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
RHEOU. We had to put constraint on her. And 'twas only when I led her to
this terrace, after the thunderbolt, and pointed out the scattered
soldiery, that she came to herself, that at length she perceived that
your God was the most powerful. "What," she cried, "'tis he, he, my
Satni, who shakes the heavens and the earth for me! For me!" she
murmured, "for me!" She would have kissed your sandals, offered you a
sacrifice, worshipped, adored you. See where she comes, with Mieris!
Stay.
SATNI. No.
_He goes. Rheou accompanies him. Mieris enters, bearing
flowers and led by Yaouma._
MIERIS [_listening_] Is he there?
YAOUMA. No.
MIERIS. Leave me.
_Yaouma goes out. Mieris left alone makes several hesitating
steps toward the statue of Isis, then goes up to it and
touches it. A pause._
MIERIS. If it be only of wood!
_A gesture of disillusion. She draws slowly away from the
statue, letting her flowers fall, broken-hearted, and begins
to weep. Rheou returns._
RHEOU. Why, Mieris--do you bring flowers to Isis still?
MIERIS. It is the last time. Listen, Rheou--We mast ask Satni to heal
me. Do not tell me it is not possible; he has healed Ahmarsti.
RHEOU. Healed Ahmarsti?
MIERIS, Yes. He made her drink a liquid wherein no doubt a good genius
was hidden, and the evil spirit that tormented her was driven forth.
RHEOU [_credulously_] Is't possible?
MIERIS. Every one saw it. And Kitoui--
RHEOU. Well?
MIERIS. Kitoui, the cripple, went this morning to draw water from the
Nile, before all her neighbors who marvelled and cried with joy. And she
had merely touched the hem of his garment, even without his knowing it.
He has healed the child of Riti, too, he knows gods more powerful than
ours--younger gods, perhaps, our gods are so old--If it were not so, how
could he have walked unscathed the road where the scarabs lay, that day
when he came home? Since then, men have seen him do a thousand forbidden
things, have seen him defy our gods by disrespect. Without the
protection of a higher power, how could he escape the chastisement
whereof another had died? Who are his gods? Rheou, he must make them
known to you.
RHEOU. He refuses.
MIERIS. For what reason?
RHEOU. The reason he gives is absurd--he says there are no gods--
MIERIS. No gods! no gods!--he is mocking you.
RHEOU. He is bound to secrecy, perhaps.
MIERIS. Rheou, know you that this Ahmarsti--these two years now, on the
day of Prodigies, have I heard her at my side howling prayers at the
goddess that were never answered.
RHEOU. I know. Satni declares he could have healed all whom the goddess
has relieved.
MIERIS [_to herself_] He relieves even those women whom she
abandons--[_After a pause_] He must teach you the words that work these
miracles.
RHEOU. He refuses.
MIERIS. Force him!
RHEOU. He says there are none.
MIERIS. Threaten him with death--he will speak.
RHEOU. No.
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