The Betrothal: A Sequel to the Blue Bird; A Fairy Play in Five Acts and Eleven ScenesMaeterlinck, Maurice
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The Betrothal: A Sequel to the Blue Bird; A Fairy Play in Five Acts and Eleven Scenes
Maeterlinck, Maurice
Fairy plays; French drama -- Translations into English
(A CHILD'S _head appears for an instant between two columns and is
then briskly withdrawn, exclaiming_, "This way! This way! They're
here!" _Soon after, seven or eight_ CHILDREN _of about twelve years
of age, in short white tunics, with bare arms, legs and feet, run
up from the back of the hall and stop in front of the visitors. The
largest holds out his hand to_ TYLTYL.)
THE CHILD
Good-evening, grandpapa!
TYLTYL
Grandpapa?... Who's that?... Where is he?...
THE CHILD
(_Bursting into laughter_.) Why, it's you!
TYLTYL
(_Dumbfounded_.) I? Am I a grandpapa already?
THE CHILD
Of course you are, eighty times over!... We are the first to arrive. The
others are on their way.... (_To the other_ CHILDREN.) He doesn't seem
to believe it!
ANOTHER CHILD
You might give us a kiss.
TYLTYL
(_Kissing them all_.) I will! I will!... But how do I come to be a
grandpapa?
THE CHILD
Surely it's quite simple: you will be our grandpapa when we are your
grandchildren.
TYLTYL
Obviously, that's clear.... So you exist already?
THE CHILD
Naturally, since you yourself exist.... I say, are those the grandmammas
you're bringing us?
TYLTYL
Yes; it seems you're to pick out the best one.
ANOTHER CHILD
(_Clapping his hands and dancing for joy_.) Oh, how pretty they are!...
(_Throwing himself into_ JALLINE'S _arms_.) I take this one, because she
is so soft!...
ANOTHER CHILD
(_Throwing his arms round_ AIMETTE'S _neck_.) And I this one, because
she is so sad!...
ANOTHER CHILD
(_Kissing_ ROSELLE.) I choose this one, because's she's always
laughing!...
THREE OTHER CHILDREN
(_Each taking one of_ THE GIRLS, _kissing and fondling her and laughing
and skipping with delight_.) And I choose this one, because she smells
so nice!... I choose this one!... I choose this one!...
THE FIRST CHILD
(_Intervening_.) One moment, one moment, if you please.... This has
nothing to do with us; our turn will come. You know that only the
smallest have the right to choose who is to be their mother. All we have
to do is to help them with our advice and to stop them if they make
mistakes; but that's a thing which has never happened yet. They were
quite some distance away, at the principal gate, but they won't be long
now.
TYLTYL
Here come some bigger ones!
(_Enter a new group of_ CHILDREN, _apparently about fifteen years
of age. The oldest goes to_ TYLTYL _and shakes hands with him_.)
THE OLDEST CHILD
Good-evening, great-grandfather!...
TYLTYL
Who's that? I? I'm a great-grandfather now!...
THE OLDEST CHILD
Of course you are!... I am very glad to see you for a minute, for we
shall most nicely not have the pleasure of meeting on earth.... Well, I
understand that your visit to the Ancestors was not much of a success.
TYLTYL
Let's rather put it that they hadn't quite made up their minds. But how
is it that you already know what happened there?
THE OLDEST CHILD
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