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 (_alone, shuts the door by which Saverny
went out_).
Go--
Go quickly! Oh, I feared lest Didier--
[_Midnight strikes._
Hark!
It's striking midnight! Didier should be here!
[_She goes to the balcony and looks into the street._
No one!
[_She comes back and sits down impatiently._
Late! To be late--so soon!
[_A young man appears behind the balustrade of the balcony, jumps over
it lightly, enters, places his cloak and sword on the armchair. Costume
of the day: all black: boots. He takes one step forward, pauses_ _and
contemplates Marion, sitting with her eyes cast down._
At last!
[_Reproachfully._
To let me count the hour alone!
DIDIER (_seriously_).
I feared
To enter!
MARION (_hurt_).
Ah!
DIDIER (_without noticing it_).
Down there, outside the wall,
I was o'ercome with pity. Pity? yes,
For you! I, poor, accursed, unfortunate,
Stood there a long time thinking, ere I came!
"Up there an angel waits," I thought, "in virgin grace,
Untouched by sin--a being chaste and fair,
To whose sweet face shining on life's pathway
Each passer-by should bend his knees and pray.
I, who am but a vagrant 'mongst the crowd,
Why should I seek to stir that placid stream?
Why should I pluck that lily? With the breath
Of human passion, why should I consent
To cloud the azure of that radiant soul?
Since in her loyalty she trusts to me,
Since virtue shields her with its sanctity,
Have I a right to take her gift of love,
To bring my storms into her perfect day?"
MARION (_aside_).
This is theology, it seems to me!
I wonder if he is a Huguenot?
DIDIER.
But when your tender voice fell on my ear,
I wrestled with my doubts no more--I came.
MARION.
Oh, then you heard me speaking--that is strange!
DIDIER.
Yes; with another person.
MARION (_quickly_).
With Dame Rose!
She talks just like a man, don't you think so?
Such a strong voice! Ah, well, since you are here
I am no longer angry! Come, sit down.
[_Indicating a place at her side._
Sit here!
DIDIER.
No! at your feet.
[_He sits on a stool at Marion's feet and looks at her for some
moments in complete silence._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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