CLAIR DE LUNE A Play in Two Acts and Six Scenes by MICHAEL STRANGE G. P. Putnam's Sons New York and London The Knickerbocker Press 1921 Copyright, 1921 by G. P. Putnam's Sons Printed in the United States of America All acting rights are reserved by the author. Application for the rights of performing this play should be made to Michael Strange, who may be addressed in care of the publishers. CHARACTERS THE COURT THE QUEEN _Miss Ethel Barrymore_ THE DUCHESS OF BEAUMONT _Miss Violet Kemble Cooper_ PRINCE CHARLES _Mr. Henry Daniell_ PHEDRO _Mr. Herbert Grimwood_ A Chancellor, Courtiers, Ladies-in-Waiting, Lackeys, Maids THE MOUNTEBANKS URSUS--A Philosopher _Mr. E. Lyall Swete_ DEA--A Blind Dancer _Miss Jane Cooper_ ANOTHER DANCER _Miss Olga Barowski_ GWYMPLANE--A Clown _Mr. John Barrymore_ Drummer Boys, a Sailor CLAIR DE LUNE NOTE--Suggestions for the play, also the names of mountebanks and villain, are taken from _L'Homme qui Rit_, by Victor Hugo. ACT I CLAIR DE LUNE ACT I SCENE 1 [_An old park with avenues of trees leading away in all directions. Directly in background of stage there is a sheet of water fringed by willow and poplar trees. On the right and left is a high box hedge formed in curves with the top clipped in grotesque shapes mostly of birds. A statue is placed in the centre of each hedge, and beneath the statues are seats._ _When the curtain rises several courtiers are discovered wandering or sitting about. There is much laughing and whispering behind fans._] 2D COURTIER What an extraordinary evening! How calm the water is! It makes the swans look exactly like topaz clouds reflecting in a titanic mirror. A LADY Yes. The sky is just as clear as the Queen's ear-rings of aquamarine. A storm could hardly blow up out of such blueness, so the masque is bound to be heavenly. 3D COURTIER [_approaching_] I hate to interrupt your celestial jargon with human speech, but does anybody know whether Phedro has been able to find the Prince and give him the Queen's command? LADY [_answering with frigid distinction_] Probably not, but the Prince can never be found and is always forgiven. It is much to be loved in secret by a---- 1ST COURTIER [_laying finger on his lips_] Hush! 2D COURTIER [_reprovingly_] At court one must try not to think aloud or one is perhaps overheard by--[_makes the motion of a blade across his throat_]. 2D LADY O nonsense! Why, Phedro confides in everybody, and so nobody ever believes him. Yet he is always quite right. 2D COURTIER He puts his nose into the dust that is swept out of great corners. Indeed he looks in unthinkable places, and finds the incredible. 1ST COURTIER Do you know what he told me lately? LADY I am ailing with curiosity. 1ST COURTIER It was a fantastic tale about one of our own lot. Indeed about one wearing strawberry leaves and with two very young sons growing up, and she, apparently imagining the younger to be the living likeness, growing plainer every day, of a former indiscretion, gives directions to her favourite lackey to get rid of this wrong one and he, from spleen, gives the honest child away. The lady dies shortly after; the father never suspects anything. The bastard inherits, so the entire tragedy was in vain. 3D COURTIER Fear is always absurd. You should be quite sure you are found out first; even then you have only to look rather sharply at anyone you fear in order to reduce _Him_. Indeed, the best of defences is presumption upon the brotherhood of sin. A LADY O how true! PHEDRO [_A person of shifty, wizened visage enters. In a jocular tone._] What is "O how true?" [_He glances about him._] You are all looking very _en rapport_ with the Almighty. In fact as if He had been telling you secrets. Did they concern me? I am always a prey to the desire of hearing what is said--just before and just after I am in a room. 1ST COURTIER [_With much pomposity hiding his embarrassment._] We were commanded to be in attendance on the Queen. Could you find Prince Charles? You were sent to find him, were you not? PHEDRO [_nodding to the right_] I have achieved my significant purpose. The Prince is playing at croquet with the Duchess, and says when the Queen arrives to let him know. 1ST COURTIER He is very casual. How very indiscreet of him!--to show so plainly his passion for the Duchess. PHEDRO Oh no! Mountains cannot knock one another down. They can only be blown up, from underneath [_smiles enigmatically_]. 1ST COURTIER You are difficult to follow. PHEDRO My lord, I am speaking in metaphor. It is a dodge I learned from the poets. 3D COURTIER I repeat, you are difficult and poetry is impossible to follow. However, poetry is no longer the fashion. [_Takes a pinch of snuff, and looks with agreeable enmity at 2D COURTIER._] PHEDRO [_deprecatingly_] I merely try to match my words against your silks and laces, my lord. But--her Majesty is approaching. [_Enter the QUEEN, a sharp-featured, neurotic-looking woman. One of her Cabinet is speaking earnestly to her and she is paying him scant attention._] MINISTER It is vitally necessary that we should discover upon what terms they would capitulate. QUEEN Yes, and they must be heavily taxed for holding out so long. Imagine other people presuming to be patriotic. It simply draws everything out to such an absurd length. Ah, how irritable it makes me to think. Phedro, where is the Prince, where is Prince Charles? [_During the last of her speech she withdraws her arm from the Minister's, who, seeing there is no further hope of holding her attention, withdraws respectfully and quite unobserved._] PHEDRO Attending impatiently the arrival of your Majesty upon the other side of the copse. I go to make him aware of your presence. [_He bows himself out, and the QUEEN looking anxiously in the direction of the vanishing PHEDRO espies PRINCE CHARLES and the DUCHESS upon a lawn._] QUEEN [_adjusting her lorgnette_] How silly people look playing croquet. The Duchess appears to me exactly like a bent hairpin. 2D COURTIER [_Looking also in the direction of the DUCHESS and half admiringly._] Indeed, Madame, her Grace is too tall to look well bending down. QUEEN [_turning upon him_] I hope you are not hiding a mud-sling in your silk swallow-tail. Perhaps you forget a courtier's principal duty should be the culture of tact, and tact is nothing whatever but helping me exaggerate my humours until I tire of them. 2D COURTIER Indeed, indeed, Madame, your Majesty's brilliance blinds my eyes with humility. [_Enter PRINCE CHARLES, a slender, exotic-looking gentleman._] PRINCE Dear Cousin, how delicious you are looking--so royal and alert. [_He bends over her hand._] Ah! [_His vitality seems suddenly to leave him at the thought._] I have just been trying to lessen Josephine's habitual _ennui_ by making her my victim at croquet. QUEEN [_With a slight lounge into sentimentality._] I am sure she, like many others, is easily your victim--at croquet. But come, let us be alone, let us dismiss this chain of faces, they confine my thoughts. I would like to talk well, I would like to talk fantastically, that is, I wish you would think of something original for tonight's entertainment. [_She signals to the courtiers that they may leave._] After all it is the prelude to your nuptials. Let us think of something to surprise Josephine. PRINCE To _surprise_ Josephine! But nothing could surprise Josephine. QUEEN You are probably mistaken. I believe any reality would surprise her. All her life she has watched life passing in a mirror. She has never touched a thing--I think she has very curious hands. But let us---- [_She perceives that some of the courtiers are still lingering about. Turns to them._] I have several times intimated that you may disperse. [_Courtiers go out swiftly._] [_Looking at Prince wistfully._] You can imagine that I am a little sad today. There is a mist between me and everything else, the gardens are dull, the flowers have lost their fragrance. A sirocco seems blowing up from the graves of all young people who have never been given a chance. Tell me, do you care much for Josephine? CHARLES [_pompously_] My Cousin, my Sovereign, this marriage has been arranged, I presume in lieu of my lost brother, the Prince of Vaucluse, and apparently in order further to quilt your Majesty's exchequer. QUEEN [_interrupting him_] Your poor brother; your poor brother; if it had been he, how much heartbreak I would have been spared. PRINCE Which means, your Majesty? QUEEN That I have been talking to myself, and you have been listening, which is ungallant, as if you were to let me put rouge on my nose instead of on my cheeks without stopping me. PRINCE [_Rather uneasily returning to a favourite subject._] Well, your Majesty, now I have accustomed myself so long to the idea of my marriage that it gives me pleasure and calm to dwell on it, especially when I gaze upon Josephine's tapering regality--then I am most inclined to think your esteemed father, our former King, was wise in recommending it, and that Fate was not too unkind in disposing of my half-brother in her own mysterious way. [_He smiles rather unpleasantly._] QUEEN [_Who has not attended the last part of his speech._] Yes. To provide at one clip for her--the child of his love, and for me, the result of his duty, proved him a parent, a statesman, and, tonight, I am a little inclined to think, a blackguard. However, you know this marriage has none of my command in it and there are many ways out. [_PHEDRO invisible to the QUEEN and the PRINCE slides into the shadow of a giant oak tree._] PRINCE You mean if either of us---- QUEEN That if any charge of unworthiness could be brought by either of you against the other, then it would be my duty even at the last hour---- PRINCE [_suddenly_] Well, unfortunately, my various dissipations have only rendered me romantic in the eyes of your court, and as for Josephine---- QUEEN Ah, her appearance gives no clue to her mind [_with an attempted lightness_], save occasionally there is too much scent on her cambric. PRINCE Why do you dislike Josephine? QUEEN I do not dislike her, but she behaves unbecomingly. She is very arrogant. Arrogance does not become a bastard. PRINCE [_in a teasing vein_] You do dislike her. You hate her, even though she is your half-sister, but I find her enchanting. I adore her cold, slender finger tips and the perfection of her contemptuous profile. She moves exactly like a swan. QUEEN [_trying to control her emotion_] At last you are giving yourself entirely away. I am hearing what I know. Ugh! how doubly unpleasant! PRINCE Why should I not give myself away to you, Cousin? QUEEN You mean I am powerless to harm either of you. PRINCE Why should you wish to harm us? QUEEN There are many things you might not understand; for instance, there is a love that is half hatred. It is sprinkled into life in a rather strange manner--by wounds. However, I am becoming sentimental and I hate sentimentality. It reminds me of people with colds in their heads who have lost their pocket handkerchiefs. PRINCE [_in evident uneasiness_] Madame, your eloquence is remarkable, but to say that you are mysterious is all that I dare to say. QUEEN You dare to say what you want to say [_bitterly_]. You have courage enough to satisfy your curiosities like everybody else, but I have always noticed that when people are not curious their manners become extraordinary. However, we are forgetting about the fête. Let us call Phedro. PRINCE [_bowing_] With pleasure. [_He calls. PHEDRO emerges after a few seconds at an entirely different angle from the place where he was concealed._] PHEDRO Majesty. QUEEN [_Addressing him in a peremptory voice._] It is my wish that you should think of something bizarre to be included in the festivities of tonight. The Prince and myself do not seem able to put our minds on it. PHEDRO I think most certainly, Majesty, there should be something bizarre about these festivities, but Majesty---- [_He makes her a low bow._] QUEEN [_interrogatively_] Yes? PHEDRO [_sliding up to her_] Could I beg a moment alone with your Majesty? For it would be my humble view that both _fiancés_ share the surprise. QUEEN [_Turning to the PRINCE with a gesture of dismissal._] Go along, Charles. At any rate you have a sort of sleight-of-hand manner of looking at your watch that makes me rather nervous. PRINCE [_Taking her hand, and becoming mischievously eloquent with relief._] Then, _au revoir_, my Cousin. When this garish day is drowned in the sapphire pool of night, and we are all like pallid flowers tossed upon moody currents of mysterious desire, perhaps--who knows? our petals may touch in that tender gloom of night and music. [_Bends tenderly, whimsically over her hand._] QUEEN [_Gazing after his exit enraptured, once more hopeful, then turning to PHEDRO._] Ah, Phedro, what joy there is in being foolish! PHEDRO Pleasure has two extremes, Madame. One is to have your lover in your arms, the other is to have him in your power. QUEEN [_pacing up and down_] I must have one or the other. What can be done. Think for me, advise me. I am too unstrung to think for myself. When one wants a thing very much, everything blurs. PHEDRO There are many voices whispering all together in my mind. In a little perhaps one will be louder than the rest--then we may plan. QUEEN But the fête. We are continually forgetting about the fête. PHEDRO [_Thinking, with his finger against his lips._] Out of one purpose often comes another perfected. QUEEN You are talking in enigmas, and it is growing late. See how long and slender the poplar shadows are getting on the grass. When the wind and sun touch them they look a little like obelisks flashed over with strange writings. PHEDRO Your Majesty is adding the accomplishment of a poet to the genius of a sovereign. QUEEN [_shivering_] No, I would not like to be a poet. They are always dying of _ennui_ or madness. But, Phedro, to the point. PHEDRO [_suddenly_] Majesty, some mountebanks arrived at the park lodge last night. They crave to play before your Majesty. QUEEN [_coming out of a reverie_] Are they dancers, or do they act plays? PHEDRO Their performance I understand is peculiar. One of them is blind, the other is deformed in some way. With them is a doctor of philosophy, one who heals the scars of flesh or heart with powders or words befitting the case. QUEEN [_wanly_] They do not sound original. PHEDRO And yet from the effect they stir there must be something. It