The Goddess of Reason: A Drama in Five ActsJohnston, Mary
History
The Goddess of Reason: A Drama in Five Acts
Johnston, Mary
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Drama
Baptiste! Michael! Monik! Ronan!
How loudly rang the bells of Quiberon!
To beat of drum we danced beside the sea!
YOUNG MEN
Ho, ho! That day!
YVETTE
Eh, who spoke to us there,
Of glory, of France, and of Liberty?
Citoyen Deputy Rémond Lalain!
Red wine he gave to you, to me a flower!
Mon Dieu! I was so proud—
LALAIN
Yvette!
YVETTE (_to an old woman_)
Margot!
‘Twas I who watched with thee one stormy night
When all thy seven sons were out at sea!
THE OLD WOMAN
Ay, ay, and they came safely home to me!
YVETTE (_to a child_)
O little Jeanne, where is the doll I gave thee?
THE CHILD
Here!—‘tis named ‘Toinette!
A WOMAN (_with the child_)
She has another
Named Yvette!
YVETTE (_to a band of young women_)
Fifine, Laure, and Veronique!
The moon shone bright, there was no wind at all,
Below the heights the violet shadows slept,
All sweetly smelled the gorse and white buckwheat,
And dewy was the grass beneath our feet,
And wet with dew the poppies in our hair!
There came a sound of singing from the sea,
Our hands we linked, we sped around Tantad,
Fair shone the moon—
A YOUNG GIRL
Oh, Eves of Saint John!
A BRETON
_Iou! Iou! An Tan! An Tan! An Tan!_
SÉRAPHINE
Saint Ronan! Saint Primel!
THE CROWD
Yvette! Yvette!
Yvette Charruel!
YVETTE
O folk of Nantes!
There is a thing I want so badly, I!
Call it a fairing from the Fête of Reason,
And give the trifle to the poor Yvette,
The poor Yvette who’s done her best to please you!
Oh, I’ve music made for you to dance by,
And for you held on high the great tricolour;
And in the night-time sung to you of dawn!
And for you, too, I’ve plucked the lilies up,
Fast locked a door and flung away the key,
And left the ravished garden evermore!—
A priest would say my soul I had imperilled.
THE CROWD
No, no! No priests! Reason! Reason! Yvette.
YVETTE
This mantle blue, these oak leaves in my hair,
These sandals and this spear, this tunic white,
The wreathèd car, the music and the song!
All, all a mockery, unless, unless—
There is a thing I want so badly, I!
A COMMISSIONER
It is thine!
THE CROWD
Thine! Thine! Yvette Charruel!
YVETTE
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