(The CONFESSOR enters.)
HOSTESS. Then I"ll go; for the Confessor has no love for me.
LADY. The Confessor loves all mankind.
CONFESSOR (coming forward and speaking to the LADY). You best of all, my child; for you"re goodness itself. Whether you"re beautiful to look at, I can"t see; but I know you must be, because you"re good. Yes, you were the bride of my youth, and my spiritual mate; and you"ll always be so, for you gave me what you were never able to give to others. I"ve lived your life in my spirit, suffered your pains, enjoyed your pleasures--pleasure rather, for you"d no others than what your child gave you. I alone have seen the beauty of your soul--my friend here has divined it; that"s why he felt attracted to you--but the evil in him was too strong; you had to draw it out of him into yourself to free him. Then, being evil, you had to suffer the worst pains of h.e.l.l for his sake, to bring atonement. Your work"s ended. You can go in peace!
LADY. Where?
CONFESSOR. Up there. Where the sun"s always shining.
LADY (rising). Is there a home for me there, too?
CONFESSOR. There"s a home for everyone! I"ll show you the way. (He goes with her into the background. The STRANGER makes a movement.) You"re impatient? You mustn"t be! (He goes out. The STRANGER remains sitting alone. The WORSHIPPERS OF VENUS get up, go towards him and form a circle round him.)
STRANGER. What do you want with me?
WORSHIPPERS. Hail! Father.
STRANGER (much upset). Why call me that?
FIRST VOICE. Because we"re your children. Your dear ones!
STRANGER (tries to escape, but is surrounded and cannot). Let me go. Let me go!
SECOND VOICE (that of a pale youth). Don"t you recognise me, Father?
TEMPTER (appearing in the background at the left-hand fork of the path).
Ha!
STRANGER (to the Second Voice). Who are you? I seem to know your face.
SECOND VOICE. I"m Erik--your son!
STRANGER. Erik! You here?
SECOND VOICE. Yes. I"m here.
STRANGER. G.o.d have mercy! And you, my boy, forgive me!
SECOND VOICE. Never! You showed us the way to the sulphur springs! Is it far to the lake?
(The STRANGER falls to the ground.)
TEMPTER. Ha! Jubilate, temptatores!
VENUS WORSHIPPERS. Sulphur! Sulphur! Sulphur! Mercury!
TEMPTER (coming forward and touching the STRANGER with his foot). The worm! You can make him believe whatever you like. That comes from his unbelievable pride. Does he think he"s the mainspring of the universe, the originator of all evil? This foolish man believes he taught youth to go in search of Venus; as if youth hadn"t done that long before he was born! His pride"s insupportable, and he"s been rash enough to try to botch my work for me. Give him another greeting, lying Erik! (The SECOND VOICE--that is the youth--bends over the STRANGER and whispers in his ear.) There were seven deadly sins; but now there are eight. The eighth I discovered! It"s called despair. For to despair of what is good, and not to hope for forgiveness, is to call... (He hesitates before p.r.o.nouncing the word G.o.d, as if it burnt his lips.) G.o.d wicked. That is calumny, denial, blasphemy.... Look how he winces!
STRANGER (rising quickly, and looking the TEMPTER to the eyes). Who are you?
TEMPTER. Your brother. Don"t we resemble one another? Some of your features seem to remind me of my portrait.
STRANGER. Where have I seen it?
TEMPTER. Almost everywhere! I"m often to be found in churches, though not amongst the saints.
STRANGER. I can"t remember....
TEMPTER. Is it so long since you"ve been to church? I"m usually represented with St. George. (The STRANGER totters and would like to fly, but cannot.) Michael and I are sometimes to be seen in a group, in which, to be sure, I don"t appear in the most favourable light; but that can be altered. All can be altered; and one day the last shall be first.
It"s just the same in your case. For the moment, things are going badly with you, but that can be altered too... if you"ve enough intelligence to change your company. You"ve had too much to do with skirts, my son.
