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HE WHO GETS SLAPPED [Illustration: _Setting by Lee Simonson_ _Photograph by Francis Bruguierre_ A SCENE FROM THE THEATRE GUILD PRODUCTION] He Who Gets Slapped A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS BY LEONID ANDREYEV TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY GREGORY ZILBOORG [Illustration: colophon] NEW YORK BRENTANO'S Publishers COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY BRENTANO'S COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY THE DIAL PUBLISHING COMPANY _All rights reserved_ _Printed in the United States of America_ The first regular production of HE in English was by The Theatre Guild on January 9, 1922, at the Garrick Theatre, New York. The original cast was as follows: _Tilly_ } { Philip Leigh _Polly_ } _Musical Clowns_ { Edgar Stehli _Briquet, Manager of the Circus_ Ernest Cossart _Mancini, Consuelo's Father_ Frank Reicher _Zinida, a Lion Tamer_ Helen Westley _Angelica_ } _Trapeze Performers_ { Martha Bryan Allen _Estelle_ } { Helen Sheridan _Francois_ Edwin R. Wolfe _HE_ Richard Bennett _Jackson, a Clown_ Henry Travers _Consuelo, the Equestrian Tango Queen_ Margalo Gillmore _Alfred Bezano, a Bareback Rider_ John Rutherford _Baron Regnard_ Louis Calvert _A Gentleman_ John Blair _Wardrobe Lady_ Kathryn Wilson _Usher_ Charles Cheltenham _Conductor_ Edwin R. Wolfe _Pierre_ Philip Loeb _A Sword Dancer_ Renee Wilde _Ballet Master_ Oliver Grymes { Vera Tompkins { Anne Tonnetti _Ballet Girls_ { Marguerite Wernimont { Frances Ryan _Actresses in Circus Pantomime_ { Adele St. Maur { Sara Enright _Thomas, a Strong Man_ Dante Voltaire _A Snake Charmer_ Joan Clement _A Contortionist_ Richard Coolidge _A Riding Master_ Kenneth Lawton _A Juggler_ Francis G. Sadtler _Acrobats_ { Sears Taylor { Luigi Belastro _Stage Manager_, Philip Loeb _Ass't Stage Manager_, Oliver Grymes _Produced under the direction of_ ROBERT MILTON _Settings and Costumes by_ LEE SIMONSON "Stage, screen, and amateur rights for the translation and the original play in all English-speaking countries are owned and controlled by The Theatre Guild, 65 West 35th St., New York City. No public readings or performances may be given without their written consent." INTRODUCTION Leonid Andreyev as a literary figure was born in the gloomy atmosphere of depression of the 'nineties. He thus appeared upon the literary stage at a period when the old and splendid generation of Turgenev and Dostoevsky had already passed away and when Chekhov had begun to demonstrate before the reader the gloom and colourlessness of Russia life. This was a period when the social forces of Russia were half destroyed by the reaction under Alexander III, and when the young generation was trying to rest and to get away from the strain of social hopes and despair. This period, briefly speaking, was a period of melancholy, of commonplace, every-day preoccupations, and of dull _terre à terre_ philosophy. It must be borne in mind that literature was the only outlet for the moral and intellectual forces of Russia. Political reaction, censorship, complete absence of civil liberties, and the cult of popular ignorance upon which Czardom based its power, all these made the written artistic word almost the sole expression of Russian social longings and idealistic expectations. It is therefore only natural that Russian literature in its general development is closely interwoven with the political and social conditions of Russia at the given moment. The 'nineties were a period of depression. After the assassination of Alexander II (1881) and the subsequent tightening of the chain of reaction, combined with a general _débâcle_ in progressive and radical circles, the Russian intellectual fell into a state of pessimism. His faith in an early liberation was shattered, his hope of recovery was broken. Chekhov is the most characteristic representative of that period; he himself called his heroes "the dull-grey people." Maxim Gorki and Leonid Andreyev appeared almost simultaneously at that time. The former brought the message of a rebel spirit which forecast a new moral upheaval, a new social protest; the latter appeared clad in the gloom of his time, which he strangely combined with a spirit of almost anarchistic revolt. From the point of view of historical completeness Leonid Andreyev is more representative of the epoch, demonstrating at once two contradictory elements of the Russia of the 'nineties: lack or even absence of faith interwoven with protest and mutiny. Andreyev is symbolic and romantic. Her Majesty Fate and His Excellency Accident, these are the two dark, unknown, at times brutal forces which dwelt ever before the mind's eye. His symbols are full of horror and at times unbending atrocity. Beginning with his short stories, In Fog, The Life of Basil of Thebes, through his dramas, The Life of Man, and Anathema, until his last writings, he saw human beings in the form of ghosts and ghosts in the form of human beings dominating every step, every breath of life. Still his gruesome symbolism, despite his genius for rendering his images in a clear-cut, almost crystalline manner, did not appeal to many of his contemporaries because the dark shroud in which Andreyev enveloped life was impenetrable and at times it was impossible to discern in that gloom the few values which Andreyev still found in life. Leo Tolstoy said once: "Leonid Andreyev tries to frighten me, but I am not afraid." Even in his splendid realistic dramas it is difficult for Andreyev to rid himself of the habit of symbolizing and dimming the few rays of light which try to filter through. There was nevertheless a little corner in Andreyev's artistic heart where there appeared some indefinite hope which never acquired a specific artistic form, but which was alluded to many times in his writings. In his short story, Thought, he makes fragmentary allusions to his half-hope, half-idea: "If the lot of the Man be to become a God, his throne will be the Book," says the hero. But the red laugh of the Russo-Japanese war, the abortive revolution of 1905, the general ignorance and darkness of the masses, the strain of the last war, the depreciation of human life as a value in itself, brought Leonid Andreyev to the last step of the pessimistic ladder which he was ever descending into the abyss of hopelessness. This state of mind is best illustrated by his last dramatic work, HE, the One Who Gets Slapped. Here we see a man of high education, of great intellectual achievement, who leaves life, willingly in appearance, but forcibly in fact. The relations of man to man, of group to group, according to Andreyev are such that the Man is forced to efface himself. Even Thought, or the Book, could not help the Man to become a God. He becomes a clown. He performs stunts, he gets slaps; the public laughs, being unaware that this laughter is a mockery at itself, at its culture, at its thought, at its achievement. The characters of the play, as the reader will see, are depicted with a bitter sarcasm and unfriendliness, for Andreyev seems to have lost his last faith in the Man. The good, the innocent and clean heart is bound to suffer and die. His Consuelo, Zinida, Bezano are only stray rays of light out of place in the world and even in the world-circus which is full of spiders, champagne, and human outcasts. Andreyev does not blame these outcasts. On the contrary, he feels sympathy, if for anybody, for just these clowns, jugglers, and bareback-riders; but life, this strange combination of fate, accident, and cowardly slander, is stronger, and they collapse under the burden of this combination. HE is perhaps the best work of Andreyev, at any rate his best dramatic work. It is more adapted to stage conditions than his previous plays and is not overcrowded with symbolic ghosts. Furthermore, HE is a remarkable summary of Andreyev's philosophy. GREGORY ZILBOORG HE WHO GETS SLAPPED CAST OF CHARACTERS CONSUELO--_a bareback rider in a circus_. _Billed as "The Bareback Tango Queen."_ MANCINI--_Consuelo's father_. HE--_a clown in Briquet's circus_. _Billed as "HE Who Gets Slapped."_ BRIQUET--_Manager of the circus_. ZINIDA--_a lion tamer, Briquet's wife_. ALFRED BEZANO--_a bareback rider_. A GENTLEMAN. BARON REGNARD. JACKSON--_a clown_. TILLY } POLLY }--_musical clowns_. THOMAS, ANGELICA, _and other actors and actresses of Briquet's circus_. _The action takes place in one of the large cities of France._ HE WHO GETS SLAPPED ACT I _A very large, rather dirty room, with whitewashed walls. To the left, in a niche, is a window, the only outside window in the room, opening on a court-yard. The light from it is so dim that even by day the electricity has to be turned on._ _At the very top of the centre-back wall is a row of small dusty windows. They open on the circus hall. At night, when the performance is going on, a bright light shines through. By day they are dark. In the same wall is a large white door, reached by two stone steps, and nailed fast._ _On the right, almost in the corner, is a high, wide, arched doorway which leads to the stables and the ring. By day it opens into pale darkness, at night into pale light._ _The room is used for many purposes. It is the office of Papa Briquet, manager of the circus; here he keeps his little desk. It is the cloak-room of some of the actors. It is also the room where the cast gathers between calls, during rehearsals or performances. Again, it is a check-room for used circus property, such as gilt armchairs, scenery for pantomimes, and other wares of the circus household. The walls are covered with circus announcements and glaring posters._ _The time is morning. In the circus hall a rehearsal is going on, and preparations are being made for the evening performance. As the curtain goes up, the cracking whip and the shouts of the riding-master are heard from the ring. The stage is empty for a few seconds, then enter Tilly and Polly, the musical clowns, practising a new march. Playing on tiny pipes, they step from the dark doorway to the window. Their music is agreeable to the ear, but small, mincing, artificially clown-like, like their mincing steps; they wear jackets and resemble each other; same smooth-shaven face, same height; Tilly, the younger, has a scarf around his neck; both have their derbies on the backs of their heads. Tilly glances through the window, then they turn about, still marching._ POLLY [_Interrupting the march_]: Stop, you're out again! Now, listen--[_He stands close to Tilly and plays into his face. Tilly absent-mindedly listens, scratching his nose._] There! Come on now! [_They resume their music and marching. As they reach the door they meet the manager and_ MANCINI; _the latter walks behind the manager, and is gnawing at the knob of his goldmounted cane_. COUNT MANCINI _is tall and slight. The seams of his clothes are worn and he keeps his coat buttoned tight. He assumes extremely graceful manners, takes affected poses, and has a special fondness for toying with his cane, with aristocratic stylishness. When he laughs, which happens often, his thin sharp face takes on a marked resemblance to a satyr. The manager_, "PAPA" BRIQUET, _is a stout quiet man of average height_. _His bearing is hesitant. The clowns make room for the gentlemen. The manager looks questioningly at the older man._] POLLY [_With an affected accent_]: Our moosic for the pantomime! The March of the Ants! BRIQUET Ha! Yes! [_The gentlemen walk in. The clowns resume their music_, POLLY _marching on, then turning, the younger following._] POLLY Papa Briquet, Jack is working very badly to-day. BRIQUET What's the matter with him? POLLY He has a sore throat. You'd better take a look at him. BRIQUET All right. Come on, Jack. Open your mouth! Wider--wider. [_Turns clown's face to the light near the window and examines him closely and seriously._] Just smear it with iodine. POLLY I told him so. I said it was nothing! Oh! Come on. [_They go away playing, marching, practising their funny mincing steps. The manager sits down._ MANCINI _strikes a pose by the wall, smiling ironically._] MANCINI So. You give them medical treatment, too! Look out, Papa Briquet, you have no licence. BRIQUET Just a little advice. They're all so afraid for their lives. MANCINI His throat is simply burnt with whiskey. These two fellows get drunk every night. I am amazed, Papa Briquet, to see you pay so little attention to their morals. [_He laughs._] BRIQUET You make me sick, Mancini. MANCINI Count Mancini is at your service! BRIQUET You make me sick, Count Mancini. You poke your nose into everything, you disturb the artists in their work. Some day you'll get a thrashing, and I warn you that I shan't interfere. MANCINI As a man of superior associations and education I cannot be expected to treat your actors as my equals! What more can you ask, Briquet? You see that I do you the honour of speaking with you quite familiarly, quite simply. BRIQUET Ha! ha! ha! [_Slightly threatening_] Really!-- MANCINI Never mind my joke. What if they did dare attack me--ever seen this, Briquet? [_He draws a stiletto out of his cane and advances it silently._] Useful little thing. By the way, you have no idea of the discovery I made yesterday in a suburb. Such a girl! [_Laughs._] Oh, well! all right, all right--I know you don't like that sort of sport. But look here, you must give me a hundred francs! BRIQUET Not a sou. MANCINI Then I'll take away Consuelo--that's all---- BRIQUET Your daily threat! MANCINI Yes, my threat! And you would do the same, if you were as shamefully hard up as I am. Now look here, you know as well as I do that I have to live up to my name somehow, keep up the family reputation. Just because the tide of ill-fortune which struck my ancestors compelled me to make my daughter, the Countess Veronica, a bareback rider--to keep us from starving--do you understand--you heartless idiot! BRIQUET You chase the girls too much! Some day you'll land in jail, Mancini! MANCINI In jail? Oh, no! Why, I have to uphold our _name_, the splendour of my family, [_laughs_] haven't I? The Mancinis are known all over Italy for their love of girls--just girls! Is it my fault if I must pay such crazy prices for what my ancestors got free of charge? You're nothing but an ass, a _parvenu_ ass. How can you understand Family Traditions? I don't drink--I stopped playing cards after that accident--no, you need not smile. Now if I give up the girls, what will be left of Mancini? Only a coat of arms, that's all---- In the name of family traditions, give me a hundred francs! BRIQUET I told you no, I won't. MANCINI You know that I leave half of the salary for Consuelo--but--perhaps you think I do not love my child--my only daughter, all that remains to me as a memory of her sainted mother--what cruelty! [_Pretends to cry, wipes his eyes with a small and dirty lace handkerchief, embroidered with a coronet._] BRIQUET Why don't you say, rather, that she is foolish enough to give you half her salary. You make me sick---- [_Enter Zinida, the lion tamer; burningly beautiful, her self-confident, commanding gestures at first glance give an impression of languor. She is_ BRIQUET'S _unmarried wife._] ZINIDA [_To_ MANCINI]: Good morning. MANCINI Madame Zinida! This barbarian, this brute may pierce me with his dagger, but I cannot control the expression of my love! [_Kneels facetiously before her_] Madame! Count Mancini has the honour of asking you to be his wife.... ZINIDA [_To_ BRIQUET]: Money? BRIQUET Yes. ZINIDA Don't give him any. [_Sits down wearily on a torn sofa, shuts her eyes. MANCINI gets up and wipes his knees._] MANCINI Duchess! Don't be cruel. I am no lion, no tiger, no savage beast which you are accustomed to tame. I am merely a poor domestic animal, who wants, miaow, miaow, a little green grass. ZINIDA [_Without opening her eyes_]: Jim tells me you have a teacher for Consuelo. What for? MANCINI The solicitude of a father, duchess, the solicitude and the tireless anxiety of a loving heart. The extreme misfortunes of our family, when I was a child, have left some flaws in her education. Friends, the daughter of Count Mancini, Countess Veronica, can barely read! Is that admissible? And you, Briquet, heartless brute, you still ask why I need money! ZINIDA Artful! BRIQUET What are you teaching her? MANCINI Everything. A student had been giving her lessons, but I threw him out yesterday. He had the nerve to fall in love with Consuelo and stood there miaowing at the door like a cat. Everything, Briquet, that you don't know--literature, mythology, orthography---- [_Two young actresses appear, with small fur coats thrown over their light dresses. They are tired and sit down in the corner._] MANCINI I do not wish my daughter---- ZINIDA Artful! BRIQUET You are stupid, Mancini. What do you do it for? [_In a didactic tone_] You are fearfully stupid, Mancini. Why does she need to learn? Since she is here she need never know anything about that life. Don't you understand? What is geography? If I were the government I would forbid artists to read books. Let them read the posters, that's enough. [_During_ BRIQUET'S _speech, the two clowns and another actor enter. They sit down wearily._] BRIQUET Right now, your Consuelo is an excellent artist, but just as soon as you teach her mythology, and she begins to read, she'll become a nuisance, she'll be corrupted, and then she'll go and poison herself. I know those books, I've read 'em myself. All they teach is corruption, and how to kill oneself. FIRST ACTRESS I love the novels that come out in the newspaper. BRIQUET That shows what a foolish girl you are. You'll be done for in no time. Believe me, my friends, we must forget entirely what is happening out there. How can we understand all that goes on there? MANCINI You are an enemy of enlightenment, you are an obscurantist, Briquet. BRIQUET And you are stupid. You are from out there. What has it taught you? [_The actors laugh._] If you'd been born in a circus as I was, you'd know something. Enlightenment is plain nonsense--nothing else. Ask Zinida. She knows everything they teach out there--geography, mythology---- Does it make her any happier? You tell them, dear. ZINIDA Leave me alone, Louis. MANCINI [_Angrily_]: Oh! Go to the devil! When I listen to your asinine philosophy, I'd like to skin you for more than a paltry hundred francs--for two hundred--for a thousand. Great God! What an ass of a manager! Yes, right before every one of them I want to say that you are a stingy old skinflint--that you pay starvation wages. I'll make you give Consuelo a raise of a hundred francs. Listen, all you honest vagabonds, tell me--who is it draws the crowd that fills the circus every night? You? a couple of musical donkeys? Tigers, lions? Nobody cares for those hungry cats! ZINIDA Leave the tigers alone. MANCINI Beg your pardon, Zinida. I did not mean to hurt your feelings--honestly. I really marvel at your furious audacity--at your grace--you are a heroine--I kiss your tiny hands. But what do they understand about heroism? [_An orchestra softly plays the Tango in the circus. He continues with enthusiasm._] Hear! hear! Now tell me, honest vagabonds, who but Consuelo and Bezano draws the crowds! That Tango on horseback--it is--it is---- Oh, the devil! Even his fatuousness the Pope could not withstand its lure. POLLY True! It's a great trick--wasn't the idea Bezano's? MANCINI Idea! Idea! The lad's in love, like a cat--that's the idea. What's the good of an idea without a woman! You wouldn't dance very far with your idea alone, eh, Papa Briquet? BRIQUET We have a contract. MANCINI Such base formalities. ZINIDA Give him ten francs and let him go. MANCINI Ten! Never! _Fifteen!