The Collected Plays. Rabindranath Tagore
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Название: The Collected Plays

Автор: Rabindranath Tagore

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СКАЧАТЬ faded, let me throw them out of the temple [unveiling in her original male attire]. Now, look at your worshipper with gracious eyes. I am not beautifully perfect as the flowers with which I worshipped. I have many flaws and blemishes. I am a traveller in the great world-path, my garments are dirty, and my feet are bleeding with thorns. Where should I achieve flower-beauty, the unsullied loveliness of a moment's life? The gift that I proudly bring you is the heart of a woman. Here have all pains and joys gathered, the hopes and fears and shames of a daughter of the dust; here love springs up struggling toward immortal life. Herein lies an imperfection which yet is noble and grand. If the flower-service is finished, my master, accept this as your servant for the days to come! I am Chitra, the king's daughter. Perhaps you will remember the day when a woman came to you in the temple of Shiva, her body loaded with ornaments and finery. That shameless woman came to court you as though she were a man. You rejected her; you did well. My lord, I am that woman. She was my disguise. Then by the boon of gods I obtained for a year the most radiant form that a mortal ever wore, and wearied my hero's heart with the burden of that deceit. Most surely I am not that woman. I am Chitra. No goddess to be worshipped, nor yet the object of common pity to be brushed aside like a moth with indifference. If you deign to keep me by your side in the path of danger and daring, if you allow me to share the great duties of your life, then you will know my true self. If your babe, whom I am nourishing in my womb be born a son, I shall myself teach him to be a second Arjuna, and send him to you when the time comes, and then at last you will truly know me. Today I can only offer you Chitra, the daughter of a king.

      ARJUNA. Beloved, my life is full.

      THE CYCLE OF SPRING

       Table of Contents

       Introduction

       Act I

       Act II

       Act III

       Act IV

      I DEDICATE THIS BOOK

       TO MY BOYS OF THE SHANTINIKETAN

       WHO HAVE FREED

       THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH

       HIDDEN IN THE HEART OF THIS OLD POET

       AND TO DINENDRANATH

       WHO IS

       THE GUIDE OF THESE BOYS IN THEIR FESTIVALS

       AND TREASURE-HOUSE OF ALL MY SONGS

      INTRODUCTION

       Table of Contents

      CHARACTERS OF THE PRELUDE

      King, Vizier, General (Bijoy Varma)

      Chinese Ambassador, Pundit (Sruti-bhushan)

      Poet (Kabi-shekhar), Guards, Courtiers, Herald

      The stage is on two levels: the higher, at the back, for the Song-preludes alone, concealed by a purple curtain; the lower only being discovered when the drop goes up. Diagonally across the extreme left of the lower stage, is arranged the king's court, with various platforms, for the various dignitaries ascending to the canopied throne. The body of the stage is left free for the "Play" when that develops.

      (Enter some Courtiers.)

      (The names of the speakers are not given in the margin, as they can easily be guessed.)

      Hush! Hush!

      What is the matter?

      The King is in great distress.

      How dreadful!

      Who is that over there, playing on his flute?

      Why? What's the matter?

      The King is greatly disturbed.

      How dreadful!

      What are those wild children doing, making so much noise?

      They are the Mandal family.

      Then tell the Mandal family to keep their children quiet.

      Where can that Vizier have gone to?

      Here I am. What's the matter?

      Haven't you heard the news?

      No, what?

      The King is greatly troubled in his mind.

      Well, I've got some very important news about the frontier war.

      War we may have, but not the news.

      Then the Chinese Ambassador is waiting to see His Majesty.

      Let him wait. Anyhow he can't see the King.

      Can't see the King?—Ah, here is the King at last. Look at him coming this way, with a mirror in his hand. "Long live the King. Long live the King."

      If it please Your Majesty, it is time to go to the Court.

      Time to go? Yes, time to go, but not to the Court.

      What does Your Majesty mean?

      Haven't you heard? The bell has just been rung to dismiss the Court.

      When? What bell? We haven't heard any bell.

      How could you hear? They have rung it in my ears alone.

      Oh, Sire. No one can have had the impertinence to do that.

      Vizier! They are ringing it now.

      Pardon me, Sire, if I am very stupid; but I cannot understand.

      Look at this, Vizier, look at this.

      Your Majesty's hair——

      Can't you see there's a bell-ringer there?

      Oh, Your Majesty. Are you playing a joke?

      The joke is not mine, but His, who has got the whole world by the ear, and is having His jest. Last night, when the Queen was putting a garland of jasmines round my neck, she cried out with alarm, "King, what is this? Here are two grey hairs behind your ear."

      Oh, please, Sire, don't worry so much about a little thing like that. СКАЧАТЬ