Fires of St. John: A Drama in Four ActsSudermann, Hermann
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Fires of St. John: A Drama in Four Acts
Sudermann, Hermann
German drama -- Translations into English
the heathenism within us; and though we be happy in sunshine and
according to law, to-night is St. John's night. To its ancient pagan
fires I empty this glass. To-night they shall burn and flame up
high--high--and again high! Will no one drink to my toast?
[_Pause_.]
Marie.
[_Trembling_.] I will!
[_They look into each other's eyes and clink glasses_.]
Gertrude.
[_Hesitatingly_.] I, too, George!
George.
[_Stroking her hair sadly, patronizing_.] Yes, yes; you, too.
Brauer.
[_Suddenly bursting out_.] You--you idiots! What do you know about it,
anyway? I--I didn't understand it myself, but I have a presentiment
there is something sinful about it all!
Pastor.
My dear Mr. von Harten, above all your heathenism watches our good old
God, our Father, and therefore I fearlessly drink to your toast.
Brauer.
Well, well, I'll not be the only exception. [_Drinks also. A glow much
nearer, behind the trees. Louder yelling and laughter_.] Well, what is
it now?
Paul.
They are dangerously near the sheds now.
Brauer.
Didn't I tell you to take the proper precautions?
Paul.
I did. They had only three tar-barrels early this evening. Where they
got the fourth from, I don't know.
Brauer.
I'll wager they found the barrel of axle-grease! Why didn't you lock it
up?
Paul.
You know yourself, on this day no lock or key is of any avail.
Brauer.
Don't talk nonsense, but see what's to be done. I will be there myself,
presently. Be quick! [Paul _exits_.] I can't depend on anybody these
days! Where is my hat? [Marie _gets it_.]
Gertrude.
Can't we go, too, papa?
Brauer.
Will you come, wife?
Mrs. Brauer.
Yes, gladly, but stop scolding. There isn't a breath of air stirring,
and therefore no danger.
Brauer.
Come along, Pastor!
[_Exit_ Brauer, George, Gertrude _and_ Mrs. Brauer.]
Pastor.
Won't you accompany us, Miss Marie?
Marie.
No, thank you, Pastor!
Pastor.
Then may I remain with you for a while?
Several Voices.
[_Outside, calling_.] Pastor, Pastor!
Pastor.
[_Speaks through door_.] I will be with you in a moment! [_To_ Marie.]
Well, may I!
Marie.
Why, certainly, if it gives you pleasure!
Pastor.
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