_ Don't be stubborn, Papa. For the traditions of my house--twenty. I swear--on my honour--I can't do with less. [BRIQUET _hands him twenty francs. Nonchalantly_] _Merci._ Thanks. ZINIDA Why don't you take it from your baron? MANCINI [_Raising his eyebrows haughtily, quite indignant_]: From the Baron? Woman! who do you think I am that I should be beholden to a stranger? ZINIDA You're plotting something artful. I know you very little, but I guess you're an awful scoundrel. MANCINI [_Laughs_]: Such an insult from such beautiful lips. [_Enter an "artist," apparently an athlete._] ATHLETE Papa Briquet, there's a gentleman from beyond the grave asking for you. ACTRESS A ghost? ATHLETE No. He seems alive. Did you ever see a drunken ghost? BRIQUET If he's drunk, tell him I'm out, Thomas. Does he want to see me or the Count? ATHLETE No, you. Maybe he's not drunk, but just a ghost. MANCINI [_Draws himself together, puffs up_]: A society man? ATHLETE Yes. I'll tell him to come in. [_One hears the whip cracking in the ring. The Tango sounds very low and distant--then comes nearer--louder. Silence._] BRIQUET [_Touching_ ZINIDA'S _arm_]: Tired? ZINIDA [_Drawing back a little_]: No. POLLY Your red lion is nervous to-day, Zinida! ZINIDA You shouldn't tease him. POLLY I played a melody from Traviata for him. And he sang with me. Wouldn't that be a good trick to stage, Papa Briquet? [THOMAS _brings in the gentleman, points out the manager, and goes heavily away. The gentleman is not young, and he is ugly, but his rather strange face is bold and lively. He wears an expensive overcoat, with a fur collar, and holds his hat and gloves in his hand._] GENTLEMAN [_Bowing and smiling_]: Have I the pleasure of addressing the manager? BRIQUET Yes. Won't you sit down, please? Tilly, bring a chair. GENTLEMAN Oh! Don't trouble. [_Looks around._] These are your artists? Very glad---- MANCINI [_Straightening and bowing slightly_]: Count Mancini. GENTLEMAN [_Surprised_]: Count? BRIQUET [_Indignantly_]: Yes, Count. And whom have I the honour of---- GENTLEMAN I don't quite know myself--yet. As a rule you choose your own names, don't you? I have not chosen yet. Later you might advise me about it. I have an idea already, but I am afraid it sounds too much like literature--you know. BRIQUET Literature? GENTLEMAN Yes! Too sophisticated. [_They all look surprised._] I presume these two gentlemen are clowns? I am so glad. May I shake hands with them? [_Stands up and shakes hands with clowns, who make silly faces._] BRIQUET Excuse me--but what can I do for you? GENTLEMAN [_With the same pleasant, confident smile_]: Oh. You do something for me? No. I want to do something for you, Papa Briquet. BRIQUET _Papa_ Briquet? But you don't look like---- GENTLEMAN [_Reassuringly_]: It's all right. I shall become "like." These two gentlemen just made remarkable faces. Would you like to see me imitate them? Look! [_He makes the same silly faces as the clowns._] BRIQUET Yes! [_Involuntarily_] You are not drunk, sir? GENTLEMAN No. I don't drink as a rule. Do I look drunk? POLLY A little. GENTLEMAN No--I don't drink. It is a peculiarity of my talent. BRIQUET [_Familiarly_]: Where did you work before? Juggler? GENTLEMAN No. But I am glad you feel in me a comrade, Papa Briquet. Unfortunately I am not a juggler, and have worked nowhere--I am--just so. MANCINI But you look like a society man. GENTLEMAN Oh, you flatter me, Count. I am just so. BRIQUET Well, what do you want? You see I am obliged to tell you that everything is taken. GENTLEMAN That's immaterial. I want to be a clown, if you will allow me. [_Some of the actors smile_, BRIQUET _begins to grow angry_.] BRIQUET But what can you do? You're asking too much. What can you do? GENTLEMAN Why! Nothing! Isn't that funny! I can't do a thing. BRIQUET No, it's not funny. Any scoundrel knows that much. GENTLEMAN [_Rather helpless, but still smiling and looking around_]: We can invent something---- BRIQUET [_Ironically_]: From literature? [_The clown Jackson enters slowly without being noticed by the others. He stands behind the gentlemen._] GENTLEMAN Yes, one can find something literary, too. A nice little speech for instance on, let's say, a religious topic. Something like a debate among the clowns. BRIQUET A debate! The devil! This is no academy. GENTLEMAN [_Sadly_]: I am very sorry. Something else then. Perhaps a joke about the creation of the world and its rulers? BRIQUET What about the police? No, no--nothing like that! JACKSON [_Coming forward_]: The rulers of the world? You don't like them? I don't either. Shake. BRIQUET [_Introducing_]: Our chief clown, the famous Jackson. GENTLEMAN [_Enthusiastically_]: Great heavens--you! Allow me to shake hands with you heartily! You, with your genius, you have given me so much joy! JACKSON I'm glad indeed! BRIQUET [_Shrugs his shoulders; to Jackson_]: He wants to be a clown! Look him over, Jim. [_Jackson makes a motion at which the gentleman hurriedly removes his coat and throws it on a chair. He is ready for the examination. Jackson turns him round, looking him over critically._] JACKSON Clown? Hm! Turn round then. Clown? Yes? Now smile. Wider--broader--do you call that a smile? So--that's better. There is something, yes--but for full developments---- [_Sadly_]: Probably you can't even turn a somersault? GENTLEMAN [_Sighs_]: No. JACKSON How old are you? GENTLEMAN Thirty-nine. Too late? [_Jackson moves away with a whistle. There is a silence._] ZINIDA [_Softly_]: Take him. BRIQUET [_Indignant_]: What the hell shall I do with him if he doesn't know a thing? He's drunk! GENTLEMAN Honestly I am not. Thank you for your support, Madame. Are you not the famous Zinida, the lion tamer, whose regal beauty and audacity---- ZINIDA Yes. But I do not like flattery. GENTLEMAN It is not flattery. MANCINI You are evidently not accustomed to good society, my dear. Flattery? This gentleman expresses his admiration in sincere and beautiful words--and you--you are not educated, Zinida. As for myself---- [_Enter CONSUELO and BEZANO in circus costume._] CONSUELO You here, Daddy? MANCINI Yes, my child, you are not tired? [_Kisses her on the forehead._] My daughter, sir, Countess Veronica. Known on the stage as Consuelo, The Bareback Tango Queen. Did you ever see her? GENTLEMAN I have enjoyed her work. It is marvellous! MANCINI Yes! Of course. Everyone admits it. And how do you like the name, Consuelo? I took it from the novel of George Sand. It means "Consolation." GENTLEMAN What a wonderful knowledge of books! MANCINI A small thing. Despite your strange intention, I can see, sir, that you are a gentleman. My peer! Let me explain to you, that only the strange and fatal misfortunes of our ancient family--"_sic transit gloria mundi_," sir. CONSUELO It's a bore, Daddy---- Where's my handkerchief, Alfred? BEZANO Here it is. CONSUELO [_Showing the handkerchief to the gentleman_]: Genuine Venetian. Do you like it? GENTLEMAN [_Again bowing_]: My eyes are dazzled, how beautiful! Papa Briquet, the more I look around me the more I want to stay with you. [_Makes the face of a simpleton._] On the one hand a count, on the other---- JACKSON [_Nods approval_]: That's not bad. Look here, think a bit--find something. Everyone here thinks for himself. [_Silence. The gentleman stands with a finger on his forehead, thinking._] GENTLEMAN Find something--find something ... Eureka! POLLY That means _found_. Come! GENTLEMAN Eureka---- I shall be among you, he who gets slapped. [_General laughter. Even_ BRIQUET _smiles_.] GENTLEMAN [Looks at them smiling]: You see I made even you laugh--is that easy? [_All grow serious. Polly sighs._] TILLY No, it's not easy. Did you laugh, Polly? POLLY Sure, a lot. Did you? TILLY I did. [_Imitating an instrument, he plays with his lips a melody at once sad and gay._] JACKSON "He Who Gets Slapped," that's not bad. GENTLEMAN It's not, is it? I rather like it myself. It suits my talent. And comrades, I have even found a name--you'll call me "HE." Is that all right? JACKSON [_Thinking_]: "HE"--Not bad. CONSUELO [_In a singing, melodic voice_]: "HE" is so funny--"HE"--like a dog. Daddy, are there such dogs? [_Jackson suddenly gives a circus slap to the gentleman. HE steps back and grows pale._] GENTLEMAN What!--[_General laughter covers his exclamation._] JACKSON HE Who Gets Slapped. Or didn't you get it? POLLY [_Comically_]: He says he wants more---- [_The gentleman smiles, rubbing his cheek._] GENTLEMAN So sudden.--Without waiting.--How funny--you didn't hurt me, and yet my cheek burns. [_Again there is loud laughter. The clowns cackle like ducks, hens, cocks; they bark._ ZINIDA _says something to_ BRIQUET, _casts a glance toward_ BEZANO, _and goes out_. MANCINI _assumes a bored air and looks at his watch_. _The two actresses go out._] JACKSON Take him, Papa Briquet--he will push us. MANCINI [_Again looking at his watch_]: But bear in mind, that Papa Briquet is as close as Harpagon. If you expect to get good money here you are mistaken. [_HE laughs._] A slap? What's a slap? Worth only small change, a franc and a half a dozen. Better go back to society; you will make more money there. Why for one slap, just a light tap, you might say, my friend, Marquis Justi, was paid fifty thousand lire! BRIQUET Shut up, Mancini. Will you take care of him, Jackson. JACKSON I can. POLLY Do you like music? A Beethoven sonata played on a broom, for instance, or Mozart on a bottle? HE Alas! No. But I will be exceedingly grateful if you will teach me. A clown! My childhood's dream. When all my school friends were thrilled by Plutarch's heroes, or the light of science--I dreamed of clowns. Beethoven on a broom, Mozart on bottles! Just what I have sought all my life! Friends, I must have a costume! JACKSON I see you don't know much! A costume [_putting his finger on his forehead_] is a thing which calls for deep thought. Have you seen my Sun here? [_Strikes his posterior._] I looked for it two years. HE [_Enthusiastically_]: I shall think! MANCINI It is time for me to go. Consuelo, my child, you must get dressed. [_To HE._] We are lunching with Baron Regnard, a friend of mine, a banker. CONSUELO But I don't want to go, Daddy. Alfred says I must rehearse to-day. MANCINI [_Horrified, holding up his hands_]: Child, think of me, and what a situation you put me in! I promised the Baron, the Baron expects us. Why, it is impossible! Oh, I am in a cold sweat. CONSUELO Alfred says---- BEZANO [_Drily_]: She has to work. Are you rested? Then come on. MANCINI But--the devil take me if I know what to make of it. Hey, Bezano, bareback rider! Are you crazy? I gave you permission for Art's sake, to exercise my daughter's talent--and you---- CONSUELO Go along, Papa, and don't be so silly. We've got to work, haven't we? Have lunch along with your Baron. And Daddy, you forgot to take a clean handkerchief again, and I washed two for you yesterday. Where did you put them? MANCINI [_Ashamed, blushing_]: Why, my linen is washed by the laundress, and you, Consuelo, are still playing with toys. It is stupid! You're a chatter-box. You don't think. These gentlemen might imagine Heaven knows what. How stupid. I'm off. CONSUELO Do you want me to write him a little note? MANCINI [_Angrily_]: A little note? Your little notes would make a horse laugh! Good-bye. [_He goes out toying angrily with his cane. The clowns follow him respectfully, playing a funeral march. HE and_ JACKSON _laugh. The actors disappear one by one._] CONSUELO [_Laughing_]: Do I really write so badly? And I love so to write. Did you like my note, Alfred--or did you laugh, too? BEZANO [_Blushing_]: No, I did not. Come on, Consuelo. [_They go, and meet_ ZINIDA, _entering. Consuelo passes on._] ZINIDA Are you going back to work, BEZANO? BEZANO [_Politely_]: Yes. To-day is a very bad day. How are your lions, Zinida? I think the weather affects them. CONSUELO [_From the ring_]: Alfred! ZINIDA Yes. Some one is calling you. You'd better go. [_Alfred goes out. To_ BRIQUET] Are you finished? BRIQUET Right away. JACKSON Then good-bye till evening. Think about your costume, HE, and I shall look for some idea, too. Be here at ten to-morrow. Don't be late, or you'll get another slap. And I'll work with you. HE I shall not be late. [_He looks after_ JACKSON _who goes out._] Must be a nice man. All the people about you are so nice, Papa Briquet. I suppose that good-looking bareback rider is in love with Consuelo, isn't he? [_Laughs._] ZINIDA It's none of your business. For a newcomer you go poking your nose too far. How much does he want, Papa? BRIQUET Just a minute. See here HE. I don't want to make a contract with you. HE Just as you please. Do you know what? Don't let us talk about money. You are an honest fellow, Briquet; you will see what my work is worth to you, and then---- BRIQUET [_Pleased_]: Now that's very nice of you. Zinida, the man really doesn't know anything. ZINIDA Well, do as he suggests. Now we must write it down. Where's the book? BRIQUET Here. [_To HE_.] I don't like to write [_gives book to_ ZINIDA], but we have to put down the names of the actors, you know--it's police regulations. Then if anyone kills himself, or---- [_Again comes the sound of the Tango, and calls from the ring._] ZINIDA What is your name? HE [_Smiling_]: HE. I chose it, you know. Or don't you like it? BRIQUET We like it all right--but we have to have your real name. Have you a passport? HE [_Confused_]: A passport? No, I have none. Or, rather, yes. I have something of the kind, but I had no idea the rules were strictly enforced here. What do you need papers for? [ZINIDA _and_ BRIQUET _look at each other_. ZINIDA _pushes the book aside_.] ZINIDA Then we can't take you. We cannot quarrel with the police, just on your account. BRIQUET She is my wife. I hadn't told you. She's right. You might get hurt by a horse, or hurt yourself--or do something. We don't know you, you see. I personally don't care, but out there, it's different, you see. For me a corpse is just a corpse--and I don't ask anything about him. It's up to God or the Devil. But they--they're too curious. Well, I suppose it's necessary for order. I don't know---- Got a card? HE [_Rubs his head, thinking_]: What shall I do? I have my card, but [_smiles_] you understand that I don't want my name to be known. BRIQUET Some story, hey? HE Yes, something like that. Why can't you imagine that I have no name? Can't I lose it as I might lose my hat? Or let someone else take it by mistake? When a stray dog comes to you, you don't ask his name--you simply give him another. Let me be that dog. [_Laughing_] HE--the Dog! ZINIDA Why don't you tell us your name, just the two of us. Nobody else need know it. Unless you should break your neck---- HE [_Hesitates_]: Honestly? [ZINIDA _shrugs her shoulders_.] BRIQUET Where people are honest, their word is good. One sees you come from _out there_. HE All right. But please, don't be surprised. [_Gives_ ZINIDA _his card. She looks at it, then hands it to_ BRIQUET, _then both look at HE_.] BRIQUET If it is true, sir, that you are really what is written here---- HE For heaven's sake--for heaven's sake--this does not exist, but was lost long ago; it is just a check for an old hat. I pray you to forget it, as I have. I am HE Who Gets Slapped--nothing else. [_Silence._] BRIQUET I beg your pardon, sir, but I must ask you again, I must humbly ask you--are you not drunk, sir? There is something in your eye--something---- HE No, no. I am He, Who Gets Slapped. Since when do you speak to me like this, Papa Briquet? You offend me. ZINIDA After all, it's his business, Briquet. [_She hides the card._] Truly you are a strange man. [_Smiles._] And you have already noticed that Bezano is in love with the horse-girl? And that I love my Briquet, did you notice that, too? HE [_Also smiling_]: Oh, yes. You adore him. ZINIDA I adore him. Now go with him, Briquet, show him the ring and the stables--I have something to write. HE Yes, yes, please. I am so happy. At last you have taken me, haven't you? It is true--you're not joking. The circus, the tan-bark, the ring in which I shall run getting my slaps. Yes, yes, Briquet, let's go. Until I feel the sawdust under my feet, I shall not