The Joy of Living (Es lebe das Leben): A Play in Five ActsSudermann, Hermann
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The Joy of Living (Es lebe das Leben): A Play in Five Acts
Sudermann, Hermann
German drama -- Translations into English
Isn't it more than you can bear?
Kellinghausen.
Perhaps--but it can't be helped. I had to have these people--I've got
to go through with it.
Beata.
Yes, you've got to go through with it. And so have I. I need them more
than you do.
Kellinghausen.
You? Why?
Beata.
You will see later.
Kellinghausen.
You have no right to keep anything from me----
Beata.
Are you keeping nothing from _me_? (_He turns away_.) Michael, here is
a letter in which I have written something I can't well say to you.
Will you promise not to open it till luncheon is over?
Kellinghausen.
Yes.
Beata.
You give me your word?
Kellinghausen.
Yes.
Beata (_giving him the letter_).
Here it is.
Kellinghausen.
Thank you. Then--I suppose--we-- (_Goes to the door_.)
Beata.
Michael!
Kellinghausen.
Eh?
Beata.
You know I'm not very strong--oh, don't misunderstand me! I'm not
trying to work on your feelings--but you know how much is at stake. If
Richard Voelkerlingk should die suddenly, and I----
Kellinghausen (_tortured_).
I beg of you, Beata! I----
Beata.
Well?
Kellinghausen.
Go on.
Beata.
You had something to say.
Kellinghausen (_confused_).
I--I was only going to tell you--that there will be no duel.
Beata.
Ah.--Then the danger I spoke of is removed, and I----
_Enter_ Conrad.
Conrad.
His Highness Prince Usingen and Baron Brachtmann are in the
drawing-room.
Kellinghausen.
I will come at once. (Conrad _goes out_.)
Beata.
If you don't mind I will join you at table.
Kellinghausen.
You are not well.
Beata (_carelessly_).
It's nothing to speak of. Don't keep them waiting.--(Kellinghausen
_stands before her, shaken with tearless sobs_. Beata _goes up to him
and lays her hand softly on his arm_.) Michael, dear, when I think how
I have hurt you I should like to fall down before you and kiss your
hands--I should like to show you--what is in my heart--but it's too
late to say such things now----
Kellinghausen.
Good-bye. (_He goes out_. Beata _rings and_ Conrad _enters_.)
Beata.
Ask Countess Ellen to bring me my drops. (Conrad _goes out_. Beata
_stretches out her arms and passes her hands over her face_.)
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