The Red Light of Mars; or, A Day in the Life of the Devil: A Philosophical ComedyBronson-Howard, George
Philosophy
The Red Light of Mars; or, A Day in the Life of the Devil: A Philosophical Comedy
Bronson-Howard, George
Devil -- Drama; Long Island (N.Y.) -- Drama
Set _me_ right in men’s eyes? Have _my_ conduct applauded by stupid
human beings? When the world applauds anybody whole-heartedly, without
a dissenting voice, be sure he’s a fool or a knave! Your whole being
has been in arms against me ever since I came to bring you wisdom. Now
that you think there’s a chance I’ll let you be a fool again, you talk
of setting me right! Let me be or I’ll repent it. (_To Fanny_) What
would you do if I made you realize that I don’t and can’t love you?
FANNY
I know you do.
THE DEVIL
But you can’t make me marry you?
FANNY
You wouldn’t want the scandal of a suit discrediting you with the world?
THE DEVIL
You’d do that, loving me?
FANNY (_gently_)
To bring you to your senses. You would be unhappy without me.
THE DEVIL
And unhappy with you.
FANNY
Not after the change that has come over me today.
THE DEVIL (_throwing up both hands_)
Useless—useless! I give in—I’m vanquished.
FANNY
Love conquers all, dear—
THE DEVIL
Oh, those damned novels! (_Fending her off_) Wait! Go in there! The
three of you. (_He points to the hall door_) Tell the chauffeur to get
ready to go back to New York, Fanny.
FANNY
One kiss, dear!
[_The Devil sighs heavily as he permits it._
FANNY (_in rapture_)
My dear one! My dearest!
[_The Devil points to door. Fanny goes with Mrs. Felix._
THE DEVIL (_to Doll_)
You, too!
[_Doll Blondin shrugs her shoulders and goes after the other two women._
THE DEVIL (_throwing himself down in utter weariness_)
I give in. I must find another body—go through another sentimental
riot before I can begin my work here again. Bernard Shaws don’t grow
in every village or every London. (_He rises and crosses toward the
window_) Oh, Mars! Mars! I’m homesick again. (_He stretches out his
hands_) Only a day away from you, and homesick already: homesick, how
homesick I am—
AGNUS (_trembling eagerly_)
I know, we’re not advanced enough for you yet. Why don’t you go back
and wait until we are?
THE DEVIL (_turning on him with a terrible look_)
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