Friedrich Schiller - Love and Intrigue (Act 3 Scene 6) lyrics

LOUISA and WORM. WORM (approaches her) Good evening, miss. LOUISA Heavens! who speaks! (Perceives him, and starts back in terror.) Ha! Dreadful! dreadful! I fear some dire misfortune is even now realizing the forebodings of my soul! (To WORM, with a look of disdain.) Do you seek the president? he is no longer here. WORM 'Tis you I seek, miss! LOUISA I wonder, then, that you did not direct your steps towards the market-place. WORM What should I do there? LOUISA Release your betrothed from the pillory. WORM Louisa, you cherish some false suspicion—— LOUISA (sharply interrupting him). What is your business with me? WORM I come with a message from your father. LOUISA (agitated) From my father? Oh! Where is my father? WORM Where he would fain not be! LOUISA Quick, quick, for God's sake! Oh! my foreboding heart! Where is my father! WORM In prison, if you needs must know! LOUISA (with a look towards heaven) This, too! This, too! In prison, said you? And why in prison? WORM It is the duke's order. LOUISA The duke's? WORM Who thinking his own dignity offended by the insults offered to the person of his representative—— LOUISA How? How? Oh ye Almighty Powers! WORM ——Has resolved to inflict the most exemplary punishment. LOUISA This was still wanting! This! Yes, in truth. I now feel that my heart does love another besides Ferdinand! That could not be allowed to escape! The prince's dignity offended? Heavenly Providence! Save, oh! save my sinking faith! (After a moment's pause, she turns to WORM.) And Ferdinand? WORM Must choose between Lady Milford's hand and his father's curse and disinheritance. LOUISA Terrible choice!—and yet—yet is he the happier of the two. He has no father to lose—and yet to have none is misery enough! My father imprisoned for treason—my Ferdinand compelled to choose between Lady Milford's hand or a parent's curse and disinheritance! Truly admirable! for even villany so perfect is perfection! Perfection? No! something is still wanting to complete that. Where is my mother? WORM In the house of correction. LOUISA (with a smile of despair) Now the measure is full! It is full, and I am free—released from all duties—all sorrows—all joys! Released even from Providence! I have nothing more to do with it! (A dreadful pause.) Have you aught else to communicate? Speak freely—now I can hear anything with indifference. WORM All that has happened you already know. LOUISA But not that which is yet to happen! (Another pause, during which she surveys WORM from head to foot.) Unfortunate man! you have entered on a melancholy employment, which can never lead you to happiness. To cause misery to others is sad enough—but to be the messenger of evil is horrible indeed—to be the first to shriek the screech-owl's song, to stand by when the bleeding heart trembles upon the iron shaft of necessity, and the Christian doubts the existence of a God—Heaven protect me! Wert thou paid a ton of gold for every tear of anguish which thou must witness, I would not be a wretch like thee! What is there yet to happen? WORM I know not. LOUISA You pretend not to know? This light-shunning emba**y trembles at the sound of words, but the spectre betrays itself in your ghastly visage. What is there yet to happen? You said the duke will inflict upon him a most exemplary punishment. What call you exemplary? WORM Ask me no more. LOUISA Terrible man! Some hangman must have schooled thee! Else thou hast not so well learned to prolong the torture of thy victim before giving the finishing stroke to the agonized heart! Speak! What fate awaits my father? d**h thou canst announce with a laughing sneer—what then must that be which thou dost hesitate to disclose? Speak out! Let me at once receive the overwhelming weight of thy tidings! What fate awaits my father? WORM A criminal process. LOUISA But what is that? I am an ignorant, innocent girl, and understand but little of your fearful terms of law. What mean you by a criminal process? WORM Judgment upon life or d**h. LOUISA (firmly) Ah! I thank you. [Exit hastily by a side door. WORM (alarmed) What means this? Should the simpleton perchance— confusion! Surely she will not—I must follow her. I am answerable for her life. (As he is going towards the door, LOUISA returns, wrapped in a cloak.) LOUISA Your pardon, Mr. Secretary, I must lock the door. WORM Whither in such haste? LOUISA (pa**ing him) To the duke. WORM (alarmed, detains her) How? Whither? LOUISA To the duke. Do you not hear? Even to that very duke whose will is to decide upon my father's life or d**h. Yet no?—'tis not his will that decides, but the will of wicked men who surround his throne. He lends naught to this process, save the shadow of his majesty, and his royal signature. WORM (with a burst of laughter) To the duke! LOUISA I know the meaning of that sneering laugh—you would tell me that I shall find no compa**ion there. But though I may meet (God preserve me!) with nothing but scorn—scorn at my sorrows—yet will I to the duke. I have been told that the great never know what misery is; that they fly from the knowledge of it. But I will teach the duke what misery is; I will paint to him, in all the writhing agonies of d**h, what misery is; I will cry aloud in wailings that shall creep through the very marrow of his bones, what misery is; and, while at my picture his hairs shall stand on end like quills upon the porcupine, will I shriek into his affrighted ear, that in the hour of d**h the sinews of these mighty gods of earth shall shrivel and shrink, and that at the day of judgment beggars and kings shall be weighed together in the same balance (Going.) WORM (ironically) By all means go to the duke! You can really do nothing more prudent; I advise you heartily to the step. Only go, and I give you my word that the duke will grant your suit. LOUISA (stopping suddenly) What said you? Do you yourself advise the step? (Returns hastily). What