The Burgomaster of Stilemonde: A Play in Three ActsMaeterlinck, Maurice
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The Burgomaster of Stilemonde: A Play in Three Acts
Maeterlinck, Maurice
World War, 1914-1918 -- Drama
He always carries his own among his kit. In any case, if all the arms
are at the Town-hall, you have no cause for alarm. Do you answer for
your servants? Are there no disaffected ones among them?
THE BURGOMASTER
What do you call disaffected? They are irritated, incensed, indignant,
exasperated, that’s natural enough; but they know how to restrain
themselves and are not such fools as to attempt a useless murder, which
would entail the destruction of the town and the death of hundreds of
innocent victims, as at Dinant, Andenne, Louvain and Aerschot. I know
them; they will be patient and bide their time.
OTTO
What time?
THE BURGOMASTER
The time that will come later.
OTTO
I don’t understand you. Here you are talking like our worst enemies!
THE BURGOMASTER
Do you expect me to be one of your friends? Would you insult me by
numbering me among those who.... But I won’t say what I was going to
say, it’s better not.... This incident has unnerved me. For I know that
I am responsible and that if any unpleasantness occurs, it will be on
my head.
OTTO
I hear footsteps outside the house. (_Going to the balcony-window and
opening it._) Is that you, Sergeant Hartung? What is it?
THE SERGEANT
(_In the garden below, unseen._) I don’t know, sir. I saw Lieutenant
von Schaunberg go that way.
OTTO
When?
THE SERGEANT
A quarter of an hour ago.
OTTO
(_To the_ BURGOMASTER.) It’s what I told you: he has gone shooting in
the wood.
THE SERGEANT
Beg pardon, sir, he had no gun with him.
OTTO
Are you sure? That’s odd. Well, run and see what it is, instead of
standing there gaping!
THE SERGEANT
Very good, sir. I was just going when you stopped me. But a lot of my
men are there already.
OTTO
I hear shouts. There’s something I don’t like about this. But here’s
one of your men coming back; he’ll tell us what has happened.
THE SERGEANT
Hurry up, there! What was it?
THE SOLDIER
(_Also in the garden, unseen._) The Lieutenant? Where’s the Lieutenant?
OTTO
Here. What’s the matter? Why don’t you speak?
THE SOLDIER
Sir! Lieutenant von Schaunberg! He’s been murdered.
OTTO
What? Who? Come nearer! What are you saying?
THE SOLDIER
He’s dead.
OTTO
When? How? Send for a doctor. I’ll come down. Perhaps he’s only wounded.
THE SOLDIER
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