believe it. BRIQUET All right then. [_Kisses_ ZINIDA.] Come on. ZINIDA Just a minute--HE! Answer me a question. I have a man who takes care of the cages, a plain fellow whom nobody knows. He just cleans the cages you know; he walks in and out whenever he wants to, without even looking at the lions, as if he were perfectly at home. Why is that so? Nobody knows him, everybody knows me, everyone is afraid for me, while---- And he is such a silly man--you will see him. [_Laughs._] But don't you think of entering the cage yourself! My red one would give you such a slap! BRIQUET [_Displeased_]: There you are again, Zinida--stop it. ZINIDA [_Laughs_]: All right--go. Oh yes, Louis, send me Bezano. I have to settle an account with him. [HE _and the director go out_. ZINIDA _looks at the card once more, then hides it. She gets up and walks quickly up and down the room. She stops to listen to the Tango, which ends abruptly. Then she stands motionless, looking straight at the dark opening of the door through which_ BEZANO _comes_.] BEZANO [_Entering_]: You called me, Zinida? What do you want? Tell me quickly, I have no time---- [ZINIDA _looks at him silently_. BEZANO _flushes with anger, and knits his eyebrows. He turns to the door to go._] ZINIDA Bezano! BEZANO [_Stops, without looking up_]: What do you want? I have no time. ZINIDA Bezano! I keep hearing people say that you are in love with Consuelo. Is it true? BEZANO [_Shrugging his shoulders_]: We work well together. ZINIDA [_Takes a step forward_]: No---- Tell me, Alfred, do you love her? BEZANO [_Flushes like a boy, but looks straight into_ ZINIDA'S _eyes. Proudly_]: I do not love anybody. No, I love nobody. How can I? Consuelo? She is here to-day, gone to-morrow, if her father should take her away. And I? Who am I? An acrobat, the son of a Milanese shoemaker---- She! I cannot even talk about it. Like my horses I have no words. Who am I to love? ZINIDA Do you love me? A little? BEZANO No. I told you before. ZINIDA Still no? Not even a little? BEZANO [_After a silence_]: I am afraid of you. ZINIDA [_Wants to cry out, indignantly, but masters herself and lowers her eyes, as if in an effort to shut out their light; turns pale_]: Am I ... so terrifying a woman---- BEZANO You are beautiful, like a queen. You are almost as beautiful as Consuelo. But I don't like your eyes. Your eyes command me to love you--and I don't like to be commanded. I am afraid of you. ZINIDA Do I command, Bezano? No--only implore. BEZANO Then why not look at me straight? Now I have it. You know yourself that your eyes cannot implore. [_Laughs._] Your lions have spoiled you. ZINIDA My red lion loves me---- BEZANO Never! If he loves you, why is he so sad? ZINIDA Yesterday he was licking my hands like a dog. BEZANO And this morning he was looking for you to devour you. He thrusts out his muzzle and looks out, as if he sees only you. He is afraid of you, and he hates you. Or do you want me to lick your hands too, like a dog? ZINIDA No, Alfred, but I--I want to kiss _your_ hand. [_With passion_]: Give it to me! BEZANO [_Severely_]: I am ashamed to listen to you when you speak like that. ZINIDA [_Controlling herself_]: One should not torture another as you torture me. Alfred, I love you. No, I do not command. Look into my eyes---- _I love you._ [_Silence._] BEZANO [_Turns to go_]: Good-bye. ZINIDA Alfred---- [HE _appears in the doorway, and stops_.] BEZANO Please never tell me any more that you love me. I don't want it. Otherwise I will quit. You pronounce the word love as if you were cracking me with your whip. You know it is disgusting---- [_He turns brusquely and goes. Both notice HE_; BEZANO, _frowning, passes out quickly_. ZINIDA _returns to her place at the desk, with a proudly indifferent expression_.] HE [_Coming in_]: I beg your pardon, but I---- ZINIDA There you are again, poking your nose into everything, HE. Do you really want a slap? HE [_Laughing_]: No. I simply forgot my overcoat. I didn't hear anything. ZINIDA I don't care whether you did or not. HE May I take my coat? ZINIDA Take it if it's yours. Sit down, HE. HE I am sitting down. ZINIDA Now tell me HE, could you love me? HE [_Laughing_]: I? I and Love! Look at me, Zinida. Did you ever see a lover with such a face? ZINIDA One can succeed with such a face---- HE That's because I am happy--because I lost my hat--because I am drunk--or perhaps I am not drunk. But I feel as dizzy as a young girl at her first ball. It is so nice here--slap me, I want to play my part. Perhaps it will awaken love in my heart, too. Love--[_as if listening to his own heart with pretended terror_] do you know--I feel it! [_In the circus the Tango is played again_.] ZINIDA [_Listening too_]: For me? HE No. I don't know. For everyone. [_Listens to the music._] Yes, they are dancing--how beautiful Consuelo is--and how beautiful is the youth. He has the body of a Greek God; he looks as if he had been modeled by Praxiteles. Love! Love! [_Silence, music._.] ZINIDA Tell me, HE---- HE At your service, Queen! ZINIDA HE, what shall I do, to make my lions love me? CURTAIN ACT II _The same room, during the evening performance. Occasional music, laughter, shrieks, and applause are audible. Through the small windows, back centre, the light is shining._ _Consuelo and Baron Regnard occupy the stage; Consuelo wears her stage costume; she sits with her feet on the sofa, a small shawl covering her shoulders. Before her stands the Baron, a tall stout man in evening dress, a rose in his button-hole; grasping the ground with feet well apart, he gazes at her with convex spider-like eyes._ BARON Is it true that your father, the Count, has introduced you to a certain Marquis Justi, a very rich man? CONSUELO [_Surprised_]: No, he is only joking. I have often heard him speak of a Marquis Justi but I have never seen him---- BARON And do you know that your father is just a charlatan? CONSUELO Oh! Don't say that--Father is such a dear. BARON Did you like the jewels? CONSUELO Yes, very much. I was very sorry when Father told me I must return them. He said it would not be nice for me to keep them. I even cried a little about it. BARON Your father is only a beggar and a charlatan. CONSUELO Oh, no, don't scold him--he loves you so much. BARON Let me kiss your hand---- CONSUELO Oh, no, it isn't proper! One may kiss the hand only when one says how do you do or good-bye. But in the meantime you can't. BARON Everybody is in love with you, that is why you and your father make such a fuss about yourselves. Who is that new clown they call HE? I don't like him, he's too shrewd a beast.... Is he in love with you, too? I noticed the way he looked at you.... CONSUELO [_Laughing_]: Nothing of the kind. He is so funny! He got fifty-two slaps yesterday. We counted them. Think of it, fifty-two slaps! Father said, "if they had only been gold pieces." BARON And Bezano, Consuelo.... Do you like him? CONSUELO Yes, very much. He is so good-looking. He says that Bezano and I are the most beautiful couple in the world. HE calls him Adam, and me Eve. But that's improper, isn't it? HE is _so_ improper. BARON And does HE speak to you very often? CONSUELO Yes, often.... But I don't understand him. It seems as if he were drunk. BARON "Consuelo"!... It means in Spanish ... Consolation. Your father is an ass.... Consuelo, I love you. CONSUELO Talk it over with Father. BARON [_Angry_]: Your father is a swindler and a charlatan. He should be turned over to the police. Don't you understand that I _cannot_ marry you? CONSUELO But Father says you can.... BARON No, I cannot. And what if I shoot myself? Consuelo, silly girl, I love you unbearably ... unbearably, do you understand? I am probably mad ... and must be taken to a doctor, yanked about, beaten with sticks. Why do I love you so much, Consuelo? CONSUELO Then, you'd better marry. BARON I have had a hundred women, beauties, but I didn't see them. You are the first and I don't see any one else. Who strikes man with love, God or the Devil? The Devil struck me. Let me kiss your hand. CONSUELO No. [_She thinks a while and sighs._] BARON Do you think sometimes? What are you thinking about now Consuelo? CONSUELO [_With another sigh_]: I don't know why, I just felt sorry for Bezano. [_Sighs again._] He is so nice to me when he teaches me ... and he has such a tiny little room. BARON [_Indignant_]: You were there? CONSUELO No. He told me about it. [_Smiling_] Do you hear the noise in there? That's HE getting slapped. Poor thing ... although I know it doesn't hurt, it's only make-believe. The intermission is coming soon. [_The_ BARON _throws away his cigar, takes two quick steps forward, and falls on his knees before the girl_.] BARON Consuelo---- CONSUELO Please, don't. Get up. Please leave my hand alone. BARON Consuelo! CONSUELO [_Disgusted_]: Get up please, it's disgusting--you're so fat. [_The_ BARON _gets up. Voices are heard near the door and in the ring. It is the intermission. The clowns come first, talking cheerfully and excitedly. He leads them, in his clown's dress, with painted eyebrows and white nose; the others are applauding him. Voices of the actors calling: "Bravo! HE." Then come the actors and actresses, riding-masters, and the rest, all in costume. ZINIDA is not among them. PAPA BRIQUET comes a little later._] POLLY A hundred slaps! Bravo, HE! JACKSON Not bad, not bad at all. You'll make a career. TILLY He was the Professor to-day, and we were the students. Here goes another! [_Gives him a clown's slap. Laughter. All bid good evening to the BARON. He is politely rude to these vagabonds who bore him, and remains silent. They seem quite used to it. Enter MANCINI. He is the same, and with the same cane._] MANCINI [_Shaking hands_]: What a success, Baron--and think of it--how the crowd does love slaps. [_Whispering_] Your knees are dusty, Baron, brush them off. The floor is very dirty in here. [_Aloud_] Consuelo, dear child, how do you feel? [_Goes over to his daughter. Sound of laughing, chattering. The waiters from the buffet in the lobby bring in soda and wine. Consuelo's voice it heard._] CONSUELO And where is Bezano? HE [_Bows before the_ BARON, _affecting intimacy_]: _You_ do not recognize me, Baron? BARON Yes I do. You are the clown, HE. HE Yes I am HE Who Gets Slapped. May I presume to ask you, Baron, did you get your jewels back? BARON What! HE I was asked to return some jewels to you, and I take the liberty of---- [_The_ BARON _turns his back on him--HE laughs loudly_.] JACKSON Whiskey and soda! Believe me, ladies and gents, HE will surely make a career. I am an old clown, and I know the crowd. Why to-day, he even eclipsed _me_--and clouds have covered my Sun. [_Striking it._] They do not like puzzles, they want slaps! They are longing for them and dreaming about them in their homes. Your health, HE! Another whiskey and soda! HE got so many slaps to-day, there would be enough to go round the whole orchestra! TILLY I bet there wouldn't! [_To Jackson_] Shake! POLLY I bet there wouldn't--I'll go and count the old mugs. A VOICE The orchestra did not laugh---- JACKSON Because they were getting it, but the galleries did, because they were looking at the orchestra getting slapped. Your health, HE! HE Your's Jim! Tell me, why didn't you let me finish my speech--I was just getting a good start. JACKSON [_Seriously_]: My friend, because your speech was a sacrilege. Politics--all right. Manners--as much as you want. But Providence--leave it in peace. And believe me, friend, I shut your mouth in time. Didn't I, Papa Briquet? BRIQUET [_Coming nearer_]: Yes. It was too much like literature. This is not an academy. You forget yourself, HE. TILLY But to shut one's mouth--faugh.... BRIQUET [_In a didactic tone_]: Whenever one shuts one's mouth, it is always high time to shut it, unless one is drinking. Hey, whiskey and soda! VOICES Whiskey and soda for the Manager! MANCINI But this is obscurantism. Philosophizing again, Briquet? BRIQUET I am not satisfied with you to-day, HE. Why do you tease them? They don't like it. Your health! A good slap must be clean like a crystal--fft-fft! right side, left side, and done with it. They will like it; they will laugh, and love you. But in your slaps there is a certain bite, you understand, a certain smell---- HE But they laughed, nevertheless! BRIQUET But without pleasure, without pleasure, HE. You pay, and immediately draw a draft on their bank; it's not the right game--they won't like you. JACKSON That's what _I_ tell him. He had already begun to make them angry. BEZANO [_Entering_]: Consuelo, where are you? I have been looking for you--come on. [_Both go out. The_ BARON, _after hesitating a while, follows them_. MANCINI _accompanies him respectfully to the door_.] HE [_Sighs_]: You don't understand, my dear friends; you are simply old, and have forgotten the smell of the stage. JACKSON Aha! Who is old, my young man? HE Don't be angry, Jim. It's a play, don't you understand? I become happy when I enter the ring and hear the music. I wear a mask and I feel humorous. There is a mask on my face, and I play. I may say _anything_ like a drunkard. Do you understand? Yesterday when I, with this stupid face, was playing the great man, the philosopher [_he assumes a proud monumental pose, and repeats the gesture of the play--general laughter_] I was walking this way, and was telling how great, how wise, how incomparable I was--how God lived in me, how high I stood above the earth--how glory shone above my head [_his voice changes and he is speaking faster_] then you, Jim, you hit me for the first time. And I asked you, "What is it, they're applauding me?" Then, at the tenth slap, I said: "It seems to me that they sent for me from the Academy?" [_Acts, looking around him with an air of unconquerable pride and splendour. Laughter. Jackson gives him a real slap._] HE [_Holding his face_]: Why? JACKSON Because you're a fool, and play for nothing. Waiter, the check. (_Laughter. The bell calls them to the ring. The actors go out in haste, some running. The waiters collect their money._) BRIQUET [_In a sing-song_]: To the ring--to the ring-- MANCINI I want to tell you something, HE. You are not going yet? HE No. I'll take a rest. BRIQUET To the ring--to the ring-- [_The clowns as they go sing in shrill, squeaky voices. Little by little they all disappear, and loud music begins. HE seats himself on the sofa with his legs crossed, and yawns._] MANCINI HE, you have something none of my ancestors ever had--money. Let's have a nice bottle on you. Waiter, please--[_The waiter who was taking up dishes, brings a bottle of wine and glasses and goes out._] HE You're blue, Mancini. [_Stretches._] Well, at my age, a hundred slaps--it seems pretty hard. So you're blue. How are things getting on with your girl? MANCINI Tss! Bad! Complications--parents--[_shudders_] Agh-- HE Prison! MANCINI [_Laughing_]: Prison! Mustn't I uphold the glory of my name now, eh? HE, I'm joking--but there is Hell in my heart. You're the only one who understands me. But tell me how to explain this passion? It will turn my hair grey, it'll bring me to prison, to the grave. I am a tragic man. HE--[_Wipes his eyes with a dirty handkerchief._] Why don't I like things which are not forbidden? Why, at all moments, even at the very moment of ecstasy, must I be reminded of some law--it is stupid. HE, I am becoming an anarchist. Good God!