The Collected Plays of George Bernard Shaw - 60 Titles in One Edition (Illustrated Edition). GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ (suddenly becoming suavely sarcastic). May I ask are you writing a melodrama, Major Swindon?

      SWINDON (flushing). No, sir.

      BURGOYNE. What a pity! WHAT a pity! (Dropping his sarcastic tone and facing him suddenly and seriously) Do you at all realize, sir, that we have nothing standing between us and destruction but our own bluff and the sheepishness of these colonists? They are men of the same English stock as ourselves: six to one of us (repeating it emphatically), six to one, sir; and nearly half our troops are Hessians, Brunswickers, German dragoons, and Indians with scalping knives. These are the countrymen on whose devotion you rely! Suppose the colonists find a leader! Suppose the news from Springtown should turn out to mean that they have already found a leader! What shall we do then? Eh?

      SWINDON (sullenly). Our duty, sir, I presume.

      BURGOYNE (again sarcastic — giving him up as a fool). Quite so, quite so. Thank you, Major Swindon, thank you. Now you’ve settled the question, sir — thrown a flood of light on the situation. What a comfort to me to feel that I have at my side so devoted and able an officer to support me in this emergency! I think, sir, it will probably relieve both our feelings if we proceed to hang this dissenter without further delay (he strikes the bell), especially as I am debarred by my principles from the customary military vent for my feelings. (The sergeant appears.) Bring your man in.

      SERGEANT. Yes, sir.

      BURGOYNE. And mention to any officer you may meet that the court cannot wait any longer for him.

      SWINDON (keeping his temper with difficulty). The staff is perfectly ready, sir. They have been waiting your convenience for fully half an hour. PERFECTLY ready, sir.

      BURGOYNE (blandly). So am I. (Several officers come in and take their seats. One of them sits at the end of the table furthest from the door, and acts throughout as clerk to the court, making notes of the proceedings. The uniforms are those of the 9th, 20th, 21st, 24th, 47th, 53rd, and 62nd British Infantry. One officer is a Major General of the Royal Artillery. There are also German officers of the Hessian Rifles, and of German dragoon and Brunswicker regiments.) Oh, good morning, gentlemen. Sorry to disturb you, I am sure. Very good of you to spare us a few moments.

      SWINDON. Will you preside, sir?

      BURGOYNE (becoming additionally, polished, lofty, sarcastic and urbane now that he is in public). No, sir: I feel my own deficiencies too keenly to presume so far. If you will kindly allow me, I will sit at the feet of Gamaliel. (He takes the chair at the end of the table next the door, and motions Swindon to the chair of state, waiting for him to be seated before sitting himself.)

      SWINDON (greatly annoyed). As you please, sir. I am only trying to do my duty under excessively trying circumstances. (He takes his place in the chair of state.)

      Burgoyne, relaxing his studied demeanor for the moment, sits down and begins to read the report with knitted brows and careworn looks, reflecting on his desperate situation and Swindon’s uselessness. Richard is brought in. Judith walks beside him. Two soldiers precede and two follow him, with the sergeant in command. They cross the room to the wall opposite the door; but when Richard has just passed before the chair of state the sergeant stops him with a touch on the arm, and posts himself behind him, at his elbow. Judith stands timidly at the wall. The four soldiers place themselves in a squad near her.

      BURGOYNE (looking up and seeing Judith). Who is that woman?

      SERGEANT. Prisoner’s wife, sir.

      SWINDON (nervously). She begged me to allow her to be present; and I thought —

      BURGOYNE (completing the sentence for him ironically). You thought it would be a pleasure for her. Quite so, quite so. (Blandly) Give the lady a chair; and make her thoroughly comfortable.

      The sergeant fetches a chair and places it near Richard.

      JUDITH. Thank you, sir. (She sits down after an awe-stricken curtsy to Burgoyne, which he acknowledges by a dignified bend of his head.)

      SWINDON (to Richard, sharply). Your name, sir?

      RICHARD (affable, but obstinate). Come: you don’t mean to say that you’ve brought me here without knowing who I am?

      SWINDON. As a matter of form, sir, give your name.

      RICHARD. As a matter of form then, my name is Anthony Anderson, Presbyterian minister in this town.

      BURGOYNE (interested). Indeed! Pray, Mr. Anderson, what do you gentlemen believe?

      RICHARD. I shall be happy to explain if time is allowed me. I cannot undertake to complete your conversion in less than a fortnight.

      SWINDON (snubbing him). We are not here to discuss your views.

      BURGOYNE (with an elaborate bow to the unfortunate Swindon). I stand rebuked.

      SWINDON (embarrassed). Oh, not you, I as —

      BURGOYNE. Don’t mention it. (To Richard, very politely) Any political views, Mr. Anderson?

      RICHARD. I understand that that is just what we are here to find out.

      SWINDON (severely). Do you mean to deny that you are a rebel?

      RICHARD. I am an American, sir.

      SWINDON. What do you expect me to think of that speech, Mr. Anderson?

      RICHARD. I never expect a soldier to think, sir.

      Burgoyne is boundlessly delighted by this retort, which almost reconciles him to the loss of America.

      SWINDON (whitening with anger). I advise you not to be insolent, prisoner.

      RICHARD. You can’t help yourself, General. When you make up your mind to hang a man, you put yourself at a disadvantage with him. Why should I be civil to you? I may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

      SWINDON. You have no right to assume that the court has made up its mind without a fair trial. And you will please not address me as General. I am Major Swindon.

      RICHARD. A thousand pardons. I thought I had the honor of addressing Gentlemanly Johnny.

      Sensation among the officers. The sergeant has a narrow escape from a guffaw.

      BURGOYNE (with extreme suavity). I believe I am Gentlemanly Johnny, sir, at your service. My more intimate friends call me General Burgoyne. (Richard bows with perfect politeness.) You will understand, sir, I hope, since you seem to be a gentleman and a man of some spirit in spite of your calling, that if we should have the misfortune to hang you, we shall do so as a mere matter of political necessity and military duty, without any personal ill-feeling.

      RICHARD. Oh, quite so. That makes all the difference in the world, of course.

      They all smile in spite of themselves: and some of the younger officers burst out laughing.

      JUDITH (her dread and horror deepening at every one of these jests and compliments). How CAN you?

      RICHARD. You promised to be silent.

      BURGOYNE (to Judith, with studied courtesy). Believe me, madam, your husband is placing us under the greatest obligation by taking this very disagreeable business СКАЧАТЬ