r. b" Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2008 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/fantasticksromanOOrostrich A Romantic Comedy in "Three Acts by E D M o N D R o s t and F r c e 1 >' Done into English r e r s e by G K o R G E Fleming^ ', , ; .: v\'\r', > J ) J H ^M J^cta iotft R. H. RUSSELL /goo BY THE SAME AUTHOR Uniform with this Volume CYRANO DE BERGERAC A Play in Five Acts • c • • • • • Copyright, 1900, by ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL PERSONS OF THE PLAT Percinet A Lover Straforel A Bravo BfRCiAMIN Father to Percinet Pas^uin Father to Sylvette Blaise . A Gardener Syl\ ette ( Daughter of Pasquin ( in love with Percinet Bravos, Musicians, Negroes, Torch-bearers, a NotarYj Witnesses, Wedding-Guests, etc. The Scene to take place where one pleasesy provided the Costumes are pretty enough M101833 THIS VKK3IOX OF " LES ROMANTIQUES " WAS FIRST PRODUCED AT THE ROYALTY THEATRE MAY Z9j 1900 THE FANTA^nCKS ACT I The stage is divided by an old mossy wall covered with climbing plants and vines. To the right a bit of Bergamin's park ; to the left the park be- longing to Pasquin. Benches against the wall on either side. The curtain rising discloses Percinet seated on the top of the wall, with a book on his knee. He is reading aloud to Sylvette, who listens atten- tively from the other side of the wall, against which she leans, standing on the bench L. Sylvette [clasping her hands in admiration, and looking at Percinet]. How beautiful ! how beautiful ! dear Percinet, — [she checks herself, looks down, and adds shyly] — dear friend. Percinet [tuith enthusiasm, but absorbed in his book]. Wait till you hear the lovely, perfect end ! Now, Romeo : [He reads.] ' Look, love, what envious streaks A 2 THE FA NTA STICKS ;• t)o lace tte severing clouds in yonder east ; ' Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day ' Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-top ' : [With expression.'] ' I must be gone and live ; or stay and ' Sylvette \who 1ms been listening to some imaginary sound, interrupts him sharply]. Stop ! Listen ! [She looks about in alarm.] Percinet [after listening]. No ! — nothing to be seen or heard. [Half tender, half bantering]. Sylvia ! your heart is like a little bird That flutters from her nest if leaves but stir. Cease trembling, Faintheart! [Takes up book.] Listen now to Her — That Juliet, whose love could never die. [He reads.] * Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I ; ' It is some meteor that the sun exhales ' To be to thee this night a torch-bearer.' . . . Then He : — * Yon grey is not the morning's eye, ' 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow ; ' Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat THE FANTASTICKS 3 .' The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : ' I have more care to stay than will to go.' {He looks up and speaks with emotion.] ' Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so ! ' Sylvette [childishly]. No, no ! — not that. Oh ! do not let him die ! If you go on, I '11 — weep. Percinet [turning to her with a sudden smile]. I would not have you cry. And, since my lady's pleasure sits that way, [He looks at his book, and shuts it.] Let noble Romeo live another day. [He looks about him.] How the leaves rustle ! How those great boughs seem Bending and brooding over Shakespeare's dream ! 'Sylvette. Yes ; they are beautiful, enchanted speeches : / love them too. And all these waving beeches Sway to their rhythm in a mood divine. yes, I, too, have found your Shakespeare fine. Only, [naively] his verse is finer, Percinet, When you recite it. For — you have a way 4 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet [delighted, but protesting]. Flatterer ! Sylvette [nodding her head gravely]. A certain way of saying certain things — [She sighs.] But those poor lovers [Mmrnfully.] Ah, what sufferings ! [She sighs.] They make me think Percinet [quickly]. Of whom 1 Sylvette [blushing, embarrassed]. Oh ! — no one whom one knows. Percinet [half teasing]. And is that why your face becomes a rose 1 Sylvette [putting her hands to her cheeks]. No one ! THE FANTASTICKS 5 Percinet. Ah, Sylvia ! [Threatening her with his finger.] Those transparent eyes Can hide no secrets — save of Paradise. [Mysteriously.] Our own two fathers you remembered then. Sylvette. Perhaps I did. Percinet. Two angry, worthy men, Whom long hate sunders Sylvette. And hate can divide. When I 've remembered that [sadly] I 've — very often — cried. For when I first grew up — a whole long month ago — And left my convent's shade to see the great world's show, [she waves her hands towards the trees, etc.] My father brought me here, beside these mossy stones, And showed me, over there, the park your father owns. 'Look, child,' he said, 'yon fair wood is the den Where lurks my mortal foe, the worst of living men — 6 THE FANTASTICKS A certain Master Bergamin, whose son Must never cross thy path. — I bid thee shun All sight, all contact with that loathed name. Thy hate and mine must show an equal flame, Or I renounce thee. Promise ! — or be cursed ! ' \8olemnly^ I promised. \Wiili a change of voice.'] But I had not seen you first ! Percinet. And did I not the same mad oath repeat ^ I swore to hate you. And — I love you, Sweet. Sylvette [starting hack]. Love me ? Percinet [firmly]. I love you. Sylvette [faltering]. But — that is a crime. Percinet [grandiloquently]. It is. What matter 1 Every single time Love is forbid, love seeks some swifter way. [Violently.] I love you. — Kiss me. THE FANTASTICKS 7 Sylvette. Fie, fie, Percinet ! [She jumps down from the bench and runs away.] Percinet [with reproachful surprise']. . And yet — you love me. Sylvette [scandcdised]. Oh! Percinet. But, dearest child, I put your thought in words. We were beguiled If we still doubted. What I speak, you 've said. You said it, Sylvia. You compared the dead Immortal lovers of Verona Sylvette [putting her hands to her ears]. " No! Percinet. — To us, my Juliet ! — / am Eomeo. Sylvette. I never did compare 8 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. Our battling fathers, Sweet, Remember them. And see me at thy feet, fairer Juliet ! — Brother Montagu, [stretching out his arms] You had the old love ; have I not the new ? [With emphasis f turning to Sylvette.] Well as they loved, I '11 love you better yet, Eight in the teeth of Father Capulet. Sylvette [drawing a little nearer the wall]. But are we lovers ? Can love t)e so swift ? Percinet Love never bargains o'er his royal gift. I watched you pass my door Sylvette [naively]. And I saw too. Percinet Our eyes had spoken ere your name I knew. Sylvette One day I looked for nuts beside this wall ; It was by chance the fantasticks 9 Percinet. By chance — no plan at all — I brought my book, and Sylvette. Off my ribbon blew. Percinet. What man controls his fate % I guessed 'twas You. I climbed this bench to seize the precious knot Sylvette [getting up on the bench]. I climbed this bench Percinet. And by this blessed spot I wait each day, with beating heart, to hear The music of your bird-laugh drawing near. Your laugh — your signal. Then your dear hair shines, And your dear face uprises through the vines. Sylvette. Since we are lovers, we should plight our troth. Percinet. I 've thought of that. lo THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette. I, Sylvette, nothing loath — Last of the Pasquinots— to you, the last Of all the Bergamins \Slie holds out her hand, which he kisses.'] Percinet. I '11 hold my treasure fast ! Sylvette. People will talk of Us in years and years to be. Percinet. Two tender blossoms of too harsh a tree ! Sylvette. And yet, who knows, dear friend 1 The hour may ring When Heaven, through us, may soothe their bickering. Percinet. I doubt it ! Sylvette. But I feel that Fate befriends. Besides, — I 've thought of half a dozen ends All possible, and Percinet. What^ THE FANTASTICKS ii Sylvette. But, dearest, only look ! Suppose — I 've read of such things in a book — Suppose a prince — that prince who never fails ! — Should ride this way, as in the fairy tales % — I fly to tell him of our hopeless love : He listens : I beseech. All other men above, A prince gives orders ; and our fathers' pride Bends to his will Percinet. They give me You for bride — . Sylvette. Or, — as in dear old Beauty and the Beast, — You seem to sicken, — you grow pale, at least—. Percinet. My trembling father bids me name my care, Sylvette. You say, ' I die, since Sylvia is so fair ! ' Percinet. His heart must soften ! Sylvette. Or — another plan : — Some rich old Duke, some old and wicked man, Who sees my portrait, sends to me a page All golden armour, to demand some gage That I become his Duchess. 12 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. linterrwpting]. But you answer ' No ! ' Sylvette. Then, on a night, as is my wont, I go Deep in the park's dim shade, to dream of Thee. His minions seize me ; then I shriek Percinet. For Me ! I fly — my dagger in my vengeful hand — And, like a lion, leap upon their band Sylvette. Three— four men sink before your flashing blade ;— Enters my father ; hails you ; unafraid You tell your noble name ; he bursts in tears of joy; And, when he yields his Girl, your father gives his Boy. Percinet. And ever after that, we live in perfect bliss. Sylvette Dearest, there 's nothing surely very strange in this? Percinet [hearing a noise]. Somebody coming ! THE FANTASTICKS 13 Sylvette [losing her head]. Kiss me ! Percinet. You will return at dusk 1 Till to-night. Sylvette. No. Percinet. Yes, — my Heart's Delight ! Sylvette [disappearing behind the wall]. Your father ! [Percinet leaps nimbly down from the wall.] Bergamin. [Sylvette is invisible where he stands.] What ! I find you mooning here ? Always in this same spot 1 Percinet. But this spot is so dear ! I love this spot. I love this mossy seat : See how the wild vines clasp its faithful feet ! See how, in arabesques, their tendrils fall ! — The air tastes sweeter here. 14 THE FANTASTICKS Bergamin. Here % By this stifling wall % Percinet \yMh enthusiasm]. I love that wall ! He cannot see. Bergamin. I 'm sure I can't see why. Sylvette [aside]. Percinet [with a touch of fatuity]. But, sir, you won't deny Its beauty ? See that happy crown of grass ; — The redd'ning vines mix with the ivy's green ; — With pale wisteria ; and the paler mass Of honeyed woodbine and of eglantine. My fine old wall ! that from its gaping sides Flings to the sun a strange and ruddy fleece All starred with gentle flowers ; whose deep moss hides This bench, whereon a king might rest at ease. Bergamin. Tut ! tut ! young man. — That cock won't fight at all.— You 'd have me think you make eyes at a wall *? THE FANTASTICKS 15 Percinet \&ame manner]. But, father ! when a wall has flower-eyes ! [He turns to tlie wall and addresses Sylvette out of sight.'] Eyes like blue stars !