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rhapsody of the King's--nothing else!
Clara. Then I will make it real and live it! I have given my whole soul to it, and have strengthened his to the same end. It has been my ideal all my life.
Princess. And you believe that it will last?
Clara. Yes.
Princess. Then let me beg you to believe this, too--it will last until he has attained his end.
Clara. If you mean our marriage, let me tell you that _that_ is not our end.
Princess (in surprise). What is, then?
Clara. Our end is to accomplish something together. That task shall be consecrated and ennobled by our love. Yes, you may look at me! Those were his own words.
Princess. That answer!--That thought!--But what certainty have you?
Clara. Of what?
Princess. That you did not put the thought into his mind?--and that the fire in his soul may not flicker out?
Clara. If I needed any assurance, I should find it in the fact that he changed his whole life for my sake; he waited for me for more than a year. Has he ever done that for any one before? I am sure he has never needed to! (The PRINCESS winces.) It is those who have seduced that "ardent" temperament of his--you called it that yourself--that are to blame, and not I, Princess! (A pause.) I checked him to the best of my power when he came to me as he was wont to go to others. (A pause.) Indeed it is no sacrifice to become his wife. When one loves, there is no question of sacrifice. But the position in which I now stand exposes me to more suspicion than the humblest of his subjects, to more scorn than if I were his mistress. Think how you have spoken to me to-day yourself, Princess! (A pause.) It is no sacrifice to endure such things for the man one loves. It was not I that used the word "sacrifice," either; and as for the sacrifice you implied that I ought to have made, I don't wish to understand what you meant by that, even though I am a woman as well as you! But if you knew, Princess, how hard a fight I have been through before I found the strength to cast in my lot with his, against my father's wish and against you all--you would not have spoken to me about making a sacrifice. At all events you would not have spoken to me as you have done to-day; because you are not cruel, and I know that at bottom you mean me well. (A longer pause.)
Princess. This is more serious than I knew.--Poor child, your disappointment will be all the more serious.
Clara. Not with him!
Princess (half to herself). Is it possible he can be so changed? Was that what was needed to secure a hold on him--? (To CLARA.) Is he coming here to fetch you?
Clara. Yes.
Princess. What does he want to hold this court for? What is the good of throwing down this challenge to all the dignitaries of his kingdom?--especially if, after all, he means to live the life of an ordinary citizen?
Clara. He wished it.
Princess. An exciting episode in his rhapsody! Why did you not dissuade him?
Clara. Because I agree with him.
Princess. Perhaps you don't fully realise what it means?--what humiliation the King will have to undergo?
Clara. I only know that it seems to me that these things should be done openly, and that he has plenty of courage.
Princess. That is mere bravado. Are you going in that dress?--to court in that dress? (CLARA is silent.) I say it is mere bravado.
Clara. I have no better dress.
Princess. What do you mean? Surely the King can--? Are you jesting?
Clara (shyly). I do not allow the King to give me anything; not until--.
Princess. Doesn't he pay your expenses here, then? (Looks round the room.)
Clara. No.
Princess. It is the Baroness?
Clara. She and I. We are both poor.
Princess. Ah, yes--she has lost her post now, hasn't she?
Clara. On my account--yes. And you, Princess, who have known her--for she was once your governess--can you really suppose that she would have been faithful to me if she did not trust me and feel that this was right? You treated her so contemptuously when you came in.
Princess. I seem to have broken in upon the most incomprehensible romance!--Then you love the King? (CLARA nods her head.) He knows how to love, and make a woman happy! He is a dazzling creature!--We shall see now whether you are to suffer for all the hearts he has broken. You are not the first woman he has loved.
Clara. Princess!
Princess. Yes, let that sink into your mind! Your happiness is embroidered with tears!
Clara. It is cruel of you to reproach me with it.
Princess. Forgive me! I really did not mean that.--But there is still time to put on a more suitable dress. If you dare accept no gifts from the King--you might from some one else? A King's bride is a King's bride after all, you know!
Clara. He told me I should not need anything more than this.
Princess. Not in his eyes, I dare say. But we women know a little better!--If it were only a necklace? Will you accept this one? (Begins to unfasten hers.)
Clara. I knew you were kind.--But I daren't.
Princess. Why not?
Clara. Because--because people would think that--. (Bursts into tears. A pause.)
Princess. Listen, my child. The whole thing is sheer lunacy; but--as it cannot be altered--as soon as the court assembles I shall take my place at your side and not leave you till it is all over. Tell the King that! Good-bye!
