STRANGER. Beggar! Have you seen a lady in a coat and skirt pa.s.s this way?
BEGGAR. I"ve seen five hundred. But, seriously, I must ask you not to call me beggar now. I"ve found work!
STRANGER. Oh! So it"s you!
BEGGAR. Ille ego qui quondam....
STRANGER. What kind of work have you?
BEGGAR. I"ve a starling, that whistles and sings.
STRANGER. You mean, _he_ does the work?
BEGGAR. Yes. I"m my own master now.
STRANGER. Do you catch birds?
BEGGAR. No. The lime twig"s merely for appearances.
STRANGER. So you still cling to such things?
BEGGAR. What else should I cling to? What"s within us is nothing but pure... nonsense.
STRANGER. Is that the final conclusion of your whole philosophy of life?
BEGGAR. My complete metaphysic. The view mad be rather out of date, but...
STRANGER. Can you be serious for a moment? Tell me about your past.
BEGGAR. Why unravel that old skein? Twist it up rather. Twist it up. Do you think I"m always so merry? Only when I meet you: you"re so d.a.m.nably funny!
STRANGER. How can you laugh, with a wrecked life behind you?
BEGGAR. Now he"s getting personal! (Pause.) If you can"t laugh at adversity, not even that of others, you"re begging of life itself.
Listen! If you follow this wheel track you"ll come, at last, to the ocean, and there the path will stop. If you sit down there and rest, you"ll begin to take another view of things. Here there are so many accidents, religious themes, disagreeable memories that hinder thought as it flies to the "rose" room. Only follow the track! If it"s muddy here and there, spread your wings and flutter. And talking of fluttering: I once heard a bird that sang of Polycrates and his ring; how he"d become possessed of all the marvels of this world, but didn"t know what to do with them. So he sent tidings east and west of the great Nothing he"d helped to fashion from the empty universe. I wouldn"t a.s.sert you were the man, unless I believed it so firmly I could take my oath on it. Once I asked you whether you knew who I was, and you said it didn"t interest you. In return I offered you my friendship, but you refused it rudely. However, I"m not sensitive or resentful, so I"ll give you good advice on your way. Follow the track!
STRANGER (avoiding him). You don"t deceive me.
BEGGAR. You believe nothing but evil. That"s why you get nothing but evil. Try to believe what is good. Try!
STRANGER. I will. But if I"m deceived, I"ve the right to....
BEGGAR. You"ve no right to do that.
STRANGER (as if to himself ). Who is it reads my secret thoughts, turns my soul inside out, and pursues me? Why do you persecute me?
BEGGAR. Saul! Saul! Why persecutest thou Me?
(The STRANGER goes out with a gesture of horror. The chord of the funeral march is heard again. The LADY enters.)
LADY. Have you seen a man pa.s.s this way in a long cloak, with a green hat?
BEGGAR. There was a poor devil here, who hobbled off....
LADY. The man I"m searching for"s not lame.
BEGGAR. Nor was he. It seems he"d hurt his hip; and that made him walk unsteadily. I mustn"t be malicious. Look here in the mud.
LADY. Where?
BEGGAR (pointing). There! At that rut. In it you can see the impression of a boot, firmly planted....
LADY (looking at the impression). It"s he! His heavy tread.... Can I catch him up?
BEGGAR. Follow the track!
LADY (taking his hand and kissing it). Thank you, my friend. (Exit.)
SCENE XIV
BY THE SEA
[The same landscape as before, but now winter. The sea is dark blue, and on the horizon great clouds take on the shapes of huge heads. In the distance three bare masts of a wrecked ship, that look like three white crosses. The table and seat are still under the tree, but the chairs have been removed. There is snow on the ground. From time to time a bell-buoy can be heard. The STRANGER comes in from the left, stops a moment and looks out to sea, then goes out, right, behind the cottage.
The LADY enters, left, and appears to be following the STRANGER"S footsteps on the snow; she exits in front of the cottage, right. The STRANGER re-enters, right, notices the footprints of the LADY, pauses, and looks back, right. The LADY re-enters, throws herself into his arms, but recoils.]
LADY. You thrust me away.
STRANGER. No. It seems there"s someone between us.
LADY. Indeed there is! (Pause.) What a meeting!
STRANGER. Yes. It"s winter; as you see.
LADY. I can feel the cold coming from you.
STRANGER. I got frozen in the mountains.
LADY. Do you think the spring will ever come?
STRANGER. Not to us! We"ve been driven from the garden, and must wander over stones and thistles. And when our hands and feet are bruised, we feel we must rub salt in the wounds of the... other one. And then the mill starts grinding. It"ll never stop; for there"s always water.
LADY. No doubt what you say is true.
STRANGER. But I"ll not yield to the inevitable. Rather than that we should lacerate each other I"ll gash myself as a sacrifice to the G.o.ds.
I"ll take the blame upon me; declare it was I who taught you to break your chains. I who tempted you! Then you can lay all the blame on me: for what I did, and what happened after.
LADY. You couldn"t bear it.