— Eyes of the right June-blue. Smiles of pure azure. — Looks of blue surprise. — As if some flower should learn the way to woo. [ With emotion.] By Heaven ! if e'er I should forget their power Bergamin [shouting]. Walls —have — no — eyes ! Percinet. What do you call — this flower 1 [Smiling and foppish, he offers Bergamin a flower he deftly picks from the wall.] Sylvette [aside]. Sweet heaven ! how clever ! Bergamin [with a grunt, after staring at him and his flower]. Son, you are — an Ass. But well I know what 's brought you to this pass. [Signs of alarm from Percinet and Sylvette.] i6 THE FANTAS TICKS You hide away — to read. [He snatches the hook from Percinet's pocket, and looks at if.] Plays ! [He opens book and lets it fall with hmroi\'\ Lord ! — Poetry. Written in verse, — in verse. Dear Lord ! can such things be ? [Pointing each word with his stick on the ground.] You moon — you hide — ignore your neighbour's needs ; You talk of eyes, and walls, pick foolish weeds ; — Eyes in my wall ! — Good God ! [Mimicking Percinet.] Eyes ! mosses ! flowers ! Fate ! [Shouting.] Walls — have — no — eyes, my lad. They need to be built — straight. [Pointing to wall with stick.] Who knows what threat'ning breach may lurk behind that screen 1 I'll send my men, anon, to strip yon silly green. To keep a hated neighbour well at bay, I '11 have that whole side whitewashed. All the way I '11 set it thick with sharp and broken glass, Fragments of bottles, till no fly may pass My rankM legions the fantasticks 17 Percinet. Father, spare my vines — ! Bergamin. Not one. All glass. All razor-cutting lines. Percinet and Sylvette \mercome with horror\ Oh! Bergamin. But to business. [He sits on the bench E.] Hm-m 1 [He gets up, looks at wall suspiciously.] Though walls can't see, They 've ears can hear. [He appears to be about to climb the bench. Alarm of Percinet. Sylvette, on hearing the noise, rrmhes herself as small as possible and crouches under the wall. But Bergamin, making a face which shows he is suffering from some old stiffness, beckons to his son to climb in his stead and look over. To Percinet.] You climb, and look for me. [Percinet scrambles quickly on the bench, leans over the wall and speaks to Sylvette, who has immediately risen.] Percinet [to Sylvette]. To-night 1— To-night 1 1 8 the fantasticks Sylvette [giving him her hand, which he kisses ; in a low voice]. I '11 come. As soon as darkness nears. Percinet [same voice]. I shall be here. Sylvette [same voice]. I love you. Bergamin. Well ? Percinet [jumping down lightly ; aloud]. No sign of — ears ! Bergamin [reassured, sits down again]. Then business, son. I 've chosen you a wife. Sylvette. Ah! Bergamin. What was that 1 Percinet. That ? Nothing. THE FANTASTICKS 19 Bergamin. Ton my life, I swear I heard a cry. Percinet [looking up into the trees]. Some little wounded bird- Sylvette. Alas! Percinet. I almost think the branch above there stirred — . Bergamin. Well then, my only son, with due reflection ripe I 've made your choice Percinet [moves away up stage, whistling impertinently]. Whew ! Whew ! Bergamin [after an instant of suffocating indignation follows him]. W^histle ! you silly snipe ! I am not to be moved. 20 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet \yMh impertinence^ coming down stage]. Whew-ew ! Bergamin. You — piping merle ! I say, I 've made your choice. I 've found your wife. A pearl. Percinet. And — if I don't like pearls 1 Bergamin [stupefied]. 'Not— like 1 God bless my soul, [lie raises his cane] I '11 teach you what you like [Percinex wards off the stick with his hand.] Bergamin. You scamp ! you Percinet [calmly, sentimentally]. Sir, the whole Green coppice is alive with spring-awakened song; And where young leaves are thick, young birds woo all day long By little woodland streams THE FA NTA STICKS 2 Bergamin. Indecent ! Percinet [same business^ with stick]. It is May The world is full of laughter. Flies, at play Bergamin. Profligate ! Percinet [same business]. — swarm, in sunny fields, to kiss The thousand flowers, whose opening makes their bliss. For Love Bergamin. You— bandit! Percinet. — sets all hearts a-quake. — And you would have me wed for reason's sake 1 Bergamin [with rage]. You shall, you scoundrel ! 22 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet \yery sweetly]. My — de-ar — father, — no. Dear wall ! [twming toioards Sylvette] bear witness that it is not so. For when I wed, I '11 wed such high romance As never yet was seen on sea or land — . [To Bergamin.] Before I yield, I '11 lead you such a dance [Buns offstage. Exit.] Bergamin. Wait till I catch you ! [Buns after Percinet, brandishing stick. Exit.] Sylvette [looking after Bergamin]. Oh ! I understand Almost — my papa's hate for this old Pasquin [entering L.]. Well 1 And what is Missy doing ? Sylvette [quickly]. I '11 not tell ! [Confused.] — Nothing ! — I mean — I 'm walking — . THE FANTASTICKS 23 Pasquin. Tut ! tut ! careless maid, How came you all alone % And liere % Sylvette I 'm not afraid. Pasquin. Alone % Beside this wall % But I forbade you, child, Ever to see this wall. — What ! will you drive me wild ? Have you forgot this park, this haunt, this horrid den Where lurks my oldest foe — the worst of living men % Sylvette [rather bored]. I know, papa. Pasquin. And yet you linger by this wall. — You dare their evil looks. — You take no pains at all ! — What if this ruffian's son — fit son of ruffian sire, — Should find my daughter here, frail victim to his ire 1 24 THE FANTASTICKS The bare thought makes me creep. — Quick, quick ! with iron nails Let me beset this wall ;— with sharp and cutting flails ; — I '11 turn it to a knife ; a porcupine ; a spear ; I '11 make my iron bite each mortal thing that 's near; I '11 bristle like a boar Sylvette Until he counts the cost ! Papa 's no spendthrift. Pasquin. Go \—\Tenderhj\ Mind that you don't get lost. {Exit Sylvette. Ee watches her out of with affected anger.'] [Enter Bergamin, speaking offstage.] Bergamin. This note, post haste, to Master Straforel. Pasquin [running to the wall and climbing the bench L.]. Bergamin ! Bergamin [same business, bench B.]. Pasquin ! [They embrace.] THE FANTASTICKS 25 Pasquin \affedionately\ Do I see you well I Bergamin. So, so, old friend. Pasquin \solicit(m&\. That gout 1 Bergamin {shrugs, shoulders]. ' 1 Ugh ! But you had a cough *? Pasquin. I have one. [Coughs.] ' Bergamin , [rubbing his hands]. Well, 'tis done. That marriage will come off ! Pasquin. What 1 Bergamin. Oh, I heard it all. I hid there [pointing] by those trees. They 're mad — quite mad — with love. 26 THE FANTAS TICKS Pasquin. Hurray ! Bergamin [same business, rubbing hands]. Mad as you please. To business now — ha ! ha ! — and that right speedily. Two fathers, and two cheery widowers, we ; I had one son, of a romantic name Pasquin. Fantastic ! Bergamin [mth a shrug]. His poor mother pined for fame — . You had one daughter — sky-blue — with a Soul. — What was our hope 1 What was our daily goaU Pasquin. To overthrow this wall. Bergamin. To live here, side by side. Pasquin. To join the two estates THE FANTASTICKS 27 Bergamin. Like old friends, true and tried Pasquin. Like prudent landlords, too— Bergamin. For that, what did we plan % Pasquin. Our children's marriage ; hey % Bergamin. But think, my dear old man : If they but dreamt of this, if they once guessed us friends, Where were our triumph then % A marriage, for sane ends. Is not a very tempting article, I fear. To fine, fantastic — geese ! So, since they lived not near. We hid from them all plans that pointed Hymen's ^ way, Till school and college sent them home to stay. Then, I, — remembering that stolen love Tastes sweet as stolen fruit, — and that above All other joys they 'd prize a guilty bliss, — I planned our deadly hatred. SJIe chuckles.] After this — And through my cunning — we, the warring sires. Need only condescend to our desires. 28 the fantasticks Pasquin. But how confess it % how conceal our arts % Cats let from bags would startle such young hearts. I dubbed you Ass — and Rogue, — a very Knave indeed ! Bergamin. Ass was sufficient. Man should not exceed. What pretext ? Pasquin. Bergamin. There you are, old man ! Your girl Herself suggested — \correds liimself^ — gave, at least, the twirl To my Idea, — thus made doubly mine. Here, and to-night, they planned to meet, in fine. My youngster will be first. — Just as your girl he sees, Euifians, in masks, shall start from out the trees. They seize her : — she despairs : and lo ! young Chanticleer Darts to her rescue, without pause or fear. The ruffians fly his flashing, conquering blade : — They fly. — We show ourselves.— The rescued maid Sobs in your arms. — You wipe a tear or so. And bless her hero- saviour. — I relent. — Tableau ! THE FANTASTICKS 29 Pasquin \with enthusiasm]. I call that genius. Yes, by heaven I do ! Bergamin [modestly]. Genius ? Ah well ! old friend, / won't say no ! — But see, who comes — 1 Hush now. — Observe him well. That man approaching — that is Straforel, — [Straforel is seen in the magnificent costume of a Bravo, slowly and majestically advancing down stage.] The famous bravo, freelance, cavalier. —I wrote to him but now— that 's why he 's here.— 'Tis he abducts your girl. [Bergamin descends hastily from wall, and bows to Straforel.] Bergamin. Allow me, first of all, Sir, to present my friend, Straforel [bowing]. Sir— ? [He looks about him, puzzled to see no one.] Bergamin [pointing to Pasquin, astraddle the wall]. — Pasquin. On the wall. 30 the fantasticks Straforel Faith ! a new setting for an ancient fool ! Bergamin My scheme, sir, would impress Straforel \sardonic\. — an infant school ! Bergamin Itaken aback\ — Man of experience. — Ha ! you act Straforel \homng\ — and hold my peace. Bergamin. Ha ! an abduction, then ; with fighting, if you please. Straforel. That 's understood. Bergamin. Ah ! but with prudent, careful men. Who will not hurt my boy, \j)oinpous] my Son and Heir THE FANTASTICKS 31 Straforel. Oh, — then, I '11 take the foils myself, Bergamin. Your humble servant, sir. \Tliey how.'] Pasquin \to Bergamin]. You ask him what it costs. Bergamin \embarfas5ed\ Ahem ! I hope I — er — . For an abduction, now — what is the usual charge % Straforel \with a swagger]. Sir, that depends. The price is small and large : It goes by merit. If I Ve understood. What you require is something neat and good. I, in your place, should order — a first-class. [Bowing, with flourish.] Bergamin [dazzled]. Is there such choice ? 