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The Road to Damascus: A Trilogy, a play by August Strindberg |
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Part 1 - Act 1 - Scene 15. Room In An Hotel |
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_ PART I ACT I SCENE XV. ROOM IN AN HOTEL [The room is as before. The LADY is sitting by the side of the STRANGER, crocheting.] LADY. Do say something. STRANGER. I've nothing but unpleasant things to say, since we came here. LADY. Why were you so anxious to have this terrible room? STRANGER. I don't know. It was the last one I wanted. I began to long for it, in order to suffer. LADY. And are you suffering? STRANGER. Yes. I can no longer listen to singing, or look at anything beautiful. During the day I hear the mill and see that great panorama now expanding to embrace the universe.... And, at night... LADY. Why did you cry out in your sleep? STRANGER. I was dreaming. LADY. A real dream? STRANGER. Terribly real. But you see what a curse is on me. I feel I must describe it, and to no one else but you. Yet I daren't tell you, for it would be rattling at the door of the locked chamber.... LADY. The past! STRANGER. Yes. LADY (simply). It's foolish to have any such secret place. STRANGER. Yes. (Pause.) LADY. And now tell me! STRANGER. I'm afraid I must. I dreamed your first husband was married to my first wife. LADY. Only you could have thought of such a thing! STRANGER. I wish it were so. (Pause.) I saw how he ill-treated my children. (Getting up.) I put my hands to his throat.... I can't go on.... But I shall never rest till I know the truth. And to know it, I must go to him in his own house. LADY. It's come to that? STRANGER. It's been coming for some time. Nothing can now prevent it. I must see him. LADY. But if he won't receive you? STRANGER. I'll go as a patient, and tell him of my sickness.... LADY (frightened). Don't do that! STRANGER. You think he might be tempted to shut me up as mad! I must risk it. I want to risk everything--life, freedom, welfare. I need an emotional shock, strong enough to bring myself into the light of day. I demand this torture, that my punishment may be in just proportion to my sin, so that I shall not be forced to drag myself along under the burden of my guilt. So down into the snake pit, as soon as may be! LADY. Could I come with you? STRANGER. There's no need. My sufferings will be enough for both. LADY. Then I'll call you my deliverer. And the curse I once laid on you will turn into a blessing. Look! It's spring once more. STRANGER. So I see. The Christmas rose there has begun to wither. LADY. But don't you feel spring in the air? STRANGER. The cold within isn't so great. LADY. Perhaps the werewolf will heal you altogether. STRANGER. We shall see. Perhaps he's not so dangerous, after all. LADY. He's not so cruel as you. STRANGER. But my dream.... LADY. Let's hope it was only a dream. Now my wool's finished; and with it, my useless work. It's grown soiled in the making. STRANGER. It can be washed. LADY. Or dyed. STRANGER. Rose red. LADY. Never! STRANGER. It's like a roll of manuscript. LADY. With our story on it. STRANGER. In the filth of the roads, in tears and in blood. LADY. But the story's nearly done. Go and write the last chapter. STRANGER. Then we'll meet at the seventh station. Where we began! _ |
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