am I about to do? Something wicked surely, since this man approves it—how know you that the prince will grant my suit? WORM Because he will not have to grant it unrewarded. LOUISA Not unrewarded? And what price does he set on his humanity? WORM The person of the fair suppliant will be payment enough! LOUISA (stopping for a moment in mute dismay—in a feeble voice) Almighty God! WORM And I trust that you will not think your father's life over-valued when 'tis purchased at so gracious a price. LOUISA (with great indignation) True, oh! true! The great are entrenched from truth behind their own vices, safely as behind the swords of cherubim. The Almighty protect thee, father! Your child can die— but not sin for thee. WORM This will be agreeable news for the poor disconsolate old man. "My Louisa," says he, "has bowed me down to the earth; but my Louisa will raise me up again." I hasten to him with your answer. (Affects to be about to depart.) LOUISA (flies after him and holds him back) Stay! stay! one moment's patience! How nimble this Satan is, when his business is to drive humanity distracted! I have bowed him to the earth! I must raise him up again! Speak to me! Counsel me! What can I, what must I do? WORM There is but one means of saving him! LOUISA What is that means? WORM And your father approves of it—— LOUISA My father? Oh! name that means. WORM It is easy for you to execute. LOUISA I know of nothing harder than infamy! WORM Suppose you were to release the major from his engagement? LOUISA Release him! Do you mock me? Do you call that a choice to which force compelled me? WORM You mistake me, dear girl! The major must resign you willingly, and be the first to retract his engagement. LOUISA That he will never do. WORM So it appears. Should we, do you think, have had recourse to you were it not that you alone are able to help us? LOUISA I cannot compel him to hate me. WORM We will try! Be seated. LOUISA (drawing back) Man! What is brooding in thy artful brain? WORM Be seated. Here are paper, pens, and ink. Write what I dictate. LOUISA (sitting down in the greatest uneasiness) What must I write? To whom must I write? WORM To your father's executioner. LOUISA Ah! How well thou knowest to torture souls to thy purpose. (Takes a pen.) WORM (dictating to her) "My dear Sir (LOUISA writes with a trembling hand,) three days, three insupportable days, have already pa**ed—already pa**ed—since last we met." LOUISA (starts, and lays down her pen) To whom is the letter? WORM To your father's executioner. LOUISA Oh! my God! WORM "But for this you must blame the major—the major—who watches me all day with the vigilance of an Argus." LOUISA (starting up) Villany! Villany beyond all precedent! To whom is the letter? WORM To your father's executioner. LOUISA (paces to and fro, wringing her hands) No, no, no! This is tyrannical! Oh Heaven! If mortals provoke thee, punish them like mortals; but wherefore must I be placed between two precipices? Wherefore am I hurled by turns from d**h to infamy, from infamy to d**h? Wherefore is my neck made the footstool of this blood-s**ing fiend? No; do what thou wilt, I will never write that! WORM (seizing his hat) As you please, miss! It rests entirely on your own pleasure! LOUISA Pleasure, say'st thou? On my own pleasure? Go, barbarian! Suspend some unfortunate over the pit of hell; then make your demands, and ask your victim if it be his pleasure to grant your request! Oh! Thou knowest but too well that the bonds of nature bind our hearts as firmly as chains! But all is now alike indifferent. Dictate! I cease to think! Artifices of hell, I yield to ye! (She resumes her seat at the table.) WORM "With the vigilance of an Argus." Have you written it? LOUISA Proceed, proceed! WORM "The president was here yesterday. It was amusing to see how warm the poor major was in defence of my honor." LOUISA Excellent! Excellent! Oh! Admirable! Quick! quick, go on! WORM "I had recourse to a swoon—a swoon—that I might not laugh aloud"—— LOUISA Oh, Heavens! WORM "But the mask which I have worn so long is becoming insupportable —insupportable. Oh! if I could but rid myself of him." LOUISA (rises, and walks a few turns with her head bent down, as if she sought something upon the floor: then returns to her place, and continues to write) "Rid myself of him." WORM "He will be on duty to-morrow—observe when he leaves me, and hasten to the usual place." Have you written "the usual place?" LOUISA Everything, everything! WORM "To the usual place, to meet your devotedly attached Louisa." LOUISA Now then, the address? WORM "To Marshal von Kalb." LOUISA Eternal Providence! A name as foreign to my ear as these scandalous lines are to my heart! (She rises, and for some moments surveys the writing with a vacant gaze. At length she hands it to WORM, speaking in a voice trembling and exhausted.) Take it, Sir! What I now put into your hands is my good name. It is Ferdinand—it is the whole joy of my life! You have it, and now I am a beggar—— WORM Oh! Not so! Despair not, dear girl! You inspire me with the most heartfelt pity! Perhaps—who knows? I might even now overlook certain parts of your conduct—yes! Heaven is my witness, how deeply I compa**ionate your sorrows! LOUISA (giving him a piercing look) Do not explain yourself! You are on the point of asking something more terrible than all. WORM (attempting to kiss her hand) What if I asked this little hand? Would that be terrible, Louisa? LOUISA (with great indignation) Yes! for I should strangle you on the bridal night: and for such a deed I would joyfully yield my body to be torn on the rack! (She is going, but comes hurriedly back.) Is all settled between us, sir? May the dove be released? WORM A trifle yet remains, maiden! You must swear, by the holy sacrament, to acknowledge this letter for your free and voluntary act. LOUISA Oh God! Oh God! And wilt thou grant thine own seal to confirm the works of hell? (WORM leads her away.)