32 THE FANTASTICKS Straforel. I 'd rather think there was ! Sir ! we 've the obvious, open, schoolboy rape, Which only needs black cloaks, no matter what their shape ; The rape by cab ; — 'tis little in request ; — The rape by day — the rape by night looks best ; — The pompous rape with coaches of the court. With powdered lacqueys, wigs of every sort — (The wigs are extra) — eunuchs, slaves, and mutes, Blacks, bravos, brigands, musketeers — as suits ; The rape done with postillions, three or four. And half a dozen horses, less or more ; — The decorous rape, in dowager's landau — It is not popular, a trifle slow ; — The comic rape : — the lady must be fond ; — Romantic, in a boat ; — requires a pond ; — The rape Venetian — wants a blue lagoon ; — The rape by moonlight, or without a moon — Moonlight is dear, and always in demand ; — The rape lugubrious, by blue lightning planned, With challenge, single combats, clash of arms. Great flapping hats, dark cloaks, and war's alarms; — The rape emphatic, and the rape polite ; — The rape with torches, tliat 's a charming sight ! The rape in masks — we call that classical ; — The rape gallant, done to sweet music's call ; — The rape in sedan chair, that 's new and gay. The latest thing of all — and distingud. THE FANTASTICKS 33 Bergamin [scratching his head, to Pasquin]. What do you think 1 Pasquin. And you ? Bergamin. I think that— dash the cost ! I think we should strike hard. Try everything — almost ! Order a rape Straforel. With trimmings 1 As you like. Bergamin. Imagination is the thing to strike. Cloaks — sedan chairs — miisic — a torch — a mask ! Straforel [taking notes in a book]. I see, I see. I '11 make it now my task To group the articles. As extras. With first- class. Bergamin. Good! 34 THE FANTAS TICKS Stratorel. Soon I shall return. But, that my men may pass, This gentleman's park gate [looking at Pasquin] must stand ajar. Bergamin. It shall be opened. Straforel. My lords, [hows with flourish] au revoir ! [Stopping before going off.] A first-class, and with extras. That 's the plan ! [Exit, swaggering.] Pasquin. With all his show of honesty, your man Has never named his price. Bergamin. Oh, let that trifle go ! Think ! we shall share one hearth ; this wall shall be laid low. Pasquin, Sweet thought ! next winter but one rent to pay ! Bergamin. We '11 study to improve these gardens, day by day. the fantasticks 35 Pasquin. We '11 trim the oldest trees. Ber(^amin. We '11 pave the woodland ways. Pasquin. Our monograms, in brightest flowers, shall blaze United, in one frame. Bergamin. Where gloomy oak-trees grow Pasquin \interru'piing\. —y^Q '11 light 'em up a bit. Hang glass balls in a row ! Bergamin. We '11 make a brand-new pond, for goldfish ta ' adorn. Pasquin. We '11 have a fountain too ; a rockery of our own ; A rockery set with ferns — with ferns, old chap, you hear % Bergamin. What can man ask for more % 36 the fantasticks Pasquin. X We '11 bask in bliss, that 's clear. Bergamin. You Ve married oflf your girl. Pasquin. You 've given your lad employ. Bergamin. Ah, my dear Pasquin ! Pasquin. Ah, my dear old boy ! \The]) fall into one another's arms. Percinet and Sylvette enter abruptly from different sides.'] Sylvette [seeing her father clasp Bergamin, and thinking they are fighting]. Ah! Bergamin [seeing Sylvette, to Pasquin]. Lord ! Your daughter ! Percinet [seeing his father grasping Pasquin]. Ah ! " the fantasticks 37 Pasquin \to Bergamin, seeing Percinet]. The boy ! Bergamin \a?,ide to Pasquin]. Let 's fight ! {They turn their embrace into a wrestling match.] Pasquin. Ruffian ! Bergamin. You villain ! Sylvette [catching her father by his coat-tails]. Papa ! Percinet - [same business ivith Bergamin]. Papa! Pasquin. Right ! I '11 teach you to insult me Bergamin. You struck first 38 THE FANTASTICKS Pasquin. Liar ! Papa- Sylvette. Papa- Bergamin. Thief ! Percinet. Father — Pasquin. Brigand ! Bergamin. Thrice accursed ! Sylvette. \Tliey succeed in separating them.] Percinet [dragging off his father]. Come home. 'Tis late. Bergamin [struggling]. I '11 tear his vitals out ! [Percinet leads him off.] THE FANTASTICKS 39 Pasquin \^(xme business with Sylvette]. I foam with rage ! Sylvette [leading him off]. 'Tis damp. Think if you caught the gout ! [The daylight begins to fade slowly. The stage remains empty a moment. Then, in Pas- quin's park, L., enter Straforel, his Masks, Musicians, Bravos, etc.] Straforel [with an air]. Already the blue sky assumes a star. — [In a different voice, placing his men, pushing them about, etc] Stand there, — and there.— And you—. Stay as you are. — Soon we shall hear the pensive vesper-bell, See gentle Sylvia, all in white, appear. — I give the signal. — [Looking up, he sees the moon rising.] Damme ! that looks well ! Here comes the moon. — Booked for success, that 's clear. 40 THE FANTASTICKS [He examines the extravagant cloaks of the Bravos.] Excellent cloaks. — But let the rapiers show. Clap hand to hilt. [To the nearest Bravo.] Truss me those coat-tails. So ! [The sedan chair is brought by Black Bearers.] That chair comes over here. [Looking at Bearers.] Those blacks ?— Not bad at all. — [Speaking off staged] Torch-bearers, over there— ! don't move until I call. [The back of the stage is lighted with vague rosy reflections from the torches behind the trees. Enter tJie Musicians.] The players 1 Let them group where the lights shine like roses. [He arranges them at the back.] — Gracefully, now, and free. — Don't all take the same poses ! Stand up, you mandoline. — Sit down there, you. — Kneel ; so — There! [fatuously] that's my concert, — worthy of Watteau. THE FANTASTICKS 41 [Severely to a Bravo.] Number One mask ! what ails those trembling knees 1 Attention, sir ! With spirit ! — Now then, please ; Tune up, musicians.— Softly with that tune ! — Soft, — soft, — and thrilling. — So. — And none too soon. [He masks. ^ [Percinet enters slowly, right of wall. While he is speaking the nightfalls, and stars appear.'] Percinet. My father looks appeased, and I have fled. This floating breath of elder-blossom seems To mingle with my brain. The day is dead, [lie looks about /wm] The lovely day. — The flowers fade to dreams. Straforel [aside\ Music ! Percinet. I feel — I tremble like a leaf. — What ails me ? She is coming — . Straforel [to Musicians]. Lower that stress ! 42 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. She comes — to Me ! — Sweetheart, past belief I love you ! — And the wind sounds like your dress. The flowers fade — or are my eyes grown dim % The flowers fade, yet still their sweetness. grows. \B.e looks u^.'l Yon star seems hanging down from Heaven's rim. And who makes music 1 — See ! the darkness grows. — Yes, the sweet night has come ; and now About the heaven's darkened brow I see the stars, in shining row, Light one by one. The ponds awake, and, croaking, hail the dark ; The stars redouble, spark by fiery spark ; The moon — a swinging, growing, crescent bark — Is pale and wan. Diamonds and sapphires — jewels of the skies ! — I was your lover once ; and otherwise I sang your praises, ere I saw Her rise Veiled all in white. But I have fairer matter for my lays Since that my Sylvia, with her childish ways And soft hair clipped, child-fashion, round her face. Brought the New Light. THE FANTASTICKS 43 Familiar stars ! my stars in heaven shining, Whose numbers far exceed my poor divining, Your beauty will indeed be reft and pining When, through the twilight's bars. She shall appear above the garden's vapours. — Seeing Her eyes, your ineffective tapers Shall pale, and cease their self- condemned labours — Poor, jealous stars ! \A bell nngs, far off. Enter Sylvette, L.] Sylvette. The vesper-bell. He waits — [A shrill signal-whistle. Straforel starts up before her ; the torches appear.'] Ah! [The Bravos seize her and^thrust her rapidly into the sedan chair.] Rescue here ! Damnation ! Percinet [starting forward]. Sylvette. Percinet ! 44 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. I 'm coming, dear ! \Re draws sword, leaps over the wall, and fights with several of the Beavos.] Hold— Hold— Hold— [Fighting.] Straforel [to the Musicians]. Tremolo ! [The Fiddles execute a dramatic tremolo. The BRAVOS/y and disperse.] [With theatrical emphasis.] Now, by great Zeus, The boy 's a hero ! [Duel between Percinet and Straforel. Stra- forel suddenly claps his hand to his heart, drops his sword, and staggers hack.] Help! Help! [Groans.] 'Tis no use — . [He falls.] the fantasticks 45 Percinet [running to Sylvette]. Sylvia ! [Tableau. She is in -the sedan chair, he on his knees before her.] Sylvette. My hero ! Pasquin [appearing suddenly]. Son of Bergamin ! [To Sylvette.] What ! Your preserver 1 — Girl ! you shall wed him ! Son !— Hero ! Percinet and Sylvette. Heavens ! [Bergamin has entered on his own side, followed by Servants bearing toixhes.] Pasquin [to Bergamin, who appears on the crest of the wall], Bergamin, forgive ! Bergamin [solemnly]. My hate is shattered. 46 the fantasticks Pasquin. Let the children live ! Percinet. Sylvia, we 're dreaming. Sylvia, do not seem To breathe too deeply, lest we break our dream Bergamin. Feuds end in marriage since the first play writ. — I am for peace. [Pointing to the wall] Let us have done with it ! Percinet. Who would have thought my father thus could bend ? Sylvette [simply]. I always knew there 'd be a happy end. [As they retire up stage with Pasquin, Stra- FOREL rises on his arm and holds out paper on the point of his sword to Bergamin.] Bergamin. Hullo ! What 's that ? A paper ? [He takes it.] Wait until I 've seen the signature. What 's this ? the fantasticks 47 Straforel \hoiving]. My little bill ! [He falls hack.'] Curtain. END OF ACT I. 48 THE FANTASTICKS ACT II Scene — Same as in Act I., but (he wall has disappeared. The stone benches which were against it have been moved R. and L. Mocli- ficaiions in the details: flower-beds^ clumps of pampas-grass, trellised arbour s, pretentious statues of imitation marble, greenhouse. R. a garden table ; chairs. The curtain rises on Pasquin seated on bench L. reading a newspaper. At the back of the stage Blaise with a rake. Blaise \raking\ They tells me, master, Lawyer comes to- nights . . . Heigh ! \leans on rake] 'tis a month since that old wall went flat. And you've kept house together. — Well, that's right ! [Goes on raking, then stops to chuckle.] Our pretty lovers won't complain o' that I THE FANTASTICKS 49 Pasquin [raising his head and looking about him]. Looks well without the wall, eh 1 Blaise. Lovely, sir. Pasquin [complacently]. Yes; an improvement. Cent, per cent., and — [He bends over and feels a tuft of grass.] Hey 1 — Who 's wet my grass 1 [Furious.] Some donkey, I infer, Has brought an early watering-pot this way. [With explosion.] Water at night, old ob- stinate ! Blaise [calmly.] 'Twas he— 'Twas Master Bergamin, sir ; never me. Pasquin. Bergamin^ Hah! [With an effort. ]^q\\,wq\\—. He will hold fast To his own fancy. — 'Water, first and last.' D 50 THE FANTASTICKS As if judicious sprinkling, done with tact and care; . . . Well, well ! \To Blaise.] — Bring out those flowering plants from there. [Blaise sets in a row a lot of plants he fetches from the greenhouse. Pasquin reads his paper. Bergamin appears at the back carrying an enormous water-pot.] Bergamin [watering the shrubs abundantly]. Hah ! Stinted. Stinted of their natural food. — Plants require oceans to do any good. — [Speaking to a tree.] Thirsty, old boy 1 — I dearly love a tree ! — There ! [watering] take a bucketful, and think o' me ! Another ? — Hah ! [watering] my park looks trim and neat. Nice, decent statues. [Puts down watering-pot and addresses tree.] There ! you 've had your treat. [Catching sight of Pasquin.] ■Ullo ! Good morning. [No answer.] THE FANTASTICKS 51 'Morning. \No answer. With indignation.] I said, — 'morning, sir ! Pasquin [looking up^ wearily]. I see you all day long. — Oh, dear. — Why make this stir % Bergamin [taken aback]. Hey ^— Well 1 [He sees Blaise arranging the pots. Roars.] Take in that stuff ! [Blaise, alarmed, drags off the plants hurriedly. Pasquin lifts his eyes to heaven, shrugs his shoulders, and reads. Bergamin strolls up and down, looking bored and unoccupied. He ends by sitting down beside Pasquin. Silence. He speaks with a melancholy air.] Once, on a happier day, This was the hour I chose to hide and steal away. Pasquin [dreamily, lowering his paper]. I used to creep from home on light and thief-like toe. Ah ! [he sighs] then I was amused ! 