ANOTHER They might come back!
OLD URSULA [calling from her window]
Piper! I want the tune that charmed the rats!
If they come back, I"ll have my grandson play it.
PIPER I pipe but for the children.
ILSE [dropping her doll and picking it up]
Oh, do pipe Something for Fridolin!
HANSEL Oh, pipe at me!
Now I"m a mouse! I"ll eat you up! Rr--rr!--
CHILDREN Oh, pipe! Oh, play! Oh, play and make us dance!
Oh, play, and make us run away from school!
PIPER Why, what are these?
CHILDREN [scampering round him]
We"re mice, we"re mice, we"re mice! . . .
We"re mice, we"re mice! We"ll eat up everything!
MARTIN"S WIFE [calling]
"T is church-time. La, what will the neighbors say?
ILSE [Waving her doll]
Oh, please do play something for Fridolin!
AXEL"S WIFE Do hear the child. She"s quite the little mother!
PIPER A little mother? Ugh! How horrible.
That fairy thing, that princess,--no, that Child!
A little mother?
[To her]
Drop the ugly thing!
MARTIN"S WIFE Now, on my word! and what"s amiss with mothers?
Are mothers horrible?
[The PIPER is struck with painful memories.]
PIPER No, no. But--care And want and pain and age. . .
[Turns back to them with a bitter change of voice]
And penny-wealth,-- And penny-counting.--Penny prides and fears-- Of what the neighbors say the neighbors say!--
MARTIN"S WIFE And were you born without a mother, then?
ALL Yes, you there! Ah, I told you! He"s no man.
He"s of the devil.
MARTIN"S WIFE Who was your mother, then?
PIPER [fiercely]
Mine!--Nay, I do not know. For when I saw her, She was a thing so trodden, lost and sad, I cannot think that she was ever young, Save in the cherishing voice.--She was a stroller; My father was a stroller.--So, you have it!
And since she clave to him, and hunger too, The Church"s ban was on her.--Either live, Mewed up forever,--she! to be a nun; Or keep her life-long wandering with the wind; The very name of wife stript from her troth.
That was my mother.--And she starved and sang; And like the wind, she roved and lurked and shuddered Outside your lighted windows, and fled by, Storm-hunted, trying to outstrip the snow, South, south, and homeless as a broken bird,-- Limping and hiding!--And she fled, and laughed, And kept me warm; and died! To you, a Nothing; Nothing, forever, oh, you well-housed mothers!
As always, always for the lighted windows Of all the world, the Dark outside is nothing; And all that limps and hides there in the dark; Famishing,--broken,--lost!
And I have sworn For her sake and for all, that I will have Some justice, all so late, for wretched men, Out of these same smug towns that drive us forth After the show!--Or scheme to cage us up Out of the sunlight; like a squirrel"s heart Torn out and drying in the market-place.
My mother! Do you know what mothers are?-- Your children! Do you know them? Ah, not you!
There"s not one here but it would follow me, For all your bleating!
AXEL"S WIFE Kuno, come away!
[The children cling to him. He smiles down triumphantly.
PIPER Oho, Oho! Look you?--You preach--I pipe!
[Reenter the men, with KURT and JACOBUS, from the Rathaus, murmuring dubiously.
[The PIPER sets down JAN and stands forth, smiling.
JACOBUS [smoothly]
H"m! My good man, we have faithfully debated Whether your vision of so great a sum Might be fulfilled,--as by some miracle.
But no. The moneys we administer Will not allow it; nor the common weal.
Therefore, for your late service, here you have Full fifteen guilders, [Holding forth a purse]
and a pretty sum Indeed, for piping!
KURT [ominously]
Take them!
JACOBUS Either that, Or, to speak truly, nothing!
[The PIPER is motionless]
Come, come. Nay, count them, if you will.
KURT Time goes!
PIPER Ay. And your oath?
KURT No more; Enough.
[There is a sound of organ music from the Minster.]
VERONIKA [beseechingly]
Ah, Kurt!
KURT [savagely to the crowd]
What do ye, mewling of this fellow"s rights?
He hath none!--Wit ye well, he is a stroller, A wastrel, and the shadow of a man!
Ye waste the day and dally with the law.
Such have no rights; not in their life nor body!
We are in no wise bound. Nothing is his.
He may not carry arms; nor have redress For any harm that men should put on him, Saving to strike a shadow on the wall!