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The plays of Emile Verhaeren: The dawn: The cloister: Philip II: Helen of Sparta

 By Émile Verhaeren

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Full view - 1916 - 325 pages - Drama


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... there, on the heights, the Capitol is in flames ! They are burning down the palaces of the Artillery and of the Navy. Before to-night, all the reserves of arms and ammunitions will have been served out. During the siege, justice made for itself banks and exchanges. The hour of doing justice to the fundamental injustice, war, has come in its turn. Only with it will the others disappear too : the hate of the country for the city, of poverty for gold, of distress for power. The organization of evil...Page 85
To meet the future half way, on the wind. But that the city itself should have an end, Being the soul of future things, That these should sink under the waves of flame ; That the tied bundle of our fates She in her hands yet holds, Break in the furious feeble hands, Break now, and break in face of death ; That the fair gardens of to-morrow Whose gates she opened wide Be wasted with the thunderbolt, And cumbered with dead things ; It is impossible : he is mad who says it.Page 37
... furies, envelop him with my fervour, wait upon him better than ever: he called up all his old grudges, he stirred himself up to anger, he rushed to the window, shook his fist at the city, shouted with rage, and the tears started from his eyes. In all his violence he was the terrible child that you know. HAINEAU. Ah ! if he had only listened to me, we should never have fallen out. The Regency would not have deceived him. The people would love him still. But he is not to be disciplined ; he has...Page 57
tis the coal that all belongs to, kept, Once, in the covering night. The netted rails, upon the plains bestarred With golden signals, swarm ; Trains graze the meadow-lands, and pierce the banks ; The living skies are eaten up with piercing smoke ; The grass bleeds, and the virgin herb, harvest itself, Feed on the sulphur's poisonous breath. 'Tis now That, terrible in victory, come forth Iron, and lead, and fire ; And hell itself comes forth with them ! [The beggars recoil, and cease to threaten....Page 14
Here I am, father, close to you, close to your hands and your eyes ; close to you, as in the old times, as in mother's times, so close, that I can hear your heart beat. Do you see me ? do you hear me ? Do you feel that it is I, and that I love you always? PIERRE HERENIEN [breathing heavily]. This time, it is the end. You will not be able to carry me to your home, in Oppidomagne. I am happy because the plains are all about me. I have one favor to ask of you, that you do no; forbid the old curePage 17
... insatiate flags, Flung to the winds upon their plains of snow. Oppidomagne is splendid in the eyes of all, Oppidomagne is vaster than the memory The sea and earth and wind and sun have kept of it; Crime, and the noble deeds of war, divide its glory; You only see, you only speak, its crimes.Page 42
Shall stand, shall stand erect, As long as any men, whose faith is like my faith, Have blood in them to shed, that faith bear fruit in them, And that the blind and greedy world at length Be fashioned to the will of the new gods ! CLAIRE. Oh ! the terrors and the sorrows that we shall have to endure ! Whatever they may be, I forbid you to complain of them. We live in formidable days of terrors, agonies, and new births. The unknown becomes the master. Men shake with an immense movement of the head...Page 38
Twenty thousand men are now in our midst. Tables are set up in the squares. All those who, during the siege, had hidden away victuals in their cellars, distribute them to the people. Haineau said: " Never will Oppidomagne abase itself to the point of receiving its enemies ; never will Oppidomagne permit them to walk about its streets and squares; never will the prejudices of humiliated Oppidomagne be effaced.Page 84
If my own self were to forsake me, I should find myself again in you, my force has passed so into your heart! But I am so unshaken in my destiny that nothing which is happening now seems to me real. I believe in surprise, chance, the unknown. [Pointing to the street.] Let them howl on! they are preparing their repentance. [The tumult grows greater. Blows are heard on the door below. Window-panes are HERENIEN.Page 63
... were killing the people. HAINEAU. If I had the thousand arms of a crowd, I would act alone, and I would disdain you. . . . [Hooting and jostling : Haineau is dislodged from the tribune. A GROUP IN THE CROWD. — There goes another who won't make fools of us any more. — He is too base and cowardly. ANOTHER GROUP. — We loathe him, now that we know ourselves better. — We don't know what we want, now that we want it all together. — If we don't do something we are lost. — Let us go back...Page 47

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