Lords and Lovers, and Other DramasDargan, Olive Tilford
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Lords and Lovers, and Other Dramas
Dargan, Olive Tilford
American drama -- 20th century
_Adr._ I would not consent to Petrizoff's death.
_Soph._ [_Lifting her head_] O! [_Regarding him steadily_] You refused
your consent when you knew that his death would save me?
_Adr._ [_Lowering his eyes_] I did.
_Soph._ He, a murderer, whose death has been justly due a thousand
times, and I, innocent, the woman you say you love----
_Adr._ [_Bowing his head, not meeting her look_] I have told you the
truth.
_Soph._ And that is why we part forever?
_Adr._ That is why.
_Soph._ Because I could not forgive you?
_Adr._ No. I should want more than forgiveness. I should want you to
understand.
_Soph._ That you were right?
_Adr._ Yes.
_Soph._ And I couldn't understand?
_Adr._ [_Still hopelessly, not looking at her_] No.
_Soph._ [_Coming nearer_] And we part forever? [_He makes no answer.
She comes nearer_] Forever? [_He is still silent. She comes near enough
to turn his face to hers_] Forever, Adrian?
_Adr._ Sophie! [_Takes her in his arms_]
_Soph._ O, do you think I will ever leave you now?
_Adr._ You _do_ understand!
_Soph._ [_Smiling_] That I can never be in your way? You will always
sacrifice me first? Yes, I knew that all the time, but you didn't.
_Adr._ And it makes no difference?
_Soph._ How can it when I love you?
_Adr._ I wonder if _God_ understands women.
_Soph._ O, some of them. The rest He made to puzzle over when eternity
hangs on His hands.
_Adr._ [_Kissing her_] Heaven-heart!
_Soph._ [_Releasing herself_] That must wait. We haven't a minute----
[_They hear steps outside, and stand waiting. Orloff and two
guards enter_]
_Orl._ It is my turn to be surprised, your highness. I suppose you are
here to assure _this_ prisoner of safety.
_Soph._ What prisoner?
_Orl._ Adrian Lavrov.
[_Guards put fetters on Adrian's wrists_]
_Adr._ For what crime am I arrested?
_Orl._ [_To guards_] Keep him here until I return.
_Adr._ For what crime?
_Orl._ For crime sufficient.
_Adr._ I insist upon knowing.
_Orl._ You will know soon enough--in the next world. They say
everything is known there.
_Soph._ He is ashamed to tell you. You are arrested as chief instigator
in the burning of Yaltowa.
_Adr._ Is it possible?
_Soph._ More than possible. It is so. That is the crime you will die
for unless you are rescued by a rising of the people.
_Adr._ That must not be!
_Orl._ Don't worry. We are giving your friends enough to think about.
[_Sophie has gradually neared the door. Orloff steps before her_]
_Orl._ Pardon me, your highness. You invited me into your carriage a
few hours ago. I beg to return the courtesy.
_Soph._ Let me pass!
_Orl._ You will leave here only under my escort.
_Soph._ I know where I shall die then.
_Orl._ You have cost me one prisoner.
_Soph._ What proof have you?
_Orl._ None--yet. But I know it.
_Soph._ O wonderful sagacity!
_Orl._ And I shall lay my reasons before Petrizoff.
_Soph._ I suppose you believe, too, that I would rescue the Shepherd of
Lonz?
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