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    Bertolt Brecht: Mutter Courage und ihre Kinder 7

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      ANTONIO

      Give it to me.

      The Duchess does not answer but lays the poignard down and goes on dressing.

      Methinks some strange enchantment, sprung

      From ties of blood hath bewitched thee. You seem

      Altered and can hear your husband’s voice no more.

      DUCHESS

      Nay, Antonio, here is no time for pride.

      It is your welfare that concerns me

      And our children’s safety.

      ANTONIO

      Where are the children now?

      CARIOLA

      I have conveyed them to another wing of the palace.

      The little boy hath asked for his father.

      Knocking within.

      DUCHESS

      How now? Who knocks? More earthquakes? I stand

      As if a mine beneath my feet were ready

      To be blown up.

      CARIOLA

      ’Tis Bosola.

      DUCHESS

      Away!

      Oh misery! Methinks unjust actions

      Should wear these masks and curtains and not we.

      She embraces Antonio.

      Now leave me. I have fashioned it already.

      ANTONIO

      Sadly.

      I would you had given me leave to defend you

      As any fishmonger would strike a blow

      To shield his dear ones. But do not spare me.

      Great adversaries now do menace you,

      Let’s put an end to strife between us two.

      Exit Antonio. Enter Bosola.

      BOSOLA

      The Duke, your brother, is ta’en up in a whirlwind,

      Hath took horse an’s rid post to Rome.

      DUCHESS

      So late?

      BOSOLA

      He told me, as he mounted into the saddle,

      You were undone.

      DUCHESS

      Indeed I am very near it.

      BOSOLA

      What’s the matter?

      DUCHESS

      Antonio, master of our household,

      Hath dealt so falsely with me in’s accounts:

      My brother stood engaged with me for money

      Ta’en up of certain Milanese money-lenders

      And Antonio let the bonds be forfeit.

      BOSOLA

      Strange! This is cunning.

      DUCHESS

      And hereupon

      My brother’s bills at Naples are protested

      Against. Call up our officers.

      BOSOLA

      I shall.

      He exits. Antonio enters.

      DUCHESS

      The place that you must fly is to Ancona.

      ’Tis the diocese of my brother, the Lord

      Cardinal. Surely he will be merciful

      And give us shelter, and even sanctify

      Our marriage for we may bribe him,

      He is covetous. I’ll feign a pilgrimage

      To our Lady of Loretto. We shall meet there.

      Hire a house and I’ll send after you

      My treasure and my jewels. Our weak safety

      Runs upon ingenious wheels. Short syllables

      Must stand for periods. I must now accuse you

      Of such a feigned crime as is a noble lie

      Cause it must shield our honours. I’ll give out

      You have dealt falsely with me in your accounts.

      ANTONIO

      ’Tis a good stratagem. Yet I do fear

      Lest you yourself may learn to scorn me

      When I am gone for you’ll have many teachers.

      Say what you will but stop your ears with wax.

      DUCHESS

      Dear friend, I’ll love no one that hates thee.

      Lacking your sweet presence, I’ll gaze upon

      Your portrait oftener than my looking glass.

      Hark, they are coming.

      Enter Bosola and gentlemen.

      ANTONIO

      Will your grace hear me?

      DUCHESS

      I have got well by you, you have yielded me

      A million of loss. I am like to inherit

      The people’s curses for your stewardship.

      You had the trick in audit time to be sick

      Till I had signed your quietus and that cured you

      Without the help of a doctor. Gentlemen,

      I would have this man be an example to you all

      So you shall hold my favour. Pray observe him

      For he has done that, alas, you would not think of

      And, because I intend to be rid of him,

      I mean not to publish. Use your fortune elsewhere.

      ANTONIO

      I am strongly armed to brook my overthrow

      As commonly men bear with a hard year.

      I will not blame the cause on it but do think

      The necessity of my malevolent star

      Procures this, not her humour. O the inconstant

      And rotten ground of service! You may see

      ’Tis even like him that in a winter night

      Takes a long slumber o’er a dying fire,

      As loath to part from it, yet parts thence as cold

      As when he first sat down.

      DUCHESS

      We do confiscate,

      Towards the satisfying of your accounts,

      All that you have.

      ANTONIO

      I am all yours and ’tis very fit

      All mine should be so.

      DUCHESS

      So, sir, you have your pass.

      ANTONIO

      You may see, gentlemen, what it is to serve

      A prince with body and soul.

      Exit.

      BOSOLA

      Here’s an example for extortion; what moisture is drawn out of the sea, when foul weather comes, pours down and runs into the sea again.

      DUCHESS

      I would know what are your opinions of this Antonio.

      2nd OFFICER

      He could not abide to see a pig’s head gaping. I thought your grace would find him a Jew.

      3rd OFFICER

      I would you had been his officer for your own sake.

      4th OFFICER

      You would have had more money.

      1st OFFICER

      He stopped his ears with black wool and to those that came to him for money said he was thick of hearing.

