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The Road to Damascus: A Trilogy, a play by August Strindberg |
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Part 1 - Act 1 - Scene 13. On The Road |
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_ PART I ACT I SCENE XIII. ON THE ROAD [The same landscape as before; but autumn. The BEGGAR is sitting outside a chapel with a lime twig and a bird cage, in which is a starling. The STRANGER enters wearing the same clothes as in the preceding scene.] STRANGER. Beggar! Have you seen a lady in a coat and skirt pass this way? BEGGAR. I've seen five hundred. But, seriously, I must ask you not to call me beggar now. I've found work! STRANGER. Oh! So it's you! BEGGAR. Ille ego qui quondam.... STRANGER. What kind of work have you? BEGGAR. I've a starling, that whistles and sings. STRANGER. You mean, _he_ does the work? BEGGAR. Yes. I'm my own master now. STRANGER. Do you catch birds? BEGGAR. No. The lime twig's merely for appearances. STRANGER. So you still cling to such things? BEGGAR. What else should I cling to? What's within us is nothing but pure... nonsense. STRANGER. Is that the final conclusion of your whole philosophy of life? BEGGAR. My complete metaphysic. The view mad be rather out of date, but... STRANGER. Can you be serious for a moment? Tell me about your past. BEGGAR. Why unravel that old skein? Twist it up rather. Twist it up. Do you think I'm always so merry? Only when I meet you: you're so damnably funny! STRANGER. How can you laugh, with a wrecked life behind you? BEGGAR. Now he's getting personal! (Pause.) If you can't laugh at adversity, not even that of others, you're begging of life itself. Listen! If you follow this wheel track you'll come, at last, to the ocean, and there the path will stop. If you sit down there and rest, you'll begin to take another view of things. Here there are so many accidents, religious themes, disagreeable memories that hinder thought as it flies to the 'rose' room. Only follow the track! If it's muddy here and there, spread your wings and flutter. And talking of fluttering: I once heard a bird that sang of Polycrates and his ring; how he'd become possessed of all the marvels of this world, but didn't know what to do with them. So he sent tidings east and west of the great Nothing he'd helped to fashion from the empty universe. I wouldn't assert you were the man, unless I believed it so firmly I could take my oath on it. Once I asked you whether you knew who I was, and you said it didn't interest you. In return I offered you my friendship, but you refused it rudely. However, I'm not sensitive or resentful, so I'll give you good advice on your way. Follow the track! STRANGER (avoiding him). You don't deceive me. BEGGAR. You believe nothing but evil. That's why you get nothing but evil. Try to believe what is good. Try! STRANGER. I will. But if I'm deceived, I've the right to.... BEGGAR. You've no right to do that. STRANGER (as if to himself ). Who is it reads my secret thoughts, turns my soul inside out, and pursues me? Why do you persecute me? BEGGAR. Saul! Saul! Why persecutest thou Me? (The STRANGER goes out with a gesture of horror. The chord of the funeral march is heard again. The LADY enters.) LADY. Have you seen a man pass this way in a long cloak, with a green hat? BEGGAR. There was a poor devil here, who hobbled off.... LADY. The man I'm searching for's not lame. BEGGAR. Nor was he. It seems he'd hurt his hip; and that made him walk unsteadily. I mustn't be malicious. Look here in the mud. LADY. Where? BEGGAR (pointing). There! At that rut. In it you can see the impression of a boot, firmly planted.... LADY (looking at the impression). It's he! His heavy tread.... Can I catch him up? BEGGAR. Follow the track! LADY (taking his hand and kissing it). Thank you, my friend. (Exit.) _ |
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