CONFESSOR. That"s soon done.
STRANGER. Permit a question first. Haven"t we met already?
CONFESSOR. Yes. I sat by your bedside, when you were delirious. At your desire, I heard your confession.
STRANGER. What? My confession?
CONFESSOR. Yes. But I couldn"t give you absolution; because it seemed that what you said was spoken in fever.
STRANGER. Why?
CONFESSOR. There was hardly a sin or vice you didn"t take upon yourself--things so hateful you"d have had to undergo strict penitence before demanding absolution. Now you"re yourself again I can ask whether there are grounds for your self-accusations.
(The ABBESS leaves them.)
STRANGER. Have you the right?
CONFESSOR. No. In truth, no right. (Pause.) But you want to know in whose company you are! The very best. There, for instance, is a madman, Caesar, who lost his wits through reading the works of a certain writer whose notoriety is greater than his fame. There"s a beggar, who won"t admit he"s a beggar, because he"s learnt Latin and is free. There, a doctor, called the werewolf, whose history"s well known. There, two parents, who grieved themselves to death over a son who raised his hand against theirs. He must be responsible for refusing to follow his father"s bier and desecrating his mother"s grave. There"s his unhappy sister, whom he drove out into the snow, as he himself recounts, with the best intentions. Over there"s a woman who"s been abandoned with her two children, and there"s another doing crochet work.... All are old acquaintances. Go and greet them!
(The STRANGER has turned his back on the company: he now goes to the table, left, and sits down with his back to them. He raises his head, sees the picture of the Archangel Michael and lowers his eyes. The CONFESSOR stands behind the STRANGER. A Catholic Requiem can be heard from the chapel. The CONFESSOR speaks to the STRANGER in a low voice while the music goes on.)
Quantus tremor est futurus Quando judex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus, Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulchra regionum Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura, c.u.m resurget creatura Judicanti responsura Liber scriptus proferetur In quo totum continetur Unde mundus judicetur.
Judex ergo c.u.m sedebit Quidquid latet apparebit Nil inultum remanebit.
(He goes to the desk by the table, right, and opens his breviary. The music ceases.)
We will continue the reading.... "But if thou wilt not hearken unto the voice of the Lord thy G.o.d all these curses shall overtake thee. Cursed shalt thou be in the city, and cursed shalt thou be in the field; cursed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and cursed when thou goest out."
OMNES (in a low voice). Cursed!
CONFESSOR. "The Lord shall send upon thee vexation and rebuke in all that thou settest thy hand for to do, until thou be destroyed, and until thou perish quickly, because of the wickedness of thy doings, whereby thou hast forsaken me."
OMNES (loudly). Cursed!
CONFESSOR. "The Lord shall cause thee to be smitten before thine enemies: thou shalt go out one way against them, and flee seven ways before them, and shalt be moved into all the kingdoms of the earth. And thy carcase shall be meat unto all fowls of the air, and unto the beasts of the earth, and no man shall fray them away. The Lord will smite thee with the botch of Egypt, the scab and the itch, with madness and blindness, that thou shalt grope at noonday, as the blind gropeth in darkness. Thou shalt not prosper in thy ways, and thou shalt be only oppressed and spoiled evermore, and no man shall save thee. Thou shalt betroth a wife, and another man shall lie with her: thou shalt build an house, and thou shalt not dwell therein: thou shalt plant a vineyard, and shalt not gather the grapes thereof. Thy sons and thy daughters shall be given unto another people, and thine eyes fail with longing for them; and there shall be no might in thy hand. And thou shalt find no ease on earth, neither shall the sole of thy foot have rest: the Lord shall give thee a trembling heart, and failing of eyes and sorrow of mind. And thy life shall hang in doubt before thee; and thou shalt fear day and night. In the morning thou shalt say, would G.o.d it were even!
And at even thou shalt say, would G.o.d it were morning! And because thou servedst not the Lord thy G.o.d when thou livedst in security, thou shalt serve him in hunger, in thirst, in nakedness and in want; and He shall put a yoke of iron upon thy neck, until He have destroyed thee!"
OMNES. Amen!
(The CONFESSOR has read the above loudly and rapidly, without turning to the STRANGER. All those present, except the LADY, who is working, have been listening and have joined in the curse, though they have feigned not to notice the STRANGER, who has remained with his back to them, sunk in himself. The STRANGER now rises as if to go. The CONFESSOR goes towards him.)
STRANGER. What was that?
CONFESSOR. The Book of Deuteronomy.
STRANGER. Of course. But I seem to remember blessings in it, too.
CONFESSOR. Yes, for those who keep His commandments.
STRANGER. Hm.... I can"t deny that, for a moment, I felt shaken. Are they temptations to be resisted, or warnings to be obeyed? (Pause.) Anyhow I"m certain now that I have fever. I must go to a real doctor.
CONFESSOR. See he _is_ the right one!
STRANGER. Of course!
CONFESSOR. Who can heal "delightful scruples of conscience"!
ABBESS. Should you need charity again, you now know where to find it.
STRANGER. No. I do not.
ABBESS (in a low voice). Then I"ll tell you. In a "rose" room, near a certain running stream.
STRANGER. That"s the truth! In a "rose" room. Wait; how long have I been here?
ABBESS. Three months to-day.
STRANGER. Three months! Have I been sleeping? Or where have I been?
(Looking out of the window.) It"s autumn. The trees are bare; the clouds look cold. Now it"s coming back to me! Can you hear a mill grinding? The sound of a horn? The rushing of a river? A wood whispering--and a woman weeping? You"re right. Only there can charity be found. Farewell.
(Exit.)
CONFESSOR (to the Abbess). The fool! The fool!
Curtain.
SCENE X
THE "ROSE" ROOM
[The curtains have been taken down. The windows gape into the darkness outside. The furniture has been covered in brown loose-covers and pulled forward. The flowers have been taken away, and the large black stove lit. The MOTHER is standing ironing white curtains by the light of a single lamp. There is a knock at the door.]
MOTHER. Come in!
STRANGER (doing so). Where"s my wife?
MOTHER. Where do you come from?
STRANGER. I think, from h.e.l.l. But where"s my wife?
MOTHER. Which of them do you mean?
STRANGER. The question"s justified. Everything is, except to me.
MOTHER. There may be a reason: I"m glad you"ve seen it. Where have you been?
STRANGER. Whether in a poorhouse, a madhouse or a hospital, I don"t know. I should like to think it all a feverish dream. I"ve been ill: I lost my memory and can"t believe three months have pa.s.sed. But where"s my wife?