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The Lady of Lyons..............................................................................................................................................1
Edward Bulwer Lytton .............................................................................................................................1
ACT I.SCENE I. ..................................................................................................................................3
ACT II.SCENE I...............................................................................................................................13
ACT III.SCENE I. .............................................................................................................................23
ACT IV.SCENE I. .............................................................................................................................31
ACT V. ...................................................................................................................................................38
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The Lady of Lyons
Edward Bulwer Lytton
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
The Lady of Lyons;
Or,
Love and Pride.
To the author of "Ion."
Whose genius and example have alike contributed towards the regeneration
of The National Drama,
This play is inscribed.
PREFACE.
An indistinct recollection of the very pretty little tale,
called "The BellowsMender," suggested the plot of this Drama.
The incidents are, however, greatly altered from those in the tale,
and the characters entirely recast.
Having long had a wish to illustrate certain periods of the French
history, so, in the selection of the date in which the scenes of this
play are laid, I saw that the era of the Republic was that in which
the incidents were rendered most probable, in which the probationary
career of the hero could well be made sufficiently rapid for
dramatic effect, and in which the character of the time itself was
depicted by the agencies necessary to the conduct of the narrative.
For during the early years of the first and most brilliant successes
of the French Republic, in the general ferment of society,
and the brief equalization of ranks, Claude's highplaced love;
his ardent feelings, his unsettled principles (the struggle between
which makes the passion of this drama), his ambition, and his career,
were phenomena that characterized the age, and in which the spirit
of the nation went along with the extravagance of the individual.
The play itself was composed with a twofold object.
In the first place, sympathizing with the enterprise of Mr. Macready,
as Manager of Covent Garden, and believing that many of the higher
interests of the Drama were involved in the success or failure
of an enterprise equally hazardous and disinterested, I felt, if I
may so presume to express myself, something of the Brotherhood of Art;
and it was only for Mr. Macready to think it possible that I might
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serve him in order to induce me to make the attempt.
Secondly, in that attempt I was mainly anxious to see whether
or not, after the comparative failure on the stage of "The Duchess
de la Valliere," certain critics had truly declared that it
was not in my power to attain the art of dramatic construction
and theatrical effect. I felt, indeed, that it was in this
that a writer, accustomed to the narrative class of composition,
would have the most both to learn and unlearn. Accordingly, it was
to the development of the plot and the arrangement of the incidents
that I directed my chief attention;and I sought to throw whatever
belongs to poetry less into the diction and the "felicity of words"
than into the construction of the story, the creation of the characters,
and the spirit of the pervading sentiment.
The authorship of the play was neither avowed nor suspected
until the play had established itself in public favor.
The announcement of my name was the signal for attacks,
chiefly political, to which it is now needless to refer.
When a work has outlived for some time the earlier hostilities
of criticism, there comes a new race of critics to which a writer may,
for the most part, calmly trust for a fair consideration,
whether of the faults or the merits of his performance.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
BEAUSEANT, a rich gentleman of Lyons, in love with,
and refused by, Pauline Deschappelles MR. ELTON.
GLAVIS, his friend, also a rejected suitor to Pauline MR. MEADOWS.
COLONEL (afterwards General) DAMAS, cousin to Mme. Deschappelles,
and an officer in the French army MR. BARTLEY.
MONSIEUR DESCHAPPELLES, a Lyonnese merchant father to Pauline
MR. STRICKLAND.
GASPAR MR. DIDDEAR.
CLAUDE MELNOTTE MR. MACREADY.
FIRST OFFICER MR. HOWE.
SECOND OFFICER MR. PRITCHARD.
THIRD OFFICER MR. ROBERTS.
Servants, Notary, etc.
MADAME DESCHAPPELLES MRS. W. CLIFFORD.
PAULINE, her daughter MISS HELEN FAUCIT.
THE WIDOW MELNOTTE, mother to Claude MRS. GRIFFITH.
JANET, the innkeeper's daughter MRS. EAST.
MARIAN, maid to Pauline MISS GARRICK.
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SceneLyons and the neighborhood.
Time17951798
First performed on Thursday, the 15th of February, 1838,
at Covent Garden Theatre.
ACT I.SCENE I.
A room in the house of M. DESCHAPPELLES, at Lyons. PAULINE reclining
on a sofa; MARIAN, her maid, fanning herFlowers and notes on
a table beside the sofaMADAME DESCHAPPELLES seatedThe gardens
are seen from the open window.
Mme. Deschap. Marian, put that rose a little more to the left.[MARIAN
alters the position of a rose in PAULINE's hair.]Ah, so!
that improves the hair,the tournure, the j'e ne sais quoi!
You are certainly very handsome, child!quite my style;I don't
wonder that you make such a sensation!Old, young, rich, and poor,
do homage to the Beauty of Lyons!Ah, we live again in our children,
especially when they have our eyes and complexion!
Pauline [languidly]. Dear mother, you spoil your Pauline![Aside.] I
wish I knew who sent me these flowers!
Mme. Deschap. No, child!If I praise you, it is only to inspire
you with a proper ambition.You are born to make a great marriage.
Beauty is valuable or worthless according as you invest the property
to the best advantage. Marian, go and order the carriage!
[Exit MARIAN.
Pauline. Who can it be that sends me, every day, these beautiful flowers?
how sweet they are!
Enter Servant.
Servant. Monsieur Beauseant, Madam.
Mme. Deschap. Let him enter. Pauline, this is another offer!
I know it is!Your father should engage an additional clerk to keep
the accountbook of your conquests.
Enter BEAUSEANT.
Beau. Ah, ladies how fortunate I am to find you at home![Aside.] How
lovely she looks!It is a great sacrifice I make in marrying into a
family in trade!they will be eternally grateful![Aloud.] Madam, you
will permit me a word with your charming daughter.[Approaches PAULINE,
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who rises disdainfully.]Mademoiselle, I have ventured to wait
upon you, in a hope that you must long since have divined.
Last night, when you outshone all the beauty of Lyons, you completed
your conquest over me! You know that my fortune is not exceeded
by any estate in the province,you know that, but for the Revolution,
which has defrauded me of my titles, I should be noble.
May I, then, trust that you will not reject my alliance?
I offer you my hand and heart.
Pauline [aside.] He has the air of a man who confers a
favor![Aloud.] Sir, you are very condescendingI thank you humbly;
but, being duly sensible of my own demerits, you must allow me
to decline the honor you propose. [Curtsies, and turns away.
Beau. Decline! Impossible!you are not serious!Madam, suffer me
to appeal to you. I am a suitor for your daughter's hand
the settlements shall be worthy of her beauty and my station.
May I wait on M. Deschappelles?
Mme. Deschap. M. Deschappelles never interferes in the domestic
arrangements,you are very obliging. If you were still a marquis,
or if my daughter were intended to marry a commoner,why, perhaps,
we might give you the preference.
Beau. A commoner!we are all commoners in France now.
Mme. Deschap. In France, yes; but there is a nobility still left
in the other countries in Europe. We are quite aware of your
good qualities, and don't doubt that you will find some lady more
suitable to your pretensions. We shall be always happy to see you
as an acquaintance, M. Beauseant!My dear child, the carriage
will be here presently.
Beau. Say no more, madam!say no more![Aside.] Refused! and by a
merchant's daughter!refused! It will be all over Lyons before sunset!
I will go and bury myself in my chateau, study philosophy,
and turn womanhater. Refused! they ought to be sent to a madhouse!
Ladies, I have the honor to wish you a very good morning. [Exit.
Mme. Deschap. How forward these men are!I think, child,
we kept up our dignity. Any girl, however inexperienced,
knows how to accept an offer, but it requires a vast deal
of address to refuse one with proper condescension and disdain.
I used to practise it at school with the dancingmaster.
Enter DAMAS.
Damas. Good morning, cousin Deschappelles.Well, Pauline, are you
recovered from last night's ball?So many triumphs must be
very fatiguing. Even M. Glavis sighed most piteously when you departed;
but that might be the effect of the supper.
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Pauline. M. Glavis, indeed!
Mme. Deschap. M. Glavis?as if my daughter would think of M. Glavis!
Damas. Heyday!why not?His father left him a very pretty fortune,
and his birth is higher than yours, cousin Deschappelles. But perhaps
you are looking to M. Beauseant,his father was a marquis
before the Revolution.
Pauline. M. Beauseant!Cousin, you delight in tormenting me!
Mme. Deschap. Don't mind him, Pauline!Cousin Damas, you have
no susceptibility of feeling,there is a certain indelicacy
in all your ideas.M. Beauseant knows already that he is no match
for my daughter!
Damas. Pooh! pooh! one would think you intended your daughter
to marry a prince!
Mme. Deschap. Well, and if I did?what then?Many a foreign prince
Damas [interrupting her]. Foreign prince!foreign fiddlestick!
you ought to be ashamed of such nonsense at your time of life.
Mme. Deschap. My time of life!That is an expression never
applied to any lady till she is sixtynine and threequarters;
and only then by the clergyman of the parish.
Enter Servant.
Servant. Madame, the carriage is at the door. [Exit.
Mme. Deschap. Come, child, put on your bonnetyou really have a very
thoroughbred airnot at all like your poor father.[Fondly]. Ah,
you little coquette! when a young lady is always making mischief,
it is a sure sign that she takes after her mother!
Pauline. Good day, cousin Damasand a better humor to you.[Going
back to the table and taking the flowers]. Who could have sent me
these flowers? [Exeunt PAULINE and MADAME DESCHAPPELLES.
Damas. That would be an excellent girl if her head had not been turned.
I fear she is now become incorrigible! Zounds, what a lucky fellow I
am to be still a bachelor! They may talk of the devotion of the sex
but the most faithful attachment in life is that of a woman in love
with herself. [Exit.
SCENE II.
The exterior of a small Village Innsign, the Golden LionA few
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leagues from Lyons, which is seen at a distance.
Beau. [behind the scenes.] Yes, you may bait the horses; we shall
rest here an hour.
Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Gla. Really, my dear Beauseant, consider that I have promised to spend
a day or two with you at your chateau, that I am quite at your mercy
for my entertainment,and yet you are as silent and as gloomy
as a mute at a funeral, or an Englishman at a party of pleasure.
Beau. Bear with me!the fact is that I am miserable.
Gla. Youthe richest and gayest bachelor in Lyons?
Beau. It is because I am a bachelor that I am miserable.Thou knowest
Paulinethe only daughter of the rich merchant, Mons. Deschappelles?
Gla. Know her?who does not?as pretty as Venus, and as proud as Juno.
Beau. Her taste is worse than her pride.[Drawing himself
up.] Know, Glavis, she has actually refused me!
Gla. [aside]. So she has me!very consoling! In all cases
of heartache, the application of another man's disappointment
draws out the pain and allays the irritation.[Aloud.] Refused
you! and wherefore?
Beau. I know not, unless it be because the Revolution swept away
my father's title of Marquis,and she will not marry a commoner.
Now, as we have no noblemen left in France,as we are all
citizens and equals, she can only hope that, in spite of the war,
some English Milord or German Count will risk his life, by coming
to Lyons, that this fille du Roturier may condescend to accept him.
Refused me, and with scorn!By Heaven, I'll not submit to it tamely:
I'm in a perfect fever of mortification and rage.Refuse me, indeed!