Clara (going towards her). Princess!
Princess (kisses her, and whispers). Haven't you allowed him to kiss you, either?
Clara (in a whisper). Yes, I have.
Princess (kissing her once snore). Love him! (The sound of carriage wheels is heard. The BARONESS comes in.)
Baroness. I hear the King's carriage.
Princess. I don't wish to meet him. (Stretches out her hand to the BARONESS.) Baroness! (Points to the door through which the BARONESS has come in.) Can I get out that way?
Baroness. Yes. (She takes the PRINCESS out. A moment later the MAID ushers in the KING, who is dressed in plain clothes and wearing no decorations.)
The King. Clara!
Clara. My friend! (They embrace.)
The King. What does it mean?
Clara. What?
The King. The Princess' carriage here?
Clara. She told me to greet you. She has just gone, and--
The King. And--?
Clara. She said as soon as the court assembled she would take her place beside me and stay there till we left the palace.
The King. Is it possible?
Clara. It is _true_.
The King. You have conquered her! I know she could be conquered--she has a heart, as well as a head! It is a good omen!--So she offered to do _that_! What will our precious nobility have to say to that?
Clara. They are about the streets, aren't they?
The King. Ah, then you know?
Clara. I know, too, that there has been rioting outside the club.
The King. You know that too?--and are not afraid?
Clara. Perhaps I might have been--but there is something else that I am more afraid of. (Draws closer to the KING.)
The King. What is that?
Clara. You know. (A pause.)
The King. Have you been uneasy about him to-day too?
Clara. All day--incessantly. Something must have happened.
The King. Well, now I can tell you where he is.
Clara (eagerly). At last! Have you found him?
The King. Gran has been to see him.
Clara. Thank God! Is it far from here?
The King. This evening, immediately after the court, you and I will both start for there in a special train. We shall be there early to-morrow.
Clara (throwing her arms round his neck). Thanks, thanks! How good you are! Thanks! How is he? Is he ill!
The King. Yes.
Clara. I knew it? And implacable?
The King. Yes.
Clara. I feel it! (Nestles closer in his arms.)
The King. Are you afraid?
Clara. Yes!
The King. Dear, when you see him perhaps your fear will go.
Clara. Yes, only let me see him! Whatever he says, let me see him!
The King. Within twelve hours from now you shall! And I shall be with you.
Clara. The finest thing about you is your kindness. Oh, I am so glad you have come! I could not endure my fears any longer.
The King. There are dissensions going on about you!
Clara. Oh!--(Nestles in his arms again.)
The King. Bear up!--It will soon be over.
Clara. I believe it will. Yes, I know it will.--Let me walk about a little! (The KING walks up and down with her.)
The King. And turn our thoughts to something else! Do you know where I have come from?
Clara. Where?
The King. From our little house in the park.
Clara. Why, we drove past it yesterday!
The King. You will feel only _one_ person's presence there! Wherever you go, you will be surrounded by the thoughts I have had of you there. If you look out of the window, or go out on to the balcony--on every rock, by each turn of the stream--on the lawns, under the trees, among the bushes--everywhere you will find a thousand thoughts of you hidden. Breathe the words "my darling girl," and they will all come clustering round you!--Let us sit down.
Clara. It is all like a fairy tale.
The King. And I am the latest fairy prince! (He sits down and draws her on to his knee.) And you are the little maid who comes, led by good fairies, to the enchanted castle to wake him. He has been kept asleep by wicked spells for many, many years.
Clara. For many, many years!
The King. I am not really _I_, nor you _you_. The monarch was bewitched long ago. He was turned into a wild beast who gave reign to his passion by night and slept by day. And now the maiden of humble degree has become a woman and freed him from the spells.
Clara. Really! Ah, you are so clever at inventing things to cheat my fears away from me. And you always succeed. But after all, you know, I have no strength and no courage; I am so weak.
The King. You have more strength than I!--more than any one I have ever known.
Clara. No, don't say that; but--you may be sure of this!--if I did not feel that I had _some_ strength I would never try to throw in my lot with yours.
The King. I will explain to you what you are! Some people are tremendously more spiritual, more delicately constituted than others; and they are a hundred times more sensitive. And they fancy that is weakness. But it is just they who draw their strength from _deeper_ sources, through a thousand imperceptible channels. You will often find them with heads erect and valiant when others have gone under; they merely bend before the storm, with supple strength, when others break under it. You are like that!