--Count Mancini, an anarchist. That's the only thing I've missed. HE Isn't there a way of settling it somehow? MANCINI Is there a way of getting money, somehow? HE And the Baron? MANCINI Oh, yes! He's just waiting for it, the bloodsucker! He'll get what he's after. Some day, you'll see me give him Consuelo for ten thousand francs, perhaps for five! HE Cheap. MANCINI Did I say it was anything else? Do I want to do it? But these bourgeois are strangling me, they've got me by the throat. HE, one can easily see that you're a gentleman, and of good society, you understand me--I showed you the jewels which I sent back to him--damn honesty--I didn't even dare change the stones, put false ones-- HE Why? MANCINI It would have queered the game. Do you think he didn't weigh the diamonds when he got them back? HE He will not marry her. MANCINI Yes he will. You don't understand. [_Laughs._] The first half of his life, this man had only appetites--now love's got him. If he does not get Consuelo, he is lost, he is--like a withered narcissus. Plague take him with his automobiles. Did you see his car? HE I did.... Give Consuelo to the Jockey-- MANCINI To Bezano? [_Laughs._] What nonsense you do talk! Oh, I know. It's your joke about Adam and Eve. But please stop it. It's clever, but it compromises the child. She told me about it. HE Or give her to me. MANCINI Have you a billion? [_Laughs._] Ah, HE, I'm not in the proper mood to listen to your clownish jokes--They say there are terrible jails in this country, and no discriminations are being made between people of my kind, and plain scoundrels. Why do you look at me like that? You're making fun of me? HE No. MANCINI I'll never get accustomed to those faces. You're so disgustingly made up. HE He will not marry her. You can be as proud as you please, Mancini, but he'll not marry her. What _is_ Consuelo? She is not educated. When she is off her horse, any good housemaid from a decent house has nicer manners, and speaks better. [_Nonchalantly_] Don't _you_ think she's stupid? MANCINI No, she's not stupid. And you, HE, are a fool. What need has a woman of intelligence? Why, HE, you astonish me. Consuelo is an unpolished jewel, and only a real donkey does not notice her sparkle. Do you know what happened? I tried to begin to polish her-- HE Yes, you took a teacher. And what happened? MANCINI [_Nodding his head_]: I was frightened--it went too fast--I had to dismiss him. Another month or two, and _she_ would have kicked _me_ out. [_Laughs._] The clever old diamond merchants of Amsterdam keep their precious stones unpolished, and fool the thieves. My father taught me that. HE The sleep of a diamond. It is only sleeping, then. You are wise, Mancini. MANCINI Do you know what blood flows in the veins of an Italian woman? The blood of Hannibal and Corsini--of a Borgia--and of a dirty Lombardi peasant--and of a Moor. Oh! an Italian woman is not of a lower race, with only peasants and gypsies behind her. All possibilities, all forms are included in her, as in our marvelous sculpture. Do you understand that, you fool? Strike here--out springs a washerwoman, or a cheap street girl whom you want to throw out, because she is sloppy and has a screechy voice. Strike there--but carefully and gently, for there stands a queen, a goddess, the Venus of the Capitol, who sings like a Stradivarius and makes you cry, idiot! An Italian woman-- HE You're quite a poet, Mancini! But what will the Baron make of her? MANCINI What? What? Make of _her_? A baroness, you fool! What are you laughing at? I don't get you? But I am happy that this lovesick beast is neither a duke nor a prince--or she would be a princess and I--what would become of me? A year after the wedding they would not let me even into the kitchen [_laughing_] not even into the kitchen! I, Count Mancini, and she a--a simple-- HE [_Jumping up_]: What did you say? You are not her father, Mancini? MANCINI Tss--the devil--I am so nervous to-day! Heavens, who do you think I am? "Her father?" Of course [_tries to laugh_] how silly you are--haven't you noticed the family resemblance? Just look, the nose, the eyes--[_Suddenly sighs deeply._] Ah, HE! How unhappy I am! Think of it. Here I am, a gentleman, nearly beaten in my struggle to keep up the honour of my name, of an old house, while there in the parquet--there sits that beast, an elephant with the eyes of a spider ... and he looks at Consuelo ... and.... HE Yes, yes, he has the motionless stare of a spider--you're right! MANCINI Just what I say--a spider! But I must, I shall compel him to marry her. You'll see--[_Walking excitedly up and down, playing with his cane._] You'll see! All my life I've been getting ready for this battle. [_He continues to walk up and down. Silence. Outside, great stillness._] HE [_Listening_]: Why is it so quiet out there? What a strange silence. MANCINI [_Disgusted_]: I don't know. Out there it is quiet--but here [_touching his forehead with his cane_] here is storm, whirlwind. [_Bends over the clown._] HE, shall I tell you a strange thing--an unusual trick of nature? [_Laughs, and looks very important._] For three centuries the Counts Mancini have had no children! [_Laughs._] HE Then how were you born? MANCINI Sh! Silence! That is the secret of our sainted mothers! Ha-ha! We are too ancient a stock--too exquisitely refined to trouble ourselves with such things--matters in which a peasant is more competent than ourselves. [_Enter an usher._] What do you want? The manager is on the stage. THE USHER Yes, sir. Baron Regnard wished me to give you this letter. MANCINI The Baron? Is he there? THE USHER Baron Regnard has left. There is no answer. MANCINI [_Opening the envelope, his hand shaking_]: The devil--the devil! [_The usher is going._] HE Just a minute. Why is there no music? This silence.... THE USHER It is the act with Madame Zinida and her lions. [_He goes._ MANCINI _is reading the_ BARON'S _note for the second time._] HE What's the matter, Mancini? You shine like Jackson's sun. MANCINI What's the matter, did you ask? What's the matter? What's the matter? [_Balancing his cane, he takes steps like a ballet-dancer._] HE Mancini! [MANCINI _rolls his eyes, makes faces, dances_.] Speak, you beast! MANCINI [_Holds out his hand_]: Give me ten francs! Quick--ten francs--here, come on. [_Puts it automatically into his vest pocket._] Listen, HE! If in a month I don't have a car of my own, you may give me one of your slaps! HE What! He's going to marry? He's decided? MANCINI What do you mean by "decided?" [_Laughs._] When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health! Baron--[_Stops suddenly, startled._ BRIQUET _is staggering in like a drunken man, his hand over his eyes_.] HE [_Goes to him, touches his shoulder gently_]: What is the matter, Papa Briquet? Tell me! BRIQUET [_Groaning_]: Oh, oh, I can't ... I can't ... Ah---- HE Something has happened? You are ill? Please speak. BRIQUET I can't look at it! [_Takes his hands from his eyes, opens them wide._] Why does she do it? Ah, ah, why does she do it? She must be taken away; she is insane. I couldn't look at it. [_Shivers._] They will tear her to pieces. HE--her lions--they will tear her-- MANCINI Go on, Briquet. She is always like that. You act like a child. You ought to be ashamed. BRIQUET No---- To-day she is mad! And what is the matter with the crowd? They are all like dead people--they're not even breathing. I couldn't stand it. Listen--what's that? [_All listen. There is the same silence._] MANCINI [_Disturbed_]: I'll go and see. BRIQUET [_Yelling_]: No! Don't! You can't look--damned profession! Don't go. You will scorch her--every pair of eyes that looks at her--at her lions--no, no. It is impossible--it is a sacrilege. I ran away.... HE, they will tear her---- HE [_Tries to be cheerful_]: Keep cool, Papa Briquet--I had no idea you were such a coward. You ought to be ashamed. Have a drink. Mancini, give him some wine. BRIQUET I don't want any. Heavens, if it were only over---- [_All listen._] I have seen many things in my life, but this.... Oh, she is crazy. [_All still listen. Suddenly the silence breaks, like a huge stone wall crashing. There is a thunder of applause, mixed with shouts, music, wild screams--half bestial, half human. The men give way, relieved. Briquet sinks to a seat._] MANCINI [_Nervous_]: You see--you see--you old fool! BRIQUET [_Sobs and laughs_]: I am not going to allow it any more! HE Here she is! [_Zinida walks in, alone. She looks like a drunken bacchante, or like a mad woman. Her hair falls over her shoulders dishevelled, one shoulder is uncovered. She walks unseeing, though her eyes glow. She is like the living statue of a mad Victory. Behind her comes an actor, very pale, then two clowns, and a little later Consuelo and Bezano. All look at Zinida fearfully, as if they were afraid of a touch of her hand, or her great eyes._] BRIQUET [_Shouting_]: You are crazy--you're a mad woman! ZINIDA I? No. Did you see? Did you see? Well? [_She stands smiling, with the expression of a mad Victory._] TILLY [_Plaintively_]: Cut it out, Zinida. Go to the devil! ZINIDA You saw, too! And!... what---- BRIQUET Come home--come home. [_To the others_] You can do what you like here. Zinida, come home. POLLY You can't go, Papa. There's still your number. ZINIDA [_Her eyes meet those of Bezano_]: Ah! Bezano. [_Laughs long and happily_.] Bezano! Alfred! Did you see? My lions _do_ love me! [_Bezano, without answering, leaves the stage. Zinida seems to wither and grow dim, as a light being extinguished. Her smile fades, her eyes and face grow pale. Briquet anxiously bends over her._] BRIQUET [_In a slow voice_]: A chair! [_Zinida sits. Her head drops on her shoulder, her arms fall, she begins to shiver and tremble. Some one calls, "Cognac"--an actor runs to get it._] BRIQUET [_Helpless_]: What is the matter, Zinida darling? MANCINI [_Running about_]: She must quiet down. Get out, get out--vagabonds! I'll fix everything, Papa Briquet. The wrap--where's the wrap? She's cold. [_A clown hands it to him; they cover her._] TILLY [_Timidly_]: Wouldn't you like some moosic? MANCINI [_Giving her some cognac_]: Drink, Duchess, drink! Drink it all--that's it. [ZINIDA _drinks it like water, evidently not noticing the taste. She shivers. The clowns disappear one by one._ CONSUELO, _with a sudden flexible movement, falls on her knees before_ ZINIDA _and kisses her hands, warming them between her own_.] CONSUELO Dear, dear, you are cold! Poor little hands, dear good one, beloved one---- ZINIDA [_Pushes her away, gently_]: Ho--home. It will soon be over. It's nothing ... I am ver--very ... home.... You stay here, Briquet--you must. I'm all right. CONSUELO You are cold? Here is my shawl. ZINIDA No--let me.... [CONSUELO _gets up, and moves aside._] BRIQUET And it's all because of your books, Zinida--your mythology. Now tell me, why do you want those beasts to love you? Beasts! Do you understand, HE? You too, you're from that world. She'll listen more to you. Explain it to her. Whom can those beasts love? Those hairy monsters, with diabolic eyes? HE [_Genially_]: I believe--only their equals. You are right, Papa Briquet--there must be the same race. BRIQUET Of course, and this is all nonsense--literature. Explain it to her, HE. HE [_Takes on a meditative air_]: Yes, you are right, Briquet. BRIQUET You see, dear, silly woman--everybody agrees.... MANCINI Oh! Briquet, you make me sick; you are an absolute despot, an Asiatic. ZINIDA [_With the shadow of a smile, gives her hand to be kissed_]: Calm yourself, Louis. It is over--I am going home. [_She stands up, shaking, still chilled._] BRIQUET But how? alone, dear? MANCINI What! fool! Did you imagine that Count Mancini would leave a woman when she needed help? I shall take her home--let your brutal heart be at rest--I shall take her home. Thomas, run for an automobile. Don't push me Briquet, you are as awkward as a unicorn ... that's the way, that's the way---- [_They are holding her, guiding her slowly toward the door_]. CONSUELO, _her chin resting in her hand, is following them with her eyes. Unconsciously she assumes a somewhat affected pose._] MANCINI I'll come back for you, child---- [_Only_ HE _and_ CONSUELO _are left on the stage. In the ring, music, shrieks, and laughter begin again._] HE Consuelo---- CONSUELO Is that you, HE, dear? HE Where did you learn that pose? I have seen it only in marble. You look like Psyche. CONSUELO I don't know, HE. [_She sighs and sits on the sofa, keeping in her pose the same artificiality and beauty._] It's all so sad here, to-day. HE, are you sorry for ZINIDA? HE What did she do? CONSUELO I didn't see. I had closed my eyes, and didn't open them. Alfred says she is a wicked woman, but that isn't true. She has such nice eyes, and what tiny cold hands--as if she were dead. What does she do it for? Alfred says she should be audacious, beautiful, but quiet, otherwise what she does is only disgusting. It isn't true, is it, HE? HE She loves Alfred. CONSUELO Alfred? My Bezano? [_Shrugging her shoulders, and surprised_] How does she love him? The same as everyone loves? HE Yes--as everyone loves--or still more. CONSUELO Bezano? Bezano? No--it's nonsense. [_Pause; silence._] What a beautiful costume you have, HE. You invented it yourself? HE Jim helped me. CONSUELO Jim is so nice! All clowns are nice. HE I am wicked. CONSUELO [_Laughs_]: You? You are the nicest of all. Oh, goodness! Three acts more! This is the second on now. Alfred and I are in the third. Are you coming to see me? HE I always do. How beautiful you are, Consuelo. CONSUELO Like Eve? [_Smiles._] HE Yes, Consuelo. And if the Baron asks you to be his wife, will you accept? CONSUELO Certainly, HE. That's all Father and I are waiting for. Father told me yesterday that the Baron will not hesitate very long. Of course I do not love him. But I will be his honest, faithful wife. Father wants to teach me to play the piano. HE Are those your own words--"his honest, faithful wife"? CONSUELO Certainly they are mine. Whose could they be? He loves me so much, the poor thing. Dear HE, what does "love" mean? Everybody speaks of love--love--Zinida, too! Poor Zinida! What a boring evening this has been! HE, did you paint the laughter on your face yourself? HE My own self, dear little Consuelo---- CONSUELO How do you do it, all of you? I tried once, but couldn't do a thing. Why are there no women clowns? Why are you so silent, HE? You, too, are sad, to-night. HE No, I am happy to-night. Give me your hand, Consuelo, I want to see what it says. CONSUELO Do you know how? What a talented man you are! Read it, but don't _lie_, like a gypsy. [_He goes down on one knee and takes her hand. Both bend over it._] Am I lucky? HE Yes, lucky. But wait a minute--this line here--funny. Ah, Consuelo, what does it say, here! [_Acting_] I tremble, my eyes do not dare to read the strange, fatal signs. Consuelo-- CONSUELO The stars are talking. HE Yes, the stars are talking. Their voices are distant and terrible; their rays are pale, and their shadows slip by, like the ghosts of dead virgins--their spell is upon thee, Consuelo, beautiful Consuelo. Thou standest at the door of Eternity. CONSUELO I don't understand. Does it mean that I will live long? HE This line--how far it goes. Strange! Thou wilt live eternally, Consuelo. CONSUELO You see, HE, you did tell me a lie, just like a gypsy! HE But it is written--here, silly--and here. Now think of what the stars are saying. Here you have eternal life, love, and glory; and here, listen to what Jupiter says. He says: "Goddess, thou must not belong to any one born on earth," and if you marry the Baron--you'll perish, you'll die, Consuelo. [_Consuelo laughs._] CONSUELO Will he eat me? HE No. But you will die before he has time to eat you. CONSUELO And what will become of Father? Is there nothing about him here? [_Laughing, she softly sings the melody of the waltz, which is playing in the distance._] HE Don't laugh, Consuelo, at the voice of the stars. They are far away, their rays are light and pale, and we can barely see their sleeping shadows, but their sorcery is stern and dark. You stand at the gates of eternity. Your die is cast; you are _doomed_--and your Alfred, whom you love in your heart, even though your mind is not aware of it, your Alfred cannot save you. He, too, is a stranger on this earth. He is submerged in a deep sleep. He, too, is a little god who has lost himself, and Consuelo, never, never will he find his way to Heaven again. Forget Bezano---- CONSUELO I don't understand a word. Do the gods really exist? My teacher told me about them. But I thought it was all tales! [_Laughs._] And my Bezano is a god? HE Forget Bezano! Consuelo, do you know who can save you? The only one who can save you? I. CONSUELO [_Laughing_]: You, HE? HE Yes, but don't laugh! Look. Here is the letter H. It is I, HE. CONSUELO HE Who Gets Slapped? Is that written here, too? HE That, too. The stars know everything. But look here, what more is written about him. Consuelo, welcome him. HE is an old god in disguise, who came down to earth only to love you, foolish little Consuelo. CONSUELO [_Laughing and singing_]: Some god! HE Don't mock! The gods don't like such, empty laughter from beautiful lips. The gods grow lonely and die, when they are not recognized. Oh, Consuelo! Oh, great joy and love! Do recognize this god, and accept him. Think a moment, one day a god suddenly went crazy! CONSUELO Gods go crazy, too? HE Yes, when they are half man, then they often go mad. Suddenly he saw his own sublimity, and shuddered with horror, with infinite solitude, with super-human anguish. It is terrible, when anguish touches the divine soul! CONSUELO I don't like it. What language are you speaking? I don't understand---- HE I speak the language of thy awakening. Consuelo, recognize and accept thy god, who was thrown down from the summit like a stone. Accept the god who fell to the earth in order to live, to play, and to be infinitely drunk with joy. Evoë Goddess! CONSUELO [_Tortured_]: HE---- I cannot understand. Let my hand alone. HE [_Stands up_]: Sleep. Then wake again, Consuelo! And when thou wakest--remember that hour when, covered with snow-white sea-foam, thou didst emerge from the sky-blue waters. Remember heaven, and the slow eastern wind, and the whisper of the foam at thy marble feet. CONSUELO [_Her eyes are closed_]: I believe--wait--I remember. Remind me further---- [HE _is bowed over_ CONSUELO, _with lifted arms; he speaks slowly, but in a commanding voice, as if conjuring_.] HE You see the waves playing. Remember the song of the sirens, their sorrowless song of joy. Their white bodies, shining blue through the blue waters. Or can you hear the sun, singing? Like the strings of a divine harp, spread the golden rays---- Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue cloud of incense, sing their hymn of glory? Remember, O Consuelo, remember the prayer of the mountains, the prayer of the sea. [_Silence._] HE [_Commandingly_]: Remember--Consuelo! CONSUELO [_Opening her eyes_]: No! HE, I was feeling so happy, and suddenly I forgot it all. Yet something of it all is still in my heart. Help me again, HE, remind me. It hurts, I hear so many voices. They all sing "Consuelo--Consuelo." What comes after? [_Silence; pause._] What comes after? It hurts. Remind me, HE. [_Silence--in the ring, the music suddenly bursts forth in a tempestuous circus gallop. Silence._] HE, [_opens her eyes and smiles_] that's Alfred galloping. Do you recognize his music? HE [_With rage_]: Leave the boy alone! [_Suddenly falls on his knees before_ CONSUELO.] _I love you, Consuelo_, revelation of my heart, light of my nights, I love you, Consuelo. [_Looks at her in ecstasy and tears--and gets a slap; starting back._] What's this? CONSUELO A slap! You forget who you are. [_Stands up, with anger in her eyes._] You are HE Who Gets Slapped! Did you forget it? Some god! With such a face--slapped face! Was it with slaps they threw you down from heaven, god? HE Wait! Don't stand up! I--did not finish the play! CONSUELO [_Sits_]: Then you were playing? HE Wait! One minute. CONSUELO You lied to me. Why did you play so that I believed you? HE I am HE Who Gets Slapped! CONSUELO You are not angry because I struck you? I did not want to really, but you were so--disgusting. And now you are so funny again. You have great talent, HE--or are you drunk? HE Strike me again. CONSUELO No. HE I need it for my play. Strike! CONSUELO [_Laughs, and touches his cheek with her fingertips_]: Here, then! HE Didn't you understand that you are a queen, and I a fool who is in love with his queen? Don't you know, Consuelo, that every queen has a fool, and he is always in love with her, and they always beat him for it. HE Who Gets Slapped. CONSUELO No. I didn't know. HE Yes, every queen. Beauty has her fool. Wisdom, too. Oh, how many fools she has! Her court is overcrowded with enamoured fools, and the sound of slaps does not cease, even through the night. But I never received such a sweet slap as the one given by my little queen. [_Someone appears at the door._ HE _notices it, and continues to play, making many faces_.] Clown HE can have no rival! Who is there who could stand such a deluge of slaps, such a hail-storm of slaps, and not get soaked? [_Feigns to cry aloud._] "Have pity on me. I am but a poor fool!" [_Enter two men: an actor, dressed as a bareback rider, and a gentleman from the audience. He is spare, dressed in black, very respectable. He carries his hat in his hand._] CONSUELO [_Laughing, embarrassed_]: HE, there is someone here. Stop! HE [_Gets up_]: Who is it? Who dares to intrude in the castle of my queen? [_HE stops, suddenly. Consuelo, laughing, jumps up and runs away, after a quick glance at the gentleman._] CONSUELO You cheered me up, HE. Good-bye. [_At the door_] You shall get a note to-morrow. THE BAREBACK RIDER [_Laughing_]: A jolly fellow, sir. You wanted to see him? There he is. HE, the gentleman wants to see you. HE [_In a depressed voice_]: What can I do for you? [_The actor bows, and goes away, smiling. Both men take a step toward each other._] GENTLEMAN Is this you? HE Yes! It is I. And you? [_Silence._] GENTLEMAN Must I believe my eyes? Is this _you_, Mr.