52 THE FANTASTICKS Bergamin. Our secret — *? Pasquin \8ighing\. Yes ; I know. Bergamin. Those children to mislead — to lure from off our track ; Plots, plans, intrigues to build ere we could get our crack Pasquin. To daily risk -one's life. To daily climb that wall — Careless of collar-bones, and ribs, and dare the fall! Bergamin. My conversation — your soliloquies — Paid for by ruses such as Indians prize — . Pasquin. Through furzy bushes forced to pick one's way, — Yes, (hat amused me ! Bergamin., On all fours, one day, I crept triumphant — greened my breeches too ! the fantasticks 53 Pasquin \}'egretfully\ We always, for abuse, found something new. Bergamin. Always some new charge. Pasquin. Ah, that was amusing ! \Ee yawns.] Old man 1 Bergamin [yawning]. Yes, Pasquin. Pasquin [mysteriaicsly]. We miss that abusing. Bergamin [quickly]. What stuff ! [After reflecting.] We 're dull- Well, ye — es. It's true. 54 THE FANTASTJCKS And this, is The Vengeance of Romance ! \A silence. He watches Pasquin, who goes on reading. Aside.] — His waistcoat misses Its daily button. Oh, dear me ! [He gets ujp^ ivalks away^ returns, moves uneasily.] Pasquin [looking at him over the top of his paper, aside]. Poor wretch ! Poor, huge cockchafer ! ever on the stretch. [He pretends to read as Bergamin passes him again.] Bergamin [watching him, aside]. Yes. When he reads, he squints. [Goes up stage, whistling.] Pasquin [aside, irritably]. He whistles — it 's a trick ! That everlasting tune! [Aloud.] Dear boy, it makes me sick. THE FANTASTICKS 55 Bergamin [smiling sardonically]. My dear old chap ! [with a superior air] it is not hard to spy The mote that lurks within a neighbour's eye. But your own beams Pasquin. Mine ? Mine 1 Beiigamin [with irritation]. Can't you stand still ? dear ! I don't deny your cold; your head is none so clear ; But need you always sniff? — sniff comes from snuff — And twenty times a day Pasquin [inten^upting]. There, there ! Enough ! Bergamin. And forty times a day you tell the same old story ! — At dinner, your bread-pills keep up their trajectory. — [Pasquin, listening to him, seated, swings his foot to and fro impatiently.] 56 THE FANTASTICKS You cannot even sit in your own elbow- chair Unless you shake a leg. [Criticalhj.] They're not a handsome pair ! Pasquin. All right. Now we are grown blue-mouldy with ennui, You've nothing better left than to pick holes in me. — You've counted up my faults — made a damn friendly list ; But life in common, sir, homelife 's an oculist ! — 3Iy cataract 's removed, I 'd have you know. — I see How false you are ! how base ! a miser; — worse than me ! You 're like a fly to microscopic view ! — Your faults all swell, and swell — . [Holds up hands of horror.] The monstrous crew ! [A short silence.] Bergamin [with affected indifference]. What I once questioned, I don't doubt at all. THE FANTASTICKS 57 Pasquin \nd%vely\ What? Bergamin [pointing to where wall stood]. You miss that. Pasquin. You 're lost without the wall ! Bergamin. Thanks. I 've enough of seeing you each day. Pasquin [violently]. My life is gone, since you came here to stay. Bergamin [veiy dignified]. Well, sir, 'tis well. 'Tis very good indeed. Our plans were laid, I think Pasquin. To suit another's need ! Bergamin. For our poor children's sake 58 THE FANTASTICKS Pasquin. — It was of them I spoke. — \_Gonvinced^ with emotion?^ Yes. Let us bend our heads, in silence, 'neath that yoke. — my lost freedom ! Berg AMI N [bitterly]. Parents always pay. — They live by sacrifice. — [Sylvette and Percinet appear L., back of stage, among the frees ; they slowly cross the stage, clasping one another, and with exalted gestures.'] Pasquin [to Bergamin]. Hush ! hush, I say ! — Enter the Lovers. Bergamin [sneering]. Hah ! the newest pose is To walk about in your apotheosis. Pasquin. Since the betrothal they 're absurd, I swear ! — [discontentedly] You 'd think that they wore haloes in their hair. the fantasticks 59 Bergamin. This is the hour when — mimicking the slpw And pious gestures of Love's Pilgrim's Show — They come each day ; and here, as at a shrine, Adore the sacred scene— of Straf Orel's rapine. [Sylvette and Percinet, who disappeared from right, reappear and come slowly down stage.'] Bergamin. Lo ! the Young Pilgrims ! Pasquin. Worshipping themselves ! — Let's hide and listen. {They retire behind a clump of shrubs, and are seen at intervals listening, peering over the bushes, etc.] Percinet. — how above all else I love you — . Sylvette [in a murmur]. — love you — . [They pause.] Hallowed spot, and dear — ! [She points to the place of the rape.] 6o THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. Yes, here it happened; [pointing] that last brute fell here. Sylvette. I was Andromeda, chained to yon rock. Percinet. Here, I was Perseus. Sylvette. Love ! — the sudden shock — . I could not count your foes. You fought with Percinet. Perhaps ten. Sylvette. Ten ? They were twenty ! all gigantic men. — And that last ravening monster whom you slew ! Thirty [mth conviction] — at least ! Percinet [modestly]. Thirty ; — or thirty-two. THE FANIASTICKS 6i Sylvette \adofmg him]. Tell me once more how, with his sword in hand, And eyes ablaze, My Conqueror drove that band. Percinet. I first engaged in tierce — [hesitating] — at least, I think—. [Fatuously.] I only know they fell, and fell, as pebbles sink. Sylvette. Dear, if it were not for your golden hair You would be Csesar ! - Percinet. Yes, [deprecating] I am — more fair. Sylvette [with enthusiasm]. What lacks our love but to be writ in song ? Percinet. Darling, it shall be. Sylvette. Darling ! 62 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. We '11 prolong Our love through epics. Sylvette. 0, how dreams come true ! For you must know, — long ere I met with you — I vowed to wed some high heroic mate — Some one my father would think — desperate ! Percinet. Sweet ! Sylvette \co'njidentially\. 0, his, choice was — just the Usual Man, The blameless creature girls refuse, — who can ! Though, still encouraged by his maiden aunts, The object ' dares to hope.' [Scmiifully.'] He ' dares ' ! Percinet. Or vaunts His father's riches : — says, ' His father's trees March with your father's orchard.' \With an outburst.'] Families ! What crimes are still committed in your name ! Komance how wronged ! High love how bowed and tame ! THE FANTASTICKS 63 Bergamin [behind his Pooh ! Sylvette [clasping her hands\ how true ! — But, Percinet, [laughing] how cross Our fathers have become ! They — snarl Percinet [laughing]. They gore and toss ! They paw the earth ! Pasquin [protesting]. Ahem ! Percinet [lightly, scornfully]. I know the reason why. Bergamin [curiously]. Hallo — '? [Peers over hush.] 64 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. Crawling on earth, they have to watch U5 fly ! — How should their ashes understand our flame % Bergamin. Young devil ! [Looking over bush.] Percinet. I respect them all the same — Good, worthy burghers : only, are they quite Pasquin [indignantly]. Quite what 1 Percinet. To call them — jealous — would not be polite. Sylvette [cheerfully]. Of course, they only fill a second place. Percinet [laughing]. My beaver 's cocked too high to suit their ways. THE FAN7ASTICKS 65 Sylvette. Your father, in your presence, has the air. The awkward air of — [coquetiishly] — dare I say it ? Percinet. Dare ! Sylvette. A tame duck who has hatched an eagle's egg. Bergamin [aside]. God bless my soul ! Sylvette [laughing still more exasperatingly]. Their, pardon I could beg Pasquin [aside]. Quite right ! Sylvette. — when I remember how we fooled them, dear ; We, helped by Love. Percinet. Oh ! Destiny is clear Upon that point. However loves meander, Kind Fate still plays the valet to Leander. e 66 THE FANTASTICKS Bergamin \sc(yrnfuUy\. Ho ! ho ! Sylvette [sentimental ; after a short pause]. Our marriage-contract hour draws near. Percinet. Oh ! I forgot the fiddles ! Sylvette [reproachfully]. Oh, my dear ! Percinet [apologetic]. I fly! Sylvette [tenderly]. Nay, I forgive. [She stops him as he starts off.] ■ Your lady condescends To walk with you to where the greensward ends. [They walk off together, emhracing one another. Sylvette bridles, and speaks with many airs and graces.] THE FANTAS TICKS 67 Sylvette. The great Old Lovers were, methinks, like Us. Percinet. Yes ; we take rank in the Immortal Band. Sylvette. Eomeo and Juliet, Percinet. Thisbe; Pyramus, Sylvette. Arminta and her Shepherd, — Percinet. Iseult, the White Hand. Sylvette. And Guinevere, {They go off the scene, but their voices are still heard behind the trees.] The wic^ of Percinet. He, of the Naked Sword, 68 THE FANTASTICKS The voice of Sylvette. Petrarch and Laura, [The voices die away.] Bergamin [coming out from behind the shrubbery]. good Lord ! Go-od Lord ! Pasquin [following him and speaking with derision]. My compliments, dear sir, upon your plan, [bows derisively] Your great success, great, sagacious man ! No doubt it serves some secret end you had. But, in one word, you've driven those children — mad ! Bergamin. Well, yes, your girl is certainly a bore. She and her rape ! [Shrubs his shoulders.] Was no maid wed before ? Pasquin [piqued]. As for your son, the Hero-Popinjay, [irritably] My nerves won't stand his airs another day. THE FA NTA STICKS 69 Bergamin. But what revolts me is the way they dare Discuss us both — as if we only were Two harmless idiots of inferior sort. We shut our eyes and let them have their sport, And when we shut our eyes they call us — blind. [Pettislily.] I am a fool for minding, yet I mind ! Pasquin [same manner]. Had you not thought of that, sagacious man 1 Was that no part of your inspired plan ? — Ho ! here 's a youth who sets us in our true place, And as for him — the king may tie his shoe-lace ! Bergamin. I '11 lace him yet ! Pasquin. I 'm going to tell them — all. Bergamin. No, no ! Not yet ! Don't be nonsensical ! — Wait for the marriage. [Grimly.] As a wedding gift We '11 tell 'em some few facts. Till then, make shift To look as dumb as — fish. 70 the fa nta sticks Pasquin. Fish caught in their own net. — But that 's your plan, no doubt — your plan ! [Shrugging his shoulders.] Bergamin [angrily]. Sir ! you forget, You egged me on. Pasquin. I ? — Never ! 