Skirts raise dust, and dust lies on eyes and breast.... Come and sit down. We"ll have a chat.... (He takes the STRANGER jocularly by the ear and leads him round the table.) Sit down and tremble, young man! (They both sit down.) Well? What shall we do? Call for wine--and a woman? No!
That"s too old a trick, as old as Doctor Faust! Bon! We modern are in search of mental dissipation.... So you"re on your way to those holy men up there, who think that they who sleep can"t sin; to the cowardly ones, who"ve given up the battle of life, because they were defeated once or twice; to those that bind souls rather than free them.... And talking of that! Has any saintly man ever freed you from the burden of sin? No!
Do you know why sin has been oppressing you for so long? Through renunciation and abstinence, you"ve grown so weak that anyone can seize your soul and take possession of it. Why, they can even do it from a distance! You"ve so destroyed your personality that you see with strange eyes, hear with strange ears and think strange thoughts. In a word you"ve murdered your own soul. Just now, didn"t you speak well of the enemies of mankind; of Woman, who made a h.e.l.l of paradise? You needn"t answer me; I can read your answer in your eyes and hear it on your lips.
You talk of pure love for a woman! That"s l.u.s.t, young man, l.u.s.t after a woman, which we have to pay for so dearly. You say you don"t desire her.
Then why do you want to be near her? You"d like to have a friend? Take a male friend, many of them! You"ve let them convince you you"re no woman hater. But the woman gave you the right answer; every healthy man"s a woman hater, but can"t live without linking himself to his enemy, and so must fight her! All perverse and unmanly men are admirers of women!
How"s it with you now? So you saw those invalids and thought yourself responsible for their misery? They"re tough fellows, you can believe me; they"ll be able to leave here in a few days and go back to their occupations. Oh yes, lying Erik"s a wag! But things have gone so far with you, that you can"t distinguish between your own and other people"s children. Wouldn"t it be a great thing to escape from all this? What do you say? Oh, I could free you... but I"m no saint. Now we"ll call old Maia. (He whistles between his fingers: MAIA appears.) Ah, there you are! Well, what are you doing here? Have you any business with this fellow?
MAIA. No. He"s good and always was; but he"d a terrible wife.
TEMPTER (to the STRANGER). Listen! You"ve not heard that yet, have you?
Rather the opposite. She was the good angel, whom you ruined... we"ve all been told that! Now, old Maia, what kind of story is it he prattles of? He says he was plagued with remorse for seven years because he owed you money.
MAIA. He owed me a small sum once; but I got it back from him--and with good interest--much better than the savings bank would have given me. It was very good of him--very kind.
STRANGER (starting up). What"s that you said? Is it possible I"ve forgotten?
TEMPTER. Have you the receipt, Maia? If so, give it me.
MAIA. The gentleman must have the receipt; but I"ve got the savings bank book here. He paid the money into it in my name. (She produces a savings bank book, and hands it to the STRANGER, who looks at it.)
STRANGER. Yes, that"s quite right. Now I remember. Then why this seven-year torment, shame and disgrace? Those reproaches during sleepless nights? Why? Why? Why?
TEMPTER. Old Maia, you can go now. But first say something nice about this self-tormentor. Can"t you remember any human quality in this wild beast, whom human beings have baited for years?
STRANGER (to MAIA). Quiet, don"t answer him! (He stops his ears with his fingers.)
TEMPTER. Well, Maia?
MAIA. I know well enough what they say about him, but that refers to what he writes--and I"ve not read it for I can"t read. Still, no one need read it, if they don"t want to. Anyhow the gentleman"s been very kind. Now he"s stopping his ears. I don"t know how to flatter; but I can say this in a whisper.... (She whispers some thing to the TEMPTER.)
TEMPTER. Yes. All human beings who are easily moved are baited like wild beasts! It"s the rule. Good bye, old Maia!
MAIA. Good-bye, kind gentlemen. (She goes out.)
STRANGER. Why did I suffer innocently for seven years?
TEMPTER (pointing upwards with one finger). Ask up there!