{"numero_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_sha256": "f0ff3d83321c05f527a528c001e20bbdb1f2435e6b8163a0e5f738d2326c4396", "source_tei": "https://github.com/Princeton-CDH/bluemountain-transcriptions/blob/main/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1914/10_01/bmtnaat_1914-10_01.tei.xml", "source_mets": "https://github.com/pulibrary/BlueMountain/blob/main/metadata/periodicals/bmtnaat/issues/1914/10_01/bmtnaat_1914-10_01.mets.xml", "url_numero": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01", "articles": [{"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c001", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c001", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 1", "page_fin": "couv. 1", "image_debut": 1, "image_fin": 1, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.1", "titre_corps": "THE ERDGEIST", "titre_sommaire": "THE ERDGEIST", "signature_source": "Frank wedekind", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.1", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 33, "texte": "THE GLEBE\nERDGEIST\nFrank wedekind"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c002", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c002", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "couv. 2", "page_fin": "couv. 2", "image_debut": 2, "image_fin": 2, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.2", "titre_corps": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is", "titre_sommaire": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "couv. 2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.2", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1005, "texte": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is\nthat embodied in its declaration of absolute\nfreedom of expression, which makes for a range\nbroad enough to include every temperament from\nthe most radical to the most conservative, the only\nrequisite being that the work should have unmistakable\nmerit. Each issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient bulk to\nmake it possible for the reader to obtain a much\nmore comprehensive grasp of his personality than\nis afforded him in the restricted spaces allotted by\nthe other magazines. Published monthly, THE\nGLEBE will issue twelve books per year, chosen\non their merits alone, since the subscription list\ndoes away with the need of catering to the popular\ndemand that confronts every publisher. Thus,\nTHE GLEBE can promise the best work of American\nand foreign authors, known and unknown.\nThe price of each issue of THE GLEBE will be\nfifty cents and the yearly subscription three dollars."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "n. p.", "page_fin": "n. p.", "image_debut": 3, "image_fin": 3, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "ERDGEIST", "titre_sommaire": "ERDGEIST", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 8, "texte": "ERDGEIST"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "n. p.", "page_fin": "n. p.", "image_debut": 4, "image_fin": 4, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.4", "titre_corps": "LULU", "titre_sommaire": "LULU", "signature_source": "FRANK WEDEKIND", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 83, "texte": "LULU\nBY FRANK WEDEKIND\nERDGEIST (EARTH-SPIRIT) $l.OO\nPANDORA'S BOX (IN PREPARATION)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "n. p.", "page_fin": "n. p.", "image_debut": 5, "image_fin": 5, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.5", "titre_corps": "ERDGEIST (Earth-Spirit) A Tragedy in Four Acts", "titre_sommaire": "ERDGEIST (Earth-Spirit) A Tragedy in Four Acts", "signature_source": "FRANK WEDEKIND", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.5", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 99, "texte": "ERDGEIST\n(Earth-Spirit)\nA Tragedy in Four Acts\nBY\nFRANK WEDEKIND\nTranslated by Samuel A. Eliot, Jr."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "[5]", "page_fin": "[5]", "image_debut": 7, "image_fin": 7, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "\"I was created out of ranker stuff", "titre_sommaire": "\"I was created out of ranker stuff", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "[5]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.7", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 555, "texte": "\"I was created out of ranker stuff\nBy Nature, and to the earth by Lust am drawn.\nUnto the spirit of evil, not of good,\nThe earth belongs. What deities send to us\nFrom heaven are only universal goods;\nTheir light gives gladness, but makes no man rich;\nAnd in their state possession not obtains.\nTherefore, the stone of price, all-treasured gold,\nMust from the powers of falsehood be enticed,\nThe evil race that dwells beneath the day.\nNot without sacrifice their favor is gained,\nAnd no man liveth who from serving them\nHath extricated undefiled his soul.\""}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "6", "page_fin": "6", "image_debut": 8, "image_fin": 8, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.7", "titre_corps": "CHARACTERS", "titre_sommaire": "CHARACTERS", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 316, "texte": "CHARACTERS\nDR. SCHON, newspaper owner and editor.\nALVA, his son, a writer.\nDR. GOLL, M.D.\nSCHWARZ, an artist.\nPRINCE ESCERNY, an African explorer.\nESCHERICH, a reporter.\nSCHIGOLCH, a beggar.\nRODRIGO, an acrobat.\nHUGENBERG, a schoolboy ( a girl.)\nFERDINAND, a coachman.\nLULU.\nCOUNTESS GESCHWITZ.\nHENRIETTE, a servant."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "7", "page_fin": "10", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 12, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.8", "titre_corps": "PROLOGUE", "titre_sommaire": "PROLOGUE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1216, "texte": "PROLOGUE\n{At rise, is seen the entrance to a tent, out of which\nsteps an animal-tamer, with long, black curls, dressed\nin a white cravat, a vermilion dress-coat, white trowsers\nand white top-boots. He carries in his hand a dog-\nwhip and in his right a loaded revolver, and enters to the\nsound of cymbals and kettle-drums.)\nWalk in! Walk in to the menagery,\nProud gentlemen and ladies lively and merry!\nWith avid lust or cold disgust, the very\nBeast without Soul bound and made secondary\nTo human genius, to stay and see!\nWalk in, the show'll begin!—As customary,\nOne child to each two persons comes in free.\nHere battle man and brute in narrow cages\nWhere one in haught disdain his long whip lashes\nAnd one, with growls as when the thunder rages,\nAgainst the man's throat murderously dashes,—\nWhere now the crafty conquers, now the strong,\nNow man, now beast, lies cowed the floor along;\nThe animal rears,—the human on all fours!\nOne ice-cold look of dominance—\nThe beast submissive bows before that glance,\nAnd the proud heel upon his neck adores.\nBad are the times! Ladies and gentlemen\nWho once before my cage in thronging crescents\nCrowded, now honor operas, and then\nIbsen, with their so highly valued presence."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 20, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1342, "texte": "My boarders here are so in want of fodder\nThat they reciprocally devour each other.\nHow well off at the theater is a player,\nSure of the meat upon his ribs, albeit\nHis frightful hunger may tear him and he it\nAnd colleagues' inner cupboards be quite bare!—\nGreatness in art we struggle to inherit,\nAlthough the salary never match the merit.\nWhat see you, whether in light or sombre plays?\nHouse-animals, whose morals all must praise,\nWho wreak pale spites in vegetarian ways,\nAnd revel in an easy cry or fret,\nJust like those others—down in the parquet.\nThis hero has a head by one dram swirled;\nThat is in doubt whether his love be right;\nA third you hear despairing of the world,—\nFull five acts long you hear him wail his plight,\nAnd no man ends him with a merciful sleight!\nBut the real beast, the beautiful, wild beast,\nYour eyes on that, /, ladies, only feast!\nYou see the Tiger, that habitually\nDevours whatever falls before his bound;\nThe Bear, so ravenous originally,\nWho at a late night-meal sinks dead to ground;\nYou see the Monkey, little and amusing,\nFrom sheer ennui his petty powers abusing,—\nHe has some talent, of all greatness scant,\nSo, impudently, coquettes with his own want!\nUpon my soul, within my tent's a mammal,\nSee, right behind the curtain, here,—a Camel!\nAnd all my creatures fawn about my feet"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 20, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1234, "texte": "When my revolver cracks—\n(He shoots into the .)\nBehold!\nBrutes tremble all around me. I am cold:\nThe man stays cold,—you, with respect, to greet.\nWalk in!— You hardly trust yourselves in here?—\nThen very well, judge for yourselves! Each sphere\nHas sent its crawling creatures to your telling:\nChameleons and serpents, crocodiles,\nDragons, and salamanders chasm-dwelling,—\nI know, of course, you're full of quiet smiles\nAnd don't believe a syllable I say.—\n(He lifts the entrance-flap and calls into the tent.)\nHi, Charlie!—bring our Serpent just this way!\n•\n(A stage-hand with a big paunch carries out the actress\nof L u I u in her Pierrot costume, and sets her down before\nthe animal-tamer.)\nShe was created to incite to sin,\nTo lure, seduce, poison—yea, murder, in\nA manner no man knows.—My pretty beast,\n(Tickling Lulus chin.)\nOnly be unaffected, and not pieced\nOut with distorted, artificial folly,\nEven if the critics praise thee for 't less wholly.\nThou hast no right to spoil the shape most fitting,\nMost true, of woman, with meows and spitting!\nAnd mind, all foolery and making faces\nThe childish simpleness of Vice disgraces.\nThou shouldst—to-day I speak emphatically—\nSpeak naturally and not unnaturally,"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 20, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1232, "texte": "For the first principle in every art,\nSince earliest times, was True and Plain, not Smart!\n{To the public.)\nThere's nothing special now to see in her,\nBut wait and watch what later will occur!\nHer strength about the Tiger she coils stricter:\nHe roars and groans!— Who'll be the final victor?—\nHop, Charlie, march! Carry her to her place,\n(The stage-hand carries Lulu in his arms; the animal-\ntamer pats her on the hips.)\nSweet innocence—my dearest treasure-case!\n{The stage-hand carries Lulu back into the tent.)\nAnd now I'll tell the best thing in the day:\nMy poll between the teeth of a beast of prey!\nWalk in! Tho to be sure the show's not new,\nYet everyone takes pleasure in its view!\nWrench open this wild animal's jaws I dare,\nAnd he to bite dares not! My pate's so fair,\nSo wild, so gaily decked, it wins respect!\nI offer it him with confidence unchecked.\nOne joke, and my two temples crack!—but, 10,\nThe lightning of my eyes I will forego,\nStaking my life against a joke! and throw\nMy whip, my weapons, down. I am in my skin!\nI yield me to this beast!— His name do ye know?\n—The honored public! that has just walked in!\n{The animal-tamer steps back into the tent, accompanied\nby cymbals and kettledrums.)"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "11", "page_fin": "32", "image_debut": 13, "image_fin": 34, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.9", "titre_corps": "ACT I", "titre_sommaire": "ACT I", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1297, "texte": "ACT I\nA roomy studio. Entrance door at the rear,\nAnother door at lower left to the bed-room. At centre,\na platforjn for the model, w a Spanish screen behind\nit and a Smyrna rug in front. Two easels at lower\nright. On the upper one is the picture of a young girl's\nhead and shoulders. Against the other leans a reversed\ncanvas. Below these, toward centre, an ottoman, with a\ntiger-skin on it. Two chairs along the left wall. In the\nback-ground, right, a step-ladder.\nSchonsits on the foot of the ottoman, inspecting crit-\nically the picture on the further easel. stands\nbehind the ottoman, his palette and brushes in his hands.\nSCHON. Do you know, I'm getting acquainted with a\nbrand new side of the lady.\nSCHWARZ. I have never painted anyone whose expres-\nsion changed so continuously. I could hardly keep a\nsingle feature the same two days running.\nSCHON. ( Pointing to the picture and observing him.)\nDo you find that in it?\nSCHWARZ. I have done everything imaginable to call\nforth some sort of quiet in her mood by my conversation\nduring the sittings.\nSCHON. Then I understand the difference. (\ndips his brush in the oil and draws it over the features\nof the face.) Do you think that makes it look more like\nher?\nSCHWARZ. We can only work with art as scientifically\nas possible.\nSCHON. Tell me—"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1204, "texte": "SCHWARZ. (Stepping back.) The color had sunk in\npretty well, too.\nSCHON. ( Looking at him.) Have you ever loved a\nwoman in your life?\nSCHWARZ. ( Goes to the easel, puts a color on it, and\nsteps back on the other side.) The dress isn't made to\nstand out enough yet. We don't see the living body under\nit.\nSCHON. I make no doubt that the workmanship is\ngood.\nSCHWARZ. If you'll step this way. . . .\nSCHON. (Rising.) You must have told her regular\nghost-stories.\nSCHWARZ. As far back as you can.\nSCHON. (Stepping back, knocks down the canvas that\nwas leaning against the lower easel.) Excuse me—\nSCHWARZ. (Picking it up.) That's all right.\nSCHON. (Surprised.) What is that?\nSCHWARZ. Do you know her?\nSCHON. No. (Schwarz sets the picture on the easel.\nIt is of a lady dressed as Pierrot with a long shepherd's\ncrook in her hand.)\nSCHWARZ. A costume-picture.\nSCHON. But, really, you've succeeded with her.\nSCHWARZ. You know her?\nSCHON. No. And in that costume—?\nSCHWARZ. It isn't nearly finished yet. (Schon nods.)\nWhat would you have? While she is posing for me I\nhave the pleasure of entertaining her husband.\nSCHON. What?\nSCHWARZ. We talk about art, of course,—to complete\nmy good fortune!"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1547, "texte": "SCHON. But how did you make such a charming ac-\nquaintance ?\nSCHWARZ. As they're generally made. An ancient,\ntottering little man drops in on me here to know if I\ncan paint his wife. Why, of course, were she as wrinkled\nas Mother Earth! Next day at ten prompt the doors fly\nopen, and the fat-belly drives this little beauty in before\nhim. I can feel even now how my knees shook. Then\ncomes a sap-green lackey, stiff as a ramrod, with a pack-\nage under his arm. Where is the dressing-room? Im-\nagine my plight. I open the door there (pointing left).\nJust luck that everything was in order. The sweet thing\nvanishes into it, and the old fellow posts himself outside\nas a bastion. Two minutes later out she steps in this\nPierrot. (Shaking his head.) I never saw anything like\nit. {He goes left and stares in at the bedroom.)\nSCHON. {Who has followed him with his eyes.)\nAnd the fat-belly stands guard?\nSCHWARZ. {Turning round.) The whole body in\nharmony with that impossible costume as if it had come\ninto the world in it! Her way of burying her elbows\nin her pockets, of lifting her little feet from the rug,—\nthe blood often shoots to my head. . . .\nSCHON. One can see that in the picture.\nSCHWARZ. {Shaking his head.) People like us, you\nknow—\nSCHON. Here the model is mistress of the conversation.\nSCHWARZ. She has never yet opened her mouth.\nSCHON. Is it possible?\nSCHWARZ. Allow me to show the costume to you.\n{Goes out left.)\nSCHON. {Before the Pierrot.) A devilish beauty.\n{Before the other picture.) There's more depth here."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1355, "texte": "( Coming down stage.) He is still rather young for his\nage. (Schwarz comes back with a white satin costume.)\nSCHWARZ. What sort of material is that?\nSCHON. ( Feeling it.) Satin.\nSCHWARZ. And all in one piece.\nSCHON. How does one get into it then?\nSCHWARZ. That I can't tell you.\nSCHON. ( Taking the costume by the legs.) What\nenormous trowser-legs!\nSCHWARZ. The left one she pulls up.\nSCHON. ( Looking at the picture.) Above the knee!\nSCHWARZ. She does that entrancingly!\nSCHON. And transparent stockings?\nSCHWARZ. Those have got to be painted, specially.\nSCHON. Oh, you can do that.\nSCHWARZ. And with it all a coquetry!\nSCHON. What brought you to that horrible suspicion?\nSCHWARZ. There are things that our school-philos-\nophy lets itself never dream of. {He takes the costume\nback into his bedroom.)\nSCHON. {Alone.) When we sleep. .. .\nSCHWARZ. {Comes back; looks at his watch.) If\nyou wish to make her acquaintance too—\nSCHON. No.\nSCHWARZ. They must be here in a moment.\nSCHON. How much longer will the lady have to sit?\nSCHWARZ. I shall probably have to bear the pains of\nTantalus three months longer.\nSCHON. I mean the other one.\nSCHWARZ. I beg your pardon. Three times more at\nmost. {Going to the door with him.) If the lady will\njust leave me the upper part of the dress then. . . .\nSCHON. With pleasure. Let us see you at my house"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1359, "texte": "again soon. For Heaven's sake! (As he collides in the\ndoor-way with Dr. Goll and Lulu.)\nSCHWARZ. May I introduce . . .\nDR. GOLL. (To Schon.) What are you doing here?\nLULU. (As Schon kisses her hand in greeting.)\nYou're not going already?\nDR. GOLL. But what wind blows you here ?\nSCHON. I've been looking at the picture of my bride.\nLULU. (Coming forward.) Your bride is here?\nDR. GOLL. So you're having work done here, too?\nLULU. (Before the upper picture.) Look at it! En-\nchanting ! Entrancing!\nDR. GOLL. (Looking round him.) Have you got\nher hidden somewhere round here?\nLULU. So that is the sweet young prodigy who's made\na new person out of you. . . .\nSCHON. She sits in the afternoon mostly.\nDR. GOLL. And you don't tell anyone about it?\nLULU. (Turning round.) Is she really so solemn?\nSCHON. Probably the after-effects of the seminary still,\ndear lady.\nDR. GOLL. (Before the picture.) One can see that you\nhave been transformed profoundly.\nLULU. But now you mustn't let her wait any longer.\nSCHON. In a fortnight I think the engagement will\ncome out.\nDR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) Let's lose no time. Hop!\nLULU. (To Schon.) Just think, we came at a trot\nover the new bridge. I was driving, myself.\nDR. GOLL. (As Schon prepares to leave.) No, no.\nWe two will talk some more later. Get along, Nellie.\nHop!\nLULU. Now you're going to talk about me!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1234, "texte": "DR. GOLL. Our Apelles is already wiping his brushes.\nLULU. I had imagined it would be much more amus-\ning.\nSCHON. But you have always the satisfaction of pre-\nparing for us the greatest and rarest pleasure.\nLULU. {Going left.) Oh, just wait!\nSCHWARZ. {Before the bedroom door.) If madame\nwill be so kind. .. . {Shuts the door after her and\nstands in front of it.)\nDR. GOLL. I christened her Nellie, you know, in our\nmarriage-contract.\nSCHON. Did you?— Yes.\nDR. GOLL. What do you think of it?\nSCHON. Why not call her rather Mignon?\nDR. GOLL. That would have been good, too. I didn't\nthink of that.\nSCHON. Do you consider the name so important?\nDR. GOLL. Hm. ... You know, I have no children.\nSCHON. But you've only been married a couple of\nmonths.\nDR. GOLL. Thanks, I don't want any.\nSCHON. {Having taken out his cigarette-case.) Have\na cigarette?\nDR. GOLL. {Helps himself.) I've plenty to do with\nthis one. {To Schwarz.) Say, what's your little dan-\nseuse doing now?\nSCHON. {Turning round on You and a\ndanseuse ?\nSCHWARZ. The lady was sitting for me at that time\nonly as a favor. I made her acquaintance on a flying\ntrip of the Cecilia Society.\nDR. GOLL. {To Schon.) Hm. ... I think we're\ngetting a change of weather."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1346, "texte": "SCHON. The toilet isn't going so quickly, is it?\nDR. GOLL. It's going like lightning! Woman has got\nto be a virtuoso in her job. So must we all, each in\nhis job, if life isn't to turn to beggary. (Calls.) Hop,\nNellie!\nLULU. (Inside.) Just a second!\nDR. GOLL. (To Schon.) I can't get onto these block-\nheads. (Referring to Schwarz.)\nSCHON. I can't help envying them. These block-\nheads know nothing holier than an altar-cloth, and feel\nricher than you and me with 30,000-mark incomes. Be-\nsides, you can't be judge of a man who from childhood\nhas lived from palette to mouth. Try to get at his\nfinances: it's an arithmetic example! I haven't the moral\ncourage, and one can easily burn one's fingers at it, too.\nLULU. (As Pierrot,steps out of the bed-room.)\nHere I am!\nSCHON. (Turns; after a pause.) Superb!\nLULU. (Nearer.) Well?\nSCHON. You put shame on the boldest fancy.\nLULU. How do you like me?\nSCHON. A picture before which art must despair.\nDR. GOLL. Don't you think so, too?\nSCHON. (To Lulu.) Have you any notion what you\ndo?\nLULU. I'm perfectly possessed of myself!\nSCHON. Then you might be a little more discreet.\nLULU. But I'm only doing what's my duty.\nSCHON. You are powdered?\nLULU. What do you take me for!\nDR. GOLL. I've never seen such a white skin as she's\ngot. I've told our Raphael here, too, to do just as little"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1301, "texte": "with the flesh tints as possible. For once, I can't get\nenthusiastic about the modern art-nonsense.\nSCHWARZ. (By the easels, preparing his paints.) At\nany rate, it's thanks to impressionism that present-day art\ncan stand up beside the old masters without blushing.\nDR. GOLL. Oh, it can do quite well for a bit of butcher's\nwork.\nSCHON. For Heaven's sake don't get excited! (\nfalls on Goll's neck and kisses him.)\nDR. GOLL. They can see your undershirt. You must\npull it lower.\nLULU. I would soonest have left it off. It only both-\ners me.\nDR. GOLL. He should be able to paint it out.\nLULU. (Taking the shepherd's crook that leans\nagainst the Spanish screen, and mounting the platform,\nto Schon.) What would you say now, if you had to\nstand at attention for two hours?\nSCHON. I'd sell my soul to the devil for the chance\nto exchange with you.\nDR. GOLL. (Sitting, left.) Come over here. Here is\nmy post of observation.\nLULU. (Plucking her left trowser-leg up to the knee,\nto Schwarz.) So?\nSCHWARZ. Yes. . . .\nLULU. (Plucking it a thought higher.) So?\nSCHWARZ. Yes, yes. . . .\nDR. GOLL. (To Schon who has seated himself on the\nchair next him, with a gesture.) From this place I find\nher still more attractive.\nLULU. (Without stirring.) I beg pardon! I am\nequally attractive on all sides."}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.21", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1303, "texte": "SCHWARZ. (To Lulu.) The right knee further for-\nward, please.\nSCHON. (With a gesture.) The body does show finer\nlines perhaps.\nSCHWARZ. The light to-day can be borne at least half\nway.\nDR. GOLL. Oh, you must throw on lots of it! Hold\nyour brush a bit longer.\nSCHWARZ. Certainly, Dr. Goll.\nDR. GOLL. Treat her as a piece of still-life.\nSCHWARZ. Certainly, Doctor. (To Lulu.) You\nused to hold your head a wee mite higher, Mrs. Goll.\nLULU. (Raising her head.) Paint my lips a little\nopen.\nSCHON. Paint snow on ice. If you get warm doing\nthat, then instantly your art gets inartistic!\nSCHWARZ. Certainly, Doctor.\nDR. GOLL. Art, you know, must so reproduce nature\nthat one can find at least some spiritual enjoyment\nin it!\nLULU. (Opening her mouth a little, to Schwarz.)\nSo—look. I'll hold it half opened, so.\nSCHWARZ. As soon as the sun comes, the wall opposite\nthrows warm reflections in here.\nDR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) You must keep your position\njust as if our Velasquez here didn't exist at all.\nLULU. Well, a painter isn'T a man at all, anyway.\nSCHON. I don't think you ought to judge the whole\nprofession by just one famous exception.\nSCHWARZ. (Stepping back from the easel.) I should\nhave liked to have had to hire a different studio last\nfall.\nSCHON. (To Goll.) What I wanted to ask you—"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.22", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1151, "texte": "have you seen the little Murphy girl yet as a Peruvian\npearl-fisher ?\nDR. GOLL. I see her to-morrow for the fourth time.\nPrince Polossov took me. His hair has already got dark\nyellow again with delight.\nSCHON. So you find her quite fabulous too.\nDR. GOLL. Who ever wants to judge of that before-\nhand?\nLULU. I think someone knocked.\nSCHWARZ. Pardon me a moment. ( opens\nthe door.)\nDR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) You can safely smile at him\nwith less bashfulness!\nSCHON. He makes nothing of it.\nDR. GOLL. And if he did!— What are we two sitting\nhere for?\nALVA SCHON. (Entering, still behind the Spanish\nscreen.) May one come in?\nSCHON. My son!\nLULU. Oh! It's Mr. Alva!\nDR. GOLL. Don't mind. Just come along in.\nALVA. ( Stepping forward, shakes hands with Schon\nand Goll.) Glad to see you. (Turning toward Lulu.)\nDo I see a-right? Oh, if only I could engage you for\nmy title part!\nLULU. I don't think I could dance nearly well enough\nfor your show!\nALVA. But you do have a dancing-master such as cannot\nbe found on any stage in Europe.\nSCHON. But what brings you here?\nDR. GOLL. Maybe you're having somebody or other\npainted here, too, in secret!"}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.23", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1174, "texte": "ALVA. (To Schon.)l wanted to take you to the\ndress rehearsal.\nDR. GOLL. (As Schon rises.) Do you have 'em dance\nto-day in full costume?\nALVA. Of course. Come along, too. In five minutes\nI must be on the stage. (To Lulu.) Unhappy!\nDR. GOLL. I've forgotten—what's the name of your\nballet ?\nALVA. Dalailama.\nDR. GOLL. I thought he was in a madhouse.\nSCHON. You're thinking of Nietzsche, Doctor.\nDR. GOLL. You're right; I got 'em mixed up.\nALVA. I have helped Buddhism to its legs.\nDR. GOLL. By his legs is the stage-poet known.\nALVA. Corticelli dances the youthful Buddha as tho\nshe had seen the light of the world by the Ganges.\nSCHON. So long as her mother lived, she danced with\nher legs.\nALVA. Then when she got free she danced with her\nintelligence.\nDR. GOLL. Now she dances with her heart.\nALVA. If you'd like to see her—?\nDR. GOLL. Thank you.\nALVA. Come along with us!\nDR. GOLL. Impossible.\nSCHON. Anyway, we have no time to lose.\nALVA. Come with us, doctor. In the third act you\nsee Dalailama in his cloister, with his monks—\nDR. GOLL. The only thing I care about is the young\nBuddha.\nALVA. Well, what's hindering you?\nDR. GOLL. I can't. I can't do it."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.24", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1218, "texte": "ALVA. We're going to Peter's, after it. There you\ncan express your admiration.\nDR. GOLL. Don't press it on me, please.\nALVA. You'll see the tame monkey, the two Brahmans,\nthe little girls. . . .\nDR. GOLL. For heaven's sake, just keep away from\nme with your little girls!\nLULU. Reserve one of the proscenium boxes for us\non Monday, Mr. Alva.\nALVA. How could you doubt that I would, dear lady!\nDR. GOLL. When I come back the whole picture will\nbe spoilt on me.\nALVA. Well, it could be painted over.\nDR. GOLL. If I don't explain to this Caravacci every\nstroke of his brush—\nSCHON. Your fears are unfounded, I think. . . .\nDR. GOLL. Next time, gentlemen!\nALVA. The Brahmans are getting impatient. The\ndaughters of Nirvana are shivering in their tights.\nDR. GOLL. Damned enchantment!\nSCHON. They'll quarrel with us, if we don't bring\nyou with us.\nDR. GOLL. In five minutes I'll be back. (\nright, behind Schwarz and compares the picture with\nLulu.)\nALVA. (To Lulu.) Duty calls me, gracious lady!\nDR. GOLL. (To Schwarz.) You must model it a bit\nmore here. The hair is bad. You aren't paying enough\nattention to your business!\nALVA. Come on.\nDR. GOLL. Now, just hop it! Ten horses will not\ndrag me to Peter's."}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.25", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1208, "texte": "SCHON. {Following Alva and Goll.) We'll take my\ncarriage. It's waiting downstairs. {Exeunt.)\nSCHWARZ. {Leans over to the and spits.)\nPack! If only that were life's end! The bread-basket!\n%\n—paunch and mug! Now rears my artist's pride. {After\na look at Lulu.) This company!— {Gets up, goes up\nleft, observes Lulu from all sides, and sits again at his\neasel.) The choice would be a hard one to make. If I\nmay request Mrs. Goll to raise the right hand a little\nhigher.\nLULU. {Grasps the crook as high as she can reach;\nto herself.) Who would have thought that was possible!\nSCHWARZ. I am quite ridiculous, you think?\nLULU. He's coming right back.\nSCHWARZ. I can do nothing but paint.\nLULU. There he is!\nSCHWARZ. {Rising.) Well?\nLULU. Don't you hear?\nSCHWARZ. Someone is coming. . . .\nLULU. I knew it.\nSCHWARZ. It's the janitor. He's sweeping the stairs.\nLULU. Thank heaven!\nSCHWARZ. Do you perhaps accompany the doctor to\nhis patients ?\nLULU. Everything BUT that.\nSCHWARZ. Because, you are not accustomed to being\nalone.\nLULU. We have a housekeeper at home.\nSCHWARZ. She keeps you company?\nLULU. She has a lot of taste.\nSCHWARZ. What for?\nLULU. She dresses me.\nSCHWARZ. Do you go much to balls?"}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.26", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1070, "texte": "LULU. Never.\nSCHWARZ. Then what do you need the dresses for ?\nLULU. For dancing.\nSCHWARZ. You really dance?\nLULU. Czardas . . . Samaqueca . . . Skirt-dance.\nSCHWARZ. Doesn't—that—disgust you, then?\nLULU. You find me ugly?\nSCHWARZ. You don't understand me. But who gives\nyou lessons then ?\nLULU. Him.\nSCHWARZ. Who ?\nLULU. Him.\nSCHWARZ. He ?\nLULU. He plays the violin—\nSCHWARZ. Every day one learns something new of\nthe world!\nLULU. I learned in Paris. I took lessons from Eugenie\nFougere. She let me copy her costumes, too.\nSCHWARZ. What are they like ?\nLULU. A little green lace skirt to the knee, all in\nruffles, low-necked, of course, very low-necked and awfully\ntight-laced. Bright green petticoat, then brighter and\nbrighter. Snow-white underclothes with a hand's-breadth\nof lace. ...\nSCHWARZ. I can no longer—\nLULU. Then paint!\nSCHWARZ. ( Scraping the .) Aren't you cold\nat all?\nLULU. God forbid! No. What made you ask ? Are\nyou so cold?\nSCHWARZ. Not to-day. No.\nLULU. Praise God, one can breathe!\nSCHWARZ. How so? . . . {Lulu takes a deep breath.)"}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.27", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1340, "texte": "Don't do that, please! ( Spri throws away his\npalette and brushes, walks up and down.) The boot-\nblack only attends to her feet! His color doesn't eat into\nhis money, either. If I go without supper to-morrow, no\nlittle society lady will ask me if I know anything about\noyster-patties!\nLULU. Is he going out of his head?\nSCHWARZ. ( Takes up his work again.) What ever\ndrove the fellow to this test!\nLULU. I'd like it better, too, if he had stayed here.\nSCHWARZ. We are truly the martyrs of our calling!\nLULU. I didn't wish to cause you pain.\nSCHWARZ. (Hesitating, to Lulu.) If you—the left\ntrowser-leg—a little higher—\nLULU. Here?\nSCHWARZ. (Steps to the platform.) Permit me. .. .\nLULU. What do you want?\nSCHWARZ. I'll show you.\nLULU. You mustn't.\nSCHWARZ. You are nervous . . . ( to seize her\nhand.)\nLULU. (Throws the crook in his face.) Let me alone!\n(Hurries to the entrance door.) You don't get me for\na long time yet.\nSCHWARZ. You can't understand a joke.\nLULU. Oh, yes I can. I understand everything. Just\nyou leave me be. You'll get nothing at all from me by\nforce. Go to your work. You have no right to molest\nme. {Flees behind the ottoman.) Sit down behind your\neasel!\nSCHWARZ. {Trying to get around the ottoman.) As\nsoon as I've punished you—you wayward, capricious—\nLULU. But you must have me, first! Go away. You"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.28", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1410, "texte": "can't catch me. In long clothes I'd have fallen into your\nclutches long ago—but in the Pierrot!