Clara. You are very
Clara. Then I will make it real and live it! I have given my whole soul to it, and have strengthened his to the same end. It has been my ideal all my life.
Princess. And you believe that it will last?
Clara. Yes.
Princess. Then let me beg you to believe this, too--it will last until he has attained his end.
Clara. If you mean our marriage, let me tell you that _that_ is not our end.
Princess (in surprise). What is, then?
Clara. Our end is to accomplish something together. That task shall be consecrated and ennobled by our love. Yes, you may look at me! Those were his own words.
Princess. That answer!--That thought!--But what certainty have you?
Clara. Of what?
Princess. That you did not put the thought into his mind?--and that the fire in his soul may not flicker out?
Clara. If I needed any assurance, I should find it in the fact that he changed his whole life for my sake; he waited for me for more than a year. Has he ever done that for any one before? I am sure he has never needed to! (The PRINCESS winces.) It is those who have seduced that "ardent" temperament of his--you called it that yourself--that are to blame, and not I, Princess! (A pause.) I checked him to the best of my power when he came to me as he was wont to go to others. (A pause.) Indeed it is no sacrifice to become his wife. When one loves, there is no question of sacrifice. But the position in which I now stand exposes me to more suspicion than the humblest of his subjects, to more scorn than if I were his mistress. Think how you have spoken to me to-day yourself, Princess! (A pause.) It is no sacrifice to endure such things for the man one loves. It was not I that used the word "sacrifice," either; and as for the sacrifice you implied that I ought to have made, I don't wish to understand what you meant by that, even though I am a woman as well as you! But if you knew, Princess, how hard a fight I have been through before I found the strength to cast in my lot with his, against my father's wish and against you all--you would not have spoken to me about making a sacrifice. At all events you would not have spoken to me as you have done to-day; because you are not cruel, and I know that at bottom you mean me well. (A longer pause.)
Princess. This is more serious than I knew.--Poor child, your disappointment will be all the more serious.
Clara. Not with him!
Princess (half to herself). Is it possible he can be so changed? Was that what was needed to secure a hold on him--? (To CLARA.) Is he coming here to fetch you?
Clara. Yes.
Princess. What does he want to hold this court for? What is the good of throwing down this challenge to all the dignitaries of his kingdom?--especially if, after all, he means to live the life of an ordinary citizen?
Clara. He wished it.
Princess. An exciting episode in his rhapsody! Why did you not dissuade him?
Clara. Because I agree with him.
Princess. Perhaps you don't fully realise what it means?--what humiliation the King will have to undergo?
Clara. I only know that it seems to me that these things should be done openly, and that he has plenty of courage.
Princess. That is mere bravado. Are you going in that dress?--to court in that dress? (CLARA is silent.) I say it is mere bravado.
Clara. I have no better dress.
Princess. What do you mean? Surely the King can--? Are you jesting?
Clara (shyly). I do not allow the King to give me anything; not until--.
Princess. Doesn't he pay your expenses here, then? (Looks round the room.)
Clara. No.
Princess. It is the Baroness?
Clara. She and I. We are both poor.
Princess. Ah, yes--she has lost her post now, hasn't she?
Clara. On my account--yes. And you, Princess, who have known her--for she was once your governess--can you really suppose that she would have been faithful to me if she did not trust me and feel that this was right? You treated her so contemptuously when you came in.
Princess. I seem to have broken in upon the most incomprehensible romance!--Then you love the King? (CLARA nods her head.) He knows how to love, and make a woman happy! He is a dazzling creature!--We shall see now whether you are to suffer for all the hearts he has broken. You are not the first woman he has loved.
Clara. Princess!
Princess. Yes, let that sink into your mind! Your happiness is embroidered with tears!
Clara. It is cruel of you to reproach me with it.
Princess. Forgive me! I really did not mean that.--But there is still time to put on a more suitable dress. If you dare accept no gifts from the King--you might from some one else? A King's bride is a King's bride after all, you know!
Clara. He told me I should not need anything more than this.
Princess. Not in his eyes, I dare say. But we women know a little better!--If it were only a necklace? Will you accept this one? (Begins to unfasten hers.)
Clara. I knew you were kind.--But I daren't.
Princess. Why not?
Clara. Because--because people would think that--. (Bursts into tears. A pause.)
Princess. Listen, my child. The whole thing is sheer lunacy; but--as it cannot be altered--as soon as the court assembles I shall take my place at your side and not leave you till it is all over. Tell the King that! Good-bye!