---- HE [_In a rage_]: My name here is HE. I have no other name, do you hear? HE Who Gets Slapped. And if you want to stay here, don't forget it. GENTLEMAN You are so familiar. As far as I can remember---- HE We are all familiar, here. [_Contemptuously_] Besides, that's all you deserve, anywhere. GENTLEMAN [_Humbly_]: You have not forgiven me, HE? [_Silence._] HE Are you here with my wife? Is she, too, in the circus? GENTLEMAN [_Quickly_]: Oh, no! I am alone. She stayed there! HE You've left her already? GENTLEMAN [_Humbly_]: No--we have--a son. After your sudden and mysterious disappearance--when you left that strange and insulting letter---- HE [_Laughs_]: Insulting? You are still able to feel insults? What are you doing here? Were you looking for me, or is it an accident? GENTLEMAN I have been looking for you, for half a year--through many countries. And suddenly, to-day--by accident, indeed--I had no acquaintances here, and I went to the circus. We must talk things over ... HE, I implore you. [_Silence._] HE Here is a shadow I cannot lose! To talk things over! Do you really think we still have something to talk over? All right. Leave your address with the porter, and I will let you know when you can see me. Now get out. [_Proudly._] I am busy. [_The gentleman bows and leaves. HE does not return his bow, but stands with outstretched hand, in the pose of a great man, who shows a boring visitor the door._] CURTAIN ACT III _The same room. Morning, before the rehearsal. HE is striding thoughtfully up and down the room. He wears a broad, parti-coloured coat, and a prismatic tie. His derby is on the back of his head, and his face is clean-shaven like that of an actor. His eyebrows are drawn, lips pressed together energetically, his whole appearance severe and sombre. After the entrance of the gentleman he changes. His face becomes clown-like, mobile--a living mask._ _The gentleman comes in. He is dressed in black, and has an extremely well-bred appearance. His thin face is yellowish, like an invalid's. When he is upset, his colourless, dull eyes often twitch. HE does not notice him._ GENTLEMAN Good morning, sir. HE [_Turning around and looking at him absent-mindedly_]: Ah! It's you. GENTLEMAN I am not late? You look as if you did not expect me. I hope I am not disturbing you? You fixed this time yourself however, and I took the liberty---- HE No manners, please. What do you want? Tell me quickly, I have no time. GENTLEMAN [_Looking around with distaste_]: I expected you would invite me to some other place ... to your home. HE I have no other home. This is my home. GENTLEMAN But people may disturb us here. HE So much the worse for you. Talk faster! [_Silence._] GENTLEMAN Will you allow me to sit down? HE Sit down. Look out! That chair is broken. [_The gentleman, afraid, pushes away the chair and looks helplessly around. Everything here seems to him dangerous and strange. He chooses an apparently solid little gilded divan, and sits down; puts his silk hat aside, slowly takes off his gloves, which stick to his fingers. HE observes him indifferently._] GENTLEMAN In this suit, and with this face, you make a still stranger impression. Yesterday it seemed to me that it was all a dream; to-day ... _you_ ... HE You have forgotten my name again? My name is HE. GENTLEMAN You are determined to continue talking to me like this? HE Decidedly! But you are squandering your time like a millionaire. Hurry up! GENTLEMAN I really don't know.... Everything here strikes me so.... These posters, horses, animals, which I passed when I was looking for you.... And finally, _you_, a clown in a circus! [_With a slight, deprecating smile._] Could I expect it? It is true, when everybody there decided that you were dead, I was the only man who did not agree with them. I felt that you were still alive. But to find you among such surroundings--I can't understand it. HE You said you have a son, now. Doesn't he look like me? GENTLEMAN I don't understand? HE Don't you know that widows or divorced women often have children by the new husband, which resemble the old one? This misfortune did not befall you? [_Laughs._] And your book, too, is a big success, I hear. GENTLEMAN You want to insult me again? HE [_Laughing_]: What a restless, touchy faker you are! Please sit still; be quiet. It is the custom here to speak this way. Why were you trying to find me? GENTLEMAN My conscience.... HE You have no conscience. Or were you afraid that you hadn't robbed me of _everything_ I possessed, and you came for the rest? But what more could you take from me now? My fool's cap with its bells? You wouldn't take it. It's too big for your bald head! Crawl back, you book-worm! GENTLEMAN You cannot forgive the fact that your wife.... HE To the devil with my wife! [_The gentleman is startled and raises his eyebrows. HE laughs._] GENTLEMAN I don't know.... But such language! I confess I find difficulty in expressing my thoughts in such an atmosphere, but if you are so ... indifferent to your wife, who, I shall allow myself to emphasize the fact, loved you and thought you were a saint---- [_HE laughs._] Then _what_ brought you to such a ... step? Or is it that you cannot forgive me my success? A success, it is true, not entirely deserved. And now you want to take vengeance, with your humbleness, on those who misunderstood you. But you always were so indifferent to glory. Or your indifference was only hypocrisy. And when I, a more lucky rival ... HE [_With a burst of laughter_]: Rival! You--a rival! GENTLEMAN [Growing Pale]: But my book! HE You are talking to me about _your_ book? To me? [_The gentleman is very pale. HE looks at him with curiosity and mockery._] GENTLEMAN [_Raising his eyes_]: I am a very unhappy man. HE Why? GENTLEMAN I am a very unhappy man. You must forgive me. I am deeply, irreparably, and infinitely unhappy. HE But why? Explain it to me. [_Starts walking up and down._] You say yourself that your book is a tremendous success, you are famous, you have glory; there is not a yellow newspaper in which _you_ and _your_ thoughts are not mentioned. Who knows _me_? Who cares about my heavy abstractions, from which it was difficult for them to derive a single thought? You--you are the great vulgarizer! You have made my thoughts comprehensible even to horses! With the art of a great vulgarizer, a tailor of ideas, you dressed my Apollo in a barber's jacket, you handed my Venus a yellow ticket, and to my bright hero you gave the ears of an ass. And then your career is made, as Jackson says. And wherever I go, the whole street looks at me with thousands of faces, in which--what mockery--I recognize the traits of my own children. Oh! How ugly your son must be, if he resembles me! Why then are you unhappy, you poor devil? [_The gentleman bows his head, plucking at his gloves._] The police haven't caught you, as yet. What am I talking about? Is it possible to catch you? You always keep within the limits of the law. You have been torturing yourself up to now because you are not married to my wife. A notary public is always present at your thefts. What is the use of this self-torture, my friend? Get married. I died. You are not satisfied with having taken only my wife? Let my glory remain in your possession. It is yours. Accept my ideas. Assume all the rights, my most lawful heir! I died! And when I was dying [_making a stupidly pious face_] I forgave thee! [_Bursts out laughing. The gentleman raises his head, and bending forward, looks straight into HE's eyes._] GENTLEMAN And my pride? HE Have you any pride? [_The gentleman straightens up, and nods his head silently._] Yes! But please stand off a little. I don't like to look at you. Think of it. There was a time when I loved you a little, even thought you a little gifted! You--my empty shadow. GENTLEMAN [_Nodding his head_]: I am your shadow. [_HE keeps on walking, and looks over his shoulder at the gentleman, with a smile._] HE Oh, you are marvellous! What a comedy! What a touching comedy! Listen. Tell me frankly if you can; do you hate me very much? GENTLEMAN Yes! With all the hate there is in the world! Sit down here. HE You order me? GENTLEMAN Sit down here. Thank you. [_Bows._] I am respected and I am famous, yes? I have a wife and a son, yes. [_Laughs slowly._] My wife still loves you: our favourite discussion is about your genius. She supposes you are a genius. We, I and she, love you even when we are in bed. Tss! It is I who must make faces. My son--yes, he'll resemble you. And when, in order to have a little rest, I go to my desk, to my ink-pot, my books--there, too, I find you. Always you! Everywhere you! And I am never alone--never myself and alone. And when at night--you, sir, should understand this--when at night I go to my lonely thoughts, to my sleepless contemplations, even then I find your image in my head, in my unfortunate brain, your damned and hateful image! [_Silence. The gentleman's eyes twitch._] HE [_Speaking slowly_]: What a comedy. How marvellously everything is turned about in this world: the robbed proves to be a robber, and the robber is complaining of theft, and cursing! [_Laughs._] Listen, I was mistaken. You are not my shadow. You are the crowd. If you live by my creations, you hate me; if you breathe my breath, you are choking with anger. And choking with anger, hating me, you still walk slowly on the trail of my ideas. But you are advancing backward, advancing backward, comrade! Oh, what a marvellous comedy! [_Walking and smiling._] Tell me, would you be relieved if I really had died? GENTLEMAN Yes! I think so. Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles. But you do not look like a man who---- HE Yes, yes! Death, _certainly_! GENTLEMAN Sit down here. HE Your obedient servant. Yes? GENTLEMAN Certainly, I do not dare to ask you--[_makes a grimace_] to ask you to die, but tell me: you'll never come back there? No, don't laugh. If you want me to, I'll kiss your hand. Don't grimace! I would have done so if you had died. HE [_Slowly_]: Get out, vermin! [_Enter Tilly and Polly as in the first act, playing. For a long time they do not see the two men._] HE Jack! TILLY Ah! Good morning, HE. We are rehearsing. You know it is very hard. Jack has just about as much music in his head as my pig. HE [_Introducing, nonchalantly_]: My friend.... For the benefit performance? [_The clowns bow to the gentleman, making idiotic faces._] POLLY Yes. What are you preparing? You are cunning, HE! Consuelo told me what you are preparing for the benefit performance. She leaves us soon, you know? HE Is that so? TILLY Zinida told us. Do you think she would get a benefit performance otherwise? She is a nice girl. POLLY [_Taking his small flute-pipe_]: Here! Don't walk as if you were an elephant. Don't forget you are an ant! Come on! [_They go off, playing._] GENTLEMAN [_Smiling_]: These are your new comrades? How strange they are! HE Everything here is strange. GENTLEMAN This suit of yours. Black used to be very becoming to you. This one hurts the eyes. HE [_Looking himself over_]: Why? It looks very nice. The rehearsal has begun. You must go away. You are disturbing us. GENTLEMAN You did not answer my question. [_Slow strains of the Tango from a small orchestra in the ring._] HE [_Listening absent-mindedly to the music_]: What question? GENTLEMAN [_Who does not hear the music_]: I pray you to tell me: will you ever come back? HE [_Listening to the music_]: Never, never, never! GENTLEMAN [_Getting up_]: Thank you. I am going. HE Never, never, never! Yes, run along. And don't come back. There you were still bearable and useful for something, but here you are superfluous. GENTLEMAN But if something should happen to you ... you are a healthy man, but in this environment, these people ... how will I know? They don't know your name here? HE My name here is unknown, but _you will know_. Anything else? GENTLEMAN I can be at peace? On your word of honour? Of course I mean, comparatively, at peace? HE Yes, you may be comparatively at peace. Never! [_They walk to the door, the gentleman stops._] GENTLEMAN May I come to the circus? You will allow me? HE Certainly. You are the audience! [_Laughs._] But I shan't give you my card for a pass. But why do you want to come? Or do you like the circus so much, and since when? GENTLEMAN I want to look at you some more, and to understand, perhaps. Such a transformation! Knowing you as I do, I cannot admit that you are here without any _idea_. But what idea? [_Looks short-sightedly at HE. HE grimaces and thumbs his nose._] GENTLEMAN What is that? HE _My idea!_ Good-bye, Prince! My regards to your respected wife, your Highness' wonderful son! [_Enter_ MANCINI.] MANCINI You positively live in the circus, HE. Whenever I come, you are here. You are a fanatic in your work, sir. HE [_Introducing_]: Prince Poniatovsky, Count Mancini. MANCINI [_Drawing himself up_]: Very, very glad. And you too, Prince, you know my queer fellow? What a nice face he has, hasn't he? [_He touches HE'S shoulder patronizingly, with the tip of his cane._] GENTLEMAN [_Awkwardly_]: Yes, I have the pleasure ... certainly. Good-bye, Count. MANCINI Good-day, Prince. HE [_Accompanying him_]: Look out, your Highness, for the dark passages: the steps are so rotten. Unfortunately I cannot usher you out to the street. GENTLEMAN [_In a low voice_]: You will not give me your hand when we say good-bye? We are parting for ever. HE Unnecessary, Prince. I shall still hope to meet you in the Kingdom of Heaven. I trust you will be there, too? GENTLEMAN [_With disgust_]: How you did succeed! You have so much of the clown in you! HE I am HE Who is Getting Slapped. Good-bye, Prince. [_They take another step._] GENTLEMAN [_Looking HE in the eyes; in a very low voice_]: Tell me, you are not mad? HE [_Just at low, his eyes wide open_]: I am afraid, I am afraid you are right, Prince. [_Still low_] Ass! Never in your life did you use such a precise expression. I am mad! [_Playing the clown again, he shows him to the stair, with a big, affected gesture, a sweep of the hand and arm from his head to the floor, the fingers moving, to represent the steps._] HE [_Laughing_]: He is down! _Au revoir_, Prince. [_The gentleman goes out. HE comes skipping back, and takes a pose._] Mancini! Let us dance the Tango! Mancini, I adore you! MANCINI [_Sitting back comfortably and playing with his cane_]: Don't forget yourself, HE. But you're hiding something, my boy. I always said you used to belong to society. It is so easy to talk to you. And who is this Prince? A genuine one? HE Genuine. A first-rater. Like you! MANCINI A sympathetic face. Although at first I thought he was an undertaker who came for an order. Ah, HE! When shall I finally depart from these dirty walls, from Papa Briquet, stupid posters, and brutal jockeys! HE Very soon, Mancini. MANCINI Yes, soon. I am simply exhausted in these surroundings, HE! I begin to feel myself a horse. You are from society, still you don't yet know what high society means. To be at last decently dressed, to attend receptions, to display the splendour of wit; from time to time to have a game of baccarat [_laughing_] without tricks or cheating---- HE And when evening comes, go to a suburb, where you are considered an honest father, who loves his children and---- MANCINI And get hold of something, eh? [_Laughs._] I shall wear a silk mask and two butlers shall follow me, thus protecting me from the dirty crowd. Ah, HE! The blood of my ancestors boils in me. Look at this stiletto. What do you think? Do you think that it was ever stained with blood? HE You frighten me, Count! MANCINI [_Laughing, and putting the stiletto back into its sheath_]: Fool! HE And what about the girl? MANCINI Tss! I give those bourgeois absolute satisfaction, and they glorify my name. [_Laughs._] The splendour of my name is beginning to shine with a force unknown. By the way, do you know what automobile firms are the best? Money is no object. [_Laughs._] Ah! Papa Briquet! [_Enter Briquet in his overcoat and silk hat. They shake hands._] BRIQUET So, Mancini, you have obtained a benefit performance for your daughter, Consuelo! I only want to tell you, that if it were not for Zinida.... MANCINI Listen, Briquet. Decidedly you are a