\nSCHWARZ. (Throwing himself across the ottoman.)\nI've got you!\nLULU. ( Hurls the tiger-skin over his head.) Good-\nnight! ( Jumps over the platforjn and climbs up the step-\nladder.) I can see away over all the cities of the earth.\nSCHWARZ. ( Unrolling himself from the rug.) This\nold skin!!\nLULU. I reach up into heaven, and stick the stars in\nmy hair.\nSCHWARZ. ( Clambering after her.) I'll shake it till\nyou fall off!\nLULU. If you don't stop, I'll throw the ladder down.\n( Climbing higher.) Will you let go of my legs? God\nsave the Poles! ( Makes the ladder fall over, jumps onto\nthe platform, and as Schwarz picks himself up from the\nfloor, throws the Spanish screen down on his head. Hasten-\ning down-stage, by the easels.) I told you that you\nweren't going to get me.\nSCHWARZ. (Coming forward.) Let us make peace.\n(Tries to embrace her.)\nLULU. Keep away from me, or— (She throws the\neasel with the finished picture at him, so that both fall\ncrashing to the floor.)\nSCHWARZ. (Screams.) Merciful Heaven!\nLULU. (Up-stage, right.) You knocked the hole in\nit yourself!\nSCHWARZ. lam ruined! Ten weeks' work, my jour-\nney, my exhibition! Now there is nothing more to lose!\n(Plunges after her.)\nLULU. (Springs over the ottoman, over the fallen step-\nladder, and over the platform, down-stage.) A grave!"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.29", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1178, "texte": "Don't fall into it! ( stamps thru the picture on the\nfloor.) She made a new man out of him! (\nforward.)\nSCHWARZ. ( Stumbling over the Spanish screen.) I\nam merciless now!\nLULU. (Up-stage.) Leave me in peace now. I'm\ngetting dizzy. O Gott! O Gott! .. . (Comes for-\nward and sinks down on the ottoman. Schwarz locks\nthe door; then seats himself next her, grasps her hand,\nand covers it with kisses—then pauses, struggling with\nhimself. Lulu opens her eyes wide.)\nLULU. He may come back.\nSCHWARZ. How d' you feel ?\nLULU. As if I had fallen into the water. . . .\nSCHWARZ. I love you.\nLULU. One time, I loved a student.\nSCHWARZ. Nellie—\nLULU. With four-and-twenty scars—\nSCHWARZ. I love you, Nellie.\nLULU. My name isn't Nellie. (Schwarz kisses her.)\nIt's Lulu.\nSCHWARZ. I would call you Eve.\nLULU. Do you know what time it is?\nSCHWARZ. (Looking at his watch.) Half past ten.\n( Lulu takes the watch and opens the case.) You don't\nlove me.\nLULU. Yes I do. . . . It's five minutes after half past\nten.\nSCHWARZ. Give me a kiss, Eve!\nLULU. ( Takes him by the chin and kisses him.\nThrows the watch in the air and catches it.) You smell\nof tobacco.\nSCHWARZ. Why so distant?"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.30", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1323, "texte": "LULU. It would be uncomfortable to—\nSCHWARZ. You're just making believe!\nLULU. You're making believe yourself, it seems to\nme. I make believe? What makes you think that? I\nnever needed to do that.\nSCHWARZ. (Risesj disconcertedpassing his hand over\nhis forhead.) God in Heaven! The world is strange\nto me—!\nLULU. (Screams.) Only don't kill me!\nSCHWARZ. (Instantly whirling round.) Thou\nhast never yet loved!\nLULU. (Half raising herself.) You have never\nyet loved... !\nDR. GOLL. (Outside.) Open the door!\nLULU. (Already sprung to her feet.) Hide me! O\nGod, hide me!\nDR. GOLL. (Pounding on the door.) Open the door!\nLULU. (Holding back Schwarz as he goes toward\nthe door.) He will strike me dead!\nDR. GOLL. (Hammering.) Open the door!\nLULU. (Sunk down before Schwarz, gripping his\nknees.) He'll beat me to death! He'll beat me to death!\nSCHWARZ. Stand up. ... (The door falls crashing\ninto the studio. Dr. Goll with blood-shot eyes rushes upon\nSchwarz and Lulu, brandishing his stick.)\nDR. GOLL. You dogs! You .. . ! (Pants, strug-\ngles for breath a few seconds, and falls headlong to the\nground. Schwarz s knees tremble. Lulu has fled to the\ndoor. Pause.)\nSCHWARZ. Mister—Doctor—Doc—Doctor Goll—\nLULU. (In the door.) Please, though, first put the\nstudio in order.\nSCHWARZ. Dr. Goll! (Leans over.) Doc— (Steps"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.31", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1312, "texte": "back.) He's cut his forehead. Help me to lay him on\nthe ottoman.\nLULU. ( Shudders backward in terror.) No. No. . .\nSCHWARZ. ( Trying to turn him over.) Dr. Goll.\nLULU. He doesn't hear.\nSCHWARZ. But you, help me, please.\nLULU. The two of us together couldn't lift him.\nSCHWARZ. ( Straightening up.) We must send for a\ndoctor.\nLULU. He is fearfully heavy.\nSCHWARZ. ( Getting his hat.) Please, though, be so\ngood as to put the place a little to rights while I'm away.\n(He goes out.)\nLULU. He'll spring up all at once. (Intensely.)\nBussi! He just won't notice anything. ( down-\nstage in a wide circle.) He sees my feet, and watches\nevery step I take. He has his eye on me everywhere.\n( Touches him with her toe.) Bussi! ( back-\nward.) It's serious with him. The dance is over. He'll\nsend me to prison. What shall I do? (Leans over, to\nthe floor.) A strange, wild face! (Getting up.) And\nno one to do him the last services—isn't that sad!\n( Schwarzreturns.)\nSCHWARZ. 'Still not come to himself?\nLULU. (Down right.) What shall I do?\nSCHWARZ. ( Bending over Goll.) Doctor Goll.\nLULU. I almost think it's serious.\nSCHWARZ. Talk decently!\nLULU. He wouldn't say that to me. He makes me\ndance for him when he doesn't feel well.\nSCHWARZ. The doctor will be here in a moment.\nLULU. Doctoring won't help hi m."}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.32", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1007, "texte": "SCHWARZ. But people do what they can, in such\ncases!\nLULU. He doesn't think so.\nSCHWARZ. Then won't you at least—get dressed?\nLULU. Yes,—right off.\nSCHWARZ. What are you waiting for?\nLULU. Please . . .\nSCHWARZ. What is it?\nLULU. Shut hi s eyes.\nSCHWARZ. You make me shiver.\nLULU. Not nearly so much as you make me!\nSCHWARZ. I ?\nLULU. You're a born criminal.\nSCHWARZ. Doesn't this moment touch you at all,\nthen ?\nLULU. It hits me, too, some.\nSCHWARZ. Please, just you keep still now!\nLULU. It hits you some, too.\nSCHWARZ. You really didn't need to say that to a\nman, in such a moment.\nLULU. PLEASE . . .!\nSCHWARZ. Do what you think necessary. I don't\nknow how.\nLULU. ( Left of Goll.) He's looking at me.\nSCHWARZ. (Right of Goll.) And at me, too.\nLULU. You're a coward!\nSCHWARZ. (Shuts Goil's eyes with his handkerchief.)\nIt's the first time in my life that anyone has called me\nthat.\nLULU. Didn't you do it to your mother?\nSCHWARZ. (Nervously.) No.\nLULU. You were away, perhaps.\nSCHWARZ. No!"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.33", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1137, "texte": "LULU. Or else you were afraid?\nSCHWARZ. ( Violently.) No!\nLULU. ( Shivering>backward.) I didn't mean to in-\nsult you.\nSCHWARZ. She's still alive.\nLULU. Then you still have somebody.\nSCHWARZ. She's as poor as a beggar.\nLULU. I know what that is.\nSCHWARZ. Don't laugh at me!\nLULU. Now I am rich—\nSCHWARZ. It gives me cold shudders— ( right.)\nShe can't help it!\nLULU. (To herself.) What'll I do?\nSCHWARZ. (To himself.) Absolutely depraved!\n(They look at each other mistrustfully. Schwarz goes\nover to her and grips her hand.) Look me in the eyes!\nLULU. (Apprehensively.) What do you want?\nSCHWARZ. (Takes her to the ottoman and makes her\nsit next to him.) Look me in the eyes.\nLULU. I see myself in them as Pierrot.\nSCHWARZ. (Shoves her from him.) Confounded\ndancer-ing!\nLULU. I must change my clothes—\nSCHWARZ. (Holds her back.) One question—\nLULU. I can't answer it.\nSCHWARZ. Can you speak the truth?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. Do you believe in a Creator?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. Can you swear on anything?\nLULU. I don't know. Leave me alone. You're mad.\nSCHWARZ. What do you believe in, then?\nLULU. I don't know."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.34", "debut_caractere": 17, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1231, "texte": "SCHWARZ. Have you no soul, then?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. Have you ever once loved—?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. ( Gets up, goes right, to himself.) She\ndoesn't know!\nLULU. ( Without moving.) I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. (Glancing at Goll.) He knows.\nLULU. (Nearer him.) What do you want to know?\nSCHWARZ. {Angrily.) Go, get dressed! {Lulu\ngoes into the bed-room. To Goll.) Would I could\nchange with you, you dead man! I give her back to you.\nI give my youth to you, too. I lack the courage and the\nfaith. I've had to wait patiently too long. It's too late\nfor me. I haven't grown up big enough for happiness.\nI have a hellish fear of it. Wake up! I didn't touch\nher. He opens his mouth. Mouth open and eyes shut,\nlike the children. With me it's the other way round.\nWake up, wake up! {Kneels down and binds his hand-\nkerchief round the dead mans head.) Here I beseech\nHeaven to make me able to be happy—to give me the\nstrength and the freedom of soul to be just a weeny mite\nhappy! For her sake, only for her sake.\n{Lulu comes out of the bed-room, completely dressed, her\nhat on, and her right hand under her left arm.)\nLULU. {Raising her left arm, to Schwarz.) Would\nyou hook me up here? My hand trembles.\nCURTAIN"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "33", "page_fin": "57", "image_debut": 35, "image_fin": 59, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "ACT II", "titre_sommaire": "ACT II", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.35", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1378, "texte": "ACT II\nA very ornamental parlor. Entrance-door rear, left.\nCurtained entrances right and left, steps leading up to the\nright one. On the back wall over the fire-place, Lulu's\npicture as Pierrot in a magnificent frame. Right, a tall\nmirror; a couch in front of it. Left, an ebony writing-\ntable. Centre, a few chairs around a little Chinese table.\nLulu stands motionless before the mirror, in a green\nsilk morning-dress. She frowns, passes a hand over her\nforehead, feels her cheeks, and draws back from the mirror\nwith a discouraged, almost angry, look. Frequently turn-\ning round, she goes left, opens a casket on the writing-\ntable, lights herself a cigarette, looks for a book among\nthose that are lying on the table, takes one, and lies down\non the couch opposite the mirror. After reading a mo-\nment, she lets the book sink, and nods seriously to herself\nin the glass; then resumes reading. Schwarz enters, left,\npalette and brushes in hand, and bends over Lulu, kisses\nher on the forehead, and goes up the steps, right.\nSCHWARZ. (Turning in the door-way.) Eve!\nLULU. {Smiling.) At your orders?\nSCHWARZ. Seems to me you look extra charming to-\nday.\nLULU. {With a glance at the mirror.) Depends on\nwhat you expect.\nSCHWARZ. Your hair breathes out a morning fresh-\nness. . . .\nLULU. I've just come out of the water.\nSCHWARZ. {Approaching her.) I've an awful lot to\ndo to-day."}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.36", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1367, "texte": "LULU. That's what you say to yourself.\nSCHWARZ. ( Lays his palette and brushes down on the\ncarpet, and sits on the edge of the couch.) What are\nyou reading?\nLULU. {Reads.) \"Suddenly she heard an anchor of\nrefuge come nodding up the stairs.\"\nSCHWARZ. Who under the sun writes so absorbingly?\nLULU. {Reading.) \"It was the postman with a\nmoney-order.\" {Henriette, the servant, comes in, upper\nleft, with a hat-box on her arm and a little tray of letters\nwhich she puts on the table.)\nHENRIETTE. The mail. I'm going to take your hat\nto the milliner, madam. Anything else?\nLULU. No. {Schwarz signs to her to go out, which\nshe does, slyly smiling.)\nSCHWARZ. What was it you dreamt all last night?\nLULU. You've asked me that twice already, to-day.\nSCHWARZ. {Rises, takes up the letters.) I tremble\nfor news. Every day I fear the world may go to pieces.\n{Giving Lulu a letter.) For you.\nLULU. {Sniffs at the paper.) Madame Corticelli.\n{Hides it in her bosom.)\nSCHWARZ. {Skimming a letter.) My Samaqueca-\ndancer sold—for fifty thousand marks!\nLULU. Who says that?\nSCHWARZ. Sedelmeier in Paris. That's the third\npicture since our marriage. I hardly know how to save\nmyself from my luck!\nLULU. {Pointing to the letters.) There are more\nthere.\nSCHWARZ. {Opening an engagement announcement.)\nSee. {Gives it to Lulu.)\nLULU. {Reads.) Sir Henry von Zarnikow has the"}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.37", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1449, "texte": "honor to announce the engagement of his daughter, Char-\nlotte Marie Adelaide, to Doctor Ludwig Schon.\nSCHWARZ. {As he opens another letter.) At last!\nHe's been an eternal while evading a public engagement.\nI can't understand it—a man of his standing and in-\nfluence. What can be in the way of his marriage?\nLULU. What is that that you're reading?\nSCHWARZ. An invitation to take part in the inter-\nnational exhibition at St. Petersburg. I have no idea\nwhat to paint for it.\nLULU. Some entrancing girl or other, of course.\nSCHWARZ. Will you be willing to pose for it?\nLULU. God knows there are other pretty girls enough\nin existence !\nSCHWARZ. But with any other model—tho she be\nas racy as hell—I can't get such a full display of my\npowers.\nLULU. Then I must, I suppose. Wouldn't it go as\nwell lying down?\nSCHWARZ. Really, I'd liefest have your taste arrange\nit for me. {Folding up the letters.) Don't let's forget\nto congratulate Schon to-day, anyway. {Goes left and\nshuts the letters in the writing-table.)\nLULU. But we did that a long time ago.\nSCHWARZ. For his bride's sake.\nLULU. You can write to him again if you want.\nSCHWARZ. And now to work! {Takes up his brushes\nand palette,kisses Lulu, goes up the steps, right, and turns\naround in the door-way.) Eve!\nLULU. {Lets her book sink, smiling.) Your pleasure?\nSCHWARZ. {Approaching her.) I feel every day as\nif I were seeing you for the very first time.\nLULU. You're a terror."}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.38", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1371, "texte": "SCHWARZ. The fault is yours. {He sinks on his\nknees by the couch and caresses her hand.)\nLULU. {Stroking his hair.) You're wasting me.\nSCHWARZ. You are mine. But you are never\nmore ensnaring than when you ought for God's sake to be,\njust once, real ugly for a couple of hours! Since I've\nhad you, I have had nothing more. I'm entirely lost to\nmyself.\nLULU. Not so excited! {Bell rings in the corridor.)\nSCHWARZ. {Pulling himself together.) Confound it!\nLULU. No one at home!\nSCHWARZ. Perhaps it's the art-dealer—\nLULU. And if it's the Chinese Emperor!\nSCHWARZ. One moment. {Exit.)\nLULU. {Visionary.) Thou? Thou? {Closes her\neyes.)\nSCHWARZ. {Coming back.) A beggar, who says he\nwas in the war. I have no small change on me. (Taking\nup his palette and brushes.) It's high time, too, that I\nshould finally go to work. {Goes right. ) {Lulu\ntouches herself up before the strokes back her hair,\nand goes out, returning leading in Schigolch.)\nSCHIGOLCH. I'd thought he was more of a swell—a\nlittle more glory to him. He's sort of embarrassed. He\nquaked a little in the knees when he saw me in front\nof him.\nLULU. {Shoving a chair round for him.) How can\nyou beg from him, too?\nSCHIGOLCH. That's why I've dragged my seventy-\nseven summers just here. You told me he kept at his\npainting in the mornings.\nLULU. He hadn't got quite awake yet. How much\ndo you need?"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.39", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1330, "texte": "SCHIGOLCH. Two hundred, if you have that much\nhandy. Personally, I'd like three hundred. Some of my\nclients have evaporated.\nLULU. ( Goes to the writing-table and rummages in\nthe drawer.) Whew, I'm tired!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Looking round him.) That's just what\nbrought me, too. I've been wanting a long time to see\nhow things were looking now with you.\nLULU. Well?\nSCHIGOLCH. It just sweeps over you. (Looking up.)\nLike with me fifty years ago. Instead of the loafing chairs\nwe still had rusty old sabres then. Devil, but you've\nbrought it pretty far! (Scuffing.) Carpets. .. .\nLULU. (Giving him two bills.) I like best to walk\non them bare-footed.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Scanning Lulu s portrait.) Is that you?\nLULU. (Winking.) Pretty fine?\nSCHIGOLCH. If all that's genuine.\nLULU. Have something sweet?\nSCHIGOLCH. What?\nLULU. (Getting up.) Elixir de Spaa.\nSCHIGOLCH. That doesn't help me— Does he drink?\nLULU. (Taking a decanter and glasses from a cup-\nboard near the fireplace.) Not yet. (Coming down\nstage.) The cordial has such various effects!\nSCHIGOLCH. He comes to blows?\nLULU. He goes to sleep. (She fills the two glasses.)\nSCHIGOLCH. When he's drunk, you can see right into\nhis insides.\nLULU. I'd rather not. (Sits opposite Schigolch.)\nTell me about it.\nSCHIGOLCH. The streets keep on getting longer, and\nmy legs shorter."}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.40", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1260, "texte": "LULU. And your harmonica?\nSCHIGOLCH. Has bad air, like me with my asthma. I\njust keep a-thinking it isn't worth the trouble to make it\nbetter. ( They clink glasses.)\nLULU. ( Emptying her glass.) I thought you'd come\nto an end a long time ago—\nSCHIGOLCH. To an end—already up and away? I\nthought so, too. But no matter how early the sun goes\ndown, still we aren't let lie quiet. I'm hoping for winter.\nPerhaps then my (coughing)—my—my asthma will in-\nvent some opportunity to carry me off.\nLULU. {Filling the glasses.) Do you think they could\nhave forgotten you on the other side?\nSCHIGOLCH. Would be possible, for it certainly isn't\ngoing like it usually does. {Stroking her knee.) Now\nyou tell—not seen you a long time—my little Lulu.\nLULU. {Jerking back, smiling.) Life is beyond me!\nSCHIGOLCH. What do you know about it? You're\nstill so young!\nLULU. That you call me Lulu.\nSCHIGOLCH. Lulu, isn't it? Have I ever called you\nanything else?\nLULU. In the memory of man my name has no longer\nbeen Lulu.\nSCHIGOLCH. Another way of naming?\nLULU. Lulu sounds to me quite ante-diluvian.\nSCHIGOLCH. Children! Children!\nLULU. My name now is—\nSCHIGOLCH. As if the principle wasn't always the\nsame!\nLULU. You mean—?\nSCHIGOLCH. What is it now?\nLULU. EVE."}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.41", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1286, "texte": "SCHIGOLCH. Lept, hopped, skipped, jumped. . . .\nLULU. I'm listening.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Gazing round.) This is the way I\ndreamt of it for you. You've aimed straight for it.\n( Seeing Lulu sprinkling herself with perfume.) What's\nthat?\nLULU. Heliotrope.\nSCHIGOLCH. Does that smell better than you?\nLULU. ( Sprinkling him.) That needn't bother you\nany more.\nSCHIGOLCH. Who would have dreamt of this royal\nluxury before!\nLULU. When I think back—Ugh!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Stroking her knee.) How's it going\nwith you, then? You still keep at the French?\nLULU. I lie and sleep.\nSCHIGOLCH. That's genteel. That always looks like\nsomething. And afterwards ?\nLULU. I stretch—till it cracks.\nSCHIGOLCH. And when it has cracked?\nLULU. What do you mind about that?\nSCHIGOLCH. What do I mind about that? What do\nI mind? I'd rather live till the last trump and renounce\nall heavenly joys than leave my Lulu deprived of any-\nthing down here behind me. What do I mind about that ?\nIt's my sympathy. To be sure, my better self i s already\ntransfigured—but I still have some sense for this world.\nLULU. I haven't.\nSCHIGOLCH. You're too well off.\nLULU. (Shuddering.) Idiot. .. .\nSCHIGOLCH. Better than with the old dancing-bear?\nLULU. (Sadly.) I don't dance any more.\nSCHIGOLCH. For him it was time, too."}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.42", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1332, "texte": "LULU. Now I am— (Stops.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Speak how it is with you, child! I be-\nlieved in you when there was no more to be seen in you\nthan your two big eyes. What are you now?\nLULU. A beast. . . .\nSCHIGOLCH. That you—! And what kind of a\nbeast? A fine beast! An elegant beast! A glorified\nbeast! Then I'll let them bury me. We're through with\nprejudices—even with the one against the corpse-washer.\nLULU. You needn't be afraid that you will be washed\nonce more.\nSCHIGOLCH. Doesn't matter, either. One gets dirty\nagain.\nLULU. ( Sprinkling him.) It would call you back to\nlife again!\nSCHIGOLCH. We are mud.\nLULU. I beg your pardon! I rub grease into myself\nevery day and then powder on top of it.\nSCHIGOLCH. Probably worth while, too, on the dressed-\nup mucker's account.\nLULU. It makes the skin like satin.\nSCHIGOLCH. As if it weren't just dirt all the same!\nLULU. Thank you. I wish to be worth biting at!\nSCHIGOLCH. We are. Give a big dinner down below\nthere pretty soon. Keep open house.\nLULU. Your guests will hardly over-eat themselves\nat it.\nSCHIGOLCH. Patience, girl! Your worshippers won't\nput you in alcohol, either. It's \"schone Melusine\" as long\nas it keeps buoyant. Afterwards? They don't take it\nat the zoological garden. (RiThe gentle beasties\nmight get stomach-cramps.\nLULU. (Getting up.) Have you enough?"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.43", "debut_caractere": 21, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1334, "texte": "SCHIGOLCH. There's still enough left over to plant\na juniper on my grave. I'll find my own way out. {Exit.\nLulu follows him, and presently returns with Dr. Schdn.)\nSCHON. What's your father doing here?\nLULU. What's the matter?\nSCHON. If I were your husband that man would\nnever come over my threshold.\nLULU. You can speak intimately. He's not here.\n{Referring to Schwarz.)\nSCHON. Thank you, I'd rather not.\nLULU. I don't understand.\nSCHON. I know that. {Offering her a seat.) I\nshould like to speak with you just on that subject.\nLULU. {Sitting down uncertainly.) Why didn't you\ntell me so yesterday, then?\nSCHON. Please, nothing now about yesterday. I did\ntell you two years ago.\nLULU. {Nervously.) Oh, yes,—Hm!\nSCHON. Please be kind enough to cease your visits\nto my house.\nLULU. May I offer you an elixir—\nSCHON. Thanks. No elixir. Have you understood\nme? {Lulu shakes her head.) Good. You have the\nchoice. You force me to the most extreme measures:—\neither act in accordance with your station—\nLULU. Or?\nSCHON. Or—you compel me—I should have to turn\nto that person who is responsible for your behavior.\nLULU. What makes you imagine that?\nSCHON. I shall request your husband, himself to\nwatch over your ways. {Lulu rises, goes up the steps,\nright.) Where are you going?\nLULU. {Calls thru the curtains.) Walter!"}, {"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.44", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1493, "texte": "SCHON. (Springing up.) Are you mad?\nLULU. ( Turning round.) Aha!\nSCHON. I have made the most superhuman efforts\nto raise you in society. You can be ten times as proud\nof your name as of your intimacy with me.\nLULU. ( Comes down the steps and puts her arm\naround Schon s neck.) Why are you still afraid, now\nthat you're at the zenith of your hopes?\nSCHON. No comedy! The zenith of my hopes? lam\nat last engaged: I have now the hope of bringing my bride\ninto a clean house.\nLULU. (Sitting.) She has developed delightfully in\nthe two years!\nSCHON. She no longer looks thru one so earnestly.\nLULU. She is now, for the first time, a woman. We\ncan meet each other wherever it seems suitable to you.\nSCHON. We shall meet each other nowhere but in the\npresence of your husband!\nLULU. You don't believe yourself what you say.\nSCHON. Then he must believe it. Go on and call\nhim! Thru his marriage to you, thru all that I've done\nfor him, he has become my friend.\nLULU. (Rising.) Mine, too.\nSCHON. Then I'll cut down the sword over my head.\nLULU. You have, indeed, chained me up. But I owe\nmy happiness to you. You will get friends by the crowd\nas soon as you have a pretty young wife again.\nSCHON. You judge women by yourself! He's got\nthe sense of a child or he would have tracked out your\ndoublings and windings long ago.\nLULU. I only wish he would! Then, at last he'd get\nout of his swaddling-clothes. He puts his trust in the\nmarriage contract he has in his pocket. Trouble is past"}, {"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.45", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1464, "texte": "and gone. One can now give oneself and let oneself\ngo as if one were at home. That isn't the sense of a\nchild! It's banal! He has no education; he sees\nnothing; he sees neither me nor himself; he is blind,\nblind, blind. . . .\nSCHON. ( Half to himself.) When his eyes open!!\nLULU. Open his eyes for him! I'm going to ruin.\nI'm neglecting myself. He doesn't know me at all.\nWhat am I to him? He calls me darling and little\ndevil. He would say the same to any piano-teacher.\nHe makes no pretensions. Everything is alright, to him.\nThat comes from his never in his life having felt the need\nof intercourse with women.\nSCHON. If that's true!\nLULU. He admits it perfectly openly.\nSCHON. A man who has painted them, rags and tags\nand velvet gowns, since he was fourteen.\nLULU. Women make him anxious. He trembles for\nhis health and comfort. But he isn't afraid of me!\nSCHON. How many girls would deem themselves\nGod knows how blessed in your situation.\nLULU. (Softly pleading.) Seduce him. Corrupt\nhim. You know how. Take him into bad company—\nyou know the people. lam nothing to him but a woman,\njust woman. He makes me feel so ridiculous. He will\nbe prouder of me. He doesn't know any differences.\nI'm thinking my head off, day and night, how to shake\nhim up. In my despair I dance the can-can. He yawns;\nand drivels something about obscenity.\nSCHON. Nonsense. He is an artist, though.\nLULU. At least he believes he is.\nSCHON. That's the chief thing!"}, {"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.46", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1279, "texte": "LULU. When I pose for him. . . . -He believes, too,\nthat he's a famous man.\nSCHON. We have made him one.\nLULU. He believes everything. He's as mistrustful as\na thief, and lets himself be lied to, till one loses all re-\nspect! When we first knew each other I informed him\nI had never yet loved— ( Schon falls into an easy-chair.)\nOtherwise he would really have taken me for a fallen\nwoman!\nSCHON. You make God knows what exorbitant de-\nmands on legitimate relations!\nLULU. I make no exorbitant demands. Often I even\ndream still of Goll.\nSCHON. He was, at any rate, not banal!\nLULU. He is there, as if he had never been away.\nOnly he walks as tho in his socks. He isn't angry with\nme; he's awfully sad. And then he is fearful, as tho\nhe were there without the permission of the police.\nOtherwise, he feels at ease with us. Only he can't\nquite get over my having thrown away so much money\nsince—\nSCHON. You yearn for the whip once more?\nLULU. Maybe. I don't dance any more.\nSCHON. Teach him to do it.\nLULU. A waste of trouble.\nSCHON. Out of a hundred women, ninety educate\ntheir husbands to suit themselves.\nLULU. He loves me.\nSCHON. That's fatal, of course.\nLULU. He loves me—\nSCHON. That is an unbridgeable abyss.\nLULU. He doesn't know me, but he loves me! If he"}, {"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.47", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1717, "texte": "had anything like a correct idea of me, he'd tie a stone\naround my neck and sink me in the sea where it's deepest.\nSCHON. Let's finish this? (He gets up.)\nLULU. As you say.\nSCHON. I've married you off. Twice I have married\nyou off. You live in luxury. I've created a position for\nyour husband. If that doesn't satisfy you, and he laughs\nin his sleeve at it, I don't pretend to meet ideal claims;\nbut—leave me out of the game, out of it!\nLULU. (Resolutely.) If I belong to any person on\nthis earth, I belong to you. Without you I'd be—l won't\nsay where. You took me by the hand, gave me food to\neat, had me dressed,—when I was going to steal your\nwatch. Do you think that can be forgotten? Anybody\nelse would have called the police. You sent me to school,\nand had me learn manners. Who but you in the whole\nworld has ever thought anything of me? I've danced\nand posed, and was glad to be able to earn my living\nthat way. But love at command, I can't!\nSCHON. (Raising his voice.) Leave me out! Do\nwhat you will. I'm not coming to make scandal; I'm\ncoming to shake the scandal from my neck. My engage-\nment is costing me sacrifices enough! I had imagined\nthat with a healthy young man, than whom a woman of\nyour years can wish herself no better, you would, at last,\nhave been contented. If you are under obligations to me,\ndon't throw yourself a third time in my way! Am I to\nwait yet longer before putting my pile in security? Am\nI to risk the whole success of my patents falling into the\nwater again after two years? What good is it to me\nto be your married-man, when you can be seen going\nin and out of my house at every hour of the day? Why\nthe devil didn't Dr. Goll stay alive just one year more!"}, {"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.48", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1371, "texte": "With him you were in safe keeping. Then I'd have had\nmy wife long since under my roof!\nLULU. And what would you have had then? The\nkid gets on your nerves. The child is too uncorrupted\nfor you. She's been much too carefully brought up.\nWhat should I have against your marriage ? But you are\ndeceived about yourself if you think that on account of\nyour impending marriage you may express your con-\ntempt to me.\nSCHON. Contempt? I shall soon give the child the\nright idea. If anything is contemptible, it's your intrigues!\nLULU. (Laughing.) Am I jealous of the child?\nThat never once entered my head.\nSCHON. Then why talk about the child? The child\nis not even a whole year younger than you are. Leave\nme my freedom to live what life I still have. No matter\nhow the child s been brought up, she's got her five senses\njust like you. . . . ( Schwarzappears, right, brush in\nhand.)\nSCHWARZ. What's the matter here ?\nLULU. (To Schon.) Well? Go on. Talk.\nSCHWARZ. What's the matter with you two?\nLULU. Nothing that touches you—\nSCHON. (Sharply.) Quiet!\nLULU. Hes had enough of me. (Schwarz leads her\noff, to the right.)\nSCHON. (Turning over the leaves in one of the books\non the table.) It had to come out—I must have my\nhands free at last!\nSCHWARZ. (Coming back.) Is that away to jest?\nSCHON. (Pointing to a chair.) Please.\nSCHWARZ. What is it?\nSCHON. Please."}, {"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.49", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1255, "texte": "SCHWARZ. (Seating himself.) Well?\nSCHON. ( Seating himself.) You have married half\na million. . . .\nSCHWARZ. Is it gone?\nSCHON. Not a penny.\nSCHWARZ. Explain to me the peculiar scene. . . .\nSCHON. You have married half a million—\nSCHWARZ. No one can make a crime of that.\nSCHON. You have created a name for yourself. You\ncan work unmolested. You need to deny yourself no\nwish—\nSCHWARZ. What have you two got against me?\nSCHON. For six months you've been revelling in all\nthe heavens. You have a wife whom the world envies\nyou, and she deserves a man whom she can respect—\nSCHWARZ. Doesn't she respect me?\nSCHON. No.\nSCHWARZ. ( Depressed.) I come from the dark\ndepths of society. She is above me. I cherish no more\nardent wish than to become her equal. (Offers Schon\nhis hand.) Thank you.\nSCHON. (Pressing it, half embarrassed.) Don't men-\ntion it.\nSCHWARZ. (With determination.) Speak!\nSCHON. Keep a little more watch on her.\nSCHWARZ. I—on her?\nSCHON. We are not children! We don't trifle! She\ndemands that she be taken seriously. Her value gives her\na perfect right to be.\nSCHWARZ. What does she do, then?