'Twas mere fun. Bergamin [aside]. This man will drive me mad ! [Enter Sylvette gaily. She has a branch of blossom in her hand, with which she makes signs off stage to Percinet, whom she has just left. She comes down stage, smiling, n,nd stands between the two fathers.] . Sylvette [gaily]. Good morning, every one. Good morning, my papa ! — Father-in-law, good day! the fantasticks 71 Bergamin 'Day, future daughter. Sylvette [imitating his voice]. Fu — ture daugh — ter ! What a way ! [Pertly.] — You look so cross. Bergamin [sulkily]. It 's Pasquin [Sylvette, shaking ■ the branch to and fro before his face, and speaking patronisingly as to a naughty child.] Sylvette. Hu — sh ! Be calm ! I come as Peace. Behold me with my Palm ! [She waves branch affectedly. Patronisingly.] You hate each other still a little, eh 1 [She looks from one to the other.] — Eome was not built, remember, in one day. — And you were foes so long 72 THE FANTASTICKS Pasquin irony of Fate ! Bergamin [ironical]. Most true, most wise young maid ! You 're witness to our hate. Sylvette. A mortal hatred, too ! — Oh, I remember well The things you used to say — . [Pointing to Bergamin with her branch.] Don't fear ! [coquettishly] I shall not tell All that you said of hiin — [pointing to Pasquin] — there, by your big rose-bed. And never guessed, ha, ha ! that I heard all you said, Hid by my dear old wall. Bergamin [aside]. The girl 's a simple fool ! THE FANTASTICKS 73 Sylvette [turning to Pasquin]. For [ivith emphasis] every single day, — at dawn, — by twilight cool, — I met my Percinet ! And neither of you once — No, neither ! — had a doubt. Pasquin [ironically]. Forgive me, I 'm a dunce ; And he [pointing to Bergamin]. Sylvette [with impmiance, interrupting]. For you must know, I saw him every day. [To Bergamin.] — Do you remember still that time my Percinet Swore he would wed romance ^ Ha, ha ! How wild you were ! I heard it all. And you '11 admit, dear sir, Percinet keeps his word. Bergamin [vexed]. You think so ? [Sneering.] You 're quite sure ? And if I laid my plans 74 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette [Pompously^ imitating Percinet's way of speaking]. Plans change. Lovers endure. [Childishly.'] I 've read, a hundred times, how lovers' dreams succeed And cruel fathers yield. Why should they not, indeed ^ They 're human, after all. They can't want to be hated. Bergamin. They can't— ? let me laugh ! [To Sylvette, ironically.] — So that 's how you got mated 1 Sylvette [tossing her head]. We 've proved it true ! Bergamin. Oh, if I cared to say Sylvette [quickly]. Whati the fantasticks 75 Bergamin. Nothing ! Sylvette \afler looking at him ; with discomfort]. You look — very strange to-day. Bergamin [ironically]. Why should 1 1 [Aside.] Ho ! I almost think I will- Pasquin. With just one word — . [Aside, going up stage.] Best keep the secret still. [A slight pause.] Sylvette [defiantly, but uneasily]. 'Tis easiest not to speak when naught 's to say ! Pasquin [turning about, in an explosive manner]. Naught 1 Naught, she calls it ? Poor tricked, blinded may ! What ! [turning on her] you believe that things can happen so 1 That locked park gates fly open at a blow 1 76 THE FANTASTICKS Bergamin \8ame Tnanner]. She thinks, ho ! ho ! that Love still wears a mask ! Sylvette [puzded, offended, half suspicious]. I — I believe — . What do you mean 1 Bergamin [getting excited]. I ask Yourself, what do you mean ? Since this old world began, Poets, and love-sick fools, exalt the younger- man — Poets, and idiot girls, who make their boast That only curling locks shall rule the roast. But lo ! the hour of vengeance now has struck, And wigs — your fathers' wigs — have all the luck. SyLVETTB; But- Bergamin [growing excited]. Oh, I know ! I know we represent All that is out of date, and weak, and impotent ! [Mocking.] Poor doting men who doze in thick night-gear ; Dull cats while mice carouse. — We 've heard you talking, dear ! THE FANTASriCKS 77 But those are ancient tales. The modern father, Miss, You'll find— I fear you'll find — is very far from this. And as we knew you both — you and your Percinet — We just forbade your love, to make you disobey! Sylvette. What ! [Overcome.] What ! — you knew 1 Pasquin [triumphant]. Of course we did, you — child ! Sylvette [still incredulous]. Our meetings — 1 Bergamin [patronising], I applauded ! Pasquin. And / smiled ! Sylvette. The — benches that we climbed — ? 78 THE FANTASTICKS Pasquin. I placed them there for you. The— duel ? Sylvette. Bergamin \b(ms mockingly]. Our small joke ! Sylvette. The bravos ? Pasquin \hows same way]. Our paid crew ! Sylvette. My rape ? [ With sudden fire. ] Ah no ! — 'Tis false ! Bergamin [searching in his pockets]. T '11 show you, — that I will ! — Here, in my pocket, see [He produces Straforel's hill. Sylvette snatches the paper from him and tears it open.] the fantasticks 79 Sylvette \reading al(yUjA\ ' To Straforel (as per bill) : One imitation rape, to bring betrothal on — ' Ah! [Slie reads.] 'Eight best bravos' cloaks, with discount, two pounds one. Eight masks ' Bergamin [to Pasquin, uneasily, after watching her]. Upon my life ! I think we spoke too soon. Sylvette [reading]. ' One sedan chair, silk lined ' [She looks up.] It was silk ! [Reads.] 'One full moon.' [Ironically.] I see you spared no pains ! [She throws down the bill on the table and laughs nervously.] Pasquin [surprised]. Then you 're not angry, dear 1 Sylvette [with elaborate graciousness]. Papa ! 'tis all a joke. 8o THE FANTASTICKS [Turning sweetly to Bergamin.] You 've wasted wit, I fear, Dear Master Bergamin, if you indeed suppose I only love your son for reasons such as — those. [She points to paper on tahle.^ Pasquin [delighted\ She takes it very well ! Bergamin [to Sylvette]. You take it very well ! Pasquin. Shall / tell Percinet ? Sylvette [sharply]. For Heaven's sake, don't tell ! [Recovering her self ^ and smiling^ with an effort.'] — Don't tell him. Men, you know, dear father, are so — curious Bergamin [approving]. Now, here 's good sense at last. THE FANTASTICKS 8i \To Sylvette.] I thought you would be furious, But [looking at his watch] oh, by Jove, it 's time — ! — It 's time to go and dress. Your contract 's still to sign. [Holding out his hand to Sylvette.] — Good friends 1 Sylvette [with honeyed smiles]. I can't express How much I thank you, sir ! [She curtsies.] Bergamin [still a little doubtful, comes back]. Then — you won't hate me, then ? Sylvette. II [He leaves the stage, followed by Pasquin. She looks after Bergamin, her whole expression changing. She speaks with cold, deliberate rage.] But I — think — you — are — the Very Worst of men ! F 82 THE FANTASTICKS [Enter Fercinet joyously.] Percinet Still where I left you, darling 1 Can't you bear to go Far from the memoried spot which saw me strike that blow ? A rare adventure ! [Joyously. ] Love ! you prize it well. Sylvette [stonily]. I — prize it. Percinet. There ! — just by your foot, you fell Half-fainting, yet alive, to watch me slay a host — Thirty strong men ! Sylvette [pettishly.] Say — ten. And at the very most. Percinet [solicitously, drawing nearer]. Darling, what ails you 1 You look sad, most dear ! Surely [fatuously] those mem'ries do not still cause fear 1 — blue eyes ! smile from out those gathering mists ! Blue sapphire eyes, that melt to amethysts ! THE FANTASTICKS 83 « Sylvette / call that— stilted ! Percinet Oh, I see — I guess ! What tender sadness lurks about this place. — You miss our dear, our sacred moss-grown wall. Which sheltered our young hopes and our sweet fears ; Yet what is glory-crowned can never truly fall,— Our Romeo's balcony survives the stress of years. Sylvette \im'patient^ irritated]. Ah! Percinet [lyrically]. In the splendour of eternal morn, Bathed in young light, that white old balcony Still bears a silken ladder, all unworn, That flutters by an ever-blossoming tree. [She looks up impatiently, mthout speaking.] 84 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet ^uMh increasing emphasis]. — Unchanging background to undying passion ! Sylvette [irritated]. Oh! Percinet. That is how our own wall still is set, AVhere, in the same romantic, magic fashion IFe learned to love Sylvette What ! is he talking yet 'i Percinet [mth a fatuous smile\ Lo, now, my lady in her sovereignty Has deigned to order that our loves shall be Proclaimed in fairest verse Sylvette [anxiously]. And so % THE FANTASTJCKS 85 Percinet \with learning satisfaction]. I have begun to write ! Sylvette [contemptuously]. What ! you make rhymes 1 Percinet [on his dignity]. * Love, — had I learned to fight 1 [Confidentially.] Hear my beginning. Just a lyric burst. [Eecites.] The Father's Feud : A Poem. Sylvette. Oh! Percinet. Book first. [He strikes an attitude for declaiming.] Sylvette. Oh! Percinet. What 's the matter 1 86 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette. Joy . . . pride . . . rapture ... my nerves, dear ! \She bursts into tears.] Oh, let me be alone ! [She turns her back upon him, still sitting on the bench, and hides her face in her handkerchief.] Percinet [bevdldered]. My Sweet ! I '11 leave you here. [Aside, with a meaning smile.] A day like this ! — Poor little thing. — She 's shy. [Re goes up stage R., sees on the table the paper containing Straforel's bill, and taking a pencil from his pocket sits down saying :] — We'll note those lines, since inspirations fly. — [He begins to write, but stops, holding his pencil in the air, and reads.] ' To Straforel is debtor : insomuch as he ' Did feign to die and fall, with all solemnity, ' Before a boy's weak blade : one torn coat, three pound ten;^ ' — To wounded pride, ten guineas.' — [He smiles.] What strange men ! [He continues reading to himself. The smile vanishes. His eyes become fixed and staring.] THE FANTASTICKS 87 Sylvette \&till on the herich, wiping her eyes]. Oh, if he guessed, how his poor pride would bleed ! I almost said it once. I must take better heed. Percinet [getting up]. Ho! ho! [He laughs with forced mirth.] Sylvette [turning towards him]. What 's that % Percinet [hiding the hill behind him]. Oh, nothing I Sylvette [aside]. Ah, what care ! [She sighs.] Percinet [aside]. I see now why they found no dead man there. 88 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette [aside, rising]. He seems abashed. What would be best to say ? [She moves towards him. Seeing he does not Twtice her, she says coquettishly ,•] You 've never said you like my gown to-day ? Percinet [absently]. Blue does not suit you. You should dress in pink. Sylvette [aside, much alarmed]. Blue— does— not— suit 1 — He has begun to think ! [Looking at the table.] I left that man's bill there ! Percinet [irritably]. What are you fussing over ? ^ Sylvette. Nothing. [Aside.] Perhaps the wind has played the thieving lover. [Aloud, shaking out her skirts.] THE FANTASTICKS 89 Nothing. I only looked at my despised dress. It's— blue. [Aside.] If he has seen it he will soon confess. [Almid.] But where 's your dear love- poem 1 [Percinet starts. She takes his arm and speaks coaxingly.] My dearest ! say it now ! Percinet [sharply]. Oh'no! Sylvette. Yes. Say it ! Percinet. No! « Sylvette [ironically]. Not to redeem your vow 1 Percinet. My verses are not worth Sylvette [interrupting]. Their cost we cannot tell ! 