Clara. One full of suffering, princess--and of work. (A pause.)
Princess. Do you know what the King"s past has been?
Clara (drooping her head). Ah, yes.
Princess. Yours will be tarred with the same brush--no matter what it really has been.
Clara. I know that. He has told me so.
Princess. Really!--After all, is it a sacrifice you are making for his sake? Do you love the King?
Clara (faintly). Yes.
Princess. Then listen to me. If you loved the King, you would have made a _real_ sacrifice for him. We are women, you and I; we can understand these things without many words. But such a sacrifice does not consist in consenting to be his queen.
Clara. It is not I that wished it.
Princess. You have allowed yourself to be persuaded?--Well, you are either deceiving yourself, my girl, or you are deceiving him. Perhaps you began with the one and are ending with the other. Anyway, it is time you had your eyes opened as to which of you it is that is making the sacrifice. Do you not know that, on your account, he is already the target for general contempt? (CLARA bursts into tears.) If that makes you repent, show it--show it by your deeds!
Clara. I repent of nothing.
Princess (in astonishment). What state of mind are you in, then?
Clara. I have suffered terribly. But I pray G.o.d for strength to bear it.
Princess. Don"t talk nonsense! The whole thing is a horrible confusion of ideas--half remorse and half cant--the one so mixed up with the other in your mind that you cannot disentangle them. But, believe me, others feel very sure that sacred things and--and what I won"t call bluntly by its name, go very ill together! So don"t waste those airs on me; they only irritate me!
Clara. Princess, don"t be cruel to me. I _am_ suffering, all the same.
Princess. Why on earth do you want to go any farther with the affair?
If you aren"t clear about it, take advice! Your father is opposed to it, isn"t he?
Clara. Yes. (Throws herself into a chair.)
Princess. He has hidden himself away from you. You don"t know where he is, or how he is--though you know he is crippled and ill. And, meanwhile, here you are in full dress, with a rose in your hair, waiting to set out to a court at the palace! Are you willing to pa.s.s through contemptuous rioting crowds, and over your sick father"s body, to become queen? What callous levity! What a presumptuous mixture of what you think is love, duty, sacrifice, trial--with an unscrupulous ambition--!
The King? Are you depending on him? He is a poet. He loves anything unusual or sensational. Resistance stimulates him; and that is what drives him into believing that his love will be unending. When you have been married a week, it will be all over. If he had not met with resistance, it would have been all over before this. I know the King better than you; for I know his faithlessness. It is like his love--unending! It hurts you to hear that, does it? Well, it hurts one"s eyes to look at the sun. But I can tell you about these things. The only reason I had for coming was to tell you what I know. And now that I have seen you, I can tell you that I know one thing more--and I will tell you what it is. If you actually allow the King, with his ardent temperament, to stray into a path which will lead to the ruin of his career, your action will, in the fullness of time, recoil so appallingly upon your own head that it will kill you. I know you are one of those that faithlessness, remorse and contempt _would_ kill.--Don"t look so beseechingly at me; I cannot retract a word of what I have said. But I can tell you now what I had decided upon before I came. _I_ will look after your future. I am not rich; but, as sure as I stand here before you, you shall live free from care--you shall have everything that you need--for the rest of your life. I want no thanks! I do it for the sake of the King, and for the sake of the country to which I belong. It is my duty. Only get up now and come with me to my carriage. (Offers CLARA her hand.)
Clara. If it were as easy as that, I should have done it long, long ago.
Princess (turns away. Then comes back). Get up. (Pulls her on to her feet.) Do you love the King?
Clara. Do I love him? I am a motherless child, and have lived alone with a father who has been constantly persecuted on account of his principles; I shared his ideals from a very early age, and I have never abandoned them since. Then one day I was given the chance of making these ideals real. "What _I_ long to do, _you_ shall accomplish!"
he said. There is something great about that, Princess--something all-powerful--a call from G.o.d Himself. Of that I am certain.
Princess. It is merely a rhapsody of the King"s--nothing else!
Clara. Then I will make it real and live it! I have given my whole soul to it, and have strengthened his to the same end. It has been my ideal all my life.
Princess. And you believe that it will last?
Clara. Yes.
Princess. Then let me beg you to believe this, too--it will last until he has attained his end.
Clara. If you mean our marriage, let me tell you that _that_ is not our end.
Princess (in surprise). What is, then?
Clara. Our end is to accomplish something together. That task shall be consecrated and enn.o.bled by our love. Yes, you may look at me! Those were his own words.
Princess. That answer!--That thought!--But what certainty have you?
Clara. Of what?
Princess. That you did not put the thought into his mind?--and that the fire in his soul may not flicker out?
Clara. If I needed any a.s.surance, I should find it in the fact that he changed his whole life for my sake; he waited for me for more than a year. Has he ever done that for any one before? I am sure he has never needed to! (The PRINCESS winces.) It is those who have seduced that "ardent" temperament of his--you called it that yourself--that are to blame, and not I, Princess! (A pause.) I checked him to the best of my power when he came to me as he was wont to go to others. (A pause.) Indeed it is no sacrifice to become his wife. When one loves, there is no question of sacrifice. But the position in which I now stand exposes me to more suspicion than the humblest of his subjects, to more scorn than if I were his mistress. Think how you have spoken to me to-day yourself, Princess! (A pause.) It is no sacrifice to endure such things for the man one loves. It was not I that used the word "sacrifice,"
either; and as for the sacrifice you implied that I ought to have made, I don"t wish to understand what you meant by that, even though I am a woman as well as you! But if you knew, Princess, how hard a fight I have been through before I found the strength to cast in my lot with his, against my father"s wish and against you all--you would not have spoken to me about making a sacrifice. At all events you would not have spoken to me as you have done to-day; because you are not cruel, and I know that at bottom you mean me well. (A longer pause.)
Princess. This is more serious than I knew.--Poor child, your disappointment will be all the more serious.
Clara. Not with him!
Princess (half to herself). Is it possible he can be so changed? Was that what was needed to secure a hold on him--? (To CLARA.) Is he coming here to fetch you?
Clara. Yes.
Princess. What does he want to hold this court for? What is the good of throwing down this challenge to all the dignitaries of his kingdom?--especially if, after all, he means to live the life of an ordinary citizen?
Clara. He wished it.
Princess. An exciting episode in his rhapsody! Why did you not dissuade him?
Clara. Because I agree with him.
Princess. Perhaps you don"t fully realise what it means?--what humiliation the King will have to undergo?
Clara. I only know that it seems to me that these things should be done openly, and that he has plenty of courage.
Princess. That is mere bravado. Are you going in that dress?--to court in that dress? (CLARA is silent.) I say it is mere bravado.
Clara. I have no better dress.
Princess. What do you mean? Surely the King can--? Are you jesting?
Clara (shyly). I do not allow the King to give me anything; not until--.
Princess. Doesn"t he pay your expenses here, then? (Looks round the room.)