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
(_Under_ THE CHILD'S _kisses and caresses_, THE STATUE _has
gradually taken life: the eyes open, the lips flutter, the face
begins to colour, the body loses its terrible stiffness, the arms
become supple and circle round the_ THE CHILD'S _neck_.)
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
(_Nestling against her_.) You're better, aren't you?... Not sleepy any
more?... How good it is, being together!... They're still looking for
you, you know.... And it's I who found you!... I knew, I knew....
THE PHANTOM
So did I, so did I.... I was waiting....
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
It's splendid, isn't it?... (_Nestling more closely_.) Oh, such fun!...
Do you like it too?
THE PHANTOM
Yes.... Yes, I am happy.
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
Why aren't you laughing?
THE PHANTOM
Because I am too happy.
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
So am I, so am I!... Don't look: I'm going to cry a little, but it
doesn't mean anything....
THE PHANTOM
(_Beginning to return his kisses and caresses_.) I'm going to cry too.
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
(_Intoxicated with rapture_.) You're kissing me!... Mummy!... Then it's
true, then it's true, it is you!... Again, again!... No, not any more: I
can't bear it!... Will they understand, will they be able to understand?
THE PHANTOM
Call them, it is time.
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
Don't cover your face: they wouldn't see it and they wouldn't believe
me.... (_Drawing aside the veils_.) Oh, mummy, how lovely you are!...
(_Her hair spreads all over her shoulders_.) Oh, mummy, your hair!...
What lots of it!... There, that's much better, I can kiss you better
so.... (_Listening_.) Listen, they're coming back! They're here!
(THE FIVE LITTLE ONES _come rushing headlong into the hall_.)
THE FIVE LITTLE ONES
Where is she?... Where is she?... Where is she?...
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
(_Standing up on the bench, beside his_ MOTHER, _showing her to the
others and dancing with delight_.) Here! Here!... She's here, she's
here!... I found her!...
(THE MOTHER _tries to rise and take them in her arms, but they do
not give her time. They fling themselves upon her, load her with
kisses and caresses, make her sit down again and clamber on her
knees, swarming and scrambling over her and all speaking
together_.)
THE FIVE LITTLE ONES
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