Gla. Be comforted, my dear fellow,I will tell you a secret.
For the same reason she refused ME!
Beau. You!that's a very different matter! But give me your hand,
Glavis,we'll think of some plan to humble her. Mille diables!
I should like to see her married to a strolling player!
Enter Landlord and his Daughter from the Inn.
Land. Your servant, citizen Beauseant,servant, Sir. Perhaps you
will take dinner before you proceed to your chateau; our larder
is most plentifully supplied.
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Beau. I have no appetite.
Gla. Nor I. Still it is bad travelling on an empty stomach.
What have you got? [Takes and looks over the bill of fare.]
[Shout without.] "Long live the Prince!Long live the Prince!"
Beau. The Prince!what Prince is that? I thought we had no princes
left in France.
Land. Ha, ha! the lads always call him Prince. He has just won the prize
in the shootingmatch, and they are taking him home in triumph.
Beau. Him! and who's Mr. Him?
Land. Who should he be but the pride of the village,
Claude Melnotte?Of course you have heard of Claude Melnotte?
Gla. [giving back the bill of fare.] Never had that honor.
Soupragout of hareroast chicken, and, in short, all you have!
Beau. The son of old Alelnotte, the gardener?
Land. Exactly soa wonderful young man.
Beau. How, wonderful?Are his cabbages better than other people's
Land. Nay, he don't garden any more; his father left him well off.
He's only a genus.
Gla. A what?
Land. A genus!a man who can do everything in life except anything
that's usefulthat's a genus.
Beau. You raise my curiosity;proceed.
Land. Well, then, about four years ago, old Melnotte died, and left
his son well to do in the world. We then all observed that a great
change came over young Claude: he took to reading and Latin,
and hired a professor from Lyons, who had so much in his head
that he was forced to wear a great fullbottom wig to cover it.
Then he took a fencingmaster, and a dancingmaster, and a musicmaster;
and then he learned to paint; and at last it was said that
young Claude was to go to Paris, and set up for a painter.
The lads laughed at him at first; but he is a stout fellow,
is Claude, and as brave as a lion, and soon taught them to laugh
the wrong side of their mouths; and now all the boys swear by him,
and all the girls pray for him.
Beau. A promising youth, certainly! And why do they call him Prince?
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Land. Partly because he is at the head of them all, and partly
because he has such a proud way with him, and wears such fine clothes
and, in short, looks like a prince.
Beau. And what could have turned the foolish fellow's brain?
The Revolution, I suppose?
Land. Yesthe revolution that turns us all topsyturvy
the revolution of Love.
Beau. Romantic young Corydon! And with whom is he in love?
Land. Whybut it is a secret, gentlemen.
Beau. Oh! certainly.
Land. Why, then, I hear from his mother, good soul! that it is no
less a person than the Beauty of Lyons, Pauline Deschappelles.
Beau. and Glavis. Ha, ha!Capital!
Land. You may laugh, but it is as true as I stand here.
Beau. And what does the Beauty of Lyons say to his suit?
Land. Lord, sir, she never even condescended to look at him,
though when he was a boy he worked in her father's garden.
Beau. Are you sure of that?
Land. His mother says that Mademoiselle does not know him by sight.
Beau. [taking Glavis aside]. I have hit it,I have it;
here is our revenge! Here is a prince for our haughty damsel.
Do you take me?
Gla. Deuce take me if I do!
Beau. Blockhead!it's as clear as a map. What if we could
make this elegant clown pass himself off as a foreign prince?
lend him money, clothes, equipage for the purpose?make him propose
to Pauline?marry Pauline? Would it not be delicious?
Gla. Ha, ha!Excellent! But how shall we support the necessary
expenses of his highness?
Beau. Pshaw! Revenge is worth a much larger sacrifice than a few hundred
louis; as for details, my valet is the trustiest fellow, in the world,
and shall have the appointment of his highness's establishment.
Let's go to him at once, and see if he be really this Admirable Crichton.
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Gla. With all my heart;but the dinner?
Beau. Always thinking of dinner! Hark ye, landlord; how far is it
to young Melnotte's cottage? I should like to see such a prodigy.
Land. Turn down the lane,then strike across the common,
and you will see his mother's cottage.
Beau. True, he lives with his mother.[Aside.] We will not trust
to an old woman's discretion; better send for him hither.
I'll just step in and write a note. Come, Glavis.
Gla. Yes,Beauseant, Glavis, and Co., manufacturers of princes,
wholesale and retail,an uncommonly genteel line of business.
But why so grave?
Beau. You think only of the sport,I of the revenge.
[Exeunt within the Inn.
SCENE III.
The interior of MELNOTTE'S cottage; flowers placed here and there;
a guitar on an oaken table, with a portfolio, etc.; a picture on an easel,
covered by a curtain; fencing foils crossed over the mantelpiece;
an attempt at refinement in site of the homeliness of the furniture, etc.;
a staircase to the right conducts to the upper story.
[Shout without]. "Long live Claude Melnotte!" "Long live the Prince!"
The Widow Mel. Hark!there's my dear son;carried off the prize,
I'm sure; and now he'll want to treat them all.
Claude Mel. [opening the door]. What! you will not come in,
my friends! Well, well,there's a trifle to make merry elsewhere.
Good day to you all,good day!
[Shout]. "Hurrah! Long live Prince Claude!"
Enter CLAUDE MELNOTTE, with a rifle in his hand.
Mel. Give me joy, dear mother!I've won the prize!never missed
one shot! Is it not handsome, this gun?
Widow. Humph!Well, what is it worth, Claude?
Mel. Worth! What is a riband worth to a soldier? Worth! everything!
Glory is priceless!
Widow. Leave glory to great folks. Ah! Claude, Claude, castles in
the air cost a vast deal to keep up! How is all this to end?
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What good does it do thee to learn Latin, and sing songs,
and play on the guitar, and fence, and dance, and paint pictures?
All very fine; but what does it bring in?
Mel. Wealth! wealth, my mother! Wealth to the mindwealth to the heart
high thoughtsbright dreamsthe hope of famethe ambition to be
worthier to love Pauline.
Widow. My poor son!The young lady will never think of thee.
Mel. Do the stars think of us? Yet if the prisoner see them shine
into his dungeon, wouldst thou bid him turn away from their lustre?
Even so from this low cell, poverty, I lift my eyes to Pauline and
forget my chains.[Goes to the picture and draws aside the curtain.]
See, this is her imagepainted from memory. Oh, how the canvas
wrongs her![Takes up the brush and throws it aside.] I shall
never be a painter! I can paint no likeness but one, and that is
above all art. I would turn soldierFrance needs soldiers!
But to leave the air that Pauline breathes! What is the hour?
so late? I will tell thee a secret, mother. Thou knowest that
for the last six weeks I have sent every day the rarest flowers
to Pauline?she wears them. I have seen them on her breast.
Ah, and then the whole universe seemed filled with odors!
I have now grown more boldI have poured my worship into poetry
I have sent the verses to PaulineI have signed them with my own name.
My messenger ought tobe back by this time. I bade him wait
for the answer.
Widow. And what answer do you expect, Claude?
Mel. That which the Queen of Navarre sent to the poor troubadour:"Let
me see the Oracle that can tell nations I am beautiful!"
She will admit me. I shall hear her speakI shall meet her eyes
I shall read upon her cheek the sweet thoughts that translate
themselves into blushes. Thenthen, oh, thenshe may forget
that I am the peasant's son!.
Widow. Nay, if she will but hear thee talk, Claude?
Mel. I foresee it all. She will tell me that desert is the true rank.
She will give me a badgea flowera glove! Oh rapture!
I shall join the armies of the republicI shall rise
I shall win a name that beauty will not blush to hear.
I shall return with the right to say to her"See, how love does
not level the proud, but raise thehumble!" Oh, how my heart
swells within me!Oh, what glorious prophets of the future are
youth and hope!
[Knock at the door.]
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Widow. Come in.
Enter GASPAR.
Mel. Welcome, Gaspar, welcome. Where is the letter?
Why do you turn away, man? where is the letter? [GASPAR gives
him one.] This! This is mine, the one I intrusted to thee.
Didst thou not leave it?
Gaspar. Yes, I left it.
Mel. My own verses returned to me. Nothing else!
Gaspar. Thou wilt be proud to hear how thy messenger was honored.
For thy sake, Melnotte, I have borne that which no Frenchman can
bear without disgrace.
Mel. Disgrace, Gaspar! Disgrace?
Gaspar. I gave thy letter to the porter, who passed it from lackey
to lackey till it reached the lady it was meant for.
Mel. It reached her, then; you are sure of that!
It reached her,well, well!
Gaspar. It reached her, and was returned to me with blows.
Dost hear, Melnotte? with blows! Death! are we slaves still,
that we are to be thus dealt with, we peasants?
Mel. With blows? No, Gaspar, no; not blows!
Gaspar. I could show thee the marks if it were not so deep a shame
to bear them. The lackey who tossed thy letter into the mire
swore that his lady and her mother never were so insulted.
What could thy letter contain, Claude?
Mel. [looking over the letter]. Not a line that a serf might not
have written to an empress. No, not one.
Gaspar. They promise thee the same greeting they gave me, if thou
wilt pass that way. Shall we endure this, Claude?
Mel. [wringing GASPAR's hand]. Forgive me, the fault was mine, I have
brought this on thee; I will not forget it; thou shalt be avenged!
The heartless insolence!
Gaspar. Thou art moved, Melnotte; think not of me; I would
go through fire and water to serve thee; but,a blow!
It is not the bruise that galls,it is the blush, Melnotte.
Mel. Say, what message?How insulted!Wherefore?What the offence?
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Gaspar. Did you not write to Pauline Deschappelles, the daughter
of the rich merchant?
Mel. Well?
Gaspar. And are you not a peasanta gardener's son?
that was the offence. Sleep on it, Melnotte. Blows to a French
citizen, blows! [Exit.
Widow. Now you are cured, Claude!
Mel. tearing the letter. So do I scatter her image to the winds
I will stop her in the open streetsI will insult herI will beat
her menial ruffiansI will[Turns suddenly to Widow.] Mother,
am I humpbackeddeformedhideous? Widow. You!
Mel. A cowarda thiefa liar?
Widow. You!
Mel. Or a dull foola vain, drivelling, brainless idiot?
Widow. No, no. Mel. What am I thenworse than all these?
Why, I am a peasant! What has a peasant to do with love?
Vain revolutions, why lavish your cruelty on the great? Oh that we
we, the hewers of wood and drawers of waterhad been swept away,
so that the proud might learn what the world would be without us!
[Knock at the door.
Enter Servant from the Inn.
Servant. A letter for Citizen Melnotte.
Mel. A letter! from her perhapswho sent thee?
Servant. Why, MonsieurI mean CitizenBeauseant, who stops to dine
at the Golden Lion, on his way to his chateau.
Mel. Beauseant![Reads].
"Young man, I know thy secretthou lovest above thy station:
if thou hast wit, courage, and discretion, I can secure to thee
the realization of thy most sanguine hopes; and the sole condition I
ask in return is, that thou shalt be steadfast to thine own ends.
I shall demand from thee a solemn oath to marry. her whom thou lovest;
to bear her to thine home on thy wedding night. I am serious
if thou wouldst learn more, lose not a moment, but follow the bearer
of this letter to thy friend and patron,CHARLES BEAUSEANT."
