
Speaker 2: the ear of heaven ride. It's shame not to do it.
Speaker 1: Flings off hat and stamps on it by way of
Speaker 1: preliminary scandalized.
Speaker 3: If you take anything else off, I shall call the police.
Speaker 1: Exit hurriedly terrified.
Speaker 2: Here Saki, you go back Whomon Divide by way without
Speaker 2: you a pause? What's come to the girl? I only
Speaker 2: spoke meta fory Kelly. Difficult word to say, meta fory.
Speaker 1: Kelly, longer pause to get home.
Speaker 2: Can't go alone, must wait for someone to come along.
Speaker 1: Peers tipsilly about him.
Speaker 2: Strange isn't it that there are lots of people go
Speaker 2: along here every day? Not one returns to tell me
Speaker 2: of the road. Very strange. Spurs a sleep here, spurs.
Speaker 1: Rolls into ditch and falls asleep. The curtain falls for
Speaker 1: a moment. When it rises again. Day is departing and
Speaker 1: it is growing dark. Omar is still in his ditch.
Speaker 1: The door of the potter's house to the left of
Speaker 1: the stage is open, the potter having betaken himself to
Speaker 1: the tavern opposite, and the pots within are arguing fiercely.
Speaker 1: Don't tell me I was only made to be broken.
Speaker 1: I know better. Even a peevish boy wouldn't break me.
Speaker 4: The potter would whack him if he did.
Speaker 1: Third part of a more ungainly make depends.
Speaker 4: On what he drank out of you. What's that you say,
Speaker 4: you lopsided object?
Speaker 1: That's right?
Speaker 4: Sneer at me? 'TI isn't my fault. If the potter's
Speaker 4: hand shook when he made me, he was not sober.
Speaker 1: Fourth part, I think at Sufi pipkin.
Speaker 2: It's all very well to talk about pot and Potter.
Speaker 1: What I want to know is what did the pot
Speaker 1: call the kettle grumbling?
Speaker 4: I believe my clothes too dry. That's the matter with me.
Speaker 1: The moon rises, a step is heard without creaking. Enter
Speaker 1: Potter from tavern Crossley.
Speaker 4: Shut up and there I'll break some of you.
Speaker 1: The pots tremble, and a silent seeing omar.
Speaker 4: Hello, come out of that. You're in my ditch.
Speaker 1: Lifts him into sitting posture by the collar, rubbing his eyes.
Speaker 2: Eh, what's that? Oh? My head, my head.
Speaker 1: Clasps it between his hands.
Speaker 5: Get up.
Speaker 1: You've been drying, thinking, dazed at his penetration.
Speaker 2: I won day. He guessed that.
Speaker 4: It's plain enough. You've been providing your fading life with liquor.
Speaker 4: I can see that with half an eye.
Speaker 2: I have, I have, I've drew on my glory in
Speaker 2: a shallow cup, and my head's very bad.
Speaker 4: You should take the pledge.
Speaker 2: Oh, I've sworn to give up drink.
Speaker 1: Lots of times, doubtfully, but was.
Speaker 2: I sober when I swore?
Speaker 1: Tell me that scratching his head, don't know, staggering to
Speaker 1: his feet, what.
Speaker 2: But the desert of the fountain. Heeled one glimpse in
Speaker 2: more prosaic language, could you get me something to drink?
Speaker 2: I'm rather star scattered myself, and the grass is wet.
Speaker 1: Potter goes to house and takes up third part at random.
Speaker 1: Third part delighted.
Speaker 4: Now he's going to fill me with the old familiar juice.
Speaker 1: Potter fills him with water and returns to Omar. Third
Speaker 1: part disgusted water.
Speaker 2: Well, I'm dashed, many thinks, Oh Saki, here's.
Speaker 1: The yo Jane speaker.
Speaker 2: Ugh, I don't think MATCHI your liquor. I wish the
Speaker 2: moon wouldn't look at me like that. She's a basically color.
Speaker 2: Why doesn't she look the other way?
Speaker 1: Sarcastically wants to see you, I suppose darkly.
Speaker 2: Well, someday she won't. That's all fair will, o'm shaki.
Speaker 2: Yours is a joyous errand but I wish you had
Speaker 2: put something stronger in the.
Speaker 1: Glass, handing it back to him.
Speaker 2: Turn it down. There's a good fellow.
Speaker 1: Exit the end. End of Omar and Oh My, and
Speaker 1: of mister Punchure's Dramatic Sequels by St. John Hankin