Clara (going towards her). Princess!
Princess (kisses her, and whispers). Haven't you allowed him to kiss you, either?
Clara (in a whisper). Yes, I have.
Princess (kissing her once snore). Love him! (The sound of carriage wheels is heard. The BARONESS comes in.)
Baroness. I hear the King's carriage.
Princess. I don't wish to meet him. (Stretches out her hand to the BARONESS.) Baroness! (Points to the door through which the BARONESS has come in.) Can I get out that way?
Baroness. Yes. (She takes the PRINCESS out. A moment later the MAID ushers in the KING, who is dressed in plain clothes and wearing no decorations.)
The King. Clara!
Clara. My friend! (They embrace.)
The King. What does it mean?
Clara. What?
The King. The Princess' carriage here?
Clara. She told me to greet you. She has just gone, and--
The King. And--?
Clara. She said as soon as the court assembled she would take her place beside me and stay there till we left the palace.
The King. Is it possible?
Clara. It is _true_.
The King. You have conquered her! I know she could be conquered--she has a heart, as well as a head! It is a good omen!--So she offered to do _that_! What will our precious nobility have to say to that?
Clara. They are about the streets, aren't they?
The King. Ah, then you know?
Clara. I know, too, that there has been rioting outside the club.
The King. You know that too?--and are not afraid?
Clara. Perhaps I might have been--but there is something else that I am more afraid of. (Draws closer to the KING.)
The King. What is that?
Clara. You know. (A pause.)
The King. Have you been uneasy about him to-day too?
Clara. All day--incessantly. Something must have happened.
The King. Well, now I can tell you where he is.
Clara (eagerly). At last! Have you found him?
The King. Gran has been to see him.
Clara. Thank God! Is it far from here?
The King. This evening, immediately after the court, you and I will both start for there in a special train. We shall be there early to-morrow.
Clara (throwing her arms round his neck). Thanks, thanks! How good you are! Thanks! How is he? Is he ill!
The King. Yes.
Clara. I knew it? And implacable?
The King. Yes.
Clara. I feel it! (Nestles closer in his arms.)
The King. Are you afraid?
Clara. Yes!
The King. Dear, when you see him perhaps your fear will go.
Clara. Yes, only let me see him! Whatever he says, let me see him!
The King. Within twelve hours from now you shall! And I shall be with you.
Clara. The finest thing about you is your kindness. Oh, I am so glad you have come! I could not endure my fears any longer.
The King. There are dissensions going on about you!
Clara. Oh!--(Nestles in his arms again.)
The King. Bear up!--It will soon be over.
Clara. I believe it will. Yes, I know it will.--Let me walk about a little! (The KING walks up and down with her.)
The King. And turn our thoughts to something else! Do you know where I have come from?
Clara. Where?
The King. From our little house in the park.
Clara. Why, we drove past it yesterday!
The King. You will feel only _one_ person's presence there! Wherever you go, you will be surrounded by the thoughts I have had of you there. If you look out of the window, or go out on to the balcony--on every rock, by each turn of the stream--on the lawns, under the trees, among the bushes--everywhere you will find a thousand thoughts of you hidden. Breathe the words "my darling girl," and they will all come clustering round you!--Let us sit down.
Clara. It is all like a fairy tale.
The King. And I am the latest fairy prince! (He sits down and draws her on to his knee.) And you are the little maid who comes, led by good fairies, to the enchanted castle to wake him. He has been kept asleep by wicked spells for many, many years.
Clara. For many, many years!
The King. I am not really _I_, nor you _you_. The monarch was bewitched long ago. He was turned into a wild beast who gave reign to his passion by night and slept by day. And now the maiden of humble degree has become a woman and freed him from the spells.
Clara. Really! Ah, you are so clever at inventing things to cheat my fears away from me. And you always succeed. But after all, you know, I have no strength and no courage; I am so weak.
The King. You have more strength than I!--more than any one I have ever known.
Clara. No, don't say that; but--you may be sure of this!--if I did not feel that I had _some_ strength I would never try to throw in my lot with yours.
The King. I will explain to you what you are! Some people are tremendously more spiritual, more delicately constituted than others; and they are a hundred times more sensitive. And they fancy that is weakness. But it is just they who draw their strength from _deeper_ sources, through a thousand imperceptible channels. You will often find them with heads erect and valiant when others have gone under; they merely bend before the storm, with supple strength, when others break under it. You are like that!
Clara. You are very
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