Mel. Can I believe my eyes? Are our own passions the sorcerers
that raise up for us spirits of good or evil? I will go instantly.
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Widow. What is this, Claude?
Mel. "Marry her whom thou lovest""bear her to thine own home."
Oh, revenge and love; which of you is the stronger?[Gazing
on the picture.] Sweet face, thou smilest on me from the canvas:
weak fool that I am, do I then love her still? No, it is the vision
of my own romance that I have worshipped: it is the reality to
which I bring scorn for scorn. Adieu, mother: I will return anon.
My brain reelsthe earth swims before me.[Looks again at
the letter.] No, it is not a mockery; I do not dream! [Exit.
ACT II.SCENE I.
The Gardens of M. DESCHAPPELLEs' house at Lyonsthe house seen
at the back of the stage.
Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Beau. Well, what think you of my plot? Has it not succeeded
to a miracle? The instant that I introduced his Highness
the Prince of Como to the pompous mother and the scornful daughter,
it was all over with them: he camehe sawhe conquered:
and, though it is not many days since he arrived, they have already
promised him the hand of Pauline.
Gla. It is lucky, though, that you told them his highness travelled
incognito, for fear the Directory (who are not very fond of princes)
should lay him by the heels; for he has a wonderful wish to keep
up his rank, and scatters our gold about with as much coolness
as if he were watering his own flowerpots.
Beau. True, he is damnably extravagant; I think the sly dog does it
out of malice. How ever, it must be owned that he reflects credit on
his loyal subjects, and makes a very pretty figure in his fine clothes,
with my diamond snuffbox.
Gla. And my diamond ring! But do you think he will be firm to the last?
I fancy I see symptoms of relenting: he will never keep up his rank,
if he once let out his conscience.
Beau. His oath binds him! he cannot retract without being
foresworn, and those low fellows are always superstitious!
But, as it is, I tremble lest he be discovered: that bluff
Colonel Damas (Madame Deschappelles' cousin) evidently suspects him:
we must make haste and conclude the farce: I have thought of a plan
to end it this very day.
Gla. This very day! Poor Pauline: her dream will be soon over.
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Beau. Yes, this day they shall be married; this evening,
according to his oath, he shall carry his bride to the Golden Lion,
and then pomp, equipage, retinue, and title, all shall vanish at once;
and her Highness the Princess shall find that she has refused the son
of a Marquis, to marry the son of a gardener.Oh, Pauline! once loved,
now hated, yet still not relinquished, thou shalt drain the cup
to the dregs,thou shalt know what it is to be humbled!
Enter from the house, MELNOTTE, as the Prince of Como, Ieading
in PAULINE; MADAME
DESCHAPPELLES, fanning herself; and COLONEL DAMAS.
[BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS bow respectfully. fully. PAULINE and
MELNOTTE walk apart.
Mme. Deschap. Good morning, gentlemen; really I am so fatigued
with laughter; the dear Prince is so entertaining. What wit he has!
Any one may see that he has spent his whole life in courts.
Damas. And what the deuce do you know about courts,
cousin Deschappelles? You women regard men just as you buy books
you never care about what is in them, but how they are bound
and lettered. 'Sdeath, I don't think you would even look at your
Bible if it had not a title to it.
Mme. Deschap. How coarse you are, cousin Damas!quite the manners
of a barrackyou don't deserve to be one of our family;
really we must drop your acquaintance when Pauline marries.
I cannot patronize any relations that would discredit my future
soninlaw, the Prince of Como.
Mel. [advancing]. These are beautifui gardens, madame, (BEAUSEANT and
GLAVIS retirewho planned them
Mme. Deschap. A gardener named Melnotte, your highness
an honest man who knew his station. I can't say as much for his son
a presuming fellow, who,ha! ha! actually wrote versessuch doggerel!
to my daughter.
Pauline. Yes, how you would have laughed at them, Prince! you,
who write such beautiful verses!
Mel. This Melnotte must be a monstrous impudent person!
Damas. Is he goodlooking?
Mme. Deschap. I never notice such canaillean ugly, meanlooking clown,
if I remember right.
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Damas. Yet I heard your porter say he was wonderfully like his highness.
Mel. [taking snuff]. You are complimentary.
Mme. Deschap. For shame, cousin Damas!like the Prince, indeed!
Pauline. Like you! Ah, mother, like our beautiful prince!
I'll never speak to you again, cousin Damas.
Mel. [aside]. Humph!rank is a great beautifier! I never passed
for an Apollo while I was a peasant; if I am so handsome as a prince,
what should I be as an emperor! [Aloud.] Monsieur Beauseant,
will you honor me? [Offers snuff.
Beau. No, your highness; I have no small vices.
Mel. Nay, if it were a vice, you'd be sure to have it, Monsieur Beauseant.
Mme. Deschap. Ha! ha!how very severe!what wit!
Beau. [in a rage and aside]. Curse his impertinence!
Mme. Deschap. What a superb snuffbox! Pauline. And what
a beautiful ring!
Mel. You like the boxa trifleinteresting perhaps from associations
a present from Louis XIV. to my greatgreat grandmother.
Honor me byaccepting it.
Beau. plucking him by the sleeve. How!what the devil!
My boxare you mad? It is worth five hundred louis.
Mel. [unheeding him, and turning to PAULINE]. And you like this ring?
Ah, it has, indeed a lustre since your eyes have shone on it
placing it on her finger. Henceforth hold me, sweet enchantress,
the Slave of the Ring.
Gla. [pulling him]. Stay, staywhat are you about?
My maiden aunt's legacya diamond of the first water.
You shall be hanged for swindling, sir.
Mel. [pretending not to hear]. It is curious, this ring;
it is the one with which my grandfather, the Doge of Venice,
married the Adriatic!
(Madame and PAULINE examine the ring. Mel. [to BEAUSEANT and
GLAVIS]. Fie, gentlemen! princes must be generous?[Turns to DAMAS,
who watches them closely.] These kind friends have my interest
so much at heart, that they are as careful of my property as if it
were their own!
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Beau and Gla. [confusedly]. Ha! ha!very good joke that!
[Appears to remonstrate with MELNOTTE in dumb show.
Damas. What's all that whispering? I am sure there is some juggle here:
hang me, if I think he is an Italian after all. Gad, I'll try him.
Servitore umillissimo, Eccellenza.*
(* Your Excellency's most humble servant.)
Mel. Humwhat does he mean, I wonder?
Damas. Godo di vedervi in buona salute.*
(* I am glad to see you in good health.)
Mel. Hemhem!
Damas. Fa bel tempothe si dice di nuovo? *
(* Fine weather. What news is there?)
Mel. Well, sir, what's all that gibberish?
Damas. Oh, oh!only Italian, your highness!The Prince of Como
does not understand his own language!
Mel. Not as you pronounce it; who the deuce could?
Mme. Deschap. Ha! ha! cousin Damas, never pretend to what
you don't know.
Pauline. Ha! ha! cousin Damas; you speak Italian, indeed!
[Makes a mocking gesture at him.
Beau. [to GLAVIS]. Clever dog!how ready!
Gla. Ready, yes; with my diamond ring!Damn his readiness!
Damas. Laugh at me!laugh at a Colonel in the French army!
the fellow's an impostor; I know he is. I'll see if he understands
fighting as well as he does Italian.[Goes up to him, and aside.] Sir,
you are a jackanapes.Can you construe that?
Mel. No, sir; I never construe affronts in the presence of ladies;
byandby I shall be happy to take a lessonor give one.
Damas. I'll find the occasion, never fear!
Mme. Deschap. Where are you going, cousin?
Damas. To correct my Italian. [Exit.
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Beau. [to GLAVIS]. Let us after, and pacify him; he evidently
suspects something.
Gla. Yes!but my diamond ring!
Beau. And my box!We are overtaxed fellowsubjects!we must stop
the supplies, and dethrone the prince.
Gla. Prince!he ought to be heirapparent to King Stork.
[Exeunt BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Mme. Deschap. Dare I ask your highness to forgive my
cousin's insufferable vulgarity?
Pauline. Oh yes!you will forgive his manner for the sake
of his heart.
Mel. And the sake of his cousin.Ah, madam, there is one
comfort in rank,we are so sure of our position that we are not
easily affronted. Besides, M. Damas has bought the right of indulgence
from his friends, by never showing it to his enemies.
Pauline. Ah! he is, indeed, as brave in action as he is rude in speech.
He rose from the ranks to his present grade, and in two years!
Mel. In two years!two years, did you say?
Mme. Deschap. [aside]. I don't like leaving girls alone with
their lovers; but, with a prince, it would be so illbred to be prudish.
(Exit.
Mel. You can be proud of your connection with one who owes his
position to meritnot birth.
Pauline. Why, yes; but still
Mel. Still what, Pauline!
Pauline. There is something glorious in the heritage of command.
A man who has ancestors is like a representative of the past.
Mel. True; but, like other representatives, nine times out of ten
he is a silent member. Ah, Pauline! not to the past, but to the future,
looks true nobility, and finds its blazon in posterity.
Pauline. You say this to please me, who have no ancestors;
but you, prince, must be proud of so illustrious a race!
Mel. No, no! I would not, were I fifty times a prince, be a pensioner
on the dead! I honor birth and ancestry when they are regarded
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as the incentives to exertion, not the titledeeds to sloth!
I honor the laurels that overshadow the graves of our fathers;
it is our fathers I emulate, when I desire that beneath
the evergreen I myself have planted, my own ashes may repose!
Dearest! couldst thou but see with my eyes!
Pauline. I cannot forego pride when I look on thee, and think that thou
lovest me. Sweet Prince, tell me again of thy palace by the Lake
of Como; it is so pleasant to hear of thy splendors since thou
didst swear to me that they would be desolate without Pauline;
and when thou describest them, it is with a mocking lip and a noble scorn,
as if custom had made thee disdain greatness.
Mel. Nay, dearest, nay, if thou wouldst have me paint The home to which,
could love fulfil its prayers, This hand would lead thee, listen!*
A deep vale
(* The reader will observe that Melnotte evades the request of Pauline.
He proceeds to describe a home, which be does not say he possesses,
but to which he would lead her, "could Love fulfil its prayers."
This caution is intended as a reply to a sagacious critic who censures
the description, because it is not an exact and prosaic inventory
of the characteristics of the Lake of Como!When Melnotte,
for instance, talks of birds "that syllable the name of Pauline"
(by the way, a literal translation from an Italian poet), he is not
thinking of ornithology, but probably of the Arabian Nights. He is
venting the extravagant, but natural, enthusiasm of the poet
and the lover.)
Shut out by Alphine hills from the rude world;
Near a clear lake, margin'd by fruits of gold
And whispering myrtles; glassing softest skies,
As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows,
As I would have thy fate!
Pauline. My own dear love!
Mel. A palace lifting to eternal summer
Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower
Of coolest foliage musical with birds,
Whose songs should syllable thy name! At noon
We'd sit beneath the arching vines, and wonder
Why Earth could be unhappy, while the Heavens
Still left us youth and love! We'd have no friends
That were not lovers; no ambition, save
To excel them all in love; we'd read no books
That were not tales of lovethat we might smile
To think how poorly eloquence of words
Translates the poetry of hearts like ours!
