Marion de Lorme — Act 1
THE MEETING
Scene.
--_Blois.
A bed-chamber.
A window opening on a balcony at the back.
To the right, a table with a lamp, and an armchair.
To the left a door, covered by a portière of tapestry.
In the background a bed_ SCENE I
_Marion de Lorme, in a very elegant wrapper, sitting beside the table, embroidering.
Marquis de Saverny, very young man, blonde, without mustache, dressed in the latest fashion of 1638_ SAVERNY (_approaching Marion and trying to embrace her_).
Let us be reconciled, my sweet Marie!
MARION (_pushing him away_).
Not such close reconciliation, please!
SAVERNY (_insisting_).
Just one kiss!
MARION (_angrily_).
Marquis!
SAVERNY.
What a rage!
Your mouth Had sweeter manners, not so long ago!
MARION.
Ah, you forget!
SAVERNY.
No, I remember, dear.
MARION (_aside_).
The bore!
the tiresome creature!
SAVERNY.
Speak, fair one!
What does this swift, unkind departure mean?
While all are seeking you at Place Royale, Why do you hide yourself at Blois?
Traitress, What have you done here all these two long months?
MARION.
I do what pleases me, and what I wish Is right.
I'm free, my lord!
SAVERNY.
Free!
Yes.
But those Whose hearts you've stolen, are they also free?
I?
Gondi, who omitted half his Mass The other day, because he had a duel Upon his hands for you?
Nesmond, D'Arquien, The two Caussades, Pressigny, whom your flight Has left so wretched, so morose, even Their wives wish you were back in Paris, that They might have gayer husbands!
MARION (_smiling_).
Beauvillain?
SAVERNY.
Is still in love.
MARION.
Cereste?
SAVERNY.
Adores you yet.
MARION.
And Pons?
SAVERNY.
Oh, as for him, he hates you!
MARION.
Proof He is the only one who loves me!
Well, The President?
[_Laughing.
_] The old man!
What's his name?
[_Laughing more heartily.
_ Leloup!
SAVERNY.
He's waiting for you, and meanwhile He keeps your portrait and sings odes to it.
MARION.
He's loved me two years now, in effigy.
SAVERNY.
He'd much prefer to burn you.
Tell me how You keep away from such dear friends.
MARION (_serious, and lowering her eyes_).
That's just The reason, Marquis; to be frank with you, Those brilliant follies which seduced my youth Have given me much more misery than joy.
In a retreat, a convent cell, perhaps, I want to try to expiate my life.
SAVERNY.
I'll wager there's a love-tale behind that.
MARION.
You dare to think-- SAVERNY.
That never a nun's veil Surmounted eyes so full of earthly fire.
It could not be.
You love some poor provincial!
For shame!
To end a fine romance with such A page!
MARION.
It isn't true!
SAVERNY.
Let's make a wager!
MARION.
Dame Rose, what time is it?
DAME ROSE (_outside_).
Almost midnight!
MARION (_aside_).
Midnight!
SAVERNY.
That is a most ingenious way Of saying, "Time to go."
MARION.
I live retired, Receiving no one, and unknown to all.
Besides, 'tis dangerous to be out late: The street is lonely, full of robbers.
SAVERNY.
Well, They can rob me.
MARION.
And oftentimes they kill!
SAVERNY.
Good!
they can kill me.
MARION.
But-- SAVERNY.
You are divine!
But I'll not stir one foot before I know Who this gay shepherd is, who's routed us!
MARION.
There's no one!
SAVERNY.
I will be discreet.
We courtiers, Whom people think so mad, so curious And spiteful, are maligned.
We gossip, but We never talk!
You're silent?
[_Sits down.
_] Then I'll stay!
MARION.
What does it matter?
Well, it's true!
I love!
I'm waiting for him!
SAVERNY.
That's the way to talk!
That's right!
Where is it you expect him?
MARION.
Here!
SAVERNY.
When?
MARION.
Now!
[_She goes to the balcony and listens.
_ Hark!
that is he perhaps.
[_Coming back.
_] 'Tis not.
Now are you satisfied?
SAVERNY.
Not quite!
MARION.
Please go!
SAVERNY.
I want to know his name, this proud gallant, For whose reception I am thus dismissed.
MARION.
Didier is all the name I know for him.
Marie is all the name he knows for me.
SAVERNY (_laughing_).
Is't true?
MARION.
Yes, true!
SAVERNY.
This is a pastoral, And no mistake.
'Tis Racan, pure!
To enter, I have no doubt he scales the wall.
MARION.
Perhaps.
Please go!
[_Aside.
_] He wearies me to death!
SAVERNY (_becoming serious_).
Of course He's noble.
MARION.
I don't know.
SAVERNY.
What?
[_To Marion, who is gently pushing him toward the door.
_ I am going!
[_Coming back.
_ Just one word more!
I had forgotten.
Look!
[_He draws a book out of his pocket and gives it to Marion.
_ An author who is not a fool, did this.
It's making a great stir.
MARION (_reading the title_).
"Love's Garland"--ah!
"To Marion de Lorme."
SAVERNY.
They talk of nothing But this in Paris.
That book and "The Cid" Are the successful efforts of the day.
MARION (_taking the book_).
