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Part 2 - Act 4 - Scene 2. In A Ravine |
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_ PART II ACT IV SCENE II. IN A RAVINE [A ravine with a stream in the middle, which is crossed by a foot-bridge. In the foreground a smithy and a mill, both of which are in ruins. Fallen trees choke the stream. In the background a starry sky above the pine wood. The constellation of Orion is clearly visible.] [The STRANGER and the BEGGAR enter. In the foreground there is snow; in the background the green of summer.] STRANGER. I feel afraid! To-night the stars seem to hang so low, that I fear they'll fall on me like drops of molten silver. Where are we? BEGGAR. In the ravine, by the stream. You must know the place. STRANGER. Know it? As if I could ever forget it! It reminds me of my honeymoon journey. But where are the smithy and the mill? BEGGAR. All in ruins! The lake of tears was drained a week ago. The stream rose, then the river, till everything was laid waste--meadows, fields and gardens. STRANGER. And the quiet house? BEGGAR. The old sin was washed away, but the walls in left. STRANGER. And those who lived there? BEGGAR. They've gone to the colonies; so that the story's now at an end. STRANGER. Then my story's at an end too. So thoroughly at an end, that no happy memories remain. The last was fouled by the poisoner.... BEGGAR. Whose poison you prepared! You should declare your bankruptcy. STRANGER. Yes. Now I'll have to give in. BEGGAR. Then the day of reckoning will draw near. STRANGER. I think we might call it quits; because, if I've sinned, I've been punished. BEGGAR. But others certainly won't think so. STRANGER. I've stopped taking account of others, since I saw that the Powers that guide the destinies of mankind brook no accomplices. The crime I committed in this life was that I wanted to set men free.... BEGGAR. Set men free from their duties, and criminals from their feeling of guilt, so that they could really become unscrupulous! You're not the first, and not the last to dabble in the Devil's work. Lucifer a non lucendo! But when Reynard grows old, he turns monk--so wisely is it ordained--and then he's forced to split himself in two and drive out Beelzebub with his own penance. STRANGER. Shall I be driven to that? BEGGAR. Yes. Though you don't want it! You'll be forced to preach against yourself from the housetops. To unpick your fabric thread by thread. To flay yourself alive at every street corner, and show what you really are. But that needs courage. All the same, a man who's played with the thunder will not tremble! Yet, sometimes, when night falls and the Invisible Ones, who can only be seen in darkness, ride on his chest, then he will fear--even the stars, and most of all the Mill of Sins, that grinds the past, and grinds it... and grinds it! One of the seven-and-seventeen Wise Men said that the greatest victory he ever won was over himself; but foolish men don't believe it, and that's why they're deceived; because they only credit what nine-and-ninety fools have said a thousand times. STRANGER. Enough! Tell me; isn't this snow here on the ground? BEGGAR. Yes. It's winter here. STRANGER. But over there it's green. BEGGAR. It's summer there. STRANGER. And growing light! (A clear beam of light falls on the foot-bridge.) BEGGAR. Yes. It's light there, and dark here. STRANGER. And who are they? (Three children, dressed is summer clothing, two girls and a boy, come on to the bridge from the right.) Ho! My children! (The children stop to listen, and then look at the STRANGER without seeming to recognise him. The STRANGER calls.) Gerda! Erik! Thyra! It's your father! (The children appear to recognise him; they turn away to the left.) They don't know me. They don't want to know me. (A man and a woman enter from the right. The children dance of to the left and disappear. The STRANGER falls on his face on the ground.) BEGGAR. Something like that was to be expected. Such things happen. Get up again! STRANGER (raising himself up). Where am I? Where have I been? Is it spring, winter or summer? In what century am I living, in what hemisphere? Am I a child or an old man, male or female, a god or a devil? And who are you? Are you, you; or are you me? Are those my own entrails that I see about me? Are those stars or bundles of nerves in my eye; is that water, or is it tears? Wait! Now I'm moving forward in time for a thousand years, and beginning to shrink, to grow heavier and to crystallise! Soon I'll be re-created, and from the dark waters of Chaos the Lotus flower will stretch up her head towards the sun and say: it is I! I must have been sleeping for a few thousand years; and have dreamed I'd exploded and become ether, and could no longer feel, no longer suffer, no longer be joyful; but had entered into peace and equilibrium. But now! Now! I suffer as much as if I were all mankind. I suffer and have no right to complain.... BEGGAR. Then suffer, and the more you suffer the earlier pain will leave you. STRANGER. No. Mine are eternal sufferings.... BEGGAR. And only a minute's passed. STRANGER. I can't bear it. BEGGAR. Then you must look for help. STRANGER. What's coming now? Isn't it the end yet? (It grows light above the bridge. CAESAR comes in and throws himself from the parapet; then the DOCTOR appears on the right, with bare head and a wild look. He behaves as if he would throw himself into the stream too.) STRANGER. He's revenged himself so thoroughly, that he awakes no qualms of conscience! (The DOCTOR goes out, left. The SISTER enters, right, as if searching for someone.) Who's that? BEGGAR. His unmarried sister, who's unprovided for, and has now no home to go to. She's grown desperate since her brother was driven out of his wits by sorrow and went to pieces. STRANGER. That's a harder fate. Poor creature, what can one do? Even if I felt her sufferings, would that help her? BEGGAR. No. It wouldn't. STRANGER. Why do qualms of conscience come after, and not beforehand? Can you help me over that? BEGGAR. No. No one can. Let us go on. STRANGER. Where to? BEGGAR. Come with me. [Curtain.] _ |
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