\nSCHON. You have married half a million!\nSCHWARZ. (Rises; beside himself.) She—?\nSCHON. (Takes him by the shoulder.) No, that's not"}, {"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.50", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1339, "texte": "the way! ( Forces him to sit.) We must speak with\neach other very seriously here.\nSCHWARZ. What does she do?\nSCHON. First count on your fingers what you have\nto thank her for, and then—\nSCHWARZ. What does she do—man!!\nSCHON. And then make yourself responsible for your\nfaults, and no one else.\nSCHWARZ. With whom? With whom?\nSCHON. If we should shoot each other—\nSCHWARZ. Since when, then?\nSCHON. (Evasive.) —I don't come here to make\nscandal, I come to save you from the scandal.\nSCHWARZ. You have misunderstood her.\nSCHON. (Embarrassed.) That will not do for me.\nI can't see you go on living in blindness. The girl de-\nserves to be a respectable woman. Since I have known\nher she has improved as she developed.\nSCHWARZ. Since you have known her? Since when\nhave you known her then?\nSCHON. Since about her twelfth year.\nSCHWARZ. (Bewildered.) She told me nothing about\nthat.\nSCHON. She sold flowers in front of the Alhambra\nCafe. Every evening between twelve and two she pressed\nin among the guests, bare-footed.\nSCHWARZ. She told me nothing of that.\nSCHON. She did right there. I'm telling you, so\nyou may see that you have not to do with moral de-\ngeneracy. The girl is, on the contrary, of extraordinarily\ngood disposition.\nSCHWARZ. She said she had grown up with an aunt.\nSCHON. That was the woman I gave her to. She"}, {"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.51", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1543, "texte": "was her best pupil. The mothers used to make her an\nexample to their children. She has the feeling for duty.\nIt is simply and solely your mistake if you have till now\nneglected to take her on her best sides.\nSCHWARZ. (Sobbing.) O God!—\nSCHON. (With emphasis.) No O God!! Nothing\nof the happiness you have cost can be changed. Done is\ndone. You over-rate yourself against your better know-\nledge if you persuade yourself you will lose. You stand\nto gain. But with \"O God\" nothing is gained. A greater\nfriendliness I have not yet shown you: I speak plainly and\noffer you my help. Don't show yourself unworthy of it!\nSCHWARZ. ( From now on more and more broken\nup.) When I first knew her, she told me she had never\nloved.\nSCHON. When a widow says that—! It does her\ncredit that she chose you for a husband. Make the same\nclaims on yourself and your happiness is without a blot.\nSCHWARZ. She says he made her wear short dresses.\nSCHON. But he married her! That was her master-\nstroke. How she brought the man to it is beyond me.\nYou really must know it now: you are enjoying the fruits\nof her diplomacy.\nSCHWARZ. How did she get to know Dr. Goll then?\nSCHON. Through me! It was after my wife's death,\nwhen I was making the first advances to my present\nfiancee. She stuck herself in between. She had fixed\nher mind on becoming my wife.\nSCHWARZ. (As if seized with a horrible suspicion.)\nAnd then when her husband died ?\nSCHON. You married half a million!!\nSCHWARZ. (W ailing.)O, to have stayed where I\nwas! To have died of hunger!"}, {"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.52", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1218, "texte": "SCHON. {Superior.) Do you think, then, that I make\nno compromises? Who is there that does not compro-\nmise? You have married half a million. You are to-\nday one of the foremost artists. That can't be done\nwithout money. You are not the man to sit in judgment\non her. You can't possibly treat an origin like Mignon's\naccording to the notions of bourgeois society.\nSCHWARZ. {Quite distraught.) Who are you speak-\ning of?\nSCHON. Of her father! You're an artist, I say: your\nideals are on a different plane from those of a wage-\nworker.\nSCHWARZ. I don't understand a word of all that.\nSCHON. lam speaking of the inhuman conditions out\nof which, thanks to her good management, the girl has\ndeveloped into what she is!\nSCHWARZ. Who ?\nSCHON. Who? Your wife.\nSCHWARZ. EVE?\nSCHON. I called her Mignon.\nSCHWARZ. I thought her name was Nellie?\nSCHON. Dr. Goll called her so.\nSCHWARZ. I called her Eve—\nSCHON. What her real name is I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. {Absently.) Perhaps she knows.\nSCHON. With a father like hers, she is, with all her\nfaults, a miracle. I don't understand you—\nSCHWARZ. He died in a madhouse—?\nSCHON. He was here just now!\nSCHWARZ. Who was here?\nSCHON. Her father.\nSCHWARZ. Here—in my house?"}, {"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.53", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1282, "texte": "SCHON. He squeezed by me as I came in. And there\nare the two glasses still.\nSCHWARZ. She says he died in the madhouse.\nSCHON. Let her feel she's in authority—! She craves\nnothing but the compulsion to unconditional obedience.\nWith Dr. Goll she was in heaven, and with him there\nwas no joking.\nSCHWARZ. ( Shaking his head.) She said she had\nnever loved—\nSCHON. But you, make a beginning with yourself.\nPull yourself together!\nSCHWARZ. She has sworn—!\nSCHON. You can't demand a sense of duty in her\nbefore you know your own task.\nSCHWARZ. By her mother's grave!\nSCHON. She never knew her mother, let alone the\ngrave. Her mother hasn't got a grave.\nSCHWARZ. I don't fit in society. {He is in desper-\nation.)\nSCHON. What's the matter?\nSCHWARZ. Pain—horrible pain!\nSCHON. {Gets up, steps back; after a pause.) Guard\nher for yourself: she's yours. The moment is decisive.\nTo-morrow she may be lost to you.\nSCHWARZ. {Pointing to his breast.) Here, here.\nSCHON. You have married half— {Reflecting.) She\nis lost to you if you let this moment slip!\nSCHWARZ. If I could weep! Oh, if I could cry out!\nSCHON. {With a hand on his shoulder.) You're suf-\nfering—\nSCHWARZ. {Getting up, apparently quiet.) You are\nright, quite right.\nSCHON. {Gripping his hand.) Where are you going?"}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.54", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1247, "texte": "SCHWARZ. To speak with her.\nSCHON. Right! ( Accompanies the door, left.\nComing back.) That was tough work. ( a pause,\nlooking right.) He had taken her into the studio before\nthough? ( A fearful groan, left. He hurries to the door\nand finds it locked.) Open! Open the door!\nLULU. ( Stepping thru the hangings, right.) What's—\nSCHON. Open it!\nLULU. (Comes down the steps.) That is horrible.\nSCHON. Have you an ax in the kitchen?\nLULU. He'll open it right off—\nSCHON. I can't kick it down.\nLULU. When he's had his cry out.\nSCHON. (Kicking the door.) Open! (To Lulu.)\nBring me an ax.\nLULU. Send for the doctor—\nSCHON. You are not yourself.\nLULU. It serves you right. (Bell rings in the cor-\nridor. Schon and Lulu stare at each other. Then\nSchon slips up-stage and stands in the doorway.)\nSCHON. I mustn't let myself be seen here.\nLULU. Perhaps it's the art-dealer. (The bell rings\nagain.)\nSCHON. But if we don't answer it—\nLULU. (Steals toward the door; but Schon holds\nher.)\nSCHON. Stop. It sometimes happens that one is not\njust at hand— (He goes out on tip-toes. Lulu turns\nback to the locked door and listens. Schon returns with\nAlva.) Please be quiet.\nALVA. (Very excited.) A revolution has broken out\nin Paris!\nSCHON. Be quiet."}, {"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.55", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1294, "texte": "ALVA. (To Lulu.) You're as pale as death.\nSCHON. (Rattling at the door.) Walter! Walter!\n(A death-rattle heard behind the door.)\nLULU. God pity you.\nSCHON. Haven't you brought an ax?\nLULU. If there's one there— (Goes slowly out, upper\nleft.)\nALVA. He's just keeping us in suspense.\nSCHON. A revolution has broken out in Paris?\nALVA. In the editors' room they're beating their heads\nagainst the wall. No one knows what he ought to write.\n( The bell rings in the corridor.)\nSCHON. ( Kicking against the door.) Walter!\nALVA. Shall I force it in?\nSCHON. I can do that. Who is it coming now?\n(Standing up.) To enjoy life and let others be respon-\nsible for it—\nLULU. ( Coming back with a kitchen ax.) Henriette\nhas come home.\nSCHON. Shut the door behind you.\nALVA. Give it here. (Takes the ax and pounds with\nit between the jamb and the lock.)\nSCHON. You must hold it nearer the end.\nALVA. It's cracking— (The lock gives; Alva lets\nthe ax fall and staggers back.) (Pause.)\nLULU. (To Schon, pointing to the door.) After\nyou. (Schon flinches, drops back.) Are you getting—\ndizzy? (Schon wipes the sweat from his forehead and\ngoes in.)\nALVA. (From the couch.) Ghastly!\nLULU. (Stopping in the door-way, finger on lips, cries\nout sharply.) Oh! Oh! (Hurries to Alva.) I can't\nstay here."}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.56", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1285, "texte": "ALVA. Horrible!\nLULU. ( Taking his hand.) Come.\nALVA. Where to ?\nLULU. I can't be alone. ( out with Alva, right.)\n( Schoncomes back, a bunch of keys in his hand, which\nshows blood. He pulls the door to, behind him, goes to\nthe writing-table, opens it, and writes two notes.)\nALVA. ( Coming back, right.) She's changing her\nclothes.\nSCHON. She has gone?\nALVA. To her room. She's changing her clothes.\n( Schon rings. Henriette comes in.)\nSCHON. You know where Dr. Bernstein lives?\nHENRIETTE. Of course, Doctor. Right next door.\nSCHON. (Giving her one note.) Take that over to\nhim, please.\nHENRIETTE. In case the doctor is not at home?\nSCHON. He is at home. (Giving her the other note.)\nAnd take this to police headquarters. Take a cab. (\nriette goes out.) lam judged!\nALVA. My blood is cold.\nSCHON. {Toward the left.) The fool!\nALVA. He waked up to something, perhaps?\nSCHON. He has been too absorbed with himself.\n{Lulu appears on the steps, right, in dust-coat and hat.)\nALVA. Where are you going now?\nLULU. Out. I see it on all the walls.\nSCHON. Where are his papers?\nLULU. In the desk.\nSCHON. {At the desk.) Where?\nLULU. Lower right-hand drawer. {She kneels and\nopens the drawer, emptying the papers on the floor.)\nHere. There is nothing to fear. He had no secrets."}, {"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.57", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1218, "texte": "SCHON. Now I can just withdraw from the world.\nLULU. (Still kneeling.) Write a pamphlet about\nhim. Call him Michelangelo.\nSCHON. What good'll that do? (Pointing left.)\nThere lies my engagement.\nALVA. That's the curse of your game!\nSCHON. Shout it thru the streets!!\nALVA. ( Pointing to Lulu.) If you had treated that\ngirl fairly and justly when my mother died—\nSCHON. My engagement is bleeding to death there!\nLULU. ( Getting up.) I sha'n't stay here any longer.\nSCHON. In an hour they'll be selling extras. I dare\nnot go across the street!\nLULU. Why, what can you do to help it?\nSCHON. That's just it! They'll stone me for it!\nALVA. You must get away—travel.\nSCHON. To leave the scandal a free field!\nLULU. (By the couch.) Ten minutes ago he was\nlying here.\nSCHON. This is the reward for all I've done for him!\nIn one second he wrecks my whole life for me!\nALVA. Control yourself, please!\nLULU. (On the couch.) There's no one but our-\nselves here.\nALVA. But our position ?\nSCHON. (To Lulu.) What will you say to the\npolice ?\nLULU. Nothing.\nALVA. He didn't want to remain a debtor to his des-\ntiny.\nLULU. He always thought of death immediately.\nSCHON. He thought what a human being can only\ndream of."}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.58", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1318, "texte": "LULU. He has paid dearly for it.\nALVA. He had what we don't have!\nSCHON. ( Suddenly violent.) I know your reasons!\nI have no cause to consider you! If you try every means\nto prevent having any brothers and sisters, that's all the\nmore reason why I should get more children.\nALVA. You've a poor knowledge of men.\nLULU. You get out an extra yourself!\nSCHON. ( With passionate indignation.) He had no\nmoral sense! ( Suddenly controlling himself again.)\nParis in revolution—?\nALVA. Our editors act as though they'd been struck.\nEverything has stopped dead.\nSCHON. That's got to help me over this! Now if\nonly the police would come. The minutes are worth\nmore than gold. ( The bell rings in the corridor.)\nALVA. There they are— (Schon starts to the door.\nLulu jumps up.)\nLULU. Wait, you've got blood—\nSCHON. Where?\nLULU. Wait, I'll wipe it. ( her handker-\nchief with heliotrope and wipes the blood from Schon s\nhand.)\nSCHON. It's your husband's blood.\nLULU. It leaves no trace.\nSCHON. Monster!\nLULU. You will marry me, though. (The bell rings\nin the corridor.) Only have patience, children. (Schon\ngoes out and returns with Esch a reporter.)\nESCHERICH. (Breathless.) Allow me to—to intro-\nduce myself—\nSCHON. You've run?\nESCHERICH. (Giving him his card.) From police\nheadquarters. A suicide, I understand."}, {"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.59", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1189, "texte": "SCHON. {Reads.) Fritz Escherich, correspondent of\nthe \"News and Novelties.\" Come along.\nESCHERICH. One moment. {Takes out his note-book\n/\nand pencil, looks around the parlor, writes a few words,\nbows to Lulu, writes, turns to the broken door, writes.)\nA kitchen-ax. {Starts to lift it.)\nSCHON. {Holding him back.) Excuse me.\nESCHERICH. {Writing.) Door broken open with a\nkitchen-ax. {Examines the lock.)\nSCHON. {His hand on the door.) Look before you,\nmy dear sir.\nESCHERICH. Now if you will have the kindness to\nopen the door— {Schon opens it. Escherich lets book\nand pencil fall, clutches at his hair.) Merciful Heaven!\nGod!!\nSCHON. Look it all over carefully.\nESCHERICH. I can't look at it!\nSCHON. {Snorting scornfully.) Then what did you\ncome here for?\nESCHERICH. To—to cut up—to cut up his throat with\na razor!\nSCHON. Have you seen it all?\nESCHERICH. That must feel—\nSCHON. {Draws the door to, steps to the writing-\ntable.) Sit down. Here is paper and pen. Write.\nESCHERICH. {Mechanically taking his seat.) I can't\nwrite—\nSCHON. {Behind his chair.) Write! Persecution—\nmania. . . .\nESCHERICH. {Writes.) Per-secu-tion—mania. {The\nbell rings in the corridor.)\nCURTAIN"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c011", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c011", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "58", "page_fin": "75", "image_debut": 60, "image_fin": 77, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.11", "titre_corps": "ACT III", "titre_sommaire": "ACT III", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.60", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1270, "texte": "ACT III\nA theatrical dressing-room, hung with red. Door upper\nright. Across upper left corner, a Spanish screen. Cen-\ntre, a table set endwise,on which dance costumes lie.\nChair on each side of this table. Lower right, a smaller\ntable with a chair. Lower left, a high, very wide, old-\nfashioned arm-chair. Above it, a tall mirror, with a make-\nup stand before it holding puff, rouge, etc., etc.\nAlva is at lower right, filling two glasses with red wine\nand champagne.\nALVA. Never since I began to work for the stage have\nI seen a public so uncontrolled in enthusiasm.\nLULU. ( Voice from behind the .) Don't give\nme too much red wine. Will he see me to-day?\nALVA. Father?\nLULU. Yes.\nALVA. I don't know if he's in the theater.\nLULU. Doesn't he want to see me at all?\nALVA. He has so little time.\nLULU. His bride occupies him.\nALVA. Speculations. He gives himself no rest.\n( Schonenters.) You? We're just speaking of you.\nLULU. Is he there?\nSCHON. You're changing?\nLULU. ( Peeping over the Spanish screen, to Schon.)\nYou write in all the papers that I'm the most gifted\ndanseuse who ever trod the stage, a second Taglioni and\nI don't know what else—and you haven't once found me\ngifted enough to convince yourself of the fact.\nSCHON. I have so much to write. You see, I was"}, {"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.61", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1288, "texte": "right: there were hardly any seats left. You must keep\nrather more in the proscenium.\nLULU. I must first accustom myself to the light.\nALVA. She has kept herself strictly to her part.\nSCHON. {To Alva.) You must get more out of\nyour performers! You don't know enough yet about\nthe technique. {To Lulu.) What do you come as now?\nLULU. As a flower-girl.\nSCHON. {To Alva.) In tights?\nALVA. No. In a skirt to the ankles.\nSCHON. It would have been better if you hadn't ven-\ntured on symbolism.\n. ALVA. I look at a dancer's feet.\nSCHON. The point is, what the public looks at. An\napparition like her has no need, thank heaven, of your\nsymbolic mummery.\nALVA. The public doesn't look as if it was bored!\nSCHON. Of course not; because I have been working\nfor her success in the press for six months. Has the\nprince been here?\nALVA. Nobody's been here.\nSCHON. Who lets a dancer come on thru two acts\nin raincoats?\nALVA. Who is the prince?\nSCHON. Shall we see each other afterwards?\nALVA. Are you alone?\nSCHON. With acquaintances. At Peter's?\nALVA. At twelve?\nSCHON. At twelve. {Exit.)\nLULU. I'd given up hoping he'd ever come.\nALVA. Don't let yourself be misled by his grumpy\ngrowls. If you'll only be careful not to spend your\nstrength before the last number begins— {Lulu steps"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.62", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1340, "texte": "out in a classical, sleeveless dress, white with a red border,\na bright wreath in her hair and a basket of flowers in her\nhands.)\nLULU. He doesn't seem to have noticed at all how\ncleverly you have used your performers.\nALVA. I won't blow in sun, moon and stars in the\nfirst act!\nLULU. {Sipping.) You disclose me by degrees.\nALVA. I knew, though, that you knew all about chang-\ning costumes.\nLULU. If I'd wanted to sell my flowers this way be-\nfore the Alhambra cafe, they'd have had me behind lock\nand key right off the very first night.\nALVA. Why? You were a child!\n* i\nLULU. Do you remember me when I entered your\nroom the first time?\nALVA. You wore a dark blue dress with black velvet.\nLULU. They had to stick me somewhere and didn't\nknow where.\nALVA. My mother had been lying sick two years then.\nLULU. You were playing theater, and asked me if I\nwanted to play too.\nALVA. To be sure! We played theater!\nLULU. I see you still—the way you shoved the figures\nback and forth.\nALVA. For a long time my most terrible memory\nwas when all at once I saw clearly into your relations—\nLULU. \\ou got icy curt towards me then.\nALVA. Oh, God— I saw in you something so infinitely\nfar above me. I had perhaps a higher devotion to you\nthan to my mother. Think—when my mother died—l\nwas seventeen—1 went and stood before my father and"}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.63", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1341, "texte": "demanded that he make you his wife on the spot or we'd\nhave to fight a duel.\nLULU. He told me that at the time.\nALVA. Since I've grown older, I can only pity him.\nHe will never comprehend me. There he is making up\na story for himself about a little diplomatic game that\nputs me in the role of laboring against his marriage with\nthe Countess.\nLULU. Does she still look as innocently as ever at the\nworld ?\nALVA. She loves him. I'm convinced of that. Her\nfamily has tried everything to make her turn back. I\ndon't think any sacrifice in the world would be too great\nfor her for his sake.\nLULU. (Holds out her glass to him.) A little more,\nplease.\nALVA. ( Giving it to her.) You're drinking too much.\nLULU. He shall learn to believe in my success! He\ndoesn't believe in any art. He believes only in papers.\nALVA. He believes in nothing.\nLULU. He brought me into the theater in order that\nsomeone might eventually be found rich enough to marry\nme.\nALVA. Well, alright. Why need that trouble us?\nLULU. lamto be glad if I can dance myself into a mil-\nlionaire's heart.\nALVA. God defend that anyone should take you from\nus!\nLULU. You've composed the music for it, though.\nALVA. YOU know that it was always my wish to write\na piece for you.\nLULU. lam not at all made for the stage, however.\nALVA. YOU came into the world a dancer!"}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.64", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1361, "texte": "LULU. Why don't you write your things at least as\ninteresting as life is?\nALVA. Because if we did no man would believe us.\nLULU. If I didn't know more about acting than the\npeople on the stage do, what might not have happened\nto me?\nALVA. I've provided your part with all the impossibili-\nties imaginable, though.\nLULU. With hocus-pocus like that no dog is lured\nfrom the stove in the real world.\nALVA. It's enough for me that the public finds itself\nmost tremendously stirred up.\nLULU. But /'d like to find myself most tremendously\nstirred up. (Drinks.)\nALVA. You don't seem to be in need of much more for\nthat.\nLULU. No one of them realizes anything about the\nothers. Each thinks that he alone is the unhappy victim.\nALVA. But how can you feel that?\nLULU. There runs up one's body such an icy shudder.\nALVA. You are incredible. (An electric bell rings over\nthe door.)\nLULU. My cape. ... I shall keep in the proscenium!\nALVA. (Putting a wide shawl round her shoulders.)\nHere is your cape.\nLULU. He shall have nothing more to fear for his\nshameless boosting.\nALVA. Keep yourself under control!\nLULU. God grant that I dance the last sparks of in-\ntelligence out of their heads. (Exit.)\nALVA. Yes, a more interesting piece could be written\nabout her. (SitSj right, and takes out his note-book.\nWrites. Looks up.) First act: Dr. Goll. Rotten al-"}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.65", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1540, "texte": "ready! I can call up Dr. Goll from purgatory or wher-\never else he's doing penance for his orgies, but I'll be made\nresponsible for his sins. ( much\ndeadened applause and bravos outside.) They rage there\nas in a menagery when the meat appears at the cage.\nSecond act: Walter Schwarz. Still more impossible!\nHow our souls do strip off their last coverings in the\nlight of such lightning-strokes! Third act? Is it really\nto go on this way? ( The attendant opens the door from\noutside and lets Escerny enter. He acts as though he were\nat home, and without greeting Alva takes the chair near\nthe mirror. Alva continues, not heeding him.) It can\nnot go on this way in the third act!\nESCERNY. Up to the middle of the third act it didn't\nseem to go so well to-day as usual.\nALVA. I was not on the stage.\nESCERNY. Now she's in full career again.\nALVA. She's lengthening each number.\nESCERNY. I once had the pleasure of meeting the\nartiste at Schon's.\nALVA. My father has brought her before the public\nby some critiques in his paper.\nESCERNY. ( Bowing slightly.) I was conferring with\nDr. Schon about the publication of my discoveries at Lake\nTanganika.\nALVA. ( Bowing slightly.) His remarks leave no doubt\nthat he takes the liveliest interest in your work.\nESCERNY. It's a very good thing in the artiste that the\npublic does not exist for her at all.\nALVA. As a child she learned the quick changing of\nclothes; but I was surprised to discover such an expressive\ndancer in her.\nESCERNY. When she dances her solo she is intoxicated"}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.66", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1313, "texte": "with her own beauty, with which she herself seems to be\nmortally in love.\nALVA. Here she comes. ( and opens the door.\nEnter Lulu.)\nLULU. ( Without wreath or to Alva.) You're\ncalled for. I was three times before the curtain. {To\nEscerny.) Dr. Schon is not in your box?\nESCERNY. Not in mine.\nALVA. (To Lulu.) Didn't you see him?\nLULU. He is probably away again.\nESCERNY. He has the last parquet-box on the left.\nLULU. It seems he is ashamed of me!\nALVA. There wasn't a good seat left for him.\nLULU. {To Alva.) Ask him, though, if he likes me\nbetter now.\nALVA. I'll send him up.\nESCERNY. He applauded.\nLULU. Did he really?\nALVA. Give yourself some rest. {Exit.)\nLULU. I've got to change again now.\nESCERNY. But your maid isn't here?\nLULU. I can do it quicker alone. Where did you say\nDr. Schon was sitting?\nESCERNY. I saw him in the left parquet-box farthest\nback.\nLULU. I've still five costumes before me now; dancing-\ngirl, ballerina, queen of the night, Ariel, and Lascaris. . . .\n{She goes behind the Spanish screen.)\nESCERNY. Would you think it possible that at our first\nmeeting I expected nothing more than to make the ac-\nquaintance of a young lady of the literary world? . . .\n{He sits at the left of the centre table, and remains there\nto the end of the scene.) Have I perhaps erred in my"}, {"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.67", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1651, "texte": "judgment of your nature, or did I rightly interpret the\nsmile which the thundering storms of applause called forth\non your lips? That you are secretly pained at the neces-\nsity of profaning your art before people of doubtful dis-\ninterestedness? ( Lulu makes no answer.) That you\nwould gladly exchange at any moment the shimmer of\npublicity for a quiet, sunny happiness in distinguished se-\nclusion? ( Lulu makes no answer.) That you feel in\nyourself enough dignity and high rank to fetter a man to\nyour feet—in order to enjoy his utter helplessness? . . .\n(Lulu makes no answer.) That in a comfortable, richly\nfurnished villa you would feel in a more fitting place than\nhere,—with unlimited means, to live completely as your\nown mistress? (Lulu steps forth in a short, bright,\npleated petticoat and white satin bodice, black shoes and\nstockings, and spurs with bells at her heels.)\nLULU. (Busy with the lacing of her bodice.) If\nthere's just one evening I don't go on, I dream the whole\nnight that I'm dancing and feel the next day as if I'd been\nracked.\nESCERNY. But what difference could it make to you\nto see before you instead of this mob one spectator,\nspecially elect?\nLULU. That would make no difference. I don't see\nanybody anyway.\nESCERNY. A lighted summer-house—the splashing of\nthe water near at hand. ... I am forced in my exploring-\ntrips to the practise of a quite inhuman tyranny—\nLULU. {Putting on a pearl necklace before the mir-\nror.) A good school!\nESCERNY. And if I now long to deliver myself unre-\nservedly into the power of a woman, that is a natural\nneed for relaxation. . . . Can you imagine a greater life-"}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.68", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1551, "texte": "happiness for a woman than to have a man entirely in her\npower ?\nLULU. ( Jingling her heels.) Oh yes!\nESCERNY. {Disconcerted.) Among cultured men you\nwill find not one who doesn't lose his head over you.\nLULU. Your wishes, however, no one will fulfill with-\nout deceiving you.\nESCERNY. To be deceived by a girl like you must be\nten times more enrapturing than to be uprightly loved by\nanybody else.\nLULU. You have never in your life been uprightly\nloved by a girl! (Turning her back to him and point-\ning.) Would you undo this knot for me? I've laced my-\nself too tight. lam always so excited getting dressed.\nESCERNY. {After repeated efforts.) I'm sorry; I can't.\nLULU. Then leave it. Perhaps I can. {Goes left.)\nESCERNY. I confess that I am lacking in deftness.\nMaybe I was not docile enough with women.\nLULU. And probably you don't have much oppor-\ntunity to be so in Africa, either?\nESCERNY. {Seriously.) Let me openly admit to you\nthat my loneliness in the world embitters many hours.\nLULU. The knot is almost done. . . .\nESCERNY. What draws me to you is not your dancing.\nIt's your physical and mental refinement, as it is revealed\nin every one of your movements. Anyone who is so much\ninterested in art as I am could not be deceived in that.\nFor ten evenings I've been studying your spiritual life in\nyour dance, until to-day when you entered as the flower-\ngirl I became perfectly clear. Yours is a grand nature—\nunselfish; you can see no one suffer; you embody the joy\nof life. As a wife you will make a man happy above all"}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.69", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1466, "texte": "things. ... You are all open-heartedness. You would\nbe a poor actor. ( The bell rings again.)\nLULU. ( Having somewhat loosened her laces, takes a\ndeep breath and jingles her spurs.) Now I can breathe\nagain. The curtain is going up. ( takes from the\ncentre table a skirt-dance costume—of bright yellow silk,\nwithout a waist, closed at the neck, reaching to the ankles,\nwith wide, loose sleeves—and throws it over her.) I must\ndance.\nESCERNY. ( Rises and kisses her hand.) Allow me to\nremain here a little while longer.\nLULU. Please, stay.\nESCERNY. I need some solitude. ( goes out.)\nWhat is to be aristocratic? To be eccentric, like me?\nOr to be perfect in body and mind, like this girl? (Ap-\nplause and bravos outside.) He who gives me back my\nfaith in men, gives me back my life. Should not the\nchildren of this woman be more princely, body and soul,\nthan the children whose mother has no more vitality in\nher than I have felt in me until to-day? ( right;\necstatically.) The dance has ennobled her body. .. .\n( Alva enters.)\nALVA. One is never sure a moment that some miser-\nable chance may not throw the whole performance out\nfor good. {He throws himself into the big chair, left, so\nthat the two men are in exactly reversed positions from\ntheir former ones. Both converse somewhat boredly and\napathetically.)\nESCERNY. But the public has never yet shown itself\nso grateful.\nALVA. She's finished the skirt-dance.\nESCERNY. I hear her coming. . . ."}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.70", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1276, "texte": "ALVA. She isn't coming. She has no time. She\nchanges her costume in the wings.\nESCERNY. She has two ballet-costumes, if I'm not mis-\ntaken ?\nALVA. I find the white one more becoming to her than\nthe rose.\nESCERNY. Do yOU?\nALVA. Don't you?\nESCERNY. I find she looks too body-less in the white\ntulle.\nALVA. I find she looks too animal in the rose-tulle.\nESCERNY. I don't find that.\nALVA. The white tulle expresses more the child-like\nin her nature.\nESCERNY. The rose tulle expresses more the female in\nher nature. ( The electric bell rings over the door. Alva\njumps up.)\nALVA. For heaven's sake, what is wrong?\nESCERNY. (Getting up too). What's the matter?\n(The electric bell goes on ringing to the close of the\ndialogue.)\nALVA. Something's gone wrong there—\nESCERNY. How can you get so suddenly frightened?\nALVA. That must be a hellish confusion! {He runs\nout. Escerny follows him. The door remains open.\nFaint dance-music heard. Pause. Lulu enters in a long\ncloak, and shuts the door to behind her. She wears a\nrose-colored ballet costume with flower garlands. She\nwalks across the stage and sits down in the big arm-chair\nnear the mirror. After a pause Alva returns.)\nALVA. You had a faint?\nLULU. Please lock the door.\nALVA. At least come down to the stage."}, {"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.71", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1216, "texte": "LULU. Did you see him?\nALVA. See whom ?\nLULU. With his bride?\nALVA. With his— (To Schon, who enters.) You\nmight have spared yourself that jest!\nSCHON. What's the matter with her? (To Lulu.)\nHow can you play the scene straight at me!\nLULU. I feel as if I'd been whipped.\nSCHON. (After bolting the door.) You will dance—\nas sure as I've taken the responsibility for you!\nLULU. Before your bride?\nSCHON. Have you a right to trouble yourself before\nwhom? You've been engaged here. You receive your\nsalary . . .\nLULU. Is that your affair?\nSCHON. You dance for anyone who buys a ticket.\nWhom I sit with in my box has nothing to do with your\nbusiness!