90 THE FANTASTIC KS Percinet. What do you mean ? [He starts, and looks at her, suspicious J\ Sylvette. I mean, [violently] they 're not by Straforel ! -Percinet. Why ! then she knows ? Sylvette. He knows ? Sylvette and Percinet [together]. I know ; — and so do you ! [A silence. They look at one unother, then laugh a forced laugh.] Ha! ha! ha! Percinet. What a joke ! Sylvette. Yes. What a joke ! So — new. Percinet, They 've made us play a part. THE FANTASTICKS 91 Sylvette \hitterly\. And suck a part, my dear ! Percinet. Our fathers were fast friends. Sylvette. Dear neighbours : yes, that 's clear. Percinet. Like brothers ! Sylvette. Yes j you seem — a cousin, if you please. \She drops an ironical curtsy.'] Percinet. I wed — my cousin. Sylvette \jprotesting\ Oh! Percinet. [patronisingly.] 'Tis — classic. 92 the fantas7icks Sylvette. Yet one sees Marriages that are more [She shrugs her shoulders slightly.'] — Well ! there 's a certain beauty When people can— like us — indulge in love, and duty ! [Although tliey continue to smile throughout this scene, their voices grow steadily more biting and their manner more irritated.] Percinet. Duty, and the Main Chance, — these two parks and the farms — . Sylvette. So excellent ! So wise ! Who 'd sigh for love's alarms ? — Yes ; 'neath that wall our idyl 's buried deep. Percinet. There is no idyl left. Sylvette. ' I 'm one now of the heap Of dutiful young girls. Percinet. Wed, wed in open mart. —It was as Komeo that I won your heart ! the fantasticks 93 Sylvette. That you were Eomeo — once — we 'd best forget. Percinet. My dear, you don't still think you 're Juliet % Sylvette. You 're growing — bitter. Percinet. You — a trifle sour. Sylvette. If you're absurd, good heavens ! have / power To save you from it % Percinet. If I was — absurd — Was I the only one % Sylvette. All that 's occurred Is past and done. — But ah ! my poor Blue Rose, I 've seen your petals drop. [Maliciously.] Drop like those pseudo-foes ! Percinet [sneering]. That imitation rape ! 94 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette. My hero — done in plaster ! Percinet. Abduction — as per bill ! Sylvette \mili concentrated rage]. Oh ! it was all disaster ! Our poetry was sham ; and, as soap-bubbles rise And shine, and glow and burst before poor children's eyes. So are we left abashed, and clutching soapy air ! Percinet. great dead Loves, — great Loves, — whose fame we sought to share ! You, whom I copied ; She, whose trailing dress Was Sylvia's mantle once. O noble Loveliness ! Pale, great Immortals ! — we are less than naught. You gave your royal love, but ours Sylvette [interrupting]. Was taxed and bought ! Percinet. Instead of acting in some dream divine, We 've played burlesque, it seems. THE FANTASTICKS 95 Sylvette. Yes, all the time. Our nightingale was but a cackling goose ! Percinet. Our wall — my wall I vowed to such immortal use, Was but a puppet-stand, a stage whereon each day We climbed and strutted, just as puppets may ! We posed as angels there — spread dazzling wings, And, all the time, our fathers worked the strings ! Sylvette. Alas ! — And yet [thoughtfully] still more gro- tesque we 'd be If we ceased loving. ^ Percinet. Let 's love furiously ! And, to begin with, we 're compelled to love. Sylvette. But — we adore each other. Percinet. That 's what we must prove. 96 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette lyoifh forced amiability]. 'Tis only love could make us bear this blow ; Is it not, — treasure ? Percinet [same manner]. Angel ! it is so. Sylvette [growing ironical]. Good-bye, then, dearest Soul ! Percinet [same manner]. My only Joy, adieu ! Sylvette. I '11 dream of you, dear Heart ! Percinet. Dear Heart ! I '11 dream of you. Sylvette [snappishly]. I go away — to dream. THE FANTASTICKS 97 Percinet [same Tuanner]. I leave you — just to muse. Sylvette [recovering herself enough to smile at him]. Good night ! Percinet. Good-bye ! [Same manner.] [Exit Sylvette.] Percinet [looks after her a moment, then says wiih an air of determined rage]. My temper I won't lose ! [After a pause ; increasing bitterness.] — She treat me thus ? [Enter Straforel, who slowly and majestically comes down stage.] But who is yonder wight In curious small clothes and huge mantle dight, This much moustachioed, swagg'ring cavalier 1 [To Straeorel, after contemplating him in silence.] What is it 1 G 98 THE FANTASTICKS Straforel \smilvjinj\. A small reckoning brings me here. Percinet \i'm'pertinently\. A tradesman % Straforel \%till smiling, bows mockingly]. It would seem so. [With a change of manner to patronage.'] Eun, my worthy youth, Tell your papa I 'm waiting. [5(2 struts away, humming an air.] Percinet [after staring in wild indignation]. I— to run ? God's truth ! [Insolently.] What is your name, sir 1 ^ Straforel [striking an attitude]. I — am Straforel. THE FANTASTICKS 99 Percinet [losing all control]. What ! you here 1 You ! [He recovers himself and speaks with cold fury.] Sir ! it is very well. — It is not to be borne. — Straforel [smiling]. So ho ! the dear boy guesses ? Percinet [throws at him the hill, which he draws all crumpled out. of his pocket]. Ruffian — take that ! Straforel [disdainfully]. Dear child, avoid excesses ! [Strikes new attitude.] I say, I 'm Straforel. Percinet. Kind Heaven, that sent this man ! Why, I would range the earth lOO THE FANTASTICKS ^ Straforel [complacently^ interrupting]. That were a lengthy plan. [Mocking.'] Quell that remorse, dear boy ; the victims whom you slay Are not in desperate case. [Laughing. ] Behold me ! Percinet [savagely^ between his teeth]. There 's a way ! [He draws his sword and rushes at Straforel furiously. Straforel does not draw his sword hut defends himself with his arm, as easily and securely as a fencing-master giving a lesson to a beginner.] Straforel. Up ! — up that wrist ! — That foot more back. — A shame At your age — to ignore-^the — simplest fencing — game. [He defends himself between the words, and disarms Percinet. He hands him back his sword with an exaggerated bow.] What ! is your lesson over ? Won't you play ? THE FANTASTiek'S \ id:- Percinet {humiliated, beside himself with rage]. Oh, I am but a schoolboy ; but [with a sudden revulsion of feeling] Nay, nay, 1 '11 have — revenge ! [ffe seizes the sword.] I '11 have my own affairs ! I '11 drink and dice and brawl until the whole world stares ! Don Juan's shade shall blush, — I '11 love the ballet- corps ! [He runs off the stage brandishing his sword.] Straforel [good-naiuredly]. Nice boy ! But who the deuce is now to pay my score 1 [A sound of furious quarrelling is heard offstage.] [Strayorel peering behind the scenes.] What 's that ? Who 's there ? Who [He bursts into violent laughter.] Save us, Heavenly Powers ! [Enter Bergamin and Pasquin in disorder, with- out their wigs, their clothes cdl torn as after a combat.] ibe'^^ : ^ c\ TH^ FANTASTICKS Pasquin [readjusting his dress and handing Bergamin his wig. In a breathless voice, with immense dignity]. There is your wig, sir. Bergamin [half choked]. Sir, I give you yours. Pasquin. You understand that after such a scene — . There is your ruffle. [Gives him torn ruffle,] Bergamin [his voice cracking ; great dignity]. Sir, I 've patient been, But after this, not even for my son Will I endure to live Pasquin ^ [catching sight of Sylvette, who enters]. My daughter ! Hush ! Begone ! Sylvette [throwing herself into her father'' s arms]. Papa ! I will not marry Percinet ! THE FANTAS TICKS 103 [Enter the NOTARY /or the wedding contract, and the Witnesses in their finest attire.'] Bergamin [losing his head]. The witnesses 1 — the notary 1 — Devils ! Witnesses [scandalised]. Hey^ Notary [shocked and pompous]. Such words to me ! [Straforel, in the midst of the uproar, has picked up and smoothed out the bill thrown at him by Percinet.] Straeorel [thrusting the paper in Bergamin's face]. Pay me ; — in guineas ; — eighty-nine. [Enter the wedding-guests and three fiddlers playing a minuet.] Bergamin [beside himself, shoving people about]. devils ! Fiddles ! Devils ! [To Straforel.] I decline To listen. [With explosion.] Devils ! [The fiddlers continue playing automatically.] i04 the fantasticks Straforel [impatiently to Bergamin.] Sir, sir ! will you answer that ? [Indicates paper.] Bergamin. Ask Pasquin. Pasquin. No ! ask him ! [Indicating Bergamin.] Straforel. What ! shall I hold my hat ? [He reads with emphasis the words of the hill .-] ' One false rape, set in action to betroth ' Bergamin. They 're not betrothed, and their broken oath Breaks off your bargain. Straforel [to Pasquin]. Sir ! Pasquin [protesting]. Why should / pay Now all is ended ? [Pettishly.] Hang you ! go away ! THE FANTASTICKS 105 [Blaise, who enters, speaks apart to Bergamin.] Bergamin \overcome\ My son has left me ! Sylvette [taken a'back\ Gone? [Straforel, who was going up stage, stops short and looks at her attentively.] Straforel. Hallo— ? Bergamin. Oh, fly After him ! Quick ! [He runs off stage, followed by the Notary and the wedding-guests.] Sylvette [with deep emotion]. Gone ! io6 THE FANTASTICKS [Straforel, coming hack aoid watching her.] Straforel Is it writ that I Shall bring these lambs together, in one fold 1 Sylvette [mth sudden fury of indignation]. Gone 1 No ; that is too much ! [Exit, followed by Pasquin.] Straforel [triumphantly]. Cheer up, my boy ! Behold, If you would earn the guineas of your bill, Here are two lovers, to be dealt with still ! [Exit. The three fiddlers, left cdone in the middle of the stage, continue to play their minuet.] Curtain. END OF ACT IT. THE FANTASTICKS 107 ACT III Same Scene. Materials for the rebuilding of the wall lie scattered about. Heaps of lime. Woi^h men's tools. Bergamin and Pasquin, each on a different side, are inspecting the work. A Mason is working at the wall, kneeling with his back to the audience. The Mason [singing as he works]. Fol-lol-de-ri-do ! Bergamin All workmen are so slow. The Mason. Fol-lol-de-ri-do ! Pasquin [watching him with satisfaction]. That 's where the new bricks go ! io8 THE FANTASTICKS Bergamin Ha ! now a touch of plaster ! Pasquin. Ho ! now a splash of lime ! The Mason [singing in operatic fashion]. De ri-do ! De ri-do ! De ri, de ri, de ri-i-i-i-me ! Pasquin. Good voice. The work is bad. [Re comes down stage.] Bergamin [coming down stage, speaks with aggressive cheerfulness]. Ha, ha ! and now — look here, My wall is well begun. Pasquin [stamping upon the spot where the wall is down]. To-morrow noon, 'tis clear. My wall will count two feet — two feet of wall, by Jove ! THE FANTASTICKS 109 . Bergamin \in a lyric outburst]. Wall of my dreams, arise ! arise and be my love ! Pasquin [sharply]. Did you speak, sir 1 Bergamin [with dignity]. I spoke. [Sneering.] I hope I have the right 1 [A pause.] Bergamin [abruptly, cmfidentially]. Ahem ! . . . How go the cards "i Who plays with you at night '? Pasquin [drearily]. No