donkey. What are you complaining of? The Baron has bought all the parquet seats for Consuelo's benefit performance. Isn't that enough for you, you miser? BRIQUET I love your daughter, Mancini, and I am sorry to let her go. What more does she need here? She has an honest job, wonderful comrades, and the atmosphere--? MANCINI Not _she_, but _I_ need something. You understand? [_Laughs._] I asked you to increase her salary, Harpagon! and now, Mr. Manager, wouldn't you like to change me a thousand franc note? BRIQUET [_With a sigh_]: Give it to me. MANCINI [_Nonchalantly_]: To-morrow. I left it at home. [_All three laugh._] Laugh, laugh! To-day we are going with the Baron to his villa in the country; people say a very nice villa. HE What for? MANCINI You know, HE, the crazes of these billionaires. He wants to show Consuelo some winter roses, and me his wine cellars. He will come for us here. What is the matter, my little Consuelo? [_Enter_ CONSUELO, _almost crying_.] CONSUELO I can't father! Tell him! What right has he to yell at me? He almost hit me with his whip! MANCINI [_Straightening up_]: Briquet! I beg of you, as the Manager, what is this--a stable? To hit my daughter with a whip! I'll show this cub ... a mere jockey.... No, the devil knows what it is, devil knows, I swear.... CONSUELO Father.... BRIQUET I will tell him. CONSUELO Please don't. Alfred didn't hit me. It's a silly thing, what I told you. What an idea! He is so sorry himself.... BRIQUET I shall tell him anyhow that---- CONSUELO Don't you dare. You mustn't tell him anything. He didn't do a thing. MANCINI [_Still excited_]: He must beg her pardon, the brat. CONSUELO He's already asked me to forgive him. How silly you all are! I simply cannot work to-day and I got nervous. What nonsense! The silly boy asked me to forgive him, but I didn't want to. HE, dear, good morning! I didn't notice you. How becoming your tie is! Where are you going, Briquet? To Alfred? BRIQUET No, I am going home, dear child. Zinida asked me to give you her love. She will not be here to-day, either. [_He goes out._] CONSUELO Zinida is so nice, so good. Father, why is it that everybody seems so nice to me? Probably because I am going away soon. HE, did you hear the march that Tilly and Polly will play? [_Laughs._] Such a cheerful one. HE Yes. I heard it. Your benefit performance will be remarkable. CONSUELO I think so, too. Father I am hungry. Have them bring me a sandwich. HE I'll run for it, my Queen. CONSUELO Please do, HE. [_Loudly_] But not cheese. I don't like it. [MANCINI _and_ CONSUELO _are alone_. MANCINI, _lying back comfortably in an armchair, scrutinizes his daughter with a searching eye_.] MANCINI I find something particular in you to-day, my child. I don't know whether it is something better or worse. You cried? CONSUELO Yes, a little. Oh, I am so hungry. MANCINI But you had your breakfast? CONSUELO No, I didn't. That's why I am so hungry. You again forgot to leave me some money this morning, and without money.... MANCINI Oh, the devil ... what a memory I have. [_Laughs._] But we shall have a very nice meal to-day. Don't eat very many sandwiches.... Yes, positively I like you. You must cry more often, my child; it washes off your superfluous simplicity. You become more of a woman. CONSUELO Am I so simple, Father? MANCINI Very.... Too much. I like it in others, but not in you. Besides, the Baron.... CONSUELO Nonsense. I am not simple. But you know, Bezano scolded me so much, that even you would have cried. The devil knows.... MANCINI Tsss.... Never say "the devil knows." It isn't decent. CONSUELO I say it only when I am with you. MANCINI You must not say it when you are with me, either. I know it without you. [_Laughs._] CONSUELO Ha! Listen, Father! It's a new number of Alfred's. He makes such a jump! Jim says he's bound to break his neck. Poor fish.... MANCINI [_Indifferently_]: Or his leg, or his back; they all have to break something. [_Laughs._] They are breakable toys. CONSUELO [_Listening to the music_]: I'll be lonesome without them, Father! The Baron promised to make a ring for me to gallop over as much as I want. He's not lying? MANCINI A ring? [_Laughs._] No, it's not a lie. By the way, child, when speaking of Barons, you must say, "he does not tell the truth," and not, "he lies." CONSUELO It's just the same. It's nice to be wealthy, Father; you can do what you want, then. MANCINI [_With enthusiasm_]: Everything you want. Everything, my child. Ah! Our fate is being decided to-day. Pray our clement God, Consuelo. The Baron is hanging on a thread. CONSUELO [_Indifferently_]: Yes? MANCINI [_Making the gesture with his fingers_]: On a very thin, silk thread. I am almost sure that he will make his proposal to-day. [_Laughs._] Winter roses, and the web of a spider amongst the roses, in order that my dear little fly.... He is such a spider. CONSUELO [_Indifferently_]: Yes, a terrible spider. Father, oughtn't I to let him kiss my hand yet? MANCINI By no means. You don't know yet, darling, what these men are. CONSUELO Alfred never kisses. MANCINI Alfred! Your Alfred is a cub, and he mustn't dare. But with men of that sort, you must be extremely careful, my child. To-day he would kiss your little finger, to-morrow your hand, and after to-morrow you would be on his lap. CONSUELO Foui! Father, what are you talking about? You should be ashamed! MANCINI But I know.... CONSUELO Don't you dare! I don't want to hear such dirty things. I shall give the Baron such a slap! A better one than HE--let him only try. MANCINI [_With a deprecating gesture_]: All men are like that, child. CONSUELO It isn't true. Alfred is not. Ah! But where is HE? He said he'd run, and he hasn't come back. MANCINI The buffet here is closed, and he has to get the sandwiches somewhere else. Consuelo, as your father, I want to warn you about HE. Don't trust him. He knows something. [_Twirls his finger close to his forehead._] His game is not fair. CONSUELO You say it about everybody. I know HE; he is such a nice man, and he loves me so much. MANCINI Believe me, there is something in it. CONSUELO Father, you make me sick with your advice. Ah! HE, thank you. [_HE, breathing somewhat heavily, enters and gives her the sandwiches._] HE Eat, Consuelo. CONSUELO A hot one.... But you were running, HE? I am so grateful. [_Eats._] HE, do you love me? HE I do, my Queen. I am your court fool. CONSUELO [_Eating_]: And when I leave, will you find another queen? HE [_Making a ceremonious bow_]: I shall follow after you, my incomparable one. I shall carry the train of your dress and wipe away my tears with it. [_Pretends to cry._] MANCINI Idiot! [_Laughs._] How sorry I am, HE, that those wonderful times have passed, when, in the court of the Counts Mancini, there were scores of motley fools who were given gold and kicks.... Now, Mancini is compelled to go to this dirty circus in order to see a good fool; and still, whose fool is he? Mine? No. He belongs to everybody who pays a franc. We shall very soon be unable to breathe because of Democracy. Democracy, too, needs fools! Think of it, HE; what an unexampled impertinence. HE We are the servants of those who pay. But how can we help it, Count? MANCINI But is that not sad? Imagine: we are in my castle. I, near the fireplace with my glass of wine, you, at my feet chatting your nonsense, jingling your little bells--diverting me. Sometimes you pinch me too with your jokes: it is allowed by the traditions and necessary for the circulation of the blood. After a while--I am sick of you, I want another one.... Then I give you a kick and.... Ah, HE, how wonderful it would be! HE It would be marvellous, Mancini! MANCINI Yes. Certainly! You would be getting gold coins, those wonderfully little yellow things.... Well, when I become rich, I shall take you. That's settled. CONSUELO Take him, Father.... HE And when the count, tired of my chattering, will give me a kick with his Highness's foot, then I shall lie down at the little feet of my queen, and shall.... CONSUELO [_Laughing_]: Wait for another kick? I'm finished. Father, give me your handkerchief, I want to wipe my hands. You have another one in your pocket. Oh, my goodness, I must work some more! MANCINI [_Uneasy_]: But don't forget, my child! CONSUELO No, to-day I won't forget! Go on! MANCINI [_Looking at his watch_]: Yes, it is time.... He asked me to come over when you were ready. You must change your dress before I come back. [_Laughing._] _Signori, miei complimenti._ [_He goes out, playing with his cane._ CONSUELO _sits on the corner of the divan, and covers herself with her shawl_.] CONSUELO Hello, HE! Come and lie down at my feet, and tell me something cheerful.... You know, when you paint the laughter on your face, you are very good looking, but now, too, you are very, very nice. Come on, HE, why don't you lie down? HE Consuelo! Are you going to marry the Baron? CONSUELO [_Indifferently_]: It seems so. The Baron is hanging by a thread! HE, there is one little sandwich left. Eat it. HE Thank you, my queen. [_Eats._] And do you remember my prediction? CONSUELO What prediction? How quickly you swallow! Does it taste good? HE Very good. That if you marry the Baron, you.... CONSUELO Oh, that's what you're talking about.... But you were making fun. HE Nobody can tell, my Queen. Sometimes one makes fun, and suddenly it turns out to be true; the stars never talk in vain. If sometimes it is difficult for a human being to open his mouth and to say a word, how difficult it must be for a star. Think of it. CONSUELO [_Laughing_]: I should say. Such a mouth! [_Makes a tiny mouth._] HE No, my dear little girl, were I in your place, I would think it over. And suppose suddenly you should die? Don't marry the Baron, Consuelo! CONSUELO [_Thinking_]: And what is--death? HE I do not know, my Queen. Nobody knows. Like love! Nobody knows. But your little hands will become cold, and your dear little eyes will be closed. You will be away from here. And the music will play without you, and without you the crazy Bezano will be galloping, and Tilly and Polly will be playing on their pipes without you: tilly-polly, tilly-polly ... tilly-tilly, polly-polly.... CONSUELO Please don't, HE darling---- I am so sad, anyway ... tilly-tilly, polly-polly ... [_Silence. HE looks at_ CONSUELO.] HE You were crying, my little Consuelo? CONSUELO Yes, a little. Alfred made me nervous. But tell me, is it my fault that I can't do anything to-day? I tried to, but I couldn't. HE Why? CONSUELO Ah, I don't know. There is something here. [_Presses her hand against her heart._] I don't know. HE, I must be sick. What is sickness? Does it hurt very much? HE It is not sickness. It is the charm of the far off stars, Consuelo. It is the voice of your fate, my little Queen. CONSUELO Don't talk nonsense, please. What should the stars care about me? I am so small. Nonsense, HE! Tell me rather another tale which you know: about the blue sea and those gods, you know ... who are so beautiful. Did they all die? HE They are all alive, but they hide themselves, my goddess. CONSUELO In the woods or mountains? Can one come across them? Ah, imagine HE ... I come across a god, and he suddenly takes a look at me! I'd run away. [_Laughs._] This morning when I went without breakfast, I became so sad, so disgusted, and I thought: if a god should come, and give me something to eat! And as I thought it, I suddenly heard, honestly it's true, I heard: "Consuelo, somebody's calling you." [_Angrily._] Don't you dare laugh! HE Am I laughing? CONSUELO Honestly, it's true. Ah, HE, but he didn't come. He only called me and disappeared, and how can you find him? It hurt me so much, and hurts even now. Why did you remind me of my childhood? I'd forgotten it entirely. There was the sea ... and something ... many, many [_closes her eyes, smiling._] HE Remember, Consuelo. CONSUELO No. [_Opening her eyes_] I forget everything about it. [_Looks around the room._] HE, do you see what a poster they made for my benefit performance? It's Father's idea. The Baron liked it. [_HE laughs. Silence._] HE [_Slowly_] Consuelo, my Queen! Don't go to the Baron to-day. CONSUELO Why? [_After a silence._] How fresh you are, HE. HE [_Lowering his head, slowly_]: I don't want it. CONSUELO [_Getting up_]: What? You don't want it? HE [_Bowing his head still lower_]: I do not want you to marry the Baron [_Imploring._] I ... I shall not allow it ... I beg you! CONSUELO Whom, then, would you ask me to marry? You, perhaps, you fool? [_With a rancorous laugh_] Are you crazy, my darling? "I shall not allow." HE! HE will not allow me! But it is unbearable! What business is it of yours? [_Walking up and down the room, looks over her shoulder at HE, with anger._] Some fool clown, whom they can kick out of here any minute. You make me sick with your stupid tales. Or you like slaps so much. Fool, you couldn't invent anything better than a slap! HE [_Without lifting his head_]: Forgive me, my Queen. CONSUELO He is glad when they laugh at him. Some god! No, I shan't forgive. I know you. [_Makes same gesture as_ MANCINI.] You have something there! Laughs ... so nicely ... plays, plays, and then suddenly--hop! _Obey him!_ No, darling, I am not that kind! Carry my train, that is your business--fool! HE I shall carry your train, my Queen. Forgive me. Give me back the image of my beautiful, piteous goddess. CONSUELO [_Quieting down_]: You're playing again? HE I am. CONSUELO [_Laughing_]: You see! [_Sits down._] Foolish HE. HE I see everything, my Queen. I see how beautiful you are, and how low under your feet your poor court fool is lying. Somewhere in the abyss his little bells are ringing. He kneels before you and prays; forgive and pity him, my divine one. He was too impudent; he played so cheerfully that he went too far and lost his tiny little mind, the last bit of understanding he had saved up. Forgive me! CONSUELO All right. I forgive you. [_Laughs._] And now will you allow me to marry the Baron? HE [_Also laughing_]: And nevertheless I will not allow it. But what does a queen care about the permission of her enamoured fool? CONSUELO Get up. You are forgiven. And do you know why? You think because of your words? You are a cunning beast, HE! No, because of the _sandwiches_. That's why. You were so lovely, you panted so when you brought them. Poor darling HE. From to-morrow you may be at my feet again. And as soon as I whistle, "tuwhooo"---- HE I shall instantly lie down at thy feet, Consuelo. It is settled! But all my little bells fell off to-day and---- [_Bezano appears, confused._] CONSUELO Alfred! You came for me? BEZANO Yes. Will you work some more, Consuelo? CONSUELO Certainly. As much as you want. But I thought, Alfred, you were mad at me? I shan't dawdle any more. BEZANO No. You didn't dawdle. Don't be offended, because I yelled so much. You know when one has to teach, and---- CONSUELO My goodness, do you think I don't understand? You are too nice, unbearably nice, to like teaching such a fool as me. Do you think I don't understand? Come on! BEZANO Come on! Hello, HE! I haven't seen you yet to-day. How are you? HE How are you, Bezano? Wait, wait a minute--stay here a minute, both of you--that way. Yes! [CONSUELO _and_ BEZANO _stand side by side, the jockey scowling_, CONSUELO _laughing and flushing_.] CONSUELO Like Adam and Eve? How foolish you are! Terribly. [_She runs away._] I shall only change my slippers, Alfred. HE Consuelo! And how about Father and the Baron? They will come soon, to take you with them. CONSUELO Let them come. They can wait. Not very important people. [_Runs away._ BEZANO _hesitatingly follows her_.] HE Stay here for a while, Bezano. Sit down. BEZANO What more do you want? I have no time for your nonsense. HE You can remain standing if you want. Bezano--you love her? [_Silence._] BEZANO I shall allow nobody to interfere with my affairs. You allow yourself too many liberties, HE. I don't know you. You came from the street, and why should I trust you? HE But you know the Baron? Listen. It is painful for me to pronounce these words: she loves you. Save her from the spider! Or are you blind, and don't see the web, which is woven in every dark corner. Get out of the vicious circle in which you are turning around, like a blind man. Take her away, steal her, do what you want ... kill her even, and take her to the heavens or to the devil! But don't give her to this man! He is a defiler of love. And if you are timid, if you are afraid to lift your hand against her--kill the Baron! Kill! BEZANO [_With a smile_]: And who will kill the others, to come? HE She loves you. BEZANO Did she tell you that herself? HE What a petty, what a stupid, what a human pride! But _you_ are a little god! A god, youth! Why don't you want to believe me? Or does the street, from which I have come, bother you? But look, look yourself. Look in my eyes, do such eyes lie? Yes, my face is ugly, I make faces and grimaces, I am surrounded by laughter, but don't you see the god behind all this, a god, like you? Look, look at me! [BEZANO _bursts out laughing_.] What are you laughing at, youth? BEZANO You look now as you did that evening in the ring. You remember? When you were a great man, and they sent for you from the Academy, and suddenly--Hup! HE Who Gets Slapped! HE [_Laughing the same way_]: Yes, yes, you are right, Bezano. There is a resemblance. [_With a strained expression, taking a pose_] "It seems to me they sent for me from the Academy!" BEZANO [_Displeased_]: But I don't like this play. You can present your face for slaps if you want to, but don't dare to expose mine. [_Turns to go._] HE Bezano! BEZANO [_Turning round_]: And never let me hear any more about Consuelo, and don't dare to tell me again that I am a god! It is disgusting. [BEZANO _goes out angrily, striking his boot with his whip. HE is alone. Wrathfully, with a tortured expression, he makes a step towards the jockey, then stops, with soundless laughter, his head thrown