\nALVA. I wish you'd stayed sitting in your box! (To\nLulu.) Tell me, please, what lam to do. (A knock at\nthe door.) There is the manager. (Calls.) Yes, in a\nmoment! (To Lulu.) You won't compel us to break\noff the performance?\nSCHON. (To Lulu.) Onto the stage with you!\nLULU. Let me have just a moment! I can't now.\nI'm utterly miserable.\nALVA. The devil take the whole theater crowd!\nLULU. Put in the next number. No one will notice\nif I dance now or in five minutes. There's no strength\nin my feet.\nALVA. But you will dance then?\nLULU. As well as I can."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.72", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1514, "texte": "ALVA. As badly as you like. knock at the door\nagain.) I'm coming.\nLULU. ( When Alva is gone.) You are right to show\nme where my place is. You couldn't do it better than by\nletting me dance the skirt-dance before your fiancee. . . .\nYou do me the greatest service when you point out where\nI belong.\nSCHON. ( Sardonically.) For you with your origin\nit's incomparable luck to still have the chance of entering\nbefore respectable people!\nLULU. Even when my shamelessness makes them not\nknow where to look.\nSCHON. Nonsense!—Shamelessness?—Don't make a\nnecessity of virtue! Your shamelessness is balanced with\ngold for you at every step. One cries \"bravo,\" an-\nother \"fie\"—it's all the same to you! Can you wish for\na more brilliant triumph than when a respectable girl can\nhardly be kept in the box? Has your life any other aim?\nAs long as you still have a spark of self-respect, you are no\nperfect dancer. The more terribly you make people shud-\nder, the higher you stand in your profession!\nLULU. But it is absolutely indifferent to me what they\nthink of me. I don't, in the least, want to be any better\nthan I am. I'm content with myself.\nSCHON. {ln ?noral indignation.) That is your true\nnature. I call that straightforward! A corruption!!\nLULU. I wouldn't have known that I had a spark of\nself-respect—\nSCHON. {Suddenly distrustful.) No harlequinading—\nLULU. O Lord—I know very well what I'd have be-\ncome if you hadn't saved me from it.\nSCHON. Are you then, perhaps, something different to-\nday?"}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.73", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1225, "texte": "LULU. God be thanked, no!\nSCHON. That is right!\nLULU. {Laughs.) And how awfully glad lam about\nit.\nSCHON. {Spits.) Will you dance now?\nLULU. In anything, before anyone!\nSCHON. Then down to the stage!\nLULU. {Begging like a child.) Just a minute more!\nPlease! I can't stand up straight yet. They'll ring.\nSCHON. You have become what you are in spite of\neverything I sacrificed for your education and your wel-\nfare.\nLULU. Had you overrated your ennobling influence?\nSCHON. Spare me your witticisms.\nLULU. The prince was here.\nSCHON. Well?\nLULU. He takes me with him to Africa.\nSCHON. Africa?\nLULU. Why not? Didn't you make me a dancer just\nso that someone might come and take me away with him?\nSCHON. But not to Africa, though!\nLULU. Then why didn't you let me fall quietly in a\nfaint, and silently thank heaven for it?\nSCHON. Because, more's the pity, I had no reason for\nbelieving in your faint!\nLULU. {Making fun of him.) You couldn't bear it\nany longer out there?\nSCHON. Because I had to bring home to you what you\nare and to whom you are not to look up.\nLULU. You were afraid, though, that my legs might\nhave been seriously injured?\nSCHON. I know too well you are indestructible.\nLULU. So you know that?"}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.74", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1546, "texte": "SCHON. ( Bursting out.) Don't look at me so im-\npudently !\nLULU. No one is keeping you here.\nSCHON. I'm going as soon as the bell rings.\nLULU. As soon as you have the energy! Where is\nyour energy? You have been engaged three years. Why\ndon't you marry? You recognize no obstacles. Why do\nyou want to put the blame on me? You ordered me to\nmarry Dr. Goll: I forced Dr. Goll to marry me. You\nordered me to marry the painter: I made the best of a\nbad bargain. Artists are your creatures, princes your\nproteges. Why don't you marry?\nSCHON. {Raging.) Do you imagine you stand in\nthe way?\nLULU. {From here to the end of the act triumphant.)\nIf you knew how happy your rage is making me! How\nproud I am that you should humble me by every means\nin your power! You debase me as deep—as deep as a\nwoman can be debased, for you hope you can then jump\nover me easier. But you have suffered unspeakably your-\nself from everything you just said to me. I see it in you.\nAlready you are near the end of your self-command. Go!\nFor your innocent fiancee's sake, leave me alone! One\nminute more, your mood will change around and you'll\nmake a scene with me of another kind, that you can't\nanswer for now.\nSCHON. I fear you no longer.\nLULU. Me? Fear yourself! I do not need you. I\nbeg you to go! Don't give me the blame. You know\nI don't need to faint to destroy your future. You have\nunlimited confidence in my honorableness. You believe\nnot only that I'm an ensnaring daughter of Eve; you\nbelieve, too, that I'm a very good-natured creature. lam"}, {"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.75", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1447, "texte": "neither the one nor the other. Your misfortune is only\nthat you think I am.\nSCHON. ( Desperate.) Leave my thoughts alone!\nYou have two men under the sod. Take the prince,\ndance him into the earth! lam thru with you. I know\nwhen the angel in you stops off and the devil begins. If\nI take the world as it's made, the Creator must be re-\nsponsible, not I! To me life is not an amusement!\nLULU. And, therefore, you make claims on life greater\nthan anyone can make. Tell me, who of us two is more\nfull of claims and demands, you or I ?\nSCHON. Be silent! I don't know how or what I think.\nWhen I hear you, I don't think any more. In a week\nI'll be married. I conjure you, by the angel that is in\nyou, during that time come no more to my sight!\nLULU. I will lock my doors.\nSCHON. Go on and boast! God knows since I've been\nwrestling with the world and with life I have cursed no\none like you!\nLULU. That comes from my lowly origin.\nSCHON. From your depravity!\nLULU. With a thousand pleasures I take the blame\non myself! You must feel clean now; you must think\nyourself a model of austerity now, a paragon of unflinch-\ning principle! Otherwise you could never marry the child\nin her boundless inexperience—\nSCHON. Do you want me to grab you and—\nLULU. Yes! What must I say to make you? Not\nfor the world would I change with the innocent kid now!\nTho the girl loves you as no woman has ever loved you\nyet!\nSCHON. Silence, beast! Silence!"}, {"page_pdf": 76, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.76", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1346, "texte": "LULU. Marry her—and then she'll dance in her child-\nish wretchedness before m y eyes, instead of I before hers!\nSCHON. (Raising his fists.) God forgive me—\nLULU. Strike me! Where is your riding-whip ? Strike\nme on the legs—\nSCHON. ( Grasping his temples.) Away, away!\n( Rushes to the door, recollects himself, turns around.)\nCan Igo before the girl now, this way? Home!\nLULU. Be a man! Look yourself in the face once:—\nyou have no trace of a conscience; you are frightened\nat no wickedness; in the most cold-blooded way you mean\nto make the girl that loves you unhappy; you conquer\nhalf the world; you do what you please;—and you know\nas well as I that—\nSCHON. ( Sunk in the chair, right centre, utterly ex-\nhausted.) Stop!\nLULU. That you are too weak—to tear yourself away\nfrom me.\nSCHON. {Groaning.) Oh! Oh! You make me\nweep.\nLULU. This moment makes m e I cannot tell you\nhow glad.\nSCHON. My age! My position!\nLULU. He cries like a child—the terrible man of\nmight! Now go so to your bride and tell her what kind\nof a girl I am at heart—not a bit jealous!\nSCHON. (Sobbing.) The child ! The innocent child!\nLULU. How can the incarnate devil get so weak all\nof a sudden! But now go, please. You are nothing more\nnow to me.\nSCHON. I cannot go to her.\nLULU. Out with you. Come back to me when you\nhave regained your strength again."}, {"page_pdf": 77, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.77", "debut_caractere": 19, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1215, "texte": "SCHON. Tell me in God's name what I must do.\nLULU. ( Gets up; her cloak remains on the chair.\nShoving aside the costumes on the centre table.) Here is\nwriting-paper—\nSCHON. I can't write. . . .\nLULU. (Upright behind him, her arm on the back of\nhis chair.) Write! \"My dear young lady. . . .\"\nSCHON. ( Hesitating.)l call her Adelheid .. .\nLULU. {With emphasis.) \"My dear young lady .. .\"\nSCHON. My sentence of death! {He writes.)\nLULU. \"Take back your promise. I cannot reconcile\nit with my conscience—\" {Schon drops the pen and glances\nup at her entreatingly.) Write conscience! —\"to fasten\nyou to my unhappy lot. . . .\"\nSCHON. {Writing.) You are right. You are right.\nLULU. \"I give you my word that I am unworthy of\nyour love—\" {Schon turns round again.) Write love!\n\"These lines are the proof of it. For three years I have\ntried to tear myself loose; I have not the strength. lam\nwriting you by the side of the woman that commands me.\nForget me. Dr. Ludwig Schon.\"\nSCHON. {Groaning.) O God!\nLULU. {Half startled.) No, no O God! {With em-\nphasis.) \"Dr. Ludwig Schon.\" Postscript: \"Do not at-\ntempt to save me.\"\nSCHON. {Having written to the end, quite collapses.)\nNow—comes the—execution.\nCURTAIN"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c012", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c012", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "76", "page_fin": "93", "image_debut": 78, "image_fin": 95, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.12", "titre_corps": "ACT IV", "titre_sommaire": "ACT IV", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 78, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.78", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1470, "texte": "ACT IV\nA splendid hall in German Renaissance style, with a\nthick floor of oak-blocks. The lower half of the walls\nof dark carved wood; the upper half on both sides hung\nwith faded Gobelins. At rear, a curtained gallery from\nwhich a monumental stair-case leads, right, half-way down\nthe stage. At centre, under the gallery, the entrance-door,\nwith twisted posts and pediment. At left, a high and\nspacious fire-place with a Chinese folding screen before it.\nFurther down, left, a French window onto a\nwith heavy curtains, closed. Down right, door hung with\nGenoese velvet. Near it, a broad ottoman, with a chair\non its left. Behind, near the foot of the stairs, Pier-\nrot-picture on a decorative stand and in a gold frame made\nto look antique. In the centre of the hall, a heavy square\ntable, with three high-backed upholstered chairs round it\nand a vase of white flowers on it.\nCountess Geschwitz sits on the ottoman, in a soldier-like,\nfur-trimmed waist, high, upright collar, enormous cuff-\nlinks, a veil over her face and her hands clasped con-\nvulsively in her muff. Schon stands down right. Lulu,\nin a big-flowered morning-dress, her hair in a simple knot\nin a golden circlet, sits in the arm-chair left of the ottoman.\nGESCHWITZ. You can't think how glad I shall be to see\nyou at our artists' ball. (To Lulu.)\nSCHON. Is there no sort of possibility of a person like\nme smuggling in?\nGESCHWITZ. It would be high treason if any of us lent\nherself to such an intrigue."}, {"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.79", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1448, "texte": "SCHON. (Crossing to the centre table, behind the otto-\nman.) The glorious flowers!\nLULU. Fraulein von Geschwitz brought me those.\nGESCHWITZ. Don't mention it. Oh, you'll be in man's\ncostume, won't you?\nLULU. Do you think that becomes me?\nGESCHWITZ. You're a dream here. (Signifying the\npicture.)\nLULU. My husband doesn't like it.\nGESCHWITZ. Is it by a local man?\nLULU. You will hardly have known him.\nGESCHWITZ. No longer living?\nSCHON. ( Down left, with a deep voice.) He had\nenough.\nLULU. You're in bad temper. ( controls him-\nself. )\nGESCHWITZ. (Getting up.) I must go, Mrs. Schon.\nI can't stay any longer. This evening we have life-\nclass, and I have still so much to get ready for the ball.\nGood-bye, Dr. Schon. {Exit, up-stage. Lulu accompanies\nher. Schon looks around him.)\nSCHON. Pure Augean stable. That, the end of my life.\nThey ought to show me a corner that's still clean. The\npest in the house. The poorest day-laborer has his tidy\nnest. Thirty years' work, and this my family circle, the\ncircle of my people— {Glancing round.) God knows\nwho is overhearing me again now! {Draws a revolver\nfrom his breast pocket.) Man is, indeed, uncertain of his\nlife! {The cocked revolver in his right hand, he goes\nleft and speaks at the closed window curtains.) That,\nmy family circle! The fellow still has courage! Shall I\nnot rather shoot myself in the head ? Against deadly\nenemies one fights, but the— {Throws up the curtains,"}, {"page_pdf": 80, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.80", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1392, "texte": "but finds no one hidden behind them.) The dirt—the\ndirt. . . . ( Shakes his head and crosses right.) Insanity\nhas already conquered my reason, or else—exceptions prove\nthe rule! ( Hearing Lulu coming he puts the revolver\nback in his pocket. Lulu comes down right.)\nLULU. Couldn't you get away for this afternoon?\nSCHON. Just what did that Countess want?\nLULU. I don't know. She wants to paint me.\nSCHON. Misfortune in human guise, that waits upon\none.\nLULU. Couldn't you get away, then? I would so\nlike to drive thru the grounds with you.\nSCHON. Just the day when I must be at the exchange.\nYou know that I'm not free to-day. All my property\nis drifting on the waves.\nLULU. I'd sooner be dead and buried than let my life\nbe embittered so by my property.\nSCHON. Who takes life lightly does not take death\nhard.\nLULU. As a child I always had the most horrible fear\nof death.\nSCHON. That is just why I married you.\nLULU. (With her arms round his neck.) You're in\nbad humor. You give yourself too much work. For\nweeks and months I've seen nothing of you.\nSCHON. (Stroking her hair.) Your light-heartedness\nshould cheer up my old days.\nLULU. Indeed, you didn't marry me at all.\nSCHON. Who else did I marry then?\nLULU. I married you!\nSCHON. How does that alter anything?\nLULU. I was always afraid it would alter a great deal.\nSCHON. It has, indeed, crushed a great deal underfoot."}, {"page_pdf": 81, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.81", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1499, "texte": "LULU. But not one thing, praise God!\nSCHON. Of that I should be covetous.\nLULU. Your love for me. {Schon s face twitches, he\nsigns to her to go out in front of him. Both exeunt lower\nright. Countess Geschwitz cautiously opens the rear door,\nventures forth, and listens. Hearing voices approaching in\nthe gallery above her, she starts suddenly.)\nGESCHWITZ. Oh dear, there's somebody— {Hides\nbehind the fire-screen.)\nSCHIGOLCH. {Steps out from the curtains onto the\nstairs, turns back.) Has the youngster left his heart be-\nhind him in the \"Nightlight\" cafe?\nRODRIGO. {Between the curtains.) He is still too\nsmall for the great world, and can't walk so far on foot\nyet. (He disappears.)\nSCHIGOLCH. {Coming down the stairs.) God be\nthanked we're home again at last! What damned skunk\nhas waxed the stairs again? If I have to have my joints\nset in plaster again before being called home, she can\njust present me between the palms here to her relations as\nthe Venus de' Medici. Nothing but steep rocks and\nstumbling blocks!\nRODRIGO. {Comes down the stairs, carrying Hugenberg\nin his arms.) This thing has a royal police-captain for a\nfather and not as much courage in his body as the rag-\ngedest hobo!\nHUGENBERG. If there was nothing more to it than life\nand death, then you'd soon learn to know me!\nRODRIGO. Even with his lover's woe, little brother\ndon't weigh more than sixty kilos. I'll let myself be\nhung on that statement any time.\nSCHIGOLCH. Throw him up to the ceiling and catch"}, {"page_pdf": 82, "page_imprimee": "80", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.82", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1380, "texte": "him by the feet. That'll whip his young blood into the\nproper rhythm right from the start.\nHUGENBERG. ( Kicking his legs.) Hooray, hooray, I\nshall be expelled from school!\nRODRIGO. (Setting him down at the foot of the stairs.)\nYou've never been to any sensible school at all yet.\nSCHIGOLCH. Here many a man has already won his\nspurs. Only, no timidity! First, I'll set before you a\ndrop of what can't be had anywhere for money. (\na cupboard under the stairs.)\nHUGENBERG. Now if she doesn't come dancing in on\nthe instant, I'll wallop you two so you'll still rub your\ntails in the hereafter.\nRODRIGO. ( Seated left of the table.) The strongest\nman in the world little brother will wallop! Let mamma\nput long trowsers on you first. (Hugenberg sits opposite\nhim.)\nHUGENBERG. I'd rather you lent me your mustache.\nRODRIGO. Maybe you want her to throw you out of\nthe door straight off?\nHUGENBERG. If I only knew now what the devil I\nwas going to say to her!\nRODRIGO. That she knows best herself.\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Putting two bottles and three glasses on\nthe table.) I started in on one of them yesterday. (Fills\nthe glasses.)\nRODRIGO. ( Guarding Hugenberg's.) Don't give him\ntoo much, or we'll both have to pay for it.\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Supporting himself with both hands on\nthe table-top.) Will the gentlemen smoke?\nHUGENBERG. {Opening his cigarette case.) Havana-\nimported !"}, {"page_pdf": 83, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.83", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1236, "texte": "RODRIGO. (Helping himself.) From papa police-\ncaptain ?\nSCHIGOLCH. {Sitting.) Everything in the house is\nmine. You only need to ask.\nHUGENBERG. I made a poem to her yesterday.\nRODRIGO. What did you make to her?\nSCHIGOLCH. What did he make to her?\nHUGENBERG. A poem.\nRODRIGO. {To Schigolch.) A poem.\nSCHIGOLCH. He's promised me a dollar if I can spy out\nwhere he can meet her alone.\nHUGENBERG. Just who does live here?\nRODRIGO. Here we live!\nSCHIGOLCH. Jour fix—every stock-market day! Our\nhealth. {They clink.)\nHUGENBERG. Should I read it to her first, maybe?\nSCHIGOLCH. {To Rodrigo.) What's he mean?\nRODRIGO. His poem. He'd like to stretch her out and\ntorture her a little first.\nSCHIGOLCH. {Staring at Hugenberg.) His eyes! His\neyes!\nRODRIGO. His eyes, yes. They've robbed her of sleep\nfor a week.\nSCHIGOLCH. {To Rodrigo.) You can have yourself\npickled.\nRODRIGO. We can both have ourselves pickled! Our\nhealth, gossip Death!\nSCHIGOLCH. {Clinking with him.) Health, jack-in-\nthe-box! If it's still better later on, I'm ready for de-\nparture at any moment; but—but— {Lulu enters right,\nin an elegant Parisian ball-dress, much decollete, with\nflowers in breast and hair.)\nLULU. But children, children, I expect company!"}, {"page_pdf": 84, "page_imprimee": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.84", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1299, "texte": "SCHIGOLCH. But I can tell you what, those things must\n/\ncost something over there! { has risen. Lulu\nsits on the arm of his chair.)\nLULU. You've fallen into pretty company! I expect\nvisitors, children!\nSCHIGOLCH. I guess I've got to stick something in\nthere, too. {He searches among the flowers on the table.)\nLULU. Do I look well ?\nSCHIGOLCH. What are those you've got there?\nLULU. Orchids. {Bending over Hugenberg.) Smell.\nRODRIGO. Do you expect Prince Escerny?\nLULU. {Shaking her head.) God forbid!\nRODRIGO. So somebody else again—!\nLULU. The prince has gone traveling.\nRODRIGO. To put his kingdom up for auction?\nLULU. He's spying out a fresh tribe in the neighbor-\nhood of Africa. {Rises, hurries up the stairs, and steps\ninto the gallery.)\nRODRIGO. {To Schigolch.) He wanted to marry her\noriginally.\nSCHIGOLCH. {Sticking a lily in his button-hole.) I,\ntoo, wanted to marry her originally.\nRODRIGO. You wanted to marry her originally?\nSCHIGOLCH. Didn't you, too, want to marry her\noriginally ?\nRODRIGO. You bet I wanted to marry her originally!\nSCHIGOLCH. Who has not wanted to marry her orig-\ninally !!\nRODRIGO. I would never have got a better!\nSCHIGOLCH. She has let no one regret that he didn't\nmarry her.\nRODRIGO. Then she's not your child?\nSCHIGOLCH. Never occurs to her."}, {"page_pdf": 85, "page_imprimee": "83", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.85", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1287, "texte": "HUGENBERG. What is her father's name then?\nSCHIGOLCH. She has boasted of me!\nHUGENBERG. What is her father's name then?\nSCHIGOLCH. What's he say?\nRODRIGO. What her father's name is.\nSCHIGOLCH. She never had one.\nLULU. ( Comes down from gallery and sits again\non Hugenberg'schair-arm.) What have I never had?\nALL THREE. A father.\nLULU. Yes, sure—I'm a wonder-child. {To Hugen-\nberg.) How are you getting along with your father?\nRODRIGO. He smokes a respectable cigar, anyway, the\npolice-captain.\nSCHIGOLCH. Have you locked up upstairs?\nLULU. There is the key.\nSCHIGOLCH. Better have left it in the lock.\nLULU. Why?\nSCHIGOLCH. So no one can unlock it from outside.\nRODRIGO. Isn't he at the stock-exchange?\nLULU. Oh, yes, but he suffers from persecution-mania.\nRODRIGO. I take him by the feet, and yup!—there he\nstays sticking to the roof.\nLULU. He hunts you into a mouse-hole with the cor-\nner of his eye.\nRODRIGO. What does he hunt? Who does he hunt?\n\\\n{Baring his arm.) Just look at this biceps!\nLULU. Show me. {Goes left.)\nRODRIGO. {Hitting himself on the muscle.) Granite.\nWrought-iron!\nLULU. {Feeling by turns arm and her own.)\nIf you only didn't have such long ears—\nFERDINAND. {Entering, rear-centre.) Doctor Schon!\nRODRIGO. The rogue! {Jumps up, starts behind the"}, {"page_pdf": 86, "page_imprimee": "84", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.86", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1319, "texte": "fire-screen, recoils.) God preserve me! {Hides, lower\nleft, behind the curtains.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Give me the key! (Takes it and drags\nhimself up the stairs.)\nLULU. {Hugenberg having slid under the table.)\nShow him in!\nHUGENBERG. ( Under the front edge of the table-cloth,\nlistening; to himself.) If he doesn't stay—we'll be alone.\nLULU. {Poking him with her toe.) Sh! {Hugenberg\ndisappears. Alva is shown in by Ferdinand.)\nALVA. {ln evening dress.) Methinks the matinee will\ntake place with burning lamps. I've— {Notices Schi-\ngolch painfully climbing the stairs.) What the is\nthat?\nLULU. An old friend of your father's.\nALVA. Wholly unknown to me.\nLULU. They were in the campaign together. He's aw-\nfully badly—\nALVA. Is my father here then?\nLULU. He drank a glass with him. He had to go to\nthe stock market. We'll have lunch before we go, won't\nwe?\nALVA. When does it begin?\nLULU. After two. {Alva still follows Schigolch with\nhis eyes.) How do you like me? {Schigolch disappears\nthru the gallery.)\nALVA. Had I not better be silent to you on that point ?\nLULU. I only mean my appearance.\nALVA. Your dressmaker manifestly knows you better\nthan I may permit myself to know you.\nLULU. When I saw myself in the glass I could have\nwished to be a man—my man!—\nALVA. You seem to envy your man the joy you offer"}, {"page_pdf": 87, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.87", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1509, "texte": "to him. (Lulu is at the right, Alva at the left, of the\ncentre table. He regards her with shy satisfaction. Ferdi-\nnand enters, rear, covers the table and lays tivo plates, etc.,\na bottle of Pommery, and hors A oeuvres.) Have you a\ntoothache?\nLULU. ( Across to Alva.) Don't.\nFERDINAND. Doctor Schon-. . .?\nALVA. He seems so puckered-up and tearful to-day.\nFERDINAND. ( Thru his teeth.) One is only a man\nafter all. (Exit.)\nLULU. (When both are seated.) What I always\nthink most highly of in you is your firmness of character.\nYou're so perfectly sure of yourself. Even when you must\nhave been afraid of quarreling with your father about it,\nyou always stood up for me like a brother just the same.\nALVA. Let's drop that. It's just my fate— (Moves\nto lift up the table-cloth in front.)\nLULU. (Quickly.) That was me.\nALVA. Impossible! It's just my fate, with the most\nfrivolous ideas always to seize on the best.\nLULU. You deceive yourself if you make yourself out\nworse than you are.\nALVA. Why do you flatter me so? It is true that\nperhaps there is no man living, so bad as I—who has\nbrought about so much good.\nLULU. In any case you're the only man in the world\nwho's protected me without lowering me in my own eyes!\nALVA. DO you think that so easy? (Schon appears in\nthe gallery cautiously parting the hangings between the\nmiddle pillars. He starts, and whispers, \"My own son!\")\nWith gifts from God like yours, one turns those around\none to criminals without ever dreaming of it. I, too, am"}, {"page_pdf": 88, "page_imprimee": "86", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.88", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1472, "texte": "only flesh and blood, and if we hadn't grown up with each\nother like brother and sister—\nLULU. That's why, too, I give myself to you alone\nquite without reserve. From you I have nothing to fear.\nALVA. I assure you there are moments when one ex-\npects to see one's whole inner self cave in. The more self-\nrestraint a man loads onto himself, the easier he breaks\ndown. Nothing will save him from that except— (Stops\nto look under the table.)\nLULU. {Quickly.) What are you looking for?\nALVA. I conjure you, let me keep my confession of\nfaith to myself! As an inviolable sanctity you were more\nto me than with all your gifts you could be to anyone else\nin your life!\nLULU. How do you come to think on that so entirely\ndifferently from your father? (\nchanges the plates and serves broiled chicken with salad.)\nALVA. {To him.) Are you sick?\nLULU. {To Alva.) Let him be!\nALVA. He's trembling as if he had fever.\nFERDINAND. lam not yet so used to waiting . . .\nALVA. You must have something prescribed for you.\nFERDINAND. {Thru his teeth.) I'm a coachman\nusually— (Exit.)\nSCHON. {Whispering from the gallery.) So, he too.\n{Seats himself behind the rail, able to cover himself with\nthe hangings.)\nLULU. What sort of moments are those of which you\nspoke, where one expects to see his whole inner self\ntumble in?\nALVA. I didn't want to speak of them. I should\nnot like to lose, in joking over a glass of champagne,\nwhat has been my highest happiness for ten years."}, {"page_pdf": 89, "page_imprimee": "87", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.89", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1322, "texte": "LULU. I have hurt you. I won't begin on that again.\nALVA. Do you promise me that for always?\nLULU. My hand on it. ( her hand across\nthe table. Alva takes it hesitatgrips it in and\npresses it long and ardently to his lips.) What are you\ndoing. ( Rodrigosticks his head out from the curtains,\nleft. Lulu darts an angry look at him across Alva, and\nhe draws back.)\nSCHON. ( Whispering from the gallery.) And there\nis still another!\nALVA. (Holding the hand.) A soul—that in the\nhereafter rubs the sleep out of its eyes. . . . Oh, this\nhand. . . .\nLULU. ( Innocently.) What do you find in it? .. .\nALVA. An arm. . . .\nLULU What do you find in it? . . .\nALVA. A body\nLULU. (Guilelessly.) What do you find in it? .. .\nALVA. (Stirred up.) Mignon!\nLULU. (Wholly ingenuously.) What do you find in\nit?\n1L • • • •\nALVA. (Passionately.) Mignon! Mignon!\nLULU. (Throws herself on the ottoman.) Don't look\nat me so—for God's sake! Let us go before it is too\nlate. You're an infamous wretch!\nALVA. I told you, didn't I, I was the basest villain.\nLULU. I see that!\nALVA. I have no sense of honor, no pride. . . .\nLULU. You think I am your equal!\nALVA. You?—you are as heavenly high above me as—\nas the sun is over the abyss! {Kneeling.) Destroy me!\nI beg you, put an end to me! Put an end to me!\nLULU. Do you love me then?"}, {"page_pdf": 90, "page_imprimee": "88", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.90", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1478, "texte": "ALVA. I will pay you with everything that was mine!\nLULU. Do you love me?\nALVA. Do you love me—Mignon?\nLULU. I? Not a soul.\nALVA. I love you. ( Hides face in her lap.)\nLULU. ( Both hands in his hair.) I poisoned your\nmother— ( Rodrigosticks his head out from the cur-\ntains, left, sees Schon sitting in the gallery and signs to\nhim to watch Lulu and Alva. Schon points his revolver\nat Rodrigo; Rodrigo signs to him to point it at Alva.\nSchon cocks the revolver and takes aim. Rodrigo draws\nback behind the curtains. Lulu sees him draw back, sees\nSchon sitting in the gallery, and gets up.) His father!\n( Schon rises, lets the hangings fall before him. Alva re-\nmains motionless on his knees. Pause.)\nSCHON. ( Holding a paper in his hand, takes Alva by\nthe shoulder.) Alva! ( Alva gets up as though drunk\nwith sleep.) A revolution has broken out in Paris.\nALVA. To Paris ... let me go to Paris—\nSCHON. In the editors' room they're beating their heads\nagainst the wall. No one knows what he ought to write.\n( He unfolds the paper and accompanies Alva out, rear.\nRodrigo rushes out from the curtains toward the stairs.)\nLULU. ( Barring his way.) You can't get out here.\nRODRIGO. Let me through!\nLULU. You'll run into his arms.\nRODRIGO. He'll shoot me thru the head!\nLULU. He's coming.\nRODRIGO. (Stumbling back.) Devil, death and de-\nmons! ( Lifts the table-cloth.)\nHUGENBERG. No room!\nRODRIGO. Damned and done for! (Looks around and\nhides in the door-way, right.)"}, {"page_pdf": 91, "page_imprimee": "89", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.91", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1456, "texte": "SCHON. (Comes in, centre; locks the door; and goes,\nrevolver in hand, to the window down left, of which he\nthrows up the curtains.) Where is he gone?\nLULU. {On the lowest step.) Out.\nSCHON. Down over the balcony?\nLULU. He's an acrobat.\n✓ \\\nSCHON. That could not be foreseen. {Turning\nagainst Lulu.) You who drag me thru the muck of the\nstreets to a tortured death!\nLULU. Why did you not bring me up better?\nSCHON. You destroying angel! You inexorable fate!\nTo be a murderer without drowning in filth; to take me\non board like a released convict, or hang me up over the\nmorass! You joy of my old age! You hangman's noose!\nLULU. {ln cold blood.) Oh, shut up, and kill me!\nSCHON. Everything I possess I have made over to you,\nand asked nothing but the respect that every servant pays\nto my house. Your credit is exhausted!\nLULU I can answer for my reckoning still for years.\n{Coming forward from the stairs.) How do you like my\nnew gown?\nSCHON. Away with you, or my brains will give way\nto-morrow and my son swim in his own blood! You\ninfect me like an incurable pest in which I shall groan away\nthe rest of my life. I will cure myself! Do you\nunderstand? {Pressing the revolver on her.) This is\nyour physic. Don't break down; don't kneel! You your-\nself shall apply it. You or I—which is the weaker?\n{Lulu, her strength threatening to desert her, has sunk\ndown on the couch. Turning the revolver this way and\nthat.)\nLULU. It doesn't go off."}, {"page_pdf": 92, "page_imprimee": "90", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.92", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1476, "texte": "SCHON. Do you still remember how I tore you out of\nthe clutches of the police?