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THE NINTH NIGHT
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
By Victor Dyk
Translated from the Bohemian by Cyril Jeffrey Hrbek
Characters
First Gentleman
Second Gentleman
Mistress
Maid
Time—The Present
Scene I
Mistress and Maid
Maid (Combing Mistress’s hair).—And he said, the eighth.
Mistress.—What did he mean by that?
Maid.—I have puzzled my head over it for a long time. He evidently was looking at the sky; it was full of stars. But what did the word “eighth” signify?
Mistress.—Did he stand in that position long?
Maid.—Very long. And as if his whole life were in his eyes. He didn’t even move. He didn’t even hear my footsteps, not even the rustle of the grass. It is true though, that I walked very softly.
Mistress.—What could he be wondering about?
Maid.—I don’t know. He is so handsome. Why did he gaze at the stars, when there are so many eyes here? I don’t know, unless
Mistress.—Unless?
Maid. I have an idea. It was not the first night that he has stood thus and looked at the heavens.
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