appears the clown causes those who are incurably sad to faint with laughter. QUEEN It would be charming to laugh, to be unable to help laughing. Have them sent to my porter in the northern wing and I will interview them before the masque. Ah, here comes the Duchess leaning upon her Prince's arm. I must say she looks as if there might be something more amusing to lean upon. [_Enter JOSEPHINE and the PRINCE._] QUEEN Well, Josephine. DUCHESS Well, my sister. [_Sighs and stoops over a bed of heliotrope._] QUEEN Why are you so melancholy, Josephine? You are standing in the portals of joy--I confess they do not appear very much to intrigue you. DUCHESS Possibly I am melancholy because I am not curious. QUEEN [_sarcastically_] No, rocks could hardly be curious about the waves or the wrecks washing against them. Come, Phedro. [_She goes. PRINCE bows after the QUEEN and then comes back to the DUCHESS._] PRINCE Beauty like yours is a penance for other women to regard. You are very like an exquisite temple in which there is no god. Yet I would not put a god in your temple. DUCHESS [_rather bored_] No? What would you put there? PRINCE In the very centre of your temple I would place a faun with swift, strange limbs, crisp, serpentine hair, and the smile of a demon. DUCHESS [_turning to him slowly_] The smile of a demon? I think that would be enchanting. Ah, how tired I am, I think I will go and rest. What in the world is one tired from? What does one rest for---- [_She pauses in rather a lost manner._] PRINCE Yes, do go and rest, for tomorrow you must be radiant as a new-blown flower in the first rays of the sun. DUCHESS [_Turning to him with a faint curiosity._] I suppose that afterwards my appearance will please you, even if my spirits are never particularly high. PRINCE I do not care about your spirits. I do not care about your soul. I love the pliant rippling motion of your pensive youth. I love your imperial beauty, for it throws open the last sealed chambers of my own fancy. DUCHESS Fancy--fancy--I have fancied so many things. [_The sound of an approaching flute is heard together with the creaking of a carriage._] A strange sound, what can it be? [_During the ensuing speeches the creaking and the flute come nearer._] PRINCE Josephine, our life together will be exquisite. It will be as the lives of the Romans in Greece--a bacchanale of peculiar formalities. We will bury conscience in the poppy-haunted air of exhausting revelry. We will---- DUCHESS O Charles, you talk exactly like those men who design my dresses, but look---- [_Her eyes are riveted upon a curious cavalcade crossing from right to left of stage, first a very small house on wheels drawn by a large wolf-dog; at its side, walking, an old man, his head bent in deep thought. He wears the cap and gown of a doctor of philosophy. After him, with dark hair falling almost to the ground about her pallid face, is walking a girl of extraordinary beauty. She is looking rigidly ahead of her and is being guided by a white ribbon suspended from the back of the cart. A few paces behind her comes a sinuous, coffee-skinned slave girl with that erect majesty of one who has worn crowns or carried water pitchers through generations. Behind the slave follows the flute player, a mountebank, horribly twisted in some manner not visible in the twilight. The PRINCE, who has permitted the carriage to go by him in a wonderment intensified by the beauty of the blind girl, walks over to the mountebank._] PRINCE [_arrogantly_] Who are you all? What are you doing here? [_Instead of answering, the mountebank hastily puts his flute into his pocket and executes a handspring, the third taking him altogether behind the scene, while from the front of the cavalcade, comes a high, cracked voice in answer to the PRINCE'S question._] A VOICE We are players, your Highness, mountebanks commanded for the pleasure of the Queen. [_The DUCHESS has grown very white and is standing with her hand pressing her heart._] DUCHESS What was that tune he played upon his flute, and what dreadful thing was the matter with him? PRINCE I do not know, but as she walked by her face was beautiful. It was like a prayer coming into the presence of God. DUCHESS [_regarding the PRINCE sharply_] Really? What can be speaking in you? Surely not yourself? [_She laughs shrilly and exits. The flute continues to play. The PRINCE absorbed, unheeding her departure, stands looking after the mountebanks._] _CURTAIN_ SCENE 2 [_In the palace grounds at night. Lanterns are suspended everywhere from the trees. The front of the players' cart is seen protruding up-stage left. The philosopher is seated on the steps of the car smoking a pipe. The blind girl with strange, tentative footsteps and feeling hands is busy with duties around the cart._] DEA Think of it; we are in the park of the Queen, and these lilies and roses are brushed every day by the silken stir of her ladies-in-waiting. URSUS Well, I do not feel much elated at being here. An ambition gained is an ambition lost, and I am too old to have many ambitions. DEA It is wonderful to be in the park of the Queen--to think that the shade of these same trees darkens her jewels at midday, and that through them is cast over her a shawl of glittering ribbons upon moonlight nights. URSUS [_patting her shoulder and smiling_] Joy makes poets out of all of us. [_Half to himself_] But it is only a poet who can sing in the clutches of death and pain. DEA [_very thoughtfully_] Yet underneath all my joy I am thinking hard tonight of the beginning of things. I wonder, I wonder is it because I am nearing the end of things. URSUS Dea, dearest, you are not ill tonight? You have not again those flutterings in your heart? DEA Not more than I can bear. How good Gwymplane has been to me! I wish I had been old enough to see him on the night he got lost, and found me in the snow on my dead mother's breast, and God led us to you. URSUS I do not wish to think of that night. You were like a tiny, frozen rose-petal, and he--he was so small himself it didn't seem possible he could have carried you all the way and God---- [_URSUS covers his face with his hands and speaks in a low voice._] When you were both under the lamp I asked him what he found to smile at. I asked him roughly to stop smiling. DEA [_happily_] Yes, Gwymplane always smiles, doesn't he? He must have a very contented spirit. I wish that I could see his smile. How it provokes other people to laugh! [_URSUS looks at her pityingly, and pats her on the shoulder._] I smile and weep a great deal lately over my love for Gwymplane, and I am frightened about one thing. URSUS What is that? DEA That someone is going to make him unhappy. URSUS Gwymplane worships you. While you are singing and smiling I do not think anything could make him unhappy. DEA I hope not. You know I feel that he has given his soul into my hands and that I must take care of it as I would a little child. Yes, I feel as if Gwymplane were my child, and yet something more than my child that makes my heart bound and my song tremble into silence. [_A nightingale sings in the distance._] URSUS My Dea! DEA Tell me, Ursus, Gwymplane is so wonderful. He--he attracts everyone so. Does he never notice any especial person in the audience? Some one whom he attracts? URSUS No, Dea, and you need never worry about that. Gwymplane will never love or be beloved save by you. DEA Ah, how good it is to hear that! How beautiful tonight is! I would like to sit forever like this, very near to you and talking of Gwymplane. [_A sudden voice almost at their elbow. Enter PHEDRO._] PHEDRO But everyone is talking of Gwymplane. [_URSUS rising whispers to DEA to go._] Why do you dismiss your beautiful daughter? Her pallor, her most haunting stare, have already sown chaos in the heart of a certain important personage. URSUS Leave me, Dea. [_DEA silently exits._] Who are you who visit us so abruptly? PHEDRO [_whimsically_] I think I am a cork upon very troubled waters. URSUS That does not answer me enough. PHEDRO Then I am a web binding men and women while they sleep to unexpected things. URSUS Ah, you are a trouble maker? PHEDRO No--but I discover what is unusual in the senses of one person and in the circumstances of another person--Indeed, I have had a splendid training. URSUS Where? PHEDRO I have been--but I was almost showing you the colour of the water I rose from. URSUS Well, I have no curiosity. PHEDRO That is exactly why one wishes to talk to you. Curiosity in other people always makes me terribly suspicious. I remember suddenly the reasons that can make _me_ curious. Now I can talk to you, for one feels you might not even listen, so you couldn't possibly care enough to repeat. I was a lackey once. URSUS A sordid position. PHEDRO [_Becomes slightly frenzied during his speech._] Yes. A servant is something to absorb the spittle of their irritability. A hand to arrange the pages of their private diary when they get stuck together with filth; and above all a presence between them and the mirror during those grey dawn hours when passing it, they are likely to see themselves as they are. Ah, then one must be armed with the eloquence of Cato to reassure these sow's ears that they are still silk purses. Otherwise the devil has to be bought off in the morning and with three times the effort. One thing they never count on, however. URSUS And that? PHEDRO The effect on another human being of their absurdity and the passion of malice they rouse from a too long concealed contempt. URSUS [_looking at him curiously_] Contempt is the armour of snakes. PHEDRO [_his face undergoing a change_] Is it truly, my fine gentleman? Well, my mind has been wandering and stumbled on a _cul-de-sac_ as usual. Ah, the hope of being understood--it is almost extinct. However, if I cannot be understood, I shall, nevertheless, be felt. URSUS Well, what do you want of me? I am a philosopher and as such am not occupied with any sort of facts. PHEDRO I suppose not. You philosophers are blind men in dark rooms looking for the footprints of shadows, are you not? URSUS [_smiling_] Not at all. We philosophers have merely learned to practice humour in the presence of what is commonplace. But what is it you do want of me? PHEDRO What everybody wants--to talk about Gwymplane. URSUS Well? PHEDRO Have you had this gold mine with you long? URSUS Years and years. PHEDRO You bought him, I suppose, from some travelling show? URSUS No, he came to me of his own accord, and yet by accident. PHEDRO Was he riding the wind? And did it drop him by chance upon your knees? URSUS He came by accident. He remains of his own accord. PHEDRO Curious. URSUS What is curious? PHEDRO The irrelevancy of my mind. URSUS Of what were you thinking? PHEDRO Tell me, did you--did you--ever hear of the Comprachicos? URSUS Yes--why? PHEDRO Inhuman people they must have been. URSUS Not more so than those who gave them their practice. PHEDRO They have provided most of the circuses that roam around the world with freaks. URSUS They had a great knowledge of surgery. PHEDRO Yes. They had an amusing way of putting young children into a press--young children whose existence it would have been very uncomfortable to admit in certain glittering circles. This press was shaped like a bottle so that the growth became abnormal, and when the press was lifted the human form had already attained the shape of a bottle. They could also print everlastingly rather strange expressions upon the human countenance. URSUS [_starts_] Yes, yes, I have heard of that. PHEDRO However, even such people were afraid to die. URSUS During the death of the worst person his soul shines through for a moment. PHEDRO [_rather uncomfortable_] Well, well, to go back. A strange story came under my authority written by one of these Comprachicos. URSUS Really, how was that? PHEDRO You know I am an official. URSUS Of what sort? PHEDRO I am the examining magistrate of all the jetsam from the sea that is washed from anywhere whatever upon our shores. URSUS That is an original position! PHEDRO It was created for me by the Queen to whom I have rendered much service. But I was saying that a most extraordinary story happened along in a medicine bottle that had floated for years upon the sea. URSUS Ump! PHEDRO Ah--it was a long confession, and it had floated for about fifteen years in the sea. [_He is watching URSUS narrowly._] URSUS [_starting visibly_] PHEDRO What were you about to say? URSUS When one has talked to one's self for a great many years it is hard to hold one's tongue in public. [_Enter the PRINCE--debonair and haughty. PRINCE ignores PHILOSOPHER and pulls PHEDRO aside._] PRINCE Well! What have you arranged? PHEDRO My lord--the desires of youth are swifter than my wits. Yet I have tried. PRINCE Nonsense.... No rhetoric.... What is accomplished? PHEDRO It will be easily managed. I have your keys. PRINCE Is she willing? PHEDRO Innocence is always obliging at such a moment. PRINCE Neither the Queen nor the Duchess must have an inkling of this. PHEDRO No, my lord. PRINCE Tonight and tomorrow night.... What contrasts! Two crimes! A secret and a public one! PHEDRO My lord is sardonic. [_URSUS after looking at them for a few moments has wandered off to the cart, and is seen making preparations for the evening's performance. There is the sound of DEA'S singing._] PRINCE Ah, how exquisite! I think I shall go and speak with her! PHEDRO [_detaining him_] Better not, my lord, much better not. PRINCE [_shaking him off_] All right, all right. Only don't insist, don't irritate me or I shall spite myself.... I cannot bear to take any one's advice. PHEDRO Nor do you, my lord. I merely reminded you of the presence of your own common sense. PRINCE [_A pettish grimace flashing across his countenance_] I hope this performance may make the Duchess forget herself for a few moments. She has seemed more than ordinarily bored today. PHEDRO [_murmuring_] To be so matchless as her Grace is as bad as being blind. It gives one nowhere to look. PRINCE She is perfection outside; inside--I do not know. Where is that distorted fellow that bounded away from me in the darkness just before dinner? PHEDRO Oh--Gwymplane--he is probably off somewhere charming the birds awake with his flute. PRINCE [_in reverie_] Yes, Josephine is magnificent. Yet I think there is a strange grimace upon the face of her soul. I am longing to find out what is at the bottom of her smile. Ah, I shall be the first to bathe in her delights. It is a most invigorating thought. [_He plucks a flower and places it in his buttonhole._] PHEDRO My lord finds it enchanting to be the first? PRINCE It is the only enchantment. If you were a real man, you would know that, Phedro, but if you were really a man I could not confide in you. PHEDRO [_winces then recovers himself_] My lord was saying---- PRINCE [_in a mood of reverie_] That passion yearns for surprises--and love hankers after peace. PHEDRO And in your marriage, my lord? PRINCE I yearn for surprises. Of course the right sort of surprises. PHEDRO You will get them, my lord. PRINCE [_Who is not attending him but listening to Dea's song._] What? PHEDRO My sixth sense whispers to me, my lord, that you are on the eve of many surprises. [_The noise of the wand of the COURT STEWARD is heard pounding through the park._] AN APPROACHING VOICE The Queen's court is arriving. The Queen's court precedes the Queen. See that the performance is ready. See that the performance is ready. [_The voice dies away. There is the sound of much commotion in the vicinity of the cart. The voice of DEA ceases and someone calls: GWYMPLANE! GWYMPLANE answering distantly: Yes. URSUS: Hurry. GWYMPLANE: I come. The PRINCE and PHEDRO steal quickly away._] _CURTAIN_ SCENE 3 [_Courtiers entering. A lady looking through her lorgnette._] A LADY I hope this is not going to be too boring. 