backwards. The_ BARON _and_ MANCINI _find him in this position, when they enter_.] MANCINI [_Laughing_]: What a cheerful chap you are, HE! You laugh when you are alone. [_HE laughs aloud._] Stop it fool! How can you stand it? HE [_Bowing low, with a large gesture_]: How do you do, Baron? My humblest respects to you, Count. I beg your pardon, Count, but you found the clown at work. These are, so to speak, Baron, his every-day pleasures. MANCINI [_Lifting his eyebrows_]: Tsss. But you are a clever man, HE. I shall ask Papa Briquet to give you a benefit performance. Shall I, HE? HE Please do me the favour, Count. MANCINI Don't overdo. Be more simple, HE. [_Laughs._] But how many slaps will you get at your benefit performance, when even on weekdays they ring you like a gong! A funny profession, isn't it, Baron? BARON Very strange. But where is the Countess? MANCINI Yes, yes. I shall go for her at once. Dear child, she is so absorbed in her benefit performance and her work. They call this jumping _work_, Baron. BARON I can wait a little. [_Sits down, with his silk hat on his head._] MANCINI But why? I shall hurry her up. I shall be back at once. And you, HE, be a nice host, and entertain our dear guest. You will not be bored in his company, Baron. [_He goes out. HE strides about the stage, smiling and glancing from time to time at the_ BARON. _The latter sits with his legs spread apart and his chin on the top of his cane. The silk hat remains on his head. He is silent._] HE In what way would you like me to entertain you, Baron? BARON In no way! I don't like clowns. HE Nor I Barons. [_Silence. HE puts on his derby hat, takes a chair with a large gesture, and puts it down heavily, in front of the_ BARON. _HE sits astride it, imitating the pose of the_ BARON, _and looks him in the eyes. Silence._] HE Can you be silent very long? BARON Very long. HE [_Taps on the floor with his foot_]: And can you wait very long? BARON Very long. HE Until you get it? BARON Until I get it. And you? HE I too. [_Both look at each other, silently, their heads close together. From the ring one hears the strains of the Tango._] CURTAIN ACT IV _Music in the ring. More disorder in the room than usual. All kinds of actors' costumes hanging on pegs and lying in the corners. On the table a bouquet of fiery-red roses, put there by some careless hand. At the entrance, near the arch, three bareback riders are smoking and chattering; they are all minor actors. All part their hair the same way; two wear small moustaches; the third one is clean-shaven with a face like a bull-dog._ THE CLEAN-SHAVEN ONE Go on, Henry! Ten thousand francs! It's too much even for the Baron. THE SECOND How much are roses now? THE SHAVEN I don't know. In winter they are certainly more expensive, but still Henry talks nonsense. Ten thousand! THE SECOND The Baron has his own hothouse. They don't cost him anything. HENRY [_Throwing away hit cigar, which has burned the tips of his fingers_]: No, Grab, you're silly. There's a whole car-load full! One can smell the roses a mile away. They're to cover the entire arena. THE SHAVEN Only the ring. HENRY It's all the same. In order to cover the ring, you must have thousands and thousands of roses. You'll see what it looks like, when they've covered everything like a carpet. He ordered them to make it like a carpet! Do you see, Grab? THE SECOND What a Baron's craze! Isn't it time yet? HENRY No, we have time enough. I rather like it: a fiery-red tango on a fiery-red cover of winter roses! THE SHAVEN Consuelo will be galloping on roses. And Bezano? THE SECOND And Bezano on thorns. [_Smiles._] THE SHAVEN That youngster has no self-respect. I'd have refused. HENRY But it is his job. He's got to do it. [_Laughs._] Talk to him about self-respect. He's as angry and proud as a little Satan. THE SECOND No, you may say what you like, it's an excellent benefit performance. It's a joy to look at the crowd. They're so excited. HENRY Tss! [_All throw away their cigars and cigarettes, like school boys who are caught, and make way for_ ZINIDA, _who enters with_ HE.] ZINIDA What are you doing here, gentlemen? Your place is at the entrance. HENRY [_With a respectful smile_]: We are here just for a minute, Madame Zinida. We are going. What a successful evening! And what a glory for Papa Briquet! ZINIDA Yes. Go, and please don't leave your places. [_They go._ ZINIDA _pulls a drawer out of the desk, and puts in some papers. She is in her lion tamer's costume._] HE, what were you doing near my lions? You frightened me. HE Why, Duchess, I merely wanted to hear what the beasts were saying about the benefit performance. They are pacing in their cages, and growling. ZINIDA The music makes them nervous. Sit down, HE. An excellent evening, and I am so glad that Consuelo is leaving us. Have you heard about the Baron's roses. HE Everybody is talking about them. The Hymeneal roses! ZINIDA Here are some, too. [_Pushes away the bouquet._] You find them everywhere. Yes, I am glad. She is superfluous here, and disturbs our work. It is a misfortune for a cast to have in it such a beautiful and such an ... accessible girl. HE But it is an honest marriage, Duchess, is it not? ZINIDA I don't care what it is. HE Spiders, too need an improvement in their breed! Can't you imagine, Zinida, what charming little spiders this couple will create! They will have the face of their mother, Consuelo, and the stomach of their father, the Baron, and thus could be an ornament for any circus-ring. ZINIDA You are malicious to-day, HE. You are morose. HE I laugh. ZINIDA You do, but without joy. Why are you without make-up? HE I am in the third act. I have time. And how does Bezano feel about this evening. Is he glad? ZINIDA I didn't talk to Bezano. You know what I think, my friend? You, too, are superfluous here. [_Silence._] HE How do you want me to take that, Zinida? ZINIDA Just as I said. In fact, Consuelo sold herself for nothing. What is the Baron worth, with his poor millions? People say that you are clever, too clever perhaps; tell me then, for how much could one buy me? HE [_Looking as if he were pricing her_]: Only for a crown. ZINIDA A baron's crown? HE No, a royal one. ZINIDA You are far from being stupid. And you guessed that Consuelo is not Mancini's daughter? HE [_Startled_]: What! And she knows it? ZINIDA Hardly. Why should she know it? Yes, she is a girl from Corsica whose parents are unknown. He preferred to use her for business rather than.... But according to the law, she is his daughter, Countess Veronica Mancini. HE It is nice, to have everything done according to law, isn't it, Zinida? But it is curious there is more blue blood in her than in this Mancini. One would say that it was she who found him on the street, and made him a count and her father. Count Mancini! [_Laughs._] ZINIDA Yes, you are gloomy, HE. I changed my mind, you'd better stay. HE Will I not be superfluous? ZINIDA When she is gone, you will not. Oh! You don't know yet, how nice it is to be with us. What a rest for the body and mind. I understand you. I am clever, too. Like you, I brought with me from out there my inclination for chains, and for a long time I chained myself to whatever I could, in order to feel firm. HE Bezano? ZINIDA Bezano and others; there were many, there will be many more. My red lion, with whom I am desperately in love, is still more terrible than Bezano. But it is all nonsense; old habits, which we are sorry to let go, like old servants who steal things. Leave Consuelo alone. She has her own way. HE Automobiles and diamonds? ZINIDA When did you see a beauty clad in simple cotton? If this one does not buy her, another will. They buy off everything that is beautiful. Yes, I know. For the first ten years she will be a sad beauty, who will attract the eyes of the poor man on the side-walk: afterward she will begin to paint a little around her eyes and smile, and then will take---- HE Her _chauffeur_ or butler as a lover? You're not guessing badly, Zinida! ZINIDA Am I not right? I don't want to intrude on your confidence, but to-day I am sorry for you, HE. What can you do against Fate? Don't be offended, my friend, by the words of a woman. I like you; you are not beautiful, nor young, nor rich, and your place is---- HE On the side-walk, from which one looks at the beauties. [_Laughs._] And if I don't want to? ZINIDA What does it matter, your "want" or "don't want"? I am sorry for you, my poor friend, but if you are a strong man, and I think you are, then there is only one way for you. To forget. HE You think that that's being strong? And you are saying this, you, Queen Zinida, who want to awaken the feeling of love, even in the heart of a lion? For one second of an illusory possession, you are ready to pay with your life, and still you advise me to forget! Give me your strong hand, my beautiful lady; see how much strength there is in this pressure, and don't pity me. [_Enter_ BRIQUET _and_ MANCINI. _The latter it reserved, and self-consciously imposing. He has a new suit, but the same cane, and the same noiseless smile of a satyr._] ZINIDA [_Whispering_]: Will you stay? HE Yes. I shan't go away. MANCINI How are you, my dear? But you are dazzling, my dear! I swear you are marvellous! Your lion would be an ass, if he did not kiss your hand, as I do.... [_Kisses her hand._] ZINIDA May I congratulate you, Count? MANCINI Yes, merci. [_To_ HE]: How are you, my dear? HE Good evening, Count! BRIQUET Zinida, the Count wants to pay immediately for the breach of contract with Consuelo ... the Countess's contract. Don't you remember, Mother, how much it is? ZINIDA I'll look it up, Papa. MANCINI Yes, please. Consuelo will not return here any more. We leave to-morrow. [ZINIDA _and_ BRIQUET _search among the papers_. HE _takes_ MANCINI _roughly by the elbow, and draws him aside._] HE [_In a low voice_]: How are your girls, Mancini? MANCINI What girls? What is this, stupidity or blackmail? Look out, sir, be careful, the policeman is not far. HE You are much too severe, Mancini. I assumed, that since we are _tête-á-tête_.... MANCINI But tell me, what kind of _tête-á-tête_ is possible, between a clown and me? [_Laughs._] You are stupid, HE. You should say what you want, and not ask questions! BRIQUET Three thousand francs, Count. MANCINI Is that all? For Consuelo? All right. I'll tell the Baron. ZINIDA You took---- BRIQUET Don't, Mother, don't. ZINIDA Count, you drew in advance, I have it written down, eighty francs and twenty centimes. Will you pay this money, too? MANCINI Certainly, certainly. You will get three thousand and one hundred. [_Laughing_] Twenty centimes! I never thought I could be so accurate. [_Seriously_] Yes, my friends. My daughter Consuelo--the Countess--and the Baron, expressed their desire to bid farewell to the whole cast. HE The Baron, too? MANCINI Yes, Auguste, too. They want to do it during the intermission. Therefore, I ask you to gather here ... the more decent ones ... but please don't make it too crowded! HE, will you, sir, be kind enough to run into the buffet and tell them to bring right away a basket of champagne, bottles and glasses--you understand? HE Yes, Count. MANCINI Wait a minute, what's the hurry--what is this, a new costume? You are all burning like the devils in hell! HE You do me too much honour, Count, I am not a devil. I am merely a poor sinner who the devils are frying a little. [_He goes out, bowing like a clown._] MANCINI A gifted chap, but too cunning. BRIQUET It's the Tango colour, in honour of your daughter, Count. He needs it for a new stunt, which he doesn't want to tell in advance. Don't you want to sit down, Count? MANCINI Auguste is waiting for me, but ... it's all right. [_Takes a seat._] Nevertheless I am sorry to leave you, my friend. High society, certainly, prerogatives of the title, castles of exalted noblemen, but where could I find such freedom, and ... such simplicity.... And besides, these announcements, these burning posters, which take your breath in the morning, they had something which summoned, which encouraged.... _There_, my friends, I shall become old. BRIQUET But pleasures of a higher kind, Count. Why are you silent, Zinida? ZINIDA I'm listening. MANCINI By the way, my dear, how do you like my suit? You have wonderful taste. [_Spreads out his lace tie and lace cuffs._] ZINIDA I like it. You look like a nobleman of the courts of long ago. MANCINI Yes? But don't you think it is too conspicuous? Who wears lace and satin now? This dirty democracy will soon make us dress ourselves in sack cloth. [_With a sigh_] Auguste told me that this jabot was out of place. ZINIDA The Baron is too severe. MANCINI Yes, but it seems to me he is right. I am a little infected with your fancy. [HE _returns. Two waiters follow him, carrying a basket of champagne and glasses. They prepare everything on the table._] MANCINI Ah! _merci_, HE. But, please, none of this bourgeoise exploding of corks; be slower and more modest. Send the bill to Baron Regnard. Then, we will be here, Briquet. I must go. ZINIDA [_Looks at her watch_]: Yes, the act is going to end soon. MANCINI Heavens! [_Disappears in a hurry._] BRIQUET The devil take him! ZINIDA [_Pointing to the waiter_]: Not so loud, Louis! BRIQUET No! The devil take him! And why couldn't you help me, Mother? You left me alone to talk to him. High Society! High pleasures! Swindler! [HE _and_ ZINIDA _laugh. The waiters smile._] BRIQUET [_To the waiters_]: What are you laughing about? You can go. We will help ourselves. Whiskey and soda, Jean! [_In a low and angry voice_] Champagne! [_Enter_ JACKSON, _in his clown's costume._] JACKSON A whiskey and soda for me, too! At least I hear some laughter here. Those idiots have simply forgotten how to laugh. My sun was rising and setting and crawling all over the ring---- and not a smile! Look at my bottom, shines like a mirror! [_Turns around quickly._] Beg your pardon, Zinida. And you don't look badly to-night, HE. Look out for your cheeks. I hate beauties. BRIQUET A benefit performance crowd! JACKSON [_Looking in a hand mirror, correcting his make-up_]: In the orchestra there are some Barons and Egyptian mummies. I got a belly-ache from fright. I am an honest clown. I can't stand it when they look at me as if I had stolen a handkerchief. HE, please give them a good many slaps to-night. HE Be quiet, Jim. I shall avenge you. [_HE goes out._] ZINIDA And how is Bezano? JACKSON [_Grumbling_]: Bezano! A crazy success. But he is crazy, he will break his neck to-morrow. Why does he run such a risk? Or perhaps he has wings, like a god? Devil take it. It's disgusting to look at him. It's not work any more. BRIQUET You are right, Jim! It is not work any more. To your health, old comrade, Jackson. JACKSON To yours, Louis. BRIQUET It is not work any more, since these Barons came here! Do you hear? They are laughing. But I am indignant, I am indignant, Jim! What do they want here, these Barons? Let them steal hens in other hen roosts, and leave us in peace. Ah! Had I been Secretary of the Interior, I should have made an iron fence between us and those people. JACKSON I am very sorry myself for our dear little Consuelo. I don't know why, but it seems to me that we all look to-day more like swindlers than honest artists. Don't you think so, Zinida? ZINIDA Everybody does what he wants. It's Consuelo's business and her father's. BRIQUET No, Mother, that's not true! Not everybody does what he wants, but it turns out this way ... devil knows why. _[Enter_ ANGELICA _and_ THOMAS, _an athlete._] ANGELICA Is this where we're going to have champagne? BRIQUET And you're glad already? THOMAS There it is! Oh, oh, what a lot! ANGELICA The Count told me to come here. I met him. BRIQUET [_Angrily_]: All right, if he said so, but there is no reason to enjoy it. Look out, Angelica, you will have a bad end. I see you through and through. How does she work, Thomas? THOMAS Very well. ANGELICA [_In a low voice_]: How angry Papa Briquet is to-night. [Enter HE, TILLY, POLLY, _and other actors, all in their costumes._] TILLY Do you really want champagne? POLLY I don't want it at all. Do you, Tilly? TILLY And I don't want it. HE, did you see how the Count walks? [_Walks, imitating_ MANCINI. _Laughter._] POLLY Let me be the Baron. Take my arm. Look out, ass, you stepped on my beloved family tree! ANGELICA It'll soon be finished. Consuelo is galloping now. It is her waltz. What a success she is having! [_All listen to the waltz._ TILLY _and_ POLLY _are singing it softly._] ANGELICA She is so beautiful! Are those her flowers? [_They listen. Suddenly, a crash as if a broken wall were tumbling down: applause, shouting, screaming; much motion on the stage. The actors are pouring champagne. New ones come in, talking and laughing. When they notice the director and the champagne, they become quiet and modest._] VOICES They're coming! What a success! I should say, since all the orchestra seats.... And what will it be when they see the Tango? Don't be envious, Alphonse. BRIQUET Silence! Not so much noise, please! Zinida, look here, don't be so quiet! High society! [_Enter_ CONSUELO, _on the arm of the_ BARON _who is stiff and erect. She is happy._ MANCINI, _serious and happy. Behind them, riders, actors, actresses. The_ BARON _has in his button-hole a fiery-red rose. All applaud and cry: "Bravo, bravo!"