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Robinson Jeffers - At The Birth Of An Age
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Two messengers have come in. They are dressed for the field,
capped `with iron and stained `with riding. The gaudily dressed
trumpeter is with them, trying to prevent them.
THE TRUMPETER   No, no, no, let me announce you.
ONE OF THE MESSENGERS  It is haste.
GUDRUN   Oh noble Ricimer! Pray to my master!
The messengers stand beside Bishop Lupus and his companions.
ATTILA  What. You`re well splashed. You, Haiga?
HAIGA   Master. They have made forced marches and have forded
the Seine at five miles from Troyes. Your servants there are
vigilant.
ATTILA   It is time.
HAIGA   I have ordered raids, we shall have a few captives for
questioning. The horses are being brought in.
ATTILA   This is not courage. These wretches rush on their fate
like trembling culprits
That pray the executioner to hurry the stroke. Dear hearts! it`s
ready. I shall so hug you, Theodoric,
And you, Roman Aetius . . . (to Haiga) You will tell me the
rest after we clear the hall. . . . Out, you unneeded. For the
forest-men: take them and tie them up and set a guard: your
business, Jukka. Except that pale boy: treat him with honor.
Set a strong watch on their people. . . . For this old whitemuzzled
sheep-dog ... go pray, totter-knees. Give him a
tent. Out with you. (As they go out) Close the curtains, we
take counsel.

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GUDRUN   (standing this side of the closing curtains; `with Chrysothemis.
Carling has left her, going 
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