3D COURTIER Ah, that, Madame, is the pleasure-seeker's prayer. Save me this night from being bored to death. 2D COURTIER [_a great dandy_] I hope they have enchanting costumes, and that they are well perfumed. [_He smells a scrap of lace._] LADY I hear he is remarkable. 2D COURTIER Who? LADY The mountebank, I forget his name. He has a Latin name besides, which I forget also, but they say that when he appears.... COURT USHER [_announces_] The Queen. [_The Queen arrives surrounded by a brilliant court. JOSEPHINE attends her, dressed entirely in silver and wearing immense emeralds. Her hair is very formally powdered, and she wears a cherry-coloured cloak. A coloured slave in black moiré carries her train._] QUEEN I am not in a mood for laughing tonight. [_She glances at Josephine._] At any rate it is always singularly depressing to go anywhere in order to laugh. And if this clown causes me even to smile he shall have some rare reward. [_Seats herself upon a raised dais. Courtiers group themselves around her. Most of the ladies have seats. Many of the gentlemen sit at their feet._] JOSEPHINE [_Listlessly fluttering her fan; she is on the left of the QUEEN and near the audience._] How tedious! For what are they delaying? PRINCE [_standing over her_] We are scarcely seated. JOSEPHINE Waiting is so tedious. It puts me in a bad humour, and I lose my enthusiasm. PRINCE Before you have quite found it, eh? [_A gong sounds. Two stalwart men move the cart to left centre of stage; with a click the sides of the carriage are flung open and a stage about twelve feet wide and four feet above the ground appears. In the back is a green curtain, ornamented with constellations. Suddenly a grotesque figure completely hooded and masked, attended by two small drummer boys, makes its appearance. The figure squats upon the floor in direct centre of stage. The drummers seat themselves beside it and all three begin to play; the attendants upon their drums, the centre figure upon a flute. No human part of him can be seen, save his hands which are remarkably beautiful, sensitive and pallid. He moves them with extraordinary grace. He plays upon his flute an air from India. Suddenly upon the stage above him appears a Hindu girl. She executes a sinuous pantomimic dance of youth and desire. The figure playing upon the flute gradually turns his back to the audience and facing the dancer continues to play. Finally the dancer, noticing her admirer, commences to dance for him alone. The music becomes more breathless; the hooded figure plays a screaming tone upon his flute. Immediately a third slave, attired as a drummer, rushes out and catches his flute from the green masque, who jumps upon the stage, and seizing the dancer, savagely--gracefully, about her slim waist, dances with her, at once tenderly and primitively._] QUEEN What agility and strength the man has got. He has made me catch my breath already, which is far better than to laugh. JOSEPHINE He dances like a demon over burning altars. PRINCE What was that, Josephine? JOSEPHINE Don't distract my attention. PRINCE [_laughing_] Attention? Attention? Why, Josephine, I never knew that gift was among your talents! JOSEPHINE Sh! Sh! [_During the dance, the Hindu girl becomes more and more enamoured of her partner, who eludes and attacks her in a perfect frenzy of grace and passion. Finally she tries to unmask him or to pull off his cloak, without success. A chime is heard. The drummers play a strange, sinister march. An old man enters--the slave owner. He sees his slave in the arms of one whom she obviously loves, and rushes at the masked figure with his sword. At this the green mask flings the girl away from him, tears off his mask, throws open his coat and stands revealed before the slave owner, but with his back to the audience. The man is about to let fall his sword when he looks upon what he is about to kill. Gradually his jaw drops with amazement and he lets out a terrible yell of laughter. The slave girl who has stood watching him, now creeps round to see what is causing him so much mirth, and gazing up suddenly into the face of her partner utters a shriek of horror and runs from the stage. The slave owner follows her, his sides shaking with laughter. The figure stands rigidly transfixed, his back still to the audience._] JOSEPHINE [_leaning forward eagerly_] What can he be like! I wish he would turn round. PRINCE You seem interested, Josephine. Do these wretched mummers really ... [_But JOSEPHINE is leaning forward intently for the music has begun again. This time the figure is doing a strange dance of loneliness and search for his departed partner, his mask lies upon the ground, but he shields himself with his cloak. Occasionally in the wildness of his dance it slips a little, permitting glimpses of parts of his face._] QUEEN [_suddenly in a tone of fright_] What is it the man has upon his face? Is it a great scar? JOSEPHINE No! No! It is his mouth that is like that. [_Her excitement is obviously gathering to an almost unbearable point as the dance proceeds. In a low voice:_] Oh, he is deformed, he is terribly deformed, his shoulders are not abreast of one another. Or is it some devil's head squatting upon his body of an angel. A VOICE No, it is his legs; they are bent in opposite directions. A VOICE No wonder the lady will not come back to him! [_GWYMPLANE'S dance seems to be reaching a climax; he has nosed about the floor like a dog; he has tried to leap over the roof in order to discover his lost sweetheart, and now he turns facing the audience, his arms outstretched in pitiful dejection. There is an instant's deep silence, and then a great laugh rings out from the audience. The QUEEN herself rocks to and fro, backward and forward behind her fan. JOSEPHINE starts forward, in her face a mixture of amusement, giving gradually way to some sinister thought which makes her gaze fixedly at the mountebank with parted lips. Her unswerving glance at length draws his eyes towards her and for one single instant their glances seem to pass through one another--the exquisite duchess, the grotesque clown. No one has seen the look, save PHEDRO, who wipes his lips with an expression of intense amusement. Suddenly from behind GWYMPLANE steps DEA, and he returns with an almost imperceptible start to his act. Seeing this lovely apparition, he throws himself at her feet, and she, apparently perceiving him, does not repel him but puts her slim hands in his wild hair, and they go through some tender motions to an exquisite melody upon the flute. Gradually with gestures of pity and love she invites him to go with her, and he hardly believing is about to be led away, when suddenly the oriental melody begins again. The dancer appears. She glances at GWYMPLANE with the hypnotized fascination of utter horror. DEA attempts drawing GWYMPLANE away, but he resists, becoming again a victim to the old charm. The slave girl, with a wild gesture, offers herself to him. Simultaneously, DEA motions him with prayer to go with her. He makes some pitiful indecisive motions between them. DEA wrings her hands; the slave girl smiles; when, with a sudden gesture of despair, GWYMPLANE takes out his knife and makes a motion of cutting out his heart, then sinks upon the ground, and suddenly holds up his heart dripping with blood in his two pale hands. The slave girl tries to snatch it, but he gives it to DEA, who presses it against her own. GWYMPLANE breathes his last, and the slave, falling at the feet of DEA, licks the blood from the heart of her dancer off the floor._ _Miniature curtain descends to some strange music recalling the chimes of a clock._] QUEEN What an extraordinary pantomime! I think these mummers act too well. They will leave a memory, and I have far too many memories already. JOSEPHINE [_Trying to conceal the impression the play has made on her._] I shall never have any memories. When the door closes I shall forget. PRINCE Perhaps you are not so agile as you think. Something of you may catch in the door when it slams, and go on aching forever. QUEEN [_tolerantly_] Inexperience can always afford to be a little ridiculous, can it not? [_rises_] Well, it has all been very entertaining. I have really immensely enjoyed myself. [_Turning to her courtiers and taking a brooch from her lace._] I think we should give the clown some token of tonight's amusement. [_to a servant_] Go and tell Messire Gwymplane to attend us. PRINCE The performance of this mountebank has agitated me. [_passing his hand over his brow._] I want to forget something in motion, in motion. JOSEPHINE [_Looking at him and at the QUEEN, and twinkling with a sort of spiteful mischief._] It will be delicious to dance tonight. The starving should dance, the replete should dream! Come! [_takes his arm_] PRINCE What an exquisite thing for you to say to me--just at this moment. [_QUEEN glances at them with an expression of pain and hatred. An attendant approaches the QUEEN, who breaks sharply out of her reverie._] QUEEN You have not brought the clown? ATTENDANT The owner of the van begs indulgence of your Majesty. The clown has wandered off somewhere, as is his habit, and cannot be found. QUEEN How annoying! Well, the amusement I should have had in giving him this is really the only reason for such a gift. [_Replaces her brooch and turns to an attendant._] Tell these mountebanks to leave the palace grounds before dawn. ATTENDANT Yes, your Majesty. [_bows himself out_] JOSEPHINE I am glad he did not appear. He would have been horrible to look at closely. PRINCE You are cold. Let me arrange your cloak more closely about your shoulders. QUEEN Wrap my dear sister by all means, Charles, but if you can--from the inside out. [_Continues her conversation with a courtier._] JOSEPHINE [_in a low voice_] How she dislikes me! But dislike is amusing when the hours are just ending that make one the slave of its temper. PRINCE [_bending over her_] Tomorrow, Josephine.... Tomorrow you will be safe forever from her rudeness. She will need us; our united fortunes will be the bank for her gambling. JOSEPHINE Ah! tomorrow--tomorrow! QUEEN Josephine, take your prince and await me in the ballroom. JOSEPHINE [_glancing toward the cart_] It is very pleasant here, your Majesty. The air is cool so far away from candlelight, and I have an inclination to headache. QUEEN Why, a moment ago you said, "Let us dance," to which you added as your own a quotation from something you had read. JOSEPHINE [_Who has been edging nearer the cart and looking with curiosity about her._] Idle people are moody, your Majesty, but if ... QUEEN [_sharply_] It is my pleasure that you should await me in the ballroom. JOSEPHINE Your Majesty.... [_Bowing low and taking the arm of the PRINCE, looks up archly into his eyes._] We will ask the musicians to play one of those new waltzes, that make me close my eyes quite up with delight. [_PRINCE gazing enraptured, leads her out._] QUEEN [_Furiously, turning to PHEDRO who has flitted in and out since the cessation of the performance, in a low voice._] I would speak to you. [_to courtiers_] You are at liberty to precede me to the ballroom. [_Courtiers go out._] QUEEN [_leaning against a balcony_] Ah, Phedro! PHEDRO [_answering her tone_] My Majesty, my sovereign star. QUEEN It is growing late and still nothing has been done. I cannot see that there is anything to do. Oh what discomfort! PHEDRO Your Majesty's eyes are too full of pain to see clearly perhaps. QUEEN I am obsessed by a dream, and in this dream my whole life lies snared and gasping. [_DEA appears in the background of the cart, arranging things for the night. PHEDRO glances at her quickly and then back at the QUEEN._] PHEDRO There is a loose stone in every wall if one scratches long enough, yet in taking one's desire there may be surprises, unpleasant surprises. QUEEN But if ever one clutches the echo of one's own heart, what difference if a pox of madness seize the whole world? PHEDRO If you are willing to mean always what you feel now, your Majesty. QUEEN Don't talk absurdly, Phedro. Always is never more than now. And now is ever a part of eternity. Ah, I will make you more than you would dare ask if there is something to be done and you do it. Only I would rather not know the means. I would rather not be mixed up in the brew or it might sicken me afterwards to drink--of the Spring of Life. PHEDRO May I beg for the reason of my scheme to be left by your Majesty for a little? QUEEN Yes, yes, I go, Phedro. Oh, I would not have this if I thought it would deprive him of anything he really wanted, but he is ephemeral, aesthetic--in fact, he is a poet and doesn't really care for people. It is only for what they can make him feel that he likes them. Ah, how fascinating it is in him to be like that! [_PHEDRO bows over her hand, and she goes out. Sound of DEA'S singing comes very near the stage. PHEDRO hides behind some tall shrubbery. DEA steps out, tenderly sniffing the air._] DEA At last the Queen