Everywoman's Road

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: EVERYWOMAN'S ROAD THE MORALITY SCENE: The same. The Spirits of Creative Work are seated in the cut blocks; The Spirit of Artistic Creation right, The Spirit of Industrial Creation left, and The Spirit of Motherhood centre. The children are on the steps at her feet. Enter the Heralds, left and right front...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: EVERYWOMAN'S ROAD THE MORALITY SCENE: The same. The Spirits of Creative Work are seated in the cut blocks; The Spirit of Artistic Creation right, The Spirit of Industrial Creation left, and The Spirit of Motherhood centre. The children are on the steps at her feet. Enter the Heralds, left and right front auditorium. They sit left and right of the stage. Before the curtain is drawn the strains of a Slumber Song are heard. These are modulated into Fire Music as the scene opens. The stage is dimly lighted. Jets of flame come from the hidden shore. The lights blaze up in stage and au- ditorium as the Flame of Life en- ters. Enter the Flame of Life rear left from the River, spiritedly. FLAME OF LIFE passing through auditorium, calling] Everywoman, Everywoman, Awake?awake? Truth cometh Awake from thy sleeping, The Living Flame calls, Truth cometh She goes out rear auditorium left, repeating the call without; she re-enters rear auditorium right, and, still calling, mounts stage. She sinks in a glowing heap at the left of the steps. Human Truth enters from her house entrance rear right, walking meditatively. One wrist concealed beneath her sleeve is fettered. She is conceived as speaking from a mellowed wisdom, lighted now and then with gleams of humor. She comes down and is advancing to the sun-dial when Everywoman, who has been, unperceived, in the audience, speaks to her. Everywoman is in lustrous black; her sleeves and gown show a lining of flame. She too wears a manacle on her left wrist. She is looking curiously about as if newly awakened. She halts while still in the auditorium and speaks from there. Truth stands by the sun-dial, on which she leans from time to time, or around which she moves, to introduce some movement in the dialogue which foll...