[_He draws his sword._ XIMENUNG _does the same._ MOOMOOMON _draws his
too and places it between them._
MOOMOOMON: Be at peace. _I_ will go to the lanes, and there need be no
quarrel between you, for _I_....
OTHERS: No, no, no....
HUZ: We will all go.
ANOTHER: We will all love. Hurrah for love.
[_They have all risen. They wave their swords on high, not threatening
each other. Zoon alone has not risen._
MOOMOOMON (_to_ ZOON): You do not speak, Prince of Zoon. Will you not
love along the idle hours?
ZOON: Yes, yes. I love.
MOOMOOMON: Come then to the lanes to loiter. It draws towards evening.
Let us all come to the lanes, where the honeysuckle is hanging.
ZOON: I love not in the lanes.
MOOMOOMON: Not in the lanes? Then...!
OTHERS: Not in the lanes?
ZOON: I love her than whom there is no greater on earth--(_Some_
PRINCES: Ah!) unless it be that name that frightens Oomuz.
MOOMOOMON: He loves the...!
XIMENUNG: The ...
MELIFLOR: The Queen!
[OOMUZ _nods his head again._
ZOON: The Queen.
MOOMOOMON: If the Queen knew such a thing she would flee from the
palace.
ZOON: I would pursue.
MOOMOOMON: She would go by Aether Mountain, where her mother went once
before her.
ZOON: I would follow.
HUZ: We would all follow.
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