And when night came, amidst the breathless Heavens
We'd guess what star should be our home when love
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Becomes immortal; while the perfumed light
Stole through the mists of alabaster lamps,
And every air was heavy with the sighs
Of orangegroves and music from sweet lutes,
And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth
I' the midst of roses!Dost thou like the picture?
Pauline. Oh, as the bee upon the flower, I hang
Upon the honey of thy eloquent tongue!
Am I not blest? And if I love too wildly,
Who would not love thee like Pauline?
Mel. [bitterly.] Oh, false one!
It is the prince thou lovest, not the man
If in the stead of luxury, pomp, and power,
I had painted poverty, and toil, and care,
Thou hadst found no honey on my tongue;Pauline,
That is not love!
Pauline. Thou wrong'st me, cruel Prince!
At first, in truth, I might not have been won,
Save through the weakness of a flatter'd pride;
But now,oh! trust me,couldst thou fall from power
And sink
Mel. As low as that poor gardener's son
Who dared to lift his eyes to thee?
Pauline. Even then,
Methinks thou wouldst be only made more dear
By the sweet thought that I could prove how deep
Is woman's love! We are like the insects, caught
By the poor glittering of a garish flame;
But, oh, the wings once scorch'd, the brightest star
Lures us no more; and by the fatal light
We cling till death!
Mel. Angel! [Aside.] O conscience! conscience!
It must not be; her love hath grown a torture
Worse than her hate. I will at once to Beauseant,
Andha! he comes. Sweet love, one moment leave me.
I have business with these gentlemenII
Will forwith join you.
Pauline. Do not tarry long! [Exit.
Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Mel. Release me from my oath,I will not marry her!
Beau Then thou art perjured.
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Mel. No, I was not in my senses when I swore to thee to marry her!
I was blind to all but her scorn!deaf to all but my passion
and my rage! Give me back my poverty and my honor!
Beau. It is too late,you must marry her! and this day.
I have a story already coined, and sure to pass current.
This Damas suspects thee,he will set the police to work!
thou wilt be detectedPauline will despise and execrate thee.
Thou wilt be sent to the common gaol as a swindler.
Mel. Fiend!
Beau. And in the heat of the girl's resentment (you know of what
resentment is capable) and the parents' shame, she will be induced
to marry the first that offerseven perhaps your humble servant.
Mel. You! No; that were worsefor thou hast no mercy!
I will marry her.I will keep my oath. Quick, then, with the damnable
invention thou art hatching;quick, if thou wouldst not have me
strangle thee or myself.
Gla. What a tiger! Too fierce for a prince; he ought to have been
the Grand Turk.
Beau. EnoughI will dispatch; be prepared.
[Exeunt BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Enter DAMAS with two swords.
Damas. Now, then, sir, the ladies are no longer your excuse.
I have brought you a couple of dictionaries; let us see if your
highness can find out the Latin for bilbo.
Mel. Away, sir! I am in no humor for jesting. Damas. I see you
understand something of the grammar; you decline the nonsubstantive
"smallswords" with great ease; but that won't doyou must take
a lesson in parsing.
Mel. Fool! Damas. Sir, as sons take after their mother,
so the man who calls me a fool insults the lady who bore me;
there's no escape for youfight you shall, or
Mel. Oh, enough! enough!take your ground.
They fight; DAMAS is disarmed. MELNOTTE takes up the sword and returns
it to DAMAS respectfully. A just punishment to the brave soldier
who robs the state of its best propertythe sole right to his valor
and his life.
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Damas. Sir, you fence exceedingly well; you must be a man of honor
I don't care a jot whether you are a prince; but a man who has
carte and tierce at his fingers' ends must be a gentleman.
Mel. [aside.] Gentleman! Ay, I was a gentleman before I
turned conspirator; for honest men are the gentlemen
of Nature! Colonel, they tell me you rose from the ranks.
Damas. I did.
Mel. And in two years!
Damas. It is true; that's no wonder in our army at present.
Why the oldest general in the service is scarcely thirty, and we
have some of twoandtwenty.
Mel. Twoandtwenty!
Damas. Yes; in the French army, now a days, promotion is not a matter
of purchase. We are all heroes, because we may. be all generals.
We have no fear of the cypress, because we may all hope for the laurel.
Mel. A general at twoandtwenty! [turning away]Sir, I may ask
you a favor one of these days.
Damas. Sir, I shall be proud to grant it. It is astonishing how much
I like a man after I've fought with him. [Hides the swords.
Enter MADAME DESCHAPPELLES and BEAUSEANT.
Mme. Deschap. Oh, prince,prince!What do I hear? You must fly
you must quit us!
Mel. I!
Beau. Yes, prince: read this letter, just received from my friend
at Paris, one of the Directory; they suspect you of designs
against the Republic: they are very suspicious of princes,
and your family take.part with the Austrians. Knowing that I
introduced your highness at Lyons, my friend writes to me to say
that you must quit the town immediately, or you will be arrested,
thrown into prison, perhaps guillotined! Fly!I will order horses
to your carriage instantly. Fly to Marsailles; there you can take
ship to Leghorn.
Mme. Deschap. And what's to become of Pauline? Am I not to be
mother to a princess, after all?
Enter PAULINE and MONSIEUR DESCHAPPELLES.
Pauline [throwing herself into MELNOTTE's arms.] You must
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leave us!Leave Pauline!
Beau. Not a moment is to be wasted.
M. Deschap. I will go to the magistrates and inquire
Beau. Then he is lost; the magistrates, hearing he is suspected,
will order his arrest.
Mme. Deschap. And I shall not be a princessdowager!
Beau. Why not? There is only one thing to be done:send for the priest
let the marriage take place at once, and the prince carry home a bride?
Mel. Impossible![Aside.] Villain.
Mme. Deschap. What, lose my child?
Beau. And gain a princess!
Mme Deschap. Oh, Monsieur Beauseant, you are so very kind, it must
be so,we ought not to be selfish, my daughter's happiness at stake.
She will go away, too, in a carriage and six!
Pauline. Thou art here still,I cannot part from my heart will break.
Mel. But thou wilt not consent to this hasty union?thou wilt
not wed an outcasta fugitive?
Pauline. Ah! if thou art in danger, who should share it but Pauline?
Mel. [aside]. Distraction!If the earth could swallow me!
M. Deschap. Gently! gently! The settlementsthe contracts
my daughter's dowry!
Mel. The dowry!I am not base enough for that; no, not one farthing!
Beau. [to MADAM]. Noble fellow!Really your good husband
is too mercantile in these matters. Monsieur Deschappelles,
you hear his highness: we can arrange the settlements by proxy;
'tis the way with people of quality.
M. Deschap. But
Mme. Deschap. Hold your tongue!Don't expose yourself!
Beau. I will bring the priest in a trice. Go in all of you and prepare;
the carriage shall be at the door before the ceremony is over.
Mme. Deschap. Be sure there are six horses, Beauseant! You are very
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good to have forgiven us for refusing you; but you seea prince!
Beau. And such a prince! Madam, I cannot blush at the success of so
illustrious a rival.[Aside.] Now will I follow them to the village,
enjoy my triumph, and tomorrow, in the hour of thy shame and grief,
I think, proud girl, thou wilt prefer even these arms to those of
the gardener's son. (Exit.
Mme. Deschap. Come, Monsieur Deschappelles, give your arm to her
highness that is to be.
M. Deschap. I don't like doing business in such a hurry;
'tis not the way with the house of Deschappelles Co.
Mme. Deschap. There, now, you fancy you are in the countinghouse,
don't you?
[Pushes him to PAULINE.
Mel. Stay, stay, Paulineone word. Have you no scruple, no fear?
Speakit is not yet too late.
Pauline. When I loved thee, thy fate became mine. Triumph or danger
joy or sorrowI am by thy side.
Damas. Well, well, prince, thou art a lucky man to be so loved.
She is a good little girl in spite of her foibles make her as happy
as if she were not to be a princess [slapping him on the shoulder]. Come,
sir, I wish you joyyoung tenderlovely;zounds, I envy you!
Mel. [who has stood apart in gloomy abstraction]. Do you?*
(* On the stage the following lines are added:
"Do you? Wise judges are we of each other.
'Woo, wed, and bear her home! So runs the bond
To which I sold myself,and thenwhat then?
Away?I will not look beyond the hour.
Like children in the dark, I dare not face
The shades that gather sound me in the distance.
You envy meI thank youyou may read
My joy upon my browI thank you, sir!
If hearts had audible language, you would hear
What mine would answer when you talk of ENVY!"
ACT III.SCENE I.
The exterior of the Golden Leontime, twilight. The moon rises
during the scene.
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Enter Landlord and his Daughter from the Inn.
Land. Hahaha! Well, I never shall get over it.
Our Claude is a prince with a vengeance now. His carriage breaks
down at my innhaha!
Janet. And what airs the young lady gives herself! "Is this the best
room you have, young woman?" with such a toss of the head.
Land. Well, get in, Janet: get in and see to the supper:
the servants must sup before they go back. [Exeunt.
Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Beau. You see our princess is lodged at lastone stage more,
and she'll be at her journey's endthe beautiful palace at the foot
of the Alps!haha!
Gla. Faith, I pity the poor Paulineespecially if she's going
to sup at the Golden Lion [makes a wry face]. I shall never forget
that cursed ragout.
Enter MELNOTTE from the Inn.
Beau. Your servant, my prince; you reigned most worthily, I condole
with you on your abdication. I am afraid that your highness's
retinue are not very faithful servants. I think they will quit
you in the moment of your fall 'tis the fate of greatness.
But you are welcome to your fine clothesalso the diamond snuffbox,
which Louis XIV. gave to your greatgreatgrandmother.
Gla. And the ring, with which your grandfather the Dodge of Venice
married the Adriatic.
Mel. I have kept my oath, gentlemensay, have I kept my oath?
Beau. Most religiously.
Mel. Then you have done with me and mineaway with you!
Beau. How, knave?
Mel. Look you, our bond is over. Proud conquerors that we are,
we have won the victory over a simple girl compromised her honor
embittered her lifeblasted, in their very blossoms, all the
flowers of her youth. This is your triumph,it is my shame!
[Turns to BEAUSEANT.] Enjoy thy triumph, but not in my sight.
I was her betrayerI am her protector! Cross but her path
one word of scorn, one look of insultnay, but one quiver of that
mocking lip, and I will teach thee that bitter word thou hast graven
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eternally in this heartRepentance
Beau. His highness is most grandiloquent.
Mel. Highness me no more! Beware! Remorse has made me a new being.
Away with you! There is danger in me. Away!
Gla. [aside]. He's an awkward fellow to deal with:
come away, Beauseant.
Beau. I know the respect clue to rank. Adieu, my prince.
Any commands at Lyons? Yet holdI promised you 200 Louis on
your weddingday; here they are.
Mel. [dashing the purse to the ground]. I gave you revenge,
I did not sell it. Take up your silver, Judas; take it.
Ay, it is fit you should learn to stoop.
Beau. You will beg my pardon for this some clay. [Aside to
GLAVIS.] Come to my chateauI shall return hither to morrow,
to learn how Pauline likes her new dignity.
Mel. Are you not gone yet?
Beau. Your highness's most obedient, most faithful
Gla. And most humble servants. Ha! ha! [Exeunt BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS.
