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The Goddess of Reason 25
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VOICES (_within_)
_Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira!
Les Aristocrats à la Lanterne!_
DE VARDES
_O Richard, O mon Roi,
L’univers t’abandonne!_
[_A howl from the mob._
THE MOB
Aristocrats!
GRÉGOIRE (_from the statue_)
Desperate!
[_The red caps_, DE VARDES, THE ABBÉ, _and_ DE BUC
_fight across the stage and exeunt_. GRÉGOIRE _follows
them_.
VOICES (_within_)
_Ça ira!_
_Enter women and children of the Revolution._
A WOMAN
Upon the church steps I will take my stand!
ANOTHER
I have brought my knitting.
A THIRD
And I.
A FOURTH
And I.
ALL (_singing_)
_We are the tricoteuses!
Dyed wool we knit while rumbles by the cart.
Knit! knit! all knitting in the sun._
_We are the tricoteuses!
Red wool we knit while soul and body part.
Knit! knit! the knitting now is done!_
[_They seat themselves upon the church steps._
A CHILD
Maman! Maman! how many carts will pass?
A WOMAN
None, sweeting, none! It is a holiday.
_Enter_ CÉLESTE, ANGÉLIQUE, _and_ NANON.
NANON
It was the very night of the great storm
From those dull convent walls she ran away!
CÉLESTE
Two years agone—
ANGÉLIQUE
Would she had stayed!
NANON
Ah, then,
You had been Goddess, Angélique!
ANGÉLIQUE
The witch!
With her dark skin and with her purple flower!
Let her beware! I know a thing or two!
CÉLESTE
_I_ know who comes from Paris back to Nantes!
This morning on the quai I saw him!
NANON (_eagerly_)
Is’t
That ci-devant, that black Aristocrat,
De Vardes?
CÉLESTE
The man your brother loves? The same.
NANON
I spit upon his name!
CÉLESTE
Denounced!
NANON
The set of sun
Will see him so, or my name’s not Nanon!
CÉLESTE
The Loire—the Loire will close above his head!
_Enter_ SÉRAPHINE.
SÉRAPHINE
Whose head?
NANON
The Citizen Vardes.
SÉRAPHINE
Monseigneur!
He’s in the prison of La Force at Paris!—
One truly told me so—He’s not in Nantes.
NANON
And if he were—
SÉRAPHINE (_stammering_)
Why—why—
NANON
And if he were,
You would not give him up! I know you well!
I know you, Séraphine!
SÉRAPHINE
And if you do,
You know no ill of me, Citoyenne!
CÉLESTE
Yvette
Would not give him up either.
ANGÉLIQUE
No, i’ faith!
I’ll take my oath on that!
SÉRAPHINE
Your oath, lint-locks!
It’s worth a deal, your oath! _Your_ mind I know!
You would be Goddess, you and not Yvette!
ANGÉLIQUE
Let her beware!
SÉRAPHINE
Yvette! She’s coming now!
Bright as the star that’s highest in the night!
And all the men have turned astronomers!
Faith! ‘tis easy work to worship Reason,
When Reason is a woman, and that fair!
ANGÉLIQUE
I’ve seen her gather seaweed on the shore!
SÉRAPHINE
And now she gathers hearts in her two hands.
ANGÉLIQUE
Oh! oh!
NANON
Would that my brother hated her!
Disdainful prude!
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THE MAN IN THE CLOAK
D’Alleray is dead;
Bailly is dead; Du Barry is dead.
THE CROWD
Ha!
A WOMAN
Ho! ho! The courtesan, she’ll kiss no more!
THE CROWD
She’ll kiss no more!
[_The man with the brush affixes the third placard._
THE BRETON
And this one, Citizen?
THE MAN IN THE CLOAK (_reads_)
_The Republic One and Indivisible.
It is Decreed
There is no God. To-day we worship Reason._
[_The crowd applauds._
A MAN
In a red mantle!
ANOTHER
That’s the Paris Reason!
Our Reason wears blue.
A THIRD
And oak leaves in her hair.
THE BRETON
Is Reason truly a woman?
THE MAN IN THE CLOAK
God knows!
A MAN
Ha! he says God! God is a word forbid!
THE MAN IN THE CLOAK
Then Reason knows.
A MAN
That’s better.
[_Singing within. A band of dancers, men and women,
whirl into the square._
THE CROWD
Carmagnole!
THE DANCERS
_Dansons la Carmagnole!
Vive le son, vive le son!
Dansons la Carmagnole!
Vive le son du canon!_
[_The crowd breaks and joins the dancers. They take
hands and with uncouth and extravagant gestures
circle once or twice around the statue, then with a
long cry exeunt._
A WOMAN
The great procession forms upon the quai!
ANOTHER
It winds and winds about and comes this way!
