Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne, 1832-1910 -- Translations into English; Drama
Bang (taking no notice of him). Aren't there whispers of the sort about?
But of course it can't be true.
Beggar Boy (pertinaciously). Please, kind gentlemen, spare a penny! I've
had nothing to eat to-day.
Bang. You have no right to beg.
The King. You have only the right to starve, my boy! Here! (Gives him
a gold coin. The BEGGAR Boy backs away from him, staring at him, and
gripping the coin in his fist.)
Bang. He never even thanked you! Probably the son of a socialist!--I
would never have opened this park to every one in the way your Majesty
has done.
The King. It saves the work-people a quarter of am hour if they can go
through it to get to their work.
(The GENERAL appears, driving the BEGGAR BOY before him with his stick.)
The General (to the BEGGAR). A gentleman sitting on a seat gave it you?
Point him out to me, then!
Bang (getting up). Good morning, your Majesty!
The King. Good morning! (Looks at his watch.)
The General. That gentleman, do you say?
The King (looking up). What is it?
The General. Your Majesty? Allow me to welcome you back!
The King. Thank you.
The General. Excuse me, sir; but I saw this fellow with a gold coin in
his hand, and stopped him. He says your Majesty gave it to him--?
The King. It is quite true.
The General. Oh--of course that alters the case! (To the BEGGAR.) It is
the King. Have you thanked him? (The boy stands still, staring at the
KING.)
The King. Are you taking a morning walk on an empty stomach because of a
weak heart, too?
The General. Because of my stomach, sir--because of my stomach! It has
struck work!
The Beggar Boy. Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! (Runs away.)
The General. I am astonished at your Majesty's having thrown this park
open to every one.
The King. It saves the work-people a quarter of an hour if they can
go through it to get to their work.--Well, General, it seems you have
become religious all of a sudden?
The General. Ha, ha, ha! Your Majesty has read my Order of the Day,
then?
The King. Yes.
The General (confidentially). Well, sir, you see things couldn't go on
any longer as they were. (Whispers.) Debauchery in the ranks! I won't
say anything about the officers; but when the men take to such courses
openly--!
The King. Oho!
The General. My brother the bishop and I, between us, composed an Order
of the Day on the subject of the necessity of religion--religion as the
basis of discipline.
The King. As a matter of fact the bishop was the first person I met here
to-day.--Is he suffering from a disordered stomach, too?
The General. More so than any of us, Sir! Ha, ha, ha! (The KING motions
to him to sit down.) Thank you, Sir.--But, apart from that, I have had
it in my mind for some time that in these troublous days there ought to
be a closer co-operation between the Army and the Church--
The King. In the matter of digestion, do you mean?
The General. Ha, ha, ha!--But seriously, Sir, the time is approaching
when such a co-operation will be the only safeguard of the throne.
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