Mel. Thank heaven I had no weapon, or I should have slaln them.
Wretch! what can I say? Where turn? On all sides mockerythe very boors
within[Laughter from the Inn].'Sdeath, if even in this short absence
the exposure should have chanced. I will call her. We will go hence.
I have already sent one I can trust to my mother's house.
There, at least, none can insult her agonygloat upon her shame!
There alone must she learn what a villain she has sworn to love.
[As he turns to the door enter PAULINE from the Inn.
Pauline. Ah! my lord, what a place! I never saw such rude people.
They stare and wink so. I think the very sight of a prince,
though he travels incognito, turns their honest heads.
What a pity the carriage should break down in such a spot!
You are not wellthe drops stand on your browyour hand is feverish.
Mel. Nay, it is but a passing spasm;the air
Pauline. Is not the soft air of your native south
How pale he is!indeed thou art not well.
Where are our people? I will call them.
Mel. Hold! II am well.
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Pauline. Thou art!Ah! now I know it.
Thou fanciest, my kind lordI know thou dost
Thou fanciest these rude walls, these rustic gossips,
Brick'd floors, sour wine, coarse viands, vex Pauline;
And so they might, but thou art by my side,
And I forget all else.
Enter Landlord, the Servants peeping and laughing over his shoulder.
Land. My lordyour highnessWill your most noble excellency choose
Mel. Begone, sir! [Exit Landlord laughing.
Pauline. How could they have learn'd thy rank?
One's servants are so vain!nay, let it not
Chafe thee, sweet prince!a few short days and we
Shall see thy palace by its lake of silver,
Andnay, nay, spendthrift, is thy wealth of smiles,
Already drain'd, or dost thou play the miser?
Mel. Thine eyes would call up smiles in deserts, fair one.
Let us escape these rustics: close at hand
There is a cot, where I have bid prepare
Our evening lodgmenta rude, homely roof,
But honest, where our welcome will not be
Made torture by the vulgar eyes and tongues
That are as death to Love! A heavenly night!
The wooing air and the soft moon invite us.
Wilt walk? I pray thee, now,I know the path,
Ay, every inch of it!
Pauline. What, thou! Methought
Thou wert a stranger in these parts? Ah, truant,
Some village beauty lured thee;thou art now
Grown constant?
Mel. Trust me.
Pauline. Princes are so changeful!
Mel. Come, dearest, come.
Pauline. Shall I not call our people To light us?
Mel. Heaven will lend its stars for torches! It is not far.
Pauline. The night breeze chills me.
Mel. Nay, Let me thus mantle thee;it is not cold.
Pauline. Never beneath thy smile!
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Mel. [aside.] O Heaven! forgive me! [Exeunt
SCENE II.
MELNOTTE'S cottageWidow bustling abouta table spread for supper.
Widow. So, I think that looks very neat. He sent me a line,
so blotted that I can scarcely read it, to say he would be here
almost immediately. She must have loved him well indeed to have
forgotten his birth; for though he was introduced to her in disguise,
he is too honorable not to have revealed to her the artifice,
which her love only could forgive. Well, I do not wonder at it;
for though my son is not a prince, he ought to be one, and that's
almost as good, [Knock at the door.] Ah! here they are.
Enter MELNOTTE and PAULINE.
Widow. Oh, my boythe pride of my heart!welcome, welcome!
I beg pardon, ma'am, but I do love him so!
Pauline. Good woman, I reallywhy prince, what is this?does the old
lady know you? Oh, I guess, you have done her some service.
Another proof of your kind heart? is it not?
Mel. Of my kind heart, ay!
Pauline. So you know the prince?
Widow. Know him, madam?Ah, I begin to fear it is you who know him not!
Pauline. Do you think she is mad? Can we stay here, my lord?
I think there's something very wild about her.
Mel. Madam, Ino, I cannot tell her; my knees knock together:
what a coward is a man who has lost his honor! Speak to her
speak to her [to his mother]tell her thatO Heaven, that I were dead!
Pauline. How confused he looks!this strange place?this woman
what can it mean?I half suspectWho are you, madam!who are you!
can't you speak? are you struck dumb?
Widow. Claude, you have not deceived her?Ah, shame upon you 1 I
thought that, before you went to the altar, she was to have known all.
Pauline. All! what!My blood freezes in my veins!
Widow. Poor lady!dare I tell her, Claude? [MELNOTTE makes
a sign of assent.] Know you not then, madam, that this young man
is of poor though honest parents? Know you not that you are wedded
to my son, Claude Melnotte?
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Pauline. Your son! holdhold! do not speak to me.[Approaches MELNOTTE,
and lays her hand on his arm.]Is this a jest? is it?
I know it is, only speakone wordone look one smile.
I cannot believeI who loved thee soI cannot believe that thou
art such aNo, I will not wrong thee by a harsh wordSpeak!
Mel. Leave ushave pity on her, on me: leave us.
Widow. Oh, Claude, that I should live to see thee bowed by shame!
thee of whom I was so proud!(Exit by the staircase.
Pauline. Her sonher son!
Mel. Now, lady, hear me.
Pauline. Hear thee!
Ay, speakher son! have fiends a parent? speak,
That thou mayst silence cursesspeak!
Mel. No, curse me:
Thy curse would blast me less than thy forgiveness.
Pauline [laughing wildly]. "This is thy palace, where the perfumed light
Steals through the mist of alabaster lamps,
And every air is heavy with the sighs
Of orangegroves, and music from the sweet lutes,
And murmurs of low fountains, that gush forth
I' the midst of roses!" Dost thou like the picture?
This is my bridal home, and thou my bridegroom.
O foolO dupeO wretch!I see it all
Thy byword and the jeer of every tongue
In Lyons. Hast thou in thy heart one touch
Of human kindness? if thou hast, why, kill me,
And save thy wife from madness. No, it cannot
It cannot be: this is some horrid dream:
I shall wake soon.[Touching him.] Art flesh art man? or but
The shadows seen in sleep? It is too real.
What have I done to thee? how sinn'd against thee,
That thou shouldst crush me thus?
Mel. Pauline, by pride
Angels have fallen ere thy time: by pride
That sole alloy of thy most lovely mould
The evil spirit of a bitter love,
And a revengeful heart, had power upon thee.
From my first years my soul was fill'd with thee:
I saw thee midst the flow'rs the lowly boy
Tended, unmark'd by theea spirit of bloom,
And joy, and freshness, as if Spring itself
Were made a living thing, and wore thy shape!
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I saw thee, and the passionate heart of man
Enter'd the breast of the wilddreaming boy.
And from that hour I grewwhat to the last
I shall bethine adorer! Well, this love
Vain, frantic, guilty, if thou wilt, became
A fountain of ambition and bright hope;
I thought of tales that by the winter hearth
Old gossips tellhow maidens sprung from kings
Have stoop'd from their high sphere; how love, like death
Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook
Beside the sceptre. Thus I made my home
In the soft palace of a fairy Future!
My father died; and I, the peasantborn,
Was my own lord. Then did I seek to rise
Out of the prison of my mean estate;
And, with such jewels as the exploring mind
Brings from the caves of knowledge, buy my ransom
From those twin gaolers of the daring heart
Low birth and iron fortune. Thy bright image
Glass'd in my soul, took all the hues of glory,
And lured me on to those inspiring toils
By which man masters men! For thee I grew
A midnight student o'er the dreams of sages.
For thee I sought to borrow from each grace,
And every muse, such attributes as lend
Ideal charms to love. I thought of thee,
And passion taught me poesyof thee,
And on the painter's canvas grew the life
Of beauty! Art became the shadow
Of the dear starlight of thy haunting eyes
Men call'd me vainsome madI heeded not;
But still toil'd onhoped onfor it was sweet,
If not to win, to feel more worthy thee?
Pauline. Has he a magic to exorcise hate!
Mel. At last, in one mad hour, I dared to pour
The thoughts that burst their channels into song,
And sent them to theesuch a tribute, lady,
As beauty rarely scorns, even from the meanest.
The nameappended by the burning heart
That long'd to show its idol what bright things
It had createdyea, the enthusiast's name,
That should have been thy triumph, was thy scorn!
That very hourwhen passion, turn'd to wrath,
Resembled hatred mostwhen thy disdain
Made my whole soul a chaosin that hour
The tempters found me a revengeful tool
For their revenge! Thou hadst trampled on the worm
It turn'd and stung thee!
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Pauline. Love, sir, hath no sting.
What was the slight of a poor powerless girl
To the deep wrong of this most vile revenge?
Oh, how I loved this man!a serf!a slave!
Mel. Hold, lady! No, not slave! Despair is free!
I will not tell thee of the throesthe struggles
The anguishthe remorse: No, let it pass!
And let me come to such most poor atonement
Yet in my power. Pauline!
(Approaching her with great emotion, and about to take her hand.
Pauline. No, touch me not!
I know my fate. You are, by law, my tyrant;
And IO Heaven!a peasant's wife! I'll work
Toildrudgedo what thou wiltbut touch me not;
Let my wrongs make me sacred!
Mel. Do not fear me.
Thou dost not know me, madam: at the altar
My vengeance ceasedmy guilty oath expired!
Henceforth, no image of some marble saint,
Niched in cathedral aisles, is hallow'd more
From the rude hand of sacrilegious wrong.
I am thy husbandnay, thou need'st not shudder;
Here, at thy feet, I lay a husband's rights.
A marriage thus unholyunfulfill'd
A bond of fraudis, by the laws of France,
Made void and null. Tonight sleepsleep in peace.
Tomorrow, pure and virgin as this morn
I bore thee, bathed in blushes, from the shrine,
Thy father's arms shall take thee to thy home.
The law shall do thee justice, and restore
Thy right to bless another with thy love.
And when thou art happy, and hast half forgot
Him who so lovedso wrong'd thee, think at least
Heaven left some remnant of the angel still
In that poor peasant's nature!
Ho! my mother! [Enter Widow.
Conduct this lady(she is not my wife;
She is our guest,our honor'd guest, my mother)
To the poor chamber, where the sleep of virtue,
Never, beneath my father's honest roof,
Ev'n villains dared to mar! Now, lady, now,
I think thou wilt believe me. Go, my mother!
Widow. She is not thy wife!
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Mel. Hush, hush! for mercy's sake!
Speak not, but go.
[Widow ascends the stairs; PAULINE follows weepingturns to look back.
Mel. [sinking down]. All angels bless and guard her!
ACT IV.SCENE I.
The cottage as beforeMELNOTTE seated before a tablewriting implements,
etc. (Day breaking.)
Mel. Hush, hush!she sleeps at last!thank Heaven, for a while she
forgets even that I live! Her sobs, which have gone to my heart
the whole, long, desolate night, have ceased!all calmall still!
I will go now; I will send this letter to Pauline's father:
when he arrives, I will place in his hands my own consent to the divorce,
and then, O France! my country! accept among thy protectors,
thy defendersthe peasant's Son! Our country is less proud
than custom, and does not refuse the blood, the heart, the right
hand of the poor man.
Enter Widow.
Widow. My son, thou hast acted ill; but sin brings its own punishment.
In the hour of thy remorse, it is not for a mother to reproach thee.
Mel. What is past is past. There is a future left to all men, who have
the virtue to repent, and the energy to atone. Thou shalt be proud of thy
son yet. Meanwhile, remember this poor lady has been grievously injured.