is gone; the night is mine. What a fragrance, what an exciting fragrance! It is as if all the rose petals in the world were fighting in the air! PHEDRO [_stepping out, masked_] Fighting in the air and in the dark, but that is human destiny, my dear young lady. DEA [_starting_] Who are you? PHEDRO A deep and disinterested friend of yours. DEA It is late.... I must be ... [_attempts to leave_] PHEDRO Tell me ... whom would you like to help most in the world? DEA [_gaily and innocently_] Him whom I love most in the world. PHEDRO Ah, that is Gwymplane. DEA How did you guess? PHEDRO You are too innocent to understand the keeping of secrets, but if you wish to render Gwymplane a service ... DEA I should like to more than to live ... PHEDRO Well, take this letter in your hands tonight ... to where I shall lead you, and give it to whom I shall appoint to receive it. DEA But explain ... PHEDRO There is little I may tell you, and much that you will have to believe. I know of Gwymplane unknown facts that would make him respected and rich to the end of his days, and of course you would not wish him always to remain a clown. DEA I love him too much to detain him in the little area of my wishes. Yet why should _I_ carry this note? PHEDRO Because it must reach her Majesty by you before dawn. DEA Her Majesty? Shall I approach her Majesty? PHEDRO You will observe many distinguished persons tonight, and at close range. DEA What shall I say? PHEDRO That you know, that you carry proof that Gwymplane is fully entitled to all the immediate riches and respect this letter begs for him. DEA Oh, it will be wonderful to tell the Queen that Gwymplane is entitled to immediate riches and respect. How happy he shall be made at my hands! PHEDRO [_half aside_] Just so much chance have any of us got at the hands of those who love us. [_Sound of a flute is heard._] DEA Gwymplane is coming! PHEDRO [_walking swiftly to DEA_] Mind what I tell you. Walk, feel your way down this long avenue of cypress to your right, and stop at the first white marble door you touch upon your left. Wait there for me. When I come I shall imitate the call of a cuckoo in order that the attendants may open to us immediately. [_DEA goes out hurriedly. GWYMPLANE saunters in with his strange, twisted walk._] PHEDRO You roam late in solitude among the damp grasses. Does that not make you too melancholy for jests? GWYMPLANE My ability to jest was affixed upon me by the gods in one of their humorous moments; however, anything may be written in the parchment under the seal. [_He attempts to pass on._] PHEDRO [_intently regarding him_] You are a curious fellow. GWYMPLANE I think it is you who are curious, sir. PHEDRO Ah, that was spoken after the manner of your class. GWYMPLANE My class, of mountebanks, you mean? PHEDRO No, my meaning is gathering slowly. After all, rain does not pour from the clouds until there has been sufficient mist. [_GWYMPLANE looks at him intently, then once more attempts departure._] PHEDRO One moment. GWYMPLANE I beg you, sir, to let me pass. I am a prey tonight to reveries that make of me a dull companion. PHEDRO [_experimentally_] A lady of the court was enraptured by your performance, a lady who for many years has been aware of nothing but herself. GWYMPLANE [_starting almost imperceptibly_] I am glad if my performance pleased. PHEDRO It did much more. GWYMPLANE In the measure of amusement I may have caused I am not interested. PHEDRO Nevertheless, it seemed to me that you were a little burned by the flame you cast out. GWYMPLANE Ah, I see that you enjoy pursuing other people's business; consequently you free me from the necessity of listening to you. PHEDRO [_assuming anger_] Come now, don't offend me. After all I am the steward of the Queen's court. It was I who obtained your licence to act in the palace grounds, and so apparently gratify a long-felt ambition of your lovely fellow artiste. GWYMPLANE [_softened_] Ah--Dea, yes. She has always dreamed of playing in the palace park. No, I do not wish to be rude to you, but I beg of you to cease your gossip. My task was harder tonight than usual. I am perhaps overtired. [_He puts a hand to his head._] PHEDRO Come, are you not a man? Is not the admiration of---- GWYMPLANE Do not talk to me of these things. Do not talk of these things, I beg of you. [_with a suggestion of sob in his voice_] I am not like other men. [_Unnoticed an equerry enters, and stands at PHEDRO'S side with a large, scented and sealed envelope._] EQUERRY Your pardon, sirs. PHEDRO [_Going swiftly over to the equerry, and in a low aside._] For whom is your letter? EQUERRY [_in a whisper_] For one Messire Gwymplane. PHEDRO [_attempts to take the letter_] I will see he gets it and reads it. EQUERRY Who are you? [_PHEDRO pulls up his mask._] O, Messire Phedro. [_He bows low and hands him the note._] PHEDRO [_in a grand voice_] You may leave. I will deliver your note. [_then in a low voice for the equerry alone_] Wait behind the hedge and I will give you an answer. [_Exit equerry. GWYMPLANE starts to depart. PHEDRO puts his arm on his, detaining him, while he opens the letter and reads it. A smile of malicious joy crosses his countenance which he quickly cloaks with a look of alarm. He speaks aside:_] How strange this is! Strange as if a precious bird long waited for in the night were to suddenly fly down and peck at my very gun. However ... [_He returns to himself with a start, walks over to the hedge where the equerry is waiting for the reply._] Say to her Grace that she is understood, and shall be almost instantly obeyed. [_He turns to GWYMPLANE._] GWYMPLANE I beg of you, sir, permit me to depart. PHEDRO There is trouble abroad and it concerns you. GWYMPLANE Me? PHEDRO Still there is probably much time. GWYMPLANE Explain. PHEDRO What do you call the blind girl? GWYMPLANE Dea. It is not anything about Dea? There was not anything about Dea in that letter, was there? PHEDRO It was all about her. GWYMPLANE How? PHEDRO Listen. Instead of attending to this myself, as I have done in hundreds of similar cases, I am going to take you into my confidence. GWYMPLANE What is it? What is it? PHEDRO Your lovely fellow artiste is gone. GWYMPLANE [_crying out_] Gone? My Dea! That is impossible. She does not wish to go anywhere that I am not. PHEDRO Perhaps her wishes remained unconsulted. She may have been abducted. GWYMPLANE [_drawing back_] What are you saying? It is so monstrous I must laugh or scream if I go on listening to you. [_shakes PHEDRO by the arm_] Come out with it. Where has she gone? But she is in bed! Where else? [_He runs back to the cart, and is heard calling frantically. The voice of URSUS answers him. PHEDRO stands listening, an evil smile contorting his mouth._] GWYMPLANE [_off stage_] Dea! [_There is no answer._] GWYMPLANE [_Re-entering hurriedly. Goes up to PHEDRO in a threatening manner._] I do not understand. There is something moving around me that is foul and stealthy. Tell me what it is or I'll make you feel as if you were falling down an abyss of knives. PHEDRO Calm, my gentle talker. To consider alternatives, one must keep one's presence of mind. GWYMPLANE I know. I can imagine what these courts are like and I'll usher you into hell at once if you are trying to spatter any foul scheme upon what I love. PHEDRO Ah, Dea is yours? GWYMPLANE No, you squinting rodent. She is mine only as the light is mine, and she belongs to my soul as my prayers do. PHEDRO Be calm. You have misconstrued me and are wasting time hurling invectives at some unclean figure in your own fancy. GWYMPLANE Well, then, speak out quickly. PHEDRO The Prince has fallen desperately in love with her. He confided in me so much. The letter I received informed me that he had prevailed upon her in some manner to go with him and that I was to meet him in the palace at the stroke of the quarter to render him some service. GWYMPLANE I cannot believe it; let me see the letter. PHEDRO [_Searching his pockets and vest for the letter._] Gracious, I must have torn it up in my nervousness. Ah yes, there it is. [_He points to some pieces of torn paper lying at his feet in the darkness._] GWYMPLANE [_knocking his fists to his forehead._] You mean this letter came from him who is to marry the Duchess tomorrow? He who looks like the Athenian Victory. [_glancing at his own distorted limbs_] But Dea cannot see this. [_and in a voice almost of triumph_] And she cannot see him! He must have stolen her. PHEDRO [_acidly_] His eloquence would steal the pollen out of a flower. GWYMPLANE Ah Dea! But after all--he may have _told_ her. PHEDRO What? GWYMPLANE [_with a strange sad gesture_] How I am. PHEDRO She has never known? GWYMPLANE Why should she? [_half to himself_] It was sweet that she should love what I am--not what I appear. PHEDRO Perhaps he has told her, and her hands have travelled over his face and found that it is very fair. [_GWYMPLANE bends his head between his arms._] But maybe she has gone against her will. GWYMPLANE Yes, that is it. I must find out--O, God, take me to where I can find out. PHEDRO Wait for me here a moment and I will prepare for your entrance into the palace. It may be very difficult to effect an entrance. [_He goes out and a few seconds after there is a sound of a cuckoo calling, followed by the noise of a slammed door. GWYMPLANE walks up and down in distraction._] URSUS [_from the cart_] Gwymplane! Gwymplane! Is there anything the matter? GWYMPLANE I am nervous and restless. I have never been so restless. URSUS Well, walk far into the night, my son, until the iron clamping your brain with wakefulness melts, fades into that dew of restfulness falling upon all things before the dawn. PHEDRO [_returning abruptly_] Are you ready? GWYMPLANE I am dying of readiness. [_They go out._] _CURTAIN_ ACT II ACT II SCENE 1 [_In the bedroom of the DUCHESS--exquisite, fantastic, with walls panelled in odd peacock blue. Upon these walls are crystal appliqués of a bizarre design, looking like strange ear-rings and holding within them amber lights. In the centre of the room falls a crystal candelabra with five small slender scarlet candles. On stage right a slender bed made entirely of the body of a swan--a canopy over it of pale rose net is attached with three blue feathers to the ceiling. This canopy drops over the head and foot of the bed. On stage left is a dressing mirror and table draped in fresh white muslin and rare lace. Below this table is a door--another door is directly opposite and behind the bed which faces the audience. In direct centre is a tall oblong window draped with a daffodil yellow taffeta faintly striped in mauve. A little in front, beneath this window, is a directoire sofa covered with pillows of exquisite brocade. The chairs and other appointments of furniture are cream-colored, bespattered with flowers and reminiscent of Venice. On the right, just off centre a marble faun with grotesque features on a black onyx pedestal. The DUCHESS has set around its throat many of her priceless necklaces._ _A maid is seen preparing for the DUCHESS when the curtain rises._ _Enter the DUCHESS after a few seconds' interval._] DUCHESS How is it possible that he is not returned? How long has he been gone? Did you notice what o'clock it was when I sent him? Answer me, answer me something. Don't stand about bemused as if you had never heard of a clock, or Piccolo, or a letter since you were born. MAID He cannot have had your note beyond a few minutes, Madame, but I think---- [_She bends in an attitude of listening. The DUCHESS is before her in opening the door on right._] [_PICCOLO, the same equerry seen before, enters bowing low._] PICCOLO Your Grace. DUCHESS [_with unconcealed impatience_] Did you find the clown? PICCOLO Yes, your Grace. [_He is obviously disturbed._] DUCHESS Could he read my letter? Did he appear to be reading it? [_She walks swiftly up and down_] Maybe he cannot read. PICCOLO He did not receive the letter from me, your Grace. DUCHESS How do you mean? PICCOLO I think it was he who was standing with Messire Phedro, who took it from me to give it to him. DUCHESS You tasselled ass, why did you let him have it? PICCOLO [_trying to save himself_] Nay, your Grace, he gave it at once to the clown, for I know it was the clown standing with him by the spidery confusion of his limbs. Messire Phedro said I was to tell your Grace that you were understood and would be obeyed. DUCHESS [_half to herself_] Well, maybe there is some reason. [_she turns to the equerry_] Go about your business. Don't stand around as if you were expecting the lash or you will feel it. [_The equerry rapidly retires. The DUCHESS turns to her maid._] DUCHESS Ugh! Rid me of all this glittering discomfort. [_The maid helps her out of the stiff wonderful dress and into a lovely azure garment sprayed with silver flowers._] DUCHESS [_Fixing the maid with a peremptory eye._] I will only consent to be disturbed by one person tonight. He will come alone or with Messire Phedro. He will be stooped, a little below the medium height, and will probably be in black. If the Prince command me I am already at rest. If the Queen command me I am ill. Do you understand that I will be at home to no one save this one visitor? MAID Your Grace is obeyed. [_The DUCHESS walks over to the window and throws it wide open. Moonlight falls strongly in the garden just outside and water splashes noisily from the plump hands of a dancing Cupid, poised airily upon a minute Doric column. The DUCHESS turns, frowning impatiently as she watches the maid's motions about the room._] DUCHESS Go, go. How can you take so long to straighten a pair of slippers. [_The maid retires precipitately. The DUCHESS turns once more towards the window, glancing across the court._] There are shadows in Charles's room, wrangling shadows. [_She puts her finger to her lip, biting it in a meditative manner._] Ah, somebody is trying to break away. What a bore it would be---- [_There is a sound of a key clicking in the latch; the door on stage left opens. PHEDRO comes swiftly into the room. He checks an exclamation of the DUCHESS, speaking hurriedly._] PHEDRO I know, I guessed. Listen, Gwymplane has not had your letter. This was the only possible way. I have told him his blind girl is in the palace, in order to draw him hither. Play to that, first. [_The DUCHESS hastily slips on a mask._] GWYMPLANE [_entering_] Where are we now? DUCHESS [_coming forward graciously_] I believe you seek-- GWYMPLANE [_hastily_] The blind girl in my troupe. It appears she is in the palace. DUCHESS [_Trying to conceal her joy at his arrival._] The palace is so amazingly large. Have you an idea in what part of the palace to look? GWYMPLANE [_bitterly_] Some slight idea. DUCHESS Then you cannot do better than to send Phedro to the exact spot. GWYMPLANE Very well. We both will---- [_He makes a motion of departure._] DUCHESS No, no. [_detaining him with her white arm_] Let him go and discover where she is and if he cannot bring her here, then he shall return and take you to her. GWYMPLANE But that will lose time, I must---- DUCHESS Mistakes are so much more disastrous than delay. One can pass unnoticed where two will be remarked. Trust to my better knowledge of the court. GWYMPLANE [_reluctantly_] Very well, Madame. Only speed, Sir, speed, and return to me. PHEDRO I will, dear mummer. [_He exits._] DUCHESS [_Turning to GWYMPLANE with gracious triteness._] Ah, what an unexpected delight that I might tell you what pleasure your performance gave. GWYMPLANE [_standing stiffly attentive_] Then my work is lavishly rewarded, Madame. DUCHESS [_In the tone of one who confers by asking a favor._] Do unmask. It is so very warm in these rooms. GWYMPLANE I consider but your comfort, Madame, in wearing my mask. DUCHESS [_smiling subtly_] Nay, you would be surprised at what considers my comfort and what does not. Your mask, for instance, does not. [_She sinks upon her chaise longue, intensely graceful and beautiful. GWYMPLANE lets his eyes rest upon her for a moment._] Your mask, do remove it. I have always heard artists were most gallant to women. See, I remove mine. GWYMPLANE [_Stifled with surprise and emotion._] Madame ... Madame.... DUCHESS Come! I command you to obey me. Pray take off your mask! You can have no idea how I hate mentioning a desire twice. [_GWYMPLANE removes his mask. The DUCHESS looks at him intently and sighs._] DUCHESS It must be wonderful to be you. [_She motions him to a black cushion with golden tassels at the foot of her couch._] GWYMPLANE [_Who has by this time mastered himself._] To be me, Madame? [_bitterly_] But of course your life is a revel of laughter; so why should not your thoughts be forever jesting through your words? DUCHESS I am not jesting. GWYMPLANE [_surprised_] Madame? DUCHESS It must be wonderful to be you and wind through forests and across hills into new cities with your drummers beating attention for you, through lines of unknown faces, faces over whom you have a rare--a great power. For you can moisten them with tears--choke away their breath with laughter. And afterwards, when you have finished your performance and are walking on the outskirts of some alien city, tell me, do not certain ones steal out to you and tell you of the blasphemous fancies you have stirred awake in their souls? GWYMPLANE What are you saying, Madame, what are you not saying! DUCHESS [_Leaning forward and taking one of his beautiful hands._] O, Gwymplane, I am lonely. You can have no idea how lonely. Everything around me is so false to my desires, is so alien to what I feel myself to be. GWYMPLANE You are so beautiful, Madame. Your loneliness only makes you more so. It lends the quality of a goddess to what is already earthly majesty. [_He is about to press his strange lips to her hands, when suddenly he remembers and resists._] DUCHESS Ah, you were going to kiss my hand. Why didn't you kiss it? [_She stretches it out close to his mouth._] See--here--here it is, most soft and white. [_GWYMPLANE draws away, passing his hand across his brow. The DUCHESS leans toward him, almost over him._] I am very lonely, Gwymplane. Give me a few moments of forgetfulness. O, tell me about your life--tell me about what has happened to you. [_She lays her hand upon his shoulder. GWYMPLANE takes it, kisses it, and looks up at her with flaming eyes and chalk-pale face._] Ah, that is nice! The touch of your lips chills, burns me with forgetfulness. The touch of your lips is like a tide hushing, sucking my wakefulness down into depths of terrible oblivion. O, listen, you are grotesque--your limbs are like the coils of nightmare. I love you because you are so grotesque--because upon your face is stamped the contorted beauty of your mind--your mind that is surely as amazing as your face. O, Gwymplane, tell me of what you have thought, tell me of what you are thinking. GWYMPLANE [_Who is led into rapture by her words, kneels and suddenly kisses her feet._] I am kissing your little white feet. It is like brushing my face amongst sprays of silken flowers. DUCHESS Ah, do not talk beautifully to me, Gwymplane. GWYMPLANE But you are beauty! What other language would you understand? DUCHESS Do not talk to me beautifully, Gwymplane. Talk to me with the savage pulsating words of your clown language. Talk to me as if you held a whip in your hand. [_She catches at his hand_] What marvellous hands you have! Deceitful hands--for they look unlike the things they do--the things they must do. GWYMPLANE [_Sitting upon her couch and bending over her lips._] I think you are something I have stolen out of a temple--a wonderful wingèd crownèd figure that I have stolen out of a temple and profaned. I feel as if we were in a black barge upon a scarlet sea, as if in a moment it would dip over the horizon line and we should be lost forever together. O, I feel as if all the light in the world were flowing from behind the chalice of your pale face. I love you, I love you. DUCHESS [_Drawing away from his straining arms and lips._] You love me, you love me! But you do not talk to me as if you were a clown. You do not speak to me with those curiously pungent words that are flung between men and women in the thickets near the booths. [_almost pettishly_] You do not talk at all like a clown, Gwymplane. GWYMPLANE [_His eyes slowly travelling over her body._] I do not understand--I cannot understand why you permit my hands to touch you. Does not the flame from my hands burn you as they tremble and hover nearer, nearer to your scorching loveliness? But I think you are ivory, ivory dyed in hues of dawn and sunset. DUCHESS Ah, I wish you would not speak to me beautifully. I tell you beauty is not so dear to me as ugliness. O, Gwymplane [_with a rather coarse gesture nudging his arm_], O, Gwymplane, tell me of love as I want to hear of it, and I will love you better than all the rest! GWYMPLANE The rest? [_he presses his hand to his temple_] There are no rest. There was one--O God! I am lost! Nothing matters now [_in a shrill voice_]. I--I have found out what I can be! DUCHESS [_Stretching herself and smiling upon him._] How happy I am with you, my distorted lover! Only I wish you had not taken the white paint from your face. I wish your lips were fantastically scarlet as when you danced. I wish you were in your clown's dress and that the circus dwarfs could be here, playing their evil music while we talked. Kiss me. GWYMPLANE [_Drawing away and gazing at her in rapture._] But my heart is here, underneath your slender foot. O, my heart has no will of its own but is only a reckless fever leaping, shivering after crumbs of your favour. [_He is about to kiss her, when suddenly the DUCHESS turns aside--an odd numbness creeping over her features._] DUCHESS Something is wrong--terribly wrong. You do not speak to me like a clown. You are not like a clown. Who are you--what are you really? GWYMPLANE My love [_he turns to kiss her shoulder_], I am your lover. What does any other reality matter tonight? [_There is a knock at the door on stage left. GWYMPLANE starts to his feet, flinging upon the DUCHESS a look of terror._] DUCHESS [_biting her lip--calls out_] Who dares to disturb my rest? VOICE OF PRINCE CHARLES It is I. DUCHESS Well? CHARLES Phedro told me he thought he heard you cry out a moment ago? DUCHESS Ah, so it is he--[_her face has grown dark and furious_] or does he push in some accident to favour me. GWYMPLANE [_in a low voice_] Treachery--if I had not been so mad all evening I could have smelt it on every gust of air. JOSEPHINE Hush, don't ruin us. CHARLES Did I hear you speak? JOSEPHINE No, Charles. I was merely muttering a few imprecations at you for disturbing my rest. CHARLES You want for nothing? JOSEPHINE For nothing save to be left in peace. [_The footsteps of the PRINCE are heard receding. Suddenly through the open French window steps DEA. GWYMPLANE shudders back with horror. The DUCHESS looks in amazement and anger at the lovely apparition. GWYMPLANE with a gesture of supplication implores her to be silent. The DUCHESS returns his look contemptuously._] DEA [_advancing into the room_] Where am I? Someone took me out of one room and pushed me in here. DUCHESS I am the Duchess of Beaumont. You are in my room. DEA O, I am glad, Madame. I have been terribly frightened all evening. [_GWYMPLANE stands frozenly against the wall._] DUCHESS Really? By what? DEA I was looking for the Queen. I was being guided to the Queen's apartment when suddenly I found myself in a room with some gentleman. DUCHESS Ah, what gentleman, I wonder? DEA I do not know. I am blind and he would not answer me. But I felt his hand to see if it was the Court Steward's. It was not the Court Steward's hand, for this man wore a ring with a gigantic stone. DUCHESS [_Always unquestionably upon the right scent of anything damaging to her vanity._] An oblong stone? DEA [_pausing_] Yes, your Grace, I am sure it was an oblong stone. DUCHESS [_her face becoming very malicious_] Well, what did he wish of you? DEA He said many things to me. He told me how I appeared to him in all things beautiful, and that he wished to steal me away forever from the troop and for himself because he loved me. DUCHESS [_starts_] [_GWYMPLANE wrings his hands in impotent fury._] Strange those bundles we possess, that are of no value to us whatever, should, nevertheless, when they fall into the river, become precious as gold. [_she snaps her fingers_] So much for faithfulness! And you answered this gentleman? DEA [_looking around abstracted_] Your Grace, is there anyone else in this room? DUCHESS I don't think so. [_GWYMPLANE starts imperceptibly. The malicious DUCHESS, reading his thought, shuts the window and locks it. GWYMPLANE looks at her in terror._] And what did you reply to your preposterous lover, little gipsy thief? DEA Madame! DUCHESS Unconscious, charming thief of affection that should tonight, if ever, have been faithful! So [_half to herself_] one can be jealous of a man without caring a rap for him! Well, it is something to have found out that vanity is the ruling passion. I shall take more care of its feelings than ever after this. But--your story, little blind girl. DEA O--I stretched my arms out against this gentleman and prayed, and my prayer was heard, for Phedro came and said he thought he had heard you call, and this man went out telling me to remain, when a pair of hands suddenly laid hold upon my wrists and led me out into the air, then pushed me into this room. DUCHESS Think how disappointed your lover will be when he returns and finds you gone! DEA I do not care what he should think. DUCHESS Your affections are already a wreath upon some mortal head, eh? DEA [_modestly_] Yes, I love, I am beloved. DUCHESS [_quizzically regarding her_] By whom, pray? DEA Messire Gwymplane of the circus troop. DUCHESS [_throwing back her head and laughing_] No? Beloved by Gwymplane, you say? [_GWYMPLANE looks at her in a horror of bewilderment, the point of her conduct beginning to pierce his heart._] DEA O yes, beloved by Gwymplane. DUCHESS It seems to me, child, that upon this somewhat fantastic night we have perhaps changed partners. DEA Madame? [_GWYMPLANE stands rigidly silent. The DUCHESS plucks a flower from a vase, throwing the petals over DEA'S head in a gesture half gay, half brutal._] DUCHESS At last the whimsy of my soul is outmatched by the turn of events. DEA I hang upon your words, Madame, yet I do not understand them. DUCHESS Still you and I have proven to each other, with and without intent, the existence of a quality common to the world at large--faithlessness, look you. [_With an almost violent gesture she drags DEA over to GWYMPLANE and places her hand upon the familiar form._] DEA [_Feeling with gradually hurrying, hysterical fingers._] Gwymplane, my love! GWYMPLANE Ah, Dea, yes. DEA How wonderful to find you in this terrible nightmare--like a fire flaming up before snow-lost feet. GWYMPLANE My Dea. [_She puts her hand upon his shoulder, the DUCHESS regarding them through her lorgnette._] DUCHESS What an idyl! How it refreshes me to watch. However, come, clown, take the girl and begone. Here is a crown for your love--it did not please me, you know, so you are getting far more than your deserts. DEA [_halting_] Your love, Gwymplane? She said your love? GWYMPLANE Anyone can misuse a word, but my voice is lost in a stammer of shame. DEA I do not understand, but for what is love save to pass understanding? [_She puts her arm through his_] Come, let us go. DUCHESS [_with furious malice_] What a charming way of conducting life, little blind girl! When your lover is tired of pursuing his latest fancy and has been thrown out [_almost stamping her foot_] he will return and grow warm in the rays of your faith. DEA Gwymplane will not fancy anyone save me. Ursus says so, and besides I know it--I could not live if I did not know it. DUCHESS [_laughing_] [_GWYMPLANE steps menacingly towards her._] Clown, clown, you shall not murder me because I do not champion your deceits. [_to DEA_] Your lover does not care that I should repeat the poetry of his conversation to me this evening, but it was such rare poetry--more rare than I wanted in fact. [_mimicking derisively_] "I feel as if we were in a black barge upon a scarlet sea, as if in a moment our boat would dip over the horizon line, and we two should be lost forever," or--here is another pretty line--"I feel as if all the rays of light in the world were flowing from behind the chalice of your pale face." DEA [_putting her hand to her heart_] Oh, Gwymplane--the last thing she said--was so like--so like---- DUCHESS Maybe it is a stanza that he says to all of us. Poets are peculiar creatures--they have their lines by heart and insist upon repeating them, even at the wrong moment. DEA [_staggers_] Gwymplane, my