      2nd OFFICER

      Some said he was a hermaphrodite for he could not abide a woman.

      4th OFFICER

      And how scurvy proud he would look when the treasury was full! Well, let him go.

      1st OFFICER

      Yes, and the chippings of the buttery fly after him to scour his golden chain.

      DUCHESS

      Leave us, Gentlemen.

      Exeunt officers. Bosola remains. At first the Duchess pays no attention to him then begins to listen as he speaks.

      BOSOLA

      Alas, poor gentleman!

      DUCHESS

      Poor! He has amply filled his coffers.

      BOSOLA

      Sure he was too honest.

      These are rogues that in his prosperity could have wished

      His dirty stirrup rivetted through their noses;

      Would have prostituted their daughters to his lust,

      Made their first born intelligencers; and do these lice

      Drop off now?

      DUCHESS

      I did not know you were his friend.

      BOSOLA

      Let me show you what a most unvalued jewel

      You have in a wanton humour thrown away.

      To bless the man shall find him. He was an excellent

      Courtier and most faithful; a soldier that thought it

      As beastly to know his own value too little

      As devilish to acknowledge it too much.

      Both his virtue and his form deserved a far better fortune;

      His breast was filled with all perfection,

      And yet it seemed a private whispering room,

      It made so little noise of it.

      DUCHESS


      But he was basely descended.

      BOSOLA

      Will you make yourself a mercenary herald

      Rather to examine men’s pedigrees than virtues?

      You shall miss him;

      For know an honest statesman to a prince

      Is like a cedar planted by a spring;

      The spring bathes the tree’s root, the grateful tree

      Rewards it with his shadow. You have not done so.

      I would sooner swim to the Bermudas on two politicians’

      Rotten bladders, tied together with an intelligencer’s heartstring

      Than depend upon so changeable a prince’s favour.

      Fare thee well, Antonio! Since the malice of the world

      Would needs down with thee, it can not be said yet

      That any ill thing happened to thee, considering thy fall

      Was accompanied with virtue.

      DUCHESS

      Oh you render me excellent music!

      BOSOLA

      Say you?

      DUCHESS

      This good one that you speak of is my husband.

      BOSOLA

      Do I not dream? Can this ambitious age

      Have so much goodness in it as to prefer

      A man merely for worth, without these shadows

      Of wealth and painted honours? Possible?

      DUCHESS

      I have had three children by him.

      BOSOLA

      Fortunate lady!

      For you have made your private nuptial bed

      The humble and fair seminary of peace.

      And the neglected poets of your time

      In honour of this trophy of a man

      Raised by that curious engine your white hand

      Shall thank you in your grave for it; and make that

      More reverend than all the cabinets

      Of living princes. For Antonio,

      His fame shall likewise flow from many a pen

      When heralds shall want coats to sell to men.

      DUCHESS

      As I taste comfort in this friendly speech.

      So I would find concealment.

      You shall take charge of all my coin and jewels

      And follow him for he retires himself to Ancona,

      Whither within a few days I mean to follow thee.

      Duchess exits.

      BOSOLA

      What rests but I reveal all to my lord?

      Now for this act I am certain to be raised

      And men that paint weeds to the life are praised.

      Scene 4

      A Room in the Cardinal’s Palace.

      On stage Cardinal and Ferdinand with a letter.

      FERDINAND

      She’s loose in the hilts;

      Grown a notorious strumpet.

      CARDINAL

      Speak lower.

      FERDINAND

      Lower?

      Read here what’s written by my intelligencer.

      A servant, her own steward!

      CARDINAL

      Reads letter.

      Can this be certain?

      FERDINAND

      Rhubarb, oh for rhubarb

      To purge this choler! Here’s the cursed day

      To prompt my memory and here it shall stick

      Till of her bleeding heart I make a sponge

      To wipe it out.

      CARDINAL

      Why do you make yourself

      So wild a tempest?

      FERDINAND

      Would I could be one

      That I might toss her palace ’bout her ears,

      Root up her goodly forests, blast her

      And lay her general territory as waste

      As she hath done her honor.

      CARDINAL

      Shall our blood,

      The royal blood of Aragon and Castile

      Be thus attainted?

      FERDINAND

      Apply desperate physic,

      We must not now use balsamum but fire,

      The smarting cupping glass for that’s the means

      To purge infected blood, such blood as hers.

      There is a kind of pity in mine eye—

      I’ll give it to my handkerchief and now ’tis here.

      I’ll bequeath this to her bastards.

      CARDINAL

      What to do?

      FERDINAND

      Why to make soft lint for their mother’s wounds

      When I have hewed her to pieces.

      CARDINAL

      Cursed creature.

      FERDINAND

      Foolish men,

      That ere will trust their honour in a bark

      Made of so slight, weak bullrush as is woman,

      Apt every minute to sink it.

      CARDINAL

      This ignorance, when it hath purchased honour,

      It can not wield it.

