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FRÁŇA ŠRÁMEK
how the leaves rustle, and how chill the wind is. . . . as yonder with you in the North.
CHARLES IV.: Your voice trembles like your limbs. And I hear your anguish from the song of the fountain. It is time for you to seek, once more, the draught of rapture in your Virgil.
PETRARCH: I fear I shall open it where, amidst the verses, grow the blossoms of oblivion.
(They both go out in silence).
FRÁŇA ŠRÁMEK: JUNE.
A PLAY IN ONE ACT.
| Persons: | |
| Mrs. Ledynska | |
| Lidka | her children |
| Jenik | |
| Loshan | |
(A modestly furnished room; the tawdry atmosphere of concealed poverty is betrayed by a few inferior ornaments. A sense of warm and intimate snugness fills this nook ta the ticking of a large grandfather's clock. The golden vapour