For the sake of thy son's conscience, respect, honor, bear with her.
If she weep, consoleif she chide, be silent. 'Tis but a little
while moreI shall send an express fast as horse can speed
to her father. Farewell! I shall return shortly.
Widow. It is the only course left to theethou wert led astray,
but thou art not hardened. Thy heart is right still, as ever it
was when, in thy most ambitious hopes thou wert never ashamed
of thy poor mother.
Mel. Ashamed of thee; No, if I yet endure, yet live, yet hope,
it is only because I would not die till I have redeemed the noble
heritage I have lostthe heritage I took unstained from thee
and my dead fathera proud conscience and an honest name.
I shall win them back yetheaven bless you! [Exit.
Widow. My dear Claude! How my heart bleeds for him.
[PAULINE looks down from above, and after a pause descends
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Pauline. Not here!he spares me that pain at least:
so far he is considerateyet the place seems still more desolate
without him. Oh, that I could hate himthe gardener's son!
and yet how nobly henonono I will not be so mean a thing
as to forgive him!
Widow. Good morning, madam; I would have waited on you if I had known
you were stirring.
Pauline. It is no matter, ma'amyour son's wife ought to
wait on herself.
Widow. My son's wifelet not that thought vex you, madamhe tells
me that you will have your divorce. And I hope I shall live
to see him smile again. There are maidens in this village,
young and fair, madam, who may yet console him.
Pauline. I dare saythey are very welcomeand when the divorce is got
he will marry again. I am sure I hope so. [Weeps.
Widow. He could have married the richest girl in the province,
if he had pleased it; but his head was turned, poor child! he could
think of nothing but you. [Weeps.
Pauline. Don't weep, mother.
Widow. Ah, he has behaved very ill, I know, but love is so headstrong
in the young. Don't weep, madam.
Pauline. So, as you were sayinggo on.
Widow. Oh, I cannot excuse him, ma'amhe was not in his right senses.
Pauline. But he alwaysalways [sobbing] lovedloved me then?
Widow. He thought of nothing else. See herehe learnt to paint
that he might take your likeness [uncovers the picture]. But that's
all over nowI trust you have cured him of his folly;but, dear heart,
you have had no breakfast!
Pauline. I can't take anythingdon't trouble yourself.
Widow. Nay, madam, be persuaded; a little coffee will refresh you.
Our milk and eggs are excellent. I will get out Claude's coffeecup
It is of real Sevres; he saved up all his money to buy it three
years ago, because the name of Pauline was inscribed on it.
Pauline. Three years ago! Poor Claude!Thank you; I think I will have
some coffee. Oh! if he were but a poor gentleman, even a merchant:
but a gardener's sonand what a home!Oh no,it is too dreadful!
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They seat themselves at the table, BEAUSEANT opens the lattice
and looks in.
Beau. Sosothe coast is clear! I saw Claude in the lane
I shall have an excellent opportunity.Shuts the lattice and knocks
at the door.
Pauline. [starting]. Can it be my father?he has not sent for
him yet? No, he cannot be in such a hurry to get rid of me.
Widow. It is not time for your father to arrive yet; it must
be some neighbor.
Pauline. Don't admit any one.
[Widow opens the door, BEAUSEANT pushes her aside and enters.
Ha! Heavens! that hateful Beauseant! This is indeed bitter!
Beau. Good morning, madam! O widow, your son begs you will have
the goodness to go to him in the village he wants to speak to you on
particular business; you'll find him at the inn, or the grocer's shop,
or the baker's, or at some other friend's of your familymake haste.
Pauline. Don't leave me, mother!don't leave me.
Beau. [with great respect]. Be not alarmed, madam. Believe me
your friendyour servant.
Pauline. Sir, I have no fear of you, even in this house! Go, madam,
if your son wishes it; I will not contradict his commands whilst,
at least he has still the right to be obeyed.
Widow. I don't understand this; however, I sha'n't be long gone.
[Exit.
Pauline. Sir, I divine the object of your visityou wish
to exult in the humiliation of one who humbled you. Be it so;
I am prepared to endure alleven your presence!
Beau. You mistake me, madamPauline, you mistake me! I come to lay
my fortune at your feet. You must already be disenchanted with
this impostor; these walls are not worthy to be hallowed by your beauty!
Shall that form be clasped in the arms of a baseborn peasant?
Beloved, beautiful Pauline! fly with memy carriage waits without
I will bear you to a home more meet for your reception.
Wealth, luxury, stationall shall yet be yours. I forget your
past disdainI remember only your beauty and my unconquerable love!
Pauline. Sir! leave this houseit is humble: but a husband's roof,
however lowly, is, in the eyes of God and man, the temple of a
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wife's honor! Know that I would rather starveyeswith him
who has betrayed me, than accept your lawful hand, even were you
the prince whose name he bore.Go.
Beau. What! is not your pride humbled yet?
Pauline. Sir, what was pride in prosperity in affliction becomes virtue.
Beau. Look round: these rugged floorsthese homely walls
this wretched struggle of poverty for comfortthink of this! and
contrast with such a picture the refinement, the luxury, the pomp,
that the wealthiest gentleman of Lyons offers to the loveliest lady.
Ah, hear me!
Pauline. Oh! my father!why did I leave you?why am I thus friendless?
Sir, you see before you a betrayed, injured, miserable woman!
respect her anguish
[MELNOTTE opens the door silently, and pauses at the threshold.
Beau. No! let me rather thus console it; let me snatch from those lips
one breath of that fragrance which never should be wasted on the low
churl thy husband.
Pauline. Help! Claude!Claude!Have I no protector?'
Beau. Be silent! [showing a pistol.] See, I do not come unprepared even
for violence. I will brave all thingsthy husband and all his race
for thy sake. Thus, then, I clasp thee!
Mel. [dashing him to the other end of the stage]. Paulinelook up,
Pauline! thou art safe.
Beau. [levelling his pistol]. Dare you thus insult a man of
my birth, ruffian?
Pauline. Oh, spare himspare my husband!BeauseantClaudeno
no [faints].
Mel. Miserable trickster! shame upon you! brave devices to terrify
a woman! Coward!you trembleyou have outraged the lawsyou know
that your weapon is harmlessyou have the courage of the mountebank,
not the bravo!Pauline, there is no danger.
Beau. I wish thou wert a gentlemanas it is, thou art beneath me.
Good day, and a happy honeymoon.[Aside.] I will not die till I
am avenged. [Exit.
Mel. I hold her in these armsthe last embrace
Never, ah never more, shall this dear head
Be pillow'd on the heart that should have shelter'd
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And has betray'd!Softsoft! one kisspoor wretch!
No scorn on that pale lip forbids me now!
One kissso ends all record of my crime!
It is the seal upon the tomb of hope,
By which, like some lost, sorrowing angel, sits
Sad memory evermore; she breathesshe moves
She wakes to scorn, to hate, but not to shudder
Beneath the touch of my abhorred love.
Places her on a seat. Therewe are strangers now!
Pauline. All goneall calm
Is every thing a dream? thou art safe, unhurt
I do not love thee;butbut I am woman,
Andandno blood is spilt?
Mel. No, lady, no; My guilt hath not deserved so rich a blessing
As even danger in thy cause.
Enter WIDOW.
Widow. My son, I have been everywhere in search of you; why did
you send for me?
Mel. I did not send for you.
Widow. No! but I must tell you your express has returned.
Mel. So soon! impossible!
Widow. Yes, he met the lady's father and mother on the road;
they were going into the country on a visit. Your messenger
says that Monsieur Deschappelles turned almost white with anger
when he read your letter. They will be here almost immediately.
Oh, Claude, Claude! what will they do to you? How I tremble!
Ah, madam! do not let them injure himif you knew how he doated on you.
Pauline. Injure him! no, ma'am, be not afraid;my father! how shall
I meet him? how go back to Lyons? the scoff of the whole city!
Cruel, cruel, Claude [in great agitation]. Sir, you have
acted most treacherously.
Mel. I know it, madam.
Pauline [aside.] If he would but ask me to forgive him!
I never can forgive you, sir.
Mel. I never dared to hope it.
Pauline. But you are my husband now, and I have sworn to
to love you, sir.
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Mel. That was under a false belief, madam; Heaven and the laws
will release you from your vow.
Pauline. He will drive me mad! if he were but less proud
if he would but ask me to remainhark, harkI hear the wheels
of the carriageSirClaude, they are coming; have you no word
to say ere it is loo late? Quick speak.
Mel. I can only congratulate you on your release. Behold your parents
Enter MONSIEUR and MADAME DESCHAPPELLES and COLONEL DAMAS.
M. Deschap. My child! my child!
Mme. Deschap. Oh, my poor Pauline!what a villanous hovel this is!
Old woman, get me a chairI shall faint I certainly shall.
What will the world say? Child, you have been a fool.
A mother's heart is easily broken.
Damas. Ha, ha! most noble PrinceI am sorry to see a man of your
quality in such a condition; I am afraid your highness will go
to the House of Correction.
Mel. Taunt on, sir; I spared you when you were unarmedI am unarmed now.
A man who has no excuse for crime is indeed defenceless!
Damas. There's something fine in the rascal, after all!
M. Deschap. Where is the impostor?Are you thus shameless, traitor?
Can you brave the presence of that girl's father?
Mel. Strike me, if it please youyou are her father.
Pauline. Sirsir, for my sake; whatever his guilt, he has acted
nobly in atonement.
Mme. Deschap. Nobly! Are you mad, girl? I have no patience with you
to disgrace all your family thus! Nobly! Oh you abominable,
hardened, pitiful, mean, ugly villain!
Damas. Ugly! Why he was beautiful yesterday!
Pauline. Madame, this is his roof, and he is my husband.
Respect your daughter, or let blame fall alone on her.
Mme. Deschap. YouyouOh, I'm choking.
M. Deschap. Sir, it were idle to waste reproach upon a conscience
like yoursyou renounce all pretensions to the person of this lady?
Mel. I do. [Gives a paper.] Here is my consent to a divorce
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my full confession of the fraud which annuls the marriage.
Your daughter has been foully wrongedI grant it, sir; but her
own lips will tell you that, from the hour in which she crossed
this threshold, I returned to my own station, and respected hers.
Pure and inviolate, as when yestermorn you laid your hand upon
her head, and blessed her, I yield her back to you. For myself
I deliver you for ever from my presence. An outcast and a criminal,
I seek some distant land, where I may mourn my sin, and pray for
your daughter's peace. Farewellfarewell to you all, for ever!
Willow. Claude, Claude, you will not leave your poor old mother?
She does not disown you in your sorrow no, not even in your guilt.
No divorce can separate a mother from her son.
Pauline. This poor widow teaches me my duty. No, mother,no, for you
are now my mother also!nor should any law, human or divine,
separate the wife from her husband's sorrows. ClaudeClaudeall is
forgotten forgivenI am. thine for ever!
Mme. Deschap. What do I hear?Come away, or never see my face again.
M. Deschap. Pauline, we never betrayed you!do you forsake
us for him?
Pauline. [going back to her father]. Oh nobut you will forgive him too;
we will live togetherhe shall be your son.
M. Deschap. Never! Cling to him and forsake your parents!
His home shall be yourshis fortune yourshis fate yours:
the wealth I have acquired by honest industry shall never enrich
the dishonest man.