\nLULU. You have much confidence—\nSCHON. Because I'm not afraid of a street-girl? Shall\nI guide your hand for you? Have you no mercy towards\nyourself? ( Lulu points the revolver at him.) No false\nalarms! ( Lulu fires a shot into the ceiling. Rodrigo\nsprings out of the pcrrtieres, up the stairs and away thru\nthe gallery.) What was that?\nLULU. ( Innocently.) Nothing.\nSCHON. ( Lifting the portieres.) What flew out of\nhere?\nLULU. You're suffering from persecution-mania.\nSCHON. Have you got still more men hidden here?\n( Tearing the revolver from her.) Is yet another man\ncalling on you? (Going left.) I'll regale your men!\n( Throws up the window curtains, flings the fire-screen\nback, grabs Countess Geschwitz by the collar and drags\nher forward.) Did you come down the chimney?\nGESCHWITZ. {ln deadly terror, to Lulu.) Save me\nfrom him!\nSCHON. {Shaking her.) Or are you, too, an acrobat?\nGFSCHWITZ. {Whimpering.) You hurt me.\nSCHON. {Shaking her.) Now you will have to\nstay to dinner. {Drags her right, shoves her into the next\nroom and locks the door after her.) We want no town-\ncriers. {Sits next Lulu and makes her take the revolver\nagain.) There's still enough for you in it. Look at me!\nI cannot assist the coachman in my house to decorate\nmy forehead for me. Look at me! I pay my coachman.\nLook at me! Am I doing the coachman a favor when\n%\nI can't stand the stable-stench?"}, {"page_pdf": 93, "page_imprimee": "91", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.93", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1661, "texte": "LULU. Have the carriage got ready! Please! We're\ngoing to the opera.\nSCHON. We're going to the devil! Now lam coach-\nman. ( Turning the revolver in her hand from himself\nto Lulus breast.) Think you we let ourselves be mis-\ntreated as you mistreat me, and hesitate between a galley-\nslave's shame at the end of life and the merit of freeing\nthe world of you? (Holds her down by the arm.)\nCome, get through. It will be the gladdest remembrance\nof my life. Pull the trigger!\nLULU. You can get a divorce.\nSCHON. Only that was left! In order that to-morrow\nthe next man may find his pastime where I have shud-\ndered from cleft to chasm, suicide upon me and thou\nbefore me! You dare suggest that? That part of my\nlife I have poured into you I am to see thrown before\nwild beasts? Do you see your bed with the sacrifice—the\nvictim—on it? The boy is homesick for you. Did you\nlet yourself be divorced? You trod him under your feet,\nknocked out his brains, caught up his blood in gold-pieces.\nI let myself be divorced ? Can one be divorced when two\npeople have grown into each other and half the man must\ngo, too? (Reaching for the revolver.) Give it here!\nLULU. Don't!\nSCHON. I'll spare you the trouble.\nLULU. ( Tears herself loose, holding the revolver\ndown; in a determined, self-possessed tone.) If men have\nkilled themselves for my sake, that doesn't lower my value.\nYou know as well why you made me your wife as I knew\nwhy I took you for husband. You had deceived your best\nfriends with me; you could not well go on deceiving your-\nself with me. If you bring me the close of your life as a\nsacrifice, still you have had my whole youth for it. You"}, {"page_pdf": 94, "page_imprimee": "92", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.94", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1509, "texte": "understand ten times better than I do which is the more\nvaluable. I have never in the world wished to seem to be\nanything different from what I am taken for, and I have\nnever in the world been taken for anything different from\nwhat I am. You want to force me to fire a bullet into\nmy heart. I'm not sixteen any more, but to fire a bullet\nin my heart I am still much too young!\nSCHON. ( Pursuing her.) Down, murderess! Down\nwith you! To your knees, murderess! ( her\nto the foot of the stairs.) Down, and never dare to stand\nagain! ( Raising his hand. Lulu has sunk to her knees.)\nPray to God, murderess, that he give you strength. Sue\nto heaven that strength for it may be lent you! (\nberg jumps up from under the knocking a chaii\nasidej and screams \"Help!\" Schon whirls toward him,\nturning his back to Lulu who instantly fires five shots into\nhim and continues to pull the trigger. Schon, tottering\nover, is caught by Hugenberg and let down in the chair.)\nSCHON. And—there—lS—one—more—\nLULU. ( Rushing to Schon.) All merciful—!\nSCHON. Out of my sight! Alva!\nLULU. {Kneeling.) The one man I loved!\nSCHON. Harlot! Murderess! Alva! Alva! Water!\nLULU. Water; he's thirsty. {Fills a glass with cham-\npagne and sets it to Schon s lips. Alva comes thru the\ngallery, down the stairs.)\nALVA. Father! O God, my father!\nLULU. I shot him.\nHUGENBERG. She is innocent!\nSCHON. {To Alva.) You! It miscarried.\nALVA. {Tries to lift him.) You must go to bed;\ncome.\nSCHON. Don't take me so! I'm drying up. {Lulu"}, {"page_pdf": 95, "page_imprimee": "93", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.95", "debut_caractere": 18, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1379, "texte": "comes with the champagne-cup; to her.) You are still like\nyourself. ( After drinking.) Don't let her escape. {To\nAlva.) You are the next.\nALVA. {To Hugenberg.) Help me carry him to bed.\nSCHON. No, no, please, no. Wine, murderess—\nALVA. {To Hugenberg.) Take him up that side.\n{Pointing right.) Into the bed-room. {They lift Schon\nupright and lead him right. Lulu stays near the table,\nthe glass in her hand.)\nSCHON. {Groaning.) O God! O God! O God!\n{Alva finds the door locked, turns the key and opens it.\nCountess Geschwitz steps out. Schon at the sight of her\nstraighten up, stiffly.) The Devil. {He falls backward\nonto the carpet. Lulu throws herself down, takes his head\nin her lap, and kisses him.)\nLULU. He has got over it. (Gets up and starts toward\nthe stairs.)\nALVA. Don't stir!\nGESCHWITZ. I thought it was you.\nLULU. {Throwing herself before Alva.) You can't\ngive me up to the law! It is m y head that is struck off.\nI shot him because he was about to shoot me. I have\nloved nobody in the world but him! Alva, demand what\nyou will, only don't let me fall into the hands of justice.\nTake pity on me. lam still young. I will be true to you\nas long as I live. I will belong only to you. Look at me,\nAlva. Man, look at me! Look at me!! {Knocking on\nthe door outside.)\nALVA. The police. {Goes to open it.)\nHUGENBERG. I shall be expelled from school.\nCURTAIN"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-10-01-c013", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01#c013", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-10_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "99", "page_fin": "99", "image_debut": 101, "image_fin": 101, "pages_selon": "pagination imprimée relevée dans le METS Blue Mountain (ORDERLABEL) ; [n] = page sans folio restituée", "url_article": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.2.13", "titre_corps": "The November issue of THE GLEBE", "titre_sommaire": "The November issue of THE GLEBE", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 101, "page_imprimee": "99", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.101", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 619, "texte": "The November issue of THE GLEBE\nwill present\nPANDORA'S BOX\nBy Frank Wedekind\nThe Sequel to Erdgeist\nContents of Volume I:\nSongs, Sighs and Curses. 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Clay\"\nand\nExtraordinary Yrerse\nby »\nMina Loy, Donald Evans and Walter\nConrad Arensberg"}]}], "pages_ocr_originales": [{"page_pdf": 1, "page_imprimee": "couv. 1", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.1", "texte": "THE GLEBE\nERDGEIST\nFrank wedekind\n\n7PMI\n«\nVOLUME 2\nNUMBER 3\nOCTOBER\nI 9 I 4\nSUBSCRIPTION\nThree Dollars Yearly\nTHIS ISSUE 5© CENTS"}, {"page_pdf": 2, "page_imprimee": "couv. 2", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.2", "texte": "THE only editorial policy of THE GLEBE is\nthat embodied in its declaration of absolute\nfreedom of expression, which makes for a range\nbroad enough to include every temperament from\nthe most radical to the most conservative, the only\nrequisite being that the work should have unmistakable\nmerit. Each issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient bulk to\nmake it possible for the reader to obtain a much\nmore comprehensive grasp of his personality than\nis afforded him in the restricted spaces allotted by\nthe other magazines. Published monthly, THE\nGLEBE will issue twelve books per year, chosen\non their merits alone, since the subscription list\ndoes away with the need of catering to the popular\ndemand that confronts every publisher. Thus,\nTHE GLEBE can promise the best work of American\nand foreign authors, known and unknown.\nThe price of each issue of THE GLEBE will be\nfifty cents and the yearly subscription three dollars.\n\nEditor\nALFRED KREYMBORG\nPublished by\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI\n137 MACDOUGAL STREET\nNew York City"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.3", "texte": "ERDGEIST"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.4", "texte": "LULU\nBY FRANK WEDEKIND\nERDGEIST (EARTH-SPIRIT) $l.OO\nPANDORA'S BOX (IN PREPARATION)"}, {"page_pdf": 5, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.5", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n(Earth-Spirit)\nA Tragedy in Four Acts\nBY\nFRANK WEDEKIND\nTranslated by Samuel A. Eliot, Jr.\n\nnΣ\nΣBΣ\nNEW YORK\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI\n1914"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "[4]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.6", "texte": "COPYRIGHT, 1914\nBY\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "[5]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.7", "texte": "\"I was created out of ranker stuff\nBy Nature, and to the earth by Lust am drawn.\nUnto the spirit of evil, not of good,\nThe earth belongs. What deities send to us\nFrom heaven are only universal goods;\nTheir light gives gladness, but makes no man rich;\nAnd in their state possession not obtains.\nTherefore, the stone of price, all-treasured gold,\nMust from the powers of falsehood be enticed,\nThe evil race that dwells beneath the day.\nNot without sacrifice their favor is gained,\nAnd no man liveth who from serving them\nHath extricated undefiled his soul.\""}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "6", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.8", "texte": "CHARACTERS\nDR. SCHON, newspaper owner and editor.\nALVA, his son, a writer.\nDR. GOLL, M.D.\nSCHWARZ, an artist.\nPRINCE ESCERNY, an African explorer.\nESCHERICH, a reporter.\nSCHIGOLCH, a beggar.\nRODRIGO, an acrobat.\nHUGENBERG, a schoolboy ( a girl.)\nFERDINAND, a coachman.\nLULU.\nCOUNTESS GESCHWITZ.\nHENRIETTE, a servant."}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.9", "texte": "PROLOGUE\n{At rise, is seen the entrance to a tent, out of which\nsteps an animal-tamer, with long, black curls, dressed\nin a white cravat, a vermilion dress-coat, white trowsers\nand white top-boots. He carries in his hand a dog-\nwhip and in his right a loaded revolver, and enters to the\nsound of cymbals and kettle-drums.)\nWalk in! Walk in to the menagery,\nProud gentlemen and ladies lively and merry!\nWith avid lust or cold disgust, the very\nBeast without Soul bound and made secondary\nTo human genius, to stay and see!\nWalk in, the show'll begin!—As customary,\nOne child to each two persons comes in free.\nHere battle man and brute in narrow cages\nWhere one in haught disdain his long whip lashes\nAnd one, with growls as when the thunder rages,\nAgainst the man's throat murderously dashes,—\nWhere now the crafty conquers, now the strong,\nNow man, now beast, lies cowed the floor along;\nThe animal rears,—the human on all fours!\nOne ice-cold look of dominance—\nThe beast submissive bows before that glance,\nAnd the proud heel upon his neck adores.\nBad are the times! Ladies and gentlemen\nWho once before my cage in thronging crescents\nCrowded, now honor operas, and then\nIbsen, with their so highly valued presence."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.10", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[PROLOGUE\n\nMy boarders here are so in want of fodder\nThat they reciprocally devour each other.\nHow well off at the theater is a player,\nSure of the meat upon his ribs, albeit\nHis frightful hunger may tear him and he it\nAnd colleagues' inner cupboards be quite bare!—\nGreatness in art we struggle to inherit,\nAlthough the salary never match the merit.\nWhat see you, whether in light or sombre plays?\nHouse-animals, whose morals all must praise,\nWho wreak pale spites in vegetarian ways,\nAnd revel in an easy cry or fret,\nJust like those others—down in the parquet.\nThis hero has a head by one dram swirled;\nThat is in doubt whether his love be right;\nA third you hear despairing of the world,—\nFull five acts long you hear him wail his plight,\nAnd no man ends him with a merciful sleight!\nBut the real beast, the beautiful, wild beast,\nYour eyes on that, /, ladies, only feast!\nYou see the Tiger, that habitually\nDevours whatever falls before his bound;\nThe Bear, so ravenous originally,\nWho at a late night-meal sinks dead to ground;\nYou see the Monkey, little and amusing,\nFrom sheer ennui his petty powers abusing,—\nHe has some talent, of all greatness scant,\nSo, impudently, coquettes with his own want!\nUpon my soul, within my tent's a mammal,\nSee, right behind the curtain, here,—a Camel!\nAnd all my creatures fawn about my feet"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.11", "texte": "PROLOGUE]\nERDGEIST\n\nWhen my revolver cracks—\n(He shoots into the .)\nBehold!\nBrutes tremble all around me. I am cold:\nThe man stays cold,—you, with respect, to greet.\nWalk in!— You hardly trust yourselves in here?—\nThen very well, judge for yourselves! Each sphere\nHas sent its crawling creatures to your telling:\nChameleons and serpents, crocodiles,\nDragons, and salamanders chasm-dwelling,—\nI know, of course, you're full of quiet smiles\nAnd don't believe a syllable I say.—\n(He lifts the entrance-flap and calls into the tent.)\nHi, Charlie!—bring our Serpent just this way!\n•\n(A stage-hand with a big paunch carries out the actress\nof L u I u in her Pierrot costume, and sets her down before\nthe animal-tamer.)\nShe was created to incite to sin,\nTo lure, seduce, poison—yea, murder, in\nA manner no man knows.—My pretty beast,\n(Tickling Lulus chin.)\nOnly be unaffected, and not pieced\nOut with distorted, artificial folly,\nEven if the critics praise thee for 't less wholly.\nThou hast no right to spoil the shape most fitting,\nMost true, of woman, with meows and spitting!\nAnd mind, all foolery and making faces\nThe childish simpleness of Vice disgraces.\nThou shouldst—to-day I speak emphatically—\nSpeak naturally and not unnaturally,"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.12", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[PROLOGUE\n\nFor the first principle in every art,\nSince earliest times, was True and Plain, not Smart!\n{To the public.)\nThere's nothing special now to see in her,\nBut wait and watch what later will occur!\nHer strength about the Tiger she coils stricter:\nHe roars and groans!— Who'll be the final victor?—\nHop, Charlie, march! Carry her to her place,\n(The stage-hand carries Lulu in his arms; the animal-\ntamer pats her on the hips.)\nSweet innocence—my dearest treasure-case!\n{The stage-hand carries Lulu back into the tent.)\nAnd now I'll tell the best thing in the day:\nMy poll between the teeth of a beast of prey!\nWalk in! Tho to be sure the show's not new,\nYet everyone takes pleasure in its view!\nWrench open this wild animal's jaws I dare,\nAnd he to bite dares not! My pate's so fair,\nSo wild, so gaily decked, it wins respect!\nI offer it him with confidence unchecked.\nOne joke, and my two temples crack!—but, 10,\nThe lightning of my eyes I will forego,\nStaking my life against a joke! and throw\nMy whip, my weapons, down. I am in my skin!\nI yield me to this beast!— His name do ye know?\n—The honored public! that has just walked in!\n{The animal-tamer steps back into the tent, accompanied\nby cymbals and kettledrums.)"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.13", "texte": "ACT I\nA roomy studio. Entrance door at the rear,\nAnother door at lower left to the bed-room. At centre,\na platforjn for the model, w a Spanish screen behind\nit and a Smyrna rug in front. Two easels at lower\nright. On the upper one is the picture of a young girl's\nhead and shoulders. Against the other leans a reversed\ncanvas. Below these, toward centre, an ottoman, with a\ntiger-skin on it. Two chairs along the left wall. In the\nback-ground, right, a step-ladder.\nSchonsits on the foot of the ottoman, inspecting crit-\nically the picture on the further easel. stands\nbehind the ottoman, his palette and brushes in his hands.\nSCHON. Do you know, I'm getting acquainted with a\nbrand new side of the lady.\nSCHWARZ. I have never painted anyone whose expres-\nsion changed so continuously. I could hardly keep a\nsingle feature the same two days running.\nSCHON. ( Pointing to the picture and observing him.)\nDo you find that in it?\nSCHWARZ. I have done everything imaginable to call\nforth some sort of quiet in her mood by my conversation\nduring the sittings.\nSCHON. Then I understand the difference. (\ndips his brush in the oil and draws it over the features\nof the face.) Do you think that makes it look more like\nher?\nSCHWARZ. We can only work with art as scientifically\nas possible.\nSCHON. Tell me—"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.14", "texte": "[ACT I\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHWARZ. (Stepping back.) The color had sunk in\npretty well, too.\nSCHON. ( Looking at him.) Have you ever loved a\nwoman in your life?\nSCHWARZ. ( Goes to the easel, puts a color on it, and\nsteps back on the other side.) The dress isn't made to\nstand out enough yet. We don't see the living body under\nit.\nSCHON. I make no doubt that the workmanship is\ngood.\nSCHWARZ. If you'll step this way. . . .\nSCHON. (Rising.) You must have told her regular\nghost-stories.\nSCHWARZ. As far back as you can.\nSCHON. (Stepping back, knocks down the canvas that\nwas leaning against the lower easel.) Excuse me—\nSCHWARZ. (Picking it up.) That's all right.\nSCHON. (Surprised.) What is that?\nSCHWARZ. Do you know her?\nSCHON. No. (Schwarz sets the picture on the easel.\nIt is of a lady dressed as Pierrot with a long shepherd's\ncrook in her hand.)\nSCHWARZ. A costume-picture.\nSCHON. But, really, you've succeeded with her.\nSCHWARZ. You know her?\nSCHON. No. And in that costume—?\nSCHWARZ. It isn't nearly finished yet. (Schon nods.)\nWhat would you have? While she is posing for me I\nhave the pleasure of entertaining her husband.\nSCHON. What?\nSCHWARZ. We talk about art, of course,—to complete\nmy good fortune!"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.15", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. But how did you make such a charming ac-\nquaintance ?\nSCHWARZ. As they're generally made. An ancient,\ntottering little man drops in on me here to know if I\ncan paint his wife. Why, of course, were she as wrinkled\nas Mother Earth! Next day at ten prompt the doors fly\nopen, and the fat-belly drives this little beauty in before\nhim. I can feel even now how my knees shook. Then\ncomes a sap-green lackey, stiff as a ramrod, with a pack-\nage under his arm. Where is the dressing-room? Im-\nagine my plight. I open the door there (pointing left).\nJust luck that everything was in order. The sweet thing\nvanishes into it, and the old fellow posts himself outside\nas a bastion. Two minutes later out she steps in this\nPierrot. (Shaking his head.) I never saw anything like\nit. {He goes left and stares in at the bedroom.)\nSCHON. {Who has followed him with his eyes.)\nAnd the fat-belly stands guard?\nSCHWARZ. {Turning round.) The whole body in\nharmony with that impossible costume as if it had come\ninto the world in it! Her way of burying her elbows\nin her pockets, of lifting her little feet from the rug,—\nthe blood often shoots to my head. . . .\nSCHON. One can see that in the picture.\nSCHWARZ. {Shaking his head.) People like us, you\nknow—\nSCHON. Here the model is mistress of the conversation.\nSCHWARZ. She has never yet opened her mouth.\nSCHON. Is it possible?\nSCHWARZ. Allow me to show the costume to you.\n{Goes out left.)\nSCHON. {Before the Pierrot.) A devilish beauty.\n{Before the other picture.) There's more depth here."}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.16", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\n( Coming down stage.) He is still rather young for his\nage. (Schwarz comes back with a white satin costume.)\nSCHWARZ. What sort of material is that?\nSCHON. ( Feeling it.) Satin.\nSCHWARZ. And all in one piece.\nSCHON. How does one get into it then?\nSCHWARZ. That I can't tell you.\nSCHON. ( Taking the costume by the legs.) What\nenormous trowser-legs!\nSCHWARZ. The left one she pulls up.\nSCHON. ( Looking at the picture.) Above the knee!\nSCHWARZ. She does that entrancingly!\nSCHON. And transparent stockings?\nSCHWARZ. Those have got to be painted, specially.\nSCHON. Oh, you can do that.\nSCHWARZ. And with it all a coquetry!\nSCHON. What brought you to that horrible suspicion?\nSCHWARZ. There are things that our school-philos-\nophy lets itself never dream of. {He takes the costume\nback into his bedroom.)\nSCHON. {Alone.) When we sleep. .. .\nSCHWARZ. {Comes back; looks at his watch.) If\nyou wish to make her acquaintance too—\nSCHON. No.\nSCHWARZ. They must be here in a moment.\nSCHON. How much longer will the lady have to sit?\nSCHWARZ. I shall probably have to bear the pains of\nTantalus three months longer.\nSCHON. I mean the other one.\nSCHWARZ. I beg your pardon. Three times more at\nmost. {Going to the door with him.) If the lady will\njust leave me the upper part of the dress then. . . .\nSCHON. With pleasure. Let us see you at my house"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.17", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nagain soon. For Heaven's sake! (As he collides in the\ndoor-way with Dr. Goll and Lulu.)\nSCHWARZ. May I introduce . . .\nDR. GOLL. (To Schon.) What are you doing here?\nLULU. (As Schon kisses her hand in greeting.)\nYou're not going already?\nDR. GOLL. But what wind blows you here ?\nSCHON. I've been looking at the picture of my bride.\nLULU. (Coming forward.) Your bride is here?\nDR. GOLL. So you're having work done here, too?\nLULU. (Before the upper picture.) Look at it! En-\nchanting ! Entrancing!\nDR. GOLL. (Looking round him.) Have you got\nher hidden somewhere round here?\nLULU. So that is the sweet young prodigy who's made\na new person out of you. . . .\nSCHON. She sits in the afternoon mostly.\nDR. GOLL. And you don't tell anyone about it?\nLULU. (Turning round.) Is she really so solemn?\nSCHON. Probably the after-effects of the seminary still,\ndear lady.\nDR. GOLL. (Before the picture.) One can see that you\nhave been transformed profoundly.\nLULU. But now you mustn't let her wait any longer.\nSCHON. In a fortnight I think the engagement will\ncome out.\nDR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) Let's lose no time. Hop!\nLULU. (To Schon.) Just think, we came at a trot\nover the new bridge. I was driving, myself.\nDR. GOLL. (As Schon prepares to leave.) No, no.\nWe two will talk some more later. Get along, Nellie.\nHop!\nLULU. Now you're going to talk about me!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.18", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nDR. GOLL. Our Apelles is already wiping his brushes.\nLULU. I had imagined it would be much more amus-\ning.\nSCHON. But you have always the satisfaction of pre-\nparing for us the greatest and rarest pleasure.\nLULU. {Going left.) Oh, just wait!\nSCHWARZ. {Before the bedroom door.) If madame\nwill be so kind. .. . {Shuts the door after her and\nstands in front of it.)\nDR. GOLL. I christened her Nellie, you know, in our\nmarriage-contract.\nSCHON. Did you?— Yes.\nDR. GOLL. What do you think of it?\nSCHON. Why not call her rather Mignon?\nDR. GOLL. That would have been good, too. I didn't\nthink of that.\nSCHON. Do you consider the name so important?\nDR. GOLL. Hm. ... You know, I have no children.\nSCHON. But you've only been married a couple of\nmonths.\nDR. GOLL. Thanks, I don't want any.\nSCHON. {Having taken out his cigarette-case.) Have\na cigarette?\nDR. GOLL. {Helps himself.) I've plenty to do with\nthis one. {To Schwarz.) Say, what's your little dan-\nseuse doing now?\nSCHON. {Turning round on You and a\ndanseuse ?\nSCHWARZ. The lady was sitting for me at that time\nonly as a favor. I made her acquaintance on a flying\ntrip of the Cecilia Society.\nDR. GOLL. {To Schon.) Hm. ... I think we're\ngetting a change of weather."}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.19", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. The toilet isn't going so quickly, is it?\nDR. GOLL. It's going like lightning! Woman has got\nto be a virtuoso in her job. So must we all, each in\nhis job, if life isn't to turn to beggary. (Calls.) Hop,\nNellie!\nLULU. (Inside.) Just a second!\nDR. GOLL. (To Schon.) I can't get onto these block-\nheads. (Referring to Schwarz.)\nSCHON. I can't help envying them. These block-\nheads know nothing holier than an altar-cloth, and feel\nricher than you and me with 30,000-mark incomes. Be-\nsides, you can't be judge of a man who from childhood\nhas lived from palette to mouth. Try to get at his\nfinances: it's an arithmetic example! I haven't the moral\ncourage, and one can easily burn one's fingers at it, too.\nLULU. (As Pierrot,steps out of the bed-room.)\nHere I am!\nSCHON. (Turns; after a pause.) Superb!\nLULU. (Nearer.) Well?\nSCHON. You put shame on the boldest fancy.\nLULU. How do you like me?\nSCHON. A picture before which art must despair.\nDR. GOLL. Don't you think so, too?\nSCHON. (To Lulu.) Have you any notion what you\ndo?\nLULU. I'm perfectly possessed of myself!\nSCHON. Then you might be a little more discreet.\nLULU. But I'm only doing what's my duty.\nSCHON. You are powdered?\nLULU. What do you take me for!\nDR. GOLL. I've never seen such a white skin as she's\ngot. I've told our Raphael here, too, to do just as little"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.20", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nwith the flesh tints as possible. For once, I can't get\nenthusiastic about the modern art-nonsense.\nSCHWARZ. (By the easels, preparing his paints.) At\nany rate, it's thanks to impressionism that present-day art\ncan stand up beside the old masters without blushing.\nDR. GOLL. Oh, it can do quite well for a bit of butcher's\nwork.\nSCHON. For Heaven's sake don't get excited! (\nfalls on Goll's neck and kisses him.)\nDR. GOLL. They can see your undershirt. You must\npull it lower.\nLULU. I would soonest have left it off. It only both-\ners me.\nDR. GOLL. He should be able to paint it out.\nLULU. (Taking the shepherd's crook that leans\nagainst the Spanish screen, and mounting the platform,\nto Schon.) What would you say now, if you had to\nstand at attention for two hours?\nSCHON. I'd sell my soul to the devil for the chance\nto exchange with you.\nDR. GOLL. (Sitting, left.) Come over here. Here is\nmy post of observation.\nLULU. (Plucking her left trowser-leg up to the knee,\nto Schwarz.) So?\nSCHWARZ. Yes. . . .\nLULU. (Plucking it a thought higher.) So?\nSCHWARZ. Yes, yes. . . .\nDR. GOLL. (To Schon who has seated himself on the\nchair next him, with a gesture.) From this place I find\nher still more attractive.\nLULU. (Without stirring.) I beg pardon! I am\nequally attractive on all sides."}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.21", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHWARZ. (To Lulu.) The right knee further for-\nward, please.\nSCHON. (With a gesture.) The body does show finer\nlines perhaps.\nSCHWARZ. The light to-day can be borne at least half\nway.\nDR. GOLL. Oh, you must throw on lots of it! Hold\nyour brush a bit longer.\nSCHWARZ. Certainly, Dr. Goll.\nDR. GOLL. Treat her as a piece of still-life.\nSCHWARZ. Certainly, Doctor. (To Lulu.) You\nused to hold your head a wee mite higher, Mrs. Goll.\nLULU. (Raising her head.) Paint my lips a little\nopen.\nSCHON. Paint snow on ice. If you get warm doing\nthat, then instantly your art gets inartistic!\nSCHWARZ. Certainly, Doctor.\nDR. GOLL. Art, you know, must so reproduce nature\nthat one can find at least some spiritual enjoyment\nin it!\nLULU. (Opening her mouth a little, to Schwarz.)\nSo—look. I'll hold it half opened, so.\nSCHWARZ. As soon as the sun comes, the wall opposite\nthrows warm reflections in here.\nDR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) You must keep your position\njust as if our Velasquez here didn't exist at all.\nLULU. Well, a painter isn'T a man at all, anyway.\nSCHON. I don't think you ought to judge the whole\nprofession by just one famous exception.\nSCHWARZ. (Stepping back from the easel.) I should\nhave liked to have had to hire a different studio last\nfall.\nSCHON. (To Goll.) What I wanted to ask you—"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.22", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nhave you seen the little Murphy girl yet as a Peruvian\npearl-fisher ?\nDR. GOLL. I see her to-morrow for the fourth time.\nPrince Polossov took me. His hair has already got dark\nyellow again with delight.\nSCHON. So you find her quite fabulous too.\nDR. GOLL. Who ever wants to judge of that before-\nhand?\nLULU. I think someone knocked.\nSCHWARZ. Pardon me a moment. ( opens\nthe door.)\nDR. GOLL. (To Lulu.) You can safely smile at him\nwith less bashfulness!\nSCHON. He makes nothing of it.\nDR. GOLL. And if he did!— What are we two sitting\nhere for?\nALVA SCHON. (Entering, still behind the Spanish\nscreen.) May one come in?\nSCHON. My son!\nLULU. Oh! It's Mr. Alva!\nDR. GOLL. Don't mind. Just come along in.\nALVA. ( Stepping forward, shakes hands with Schon\nand Goll.) Glad to see you. (Turning toward Lulu.)\nDo I see a-right? Oh, if only I could engage you for\nmy title part!\nLULU. I don't think I could dance nearly well enough\nfor your show!\nALVA. But you do have a dancing-master such as cannot\nbe found on any stage in Europe.\nSCHON. But what brings you here?\nDR. GOLL. Maybe you're having somebody or other\npainted here, too, in secret!"}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.23", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nALVA. (To Schon.)l wanted to take you to the\ndress rehearsal.\nDR. GOLL. (As Schon rises.) Do you have 'em dance\nto-day in full costume?\nALVA. Of course. Come along, too. In five minutes\nI must be on the stage. (To Lulu.) Unhappy!\nDR. GOLL. I've forgotten—what's the name of your\nballet ?\nALVA. Dalailama.\nDR. GOLL. I thought he was in a madhouse.\nSCHON. You're thinking of Nietzsche, Doctor.\nDR. GOLL. You're right; I got 'em mixed up.\nALVA. I have helped Buddhism to its legs.\nDR. GOLL. By his legs is the stage-poet known.\nALVA. Corticelli dances the youthful Buddha as tho\nshe had seen the light of the world by the Ganges.\nSCHON. So long as her mother lived, she danced with\nher legs.\nALVA. Then when she got free she danced with her\nintelligence.\nDR. GOLL. Now she dances with her heart.\nALVA. If you'd like to see her—?\nDR. GOLL. Thank you.\nALVA. Come along with us!\nDR. GOLL. Impossible.\nSCHON. Anyway, we have no time to lose.\nALVA. Come with us, doctor. In the third act you\nsee Dalailama in his cloister, with his monks—\nDR. GOLL. The only thing I care about is the young\nBuddha.\nALVA. Well, what's hindering you?\nDR. GOLL. I can't. I can't do it."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.24", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nALVA. We're going to Peter's, after it. There you\ncan express your admiration.\nDR. GOLL. Don't press it on me, please.\nALVA. You'll see the tame monkey, the two Brahmans,\nthe little girls. . . .\nDR. GOLL. For heaven's sake, just keep away from\nme with your little girls!\nLULU. Reserve one of the proscenium boxes for us\non Monday, Mr. Alva.\nALVA. How could you doubt that I would, dear lady!\nDR. GOLL. When I come back the whole picture will\nbe spoilt on me.\nALVA. Well, it could be painted over.