That blaze upon its field of gold are dull

And heavy lead. I would exchange it all

For but a glint of sunshine on the hills

Where I was born. But why this interview?

Mordecai

My royal niece, I know that you are queen.

Esther

A queen? But what of that? Though of my blood,

You can not even look upon my face.

What would you have?

[Wailing without.]

Mordecai

My daughter, do you hear

The cries of anguish that disturb the peace

Of Shushan's streets? Your people everywhere

Are clothed in sackcloth. Read the king's decree!

[Handing her paper.]

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Esther

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