Pauline. And you would have a wife enjoy luxury while a husband toils!
Claude, take me; thou canst not give me wealth, titles, station
but thou canst give me a true heart I will work for thee, tend thee,
bear with thee, and never, never shall these lips reproach thee
for the past.
Damas. I'll be hanged if I am not going to blubber!
Mel. This is the heaviest blow of all!What a heart I have wronged!
Do not fear me, sir; I am not all hardenedI will not rob her
of a holier love than mine. Pauline!angel of love and mercy!
your memory shall lead me back to virtue!The husband of a being
so beautiful in her noble and sublime tenderness may be poor
may be low born;(there is no guilt in the decrees of providence!)
but he should be one who can look thee in the face without
a blush,to whom thy love does not bring remorse,who can
fold thee to his heart, and say,"Here there is no deceit!"
I am not that man!
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Damas. [aside to MELNOTTE]. Thou art a noble fellow, notwithstanding;
and wouldst make an excellent soldier. Serve in my regiment.
I have had a letter from the Directoryour young general takes
the command of the army in Italy,I am to join him at Marseilles,I
will depart this day, if thou wilt go with me.
Mel. It is the favor I would have asked thee, if I dared.
Place me wherever a foe is most dreaded,wherever France most
needs a life!
Damas. There shall not be a forlorn hope without thee!
Mel. There is my hand!mother, your blessing. I shall see
you again,a better man than a prince,a man who has bought
the right to high thoughts by brave deeds. And thou!thou! so
wildly worshipped, so guiltily betrayed, all is not yet lost!
for thy memory, at least, must be mine till death! If I live,
the name of him thou hast once loved shall not rest dishonored;
if I fall, amidst the carnage and the roar of battle, my soul
will fly back to thee, and love shall share with death my
last sigh!Moremore would I speak to thee!to pray!to bless!
But no; When I am less unworthy I will utter it to Heaven!I cannot
trust myself to [turning to DESCHAPPELLES] Your pardon, sir; they are
my last words Farewell! [Exit.
Damas. I will go after him.France will thank me for this.
Pauline [starting from her father's arms]. Claude!Claude!my husband!
M. Deschap. You have a father still!
ACT V.
Two years and a half from the date of Act IV.
SCENE I.
The Streets of Lyons.
Enter First, Second, and Third Officers.
First Officer. Well, here we are at Lyons, with gallant old Damas:
it is his native place.
Second Officer. Yes; he has gained a step in the army since he was
here last. The Lyonnese ought to be very proud of stout General Damas.
Third Officer. Promotion is quick in the French army.
This mysterious Morier,the hero of Lodi, and the favorite of
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the commanderinchief,has risen to a colonel's rank to two years
and a half. Enter DAMAS, as a General.
Damas. Good morrow, gentlemen; I hope you will amuse yourselves during
our short stay at Lyons. It is a fine city: improved since I left it.
Ah! it is a pleasure to grow old,when the years that bring
decay to ourselves do but ripen the prosperity of our country.
You have not met with Morier?
First Officer. No: we were just speaking of him.
Second Officer. Pray, general, can you tell us who this
Morier really is?
Damas. Is!why a colonel in the French army.
Third Officer. True. But what was he at first?
Damas. At first? Why a baby in long clothes, I suppose.
First Officer. Ha, ha! Ever facetious, general.
Second Officer. [to Third]. The general is sore upon this point;
you will only chafe him.Any commands, general?
Damas. None. Good day to you. [Exeunt Second and Third Officers.
Damas. Our comrades are very inquisitive. Poor Morier is the subject
of a vast deal of curiosity.
First Officer. Say interest, rather, general. His constant melancholy,
the loneliness of his habits,his daring valor, his brilliant
rise in the profession,your friendship, and the favors of
the commanderinchief,all tend to make him as much the matter
of gossip as of admiration. But where is he, general? I have missed
him all the morning.
Damas. Why, captain, I'll let you into a secret. My young friend
has come with me to Lyons in hopes of finding a miracle.
First Officer. A miracle!
Damas. Yes, a miracle! in other words,a constant woman.
First Officer. Oh! an affair of love!
Damas. Exactly so. No sooner did he enter Lyons than he waved
his hand to me, threw himself from his horse, and is now,
I warrant, asking every one who can know anything about the matter,
whether a certain lady is still true to a certain gentleman!
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First Officer. Success to him! and of that success there can
be no doubt. The gallant Colonel Morier, the hero of Lodi,
might make his choice out of the proudest families in France.
Damas. Oh, if pride be a recommendation, the lady and her mother
are most handsomely endowed. By the way, captain, if you should
chance to meet with Morier, tell him he will find me at the hotel.
First Officer. I will, general. [Exit.
Damas. Now will I go to the Deschappelles, and make a report
to my young Colonel. Ha! by Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, Virorum,
here comes Monsieur Beauseant!
Enter BEAUSEANT.
Good morrow, Monsieur Beauseant! How fares it with you?
Beau. [aside.] Damas! that is unfortunate;if the Italian campaign
should have filled his pockets, he may seek to baffle me in the moment
of my victory. [Aloud]. Your servant, general,for such, I think,
is your new distinction! Just arrived in Lyons?
Damas. Not an hour ago. Well, how go on the Deschappelles? Have they
forgiven you in that affair of young Melnotte? You had some hand
in that notable device, eh?
Beau. Why, less than you think for! The fellow imposed upon me.
I have set it all right now. What has become of him?
He could not have joined the army, after all. There is no such name
in the books.
Damas. I know nothing about Melnotte. As you say, I never heard
the name in the Grand Army.
Beau. Hem!You are not married, general?
Damas. Do I look like a married man, sir?No, thank Heaven!
My profession is to make widows, not wives.
Beau. You must have gained much booty in Italy! Pauline will be
your heiresseh?
Damas. Booty! Not I! Heiress to what? Two trunks and a portmanteau,
four horses,three swords, two suits of regimentals, and six pair
of white leather inexpressibles! A pretty fortune for a young lady!
Beau. [aside.] Then all is safe! [Aloud]. Ha! ha! Is that really
all your capital, General Damas? Why, I thought Italy had been
a second Mexico to you soldiers.
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Damas. All a tossup, sir. I was not one of the lucky ones!
My friend Morier, indeed, saved something handsome.
But our commanderinchief took care of him, and Morier is a thrifty,
economical dog,not like the rest of us soldiers, who spend our
money as carelessly as if it were our blood.
Beau. Well, it is no matter! I do not want fortune with Pauline. And you
must know, General Damas, that your fair cousin has at length
consented to reward my long and ardent attachment.
Damas. You!the devil! Why, she is already married!
There is no divorce!
Beau. True; but this very day she is formally to authorize
the necessary proceedings, this very day she is to sign the contract
that is to make her mine within one week from the day on which her
present illegal marriage is annulled.
Damas. You tell me wonders!Wonders! No; I believe anything of women!
Beau. I must wish you good morning. [As he is going, enter DESCHAPPELLES.
M. Deschap. Oh, Beauseant! well met. Let us come to the notary at once.
Damas [to Deschap.]. Why, cousin!
M. Deschap. Damas, welcome to Lyons. Pray call on us; my wife
will be delighted to see you.
Damas. Your wife beblessed for her condescension! But [taking
him aside] what do I hear? Is it possible that your daughter has
consented to a divorce?that she will marry Monsieur Beauseant?
M. Deschap. Certainly. What have you to say against it?
A gentleman of birth, fortune, character. We are not so proud as we were;
even my wife has had enough of nobility and princes!
Damas. But Pauline loved that young man so tenderly!
M. Deschap. [taking snuff]. That was two years and a half ago.
Damas. Very true. Poor Melnotte!
M. Deschap. But do not talk of that impostor; I hope he is dead
or has left the country. Nay, even were he in Lyons at this moment,
he ought to rejoice that, in an honorable and suitable alliance,
my daughter may forget her sufferings and his crime.
Damas.Nay, if it be all settled, I have no more to say.
Monsieur Beauseant informs me that the contract is to be signed
this very day.
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M. Deschap, It is; at one o'clock precisely. Will you be one
of the witnesses?
Damas. I?No; that is to sayyes, certainly!at one o'clock I
will wait on you.
M. Deschap. Till then, adieucome Beauseant.
[Exeunt BEAUSEANT and DESCHAPELLES
Damas. The man who sets his heart upon a woman
Is a chameleon, and doth feed on air;
From air he takes his colorsholds his life,
Changes with every wind,grows lean or fat,
Rosy with hope, or green with jealousy,
Or pallid with despairjust as the gale
Varies from North to Southfrom heat to cold!
Oh, woman! woman! thou shouldst have few sins
Of thine own to answer for! Thou art the author
Of such a book of follies in a man,
That it would need the tears of all the angels
To blot the record out!
[Enter MELNOTTE, pale and agitated.
I need not tell thee! Thou hast heard
Mel. The worst!
I have!
Damas. Be cheer'd; others are fair as she is!
Mel. Others! The world is crumbled at my feet!
She was my world; fill'd up the whole of being
Smiled in the sunshinewalk'd the glorious earth
Sate in my heartwas the sweet life of life.
The Past was hers; I dreamt not of a Future
That did not wear her shape! Mem'ry and Hope
Alike are gone. Pauline is faithless! Henceforth
The universal space is desolate!
Damas. Hope yet.
Mel. Hope, yes!one hope is left me still
A soldier's grave! Glory has died with love.
I look into my heart, and, where I saw
Pauline, see Death!
[After a pause].But am I not deceived?
I went but by the rumor of the town;
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Rumor is false,I was too hasty! Damas,
Whom hast thou seen?
Damas. Thy rival and her father.
Arm thyself for the truth.He heeds not.
Mel. She.
Will never know how deeply she was loved!
The charitable night, that wont to bring
Comfort today, in bright and eloquent dreams,
Is henceforth leagued with misery! Sleep, farewell,
Or else become eternal! Oh, the waking
From false oblivion, and to see the sun,
And know she is another's!
Damas. Be a man!
Mel. I am a man!it is the sting of woe
Like mine that tells us we are men!,
Damas. The false one
Did not deserve thee.
Mel. Hush!No word against her!
Why should she keep, through years and silent absence,
The holy tablets of her virgin faith
True to a traitor's name! Oh, blame her not;
It were a sharper grief to think her worthless
Than to be what I am! Today,today!
They, said "Today!" This day, so wildly welcomed
This clay, my soul had singled out of time
And mark'd for bliss! This day! oh, could I see her,
See her once more unknown; but hear her voice.
So that one echo of its music might
Make ruin less appalling in its silence.
Damas. Easily done! Come with me to her house;
Your dressyour cloakmoustachethe bronzed hues
Of time and toilthe name you bearbelief
In your absence, all will ward away suspicion.
Keep in the shade. Ay, I would have you come
There may be hope? Pauline is yet so young,
They may have forced her to these second bridals
Out of mistaken love.
Mel. No, bid me hope not!
Bid me not hope! I could not bear again
To fall from such a heaven! One gleam of sunshine,
And the ice breaks and I am lost! Oh, Damas,
There's no such thing as courage in a man;
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The veriest slave that ever crawl'd from danger
Might spurn me now. When first I lost her, Damas,
I bore it, did I not? I still had hope,
And now II(Bursts into an agony of grief.