one. And you 1 Bergamin I ? No one. [A pause. They bow ceremoniously to one anotlier and walk about.] no THE FANTASTICKS Pasquin \8tanding sliVi\. You Ve not heard News of your son % Bergamin. No. Nothing. Pasquin Not a word % Ton my faith, neighbour, thieves will pluck him close Ere "he returns ! Bergamin. I thank you. Pasquin \chuckUng\ Ah, boys, boys ! \They salute one another and walk about. A pause.] Pasquin [stopping short]. Now that my sheltering wall stands firm once more, I don't object — . [He hesitates.] — I don't farhid my door. Come in — sometimes — to see me. THE FANTASTIC KS iii Bergamin [stiffly]' When I choose 1 11 come. [They low ceremoniously.'] Pasquin [abruptly]. I say, come now. The cards are laid at home. Bergamin [hesitating]. But can 1 1 — I don't know. — I have not under- stood Pasquin. But — since the cards are laid ! [Coaxingly.] One cribbage to the good. Bergamin [with dignity]. I 'd rather play bezique. Pasquin. Come quick ! [He turns to go.] 112 the fantasticks Bergamin [following him]. You owe me still Pasquin [waving his hand to the Mason]. Work well, my man ! The Mason [at the top of his voice]. Tm-la ! Bergamin [patronisingly]. Fine voice that, if you will ! [Exeunt. As they go off the stage the Mason turns round and takes off his hat, revealing Straforel.] Straforel [imitating Pasquin's voice]. Work well, my man ! His man ! work well ! ha ! ha ! and all Because I 'm come, disguised, to furbish up their wall ! [He sits down upon the unfinished piece of wall.] THE FANTASTICKS li^ The youngster's still afield; still gaping after fame. [Shrugging his shoulders.'] It needs no magic glass to follow out that game ! Prodigal sons return. We'll leave him for a day, For life — great Mistress Life — to teach him her own way ; To douse him with chill facts ; to clip his wand'ring wing, And send him whimpering home. Meanwhile, I sit and sing, Plotting to cure fair Sylvia of her craze For new adventure. In the golden days When I went ruffling through the country towns, Squand'ring my wits on thick-head louts and clowns, I often played the duke ; 'tis but a marquis now, So at it, boy, and [lie draws a letter from his doublet^ and hides it in the mossy trunk of a tree] Ha ! These fathers, you '11 allow, JJo owe me [seeing Sylvette approach] Why, 'tis she, the fair fantastic may ! [He seizes his troivel and disappears behind the wall. Sylvette appears. She looks abmit her furtively J making sure she is not watched.] H 114 THE FANTASTIC KS Sylvette. Nobody ! — and my letter 1 \^She lays her muslin mantle on a bench, etc.] Day by day [she goes to the tree] Some gallant — some adorer — some unseen Beautiful lover, brings — [she plunges her hand into the tree-trunk, and holds up letter] A flower i' the green ! [She reads aloud.] ' Sylvia, Sylvia, marble-hearted, quite ! ' This is the last'— [she looks up] — The last ? — ' complaining I indite. * What ! still no answer, tiger-hearted maid 1 'What! still no pity T [Spoken.] Oh, I am afraid ! [Beads.] ' Love in my hollow heart reverberates forlorn ' — [Spoken.] How well he writes ! [She crumples up the paper nervously.] And Percinet — is gone ! He left me for the world. I '11 do as much for him. I will not wait alone and watch my dreams grow dim. THE FANTASTICKS 115 — Let him but claim me now, this lord who loves me so — . \She looks at the Utter.'] ' tiger-hearted maid ! ' Alas ! how should men know 1 From out these dull green leaves, all full of nests and birds, Let him appear, like dawn, and claim me with sweet words — With strange, sweet words. And, as I am — un- curled, Without a hat — I 'd fly, I 'd follow round the world ! [Holding out her hands.'] Whatever it may cost, break, custom's iron bands ! My lover, still unknown, see ! I stretch suppliant hands. Where art thou ? [Enter Straforel.] Straforel [in a loud voice]. Here ! Sylvette. help ! O help me, Percinet ! [Going backwards as Straforel advanx^es.] How dare you, sir, come near ! ii6 THE FANTASTIC KS Straforel [in a lover-like voice]. AVhat ! send your slave away ? — Mine was the letter, sweet, you read but now. I am that favoured mortal, whose rash vow You hearkened and approved. And mine the rapturous plan To carry off my bride Sylvette [bewildered]. How — dare you speak so — man ! Straforel. A man ? — you take me for a man, sweet miss 1 Now, stap my vitals ! what a jest is this ! [He speaks with a grand air.] Your servant still, though lord of many lands, The Marquess D'Astafiorquercita stands. Your lover here confessed. [Strikes attitude.] His sad, sick heart Long since despaired of Peace. [Confidentially.] That is a part Of all romance. — Yet, on the other hand. His life is wild, and terrible, and grand. He 's a knight- errant. He 's a poet, too — A marquis ; — and he wields this tool [brandishes trowel] for you! [He throws his trowel away with an elegant air, THE FANTASriCKS 117 and tearing off his linen coat and white hat, cohered with lime, appears in a brilliant, fantastic costume, fair curling wig, military moustache.'] Sylvette \startled\ My lord Straforel [interrupting]. For love it was, for love of you, I came. A certain Straforel once spoke your charming name ; — Since then I 'm mad with love — quite mad — afire, I swear. To right your cruel wrongs Sylvette _ {bewUdered], I know not what they were ! Straforel. Angels forget; but I — nay, do not tremble, Sweet, For Straforel is dead — I slew him at my feet. Sylvette \horrified\ You killed him ! ii8 THE FANTASTICKS Straforel [shoiving his hand]. With this hand. It always was my joy To kill my fellow-man. [He curls his moustache. Complacently.] I Ve practised since a boy. Sylvette. Merciful Heaven ! my4ord ! Straforel [patronisingly]. Leave all to me, fair Flower — At any cost you crave to live one royal hour. Sylvette [protesting]. My lord ! Straforel. My word is pledged. To-night I claim my wife. Sylvette. Osir! Straforel. I 'm not in jest. THE FANTASTICKS 119 Sylvette. My lord ! Straforel. My Dearest Life ! But you are deeply pledged. I heard you speak the words. At dusk we 11 fly away — we two — like frighted birds, \with a swaggering air\ And if your worthy merchant-father lose his head With grief — such things have been Sylvette \_'pite(M5ly\. My lord ! Straforel. Nay, strike me dead ! It were a merry jest. I'll shoot men on our track Like dogs ; since, once eloped, there is no turning back. Ho for a merry life ! Sylvette \fTigMened\ But, sir I20 THE FANTASIICKS Straforel. The life for me ! Say, Sweetheart, shall we fly when winds and storms are free % "When on our naked heads the wild rains beat Sylvette \al(hrmed\ sir ! , Straforel. The paths of joy are red from bleeding feet. Sylvette But, sir! Straforel. In unknown lands, far from all human ken, We'll live in lone content, dressed like two beggar-men. / Sylvette \dartled\ But why % Straforel I have no gold. {Scornfully ?\ You would not have me — ridt % THE FANTASTICKS 121 Sylvette \d(mUfully\ I Straforel \jgatr(mmngly\ 'Love me for myself.' / know. Don't blush, sweet witch ! \Bedaimmg^ Once there, we '11 live on crusts — crusts soaked in lovers' tears. Sylvette \hm'nfiedb\. My lord ! Straforel. We '11 live alone, and all forgot, for years. Sylvette \j^otesting\ But I Straforel. Not in a house. No, we shall find content In simpler things than fhat. I '11 love you in a tent. Sylvette. A tent ! 122 THE FANTASTICKS Straforel. Ropes, canvas, tent-poles, six or seven — \dedaiming\ The only bars between us and high heaven. Sylvette \agha^t\ What have I done ? Straforel [tenderly]. What ! still a-quaking, Sweet 1 You fear the road is long for such small feet ? So be it. We will hide, my fairest Queen, Wherever we may hope to live unseen. O solitude — rapture Sylvette [timidly]. You mistake Straforel. Never an honest man this guilty hand will take: What matter ^ Sylvette. Matter ! the fantasticks 123 Straforel. Prejudice, my Own. This world was only built to be o'erthrown. Our happiness shall spring from our disgrace. Sylvette \yiMh dignity]. My lord ! Straforel. All day I '11 contemplate your face. My only task, to hymn your praise in song Sylvette [deprecating]. My lord Straforel. Poesy, Passion !— All day long. — Then, I '11 be jealous of your slightest look Sylvette [protesting]. My lord ! Straforel. Like black Othello in the story-book, I'll howl like wolves, like jackals, and like bears 124 THE FANTASriCKS Sylvette \^falU half fainting on the hendh]. My lord ! Straforel. I '11 drown you in your own salt tears, If you but rattle at your chains. Sylveti'E [faintly]. My lord ! Straforel {with a magnificent air\ The chains of love are sacred, my Adored. Sylvette [taking courage]. My lord Straforel [menucing]. You tremble ? Sylvette [relapsing]. Heaven ! those awful chains. THE FANTASTICKS . 125 Straforel [snatching at her hand violently]. Does milk and water blue these lovely veins 1 [He kisses her hand and throws it aside.] Are you a schoolgirl thus to shrink from me 1 — Shrink from your high, romantic destiny 1 See, now I go; [threateningly] but shall I go — beguiled 1 Sylvette [faltering]. My lord- Straforel [patronisingly]. I understand. Comfort your soul, my child ! To-night, this very night, upon my wildest horse I '11 bear you far away. You '11 suffer, dear, of course, But sedan chairs are slow — are slow and very dear; And this elopement counts. I'll come for you, no fear. [Goes up stage.] My lord- Sylvette [faintly]. 126 the fantasticks Straforel I shall return. Sylvette [imploringly]. My lord ! Straforel [waving his hand]. I come again. Let me but seek my cloak, my steed with tossing mane. Sylvette [imploringly]. My lord ! Straforel [waving his arms with a magnificent gesture]. And we shall fly from distant shore to shore. [Com£s down stage.] dearest dream of love ! heart that beats once more ! Sweet soul ! to whom my soul can whisper — ' Lo ! my bride ! ' 1 shall return, to stay Sylvette [in a half-choked voice]. To stay 1 THE FANTASrJCKS 127 Straforel. Yes ; by thy side To live for evermore — to live while worlds endure. You loved me ere we met. We met. My love was sure. — [Befm^e going out he turns and sees her half fainting on the bench. Aside.] Flourish of trumpets ; enter Percinet ! [Exit.] Sylvette [opening her eyes ; faintly]. My lord ! sir ! Oh, not — not in that awful way ! Oh pity me, my lord ! — Not on the champing steed. Let me go home instead. I could not bear — Indeed. A schoolgirl. — That is all. My lord ! — I would not seem Anything more. My lord ! [She looks about her.] Gone 1 What an awful dream ! [A pause. She sits up and collects herself] 128 THE FANTASTICKS I'd rather serious things would happen but in jest. [aS^^ gets wp^ Sylvia, O my dear, this thing you held for best, This love you longed to know — this lover heaven- sent — Oh!— [She throws up her arms.'] Beggars' clothes and scorn ; — exile — and oh, that tent! Alas ! he brought too much. Ah me, I wanted less: A laurel leaf or two dropped in the daily mess ; — Not bitterness of bays — but spice to daily meat. [She sighs pensively.'] 