The German Classics, v. 20: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English
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The German Classics, v. 20: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
A GIRL.
I'll pray with all my heart
For our poor Queen!
A 2D GIRL.
We all will pray--and curse
The King!
3D GUARD.
Thou slut, be still, and hold thy tongue!
Make haste into the church--go in!
1ST GUARD.
I hear
The lepers coming! hark!
3D GUARD.
Here, girl, thou'st dropped
Thy kerchief!
[He picks it up.]
THE GIRL.
Thanks!
1ST GUARD (taking the old man by the arm).
Take hold of me, old man.
Make haste.
[The doors of the church close: the stage
remains empty for a few seconds. The music
of the organ swells, and a hymn is heard.
Then, by snatches, first distantly, then
nearer, the rythmical rattling of the lepers
resounds.]
SCENE III
The lepers enter the courtyard. They are a wild pack dressed in gaudy
rags, and rumpled, armless cloaks with hoods; carrying long staves and
crutches; with colored cloths bound about their sinister foreheads.
Their faces are sunburnt, their hair is snow-white and streams in the
wind. Some have their heads shaved. Their arms and feet are bare.
Altogether they present a motley appearance, though the hardships of
their life, as a band forced to live together, give them the aspect of
weather-beaten and dried chaff driven hither and thither by the wind.
They stand shyly and rock unsteadily on their dried and shrunken
legs--silent and restless. Like ghosts of the noonday, they try to hush
their voices throughout the scene.
IWEIN (is the first to enter; the others file past him).
Come quick! They've all gone in!
A LEPER.
Right here
The cat shall catch the bird!
A YOUNG LEPER (wearing a wreath, made of three or four
large red flowers, in his dark hair).
Heisa! Heisa!
IWEIN.
Speak softly, there, lest ye disturb the mass.
AN OLD LEPER (feeble, and supporting himself on a crutch,
in the tone of the town crier, almost singing).
Today shall Queen Iseult, our good King's spouse
Be given to us, the lepers of Lubin--
So cried the herald!--
YOUNG LEPER.
Brother, brother, dance
With me, for I'm the bridegroom--Ah!--
OLD LEPER (in the same tone).
Today
Shall Queen Iseult--
[Every time that the old leper begins to
speak he is silenced by the others.]
YOUNG LEPER (striking him).
Thou fool!
(To a fourth leper.)
Come dance!
4TH LEPER.
Be still!
At noon to eat raw turnips, then at night
To have the Queen to sleep with in the straw!
Ha, ha! It makes me laugh!
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