love--for you are my love--I am terribly hurt somewhere--Let us go. GWYMPLANE [_Supporting DEA and turning to the DUCHESS._] You did not have your pleasure, I know, and---- DUCHESS [_pointing imperiously_] Go, clown. I can add the situation up myself. No, I think I want another word with you. [_GWYMPLANE, unheeding, tries to pass her with DEA upon his arm._] Fool, obey me, or embrace a peril that will choke you and your little friend of disobedience. Come, she shall await you in my private conservatory. [_She makes a gesture as if to separate them._] GWYMPLANE I shall go with her. DUCHESS Nay, suspect no more mousetraps. Lead her there yourself; see that she is comfortable among the candles and flowers, then return to me for your own interest and for hers. [_GWYMPLANE leads DEA out door on left and returns._] You have had a strange evening for a mountebank--an evening filled with such events as to strain almost any amount of discretion. GWYMPLANE I shall not talk. DUCHESS Not of ourselves, of course. No man, not even a clown, but draws a veil across his rejected flesh. GWYMPLANE Well then? DUCHESS But in that spiritual condition which follows being repudiated your muscles will probably be seeking, straining, to express your mind and the direction will probably be to avenge your blind girl. GWYMPLANE All that in my own way, Madame. DUCHESS And your way will be? Come. GWYMPLANE Ah, Madame, I am weary of your commands. Over my actions you have a certain power, but, as my mind and what shall come out of it is still mysterious to me, I am afraid you must share the discomfort of my own ignorance. DUCHESS [_in a more kindly tone_] Listen to me, clown. You were brought to me tonight to relieve me of a whim, I admit that. And you brought me no relief. GWYMPLANE [_with sophistication_] The question interests me dispassionately, Madame. But, considering you waived my personal defects [_he winces_], just why did I not--please you? DUCHESS But I told you before--I wanted a clown, and you talk like the very essence of all these lords and poets. But that is aside--I am to be married tomorrow. GWYMPLANE I know,--to him--and you wish him spared the public lash of scandal, I suppose. DUCHESS He need not be spared it entirely--I do not ask that. You can make plea to the Queen, if you wish, the day after the ceremony--only not tomorrow. Much rests on that for me. GWYMPLANE Madame, with the insolence of your class, you are asking favours of one whose degradation you have sought and shared. DUCHESS Perhaps, but you must remember that I am the sister of the Queen and can impose obedience to the most insolent favours I choose to demand. [_A loud knock from the door leading into the conservatory. GWYMPLANE starts towards the door. The DUCHESS holds him back._] Truly an eventful hour. [_she raises her voice_] Ah, what now? VOICE OF THE QUEEN I heard you were so indisposed you could not come to me even upon the most urgent matter. [_The DUCHESS signifies with a gesture of fury that she is aware of being fatally played against. In the meantime the QUEEN is putting her own key into the lock. JOSEPHINE turns with supplication to GWYMPLANE, at length too afflicted by the situation to guard her poise._] DUCHESS You would not talk like a clown. Be----I know you--a gentleman. Save me! Save us! [_She points to a door._] In there--a blind closet. Do not attempt to escape or we shall hear you. GWYMPLANE [_Bowing low and casting an ironic eye upon the panic of the DUCHESS._] There is at least a peculiar variety in your demands, Madame---- [_The door barely closes upon him as the QUEEN enters continuing her speech._] QUEEN Consequently, if you are too ill to attend the Queen, it is but human for the Queen to await anxiously upon you. But, my dear-- [_The DUCHESS is biting her lip with ill-concealed rage._] You do not look ill--you look angry. Have there been disturbing things? [_She plucks the curtain aside, and lets it drop, but continues looking about her with assumed carelessness._] DUCHESS Nothing more disturbing than being continually interrupted--I do not speak of your Majesty's visit--when I wished to remain undisturbed. QUEEN How annoying to have one's solitary reveries continually scattered by people hammering at the door. What did they all want? Who were they? DUCHESS There was Charles. QUEEN And after that? DUCHESS O, various people asking ridiculous questions. [_She plucks a large bit of heliotrope from the bowl and bites it rather vengefully._] But, my sister, do confide in me the august matter that can necessitate your being abroad at such an unearthly hour. QUEEN There is no one that can overhear us? You have dismissed your servants? DUCHESS O, hours ago. [_rather insolently_] You may feel quite at your ease with me. QUEEN You will forgive my poking about, Josephine? But you are so vague--all artistic and beautiful natures are vague--you might easily have forgotten that Piccolo is hanging about somewhere waiting to carry a last goodnight word to your impatient bridegroom. Why, there is a strange girl sitting at this very moment in your conservatory. Her face was somehow familiar. DUCHESS [_commencing to be rather distracted_] Ah, yes, a late hamper of my wedding clothes. The girl awaits for me to repay her pains for coming. But, indeed, your Majesty, I would be flattered if you would accept my word that we are alone here. QUEEN Dear child, naturally, I accept your conviction that there is no one about, but I do not trust your memory. I admire too much the artist in you for that. Ah! Do I hear someone scratching apologetically upon the window? [_smiling_] Really, no wonder your sense of privacy is outraged tonight. DUCHESS Who now? PRINCE [_in a slightly frantic voice_] I, Josephine. Did anyone pass in by this window a few minutes ago? DUCHESS [_Looking at the QUEEN, whose ironic countenance struggles with real emotion._] Who should? You perceive the curtains are drawn. PRINCE A girl--one of the troupe of mountebanks--a blind girl. Phedro brought her in with a most important letter for the Queen. He left her a moment, returned, and she was gone. He hesitated to disturb you at this late hour; so I told him I would come myself and ask. QUEEN [_suddenly speaking in a tone of relief_] Ah, with a note for me. Is it only that? For Heaven's sake, don't go on talking through a closed window, Charles. It gives such an air of tension to everything. Josephine, open the window to Charles. [_Josephine obeys._] PRINCE [_Stepping into the room so befogged with his own agitation as to have no room left for astonishment at the presence of the QUEEN._] Josephine, your Majesty, are you quite sure---- DUCHESS My dear Charles, do you think I am in the habit of not noticing the intrusion of perfectly strange women into my apartment at night? PRINCE Then you saw no one? [_DUCHESS smiles enigmatically._] QUEEN [_addressing the PRINCE_] Why are you so anxious that this message from the blind girl is delayed? Or are you just naturally upset about everything tonight, being so near the altar? DUCHESS Ah, yes, so near the altar. Tell me how have you spent these last free hours, Charles? QUEEN I hope you have spent them romantically, fingering a lute or something. DUCHESS Fingering something--was it a lute, Charles? [_CHARLES glances at the DUCHESS in alarm. The QUEEN intercepts the look and grows a little uneasy herself._] QUEEN You seem to be throwing dirt at one another out of a bonbonnière. I have a feeling I should extremely dislike to hear you actually explain yourselves. I wonder where Phedro is. He has hinted to me of extraordinary news for tonight. [_she opens the window and looks out_] And now it is almost dawn. [_She calls PHEDRO, and opens the door through which she has entered the room, calling PHEDRO._] VOICE OF PHEDRO Majesty, I come. [_He enters. The DUCHESS gives him a fearful look, which he returns with a grim smile._] QUEEN You promised significant news for me after midnight and in the apartment of the Duchess. I have come. It is long beyond midnight. What have you to say? PHEDRO We are strictly in private, your Majesty? QUEEN Assure yourself. I had some feeling about it myself a few minutes ago. [_PHEDRO steps at once to the door where the mountebank is concealed, but the DUCHESS with a haughty look actually forestalls him, opening the door herself. GWYMPLANE steps into the room. The QUEEN pretends to be speechless. The PRINCE is._] [_stiffly_] Your Grace, the Duchess of Beaumont will please explain. DUCHESS Oh, this mountebank was merely seeking the blind girl from his troupe, who had been admitted, or possibly abducted, into the palace. QUEEN Abducted, really? By whom? For whom? DUCHESS [_with a glance at CHARLES_] We do not know, but we guess possibly. [_At the word "abducted" GWYMPLANE steps menacingly up to the PRINCE. The QUEEN catches the look of hauteur and hatred that is exchanged between them. She hastily discovers some growing discomfort from which she slides away in her usual fashion by pursuing another channel of thought._] QUEEN Nevertheless, why does he seek his partner in your Grace's closet? PRINCE Josephine, good God--what are you? DUCHESS What you are or would be, Charles--a star of the nobility, shedding its single glory for the last time. QUEEN Come, come, cease your language. Why was this mountebank in your Grace's closet? DUCHESS He flew to the nearest door in the opposite direction from whence came your Majesty's voice. I suppose he lost his head in his embarrassment. That is a quality of the lower classes. QUEEN Your answers are tedious evasions. They explain nothing save what you wish to conceal--your dishonour. [_she turns to GWYMPLANE_] Mountebank, I think you have ruined and frustrated the life of a most important personage in our court. PHEDRO Hold, hold. A bat has not torn a lily as you suppose, your Majesty. QUEEN No? Then what _has_ happened, Phedro? And do drop your metaphor. We are not wise enough so late to do it justice. PHEDRO Two stars have blundered together, that is all. Her Grace the Duchess of Beaumont and His Highness Prince Ian of Vaucluse. PRINCE My brother? Here? But my brother is dead! Where can you have imagined to have seen my brother? PHEDRO [_Approaches GWYMPLANE making him a low bow._] Prince Ian of Vaucluse. [_GWYMPLANE, as if he saw madness, loses the nervous control of his features by which he can efface his terrible grin, and his face grows convulsed with it._] QUEEN [_regarding him and laughing shrilly_] Here is some monstrous joke devised by Phedro. Why, Josephine, if this were true, then he--the clown--would be your fiancé, nor have a right to reject you, since sharing in your rather disreputable offence. Ah, what folly! [_she places her hand upon her heart, gazing at PRINCE CHARLES_] But how I would like to credit the wildest phantasy tonight. [_The DUCHESS is looking on disdainfully as if witnessing rather a boring farce._] PHEDRO [_looking intensely at the QUEEN_] When the thing that we have longed for comes true, it may sound like madness. I have every credential to prove my extraordinary announcement. QUEEN [_Looking whimsically from one to another._] Ah, let us suppose for a moment, Josephine, that this were true. Surely you would be happy in a marriage so fortified by natural selection, and, as for Charles--the loss of certain things might be replaced by others. [_She gazes at him tenderly._] DUCHESS [_In a sudden outburst of confusion and ennui._] We are all gone mad. I feel as if we were in a web. I marry with a clown--the clown a lord--the lord a deformity. [_She shudders_] GWYMPLANE O, I cannot stand this hellish whirl another instant. It is biting my ankles off and blinding my eyes in a red sting of madness. [_He attempts to throw open the door. PHEDRO swiftly forestalls him with widespread arms and a grim expression; GWYMPLANE turns away bowed from his ferocity of pain and bewilderment, while PHEDRO, with an incredible, greased swiftness, lets himself out the door, and returns almost upon the instant with DEA terrified, supported on his arm._] PHEDRO [_turning suavely to DEA_] My dear young lady, calm yourself. Where is the letter? [_DEA takes it from her breast. GWYMPLANE looks at the letter in agonized amazement._] DEA You said I was to give it to the Queen. PHEDRO You are in the presence of her Majesty. [_DEA makes a low curtsey, and holds out the letter. The QUEEN takes it from her with a strange, stiff gesture._] Your Majesty, this is the missive sealing officially my tale. QUEEN [_Reads the letter, her face played upon by expressions varying from incredulity to ironic joy. Turning to PHEDRO._] There is no doubt about this? PHEDRO [_turning a page_] You note your Chancellor's signature. QUEEN [_Finishes the letter and stands looking intently ahead of her. She suddenly speaks in a rather strange voice._] I hate to be trite, but my inner laughter is far too loud to be tamed into wit; so I think I must use the stock phrase, and observe that truth is never so tedious as fiction. [_she passes her hand over her brow_] Come, clown, you may go, or rather my lord, you have my earnest leave to exchange our presence for the open air, while we sit in judgment over these discoveries. You may take the young lady with you, who apparently cannot see [_with a bitter look at CHARLES_] the interest she evokes. [_GWYMPLANE drags DEA out half fainting, but turns in the door, facing them all._] GWYMPLANE Take care. It is dangerous to be marionettes too long--even now your limbs may be turning into sawdust. [_They exit without paying the QUEEN respect._] QUEEN [_Turning to PRINCE CHARLES and then to the DUCHESS._] How very uncomfortable he will make the House of Lords. Artists are terrible people, especially when they get out of their _métier_, and even if they were born gentlemen. [_she takes a hand of the DUCHESS and of CHARLES_] I request you both to be in my cabinet tomorrow morning as early as you can manage to rouse yourselves after this rather full evening, and we shall see what it is fair to do in love [_she glances softly and rather whimsically at the PRINCE_] and war. [_looking fixedly at JOSEPHINE_] [_She throws both their hands away from her as if they had stung her. An equerry opens the door, and she exits abruptly._] _PRINCE and the DUCHESS [bowing low to her departing back and murmuring_]: Your Majesty is obeyed. _CURTAIN_ SCENE 2 [_It is night upon the deck of a small