[_Exeunt men and women._ GRÉGOIRE _and the man
in the cloak remain_.
GRÉGOIRE
The priests are gone. It is Reason’s fête day.
THE MAN IN THE CLOAK
Reason, being a woman, will have her way.
GRÉGOIRE
Still, Monsieur l’Abbé—
THE ABBÉ
I am known!
GRÉGOIRE
To serve
Monsieur, I had the honour at Morbec.
THE ABBÉ
Monsieur le Baron’s seneschal, I think.
GRÉGOIRE
The same,—but I am gaoler now in Nantes.
THE ABBÉ
That night in June your musket would not fire!
Diable! I’ve played and lost! Well, fellow?
GRÉGOIRE
Hein?
THE ABBÉ
The wind blows cold in Nantes, and so I wear
This cloak! So long I’ve looked on fires of hell
I needs must have a hat to shade my eyes!—
But now I’ll cock it in the face of all—
Cold, wind, darkness, devils, and Republic!
GRÉGOIRE
I think the citizen has lost his head.
THE ABBÉ
Ay, and my heart as well. Holà! what’s that?
[_A noise without. Clash of steel and excited voices._
_Enter_ DE VARDES _and_ FAUQUEMONT DE BUC _pursued by
seven or eight red-capped men armed with pikes_. DE
VARDES _and_ DE BUC _use their swords_.
THE RED CAPS
Aristocrats! Aristocrats!
DE VARDES (_thrusting_)
Take that,
Republican!
DE BUC (_thrusting_)
Out, canaille!
THE ABBÉ
Here’s wine!
Have at you, brow-bound galley slaves!
DE VARDES (_over his shoulder_)
Ha! De Barbasan!
[_Wounds his adversary._
We’re at our last château!
THE ABBÉ
I’ve shut Voltaire! Here goes the candle out!
[_He throws his long cloak over the head of one of
the red caps and makes at another with his dagger._
DE VARDES
The window splinters!
[_He sends the pike flying from a red cap’s hand._
Take warning, sans-culottes!
THE ABBÉ
One, two, three!
DE BUC
My sword arm!
DE VARDES
Fight with your left.
I saw you do it at Nanci!
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YVETTE
You lie.
SÉRAPHINE (_angrily_)
Saint Yves! I lie! Do I? O Seigneur Dieu!
This is Yvette, the herd girl of Morbec!
This is Yvette, the daughter of Yvonne!
This is that same Yvette who swore one day
That rather would she meet the blight of hell
Than take one favour from a seigneur’s hand!
Once you were hungry! Go you hungry now?
You went in rags. Where is your ragged gown?
Barefoot—what’s that about that throat of thine?
I swear it is a jewel!—and we pine
For bread, we women of the Revolution!
[YVETTE _unclasps the jewel from her neck and lets
it fall_.
I lie, do I? Diable! Just prove I lie!
This night we make a little noise in Nantes
Shall show Aristocrats who is in danger!
Lalain will speak and all the bells will ring,
And Angélique will deck herself in red!
Steal through yon door, be of us evermore!
I lie, do I? Then show me that I lie!
YVETTE
In Nantes where do you lodge?
SÉRAPHINE
With Angélique
Under the Lanterne, Sign of the Hour Glass.
VOICES
Nanon! Nanon! You are missing the sights!
[_Distant music._
OTHER VOICES
_Allons, enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!_
NANON
Come, come away!
[SÉRAPHINE _unbars the door in the wall. It swings
open_.
SÉRAPHINE
Faith! One can see the Loire!
‘Tis fine to walk beside it ‘neath the moon!
YVETTE
Oh!—
VOICES
_Tremblez, tyrans! et vous perfides_,—
NANON
Away! Away!
YVETTE
I’ll go—I’ll go with you.
Ye fruit trees and thou fountain, fare ye well!
[_Exeunt_ YVETTE, SÉRAPHINE, NANON. _The door
swings to. Lightning and thunder._ SISTER FIDELIS
_appears in the convent door_.
VOICES (_dying away_)
_Aux armes, Citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!_
_CURTAIN_
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
_ACT III_
_A square in Nantes. On the left the deep porch of a church with
pillars. To the right and in the background, a perspective of
streets with tall, many-windowed houses. Opposite the church a
great plaster statue of Liberty. Over the church door is written
in white lettering: “The Republic One and Indivisible. Liberty,
Equality, Fraternity or Death. National Property.” A distant view
of the Loire. Men and women in holiday garb, wearing liberty caps
and great tricoloured cockades, cross and recross the square.
Life, movement, colour. Red the dominant note. It is the year
1794._
_Hoarse voices within. Hawkers of Revolutionary journals cross the
square._
A HAWKER
_Le Journal des Jacobins!_
ANOTHER
_Le Discours
De la Lanterne!_
_Enter_ GRÉGOIRE.
