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
YAOUMA [_crossly_] Oh! I do not love you now!--Yes, yes, yes, I love
you! [_A pause_] So it pleased you then, when you were going away in the
galley, to see me run barefoot on the bank--?
SATNI. Yes.
YAOUMA [_angry_] But speak! speak! [_Checking herself, then more coaxing
still_] You wanted to weep? No? You said you did. For my part I know
not, then, I could see nothing. But the day of your return, when you
learned I was chosen for the sacrifice, then, then I saw your eyes--You
love me--You said to me you would prevent me going to the Nile. I
believed you not--you remember--Why! even yesterday, yes, yesterday
again, in spite of all your words, I was resolved to escape and go to
the temple. It needed this proof of your power!--tell me, it was you who
shook the heavens and the earth for me.
SATNI. No.
YAOUMA. Again!--You must think but little of me, to believe I should
reveal what you bade me keep secret. [_She lays her hands on Satni's
cheeks_] It _was_ you, was it not?
SATNI. No, no, no! a thousand times no!
YAOUMA. It was your gods then, your gods whom I know not.
SATNI. No.
YAOUMA. Who was it then?
SATNI. No one.
YAOUMA [_out of countenance_] No one! [_A pause_] You possess no power
that other men have not?
SATNI. No.
YAOUMA [_the same_] You seem as one speaking truth.
SATNI. I speak the truth.
YAOUMA. 'Tis a pity!
SATNI. Why?
YAOUMA. It would have been more beautiful. [_A long grave pause_] To go
in the barge, on the Nile, that too had been more beautiful.
_Rheou and the Steward enter_
RHEOU [_agitated_] Go in, Yaouma. [_To the Steward_] Conduct her to her
mistress--and make known to her what has passed. [_Yaouma and the
Steward go out_] Satni, terrible news has come to me: the Pharaoh,
finding the people's enmity increase against him, has taken fright, and
striking first, the blow has fallen on me. My goods are confiscated. I
am sent to exile. The palace Chamberlain, but now, brought me the order
to quit my house to-day, and deliver myself to the army leaving for
Ethiopia.
SATNI. Can you do nothing against this order?
RHEOU. Yes. I can kill those who gave it.
SATNI. Kill!
RHEOU. Listen. I bring you the means to win the triumph of your ideas,
and at the same time serve my cause. I can arm all the dwellers on my
lands. We two must lead them. They will follow you, knowing you all
powerful. Nay, hear me--wait. The soldiers, who fear you, will not dare
resist us, we shall kill the high priest, the Pharaoh if need be--we
shall be masters of Egypt.
SATNI. I would not kill.
RHEOU. So be it. Enough that you declare yourself ready to repeat the
miracle of yesterday.
SATNI. I would not lie.
RHEOU. If you would neither kill nor lie, you will never succeed in
governing men.
SATNI. I would fight the priests of Ammon, not imitate them.
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