schooner, whose sails are outlined against leaden streaks, commencing to herald the dawn._ _DEA lies extended upon a low couch, beside the chair of URSUS. In the dim light her form possesses the eternal majesty of sculpture. From afar the voices of sailors chanting some sad litany of the sea. URSUS leans back in his chair, looking up into the face of departing night. GWYMPLANE paces in and out, anguished with unrest._] URSUS [_to GWYMPLANE, who hardly heeds him_] Nothing follows us. It never occurred to them that a man should want to escape good fortune. They never think to bolt the door when they have gilded the walls. O, how profitably one can surprise these people who think the entire world reflects their contemplation of self. GWYMPLANE [_Who has not heard the preceding speech at all, comes in, halting abruptly._] Life, life. It has suddenly burst its leash--torn in among us like a mad dog and wounded us, mortally, I think, [_glances at DEA_] O, the pain, the tragedy that can come out of nonsense. Will Dea live, can Dea live? URSUS [_sighing heavily_] Perhaps, perhaps. How quiet and smiling she looks. There is some great pathos about her peacefulness as if Heaven were restoring to her something cruelly lost in this world. GWYMPLANE [_Walking over to her couch and wringing his hands._] My love, my little love. [_URSUS rising and soothing his agonized posture with a gentle hand, which GWYMPLANE shakes off._] GWYMPLANE Oh, there seems no corner in myself into which I can creep, pull down the blinds, and shut out those horrible, jeering, grotesque, indecent processionals that I joined and made last night. URSUS My poor son! You threw your body to the jackals for an hour. You forgot there was a soul in your body to get mangled along with the rest. GWYMPLANE Oh, my soul was not in all that. URSUS Most people perish from thinking like you. [_earnestly_] Somewhere in you is a blinding, transfigured face, struggling up out of the sprawled, coiling limbs of infinite pasts, yet put it in certain conditions and it retains its fearful stamp of former bestiality. But during death, death the last condition we follow, what a likeness unto God appears upon the features of the worst of us. GWYMPLANE [_who is too tortured to hear_] Oh, how can I ever again catch at her lovely virginal hands? [_he lifts one very gently_] Her hands have the sudden beauty and strange fragrance of flowers that bloom among shadows. How can I ever press my lips against them again without bruising their dear shy softness by this weight of unworthiness I carry within me? URSUS Only through hope. GWYMPLANE Hope is for people who have not such keen noses as I. I can smell the decay in myself far too well to go near the person I love with it. Only to sleep, to sleep, and not have to make my way any more, through these biting, malicious, stifling memories. How can a man's soul exist after he knows what sodden morasses the body can clamp him into! URSUS Stumbling may teach a man to hold his lantern nearer the ground. GWYMPLANE My arms are broken. They cannot hold anything except despair. DEA [_stirring faintly_] [_URSUS is immediately at her side and bends over her. GWYMPLANE stands looking down over the back of her couch._] How fast we are going! What are we on that is moving so swiftly? URSUS We are sailing away, Dea, you, Gwymplane, and I, toward happiness and safety. DEA I have always been happy, until---- [_She puts her hand on her heart. GWYMPLANE winces._] URSUS [_speaking gently_] Let me put my hand across your forehead and smooth you back into dreams as I used to when you were a child. That will be best. DEA I wonder, have I not passed what is best. You say that I am on a boat, but it seems to me I am going somewhere by myself, swiftly, eagerly, and that I am carrying my love for Gwymplane like a sheaf of lilies under my arm. [_GWYMPLANE bends over, whispering her name out of the bursting anguish of his heart._] Gwymplane, I feel your breath across my cheek. I feel your tears upon my face. Oh, why are you crying? GWYMPLANE My love, my dear love, there is too much beauty about you. You are an answer to the last wish of a man's heart that blows him over the gates of Paradise. Anyone would weep if the face of God were to shine out suddenly through their prayers. DEA Oh, I understand all that. I have felt that so often about you. [_She puts her hand tenderly on his. Suddenly she raises herself on her elbow._] Gwymplane! Ursus! I think--I think I am about to see! There are bright stretches of colour beginning behind my eyes. [_She lifts herself into a sitting position, stretching out her arms. There is a long pause._] O, I do see, I see! [_She is looking up into the sky, which is becoming radiant with streaks of dawn._] I see a million pale ribbons fluttering through grey vapour. They are widening into rivers of colour, into vast dazzling spaces and some divine form is shining through now and sweeping all the darkness away off the world, with his golden wings. GWYMPLANE [_turning ecstatically to URSUS_] I believe she sees. [_He suddenly cringes away from her, and speaks in a whisper to URSUS._] Maybe she will see me at last. URSUS She sees the sky of heaven. [_DEA drops back upon GWYMPLANE'S arm._] GWYMPLANE [_with anguished apprehension_] Oh, darling, do you still see? Do not stop speaking. Tell me more. DEA I cannot wait, I think, any longer. GWYMPLANE My love, then, if you are going before me, [_a strange look passes over his face--he straightens himself_] just a little before me, will you let fall some bright flowers from your breast that will make a track of light for me to follow in, so that we may perhaps waken together? O, love, how remote your beautiful face is becoming. Do you even hear me, I wonder. DEA [_very low_] I do hear. Gwymplane, come nearer. That night I tried to understand, but I thought with so much pain that I could not seem to understand. Now the pain is gone out of any thought and I understand now how little cause there was for pain. GWYMPLANE Beloved. DEA I know I am your beloved. Hold me close. [_He wraps her frantically in his arms._] I want the blessing of your arms to be the last thing in my life. [_Suddenly a look of recognition and joy floods her face, and her eyes seem to follow some divine approach. She murmurs_]: How beautiful! How right! [_And fluttering in GWYMPLANE'S arms she is dead. He lays her gently back, lifts one of her hands, kisses it, looks at her as if the last agony had been drawn out of his soul, then passes his hand across his brow, tries to speak, and after a long pause:_] GWYMPLANE It appears we have made good our escape. URSUS [_raising his head from his arms_] The tide is with us. GWYMPLANE We are bound--where? URSUS Westward. GWYMPLANE [_with tenderness_] Dear Ursus, you were leaving your country and going to face old age among customs, languages, peoples, strange to you, and to save us from the talons of a pack of cards. URSUS You and I are going now, Gwymplane. GWYMPLANE I think I have no more knack for wearing costumes and masks, and I could not ask human beings to accept me as I am, either inside or out. Any reality is like a row of knives and each minute drags me backward and forward across them. [_He seems to commune upon and decide something within himself. His voice breaks clearly over a long pause._] Good-night, Ursus, I am going up into the prow to seek some fresher air. [_URSUS sits with his head on his arms, which are resting on DEA'S coverlet. There is a faint shrill of sighing wind, with the voices of the sailors rising beneath it, and the ascending sun commences to throw red bars across the water._ _Suddenly the singing voices cease abruptly and a sailor hurries in._] SAILOR Sir, sir, a man has fallen into the sea! URSUS [_Starting out of his lethargy and speaking in a strange, numb voice._] Then put the ship about. We return. SAILOR Shall we not lower boats and make search for this man--[_he shudders and crosses himself_] for this man who has fallen into the sea? URSUS [_half to himself_] Let a man rest where he has gone by his own will. _CURTAIN_ SCENE 3 [_An antechamber communicating with the QUEEN'S bedroom._] 1ST COURTIER The air is very heavy this morning. 2D COURTIER It is as if the clouds had dropped down out of the sky, entered into this palace, and turned into leaden wheels, running over one, no matter where one hides. 3D COURTIER You are lucky to be able to talk. I am too depressed even to breathe. 1ST COURTIER I am terribly depressed,--but I am still curious. What do you suppose it is all about? 2D COURTIER It is all about passions. There have been several conflicting kinds rushing through the atmosphere lately. Naturally the sea is a bit choppy for our painted sort of barks. [_He nods about him rather contemptuously._] 3D COURTIER You can at least talk no matter what happens. 1ST COURTIER Well, we don't seem any nearer knowing the truth. [_Enter two ladies in a state of great excitement._] 1ST LADY What could you have possibly expected? I suppose the marriage is off. Josephine could never be interested in anything, and as for the Prince---- 2D LADY His self-interest would push anything else out of him. 1ST LADY Of course, if it _is_ off, Josephine must have made him appear unbecoming and _she_ probably brought all the candles in the palace to help illuminate Josephine's mistake. Phew! they are all quite dreadful. 1ST COURTIER Sh! It is unwise to be so indiscreet, even in a crisis. Remember, we have to face each other, and all of these others every day for years. Perhaps the memory of your candour will make you feel a little ridiculous later. [_Hand bell tinkles._] 1ST LADY The Queen's bell. [_She goes to a door on right and timidly knocks._] THE QUEEN'S VOICE [_off stage_] Is the Duchess attending me yet? 1ST LADY No, Majesty. QUEEN Have me informed immediately upon her arrival. Until then, I wish you would discuss your absorbing trifles in a lower tone. My room is exactly like a sounding board for your idle conversation. However, I tell you all this with a recurring regularity that none of the rest of my life seems to possess. 1ST LADY Your Majesty is obeyed, and our most humble apologies to your Majesty. [_She closes the door softly._] QUEEN You haven't shut the door. You haven't shut it tight. Oh, for Heaven's sake, slam it! [_The court lady bangs the door with discretion._] 1ST COURTIER [_whispering_] What a humour she is in! What a woman of moods! 2D COURTIER She is illusive. She is like a succession of masks, seen at dawn. In her there always appears a terrible wanness, right upon the heels of a wonderful freshness. 3D COURTIER I don't wish to seem unpleasant, but I wonder if you could talk a little less or say something. 2D COURTIER [_regarding him witheringly_] I should advise you to go off by yourself and drink some _fleur d'oranger_ and bathe your temples in _eau de cologne_. Isolation is the only resolution for such ill-humour. 1ST LADY Wasn't the Duchess radiant last night? If the marriage is not off I hear she will give a dance, a very small one, to celebrate the first month of her marriage. [_Suddenly she looks rather uncomfortable._] 2D LADY Ah, you are wondering, shall we be invited, considering we are the Queen's favourite ladies? 1ST COURTIER If everything is all right, when the Duchess comes let us think of something especially charming to say to her. Something that will hint, without asserting, our warmer attachment. [_both ladies nod their approval_] Sh! Here's Phedro. PHEDRO [_Enters, looking for the first time during the play as if a ghost had sucked his blood._] Is the Queen up? 1ST COURTIER She is awake, but wishes to remain undisturbed until the Duchess arrives. PHEDRO Ah, then I shall go and polish my bullet a little more officially. [_They all stare at him in amazement._] But has not her Grace been tearing the Queen's curtains back at dawn? 1ST LADY No, why should she be? What has happened? [_They all crowd around him._] A LADY The air seems sizzling with lightning. Tell us, has the Queen done her some rudeness again? We were just saying how charming she was and thinking of how to express our admiration to her on her arrival. PHEDRO Don't disturb your vocabulary for the sake of the Duchess. LADIES AND COURTIERS [_in one voice_] Why, what has happened? PHEDRO The Duchess does not exist any longer. A COURTIER She is dead? 2D COURTIER Artemis has risen to hunt, but in heaven-- 3D COURTIER Good God! [_he gradually recovers himself_] What a shame the classics are taught. It lends a pulpit to such tedious people. A LADY Oh, we must know, if we are to live. What has happened to the Duchess? PHEDRO [_grimly--with finality_] She has become _déclassée_. [_Everybody grows gradually stupefied._] A LADY [_only partially recovering_] You mean that she left the door open? Or mislaid one of her jewels somewhere? OTHER LADY [_just able to murmur_] You would suggest that she permitted herself to be--discovered? PHEDRO Yes, her apartment was honeycombed with indiscretions. 1ST COURTIER [_sharply_] But what did that matter? Who plucked them out? PHEDRO The Queen. 