\nDR. GOLL. If I don't explain to this Caravacci every\nstroke of his brush—\nSCHON. Your fears are unfounded, I think. . . .\nDR. GOLL. Next time, gentlemen!\nALVA. The Brahmans are getting impatient. The\ndaughters of Nirvana are shivering in their tights.\nDR. GOLL. Damned enchantment!\nSCHON. They'll quarrel with us, if we don't bring\nyou with us.\nDR. GOLL. In five minutes I'll be back. (\nright, behind Schwarz and compares the picture with\nLulu.)\nALVA. (To Lulu.) Duty calls me, gracious lady!\nDR. GOLL. (To Schwarz.) You must model it a bit\nmore here. The hair is bad. You aren't paying enough\nattention to your business!\nALVA. Come on.\nDR. GOLL. Now, just hop it! Ten horses will not\ndrag me to Peter's."}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.25", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. {Following Alva and Goll.) We'll take my\ncarriage. It's waiting downstairs. {Exeunt.)\nSCHWARZ. {Leans over to the and spits.)\nPack! If only that were life's end! The bread-basket!\n%\n—paunch and mug! Now rears my artist's pride. {After\na look at Lulu.) This company!— {Gets up, goes up\nleft, observes Lulu from all sides, and sits again at his\neasel.) The choice would be a hard one to make. If I\nmay request Mrs. Goll to raise the right hand a little\nhigher.\nLULU. {Grasps the crook as high as she can reach;\nto herself.) Who would have thought that was possible!\nSCHWARZ. I am quite ridiculous, you think?\nLULU. He's coming right back.\nSCHWARZ. I can do nothing but paint.\nLULU. There he is!\nSCHWARZ. {Rising.) Well?\nLULU. Don't you hear?\nSCHWARZ. Someone is coming. . . .\nLULU. I knew it.\nSCHWARZ. It's the janitor. He's sweeping the stairs.\nLULU. Thank heaven!\nSCHWARZ. Do you perhaps accompany the doctor to\nhis patients ?\nLULU. Everything BUT that.\nSCHWARZ. Because, you are not accustomed to being\nalone.\nLULU. We have a housekeeper at home.\nSCHWARZ. She keeps you company?\nLULU. She has a lot of taste.\nSCHWARZ. What for?\nLULU. She dresses me.\nSCHWARZ. Do you go much to balls?"}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.26", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nLULU. Never.\nSCHWARZ. Then what do you need the dresses for ?\nLULU. For dancing.\nSCHWARZ. You really dance?\nLULU. Czardas . . . Samaqueca . . . Skirt-dance.\nSCHWARZ. Doesn't—that—disgust you, then?\nLULU. You find me ugly?\nSCHWARZ. You don't understand me. But who gives\nyou lessons then ?\nLULU. Him.\nSCHWARZ. Who ?\nLULU. Him.\nSCHWARZ. He ?\nLULU. He plays the violin—\nSCHWARZ. Every day one learns something new of\nthe world!\nLULU. I learned in Paris. I took lessons from Eugenie\nFougere. She let me copy her costumes, too.\nSCHWARZ. What are they like ?\nLULU. A little green lace skirt to the knee, all in\nruffles, low-necked, of course, very low-necked and awfully\ntight-laced. Bright green petticoat, then brighter and\nbrighter. Snow-white underclothes with a hand's-breadth\nof lace. ...\nSCHWARZ. I can no longer—\nLULU. Then paint!\nSCHWARZ. ( Scraping the .) Aren't you cold\nat all?\nLULU. God forbid! No. What made you ask ? Are\nyou so cold?\nSCHWARZ. Not to-day. No.\nLULU. Praise God, one can breathe!\nSCHWARZ. How so? . . . {Lulu takes a deep breath.)"}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.27", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nDon't do that, please! ( Spri throws away his\npalette and brushes, walks up and down.) The boot-\nblack only attends to her feet! His color doesn't eat into\nhis money, either. If I go without supper to-morrow, no\nlittle society lady will ask me if I know anything about\noyster-patties!\nLULU. Is he going out of his head?\nSCHWARZ. ( Takes up his work again.) What ever\ndrove the fellow to this test!\nLULU. I'd like it better, too, if he had stayed here.\nSCHWARZ. We are truly the martyrs of our calling!\nLULU. I didn't wish to cause you pain.\nSCHWARZ. (Hesitating, to Lulu.) If you—the left\ntrowser-leg—a little higher—\nLULU. Here?\nSCHWARZ. (Steps to the platform.) Permit me. .. .\nLULU. What do you want?\nSCHWARZ. I'll show you.\nLULU. You mustn't.\nSCHWARZ. You are nervous . . . ( to seize her\nhand.)\nLULU. (Throws the crook in his face.) Let me alone!\n(Hurries to the entrance door.) You don't get me for\na long time yet.\nSCHWARZ. You can't understand a joke.\nLULU. Oh, yes I can. I understand everything. Just\nyou leave me be. You'll get nothing at all from me by\nforce. Go to your work. You have no right to molest\nme. {Flees behind the ottoman.) Sit down behind your\neasel!\nSCHWARZ. {Trying to get around the ottoman.) As\nsoon as I've punished you—you wayward, capricious—\nLULU. But you must have me, first! Go away. You"}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.28", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\ncan't catch me. In long clothes I'd have fallen into your\nclutches long ago—but in the Pierrot!\nSCHWARZ. (Throwing himself across the ottoman.)\nI've got you!\nLULU. ( Hurls the tiger-skin over his head.) Good-\nnight! ( Jumps over the platforjn and climbs up the step-\nladder.) I can see away over all the cities of the earth.\nSCHWARZ. ( Unrolling himself from the rug.) This\nold skin!!\nLULU. I reach up into heaven, and stick the stars in\nmy hair.\nSCHWARZ. ( Clambering after her.) I'll shake it till\nyou fall off!\nLULU. If you don't stop, I'll throw the ladder down.\n( Climbing higher.) Will you let go of my legs? God\nsave the Poles! ( Makes the ladder fall over, jumps onto\nthe platform, and as Schwarz picks himself up from the\nfloor, throws the Spanish screen down on his head. Hasten-\ning down-stage, by the easels.) I told you that you\nweren't going to get me.\nSCHWARZ. (Coming forward.) Let us make peace.\n(Tries to embrace her.)\nLULU. Keep away from me, or— (She throws the\neasel with the finished picture at him, so that both fall\ncrashing to the floor.)\nSCHWARZ. (Screams.) Merciful Heaven!\nLULU. (Up-stage, right.) You knocked the hole in\nit yourself!\nSCHWARZ. lam ruined! Ten weeks' work, my jour-\nney, my exhibition! Now there is nothing more to lose!\n(Plunges after her.)\nLULU. (Springs over the ottoman, over the fallen step-\nladder, and over the platform, down-stage.) A grave!"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.29", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nDon't fall into it! ( stamps thru the picture on the\nfloor.) She made a new man out of him! (\nforward.)\nSCHWARZ. ( Stumbling over the Spanish screen.) I\nam merciless now!\nLULU. (Up-stage.) Leave me in peace now. I'm\ngetting dizzy. O Gott! O Gott! .. . (Comes for-\nward and sinks down on the ottoman. Schwarz locks\nthe door; then seats himself next her, grasps her hand,\nand covers it with kisses—then pauses, struggling with\nhimself. Lulu opens her eyes wide.)\nLULU. He may come back.\nSCHWARZ. How d' you feel ?\nLULU. As if I had fallen into the water. . . .\nSCHWARZ. I love you.\nLULU. One time, I loved a student.\nSCHWARZ. Nellie—\nLULU. With four-and-twenty scars—\nSCHWARZ. I love you, Nellie.\nLULU. My name isn't Nellie. (Schwarz kisses her.)\nIt's Lulu.\nSCHWARZ. I would call you Eve.\nLULU. Do you know what time it is?\nSCHWARZ. (Looking at his watch.) Half past ten.\n( Lulu takes the watch and opens the case.) You don't\nlove me.\nLULU. Yes I do. . . . It's five minutes after half past\nten.\nSCHWARZ. Give me a kiss, Eve!\nLULU. ( Takes him by the chin and kisses him.\nThrows the watch in the air and catches it.) You smell\nof tobacco.\nSCHWARZ. Why so distant?"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.30", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nLULU. It would be uncomfortable to—\nSCHWARZ. You're just making believe!\nLULU. You're making believe yourself, it seems to\nme. I make believe? What makes you think that? I\nnever needed to do that.\nSCHWARZ. (Risesj disconcertedpassing his hand over\nhis forhead.) God in Heaven! The world is strange\nto me—!\nLULU. (Screams.) Only don't kill me!\nSCHWARZ. (Instantly whirling round.) Thou\nhast never yet loved!\nLULU. (Half raising herself.) You have never\nyet loved... !\nDR. GOLL. (Outside.) Open the door!\nLULU. (Already sprung to her feet.) Hide me! O\nGod, hide me!\nDR. GOLL. (Pounding on the door.) Open the door!\nLULU. (Holding back Schwarz as he goes toward\nthe door.) He will strike me dead!\nDR. GOLL. (Hammering.) Open the door!\nLULU. (Sunk down before Schwarz, gripping his\nknees.) He'll beat me to death! He'll beat me to death!\nSCHWARZ. Stand up. ... (The door falls crashing\ninto the studio. Dr. Goll with blood-shot eyes rushes upon\nSchwarz and Lulu, brandishing his stick.)\nDR. GOLL. You dogs! You .. . ! (Pants, strug-\ngles for breath a few seconds, and falls headlong to the\nground. Schwarz s knees tremble. Lulu has fled to the\ndoor. Pause.)\nSCHWARZ. Mister—Doctor—Doc—Doctor Goll—\nLULU. (In the door.) Please, though, first put the\nstudio in order.\nSCHWARZ. Dr. Goll! (Leans over.) Doc— (Steps"}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.31", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nback.) He's cut his forehead. Help me to lay him on\nthe ottoman.\nLULU. ( Shudders backward in terror.) No. No. . .\nSCHWARZ. ( Trying to turn him over.) Dr. Goll.\nLULU. He doesn't hear.\nSCHWARZ. But you, help me, please.\nLULU. The two of us together couldn't lift him.\nSCHWARZ. ( Straightening up.) We must send for a\ndoctor.\nLULU. He is fearfully heavy.\nSCHWARZ. ( Getting his hat.) Please, though, be so\ngood as to put the place a little to rights while I'm away.\n(He goes out.)\nLULU. He'll spring up all at once. (Intensely.)\nBussi! He just won't notice anything. ( down-\nstage in a wide circle.) He sees my feet, and watches\nevery step I take. He has his eye on me everywhere.\n( Touches him with her toe.) Bussi! ( back-\nward.) It's serious with him. The dance is over. He'll\nsend me to prison. What shall I do? (Leans over, to\nthe floor.) A strange, wild face! (Getting up.) And\nno one to do him the last services—isn't that sad!\n( Schwarzreturns.)\nSCHWARZ. 'Still not come to himself?\nLULU. (Down right.) What shall I do?\nSCHWARZ. ( Bending over Goll.) Doctor Goll.\nLULU. I almost think it's serious.\nSCHWARZ. Talk decently!\nLULU. He wouldn't say that to me. He makes me\ndance for him when he doesn't feel well.\nSCHWARZ. The doctor will be here in a moment.\nLULU. Doctoring won't help hi m."}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.32", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nSCHWARZ. But people do what they can, in such\ncases!\nLULU. He doesn't think so.\nSCHWARZ. Then won't you at least—get dressed?\nLULU. Yes,—right off.\nSCHWARZ. What are you waiting for?\nLULU. Please . . .\nSCHWARZ. What is it?\nLULU. Shut hi s eyes.\nSCHWARZ. You make me shiver.\nLULU. Not nearly so much as you make me!\nSCHWARZ. I ?\nLULU. You're a born criminal.\nSCHWARZ. Doesn't this moment touch you at all,\nthen ?\nLULU. It hits me, too, some.\nSCHWARZ. Please, just you keep still now!\nLULU. It hits you some, too.\nSCHWARZ. You really didn't need to say that to a\nman, in such a moment.\nLULU. PLEASE . . .!\nSCHWARZ. Do what you think necessary. I don't\nknow how.\nLULU. ( Left of Goll.) He's looking at me.\nSCHWARZ. (Right of Goll.) And at me, too.\nLULU. You're a coward!\nSCHWARZ. (Shuts Goil's eyes with his handkerchief.)\nIt's the first time in my life that anyone has called me\nthat.\nLULU. Didn't you do it to your mother?\nSCHWARZ. (Nervously.) No.\nLULU. You were away, perhaps.\nSCHWARZ. No!"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.33", "texte": "ACT I]\nERDGEIST\n\nLULU. Or else you were afraid?\nSCHWARZ. ( Violently.) No!\nLULU. ( Shivering>backward.) I didn't mean to in-\nsult you.\nSCHWARZ. She's still alive.\nLULU. Then you still have somebody.\nSCHWARZ. She's as poor as a beggar.\nLULU. I know what that is.\nSCHWARZ. Don't laugh at me!\nLULU. Now I am rich—\nSCHWARZ. It gives me cold shudders— ( right.)\nShe can't help it!\nLULU. (To herself.) What'll I do?\nSCHWARZ. (To himself.) Absolutely depraved!\n(They look at each other mistrustfully. Schwarz goes\nover to her and grips her hand.) Look me in the eyes!\nLULU. (Apprehensively.) What do you want?\nSCHWARZ. (Takes her to the ottoman and makes her\nsit next to him.) Look me in the eyes.\nLULU. I see myself in them as Pierrot.\nSCHWARZ. (Shoves her from him.) Confounded\ndancer-ing!\nLULU. I must change my clothes—\nSCHWARZ. (Holds her back.) One question—\nLULU. I can't answer it.\nSCHWARZ. Can you speak the truth?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. Do you believe in a Creator?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. Can you swear on anything?\nLULU. I don't know. Leave me alone. You're mad.\nSCHWARZ. What do you believe in, then?\nLULU. I don't know."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.34", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT I\n\nSCHWARZ. Have you no soul, then?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. Have you ever once loved—?\nLULU. I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. ( Gets up, goes right, to himself.) She\ndoesn't know!\nLULU. ( Without moving.) I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. (Glancing at Goll.) He knows.\nLULU. (Nearer him.) What do you want to know?\nSCHWARZ. {Angrily.) Go, get dressed! {Lulu\ngoes into the bed-room. To Goll.) Would I could\nchange with you, you dead man! I give her back to you.\nI give my youth to you, too. I lack the courage and the\nfaith. I've had to wait patiently too long. It's too late\nfor me. I haven't grown up big enough for happiness.\nI have a hellish fear of it. Wake up! I didn't touch\nher. He opens his mouth. Mouth open and eyes shut,\nlike the children. With me it's the other way round.\nWake up, wake up! {Kneels down and binds his hand-\nkerchief round the dead mans head.) Here I beseech\nHeaven to make me able to be happy—to give me the\nstrength and the freedom of soul to be just a weeny mite\nhappy! For her sake, only for her sake.\n{Lulu comes out of the bed-room, completely dressed, her\nhat on, and her right hand under her left arm.)\nLULU. {Raising her left arm, to Schwarz.) Would\nyou hook me up here? My hand trembles.\nCURTAIN"}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.35", "texte": "ACT II\nA very ornamental parlor. Entrance-door rear, left.\nCurtained entrances right and left, steps leading up to the\nright one. On the back wall over the fire-place, Lulu's\npicture as Pierrot in a magnificent frame. Right, a tall\nmirror; a couch in front of it. Left, an ebony writing-\ntable. Centre, a few chairs around a little Chinese table.\nLulu stands motionless before the mirror, in a green\nsilk morning-dress. She frowns, passes a hand over her\nforehead, feels her cheeks, and draws back from the mirror\nwith a discouraged, almost angry, look. Frequently turn-\ning round, she goes left, opens a casket on the writing-\ntable, lights herself a cigarette, looks for a book among\nthose that are lying on the table, takes one, and lies down\non the couch opposite the mirror. After reading a mo-\nment, she lets the book sink, and nods seriously to herself\nin the glass; then resumes reading. Schwarz enters, left,\npalette and brushes in hand, and bends over Lulu, kisses\nher on the forehead, and goes up the steps, right.\nSCHWARZ. (Turning in the door-way.) Eve!\nLULU. {Smiling.) At your orders?\nSCHWARZ. Seems to me you look extra charming to-\nday.\nLULU. {With a glance at the mirror.) Depends on\nwhat you expect.\nSCHWARZ. Your hair breathes out a morning fresh-\nness. . . .\nLULU. I've just come out of the water.\nSCHWARZ. {Approaching her.) I've an awful lot to\ndo to-day."}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.36", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. That's what you say to yourself.\nSCHWARZ. ( Lays his palette and brushes down on the\ncarpet, and sits on the edge of the couch.) What are\nyou reading?\nLULU. {Reads.) \"Suddenly she heard an anchor of\nrefuge come nodding up the stairs.\"\nSCHWARZ. Who under the sun writes so absorbingly?\nLULU. {Reading.) \"It was the postman with a\nmoney-order.\" {Henriette, the servant, comes in, upper\nleft, with a hat-box on her arm and a little tray of letters\nwhich she puts on the table.)\nHENRIETTE. The mail. I'm going to take your hat\nto the milliner, madam. Anything else?\nLULU. No. {Schwarz signs to her to go out, which\nshe does, slyly smiling.)\nSCHWARZ. What was it you dreamt all last night?\nLULU. You've asked me that twice already, to-day.\nSCHWARZ. {Rises, takes up the letters.) I tremble\nfor news. Every day I fear the world may go to pieces.\n{Giving Lulu a letter.) For you.\nLULU. {Sniffs at the paper.) Madame Corticelli.\n{Hides it in her bosom.)\nSCHWARZ. {Skimming a letter.) My Samaqueca-\ndancer sold—for fifty thousand marks!\nLULU. Who says that?\nSCHWARZ. Sedelmeier in Paris. That's the third\npicture since our marriage. I hardly know how to save\nmyself from my luck!\nLULU. {Pointing to the letters.) There are more\nthere.\nSCHWARZ. {Opening an engagement announcement.)\nSee. {Gives it to Lulu.)\nLULU. {Reads.) Sir Henry von Zarnikow has the"}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.37", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIST\n\nhonor to announce the engagement of his daughter, Char-\nlotte Marie Adelaide, to Doctor Ludwig Schon.\nSCHWARZ. {As he opens another letter.) At last!\nHe's been an eternal while evading a public engagement.\nI can't understand it—a man of his standing and in-\nfluence. What can be in the way of his marriage?\nLULU. What is that that you're reading?\nSCHWARZ. An invitation to take part in the inter-\nnational exhibition at St. Petersburg. I have no idea\nwhat to paint for it.\nLULU. Some entrancing girl or other, of course.\nSCHWARZ. Will you be willing to pose for it?\nLULU. God knows there are other pretty girls enough\nin existence !\nSCHWARZ. But with any other model—tho she be\nas racy as hell—I can't get such a full display of my\npowers.\nLULU. Then I must, I suppose. Wouldn't it go as\nwell lying down?\nSCHWARZ. Really, I'd liefest have your taste arrange\nit for me. {Folding up the letters.) Don't let's forget\nto congratulate Schon to-day, anyway. {Goes left and\nshuts the letters in the writing-table.)\nLULU. But we did that a long time ago.\nSCHWARZ. For his bride's sake.\nLULU. You can write to him again if you want.\nSCHWARZ. And now to work! {Takes up his brushes\nand palette,kisses Lulu, goes up the steps, right, and turns\naround in the door-way.) Eve!\nLULU. {Lets her book sink, smiling.) Your pleasure?\nSCHWARZ. {Approaching her.) I feel every day as\nif I were seeing you for the very first time.\nLULU. You're a terror."}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.38", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nSCHWARZ. The fault is yours. {He sinks on his\nknees by the couch and caresses her hand.)\nLULU. {Stroking his hair.) You're wasting me.\nSCHWARZ. You are mine. But you are never\nmore ensnaring than when you ought for God's sake to be,\njust once, real ugly for a couple of hours! Since I've\nhad you, I have had nothing more. I'm entirely lost to\nmyself.\nLULU. Not so excited! {Bell rings in the corridor.)\nSCHWARZ. {Pulling himself together.) Confound it!\nLULU. No one at home!\nSCHWARZ. Perhaps it's the art-dealer—\nLULU. And if it's the Chinese Emperor!\nSCHWARZ. One moment. {Exit.)\nLULU. {Visionary.) Thou? Thou? {Closes her\neyes.)\nSCHWARZ. {Coming back.) A beggar, who says he\nwas in the war. I have no small change on me. (Taking\nup his palette and brushes.) It's high time, too, that I\nshould finally go to work. {Goes right. ) {Lulu\ntouches herself up before the strokes back her hair,\nand goes out, returning leading in Schigolch.)\nSCHIGOLCH. I'd thought he was more of a swell—a\nlittle more glory to him. He's sort of embarrassed. He\nquaked a little in the knees when he saw me in front\nof him.\nLULU. {Shoving a chair round for him.) How can\nyou beg from him, too?\nSCHIGOLCH. That's why I've dragged my seventy-\nseven summers just here. You told me he kept at his\npainting in the mornings.\nLULU. He hadn't got quite awake yet. How much\ndo you need?"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.39", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHIGOLCH. Two hundred, if you have that much\nhandy. Personally, I'd like three hundred. Some of my\nclients have evaporated.\nLULU. ( Goes to the writing-table and rummages in\nthe drawer.) Whew, I'm tired!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Looking round him.) That's just what\nbrought me, too. I've been wanting a long time to see\nhow things were looking now with you.\nLULU. Well?\nSCHIGOLCH. It just sweeps over you. (Looking up.)\nLike with me fifty years ago. Instead of the loafing chairs\nwe still had rusty old sabres then. Devil, but you've\nbrought it pretty far! (Scuffing.) Carpets. .. .\nLULU. (Giving him two bills.) I like best to walk\non them bare-footed.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Scanning Lulu s portrait.) Is that you?\nLULU. (Winking.) Pretty fine?\nSCHIGOLCH. If all that's genuine.\nLULU. Have something sweet?\nSCHIGOLCH. What?\nLULU. (Getting up.) Elixir de Spaa.\nSCHIGOLCH. That doesn't help me— Does he drink?\nLULU. (Taking a decanter and glasses from a cup-\nboard near the fireplace.) Not yet. (Coming down\nstage.) The cordial has such various effects!\nSCHIGOLCH. He comes to blows?\nLULU. He goes to sleep. (She fills the two glasses.)\nSCHIGOLCH. When he's drunk, you can see right into\nhis insides.\nLULU. I'd rather not. (Sits opposite Schigolch.)\nTell me about it.\nSCHIGOLCH. The streets keep on getting longer, and\nmy legs shorter."}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.40", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. And your harmonica?\nSCHIGOLCH. Has bad air, like me with my asthma. I\njust keep a-thinking it isn't worth the trouble to make it\nbetter. ( They clink glasses.)\nLULU. ( Emptying her glass.) I thought you'd come\nto an end a long time ago—\nSCHIGOLCH. To an end—already up and away? I\nthought so, too. But no matter how early the sun goes\ndown, still we aren't let lie quiet. I'm hoping for winter.\nPerhaps then my (coughing)—my—my asthma will in-\nvent some opportunity to carry me off.\nLULU. {Filling the glasses.) Do you think they could\nhave forgotten you on the other side?\nSCHIGOLCH. Would be possible, for it certainly isn't\ngoing like it usually does. {Stroking her knee.) Now\nyou tell—not seen you a long time—my little Lulu.\nLULU. {Jerking back, smiling.) Life is beyond me!\nSCHIGOLCH. What do you know about it? You're\nstill so young!\nLULU. That you call me Lulu.\nSCHIGOLCH. Lulu, isn't it? Have I ever called you\nanything else?\nLULU. In the memory of man my name has no longer\nbeen Lulu.\nSCHIGOLCH. Another way of naming?\nLULU. Lulu sounds to me quite ante-diluvian.\nSCHIGOLCH. Children! Children!\nLULU. My name now is—\nSCHIGOLCH. As if the principle wasn't always the\nsame!\nLULU. You mean—?\nSCHIGOLCH. What is it now?\nLULU. EVE."}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.41", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHIGOLCH. Lept, hopped, skipped, jumped. . . .\nLULU. I'm listening.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Gazing round.) This is the way I\ndreamt of it for you. You've aimed straight for it.\n( Seeing Lulu sprinkling herself with perfume.) What's\nthat?\nLULU. Heliotrope.\nSCHIGOLCH. Does that smell better than you?\nLULU. ( Sprinkling him.) That needn't bother you\nany more.\nSCHIGOLCH. Who would have dreamt of this royal\nluxury before!\nLULU. When I think back—Ugh!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Stroking her knee.) How's it going\nwith you, then? You still keep at the French?\nLULU. I lie and sleep.\nSCHIGOLCH. That's genteel. That always looks like\nsomething. And afterwards ?\nLULU. I stretch—till it cracks.\nSCHIGOLCH. And when it has cracked?\nLULU. What do you mind about that?\nSCHIGOLCH. What do I mind about that? What do\nI mind? I'd rather live till the last trump and renounce\nall heavenly joys than leave my Lulu deprived of any-\nthing down here behind me. What do I mind about that ?\nIt's my sympathy. To be sure, my better self i s already\ntransfigured—but I still have some sense for this world.\nLULU. I haven't.\nSCHIGOLCH. You're too well off.\nLULU. (Shuddering.) Idiot. .. .\nSCHIGOLCH. Better than with the old dancing-bear?\nLULU. (Sadly.) I don't dance any more.\nSCHIGOLCH. For him it was time, too."}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.42", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. Now I am— (Stops.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Speak how it is with you, child! I be-\nlieved in you when there was no more to be seen in you\nthan your two big eyes. What are you now?\nLULU. A beast. . . .\nSCHIGOLCH. That you—! And what kind of a\nbeast? A fine beast! An elegant beast! A glorified\nbeast! Then I'll let them bury me. We're through with\nprejudices—even with the one against the corpse-washer.\nLULU. You needn't be afraid that you will be washed\nonce more.\nSCHIGOLCH. Doesn't matter, either. One gets dirty\nagain.\nLULU. ( Sprinkling him.) It would call you back to\nlife again!\nSCHIGOLCH. We are mud.\nLULU. I beg your pardon! I rub grease into myself\nevery day and then powder on top of it.\nSCHIGOLCH. Probably worth while, too, on the dressed-\nup mucker's account.\nLULU. It makes the skin like satin.\nSCHIGOLCH. As if it weren't just dirt all the same!\nLULU. Thank you. I wish to be worth biting at!\nSCHIGOLCH. We are. Give a big dinner down below\nthere pretty soon. Keep open house.\nLULU. Your guests will hardly over-eat themselves\nat it.\nSCHIGOLCH. Patience, girl! Your worshippers won't\nput you in alcohol, either. It's \"schone Melusine\" as long\nas it keeps buoyant. Afterwards? They don't take it\nat the zoological garden. (RiThe gentle beasties\nmight get stomach-cramps.\nLULU. (Getting up.) Have you enough?"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.43", "texte": "ACT II ]\nERDGEIST v\n\nSCHIGOLCH. There's still enough left over to plant\na juniper on my grave. I'll find my own way out. {Exit.\nLulu follows him, and presently returns with Dr. Schdn.)\nSCHON. What's your father doing here?\nLULU. What's the matter?\nSCHON. If I were your husband that man would\nnever come over my threshold.\nLULU. You can speak intimately. He's not here.\n{Referring to Schwarz.)\nSCHON. Thank you, I'd rather not.\nLULU. I don't understand.\nSCHON. I know that. {Offering her a seat.) I\nshould like to speak with you just on that subject.\nLULU. {Sitting down uncertainly.) Why didn't you\ntell me so yesterday, then?\nSCHON. Please, nothing now about yesterday. I did\ntell you two years ago.\nLULU. {Nervously.) Oh, yes,—Hm!\nSCHON. Please be kind enough to cease your visits\nto my house.\nLULU. May I offer you an elixir—\nSCHON. Thanks. No elixir. Have you understood\nme? {Lulu shakes her head.) Good. You have the\nchoice. You force me to the most extreme measures:—\neither act in accordance with your station—\nLULU. Or?\nSCHON. Or—you compel me—I should have to turn\nto that person who is responsible for your behavior.\nLULU. What makes you imagine that?\nSCHON. I shall request your husband, himself to\nwatch over your ways. {Lulu rises, goes up the steps,\nright.) Where are you going?\nLULU. {Calls thru the curtains.) Walter!"}, {"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.44", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nSCHON. (Springing up.) Are you mad?\nLULU. ( Turning round.) Aha!\nSCHON. I have made the most superhuman efforts\nto raise you in society. You can be ten times as proud\nof your name as of your intimacy with me.\nLULU. ( Comes down the steps and puts her arm\naround Schon s neck.) Why are you still afraid, now\nthat you're at the zenith of your hopes?\nSCHON. No comedy! The zenith of my hopes? lam\nat last engaged: I have now the hope of bringing my bride\ninto a clean house.\nLULU. (Sitting.) She has developed delightfully in\nthe two years!\nSCHON. She no longer looks thru one so earnestly.\nLULU. She is now, for the first time, a woman. We\ncan meet each other wherever it seems suitable to you.\nSCHON. We shall meet each other nowhere but in the\npresence of your husband!\nLULU. You don't believe yourself what you say.\nSCHON. Then he must believe it. Go on and call\nhim! Thru his marriage to you, thru all that I've done\nfor him, he has become my friend.\nLULU. (Rising.) Mine, too.\nSCHON. Then I'll cut down the sword over my head.\nLULU. You have, indeed, chained me up. But I owe\nmy happiness to you. You will get friends by the crowd\nas soon as you have a pretty young wife again.\nSCHON. You judge women by yourself! He's got\nthe sense of a child or he would have tracked out your\ndoublings and windings long ago.\nLULU. I only wish he would! Then, at last he'd get\nout of his swaddling-clothes. He puts his trust in the\nmarriage contract he has in his pocket. Trouble is past"}, {"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.45", "texte": "ACT II ]\nERDGEIST\n\nand gone. One can now give oneself and let oneself\ngo as if one were at home. That isn't the sense of a\nchild! It's banal! He has no education; he sees\nnothing; he sees neither me nor himself; he is blind,\nblind, blind. . . .\nSCHON. ( Half to himself.) When his eyes open!!\nLULU. Open his eyes for him! I'm going to ruin.\nI'm neglecting myself. He doesn't know me at all.\nWhat am I to him? He calls me darling and little\ndevil. He would say the same to any piano-teacher.\nHe makes no pretensions. Everything is alright, to him.\nThat comes from his never in his life having felt the need\nof intercourse with women.\nSCHON. If that's true!\nLULU. He admits it perfectly openly.\nSCHON. A man who has painted them, rags and tags\nand velvet gowns, since he was fourteen.\nLULU. Women make him anxious. He trembles for\nhis health and comfort. But he isn't afraid of me!\nSCHON. How many girls would deem themselves\nGod knows how blessed in your situation.\nLULU. (Softly pleading.) Seduce him. Corrupt\nhim. You know how. Take him into bad company—\nyou know the people. lam nothing to him but a woman,\njust woman. He makes me feel so ridiculous. He will\nbe prouder of me. He doesn't know any differences.\nI'm thinking my head off, day and night, how to shake\nhim up. In my despair I dance the can-can. He yawns;\nand drivels something about obscenity.\nSCHON. Nonsense. He is an artist, though.\nLULU. At least he believes he is.\nSCHON. That's the chief thing!"}, {"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.46", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. When I pose for him. . . . -He believes, too,\nthat he's a famous man.\nSCHON. We have made him one.\nLULU. He believes everything. He's as mistrustful as\na thief, and lets himself be lied to, till one loses all re-\nspect! When we first knew each other I informed him\nI had never yet loved— ( Schon falls into an easy-chair.)\nOtherwise he would really have taken me for a fallen\nwoman!\nSCHON. You make God knows what exorbitant de-\nmands on legitimate relations!\nLULU. I make no exorbitant demands. Often I even\ndream still of Goll.\nSCHON. He was, at any rate, not banal!\nLULU. He is there, as if he had never been away.\nOnly he walks as tho in his socks. He isn't angry with\nme; he's awfully sad. And then he is fearful, as tho\nhe were there without the permission of the police.\nOtherwise, he feels at ease with us. Only he can't\nquite get over my having thrown away so much money\nsince—\nSCHON. You yearn for the whip once more?\nLULU. Maybe. I don't dance any more.\nSCHON. Teach him to do it.\nLULU. A waste of trouble.\nSCHON. Out of a hundred women, ninety educate\ntheir husbands to suit themselves.\nLULU. He loves me.\nSCHON. That's fatal, of course.\nLULU. He loves me—\nSCHON. That is an unbridgeable abyss.\nLULU. He doesn't know me, but he loves me! If he"}, {"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.47", "texte": "ACT II ]\nERDGEIST\n\nhad anything like a correct idea of me, he'd tie a stone\naround my neck and sink me in the sea where it's deepest.\nSCHON. Let's finish this? (He gets up.)\nLULU. As you say.