Damas. What, comrade! all the women
That ever smiled destruction on brave hearts
Were not worth tears like these!
Mel. 'Tis pastforget it.
I am prepared; life has no further ills!
The cloud has broken in that stormy rain,
And on the waste I stand, alone with Heaven.
Damas. His very face is changed; a breaking heart
Does its work soon!Come, Melnotte, rouse thyself:
One effort more. Again thou'lt see her.
Mel. See her!
There is a passion in that simple sentence
That shivers all the pride and power of reason
Into a chaos!
Damas. Time wanes; come, ere yet It be too late.
Mel. Terrible words"Too late!" Lead on. One last look more, and then
Damas. Forget her!
Mel. Forget her! yesFor death remembers not. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A room in the house of MONSIEUR DESCHAPPELLES; PAULINE seated in great
dejection.
Pauline. It is so, then. I must be false to Love,
Or sacrifice a father! Oh, my Claude,
My lover, and my husband! Have I lived
To pray that thou mayest find some fairer boon
Than the deep faith of this devoted heart
Nourish'd till nownow broken?
Enter MONSIEUR DESCHAPPELLES.
M. Deschap. My dear child,
How shall I thankhow bless thee? Thou hast saved,
I will not say my fortuneI could bear
Reverse, and shrink notbut that prouder wealth
Which merchants value mostmy name, my credit
The hardwon honors of a toilsome life:
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These thou hast saved, my child!
Pauline. Is there no hope?
No hope but this?
M. Deschap. None. If, without the sum
Which Beauseant offers for thy hand, this day
Sinks to the westtomorrow brings our ruin!
And hundreds, mingled in that ruin, curse
The bankrupt merchant! and the insolvent herd
We feasted and made merry cry in scorn,
"How pride has fallen!Lo, the bankrupt merchant!"
My daughter, thou hast saved us!
Pauline. And am lost!
M. Deschap. Come, let me hope that Beauseant's love
Pauline. His love!
Talk not of love. Love has no thought of self!
Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold
The loathsome prostitution of a hand
Without a heart? Love sacrifices all things
To bless the thing it loves! He knows not love.
Father, his love is hatehis hope revenge!
My tears, my anguish, my remorse for falsehood
These are the joys that he wrings from our despair!
M. Deschap. If thou deem'st thus, reject him! Shame and ruin
Were better than thy misery;think no more on't.
My sand is wellnigh runwhat boots it when
The glass is broken? We'll annul the contract:
And if tomorrow in the prisoner's cell
These aged limbs are laid, why still, my child,
I'll think thou art spared; and wait the Liberal Hour
That lays the beggar by the side of kings!
Pauline, Nonoforgive me! You, my honor'd father,
You, who so loved, so cherish'd me, whose lips
Never knew one harsh word! I'm not ungrateful;
I am but human!hush! Now, call the bridegroom
You see I am preparedno tearsall calm;
But, father, talk no more of love
M. Deschap. My child,
Tis but one struggle; he is young, rich, noble;
Thy state will rank first 'mid the dames of Lyons;
And when this heart can shelter thee no more,
Thy youth will not be guardianless.
Pauline. I have set
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My foot upon the ploughshareI will pass
The fiery ordeal. [Aside.] Merciful Heaven, support me;
And on the absent wanderer shed the light
Of happier starslost evermore to me!
Enter MADAME DESCHAPPELLES, BEAUSEANT, GLAVIS, and Notary.
Mme. Deschap. Why, Pauline, you are quite in deshabille
you ought to be more alive to the importance of this joyful occasion.
We had once looked higher, it is true; but you see, after all,
Monsieur Beauseant's father was a Marquis, and that's a great comfort.
Pedigree and jointure!you have them both in Monsieur Beauseant. A young
lady decorously brought up should only have two considerations
in her choice of a husband; first, is his birth honorable? secondly,
will his death be advantageous? All other trifling details should
be left to parental anxiety.
Beau. [approaching and waving aside Madame]. Ah, Pauline! let
me hope that you are reconciled to an event which confers such
rapture upon me.
Pauline. I am reconciled to my doom.
Beau. Doom is a harsh word, sweet lady.
Pauline [aside.] This man must have some mercyhis heart
cannot be marble. [Aloud.] Oh, sir, be justbe generous!
Seize a noble triumpha great revenge! Save the father,
and spare the child.
Beau. [aside.] joyjoy alike to my hatred and my passion!
The haughty Pauline is at last my suppliant. [Aloud.] You ask
from me what I have not the sublime virtue to granta virtue
reserved only for the gardener's son! I cannot forego my hopes
in the moment of their fulfilment! I adhere to the contract
your father's ruin or your hand.
Pauline. Then all is over. Sir, I have decided.
[The clock strikes one.
Enter DAMAS and MELNOTTE.
Damas. Your servant, cousin Deschappelles. Let me introduce
Colonel Morier.
Mme. Deschap. [curtsying very low]. What, the celebrated hero?
This is, indeed, an honor! [MELNOTTE bows, and remains in the background.
Damas [to Pauline]. My little cousin, I congratulate you. What, no smile
no blush? You are going to be divorced from poor Melnotte,
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and marry this rich gentleman. You ought to be excessively happy!
Pauline. Happy!
Damas. Why, how pale you are, child!Poor Pauline! Histconfide in me!
Do they force you to this?
Pauline. No!
Damas. You act with your own free consent?
Pauline. My own consentyes.
Damas. Then you are the mostI will not say what you are.
Pauline. You think ill of mebe it soyet if you knew all
Damas. There is some mysteryspeak out, Pauline.
Pauline [suddenly]. Oh, perhaps you.can save me! you are our relation
our friend. My father is on the verge of bankruptcythis day
he requires a large sum to meet demands that cannot be denied;
that sum Beauseant will advancethis hand the condition of the barter.
Save me if you have the meanssave me! You will be repaid above!
Damas. aside. I recantWomen are not so bad after all!
[Aloud.] Humph, child! I cannot help youI am too poor.
Pauline. The last plank to which I clung is shivered.
Damas. Holdyou see my friend Morier: Melnotte is his most
intimate friendfought in the same fieldsslept in the same tent.
Have you any message to send to Melnotte? any word to soften this blow?
Pauline. He knows Melnottehe will see himhe will bear to him
my last farewell[approaches MELNOTTE] He has a stern air
he turns away from mehe despises me!Sir one word I beseech you.
Mel. Her voice again! How the old time comes o'er me!
Damas [to Madame.] Don't interrupt them.He is going to tell her
what a rascal young Melnotte is; he knows him well, I promise you.
Mme. Deschap. So considerate in you, cousin Damas!
[DAMAS approaches DESCHAPPELLES; converses apart with hint in dumb show
DESCHAPPELLES shows him a paper, which he inspects and takes.
Pauline. Thrice have I sought to speak; my courage fails me.
Sir, is it true that you have knownnay, are
The friend ofMelnotte.
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Mel. Lady, yes!
Myself And misery know the man!
Pauline. And you will see him,
And you will bear to himayword for word,
All that this heart, which breaks in parting from him,
Would send, ere still for ever?
Mel. He hath told me
You have the right to choose from out the world
A worthier bridegroom;he forgoes all claim,
Even to murmur at his doom. Speak on!
Pauline. Tell him, for years I never nursed a thought
That was not his;that on his wandering way,
Daily and nightly, pour'd a mourner's prayers.
Tell him ev'n now that I would rather share
His lowliest lot,walk by his side, an outcast
Work for him, beg with him,live upon the light
Of one kind smile from him,than wear the crown
The Bourbon lost!
Mel. [aside.] Am I already mad?
And does delirium utter such sweet words
Into a dreamer's ear? [Aloud]. You love him thus,
And yet desert him?
Pauline. Say, that, if his eye
Could read this heart,its struggles, its temptations,
His love itself would pardon that desertion!
Look on that poor old man,he is my father;
He stands upon the verge of an abyss!
He calls his child to save him! Shall I shrink
From him who gave me birth?withhold my hand,
And see a parent perish? Tell him this,
And saythat we shall meet again in Heaven!
Mel. LadyIIwhat is this riddle?what
The nature of this sacrifice?
Pauline [pointing to DAMAS]. Go, ask him!
Beau. [from the table]. The papers are preparedwe only need
Your hand and seal.
Mel. Stay, ladyone word more.
Were but your duty with your faith united,
Would you still share the lowborn peasant's lot?
Pauline. Would I? Ah, better death with him I love
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Than all the pompwhich is but as the flowers
That crown the victim![Turning away.] I am ready.
[MELNOTTE rushes to DAMAS.
Damas. ThereThis is the schedulethis the total.
Beau. [to DESCHAPPELLES, showing notes]. These
Are yours the instant she has sign'd; you are
Still the great House of Lyons!
[The Notary is about to hand the contract to PAULINE, when MELNOTTE
seizes it and tears it.
Beau. Are you mad?
M. Deschap. How, Sir! What means this insult?
Mel. Peace, old man!
I have a prior claim. Before the face
Of man and Heaven I urge it; I outbid
Yon sordid huckster for your priceless jewel. [Giving a pocketbook.
There is the sum twice told! Blush not to take it:
There's not a coin that is not bought and hallow'd
In the cause of nations with a soldier's blood!
Beau. Torments and death!
Pauline. That voice! Thou art
Mel. Thy husband!
[PAULINE rushes into his arms.
Look up! Look up, Pauline!for I can bear
Thine eyes! The stain is blotted from my name.
I have redeem'd mine honor. I can call
On France to sanction thy divine forgiveness!
Oh, joy!Oh, rapture! By the midnight watchfires
Thus have I seen thee! thus foretold this hour!
And 'midst the roar of battle, thus have heard
The beating of thy heart against my own!
Beau. Fool'd, duped, and triumph'd over in the hour
Of mine own victory! Curses on ye both!
May thorns be planted in the marriagebed!
And love grow sour'd and blacken'd into hate
Such as the hate that gnaws me!
Damas. Curse away
And let me tell thee, Beauseant, a wise proverb
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The Arabs have,"Curses are like young chickens,
[Solemnly.] And still come home to roost!"
Beau. Their happiness
Maddens my soul! I am powerless and revengeless! [To MADAME.
I wish you joy! Ha! ha! the gardener's son! [Exit.
Damas [to GLAVIS]. Your friend intends to hang himself! Methinks
You ought to be his travelling companion!
Gla. Sir, you are exceedingly obliging! [Exit.
Pauline. Oh
My father, you are saved,and by my husband!
Ah, blessed hour!
Mel. Yet you weep still, Pauline.
Pauline. But on thy breast!these tears are sweet and holy!
M. Deschap. You have won love and honor nobly, sir!
Take her;be happy both!
Mme. Deschap.I'm all astonish'd!
Who, then, is Colonel Morier?
Damas.You behold him!
Mel. Morier no more after this happy day!
I would not bear again my father's name
Till I could deem it spotless! The hour's come!
Heaven smiled on conscience! As the soldier rose
From rank to rank, how sacred was the fame
That cancell'd crime, and raised him nearer thee!
Mme. Deschap. A Colonel and a hero! Well, that's something!
He's wondrously improved! I wish you joy, sir!
Mel. Ah! the same love that tempts us into sin,
If it be true love, works out its redemption;
And he who seeks repentance for the Past
Should woo the Angel Virtue in the Future.
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