Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By BrieuxBrieux, Eugène
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Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By Brieux
Brieux, Eugène
French drama
THE PRESIDENT. Not at all! And your peroration! [_With an artist's
curiosity_] You were really, were you not, under the stress of a great
emotion, a really great emotion?
VAGRET [_gravely_] Yes, I was under the stress of a great emotion, a
really great emotion.
THE PRESIDENT. You turned quite pale when you faced the jury--when you
added, in a clear voice, "Gentlemen, I demand the head of this man!"
VAGRET [_his eyes fixed_] Yes.
THE PRESIDENT. Then you made a sign to the advocate.
VAGRET. Yes. I thought he would have something else to say.
THE PRESIDENT. But why delay the verdict? You had won the victory.
VAGRET. Precisely.
THE PRESIDENT. What do you mean?
VAGRET. During my indictment a fact came to light that worried me.
THE PRESIDENT. A fact?
VAGRET. Not a fact--but--in short--[_A pause_] I beg your pardon--I am
very tired--
THE PRESIDENT. I can very well understand your emotion, my dear
Vagret. One always feels--on the occasion of one's first death
sentence--but--you will see one gets used to it. [_Going out, to
Bunerat_] Indeed, he does look very tired.
BUNERAT. I fancy he is feeling his position too keenly.
VAGRET. As I was leaving the Court I met the Attorney-General. I begged
him urgently to give me a moment's conversation. I wanted to speak with
him alone--and with you, Monsieur le President.
BUNERAT. As you wish.
MADAME VAGRET. I am afraid you are unwell, my dear. I shall wait there.
I will come back directly these gentlemen have gone.
VAGRET. Very well.
MADAME BUNERAT [_going out, to her husband_] There's a man ready to do
something stupid.
BUNERAT. That doesn't concern us.
_They go out._
SCENE VIII:--_Vagret, the President of Assizes, then the
Attorney-General._
THE PRESIDENT. Did you notice any mistake on my part in the direction of
the case?
VAGRET. No, if any mistake was made, it was I who made it.
_The Attorney-General enters._
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. What is this that is so serious, my dear sir?
VAGRET. It's this--I am more worried than I can say. I want to appeal to
the conscience of you two gentlemen--to reassure myself--
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. Tell us.
VAGRET. A whole series of facts--the attitude of the accused--certain
details which had escaped me--have given rise, in my mind, to a doubt as
to the guilt of this man.
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. Was there any mention of these facts, these details,
in the brief?
VAGRET. Certainly.
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. Had the advocate studied this brief?
VAGRET. Naturally.
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. Well, then? What are you worrying yourself about?
VAGRET. But--suppose the man is not guilty?
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. The jury will decide. We can do no more, all of us,
than bow to its verdict.
VAGRET. Let me tell you, sir, how my convictions have been shaken.
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. I do not wish to know. All that is a matter between
yourself and your conscience. You have the right to explain your
scruples to the jury. You know the proverb: "The pen is a slave, but
speech is free."
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