\nSCHON. I've married you off. Twice I have married\nyou off. You live in luxury. I've created a position for\nyour husband. If that doesn't satisfy you, and he laughs\nin his sleeve at it, I don't pretend to meet ideal claims;\nbut—leave me out of the game, out of it!\nLULU. (Resolutely.) If I belong to any person on\nthis earth, I belong to you. Without you I'd be—l won't\nsay where. You took me by the hand, gave me food to\neat, had me dressed,—when I was going to steal your\nwatch. Do you think that can be forgotten? Anybody\nelse would have called the police. You sent me to school,\nand had me learn manners. Who but you in the whole\nworld has ever thought anything of me? I've danced\nand posed, and was glad to be able to earn my living\nthat way. But love at command, I can't!\nSCHON. (Raising his voice.) Leave me out! Do\nwhat you will. I'm not coming to make scandal; I'm\ncoming to shake the scandal from my neck. My engage-\nment is costing me sacrifices enough! I had imagined\nthat with a healthy young man, than whom a woman of\nyour years can wish herself no better, you would, at last,\nhave been contented. If you are under obligations to me,\ndon't throw yourself a third time in my way! Am I to\nwait yet longer before putting my pile in security? Am\nI to risk the whole success of my patents falling into the\nwater again after two years? What good is it to me\nto be your married-man, when you can be seen going\nin and out of my house at every hour of the day? Why\nthe devil didn't Dr. Goll stay alive just one year more!"}, {"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.48", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nWith him you were in safe keeping. Then I'd have had\nmy wife long since under my roof!\nLULU. And what would you have had then? The\nkid gets on your nerves. The child is too uncorrupted\nfor you. She's been much too carefully brought up.\nWhat should I have against your marriage ? But you are\ndeceived about yourself if you think that on account of\nyour impending marriage you may express your con-\ntempt to me.\nSCHON. Contempt? I shall soon give the child the\nright idea. If anything is contemptible, it's your intrigues!\nLULU. (Laughing.) Am I jealous of the child?\nThat never once entered my head.\nSCHON. Then why talk about the child? The child\nis not even a whole year younger than you are. Leave\nme my freedom to live what life I still have. No matter\nhow the child s been brought up, she's got her five senses\njust like you. . . . ( Schwarzappears, right, brush in\nhand.)\nSCHWARZ. What's the matter here ?\nLULU. (To Schon.) Well? Go on. Talk.\nSCHWARZ. What's the matter with you two?\nLULU. Nothing that touches you—\nSCHON. (Sharply.) Quiet!\nLULU. Hes had enough of me. (Schwarz leads her\noff, to the right.)\nSCHON. (Turning over the leaves in one of the books\non the table.) It had to come out—I must have my\nhands free at last!\nSCHWARZ. (Coming back.) Is that away to jest?\nSCHON. (Pointing to a chair.) Please.\nSCHWARZ. What is it?\nSCHON. Please."}, {"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.49", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHWARZ. (Seating himself.) Well?\nSCHON. ( Seating himself.) You have married half\na million. . . .\nSCHWARZ. Is it gone?\nSCHON. Not a penny.\nSCHWARZ. Explain to me the peculiar scene. . . .\nSCHON. You have married half a million—\nSCHWARZ. No one can make a crime of that.\nSCHON. You have created a name for yourself. You\ncan work unmolested. You need to deny yourself no\nwish—\nSCHWARZ. What have you two got against me?\nSCHON. For six months you've been revelling in all\nthe heavens. You have a wife whom the world envies\nyou, and she deserves a man whom she can respect—\nSCHWARZ. Doesn't she respect me?\nSCHON. No.\nSCHWARZ. ( Depressed.) I come from the dark\ndepths of society. She is above me. I cherish no more\nardent wish than to become her equal. (Offers Schon\nhis hand.) Thank you.\nSCHON. (Pressing it, half embarrassed.) Don't men-\ntion it.\nSCHWARZ. (With determination.) Speak!\nSCHON. Keep a little more watch on her.\nSCHWARZ. I—on her?\nSCHON. We are not children! We don't trifle! She\ndemands that she be taken seriously. Her value gives her\na perfect right to be.\nSCHWARZ. What does she do, then?\nSCHON. You have married half a million!\nSCHWARZ. (Rises; beside himself.) She—?\nSCHON. (Takes him by the shoulder.) No, that's not"}, {"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.50", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nthe way! ( Forces him to sit.) We must speak with\neach other very seriously here.\nSCHWARZ. What does she do?\nSCHON. First count on your fingers what you have\nto thank her for, and then—\nSCHWARZ. What does she do—man!!\nSCHON. And then make yourself responsible for your\nfaults, and no one else.\nSCHWARZ. With whom? With whom?\nSCHON. If we should shoot each other—\nSCHWARZ. Since when, then?\nSCHON. (Evasive.) —I don't come here to make\nscandal, I come to save you from the scandal.\nSCHWARZ. You have misunderstood her.\nSCHON. (Embarrassed.) That will not do for me.\nI can't see you go on living in blindness. The girl de-\nserves to be a respectable woman. Since I have known\nher she has improved as she developed.\nSCHWARZ. Since you have known her? Since when\nhave you known her then?\nSCHON. Since about her twelfth year.\nSCHWARZ. (Bewildered.) She told me nothing about\nthat.\nSCHON. She sold flowers in front of the Alhambra\nCafe. Every evening between twelve and two she pressed\nin among the guests, bare-footed.\nSCHWARZ. She told me nothing of that.\nSCHON. She did right there. I'm telling you, so\nyou may see that you have not to do with moral de-\ngeneracy. The girl is, on the contrary, of extraordinarily\ngood disposition.\nSCHWARZ. She said she had grown up with an aunt.\nSCHON. That was the woman I gave her to. She"}, {"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.51", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIST\n\nwas her best pupil. The mothers used to make her an\nexample to their children. She has the feeling for duty.\nIt is simply and solely your mistake if you have till now\nneglected to take her on her best sides.\nSCHWARZ. (Sobbing.) O God!—\nSCHON. (With emphasis.) No O God!! Nothing\nof the happiness you have cost can be changed. Done is\ndone. You over-rate yourself against your better know-\nledge if you persuade yourself you will lose. You stand\nto gain. But with \"O God\" nothing is gained. A greater\nfriendliness I have not yet shown you: I speak plainly and\noffer you my help. Don't show yourself unworthy of it!\nSCHWARZ. ( From now on more and more broken\nup.) When I first knew her, she told me she had never\nloved.\nSCHON. When a widow says that—! It does her\ncredit that she chose you for a husband. Make the same\nclaims on yourself and your happiness is without a blot.\nSCHWARZ. She says he made her wear short dresses.\nSCHON. But he married her! That was her master-\nstroke. How she brought the man to it is beyond me.\nYou really must know it now: you are enjoying the fruits\nof her diplomacy.\nSCHWARZ. How did she get to know Dr. Goll then?\nSCHON. Through me! It was after my wife's death,\nwhen I was making the first advances to my present\nfiancee. She stuck herself in between. She had fixed\nher mind on becoming my wife.\nSCHWARZ. (As if seized with a horrible suspicion.)\nAnd then when her husband died ?\nSCHON. You married half a million!!\nSCHWARZ. (W ailing.)O, to have stayed where I\nwas! To have died of hunger!"}, {"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.52", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nSCHON. {Superior.) Do you think, then, that I make\nno compromises? Who is there that does not compro-\nmise? You have married half a million. You are to-\nday one of the foremost artists. That can't be done\nwithout money. You are not the man to sit in judgment\non her. You can't possibly treat an origin like Mignon's\naccording to the notions of bourgeois society.\nSCHWARZ. {Quite distraught.) Who are you speak-\ning of?\nSCHON. Of her father! You're an artist, I say: your\nideals are on a different plane from those of a wage-\nworker.\nSCHWARZ. I don't understand a word of all that.\nSCHON. lam speaking of the inhuman conditions out\nof which, thanks to her good management, the girl has\ndeveloped into what she is!\nSCHWARZ. Who ?\nSCHON. Who? Your wife.\nSCHWARZ. EVE?\nSCHON. I called her Mignon.\nSCHWARZ. I thought her name was Nellie?\nSCHON. Dr. Goll called her so.\nSCHWARZ. I called her Eve—\nSCHON. What her real name is I don't know.\nSCHWARZ. {Absently.) Perhaps she knows.\nSCHON. With a father like hers, she is, with all her\nfaults, a miracle. I don't understand you—\nSCHWARZ. He died in a madhouse—?\nSCHON. He was here just now!\nSCHWARZ. Who was here?\nSCHON. Her father.\nSCHWARZ. Here—in my house?"}, {"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.53", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. He squeezed by me as I came in. And there\nare the two glasses still.\nSCHWARZ. She says he died in the madhouse.\nSCHON. Let her feel she's in authority—! She craves\nnothing but the compulsion to unconditional obedience.\nWith Dr. Goll she was in heaven, and with him there\nwas no joking.\nSCHWARZ. ( Shaking his head.) She said she had\nnever loved—\nSCHON. But you, make a beginning with yourself.\nPull yourself together!\nSCHWARZ. She has sworn—!\nSCHON. You can't demand a sense of duty in her\nbefore you know your own task.\nSCHWARZ. By her mother's grave!\nSCHON. She never knew her mother, let alone the\ngrave. Her mother hasn't got a grave.\nSCHWARZ. I don't fit in society. {He is in desper-\nation.)\nSCHON. What's the matter?\nSCHWARZ. Pain—horrible pain!\nSCHON. {Gets up, steps back; after a pause.) Guard\nher for yourself: she's yours. The moment is decisive.\nTo-morrow she may be lost to you.\nSCHWARZ. {Pointing to his breast.) Here, here.\nSCHON. You have married half— {Reflecting.) She\nis lost to you if you let this moment slip!\nSCHWARZ. If I could weep! Oh, if I could cry out!\nSCHON. {With a hand on his shoulder.) You're suf-\nfering—\nSCHWARZ. {Getting up, apparently quiet.) You are\nright, quite right.\nSCHON. {Gripping his hand.) Where are you going?"}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.54", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nSCHWARZ. To speak with her.\nSCHON. Right! ( Accompanies the door, left.\nComing back.) That was tough work. ( a pause,\nlooking right.) He had taken her into the studio before\nthough? ( A fearful groan, left. He hurries to the door\nand finds it locked.) Open! Open the door!\nLULU. ( Stepping thru the hangings, right.) What's—\nSCHON. Open it!\nLULU. (Comes down the steps.) That is horrible.\nSCHON. Have you an ax in the kitchen?\nLULU. He'll open it right off—\nSCHON. I can't kick it down.\nLULU. When he's had his cry out.\nSCHON. (Kicking the door.) Open! (To Lulu.)\nBring me an ax.\nLULU. Send for the doctor—\nSCHON. You are not yourself.\nLULU. It serves you right. (Bell rings in the cor-\nridor. Schon and Lulu stare at each other. Then\nSchon slips up-stage and stands in the doorway.)\nSCHON. I mustn't let myself be seen here.\nLULU. Perhaps it's the art-dealer. (The bell rings\nagain.)\nSCHON. But if we don't answer it—\nLULU. (Steals toward the door; but Schon holds\nher.)\nSCHON. Stop. It sometimes happens that one is not\njust at hand— (He goes out on tip-toes. Lulu turns\nback to the locked door and listens. Schon returns with\nAlva.) Please be quiet.\nALVA. (Very excited.) A revolution has broken out\nin Paris!\nSCHON. Be quiet."}, {"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.55", "texte": "ACT II ]\nERDGEIST\n\nALVA. (To Lulu.) You're as pale as death.\nSCHON. (Rattling at the door.) Walter! Walter!\n(A death-rattle heard behind the door.)\nLULU. God pity you.\nSCHON. Haven't you brought an ax?\nLULU. If there's one there— (Goes slowly out, upper\nleft.)\nALVA. He's just keeping us in suspense.\nSCHON. A revolution has broken out in Paris?\nALVA. In the editors' room they're beating their heads\nagainst the wall. No one knows what he ought to write.\n( The bell rings in the corridor.)\nSCHON. ( Kicking against the door.) Walter!\nALVA. Shall I force it in?\nSCHON. I can do that. Who is it coming now?\n(Standing up.) To enjoy life and let others be respon-\nsible for it—\nLULU. ( Coming back with a kitchen ax.) Henriette\nhas come home.\nSCHON. Shut the door behind you.\nALVA. Give it here. (Takes the ax and pounds with\nit between the jamb and the lock.)\nSCHON. You must hold it nearer the end.\nALVA. It's cracking— (The lock gives; Alva lets\nthe ax fall and staggers back.) (Pause.)\nLULU. (To Schon, pointing to the door.) After\nyou. (Schon flinches, drops back.) Are you getting—\ndizzy? (Schon wipes the sweat from his forehead and\ngoes in.)\nALVA. (From the couch.) Ghastly!\nLULU. (Stopping in the door-way, finger on lips, cries\nout sharply.) Oh! Oh! (Hurries to Alva.) I can't\nstay here."}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.56", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nALVA. Horrible!\nLULU. ( Taking his hand.) Come.\nALVA. Where to ?\nLULU. I can't be alone. ( out with Alva, right.)\n( Schoncomes back, a bunch of keys in his hand, which\nshows blood. He pulls the door to, behind him, goes to\nthe writing-table, opens it, and writes two notes.)\nALVA. ( Coming back, right.) She's changing her\nclothes.\nSCHON. She has gone?\nALVA. To her room. She's changing her clothes.\n( Schon rings. Henriette comes in.)\nSCHON. You know where Dr. Bernstein lives?\nHENRIETTE. Of course, Doctor. Right next door.\nSCHON. (Giving her one note.) Take that over to\nhim, please.\nHENRIETTE. In case the doctor is not at home?\nSCHON. He is at home. (Giving her the other note.)\nAnd take this to police headquarters. Take a cab. (\nriette goes out.) lam judged!\nALVA. My blood is cold.\nSCHON. {Toward the left.) The fool!\nALVA. He waked up to something, perhaps?\nSCHON. He has been too absorbed with himself.\n{Lulu appears on the steps, right, in dust-coat and hat.)\nALVA. Where are you going now?\nLULU. Out. I see it on all the walls.\nSCHON. Where are his papers?\nLULU. In the desk.\nSCHON. {At the desk.) Where?\nLULU. Lower right-hand drawer. {She kneels and\nopens the drawer, emptying the papers on the floor.)\nHere. There is nothing to fear. He had no secrets."}, {"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.57", "texte": "ACT ll]\nERDGEIS?\n\nSCHON. Now I can just withdraw from the world.\nLULU. (Still kneeling.) Write a pamphlet about\nhim. Call him Michelangelo.\nSCHON. What good'll that do? (Pointing left.)\nThere lies my engagement.\nALVA. That's the curse of your game!\nSCHON. Shout it thru the streets!!\nALVA. ( Pointing to Lulu.) If you had treated that\ngirl fairly and justly when my mother died—\nSCHON. My engagement is bleeding to death there!\nLULU. ( Getting up.) I sha'n't stay here any longer.\nSCHON. In an hour they'll be selling extras. I dare\nnot go across the street!\nLULU. Why, what can you do to help it?\nSCHON. That's just it! They'll stone me for it!\nALVA. You must get away—travel.\nSCHON. To leave the scandal a free field!\nLULU. (By the couch.) Ten minutes ago he was\nlying here.\nSCHON. This is the reward for all I've done for him!\nIn one second he wrecks my whole life for me!\nALVA. Control yourself, please!\nLULU. (On the couch.) There's no one but our-\nselves here.\nALVA. But our position ?\nSCHON. (To Lulu.) What will you say to the\npolice ?\nLULU. Nothing.\nALVA. He didn't want to remain a debtor to his des-\ntiny.\nLULU. He always thought of death immediately.\nSCHON. He thought what a human being can only\ndream of."}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.58", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. He has paid dearly for it.\nALVA. He had what we don't have!\nSCHON. ( Suddenly violent.) I know your reasons!\nI have no cause to consider you! If you try every means\nto prevent having any brothers and sisters, that's all the\nmore reason why I should get more children.\nALVA. You've a poor knowledge of men.\nLULU. You get out an extra yourself!\nSCHON. ( With passionate indignation.) He had no\nmoral sense! ( Suddenly controlling himself again.)\nParis in revolution—?\nALVA. Our editors act as though they'd been struck.\nEverything has stopped dead.\nSCHON. That's got to help me over this! Now if\nonly the police would come. The minutes are worth\nmore than gold. ( The bell rings in the corridor.)\nALVA. There they are— (Schon starts to the door.\nLulu jumps up.)\nLULU. Wait, you've got blood—\nSCHON. Where?\nLULU. Wait, I'll wipe it. ( her handker-\nchief with heliotrope and wipes the blood from Schon s\nhand.)\nSCHON. It's your husband's blood.\nLULU. It leaves no trace.\nSCHON. Monster!\nLULU. You will marry me, though. (The bell rings\nin the corridor.) Only have patience, children. (Schon\ngoes out and returns with Esch a reporter.)\nESCHERICH. (Breathless.) Allow me to—to intro-\nduce myself—\nSCHON. You've run?\nESCHERICH. (Giving him his card.) From police\nheadquarters. A suicide, I understand."}, {"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.59", "texte": "ACT II ]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. {Reads.) Fritz Escherich, correspondent of\nthe \"News and Novelties.\" Come along.\nESCHERICH. One moment. {Takes out his note-book\n/\nand pencil, looks around the parlor, writes a few words,\nbows to Lulu, writes, turns to the broken door, writes.)\nA kitchen-ax. {Starts to lift it.)\nSCHON. {Holding him back.) Excuse me.\nESCHERICH. {Writing.) Door broken open with a\nkitchen-ax. {Examines the lock.)\nSCHON. {His hand on the door.) Look before you,\nmy dear sir.\nESCHERICH. Now if you will have the kindness to\nopen the door— {Schon opens it. Escherich lets book\nand pencil fall, clutches at his hair.) Merciful Heaven!\nGod!!\nSCHON. Look it all over carefully.\nESCHERICH. I can't look at it!\nSCHON. {Snorting scornfully.) Then what did you\ncome here for?\nESCHERICH. To—to cut up—to cut up his throat with\na razor!\nSCHON. Have you seen it all?\nESCHERICH. That must feel—\nSCHON. {Draws the door to, steps to the writing-\ntable.) Sit down. Here is paper and pen. Write.\nESCHERICH. {Mechanically taking his seat.) I can't\nwrite—\nSCHON. {Behind his chair.) Write! Persecution—\nmania. . . .\nESCHERICH. {Writes.) Per-secu-tion—mania. {The\nbell rings in the corridor.)\nCURTAIN"}, {"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.60", "texte": "ACT III\nA theatrical dressing-room, hung with red. Door upper\nright. Across upper left corner, a Spanish screen. Cen-\ntre, a table set endwise,on which dance costumes lie.\nChair on each side of this table. Lower right, a smaller\ntable with a chair. Lower left, a high, very wide, old-\nfashioned arm-chair. Above it, a tall mirror, with a make-\nup stand before it holding puff, rouge, etc., etc.\nAlva is at lower right, filling two glasses with red wine\nand champagne.\nALVA. Never since I began to work for the stage have\nI seen a public so uncontrolled in enthusiasm.\nLULU. ( Voice from behind the .) Don't give\nme too much red wine. Will he see me to-day?\nALVA. Father?\nLULU. Yes.\nALVA. I don't know if he's in the theater.\nLULU. Doesn't he want to see me at all?\nALVA. He has so little time.\nLULU. His bride occupies him.\nALVA. Speculations. He gives himself no rest.\n( Schonenters.) You? We're just speaking of you.\nLULU. Is he there?\nSCHON. You're changing?\nLULU. ( Peeping over the Spanish screen, to Schon.)\nYou write in all the papers that I'm the most gifted\ndanseuse who ever trod the stage, a second Taglioni and\nI don't know what else—and you haven't once found me\ngifted enough to convince yourself of the fact.\nSCHON. I have so much to write. You see, I was"}, {"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.61", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nright: there were hardly any seats left. You must keep\nrather more in the proscenium.\nLULU. I must first accustom myself to the light.\nALVA. She has kept herself strictly to her part.\nSCHON. {To Alva.) You must get more out of\nyour performers! You don't know enough yet about\nthe technique. {To Lulu.) What do you come as now?\nLULU. As a flower-girl.\nSCHON. {To Alva.) In tights?\nALVA. No. In a skirt to the ankles.\nSCHON. It would have been better if you hadn't ven-\ntured on symbolism.\n. ALVA. I look at a dancer's feet.\nSCHON. The point is, what the public looks at. An\napparition like her has no need, thank heaven, of your\nsymbolic mummery.\nALVA. The public doesn't look as if it was bored!\nSCHON. Of course not; because I have been working\nfor her success in the press for six months. Has the\nprince been here?\nALVA. Nobody's been here.\nSCHON. Who lets a dancer come on thru two acts\nin raincoats?\nALVA. Who is the prince?\nSCHON. Shall we see each other afterwards?\nALVA. Are you alone?\nSCHON. With acquaintances. At Peter's?\nALVA. At twelve?\nSCHON. At twelve. {Exit.)\nLULU. I'd given up hoping he'd ever come.\nALVA. Don't let yourself be misled by his grumpy\ngrowls. If you'll only be careful not to spend your\nstrength before the last number begins— {Lulu steps"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.62", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT HI\n\nout in a classical, sleeveless dress, white with a red border,\na bright wreath in her hair and a basket of flowers in her\nhands.)\nLULU. He doesn't seem to have noticed at all how\ncleverly you have used your performers.\nALVA. I won't blow in sun, moon and stars in the\nfirst act!\nLULU. {Sipping.) You disclose me by degrees.\nALVA. I knew, though, that you knew all about chang-\ning costumes.\nLULU. If I'd wanted to sell my flowers this way be-\nfore the Alhambra cafe, they'd have had me behind lock\nand key right off the very first night.\nALVA. Why? You were a child!\n* i\nLULU. Do you remember me when I entered your\nroom the first time?\nALVA. You wore a dark blue dress with black velvet.\nLULU. They had to stick me somewhere and didn't\nknow where.\nALVA. My mother had been lying sick two years then.\nLULU. You were playing theater, and asked me if I\nwanted to play too.\nALVA. To be sure! We played theater!\nLULU. I see you still—the way you shoved the figures\nback and forth.\nALVA. For a long time my most terrible memory\nwas when all at once I saw clearly into your relations—\nLULU. \\ou got icy curt towards me then.\nALVA. Oh, God— I saw in you something so infinitely\nfar above me. I had perhaps a higher devotion to you\nthan to my mother. Think—when my mother died—l\nwas seventeen—1 went and stood before my father and"}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.63", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\ndemanded that he make you his wife on the spot or we'd\nhave to fight a duel.\nLULU. He told me that at the time.\nALVA. Since I've grown older, I can only pity him.\nHe will never comprehend me. There he is making up\na story for himself about a little diplomatic game that\nputs me in the role of laboring against his marriage with\nthe Countess.\nLULU. Does she still look as innocently as ever at the\nworld ?\nALVA. She loves him. I'm convinced of that. Her\nfamily has tried everything to make her turn back. I\ndon't think any sacrifice in the world would be too great\nfor her for his sake.\nLULU. (Holds out her glass to him.) A little more,\nplease.\nALVA. ( Giving it to her.) You're drinking too much.\nLULU. He shall learn to believe in my success! He\ndoesn't believe in any art. He believes only in papers.\nALVA. He believes in nothing.\nLULU. He brought me into the theater in order that\nsomeone might eventually be found rich enough to marry\nme.\nALVA. Well, alright. Why need that trouble us?\nLULU. lamto be glad if I can dance myself into a mil-\nlionaire's heart.\nALVA. God defend that anyone should take you from\nus!\nLULU. You've composed the music for it, though.\nALVA. YOU know that it was always my wish to write\na piece for you.\nLULU. lam not at all made for the stage, however.\nALVA. YOU came into the world a dancer!"}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.64", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT 111\n\nLULU. Why don't you write your things at least as\ninteresting as life is?\nALVA. Because if we did no man would believe us.\nLULU. If I didn't know more about acting than the\npeople on the stage do, what might not have happened\nto me?\nALVA. I've provided your part with all the impossibili-\nties imaginable, though.\nLULU. With hocus-pocus like that no dog is lured\nfrom the stove in the real world.\nALVA. It's enough for me that the public finds itself\nmost tremendously stirred up.\nLULU. But /'d like to find myself most tremendously\nstirred up. (Drinks.)\nALVA. You don't seem to be in need of much more for\nthat.\nLULU. No one of them realizes anything about the\nothers. Each thinks that he alone is the unhappy victim.\nALVA. But how can you feel that?\nLULU. There runs up one's body such an icy shudder.\nALVA. You are incredible. (An electric bell rings over\nthe door.)\nLULU. My cape. ... I shall keep in the proscenium!\nALVA. (Putting a wide shawl round her shoulders.)\nHere is your cape.\nLULU. He shall have nothing more to fear for his\nshameless boosting.\nALVA. Keep yourself under control!\nLULU. God grant that I dance the last sparks of in-\ntelligence out of their heads. (Exit.)\nALVA. Yes, a more interesting piece could be written\nabout her. (SitSj right, and takes out his note-book.\nWrites. Looks up.) First act: Dr. Goll. Rotten al-"}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.65", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nready! I can call up Dr. Goll from purgatory or wher-\never else he's doing penance for his orgies, but I'll be made\nresponsible for his sins. ( much\ndeadened applause and bravos outside.) They rage there\nas in a menagery when the meat appears at the cage.\nSecond act: Walter Schwarz. Still more impossible!\nHow our souls do strip off their last coverings in the\nlight of such lightning-strokes! Third act? Is it really\nto go on this way? ( The attendant opens the door from\noutside and lets Escerny enter. He acts as though he were\nat home, and without greeting Alva takes the chair near\nthe mirror. Alva continues, not heeding him.) It can\nnot go on this way in the third act!\nESCERNY. Up to the middle of the third act it didn't\nseem to go so well to-day as usual.\nALVA. I was not on the stage.\nESCERNY. Now she's in full career again.\nALVA. She's lengthening each number.\nESCERNY. I once had the pleasure of meeting the\nartiste at Schon's.\nALVA. My father has brought her before the public\nby some critiques in his paper.\nESCERNY. ( Bowing slightly.) I was conferring with\nDr. Schon about the publication of my discoveries at Lake\nTanganika.\nALVA. ( Bowing slightly.) His remarks leave no doubt\nthat he takes the liveliest interest in your work.\nESCERNY. It's a very good thing in the artiste that the\npublic does not exist for her at all.\nALVA. As a child she learned the quick changing of\nclothes; but I was surprised to discover such an expressive\ndancer in her.\nESCERNY. When she dances her solo she is intoxicated"}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.66", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT HI\n\nwith her own beauty, with which she herself seems to be\nmortally in love.\nALVA. Here she comes. ( and opens the door.\nEnter Lulu.)\nLULU. ( Without wreath or to Alva.) You're\ncalled for. I was three times before the curtain. {To\nEscerny.) Dr. Schon is not in your box?\nESCERNY. Not in mine.\nALVA. (To Lulu.) Didn't you see him?\nLULU. He is probably away again.\nESCERNY. He has the last parquet-box on the left.\nLULU. It seems he is ashamed of me!\nALVA. There wasn't a good seat left for him.\nLULU. {To Alva.) Ask him, though, if he likes me\nbetter now.\nALVA. I'll send him up.\nESCERNY. He applauded.\nLULU. Did he really?\nALVA. Give yourself some rest. {Exit.)\nLULU. I've got to change again now.\nESCERNY. But your maid isn't here?\nLULU. I can do it quicker alone. Where did you say\nDr. Schon was sitting?\nESCERNY. I saw him in the left parquet-box farthest\nback.\nLULU. I've still five costumes before me now; dancing-\ngirl, ballerina, queen of the night, Ariel, and Lascaris. . . .\n{She goes behind the Spanish screen.)\nESCERNY. Would you think it possible that at our first\nmeeting I expected nothing more than to make the ac-\nquaintance of a young lady of the literary world? . . .\n{He sits at the left of the centre table, and remains there\nto the end of the scene.) Have I perhaps erred in my"}, {"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.67", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\njudgment of your nature, or did I rightly interpret the\nsmile which the thundering storms of applause called forth\non your lips? That you are secretly pained at the neces-\nsity of profaning your art before people of doubtful dis-\ninterestedness? ( Lulu makes no answer.) That you\nwould gladly exchange at any moment the shimmer of\npublicity for a quiet, sunny happiness in distinguished se-\nclusion? ( Lulu makes no answer.) That you feel in\nyourself enough dignity and high rank to fetter a man to\nyour feet—in order to enjoy his utter helplessness? . . .\n(Lulu makes no answer.) That in a comfortable, richly\nfurnished villa you would feel in a more fitting place than\nhere,—with unlimited means, to live completely as your\nown mistress? (Lulu steps forth in a short, bright,\npleated petticoat and white satin bodice, black shoes and\nstockings, and spurs with bells at her heels.)\nLULU. (Busy with the lacing of her bodice.) If\nthere's just one evening I don't go on, I dream the whole\nnight that I'm dancing and feel the next day as if I'd been\nracked.\nESCERNY. But what difference could it make to you\nto see before you instead of this mob one spectator,\nspecially elect?\nLULU. That would make no difference. I don't see\nanybody anyway.\nESCERNY. A lighted summer-house—the splashing of\nthe water near at hand. ... I am forced in my exploring-\ntrips to the practise of a quite inhuman tyranny—\nLULU. {Putting on a pearl necklace before the mir-\nror.) A good school!\nESCERNY. And if I now long to deliver myself unre-\nservedly into the power of a woman, that is a natural\nneed for relaxation. . . . Can you imagine a greater life-"}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.68", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT 111\n\nhappiness for a woman than to have a man entirely in her\npower ?\nLULU. ( Jingling her heels.) Oh yes!\nESCERNY. {Disconcerted.) Among cultured men you\nwill find not one who doesn't lose his head over you.\nLULU. Your wishes, however, no one will fulfill with-\nout deceiving you.\nESCERNY. To be deceived by a girl like you must be\nten times more enrapturing than to be uprightly loved by\nanybody else.\nLULU. You have never in your life been uprightly\nloved by a girl! (Turning her back to him and point-\ning.) Would you undo this knot for me? I've laced my-\nself too tight. lam always so excited getting dressed.\nESCERNY. {After repeated efforts.) I'm sorry; I can't.\nLULU. Then leave it. Perhaps I can. {Goes left.)\nESCERNY. I confess that I am lacking in deftness.\nMaybe I was not docile enough with women.\nLULU. And probably you don't have much oppor-\ntunity to be so in Africa, either?\nESCERNY. {Seriously.) Let me openly admit to you\nthat my loneliness in the world embitters many hours.\nLULU. The knot is almost done. . . .\nESCERNY. What draws me to you is not your dancing.\nIt's your physical and mental refinement, as it is revealed\nin every one of your movements. Anyone who is so much\ninterested in art as I am could not be deceived in that.\nFor ten evenings I've been studying your spiritual life in\nyour dance, until to-day when you entered as the flower-\ngirl I became perfectly clear. Yours is a grand nature—\nunselfish; you can see no one suffer; you embody the joy\nof life. As a wife you will make a man happy above all"}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.69", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nthings. ... You are all open-heartedness. You would\nbe a poor actor. ( The bell rings again.)