It's very civil of you; now, good-night!
SAVERNY.
What is the use of fame?
Alack-a-day!
To come to Blois and love a rustic!
Bah!
MARION (_calling to Dame Rose_).
Take care of the Marquis, and show him out!
SAVERNY (_saluting her_).
Ah, Marion, you've degenerated!
[_He goes out.
_ SCENE II
_Marion, afterward Didier_ MARION (_alone, shuts the door by which Saverny went out_).
Go-- Go quickly!
Oh, I feared lest Didier-- [_Midnight strikes.
_ Hark!
It's striking midnight!
Didier should be here!
[_She goes to the balcony and looks into the street.
_ No one!
[_She comes back and sits down impatiently.
_ Late!
To be late--so soon!
[_A young man appears behind the balustrade of the balcony, jumps over it lightly, enters, places his cloak and sword on the armchair.
Costume of the day: all black: boots.
He takes one step forward, pauses_ _and contemplates Marion, sitting with her eyes cast down.
_ At last!
[_Reproachfully.
_ To let me count the hour alone!
DIDIER (_seriously_).
I feared To enter!
MARION (_hurt_).
Ah!
DIDIER (_without noticing it_).
Down there, outside the wall, I was o'ercome with pity.
Pity?
yes, For you!
I, poor, accursed, unfortunate, Stood there a long time thinking, ere I came!
"Up there an angel waits," I thought, "in virgin grace, Untouched by sin--a being chaste and fair, To whose sweet face shining on life's pathway Each passer-by should bend his knees and pray.
I, who am but a vagrant 'mongst the crowd, Why should I seek to stir that placid stream?
Why should I pluck that lily?
With the breath Of human passion, why should I consent To cloud the azure of that radiant soul?
Since in her loyalty she trusts to me, Since virtue shields her with its sanctity, Have I a right to take her gift of love, To bring my storms into her perfect day?"
MARION (_aside_).
This is theology, it seems to me!
I wonder if he is a Huguenot?
DIDIER.
But when your tender voice fell on my ear, I wrestled with my doubts no more--I came.
MARION.
Oh, then you heard me speaking--that is strange!
DIDIER.
Yes; with another person.
MARION (_quickly_).
With Dame Rose!
She talks just like a man, don't you think so?
Such a strong voice!
Ah, well, since you are here I am no longer angry!
Come, sit down.
[_Indicating a place at her side.
_ Sit here!
DIDIER.
No!
at your feet.
[_He sits on a stool at Marion's feet and looks at her for some moments in complete silence.
_ Hear me, Marie!
I have no name but Didier--never knew My father nor my mother.
I was left, A baby, on the threshold of a church.
A woman, old, belonging to the people, Preserved me, was my mother and my nurse.
She brought me up a Christian, then she died And left me all she had--nine hundred francs A year, on which I live.
To be alone At twenty is a sad and bitter thing!
I traveled--saw mankind: I learned to hate A few and to despise the rest.
For on This tarnished mirror we call human life, I saw nothing but pride and misery And pain; so that, although I'm young, I'm old, And am as weary of the world as are The men who leave it.
Never touched a thing That did not tear and lacerate my soul!
Although the world was bad, I found men worse.
Thus I have lived; alone and poor and sad, Until you came, and you have set things right.
I hardly know you.
At the corner of A Paris street you first appeared to me.
Then afterward I met you, and I thought Your eyes were sweet, your speech was beautiful!
I was afraid of loving you, and fled!
But destiny is strange: I found you here, I find you everywhere, as if you were My guardian angel.
So at last, my love Grew powerful, resistless, and I felt I must talk with you.
You were willing.
Now They're at your service, both my heart and life.
I will do anything that you wish done.
If there is any man or anything That troubles you, or you have any whim And somebody must die to satisfy it-- Must die, and make no sign--and feel 'twas worth Death any time to see you smile; if you Need such a man, speak, lady: I am here!
MARION (_smiling_).
You've a strange nature, but I love you so!
DIDIER.
You love me!
Ah, take care!
One dare not say Such words in any careless way!
Love me?
Oh, do you know what loving means?
What 'tis To feel love take possession of our blood, Become our daily breath?
To feel this thing Which long has smoldered burst to flame, and rise A great, majestic, purifying fire?
To feel it burn up clean within our hearts The refuse other passions have left there?
This love, hopeless indeed, but limitless, Which outlives all things, even happiness-- Is this the kind of love you mean?
MARION (_touched_).
Indeed!
DIDIER.
You do not know it, but I love you so!
From that first time I saw you, my dark life Was shot with sunlight streaming from your eyes;
Since then all's different.
To me you seem Some wonderful creation, not of earth.
My life, in whose dark gloom I groaned so long, Grows almost beautiful when you are by.
For 'til you came, I'd wandered, suffered, wept;
I'd struggled, fallen--but I had not loved.
MARION.
Poor Didier!
DIDIER.
Speak, Marie!
MARION.
Well, then, I do.
I love with just this love--love you as much And maybe more than you love me!
It was Not destiny that brought me here.
'Twas I Who came, who followed you, and I am yours!
DIDIER (_falling on his knees_).
Oh, do not cheat me!
Give me truth, Marie!