A THIRD
_L’Orateur du Peuple!_
A FOURTH
_Le père Duchesne! Le Père Duchesne!_
GRÉGOIRE (_stopping him_)
Here!—
[_He buys a paper._
And what to-day says Père Duchesne?
THE HAWKER
He says
That Paris envies Nantes her Carrier!
GRÉGOIRE
Humph!
A HAWKER
_La Bouche de Fer!_
ANOTHER
_Les Actes des Apôtres!_
A CITIZEN
I’ll buy the _Actes_.
ANOTHER
I’ll buy the _Bouche de Fer_.
[_Enter a man with a long brush and a pot of paste.
He proceeds to cover the wooden base of the Statue
of Liberty with placards._
THE CROWD
The placards! The placards!
A BRETON SAILOR
I cannot read!
[_He catches by the arm a man in a long cloak, with
a broad hat pulled low over his face._
Prithee, Citizen, what says the placard?
THE MAN IN THE CLOAK
It says Duport is dead; Biron is dead;
Barnave is dead.
THE CROWD
Ha, ha! Biron! Barnave!
A MAN
Through the little window they’ve looked at last!
_À bas les Aristocrats! Vive la Guillotine!_
ANOTHER
Ah, here in Nantes we drown them in the Loire!
THE CROWD
_Vive Carrier! Vive Lambertye! Vive Lalain!_
[_The man with the brush affixes a second placard._
THE BRETON
And this, Citizen?
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Séraphine!
SÉRAPHINE
Chérie!
YVETTE
Nanon!
NANON
Dear Yvette!
YVETTE
How gay you are! What of the Revolution?
SÉRAPHINE
It goes.
NANON
It goes well.
SÉRAPHINE
We have a new song!
Faith! ‘Tis a greater song than _Ça Ira_!
YVETTE (_sings_)
_Aux armes, Citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!_
SÉRAPHINE
That’s it!
NANON (_looking about her_)
So very triste it is in here!
SÉRAPHINE
So gay outside! All Nantes is dressed in red!
There’s a procession, and then to-night
We sit in the galleries to hear Lalain!
[_Distant music._
Hark to the fife! _Formez vos bataillons!_—
And your feet keep not time to the music!
YVETTE
But my heart, Séraphine, my heart keeps time.
SÉRAPHINE
Ho! Your heart is in barracks, says Céleste.
YVETTE
Céleste!
NANON
And Angélique.
YVETTE
Angélique!
SÉRAPHINE
Faith!
Angélique is in feather now you’re gone!
Cries _Vive la République!_ here in Nantes.
Rides on the cannon and handles a pike;
Thinks she’s in Paris and plays Théroigne,
And high from the galleries applauds Lalain!
NANON
He thinks not of her; he thinks of Yvette!
YVETTE
I care not of whom he thinks!
SÉRAPHINE
On a fête day,
In a car triumphal see her appear!
Dressed like a goddess just down from the skies,
All crowned with green oak leaves, borne shoulder high—
YVETTE
Angélique!
SÉRAPHINE (_nodding_)
Ah, you see you are not there!
But between you and me, red does not become her!
YVETTE
I should think not!—little blonde!
SÉRAPHINE
Ah, but red
Becomes you!
YVETTE
Yes!
SÉRAPHINE
Monseigneur’s gone from Nantes.
Yes, faith! I saw him ride away—
YVETTE
He’s gone!
Rememb’rest thou that lady fair and proud,
Madame la Marquise de Blanchefôret?
SÉRAPHINE
Ho!
(_To_ NANON.) Rememb’rest thou the Citoyenne Blanchefôret?
NANON
The proud piece! We are mire beneath her feet!
Last eve her coach threw mud upon my gown!
Let her beware! One day she’ll walk afoot.
Let her beware! And let him too beware
Who rode last eve beside her golden coach!
YVETTE
Ha, ha! ha, ha!
[_Music and voices in the street. Impatient knocking
at the door in the wall._
VOICES
Holà, Aristocrats!
Nanon! Séraphine!
NANON
Our friends await us.
SÉRAPHINE
We have business with the smith upon the quai,
Where by the old dovecot he fashions pikes!
VOICES
_Allons, enfants de la patrie!_
NANON
Come, come away! We’ll leave the nun alone
To say her beads for black Aristocrats!
How triste to be for aye in prison here!
YVETTE (_angrily_)
Prison! I am no prisoner, I!
NANON
Then come with us into the merry streets!
SÉRAPHINE
‘Twill be a heavy storm—all are within.
How easy ‘twere to slip away with us!
YVETTE
No, no!
VOICES
Citoyennes! Citoyennes!
NANON
Ma’m’selle!
YVETTE
Ma’m’selle!
NANON
Aristocrat!
YVETTE
Aristocrat!
SÉRAPHINE
Well—kept by an Aristocrat—
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