      FERDINAND

      Methinks I see her laughing,

      Excellent hyena! Talk to me somewhat quickly,

      Or my imagination will carry me

      To see her in the shameful act of sin.

      CARDINAL

      With Antonio?

      FERDINAND

      As soon do it with some strong-thighed bargeman

      Or one o’ the woodyard that can quoit the sledge

      Or toss the bar, or else some lovely squire

      That carries coal up to her private lodging.

      CARDINAL

      You fly beyond your reason.

      FERDINAND

      Go to, mistress!

      ’Tis not your whore’s milk that shall quench my wildfire,

      But your whore’s blood.

      CARDINAL

      How idly shows this rage, which carries you

      As men conveyed by witches through the air

      On violent whirlwinds! This intemperate noise

      Fitly resembles deaf men’s shrill discourse,

      Who talk aloud, thinking all other men

      To have their imperfection.

      FERDINAND

      Have you not

      My palsy?

      CARDINAL

      Yes, I can be angry

      Without this rupture.

      Looks at letter.

      She will visit Ancona.

      FERDINAND

      You shall not receive her!

      CARDINAL

      I will think upon it.

      FERDINAND

      I could kill her now,

      In you or in myself, for I do think

      It is some sin in us heaven doth revenge

      By her.

      CARDINAL

      Are you stark mad?

      FERDINAND

      I would have their bodies

      Burnt in a coal pit with the ventage stopped

      That their cursed smoke might not ascend to heaven;

      Or dip the sheets they lie in in pitch or sulphur,

      Wrap them in it and then light them like a match;

      Or else boil their bastards to a cullice

      And give it to their lecherous father to renew

      The sin of his back.

      CARDINAL

      Coldly.

      I’ll leave you.

      FERDINAND

      Nay, I have done.

      I am confident that had I been damned in hell

      And should have heard of this, it would have put me

      Into a cold sweat. In, in! I’ll go sleep.

      Now that I know who leaps my sister

      I’ll find scorpions to string my whips

      And fix her in a general eclipse.

      Ferdinand exits.

      CARDINAL

      Calls.

      Julia, come forth.

      JULIA

      Comes out of hiding, perhaps from behind a screen.

      I will not be served thus. I will not be hidden

      Like a common strumpet. I’ll home to my husband.

      CARDINAL

      What trick didst thou invent to come to Rome

      Without him?

      JULIA

      Why, my lord, I told him

      I came to visit an old hermit here


      For my devotions. But I will not stay.

      CARDINAL

      When thou art with thy husband

      Thou hast only kisses from him and high feeding.

      But what delight is that? ’Tis just like one

      That hath a little fingering on the lute

      But cannot tune it.

      JULIA

      You told me of a piteous wound in the heart

      And a sick liver when you wooed me first.

      CARDINAL

      Come, I’ll love you wisely. That’s jealously

      Since I am very certain you cannot make me cold.

      JULIA

      You have prevailed with me beyond my strongest thoughts.

      I would not now find you inconstant.

      CARDINAL

      You fear

      My constancy because you have approved

      Those giddy and wild turnings in yourself.

      JULIA

      Shamelessly.

      Had you been i’ the street’ under my chamber window Even there I would have courted you.

      CARDINAL

      I pray thee, come kiss me. I have news for thee.

      JULIA

      What is it?

      CARDINAL

      The Spanish jennet you have begged for

      You shall have.

      JULIA

      You told me that you lacked for money.

      CARDINAL

      I will have some shortly.

      JULIA

      How?

      CARDINAL

      Do not ask.

      JULIA

      Fingering the gold chain he wears.

      This is gold.

      CARDINAL

      Hath it not a fine colour?

      JULIA

      I have a bird more beautiful.

      CARDINAL

      It hath

      A pretty sound.

      JULIA

      A lute string far exceeds it.

      It hath no smell like lavender or civet.

      CARDINAL

      Yet ’tis able to set husband against wife,

      Brother against sister and turn saint into sinner.

      It is a very valorous mineral,

      Who hath it needs no arms to rule the world.

      Scene 5

      The Shrine of our Lady of Loretto in Ancona. Enter two pilgrims.

      1st PILGRIM

      We are fortunate our pilgrimage brings us

      Here today. The cardinal himself conducts

      The service for his sister, the duchess

      Who hath arrived from Malfi to pay her vow

      At the shrine of Our Lady of Loretto.

      2nd PILGRIM

      She hath much need to pray. ’Tis whispered

      Through all Ancona that she came seeking shelter

      For her steward lover and her bastards.

      1st PILGRIM

      Is not this a grievous sin in the eyes of the church?

      2nd PILGRIM

      Not if it be performed in the bedchamber

      Of a palace.

      1st PILGRIM

      Who would have thought

      So great a lady would have matched herself

      Unto so mean a person.

      2nd PILGRIM

      Nay, lechery

      Is a great equalizer. ’Tis blind to rank.

      1st PILGRIM

      The ceremony begins.

     


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