The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, EsmeraldaHugo, Victor
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The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda
Hugo, Victor
French drama -- 19th century -- Translations into English
MARION (_hiding her eyes_).
The grewsome thing!
DIDIER.
I could sign nothing with intenser joy!
[_The Guards form themselves into a line to lead them away._
SAVERNY (_to some one in the crowd_).
Sir, step aside and let that young child see!
DIDIER (_to Saverny_).
My brother, 'tis for me you suffer death;
Let us embrace each other! [_He embraces Saverny._
MARION (_running to him_).
And for me
No kisses, Didier!
DIDIER (_indicating Saverny_).
This is my friend, madame!
MARION (_clasping her hands_).
How hard you are upon me, a poor thing,
Who always on my knees to king or judge
Have begged mercy for you from every one!
Pardon of them for you; pardon of you for me!
DIDIER (_rushes to Marion, trembling, and bursting into tears_).
No, I cannot! The torture's horrible!
No, I have loved too much to leave her so!
It is too hard to keep a cold, impassive face
When underneath the heart is breaking down.
Come to my arms, oh, woman, come!
[_Presses her convulsively to his heart._
I love you!
I'm about to die. Before them all,
It is my loftiest joy to tell you this:
I love you!
MARION.
Didier!
[_Embraces her again with rapture._
To my heart, oh, come!
You who behold this direful tragedy,
I wonder if there's one of you who would
Refuse love unto one who'd given herself
Entirely and unceasingly to him?
Oh, I was wrong! Say, would you have me face
Eternity without a pardon from
Her lips? No! Stand by me and listen, love:
Among all womankind--and those who hear
Will prove me right by their own hearts--the one
I love, the one in whom I trust, the one
I venerate is you--is always you!
For you were kind, devoted, loving, good.
My life is almost ended. When death's near
A clearer light illuminates all things.
If you deceived me, 'twas excess of love;
And if you fell, have you not cruelly atoned?
Perhaps your mother--life's so hard--forgot
You in your cradle, as my mother did;
When you were young and helpless, perhaps they sold
Your innocence. Ah, lift up your white brow!
And listen, all of you. At such an hour
The earth is a mere shadow and the heart
Speaks true. Well, at this moment, from the height
Of the dread scaffold--and there's naught so high
When guiltless souls ascend it--here,
I say to you, Marie, angel of light,
Whose luster earth has dimmed, my love, my wife,
In God's name, before whom I soon shall stand,
I pardon you.
MARION (_suffocated with tears_).
Ah, Christ!
DIDIER.
It is your turn.
Speak now, and pardon me!
[_He kneels before her._
MARION.
Didier!
DIDIER.
Your pardon,
Love! I was the most at fault, the most
Unkind. God has chastised you much through me.
Weep for me when I'm gone, because to have
Hurt you is such a burden to take hence
Into eternity. Don't leave it on me;
Pardon me!
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