1 could be happy now with something — not so sweet. — [The twilight deepens in tlie park. She takes up her muslin veil left on the bench and covers her head and shoulders with it. She murmurs dreamily.] Who knows 1 [Enter Percinet. He is in rags^ his arm in a sling ; he drags himself with difficulty. His hatf in which the feather is broken, nearly conceals his face. Sylvette has not yet seen him.] THE FANTA STICKS 129 Percinet. Since yester morn I have not broken bread. Nor eat, nor drank, nor slept ; and oh, this throb- bing head ! — sorry, sorry sport ! — Farewell, adventures all! Mine ears are leaden grown when syren voices call. \^He leans upon the wall, his hat falls and uncovers his face. Sylvette catches sight of him.] Sylvette. You? [He sjprings up aghast. She looks at him.] And in what a plight ! Oh ! can it Percinet [grimly]. It can be. — The Prodigal's Return. — [Fiteousli/.] Alas, alas for me ! [He staggers.] Sylvette [clasping her Alack ! he 's fain to fall ! I30 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet Nothing ; a passing thrill Sylvette [catching sight of his arm, ami with a cry]. Wounded ! Percinet [quickly]. And can your heart forgive, Sylvia, still 1 Sylvette [severely, moving away]. Only a father, sir, the fatted calf should slay. [Percinet makes a quick movement, and his wounded arm makes him wince.] Sylvette [speaking involuntarily, alarmed^. Alas, that wound I Percinet [sadly]. Alas ! for poorest Percinet ! Yet spare your sweetest tears ; I would not have you grieve. THE FANTASTICKS 131 Sylvi^tte Where were you all this time % How could you bear to leave She — those you love, I mean *? Percinet [shaking his head], Sylvette, I wrought no good. [He coughs.] Sylvette [quickly]. And now that cruel cough Percinet [shaking his head]. If you but understood ! [Mysteriousli/.] Roaming afar, at night Sylvette [ingenuously]. And that 's how men catch cold ! — How strangely you are dressed ! 132 THE FANTAS TICKS Percinet. Alas ! must you be told 1 — How among thieves I fell, and grovelled among swine 1 Sylvette [ironically]. That's Life. /'t?e learned that too. [With ill-repressed cu/riosity.] Were the strange ladies fine 1 Percinet [hastily]. Don't talk of them, my dear. Sylvette. And on high balconies, With silken ladders hung, did you ascend the skies 1 Percinet I nearly broke my neck ! Sylvette [ironically]. Oh brave, whom love inspires ! THE FANTASTICKS 133 Percinet Alas, poor silly sheep, with coat torn by the briars ! Sylvette. Long in your memory will such great hours stay ! Percinet How in a cupboard hid I spent one summer day. Sylvette. The gallant wagers won Percinet. Oh. yes, oh yes ; \a8ide\ and how An angry spouse belabours \He rubs his shoulder.] Sylvette [admiringly, pointing to his arm]. Wounded now 1 Percinet [aside]. It nearly cost my life, 134 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette [doubtfully]. And yet you have come back 1 Percinet. Athirst ; afoot ; stripped bare ; a sorry sight, alack ! Sylvette [enthusiastically]. Yes; but at least you 've seen, you 've found True Poetry ! Percinet. I sought it far and wide. [He speaks tenderly.] I left it, dear, with thee. Ah, do not mock me, Sweet, dear Sweet whom I adore ! Sylvette. Alas, 'tis you forget ! Alas, those days are o'er ! Percinet. But why ? Sylvette [sadly]. You have forgot. They held us up to scorn. the fantasticks 135 Percinet. They ? Who ? [Aside.'] My heart awakes ; it wakes to shining dawn ! Sylvette. Our fathers played at hate. Percinet \_quichly]. We played at love's delight. Sylvette [shaking her head]. Oh, that's all very well. I^ve not forgotten, quite ! [With reproach,] You called this wall a stage where silly puppets played. Percinet I said — I did not say [with an outburst] — What matter what I said ? 136 THE FANTASTICKS Dear wall, dear stage, dear mossy stage leaf-set ! With great green boughs for screens, and heaven for parapet. [He points mth his hand.] Our backcloth this old park, that fades to tenderest blue ; The flaming sun for lamp ; and Juliet played by you; Where winds breathe discourse sweet, where flowers and sun and birds Act the old play for which our Shakespeare made the words. Yes . . . though our fathers bade us speak the parts, Pulled puppet-strings, and thought to tutor hearts — It was a stage, my Sylvia, where the play Had been rehearsed by Love — by Love ! Sylvette. Alack the day ! But we were guilty, or we thought it guilt. Percinet [reassuringly]. Guilty we were. A crime is always built On bad intentions ; and we meant a crime, And so are sinners THE FANTASTICKS 137 Sylvette \doubtfulhf\. But that other time Percinet Sinners ! — I would not rob you of one pang. For less than this men have been doomed to hang. Sylvette. You swear it ? \She looks doubtful.] Percinet [fervently]. By your sweet, your balmy breath ! We have been guilty, love, guilty to death. Sylvette [sJiaken in her conviction, sitting down quite near him]. Really guilty 1 [Gets up and moves away.] Yet, O Percinet, Our danger was not danger — it was play. Percinet. It was true danger if we held it true. 138 THE FANTASTICKS Sylvette \sadly\ That rape was but a seeming ; even you — Your rescue was the merest fairy-tale. Percinet. Were you less frightened % Did you turn less pale? And since your soul has tasted the rude woe Of an abduction, I would have you know It is the same, my love, as if you 'd fled. Sylvette [shaking her head]. No j the dear dream is spoilt, the charm is sped. Those masks, those cloaks, that music i' the night. That thrilling combat — for I saw you fight ! [Clasping her hands.] I saw you as a god, whose victims fell. [Pouting,] Yet all was feigned, by Master Straforel ! Percinet. And could he feign that night of Paradise, That lovely gift of April to our love 1 — Or set with stars the starry shining skies 1 Or teach the mist to shimmer like a dove ? THE FANTASTICKS 139 Was it his power that bade the roses dim Float in mid-air, like flowers on a stream, Till, like a redder rose, above the rim Of dreaming woods, the moon rose in our dream 1 Sylvette. Percinet ! Percinet. love ! young as that night of spring, A-fire with youth ; a-bloom ; untouched ; in- violate ; — What need of magic here % O fond Heart, wavering. Fly to your nest at last. My dove has found her mate ! Sylvette \with emotion]. Your dove 1 [She turns away and sheds tears.] Percinet. A tear I [He takes her by the hand.] A pearl 1 [Kissing her ha7id,] You can forgive me — so 1 Sylvette [simply], 1 loved you all the while. I think I did not know. 140 THE FANTASTICKS Percinet. This is your brow ; this is your lovely hair ; The virgin breath of you makes sweet this night; The angels in God's heaven are not more fair. \IIe plays with her floating veil.'] Oh, let me kiss this hem of maiden white ! Come ! blessed cloud, my dear love's dearest veil ! Come, cool my parched lips with thy perfumes ! [Half aside.] How could I slight these maiden muslins pale For all the silks and velvets of their looms ? Sylvette [quickly, with curiosity]. What silk ? Whose velvet ? Percinet. No one, O my Sweet ! My child ; my Sylvia ; at your sacred feet [he kneels] I kneel to worship Whiteness. Sylvette [looking down]. My poor dress Is only linen, dearest. THE FANTASTICKS 141 Percinet. See, I press My lips upon its border, bending low Lest I should soil my sweet saint's robe of snow. This linen fold That clips yon tight, As envious clouds enfold The light ; This thin white lawn — White flutterings, Outspread, indrawn — Your wings ; This linen fold So seemly laid — A look, overbold. Might fade ; This lilmy lawn — As virginally fair As the cobweb, born 'Mid air ; This linen fold — As dainty-bright As are your thoughts, untold. All white ; This speckless lawn — Dazzling like snow, like fire — The soul of You ; withdrawn From my desire ; 142 THE FANTASTICKS White folds below, above — White veils where I adore, — White veils of You ! What should I love Or worship more ? Sylvette. Oh, not in distant lands, in untrod ways, In wild adventure or in unsung lays, But here lives Poetry ! [She falls into his arms.] Percinet [shaking his head]. I cannot praise at all My own adventures as poetical. Sylvette. The storms our fathers planned were fruitful showers : They shook our souls, but brought our love to light. Percinet. What though the web was false? the golden flowers Were 'broidered there by love for our delight. THE FANTASTICKS 143 Sylvette. foolish, foolish, foolish girl and boy To seek for joy and love, when we are Love and Joy! \Enter Straforel. Re recalls the fathers and shows them Sylvette and Percinet in one another's arms.] Straforel. Look ! Eeconciled ! Bergamin. My son ! [He embraces Percinet.] Straforel. You '11 pay me now 1 Pasquin [to his daughter]. You love the boy again ? Sylvette. Yes. Pasquin. Lord ! a woman's vow ! 144 THE FANTASTICKS Stratorel. I '11 get my well-earned gold ? Bergamin. You '11 get both gold and glory. Sylvette \startled\ That voice % Heavens ! — The Marquis of my story ! Straforel \hom'mg\. Your Marquis ? It was I, most charming Miss, I — Straforel ! — Forgive me, that in this My zeal forestalled your wishes, and I took Means just to give you, in a single look, That knowledge women often travel far To find out for themselves — how dull adventures are ! Doubtless you too, like him, [indicating Percinet] our dear young friend. Might find this out in time ; but, faith ! that bitter end Is far to seek. The world is hard and wide. [Ccynfidentially.] I showed you my best magic-lantern slide ! THE FANTASTICKS 145 Perginbt:** What's that? Sylvette \haztily\ Nothing. I love you ! Bergamin \^i^ointing to the wall begun]. And to-morrow — bang ! Down with those stones, and let all walls go hang! Pasquin. Away with all that ever stands between ! Straforel. No ; keep your walls. Without them naught had been. Sylvette [summoning the actors about her]. And now we five— if Master Straforel please — Let us expound the play in which we 've tried to please. [She comes down stage and addresses the audience, marking time with her hand.] Light, easy rhymes ; old dresses, frail and light ; Love in a park, fluting an ancient tune. [Soft muaic] K 146 THE FANTASTICKS Bergamin. A fairy-tale quintet, mad as Midsummer-night. Pasquin. Some quarrels. Yes ! — but all so very slight ! Straforel. Madness of sunstroke ; madness of the moon ! A worthy villain, in his mantle dight. Sylvette. Light, easy rhymes ; old dresses, frail and light ; Love in a park, fluting an ancient tune. Percinet. A Watteau picture — not by Watteau, quite ; Release from many a dreary Northern rune ; Lovers and fathers ; old walls, flowery-bright ; A brave old plot — with music — ending soon. Sylvette. Light, easy rhymes ; old dresses, frail and light. \T}ie stage gradually darkens; the last lines are delivered in voices that grow fainter as the actors appear to fade away into mist and darkness.] Curtain. THE END. Edinburgh : T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty LOAN DEPT „ on the erkeley GENERAL LIBRARY - U.C. BERKELEY IIIIIIHI B^^^ BDD071SSm /^ M101833 THE UNIVERSITY OF CAUFORNIA LIBRARY BRENTANO'S