Amphitryon. Жан-Батист Мольер

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СКАЧАТЬ can I do this since I was not there? Never mind; let us talk of cut and thrust, as though I were an eyewitness. How many people describe battles from which they remained far away! In order to act my part without discredit, I will rehearse it a little.

      This is the chamber into which I am ushered as the messenger: this lantern is Alcmene, to whom I have to speak. (He sets his lantern on the ground and salutes it.) 'Madam, Amphitryon, my master and your husband… (Good! that is a fine beginning!) whose mind is ever full of your charms, has chosen me from amongst all to bring tidings of the success of his arms, and of his desire to be near you.' 'Ah! Really, my poor Sosie, I am delighted to see you back again.' 'Madam, you do me too much honour: my lot is an enviable one.' (Well answered!)

      'How is Amphitryon?' 'Madam, as a man of courage should be, when glory leads him.' (Very good! A capital idea!) 'When will my heart be charmed and satisfied by his return?' 'As soon as possible, assuredly, Madam, but his heart desires a speedier return.' (Ah!) 'In what state has the war left him? What says he? What does he? Ease my anxiety.' He says less than he does, Madam, and makes his enemies tremble.' (Plague! where do I get all these fine speeches?) 'What are the rebels doing? Tell me, what is their condition?' 'They could not resist our efforts, Madam; we cut them to pieces, put their chief, Pterelas, to death, took Telebos by assault; and now the port rings with our prowess.' 'Ah! What a success! Ye Gods! Who could ever have imagined it? Tell me, Sosie, how it happened.' 'I will, gladly, Madam; and, without boasting, I can tell you, with the greatest accuracy, the details of this victory. Imagine, therefore, Madam, that Telebos is on this side. (He marks the places on his hand, or on the ground.) It is a city really almost as large as Thebes. The river is, say, there. Here, our people encamped; and that space was occupied by our enemies. On a height, somewhere about here, was their infantry; and, lower down, on the right side, was their cavalry. After having addressed prayers to the Gods, and issued all the orders, the signal was given. The enemy, thinking to turn our flank, divided their horse soldiers into three platoons; but we soon chilled their warmth, and you shall see how. Here is our vanguard ready to begin work; there, were the archers of our king, Creon; and here, the main army (some one makes a slight noise), which was just going to… Stay; the main body is afraid'; I think I hear some noise.

SCENE II MERCURY, SOSIE

      MERC. (Under the form of Sosie.) Under this mask which resembles him, I will drive away the babbler from here. His unfortunate arrival may disturb the pleasures our lovers are tasting together.

      SOS. My heart revives a little; perhaps it was nothing. Lest anything untoward should happen, however, I will go in to finish the conversation.

      MERC. I shall prevent your doing that unless you are stronger than Mercury.

      SOS. This night seems to me unusually long. By the time I have been on the way, either my master has taken evening for morning, or lovely Phoebus slumbers too long in bed through having taken too much wine.

      MERC. With what irreverence this lubber speaks of the Gods! My arm shall soon chastise this insolence; I shall have a fine game with him, stealing his name as well as his likeness.

      SOS. Ah! upon my word, I was right: I am done for, miserable creature that I am! I see a man before our house whose mien bodes me no good. I will sing a little to show some semblance of assurance.

      (He sings; and, when Mercury speaks, his voice weakens, little by little.)

      MERC. What rascal is this, who takes the unwarrantable licence of singing and deafening me like this? Does he wish me to curry his coat for him?

      SOS. Assuredly that fellow does not like music.

      MERC. For more than a week, I have not found any one whose bones I could break; my arm will lose its strength in this idleness. I must look out for some one's back to get my wind again.

      SOS. What the deuce of a fellow is this? My heart thrills with clutching fear. But why should I tremble thus? Perhaps the rogue is as much afraid as I am, and talks in this way to hide his fear from me under a feigned audacity. Yes, yes, I will not allow him to think me a goose. If I am not bold, I will try to appear so. Let me seek courage by reason; he is alone, even as I am; I am strong, I have a good master, and there is our house.

      MERC. Who goes there?

      SOS. I.

      MERC. Who, I?

      SOS. I. Courage, Sosie!

      MERC. Tell me, what is your condition?

      SOS. To be a man, and to speak.

      MERC. Are you a master, or a servant?

      SOS. As fancy takes me.

      MERC. Where are you going?

      SOS. Where I intend to go.

      MERC. Ah! This annoys me.

      SOS. I am ravished to hear it.

      MERC. By hook or by crook, I must definitely know all about you, you wretch; what you do, whence you come before the day breaks, where you are going, and who you may be.

      SOS. I do good and ill by turns; I come from there; I go there; I belong to my master.

      MERC. You show wit, and I see you think to play the man of importance for my edification. I feel inclined to make your acquaintance by slapping your face.

      SOS. Mine?

      MERC. Yours; and there you get it, sharp. (Mercury gives him a slap.)

      SOS. Ah! Ah! This is a fine game!

      MERC. No; it is only a laughing matter, a reply to your quips.

      SOS. Good heavens! Friend, how you swing out your arm without any one saying anything to you.

      MERC. These are my lightest clouts, little ordinary smacks.

      SOS. If I were as hasty as you, we should have a fine ado.

      MERC. All this is nothing as yet: it is merely to fill up time; we shall soon see something else; but let us continue our conversation.

      SOS. I give up the game. (He turns to go away.)

      MERC. Where are you going?

      SOS. What does it matter to you?

      MERC. I want to know where you are going.

      SOS. I am going to open that door. Why do you detain me?

      MERC. If you dare to go near it, I shall rain down a storm of blows on you.

      SOS. What? You wish to hinder me from entering our own house by threats?

      MERC. What do you say, your house?

      SOS. Yes, our house.

      MERC. O, the scoundrel! You speak of that house?

      SOS. Certainly. Is not Amphitryon the master of it?

      MERC. Well! What does that prove?

      SOS. I am his valet.

      MERC. You?

      SOS. I.

      MERC. His valet?

      SOS. Unquestionably.

      MERC. Valet of Amphitryon?

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