Morituri: Three One-Act Plays: Teja—Fritzchen—The Eternal MasculineSudermann, Hermann
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Morituri: Three One-Act Plays: Teja—Fritzchen—The Eternal Masculine
Sudermann, Hermann
German drama -- Translations into English
Well, yes--and it is well known--Lanski is a dead shot. He is perhaps
the best shot anywhere hereabouts.... But still your wrist is in good
order. How can one throw the thing away like that? I have fought three
duels, and two of them under difficult conditions--eh--and--there, see
here! How can one say such a thing? How can one, man?
Fritz.
Father, the affair at this moment is in such a state that, after all, I
don't know whether I shall be granted a duel!
Major (_hoarsely_).
I don't understand that, Fritz.
Fritz.
Then don't ask me!... I can't say it, father.... I had rather bite off
my tongue. (_Pauses_.)
Major.
(_Goes to the door on the left, opens it, looks out, and closes it
again_.) Now speak! (_Wildly_.) Speak or----
Fritz.
For me, father, there is no more any "or." ... Whether you turn me out
or not, it is all the same.
Major (_softly, grinding his teeth_).
Do you wish to drive me mad, boy?
(Fritz _crying out_).
He whipped me--across the courtyard--out into the street--whipped me
like a beast!
Major (_after a silence_).
Where was your sabre? You could have run him through.
(Fritz _silent, with downcast eyes_.)
Major.
Where was your sabre, I ask you?
Fritz.
It was--not--at hand, father.
Major.
It was not at hand.... Hm!... Now I understand it all. Surely there is
nothing left to wish! And this catastrophe occurred when?
Fritz.
Yesterday evening, father!
Major.
At what time?
Fritz.
It was still--daylight!
Major.
Ha, ha!
Fritz.
Father, only don't laugh! Have pity on me!
Major.
Have you had pity on me?... Or on your mother? or on--on.... Just look,
look about you ... All that was made for you!... All that was waiting
for you.... For two centuries we Drosses have struggled and scraped
together and fought with death and devil merely for you.... The house
of Drosse was resting on your two shoulders, my son.... And you have
let it fall into the mire, and now you would like to be pitied!
Fritz.
Dear father, listen.... Since you have known it, I am quite calm....
What you say is all very true, but I cannot bear the responsibility
alone. Listen; when I came to you that time, on account of Agnes, my
whole heart was attached to her. So far as I was concerned, other men's
wives could go to the devil.
Major.
Did I drive you, then, after other men's wives?
Fritz.
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