3D COURTIER What an appalling mischance! A LADY It is an outrage! People who are lazy enough to be found out are a menace to all of us. 3D COURTIER A gentleman will hardly know where he is safe when the Duchess of Beaumont can allow such an occurrence. PHEDRO I am afraid I must make my exit from this troubled surface and scrutinize more silent things. [_Pause. Half to himself_] I wonder how a man looks who has slept well among the touch and glide of fishes. A LADY What sort of horrible, wriggly thing are you saying, Phedro? PHEDRO I am tasting my own cooking. It is delicious. However, enough public reverie. When the Duchess comes, announce her to the Queen in whatever manner fits your inclination. Take a good breath of bad manners. It will refresh you all. [_he glances at his watch_] Ah, I shall be late for a certain melancholy addition of facts. LADIES What facts? PHEDRO You shall see. I have only read you the prologue. [_He exits, almost bumping into the DUCHESS, who sweeps by him into the room. The courtiers stand about perfectly limp, enjoying their indifference._] DUCHESS I am present. [_half turning_] Kindly acquaint her Majesty with that fact. A LADY [_Starts to courtesy, but suddenly remembers that she doesn't have to._] Very well, you can wait here. [_The DUCHESS looks at her with incredulous amazement. Suddenly the voice of the QUEEN is heard._] QUEEN Is that the Duchess? THE LADY It is, your Majesty. QUEEN Tell her to wait where she is. I shall be with her presently. Meanwhile you may disperse without formalities. LADY Your Majesty is obeyed. [_She comes back into the room and together with all the rest gazes insolently at the DUCHESS as they file out. The DUCHESS stands, staring frigidly ahead of her and looking supremely beautiful._] DUCHESS [_clenching her hands slightly_] Fools! They would look better without their heads. [_Enter the QUEEN, looking extremely pale and serious, evidently on the verge of some personal climax._] QUEEN My sister. DUCHESS Your Majesty? [_They bow formally to one another, then remain silent a little._] QUEEN O, what is the sense of trying to carry a meeting like this off? I have been too astonished lately to hold on to my _savoir faire_. Here are my explosions in a nutshell. The announcement that the clown Gwymplane is the Prince of Vaucluse I am satisfied is authentic. He is in consequence your _fiancé_. DUCHESS [_losing her wits in a temper_] You must be mad to suppose I should really marry with a mountebank, a deformity, no matter what he has been born. QUEEN Evidently you forget the position you enjoy entails implicit obedience. [_The DUCHESS is about to break out._] Please don't be banal. I couldn't bear to hear you say that your life was slavery. Your life is merely idiotic. Slaves were sturdy, magnificent people who understood massage, and you look as if a powder puff could blast you off the earth. DUCHESS You hate me! QUEEN But you know that I knew you knew that. DUCHESS When Charles comes, or perhaps you don't permit him to come--possibly it would annoy you to see the anguish he will be in over me. QUEEN Vain people have the most curious faith in the unselfishness of everybody else. Ah, here comes the bone of contention, looking remarkably bright. [_Enter PRINCE. He bends over the QUEEN'S hand and gazes up into her eyes, speaking with a new thrill in his voice._] PRINCE My gracious cousin, I hope your health matches this exquisite morning. QUEEN [_abruptly pointing_] There is Josephine. Give her some of your after-breakfast optimism. PRINCE Ah! [_He bows rather distantly over JOSEPHINE'S hand that is extended with unusual cordiality._] DUCHESS Charles, my dear, don't let us be absurd. Last night was a fantastic heaping of mischance. PRINCE You are neat in phrases, Josephine, but exactly what do they mean? And please don't sulk--only well-loved people can afford to do that. DUCHESS If you dare to presume to criticize me, I will---- QUEEN [_Looks nervously at PRINCE, who interposes quickly._] PRINCE My dear Josephine, I could not bear to have you hold me responsible for these grotesque discoveries of last night. Apparently he is my brother, and it should have been me who suffered those terrible deformities save for the mischievous meddling of a malicious servant; but certainly now you are his lawful bride, and I have no other name than one the Queen's mercy can devise. JOSEPHINE But your Majesty will do something for us, after all, we love each other! PRINCE [_Looks at JOSEPHINE over the edge of his buttonhole, into which his nose becomes completely submerged._] Do you love me this morning, Josephine? DUCHESS You loved me last night. PRINCE [_sighing_] I think there has always been something a little angular in our relations and now that it has become my duty to relinquish you, I rather fancy there is no harm in assuring you it is also my pleasure. [_A momentary look of pity for JOSEPHINE crosses the QUEEN'S countenance, replaced by an obvious flow of childish joy._] QUEEN You have not really cared, but---- PRINCE Save for--but it is so very early and bright, and we are not alone. DUCHESS So sorry to be in the way. I shall hope to be dismissed presently. I can hear you are tuning up, Charles. Ah, well, I shall have a clown for a husband. What more should a married woman wish for? And plenty of time to catch the roses and the sighs wafting up from my gardens. But Charles, where is your little blind girl? PRINCE How should I know? She found the Queen and delivered her note. QUEEN How did you know she had a note to deliver? PRINCE I ran into her with Phedro coming through the garden. He went to see if all was right with Josephine, while I---- DUCHESS Mingled hands, at least, for she said: "He told me that he wanted me for himself and forever, nor was he the Court Steward, for he wore a great oblong stone upon his hand." I hope she comes back with my intended, and tells to your Majesty the story of Charles's little lapse into the romantic. O, listening to her one must believe her, for she has all that obvious lack of fancy only to be found among rarely good people. Her face is quite open and classic, unbroken by the slightest hint of imagination. A lie couldn't possibly twist up through such regular lines. QUEEN [_Over her face has gradually grown a singular change._] Mingling hands, ah, that was why--[_she bites her lip, passing her hand across her brow._] However, to that later. Josephine--[_in a kinder tone_] I have made you acquainted with our disposition. Go now and prepare to become the Duchess of Vaucluse. [_JOSEPHINE is about to exit, when PHEDRO enters hurriedly._] PHEDRO Your Majesty. QUEEN Oh, what an air of rush there is about everything this morning. Well, speak, speak. PHEDRO Her Grace cannot become the Duchess of Vaucluse. QUEEN Ah, why not? PHEDRO He is beyond us. QUEEN Do you mean that he has sought for himself, the only satisfactory rest!--a sleep without dreams. He is dead!--How? PHEDRO The philosopher and the blind girl escaped with him at dawn; long before sunrise an old, disused hulk was seen going down the river, and in the blaze of this morning has returned with only the philosopher and his hired oarsmen. Apparently the blind girl died from the tremors of escape, and the clown in his grief found nothing left in himself to face life with, so he threw his distressed person into the sea. QUEEN So, Josephine, your second bridegroom has been seduced away from you by Destiny. Charles, your fortune, which was at any rate confiscate to your brother, now passes to the Crown. I wonder just how you will manage. [_CHARLES throws her a tender, confident look which she evades._] But one thing at a time. Josephine, what occurs to you in this fitful moment? DUCHESS Life nauseates me so at the moment that it is difficult to imagine any corner where I would not be too dizzy with hatred to stand. If you will permit me, I shall return to my rooms to think. There are some agreeable things scattered through my rooms that may possibly inspire direction. QUEEN Your sensations, Josephine, they have always been so much more acute than your emotions. I wonder if you could not turn with a certain surprising equanimity from regarding the marble forms of your Greeks to the Gothic saints of wood and ivory, then one would detect incense in the fold of your shroud instead of patchouli in the pleats of your cambric. You know, probably you could find in the distortions of religious mania a perfect _pendant_ to your taste for deformities in life. DUCHESS You are cruel, and you are irreverent. QUEEN Ah, my dear, in that last epithet speaks your extreme desirability for the vocation, superstition, which is nothing more nor less than fear of reason, or possibly a certain instinct that the truth would make everything look rather second class--if one is second class one's self. DUCHESS I suppose it is not incumbent upon me to stand here in order that my character inspire you with further Socratic comment. QUEEN Not at all, my dear sister; by all means seek your fauns and draperies and forgive me for prattling on quite regardless of sowing the tragic seed--_ennui_. [_At this juncture it is only the intense refinement of the DUCHESS which prevents her from falling into the unbecoming posture of powerless invective. PHEDRO, who has listened to the foregoing, presumes here to interrupt._] PHEDRO Your Majesty, have I your permission to retire? QUEEN [_turning vaguely toward him_] Certainly, certainly, Phedro. It must be extremely fatiguing to keep on hitting, one after another, so many peculiar facts. PHEDRO [_bowing low_] My position in your Majesty's service is far too exhilarating to permit of fatigue. To breathe is occasionally difficult [_his voice lowers to something resembling a hiss_], consequently to rest does not occur. [_He glances about him as if at a group of neatly despatched marionettes--a glare of furtive hatred distorting his features, which is hastily veiled by his usual laconic humility._ _The QUEEN precipitates his departure with a wave of her hand, to which he instantly submits._] [_Exit PHEDRO._] DUCHESS [_Resuming in a voice of excessive boredom._] Well, adieu, Charles, I suppose you will go on alternating between vice and sentimentality until the curtain drops. You know, one reason why you never attracted me? PRINCE Josephine, is this quite in taste? DUCHESS Taste is something one uses on arranging one's rooms, not upon human beings. QUEEN Well hit, Josephine. You have at least the satisfaction of going out to the ringing of the bull's eye. DUCHESS Possibly. [_She exits after courtseying to the QUEEN, who returns it in proper measure. There is a silence. PRINCE looks tenderly at the QUEEN, who moves about in a rather staccato manner, disturbing perfectly placed bibelots and pieces of furniture._] PRINCE We are alone at last. QUEEN That word should sound like the fold of wings around one's exhausted body. PRINCE [_archly_] Substitute arms for wings, and could for should, if I may be permitted to correct---- QUEEN Oh, Charles, don't woo me with this poetic verbosity to take the place of feeling. It is so exactly what you would say to the brewer's daughter, had you selected her to save your estate and pay your bills. PRINCE Ah, Anne, Anne, why will you be so ironic? QUEEN Once or twice I thought of not being ironic, of looking into some person's eyes, and not finding that I had to look away, of resting with someone in a long silence full of exchanged beauties. PRINCE [_approaching her_] Anne, dear, how---- [_The QUEEN laughs and backs away from him, where he stands with his arms stretched out towards her. In her laugh suddenly there is a slight sob._] QUEEN Stand that way another instant, Charles. Ah, here is everything I have wanted, schemed for, wept about, in the position I have dreamt of it. [_She glances out at the park._] The back drop is perfect also. Birds' song, the freshness of morning, sunlight, youth,--youth to be gotten through somehow. However, here it all is, a dream--and not turning pale as all the others did in daylight. Yet, strangely enough, I cannot find a self in me to come forward and take these things as they are now. PRINCE Anne, Anne, for God's sake--I swear to you I can explain everything. QUEEN Try not to let your fear of personal consequences intercept the pity you should feel for me. PRINCE Anne, I love you, I love you. QUEEN Why, why is it that people cannot watch anything die in silence? I suppose after all you are not sufficiently ruthless to carry off your own selfishness with any sort of dignity. PRINCE [_sulkily_] You do not believe me. You credit the report of a woman who has every reason to hate me. QUEEN No, I credit intuition, instinct that is always stinging past what one wants to think and flinging some dismantled idol across one's feet. Somehow, from looking down at a lie one can never look up to that particular thing again. PRINCE It was the lie you minded more than what I did. QUEEN I think a truth, no matter of what kind, would have given me some point of exhilaration upon which to try you out. PRINCE Oh, Anne, I do not understand you. QUEEN It is as well we found out. How jocosely casual we are about our spirits. We tie them into some bondage of eternity for the security of a night's lodging, and then wonder that life grows sour upon our palate. [_she smiles over at CHARLES'S bewilderment_] Which means, in the literal terms of those who credit reincarnation, that if we married, those things you would have to do to keep your heart up would cause your next showing to degenerate into a slight motion of slime at the base of mountains. Think of the distance lost, Charles, for such a little mincing forward step. Come, the morning wanes. Fortunately there are things to do, no matter what cannot be done. I shall return you half of your fortune, which, you will remember, is wholly confiscate to the Crown, but upon the condition that you pass the fleeting future from well under my nose. I could not bear to be incessantly reading my past, which is printed all over you in large letters. Really, Charles, you are a shifting mass of monuments to the hope of a ridiculous person. PRINCE You have broken my heart. I may as well go, I suppose. QUEEN Thank God, I have a literal mind, for what you have said, as you have said it, literally means, "I see you have found me out, so I suppose there is no use wasting any more time around here." PRINCE You are impossible. You think too quickly. QUEEN [_smiling broadly_] Charles, Charles, go now, now, while I am smiling at you. It will be nice to remember our saying good-bye and smiling. [_She comes to him, takes his hand, looks up at him, but he will not let his face be natural. She smooths his face, apparently looking for some effect of Nature. Finally his features do relax into a rather sheepish, furtive smile._] Ah, now, I see you do not want to talk about it any more, and you do want to get right away. There, go. [_She pushes him toward the door, and out through it, and he is heard remonstrating with her down the hallway. In a few seconds she re-enters with his boutonnière in her hand. She looks rather strangely about her, and presses his flower to her mouth._] QUEEN My child, my love, it had to be good-bye this time. [_Far in the distance the air of "Clair de Lune" is being played upon myriad guitars and flutes._] _CURTAIN_ * * * * * Transcriber's Notes On page 74, the opening bracket in: [GWYMPLANE _with a strange sad gesture_] was moved: GWYMPLANE [_with a strange sad gesture_] Stage directions indented in the original book are shown as blockquotes. Quaint and inconsistent spelling and punctuation have been retained from the original book. --- Provided by LoyalBooks.com ---