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
RENE. But I can't give you up.
THERESE. I've lost every penny, Rene dear.
RENE. But I don't love you any the less for that. I can't give you up,
Therese. I _can't_ give you up. I love you, I love you.
THERESE. Oh, Rene, don't! I need all my courage to face this. Help me.
Don't you see, your people will never consent now.
RENE. My uncle told me so. But I'll see them. I'll persuade them. I'll
explain to them.
THERESE. You know very well they never really liked me, and that they'll
be glad of this opportunity of breaking it off.
RENE. I don't know what to do. But I _cannot_ give you up. What would
become of me without you? You're everything to me, everything. And
suddenly--because of this dreadful thing--I must give up my whole life's
happiness.
THERESE. Your people are quite right, Rene.
RENE. And you, _you_ say that!
_He hides his face in his hands. A silence._
THERESE [_gently removing his hands_] Look at me, Rene. You're crying.
Oh, my dear love!
RENE [_taking her in his arms_] I love you, I love you!
THERESE. And I love you. Oh, please don't cry any more! [_She kisses
him_] Rene, dear, don't cry any more! You break my heart. I can't bear
it, I'm forgetting all I ought to say to you. [_Breaking down_] Oh, how
dreadful this is! [_They cry together. Then she draws herself away from
him, saying_] This is madness.
RENE. Ah, stay, Therese.
THERESE. No. We mustn't do this; we must be brave. Oh, why did you come
here? I was going to write to you. We're quite helpless against this
dreadful misfortune.
RENE. I don't know what to do! But I _can't_ give you up.
THERESE [_to herself_] I must do the right thing. [_To him_] Rene, stop
crying. Listen to me.
RENE. I love you.
THERESE. Yes; there's our love. But besides that there's life, and life
is cruel and too strong for our love. There is your future, my dearest.
RENE. My future is to love you. My future is nothing if I lose you. [_He
buries his face in his hands_]
THERESE. You can't marry a girl without any money. That's a dreadful
fact, like a stone wall. We shall only break ourselves to pieces if we
dash ourselves against it. Listen, oh, please listen to me. Don't you
hear what I'm saying? Rene--dear.
RENE. I'm listening.
THERESE. I give you your freedom without any bitterness or hardness.
RENE. I don't want it!
THERESE. Now listen. You mustn't sacrifice your whole life for a love
affair, no matter how great the love is.
RENE. It's by losing you I shall sacrifice my life.
THERESE. Try and be brave; control yourself. Let us face this quietly.
Suppose we do without your people's consent. What will become of us? Try
to look the thing in the face. How should we live? Rene, it's horrible
to bring our love down to the level of these miserable realities, but
facts are facts. You know very well that if you marry me without your
father and mother's consent, they won't give you any money. Isn't that
so?
RENE. Oh! father is hard.
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