_] CONSUELO Friends ... my dears ... Father, I can't ... [_Throws herself into_ MANCINI'S _arms, and hides her face on his shoulders._ MANCINI _looks with a smile over her head at the_ BARON. BARON _smiles slightly, but remains earnest and motionless. A new burst of applause._] BRIQUET Enough, children! Enough! MANCINI Calm yourself, calm yourself, my child. How they all love you! [_Taking a step forward_] Ladies and gentlemen, Baron Regnard did me the honour yesterday, to ask for the hand of my daughter, the Countess Veronica, whom you knew under the name of Consuelo. Please take your glasses. CONSUELO No, I am still Consuelo, to-night, and I shall always be Consuelo! Zinida, dear! [_Falls on the neck of_ ZINIDA. _Fresh applause._] BRIQUET Stop it! Silence! Take your glasses. What are you standing here for? If you came, then take the glasses. TILLY [_Trembling_]: They are frightened. You take yours first, Papa, and we will follow. [_They take the glasses._ CONSUELO _is near the_ BARON, _holding the sleeve of his dress coat with her left hand. In her right hand, she has a glass of champagne, which spills over._] BARON You are spilling your wine, Consuelo. CONSUELO Ah! It is nothing! I am frightened, too. Are you, Father? MANCINI Silly child. [_An awkward silence._] BRIQUET [_With a step forward_]: Countess! As the director of the circus, who was happy enough ... to witness ... many times ... your successes.... CONSUELO I do not _like_ this, Papa Briquet! I am Consuelo. What do you want to do with me? I shall cry. I don't want this "Countess." Give me a kiss, Briquet! BRIQUET Ah, Consuelo! Books have killed you. [_Kisses her with tears. Laughter, applause. The clowns cluck like hens, bark, and express their emotions in many other ways. The motley crowd of clowns, which is ready for the pantomime, becomes more and more lively. The_ BARON _is motionless, there is a wide space around him; the people touch glasses with him in a hurry, and go off to one side. With_ CONSUELO _they clink willingly and cheerfully. She kisses the women._] JACKSON Silence! Consuelo, from to-day on, I extinguish my sun. Let the dark night come after you leave us. You were a nice comrade and worker, we all loved you and will love the traces of your little feet on the sand. Nothing remains to us! CONSUELO You are so good, so good, Jim. So good that there is no one better. And your sun is better than all the other suns. I laughed so much at it. Alfred, dear, why don't you come? I was looking for you. BEZANO My congratulations, Countess. CONSUELO Alfred, I am Consuelo! BEZANO When you are on horseback; but here--I congratulate you, Countess. [_He passes, only slightly touching_ CONSUELO'S _glass_. CONSUELO _still holds it_. MANCINI _looks at the_ BARON _with a smile_. _The latter is motionless._] BRIQUET Nonsense, Bezano. You are making Consuelo unhappy. She is a good comrade. CONSUELO No, it's all right. ANGELICA You'll dance the Tango with her to-night, so how is she a countess? TILLY May I clink glasses with you, Consuelo? You know Polly has died of grief already, and I am going to die. I have such a weak stomach. [_Laughter_; BARON _shows slight displeasure_. _General motion._] MANCINI Enough, enough! The intermission is over. CONSUELO Already? It's so nice here. BRIQUET I shall prolong it. They can wait. Tell them, Thomas. MANCINI Auguste, the musicians of the orchestra, too, ask permission to congratulate you and Consuelo. Do you ...? BARON Certainly, certainly. [_Enter crowd of musicians. The conductor, an old Italian, lifts his glass solemnly and without looking at the_ BARON.] THE CONDUCTOR Consuelo! They call you Countess here, but for me you were and are _Consuelo_. CONSUELO Certainly! THE CONDUCTOR Consuelo! My violins and bassoons, my trumpets and drums, all are drinking your health. Be happy, dear child, as you were happy here. And we shall conserve for ever in our hearts the fair memory of our light-winged fairy, who guided our bows so long. I have finished! Give my love to our beautiful Italy, Consuelo. [_Applause, compliments. The musicians one after another clink glasses and go out into the corridor._ CONSUELO _is almost crying_.] MANCINI Don't be so sensitive, my child, it is indecent. Had I known that you would respond this way to this comedy--Auguste, look how touched this little heart is! BARON Calm yourself, Consuelo. CONSUELO It is all right. Ah, Father, listen! [_The musicians are playing the Tango in the corridor. Exclamations._] MANCINI You see. It is for you. CONSUELO They are so nice. My Tango! I want to dance. Who is going to dance with me? [_Looks around, seeking_ BEZANO, _who turns away sadly_.] Who, then? VOICES Baron! Let the Baron dance! Baron! BARON All right. [_Takes_ CONSUELO'S _arm, and stands in the centre of a circle which is formed_.] I do not know how to dance the Tango, but I shall hold tight. Dance, Consuelo. [_He stands with legs spread, heavily and awkwardly, like an iron-moulded man, holding_ CONSUELO'S _arm firmly and seriously_.] MANCINI [_Applauding_]: Bravo! Bravo! [CONSUELO _makes a few restless movements, and pulls her arm away_.] CONSUELO No, I can't this way. How stupid! Let me go! [_She goes to_ ZINIDA _and embraces her, as if hiding herself_. _The music still plays. The_ BARON _goes off quietly to the side_. _There is an unfriendly silence among the cast. They shrug their shoulders._] MANCINI [_Alone_]: Bravo! Bravo! It is charming, it is exquisite! JACKSON Not entirely, Count. [TILLY _and_ POLLY _imitate the_ BARON _and_ CONSUELO _without moving from their places_.] TILLY [_Shrieking_]: Let me go! POLLY No, I'll not. Dance! [_The music stops abruptly. General, too loud laughter; the clowns bark and roar. Papa_ BRIQUET _gesticulates, in order to re-establish silence_. _The_ BARON _is apparently as indifferent as before_.] MANCINI Really these vagabonds are becoming too impertinent. [_Shrugging his shoulders_] It smells of the stable. You cannot help it, Auguste! BARON Don't be upset, Count. HE [_Holding his glass, approaches the_ BARON]: Baron. Will you permit me to make a toast? BARON Make it. HE To your dance! [_Slight laughter in the crowd._] BARON I don't dance! HE Then another one, Baron. Let us drink to those who know how to wait longer, until they get it. BARON I do not accept any toasts which I do not understand. Say it more simply. [_Voice of a woman: "Bravo, HE!_" _Slight laughter._ MANCINI _says something hastily to_ BRIQUET; _the latter spreads his arms in gesture of helplessness_. JACKSON _takes HE by the arm_.] JACKSON Beat it, HE! The Baron doesn't like jokes. HE But I want to drink with the Baron. What can be simpler? Simpler? Baron, let us drink to the very small distance which will always remain 'twixt the cup and the lip! [_Spills his wine, and laughs._] [_The_ BARON _turns his back on him, indifferently_. _The music plays in the ring. The bell rings._] BRIQUET [_Relieved_]: There! To the ring, ladies and gentlemen, to the ring, to the ring! [_The actresses run out. The crowd becomes smaller; laughter and voices._] MANCINI [_Much excited, whispers to the_ BARON]: "Auguste, Auguste----" BRIQUET [_To_ ZINIDA]: Thank heaven they're beginning. Ah, Mother, I asked you ... but you want a scandal by all means, and you always---- ZINIDA Let me alone, Louis. [_HE approaches Consuelo, who is alone._] CONSUELO HE, deary, how are you? I thought you didn't want even to come near me. [_In a low voice_] Did you notice Bezano? HE I was waiting for my turn, Queen. It was so difficult to get through the crowd to approach you. CONSUELO Through the crowd? [_With a sad smile_] I am quite alone. What do you want, Father? MANCINI Child! Auguste.... CONSUELO [_Pulling away her hand_]: Let me alone! I'll soon be---- Come here, HE. What did you say to him? They all laughed. I couldn't understand. What? HE I joked, Consuelo. CONSUELO Please don't, HE, don't make him angry; he is so terrible. Did you see how he pressed my arm? I wanted to scream. [_With tears in her eyes_] He hurt me! HE It's not too late yet. Refuse him. CONSUELO It is too late, HE. Don't talk about it. HE Do you want it? I will take you away from here. CONSUELO Where to? [_Laughs._] Ah, my dear little silly boy, where could you take me to. All right, be quiet. How pale you are! You too, love me? Don't HE, please don't! Why do they all love me? HE You are so beautiful! CONSUELO No, no. It's not true. They must not love me. I was still a little cheerful, but when they began to speak ... so nicely ... and about Italy ... and to bid farewell, as if I were dying, I thought I should begin to cry. Don't talk, don't talk, but drink to ... my happiness. [_With a sad smile_] To my happiness, HE. What are you doing? HE I am throwing away the glass from which you drank with the others. I shall give you another one. Wait a minute. [_Goes to pour champagne._ CONSUELO _walks about thoughtfully_. _Almost all are gone. Only the principal figures are left._] MANCINI [_Coming to her_]: But it is really becoming indecent, Veronica. Auguste is so nice, he is waiting for you, and you talk here with this clown. Some stupid secrets. They're looking at you--it is becoming noticeable. It is high time, Veronica, to get rid of these habits. CONSUELO [_Loudly_]: Let me alone, Father! I want to do so, and will do so. They are all my friends. Do you hear? Let me alone! BARON Don't, Count. Please, Consuelo, talk to whomever you please and as much as you want. Would you like a cigar, Count? Dear Briquet, please order them to prolong the intermission a little more. BRIQUET With pleasure, Baron. The orchestra crowd can be a little angry. [_Goes, and returns shortly._ _HE gives a glass to_ CONSUELO.] HE Here is your glass. To your happiness, to your freedom, Consuelo! CONSUELO And where is yours? We must touch our glasses. HE You leave half. CONSUELO Must I drink so much? HE, deary, I shall become drunk. I still have to ride. HE No, you will not be drunk. Dear little girl, did you forget that I am your magician? Be quiet and drink. I charmed the wine. My witchery is in it. Drink, goddess. CONSUELO [_Lingeringly_]: What kind eyes you have. But why are you so pale? HE Because I love you. Look at my kind eyes and drink; give yourself up to my charms, goddess! You shall fall asleep, and wake again, as before. Do you remember? And you shall see your country, your sky.... CONSUELO [_Bringing the glass to her lips_]: I shall see all this; is that true? HE [_Growing paler_]: Yes! Awake, goddess, and remember the time when, covered with snow-white sea-foam, thou didst emerge from the sky blue waters. Remember heaven, and the low eastern wind, and the whisper of the foam at thy marble feet.... CONSUELO [_Drinking_]: There! Look! Just a half! Take it. But what is the matter with you? Are you laughing or crying? HE I am laughing and crying. MANCINI [_Pushing HE away, slightly_]: Enough, Countess, my patience is exhausted. If Auguste is good enough to allow it, then I, your Father--Your arm, Countess! Will you step aside, sir? CONSUELO I am tired. MANCINI You are not too tired to chatter and drink wine with a clown, and when your duty calls you--Briquet! Tell them to ring the bell. It is time. CONSUELO I am tired, Father. ZINIDA Count, it is cruel. Don't you see how pale she has become? BARON What is the matter with you, dear little Consuelo? CONSUELO Nothing. ZINIDA She simply needs a rest, Baron. She hasn't sat down yet ... and so much excitement.... Sit down here, dear child. Cover yourself and rest a little. Men are so cruel! CONSUELO I still have to work. [_Closing her eyes._] And the roses, are they ready? ZINIDA Ready, dear, ready. You will have such an extraordinary carpet. You will gallop as if on air. Rest. POLLY Do you want some moosic? We will play you a song; do you want it? CONSUELO [_Smiling, eyes closed_]: Yes, I do. [_The clowns play a soft and naïve song: tilly-polly, tilly-polly. General silence._ _HE sits in the corner with his face turned away._ JACKSON _watches him out of the corner of his eye, and drinks wine, lazily_. _The_ BARON, _in his usual pose, wide and heavily spread legs, looks at the pale face of_ CONSUELO, _with his bulging motionless eyes_.] CONSUELO [_With a sudden cry_]: Ah! Pain! ZINIDA What is it, Consuelo? MANCINI My child! Are you sick! Calm yourself. BARON [_Growing pale_]: Wait a moment.... She was too much excited.... Consuelo! CONSUELO [_Gets up, looking before her with wide-open eyes, as if she were listening to something within herself_]: Ah! I feel pain. Here at the heart. Father, what is it? I am afraid. What is it? My feet too ... I can't stand.... [_Falls on divan, her eyes wide open._] MANCINI [_Running about_]: Bring a doctor! Heavens, it is terrible! Auguste, Baron.... It never happened to her. It is nerves, nerves.... Calm yourself, calm, child---- BRIQUET Bring a doctor! [_Somebody runs for a doctor._] JACKSON [_In a voice full of fear_]: HE, what is the matter with you? HE It is death, Consuelo, my little Queen. I killed you. You are dying. [_He cries, loudly and bitterly._ CONSUELO _with a scream, closes her eyes, and becomes silent and quiet_. _All are in terrible agitation. The_ BARON _is motionless, and sees only_ CONSUELO.] MANCINI [_Furious_]: You are lying, rascal! Damned clown! What did you give her? You poisoned her! Murderer! Bring a doctor! HE A doctor will not help. You are dying, my little Queen. Consuelo! Consuelo! [BEZANO _rushes in, cries_: "BRIQUET!" _becomes silent and looks with horror at_ CONSUELO. _Somebody else comes in._ BRIQUET _is making gestures for someone to close the door_.] CONSUELO [_In a dull and distant voice_]: You are joking, HE? Don't frighten me. I am so frightened. Is that death? I don't want it. Ah, HE, my darling HE, tell me that you are joking, I am afraid, my dear, golden HE! [_HE pushes away the_ BARON, _with a commanding gesture, and stands in his place near_ CONSUELO. _The_ BARON _stands as before, seeing only_ CONSUELO.] HE Yes, I am joking. Don't you hear how I laugh, Consuelo? They all laugh at you here, my silly child. Don't laugh, Jim. She is tired, and wants to sleep. How can you laugh, Jim! Sleep my dear, sleep my heart, sleep my love. CONSUELO Yes, I have no more pain. Why did you joke that way, and frighten me? Now I laugh at myself. You told me, didn't you, that I ... should ... live ... eternally? HE Yes, Consuelo! You shall live eternally. Sleep. Be calm. [_Lifts up his arms, as if straining with all his forces to lift her soul higher._] How easy it is now! How much light, how many lights are burning about you.... The light is blinding you. CONSUELO Yes, light.... Is that the ring? HE No, it is the sea and the sun ... what a sun! Don't you feel that you are the foam, white sea-foam, and you are flying to the sun? You feel light, you have no body, you are flying higher, my love! CONSUELO I am flying. I am the sea-foam, and this is the sun, it shines ... so strong.... I feel well. [_She dies. Silence. HE stays a moment with lifted arms, then takes a long look, lets his arms fall, and shakingly goes off to one side. He stands still for a moment, then sits down, drops hit head on his hands, and struggles lonesomely with the torpidity of coming death._] BRIQUET [_Slowly_]: She has fallen asleep, Mother? ZINIDA [_Dropping the dead hand_]: I am afraid not.... Step aside, Louis. Baron, it is better for you to step aside. Baron! Do you hear me? [_Weeps._] She is dead, Louis. [_The clowns and_ BRIQUET _are crying_. MANCINI _is overwhelmed_. _The_ BARON _and HE are motionless, each in his place_.] JACKSON [_Drawing out a large prismatic clown's handkerchief to wipe away his tears_]: Faded, like a flower. Sleep, little Consuelo! The only thing that remains of you is the trace of your little feet on the sand. [_Cries._] Ah, what did you do, what did you do, HE!... It would have been better if you had never come to us. [_There it music in the ring._] BRIQUET [_Gesticulating_]: The music! Stop the music! They are crazy there. What a misfortune! [_Someone runs off._ ZINIDA _approaches the crying_ BEZANO _and strokes his bowed, pomaded head_. _When he notices her, he catches her hand and presses it to his eyes._ _The_ BARON _takes the rose from his button-hole, tears off the petals, and drops it, grinding it with his foot_. _A few pale faces peer through the door, the same masquerade crowd._] ZINIDA [_Over the head of_ BEZANO]: Louis, we must call the police. MANCINI [_Awakening from his stupor, screams_]: The police! Call the police! It's a murder! I am Count Mancini, I am Count Mancini! They will cut off your head, murderer, damned clown, thief! I myself will kill you, rascal! Ah, you! [_HE lifts his heavy head with difficulty._] HE They will cut off my head? And what more.... Your Excellency? BARON Sir! Listen, sir! I am going for the police. Stop it, sir. [_He suddenly takes a step forward, and looking HE in the eyes, speaks in a hoarse voice, with a cough, holding one hand at his throat._] I am the witness. I saw. I am a witness. I saw how he put poison ... I---- [_He leaves the room, suddenly, with the same straight, heavy steps. All move away from him, frightened. HE drops his head again. From time to time a tremor shakes his body._] JACKSON [_Clasping his hands_]: Then it is all true? Poisoned! What a vile man you are, HE. Is this the way to play? Now wait for the last slap of the executioner! [_Makes the gesture around his neck, of the guillotine. Tilly and Polly repeat the gesture._] ZINIDA Leave his soul alone, Jim. He was a man, and he loved. Happy Consuelo! [_A shot is heard in the corridor._ THOMAS, _frightened, runs in and points to his head_.] THOMAS Baron ... Baron ... his head.... He shot himself?... BRIQUET [_Throwing his arms up_]: God! What is it? The Baron? What a calamity for our circus. MANCINI The Baron? The Baron? No. What are you standing here for? Ah! BRIQUET Calm down, Count. Who would have believed it? Such a respectable ... gentleman! HE [_Lifting his head with difficulty; he sees only dimly with his dulled eyes_]: What more? What happened? THOMAS The Baron shot himself. Honestly. Straight here! He's lying out yonder. HE [_Thinking it over_]: Baron? [_Laughs._] Then the Baron burst? JACKSON Stop it! It's shameless. A man died and you.... What's the matter with you, HE? HE [_Stands up, lifted to his feet by the last gleam of consciousness and life, speaks strongly and indignantly_]: You loved her so much, Baron? So much? My Consuelo? And you want to be ahead of me even _there_? No! I am coming. 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