\nLULU. ( Having somewhat loosened her laces, takes a\ndeep breath and jingles her spurs.) Now I can breathe\nagain. The curtain is going up. ( takes from the\ncentre table a skirt-dance costume—of bright yellow silk,\nwithout a waist, closed at the neck, reaching to the ankles,\nwith wide, loose sleeves—and throws it over her.) I must\ndance.\nESCERNY. ( Rises and kisses her hand.) Allow me to\nremain here a little while longer.\nLULU. Please, stay.\nESCERNY. I need some solitude. ( goes out.)\nWhat is to be aristocratic? To be eccentric, like me?\nOr to be perfect in body and mind, like this girl? (Ap-\nplause and bravos outside.) He who gives me back my\nfaith in men, gives me back my life. Should not the\nchildren of this woman be more princely, body and soul,\nthan the children whose mother has no more vitality in\nher than I have felt in me until to-day? ( right;\necstatically.) The dance has ennobled her body. .. .\n( Alva enters.)\nALVA. One is never sure a moment that some miser-\nable chance may not throw the whole performance out\nfor good. {He throws himself into the big chair, left, so\nthat the two men are in exactly reversed positions from\ntheir former ones. Both converse somewhat boredly and\napathetically.)\nESCERNY. But the public has never yet shown itself\nso grateful.\nALVA. She's finished the skirt-dance.\nESCERNY. I hear her coming. . . ."}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.70", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT 111\n\nALVA. She isn't coming. She has no time. She\nchanges her costume in the wings.\nESCERNY. She has two ballet-costumes, if I'm not mis-\ntaken ?\nALVA. I find the white one more becoming to her than\nthe rose.\nESCERNY. Do yOU?\nALVA. Don't you?\nESCERNY. I find she looks too body-less in the white\ntulle.\nALVA. I find she looks too animal in the rose-tulle.\nESCERNY. I don't find that.\nALVA. The white tulle expresses more the child-like\nin her nature.\nESCERNY. The rose tulle expresses more the female in\nher nature. ( The electric bell rings over the door. Alva\njumps up.)\nALVA. For heaven's sake, what is wrong?\nESCERNY. (Getting up too). What's the matter?\n(The electric bell goes on ringing to the close of the\ndialogue.)\nALVA. Something's gone wrong there—\nESCERNY. How can you get so suddenly frightened?\nALVA. That must be a hellish confusion! {He runs\nout. Escerny follows him. The door remains open.\nFaint dance-music heard. Pause. Lulu enters in a long\ncloak, and shuts the door to behind her. She wears a\nrose-colored ballet costume with flower garlands. She\nwalks across the stage and sits down in the big arm-chair\nnear the mirror. After a pause Alva returns.)\nALVA. You had a faint?\nLULU. Please lock the door.\nALVA. At least come down to the stage."}, {"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.71", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nLULU. Did you see him?\nALVA. See whom ?\nLULU. With his bride?\nALVA. With his— (To Schon, who enters.) You\nmight have spared yourself that jest!\nSCHON. What's the matter with her? (To Lulu.)\nHow can you play the scene straight at me!\nLULU. I feel as if I'd been whipped.\nSCHON. (After bolting the door.) You will dance—\nas sure as I've taken the responsibility for you!\nLULU. Before your bride?\nSCHON. Have you a right to trouble yourself before\nwhom? You've been engaged here. You receive your\nsalary . . .\nLULU. Is that your affair?\nSCHON. You dance for anyone who buys a ticket.\nWhom I sit with in my box has nothing to do with your\nbusiness!\nALVA. I wish you'd stayed sitting in your box! (To\nLulu.) Tell me, please, what lam to do. (A knock at\nthe door.) There is the manager. (Calls.) Yes, in a\nmoment! (To Lulu.) You won't compel us to break\noff the performance?\nSCHON. (To Lulu.) Onto the stage with you!\nLULU. Let me have just a moment! I can't now.\nI'm utterly miserable.\nALVA. The devil take the whole theater crowd!\nLULU. Put in the next number. No one will notice\nif I dance now or in five minutes. There's no strength\nin my feet.\nALVA. But you will dance then?\nLULU. As well as I can."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.72", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT HI\n\nALVA. As badly as you like. knock at the door\nagain.) I'm coming.\nLULU. ( When Alva is gone.) You are right to show\nme where my place is. You couldn't do it better than by\nletting me dance the skirt-dance before your fiancee. . . .\nYou do me the greatest service when you point out where\nI belong.\nSCHON. ( Sardonically.) For you with your origin\nit's incomparable luck to still have the chance of entering\nbefore respectable people!\nLULU. Even when my shamelessness makes them not\nknow where to look.\nSCHON. Nonsense!—Shamelessness?—Don't make a\nnecessity of virtue! Your shamelessness is balanced with\ngold for you at every step. One cries \"bravo,\" an-\nother \"fie\"—it's all the same to you! Can you wish for\na more brilliant triumph than when a respectable girl can\nhardly be kept in the box? Has your life any other aim?\nAs long as you still have a spark of self-respect, you are no\nperfect dancer. The more terribly you make people shud-\nder, the higher you stand in your profession!\nLULU. But it is absolutely indifferent to me what they\nthink of me. I don't, in the least, want to be any better\nthan I am. I'm content with myself.\nSCHON. {ln ?noral indignation.) That is your true\nnature. I call that straightforward! A corruption!!\nLULU. I wouldn't have known that I had a spark of\nself-respect—\nSCHON. {Suddenly distrustful.) No harlequinading—\nLULU. O Lord—I know very well what I'd have be-\ncome if you hadn't saved me from it.\nSCHON. Are you then, perhaps, something different to-\nday?"}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.73", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nLULU. God be thanked, no!\nSCHON. That is right!\nLULU. {Laughs.) And how awfully glad lam about\nit.\nSCHON. {Spits.) Will you dance now?\nLULU. In anything, before anyone!\nSCHON. Then down to the stage!\nLULU. {Begging like a child.) Just a minute more!\nPlease! I can't stand up straight yet. They'll ring.\nSCHON. You have become what you are in spite of\neverything I sacrificed for your education and your wel-\nfare.\nLULU. Had you overrated your ennobling influence?\nSCHON. Spare me your witticisms.\nLULU. The prince was here.\nSCHON. Well?\nLULU. He takes me with him to Africa.\nSCHON. Africa?\nLULU. Why not? Didn't you make me a dancer just\nso that someone might come and take me away with him?\nSCHON. But not to Africa, though!\nLULU. Then why didn't you let me fall quietly in a\nfaint, and silently thank heaven for it?\nSCHON. Because, more's the pity, I had no reason for\nbelieving in your faint!\nLULU. {Making fun of him.) You couldn't bear it\nany longer out there?\nSCHON. Because I had to bring home to you what you\nare and to whom you are not to look up.\nLULU. You were afraid, though, that my legs might\nhave been seriously injured?\nSCHON. I know too well you are indestructible.\nLULU. So you know that?"}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.74", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT 111\n\nSCHON. ( Bursting out.) Don't look at me so im-\npudently !\nLULU. No one is keeping you here.\nSCHON. I'm going as soon as the bell rings.\nLULU. As soon as you have the energy! Where is\nyour energy? You have been engaged three years. Why\ndon't you marry? You recognize no obstacles. Why do\nyou want to put the blame on me? You ordered me to\nmarry Dr. Goll: I forced Dr. Goll to marry me. You\nordered me to marry the painter: I made the best of a\nbad bargain. Artists are your creatures, princes your\nproteges. Why don't you marry?\nSCHON. {Raging.) Do you imagine you stand in\nthe way?\nLULU. {From here to the end of the act triumphant.)\nIf you knew how happy your rage is making me! How\nproud I am that you should humble me by every means\nin your power! You debase me as deep—as deep as a\nwoman can be debased, for you hope you can then jump\nover me easier. But you have suffered unspeakably your-\nself from everything you just said to me. I see it in you.\nAlready you are near the end of your self-command. Go!\nFor your innocent fiancee's sake, leave me alone! One\nminute more, your mood will change around and you'll\nmake a scene with me of another kind, that you can't\nanswer for now.\nSCHON. I fear you no longer.\nLULU. Me? Fear yourself! I do not need you. I\nbeg you to go! Don't give me the blame. You know\nI don't need to faint to destroy your future. You have\nunlimited confidence in my honorableness. You believe\nnot only that I'm an ensnaring daughter of Eve; you\nbelieve, too, that I'm a very good-natured creature. lam"}, {"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.75", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nneither the one nor the other. Your misfortune is only\nthat you think I am.\nSCHON. ( Desperate.) Leave my thoughts alone!\nYou have two men under the sod. Take the prince,\ndance him into the earth! lam thru with you. I know\nwhen the angel in you stops off and the devil begins. If\nI take the world as it's made, the Creator must be re-\nsponsible, not I! To me life is not an amusement!\nLULU. And, therefore, you make claims on life greater\nthan anyone can make. Tell me, who of us two is more\nfull of claims and demands, you or I ?\nSCHON. Be silent! I don't know how or what I think.\nWhen I hear you, I don't think any more. In a week\nI'll be married. I conjure you, by the angel that is in\nyou, during that time come no more to my sight!\nLULU. I will lock my doors.\nSCHON. Go on and boast! God knows since I've been\nwrestling with the world and with life I have cursed no\none like you!\nLULU. That comes from my lowly origin.\nSCHON. From your depravity!\nLULU. With a thousand pleasures I take the blame\non myself! You must feel clean now; you must think\nyourself a model of austerity now, a paragon of unflinch-\ning principle! Otherwise you could never marry the child\nin her boundless inexperience—\nSCHON. Do you want me to grab you and—\nLULU. Yes! What must I say to make you? Not\nfor the world would I change with the innocent kid now!\nTho the girl loves you as no woman has ever loved you\nyet!\nSCHON. Silence, beast! Silence!"}, {"page_pdf": 76, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.76", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT HI\n\nLULU. Marry her—and then she'll dance in her child-\nish wretchedness before m y eyes, instead of I before hers!\nSCHON. (Raising his fists.) God forgive me—\nLULU. Strike me! Where is your riding-whip ? Strike\nme on the legs—\nSCHON. ( Grasping his temples.) Away, away!\n( Rushes to the door, recollects himself, turns around.)\nCan Igo before the girl now, this way? Home!\nLULU. Be a man! Look yourself in the face once:—\nyou have no trace of a conscience; you are frightened\nat no wickedness; in the most cold-blooded way you mean\nto make the girl that loves you unhappy; you conquer\nhalf the world; you do what you please;—and you know\nas well as I that—\nSCHON. ( Sunk in the chair, right centre, utterly ex-\nhausted.) Stop!\nLULU. That you are too weak—to tear yourself away\nfrom me.\nSCHON. {Groaning.) Oh! Oh! You make me\nweep.\nLULU. This moment makes m e I cannot tell you\nhow glad.\nSCHON. My age! My position!\nLULU. He cries like a child—the terrible man of\nmight! Now go so to your bride and tell her what kind\nof a girl I am at heart—not a bit jealous!\nSCHON. (Sobbing.) The child ! The innocent child!\nLULU. How can the incarnate devil get so weak all\nof a sudden! But now go, please. You are nothing more\nnow to me.\nSCHON. I cannot go to her.\nLULU. Out with you. Come back to me when you\nhave regained your strength again."}, {"page_pdf": 77, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.77", "texte": "ACT lII]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. Tell me in God's name what I must do.\nLULU. ( Gets up; her cloak remains on the chair.\nShoving aside the costumes on the centre table.) Here is\nwriting-paper—\nSCHON. I can't write. . . .\nLULU. (Upright behind him, her arm on the back of\nhis chair.) Write! \"My dear young lady. . . .\"\nSCHON. ( Hesitating.)l call her Adelheid .. .\nLULU. {With emphasis.) \"My dear young lady .. .\"\nSCHON. My sentence of death! {He writes.)\nLULU. \"Take back your promise. I cannot reconcile\nit with my conscience—\" {Schon drops the pen and glances\nup at her entreatingly.) Write conscience! —\"to fasten\nyou to my unhappy lot. . . .\"\nSCHON. {Writing.) You are right. You are right.\nLULU. \"I give you my word that I am unworthy of\nyour love—\" {Schon turns round again.) Write love!\n\"These lines are the proof of it. For three years I have\ntried to tear myself loose; I have not the strength. lam\nwriting you by the side of the woman that commands me.\nForget me. Dr. Ludwig Schon.\"\nSCHON. {Groaning.) O God!\nLULU. {Half startled.) No, no O God! {With em-\nphasis.) \"Dr. Ludwig Schon.\" Postscript: \"Do not at-\ntempt to save me.\"\nSCHON. {Having written to the end, quite collapses.)\nNow—comes the—execution.\nCURTAIN"}, {"page_pdf": 78, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.78", "texte": "ACT IV\nA splendid hall in German Renaissance style, with a\nthick floor of oak-blocks. The lower half of the walls\nof dark carved wood; the upper half on both sides hung\nwith faded Gobelins. At rear, a curtained gallery from\nwhich a monumental stair-case leads, right, half-way down\nthe stage. At centre, under the gallery, the entrance-door,\nwith twisted posts and pediment. At left, a high and\nspacious fire-place with a Chinese folding screen before it.\nFurther down, left, a French window onto a\nwith heavy curtains, closed. Down right, door hung with\nGenoese velvet. Near it, a broad ottoman, with a chair\non its left. Behind, near the foot of the stairs, Pier-\nrot-picture on a decorative stand and in a gold frame made\nto look antique. In the centre of the hall, a heavy square\ntable, with three high-backed upholstered chairs round it\nand a vase of white flowers on it.\nCountess Geschwitz sits on the ottoman, in a soldier-like,\nfur-trimmed waist, high, upright collar, enormous cuff-\nlinks, a veil over her face and her hands clasped con-\nvulsively in her muff. Schon stands down right. Lulu,\nin a big-flowered morning-dress, her hair in a simple knot\nin a golden circlet, sits in the arm-chair left of the ottoman.\nGESCHWITZ. You can't think how glad I shall be to see\nyou at our artists' ball. (To Lulu.)\nSCHON. Is there no sort of possibility of a person like\nme smuggling in?\nGESCHWITZ. It would be high treason if any of us lent\nherself to such an intrigue."}, {"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.79", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. (Crossing to the centre table, behind the otto-\nman.) The glorious flowers!\nLULU. Fraulein von Geschwitz brought me those.\nGESCHWITZ. Don't mention it. Oh, you'll be in man's\ncostume, won't you?\nLULU. Do you think that becomes me?\nGESCHWITZ. You're a dream here. (Signifying the\npicture.)\nLULU. My husband doesn't like it.\nGESCHWITZ. Is it by a local man?\nLULU. You will hardly have known him.\nGESCHWITZ. No longer living?\nSCHON. ( Down left, with a deep voice.) He had\nenough.\nLULU. You're in bad temper. ( controls him-\nself. )\nGESCHWITZ. (Getting up.) I must go, Mrs. Schon.\nI can't stay any longer. This evening we have life-\nclass, and I have still so much to get ready for the ball.\nGood-bye, Dr. Schon. {Exit, up-stage. Lulu accompanies\nher. Schon looks around him.)\nSCHON. Pure Augean stable. That, the end of my life.\nThey ought to show me a corner that's still clean. The\npest in the house. The poorest day-laborer has his tidy\nnest. Thirty years' work, and this my family circle, the\ncircle of my people— {Glancing round.) God knows\nwho is overhearing me again now! {Draws a revolver\nfrom his breast pocket.) Man is, indeed, uncertain of his\nlife! {The cocked revolver in his right hand, he goes\nleft and speaks at the closed window curtains.) That,\nmy family circle! The fellow still has courage! Shall I\nnot rather shoot myself in the head ? Against deadly\nenemies one fights, but the— {Throws up the curtains,"}, {"page_pdf": 80, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.80", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nbut finds no one hidden behind them.) The dirt—the\ndirt. . . . ( Shakes his head and crosses right.) Insanity\nhas already conquered my reason, or else—exceptions prove\nthe rule! ( Hearing Lulu coming he puts the revolver\nback in his pocket. Lulu comes down right.)\nLULU. Couldn't you get away for this afternoon?\nSCHON. Just what did that Countess want?\nLULU. I don't know. She wants to paint me.\nSCHON. Misfortune in human guise, that waits upon\none.\nLULU. Couldn't you get away, then? I would so\nlike to drive thru the grounds with you.\nSCHON. Just the day when I must be at the exchange.\nYou know that I'm not free to-day. All my property\nis drifting on the waves.\nLULU. I'd sooner be dead and buried than let my life\nbe embittered so by my property.\nSCHON. Who takes life lightly does not take death\nhard.\nLULU. As a child I always had the most horrible fear\nof death.\nSCHON. That is just why I married you.\nLULU. (With her arms round his neck.) You're in\nbad humor. You give yourself too much work. For\nweeks and months I've seen nothing of you.\nSCHON. (Stroking her hair.) Your light-heartedness\nshould cheer up my old days.\nLULU. Indeed, you didn't marry me at all.\nSCHON. Who else did I marry then?\nLULU. I married you!\nSCHON. How does that alter anything?\nLULU. I was always afraid it would alter a great deal.\nSCHON. It has, indeed, crushed a great deal underfoot."}, {"page_pdf": 81, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.81", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nLULU. But not one thing, praise God!\nSCHON. Of that I should be covetous.\nLULU. Your love for me. {Schon s face twitches, he\nsigns to her to go out in front of him. Both exeunt lower\nright. Countess Geschwitz cautiously opens the rear door,\nventures forth, and listens. Hearing voices approaching in\nthe gallery above her, she starts suddenly.)\nGESCHWITZ. Oh dear, there's somebody— {Hides\nbehind the fire-screen.)\nSCHIGOLCH. {Steps out from the curtains onto the\nstairs, turns back.) Has the youngster left his heart be-\nhind him in the \"Nightlight\" cafe?\nRODRIGO. {Between the curtains.) He is still too\nsmall for the great world, and can't walk so far on foot\nyet. (He disappears.)\nSCHIGOLCH. {Coming down the stairs.) God be\nthanked we're home again at last! What damned skunk\nhas waxed the stairs again? If I have to have my joints\nset in plaster again before being called home, she can\njust present me between the palms here to her relations as\nthe Venus de' Medici. Nothing but steep rocks and\nstumbling blocks!\nRODRIGO. {Comes down the stairs, carrying Hugenberg\nin his arms.) This thing has a royal police-captain for a\nfather and not as much courage in his body as the rag-\ngedest hobo!\nHUGENBERG. If there was nothing more to it than life\nand death, then you'd soon learn to know me!\nRODRIGO. Even with his lover's woe, little brother\ndon't weigh more than sixty kilos. I'll let myself be\nhung on that statement any time.\nSCHIGOLCH. Throw him up to the ceiling and catch"}, {"page_pdf": 82, "page_imprimee": "80", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.82", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nhim by the feet. That'll whip his young blood into the\nproper rhythm right from the start.\nHUGENBERG. ( Kicking his legs.) Hooray, hooray, I\nshall be expelled from school!\nRODRIGO. (Setting him down at the foot of the stairs.)\nYou've never been to any sensible school at all yet.\nSCHIGOLCH. Here many a man has already won his\nspurs. Only, no timidity! First, I'll set before you a\ndrop of what can't be had anywhere for money. (\na cupboard under the stairs.)\nHUGENBERG. Now if she doesn't come dancing in on\nthe instant, I'll wallop you two so you'll still rub your\ntails in the hereafter.\nRODRIGO. ( Seated left of the table.) The strongest\nman in the world little brother will wallop! Let mamma\nput long trowsers on you first. (Hugenberg sits opposite\nhim.)\nHUGENBERG. I'd rather you lent me your mustache.\nRODRIGO. Maybe you want her to throw you out of\nthe door straight off?\nHUGENBERG. If I only knew now what the devil I\nwas going to say to her!\nRODRIGO. That she knows best herself.\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Putting two bottles and three glasses on\nthe table.) I started in on one of them yesterday. (Fills\nthe glasses.)\nRODRIGO. ( Guarding Hugenberg's.) Don't give him\ntoo much, or we'll both have to pay for it.\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Supporting himself with both hands on\nthe table-top.) Will the gentlemen smoke?\nHUGENBERG. {Opening his cigarette case.) Havana-\nimported !"}, {"page_pdf": 83, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.83", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nRODRIGO. (Helping himself.) From papa police-\ncaptain ?\nSCHIGOLCH. {Sitting.) Everything in the house is\nmine. You only need to ask.\nHUGENBERG. I made a poem to her yesterday.\nRODRIGO. What did you make to her?\nSCHIGOLCH. What did he make to her?\nHUGENBERG. A poem.\nRODRIGO. {To Schigolch.) A poem.\nSCHIGOLCH. He's promised me a dollar if I can spy out\nwhere he can meet her alone.\nHUGENBERG. Just who does live here?\nRODRIGO. Here we live!\nSCHIGOLCH. Jour fix—every stock-market day! Our\nhealth. {They clink.)\nHUGENBERG. Should I read it to her first, maybe?\nSCHIGOLCH. {To Rodrigo.) What's he mean?\nRODRIGO. His poem. He'd like to stretch her out and\ntorture her a little first.\nSCHIGOLCH. {Staring at Hugenberg.) His eyes! His\neyes!\nRODRIGO. His eyes, yes. They've robbed her of sleep\nfor a week.\nSCHIGOLCH. {To Rodrigo.) You can have yourself\npickled.\nRODRIGO. We can both have ourselves pickled! Our\nhealth, gossip Death!\nSCHIGOLCH. {Clinking with him.) Health, jack-in-\nthe-box! If it's still better later on, I'm ready for de-\nparture at any moment; but—but— {Lulu enters right,\nin an elegant Parisian ball-dress, much decollete, with\nflowers in breast and hair.)\nLULU. But children, children, I expect company!"}, {"page_pdf": 84, "page_imprimee": "82", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.84", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nSCHIGOLCH. But I can tell you what, those things must\n/\ncost something over there! { has risen. Lulu\nsits on the arm of his chair.)\nLULU. You've fallen into pretty company! I expect\nvisitors, children!\nSCHIGOLCH. I guess I've got to stick something in\nthere, too. {He searches among the flowers on the table.)\nLULU. Do I look well ?\nSCHIGOLCH. What are those you've got there?\nLULU. Orchids. {Bending over Hugenberg.) Smell.\nRODRIGO. Do you expect Prince Escerny?\nLULU. {Shaking her head.) God forbid!\nRODRIGO. So somebody else again—!\nLULU. The prince has gone traveling.\nRODRIGO. To put his kingdom up for auction?\nLULU. He's spying out a fresh tribe in the neighbor-\nhood of Africa. {Rises, hurries up the stairs, and steps\ninto the gallery.)\nRODRIGO. {To Schigolch.) He wanted to marry her\noriginally.\nSCHIGOLCH. {Sticking a lily in his button-hole.) I,\ntoo, wanted to marry her originally.\nRODRIGO. You wanted to marry her originally?\nSCHIGOLCH. Didn't you, too, want to marry her\noriginally ?\nRODRIGO. You bet I wanted to marry her originally!\nSCHIGOLCH. Who has not wanted to marry her orig-\ninally !!\nRODRIGO. I would never have got a better!\nSCHIGOLCH. She has let no one regret that he didn't\nmarry her.\nRODRIGO. Then she's not your child?\nSCHIGOLCH. Never occurs to her."}, {"page_pdf": 85, "page_imprimee": "83", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.85", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nHUGENBERG. What is her father's name then?\nSCHIGOLCH. She has boasted of me!\nHUGENBERG. What is her father's name then?\nSCHIGOLCH. What's he say?\nRODRIGO. What her father's name is.\nSCHIGOLCH. She never had one.\nLULU. ( Comes down from gallery and sits again\non Hugenberg'schair-arm.) What have I never had?\nALL THREE. A father.\nLULU. Yes, sure—I'm a wonder-child. {To Hugen-\nberg.) How are you getting along with your father?\nRODRIGO. He smokes a respectable cigar, anyway, the\npolice-captain.\nSCHIGOLCH. Have you locked up upstairs?\nLULU. There is the key.\nSCHIGOLCH. Better have left it in the lock.\nLULU. Why?\nSCHIGOLCH. So no one can unlock it from outside.\nRODRIGO. Isn't he at the stock-exchange?\nLULU. Oh, yes, but he suffers from persecution-mania.\nRODRIGO. I take him by the feet, and yup!—there he\nstays sticking to the roof.\nLULU. He hunts you into a mouse-hole with the cor-\nner of his eye.\nRODRIGO. What does he hunt? Who does he hunt?\n\\\n{Baring his arm.) Just look at this biceps!\nLULU. Show me. {Goes left.)\nRODRIGO. {Hitting himself on the muscle.) Granite.\nWrought-iron!\nLULU. {Feeling by turns arm and her own.)\nIf you only didn't have such long ears—\nFERDINAND. {Entering, rear-centre.) Doctor Schon!\nRODRIGO. The rogue! {Jumps up, starts behind the"}, {"page_pdf": 86, "page_imprimee": "84", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.86", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nfire-screen, recoils.) God preserve me! {Hides, lower\nleft, behind the curtains.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Give me the key! (Takes it and drags\nhimself up the stairs.)\nLULU. {Hugenberg having slid under the table.)\nShow him in!\nHUGENBERG. ( Under the front edge of the table-cloth,\nlistening; to himself.) If he doesn't stay—we'll be alone.\nLULU. {Poking him with her toe.) Sh! {Hugenberg\ndisappears. Alva is shown in by Ferdinand.)\nALVA. {ln evening dress.) Methinks the matinee will\ntake place with burning lamps. I've— {Notices Schi-\ngolch painfully climbing the stairs.) What the is\nthat?\nLULU. An old friend of your father's.\nALVA. Wholly unknown to me.\nLULU. They were in the campaign together. He's aw-\nfully badly—\nALVA. Is my father here then?\nLULU. He drank a glass with him. He had to go to\nthe stock market. We'll have lunch before we go, won't\nwe?\nALVA. When does it begin?\nLULU. After two. {Alva still follows Schigolch with\nhis eyes.) How do you like me? {Schigolch disappears\nthru the gallery.)\nALVA. Had I not better be silent to you on that point ?\nLULU. I only mean my appearance.\nALVA. Your dressmaker manifestly knows you better\nthan I may permit myself to know you.\nLULU. When I saw myself in the glass I could have\nwished to be a man—my man!—\nALVA. You seem to envy your man the joy you offer"}, {"page_pdf": 87, "page_imprimee": "85", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.87", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nto him. (Lulu is at the right, Alva at the left, of the\ncentre table. He regards her with shy satisfaction. Ferdi-\nnand enters, rear, covers the table and lays tivo plates, etc.,\na bottle of Pommery, and hors A oeuvres.) Have you a\ntoothache?\nLULU. ( Across to Alva.) Don't.\nFERDINAND. Doctor Schon-. . .?\nALVA. He seems so puckered-up and tearful to-day.\nFERDINAND. ( Thru his teeth.) One is only a man\nafter all. (Exit.)\nLULU. (When both are seated.) What I always\nthink most highly of in you is your firmness of character.\nYou're so perfectly sure of yourself. Even when you must\nhave been afraid of quarreling with your father about it,\nyou always stood up for me like a brother just the same.\nALVA. Let's drop that. It's just my fate— (Moves\nto lift up the table-cloth in front.)\nLULU. (Quickly.) That was me.\nALVA. Impossible! It's just my fate, with the most\nfrivolous ideas always to seize on the best.\nLULU. You deceive yourself if you make yourself out\nworse than you are.\nALVA. Why do you flatter me so? It is true that\nperhaps there is no man living, so bad as I—who has\nbrought about so much good.\nLULU. In any case you're the only man in the world\nwho's protected me without lowering me in my own eyes!\nALVA. DO you think that so easy? (Schon appears in\nthe gallery cautiously parting the hangings between the\nmiddle pillars. He starts, and whispers, \"My own son!\")\nWith gifts from God like yours, one turns those around\none to criminals without ever dreaming of it. I, too, am"}, {"page_pdf": 88, "page_imprimee": "86", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.88", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nonly flesh and blood, and if we hadn't grown up with each\nother like brother and sister—\nLULU. That's why, too, I give myself to you alone\nquite without reserve. From you I have nothing to fear.\nALVA. I assure you there are moments when one ex-\npects to see one's whole inner self cave in. The more self-\nrestraint a man loads onto himself, the easier he breaks\ndown. Nothing will save him from that except— (Stops\nto look under the table.)\nLULU. {Quickly.) What are you looking for?\nALVA. I conjure you, let me keep my confession of\nfaith to myself! As an inviolable sanctity you were more\nto me than with all your gifts you could be to anyone else\nin your life!\nLULU. How do you come to think on that so entirely\ndifferently from your father? (\nchanges the plates and serves broiled chicken with salad.)\nALVA. {To him.) Are you sick?\nLULU. {To Alva.) Let him be!\nALVA. He's trembling as if he had fever.\nFERDINAND. lam not yet so used to waiting . . .\nALVA. You must have something prescribed for you.\nFERDINAND. {Thru his teeth.) I'm a coachman\nusually— (Exit.)\nSCHON. {Whispering from the gallery.) So, he too.\n{Seats himself behind the rail, able to cover himself with\nthe hangings.)\nLULU. What sort of moments are those of which you\nspoke, where one expects to see his whole inner self\ntumble in?\nALVA. I didn't want to speak of them. I should\nnot like to lose, in joking over a glass of champagne,\nwhat has been my highest happiness for ten years."}, {"page_pdf": 89, "page_imprimee": "87", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.89", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nLULU. I have hurt you. I won't begin on that again.\nALVA. Do you promise me that for always?\nLULU. My hand on it. ( her hand across\nthe table. Alva takes it hesitatgrips it in and\npresses it long and ardently to his lips.) What are you\ndoing. ( Rodrigosticks his head out from the curtains,\nleft. Lulu darts an angry look at him across Alva, and\nhe draws back.)\nSCHON. ( Whispering from the gallery.) And there\nis still another!\nALVA. (Holding the hand.) A soul—that in the\nhereafter rubs the sleep out of its eyes. . . . Oh, this\nhand. . . .\nLULU. ( Innocently.) What do you find in it? .. .\nALVA. An arm. . . .\nLULU What do you find in it? . . .\nALVA. A body\nLULU. (Guilelessly.) What do you find in it? .. .\nALVA. (Stirred up.) Mignon!\nLULU. (Wholly ingenuously.) What do you find in\nit?\n1L • • • •\nALVA. (Passionately.) Mignon! Mignon!\nLULU. (Throws herself on the ottoman.) Don't look\nat me so—for God's sake! Let us go before it is too\nlate. You're an infamous wretch!\nALVA. I told you, didn't I, I was the basest villain.\nLULU. I see that!\nALVA. I have no sense of honor, no pride. . . .\nLULU. You think I am your equal!\nALVA. You?—you are as heavenly high above me as—\nas the sun is over the abyss! {Kneeling.) Destroy me!\nI beg you, put an end to me! Put an end to me!\nLULU. Do you love me then?"}, {"page_pdf": 90, "page_imprimee": "88", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.90", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nALVA. I will pay you with everything that was mine!\nLULU. Do you love me?\nALVA. Do you love me—Mignon?\nLULU. I? Not a soul.\nALVA. I love you. ( Hides face in her lap.)\nLULU. ( Both hands in his hair.) I poisoned your\nmother— ( Rodrigosticks his head out from the cur-\ntains, left, sees Schon sitting in the gallery and signs to\nhim to watch Lulu and Alva. Schon points his revolver\nat Rodrigo; Rodrigo signs to him to point it at Alva.\nSchon cocks the revolver and takes aim. Rodrigo draws\nback behind the curtains. Lulu sees him draw back, sees\nSchon sitting in the gallery, and gets up.) His father!\n( Schon rises, lets the hangings fall before him. Alva re-\nmains motionless on his knees. Pause.)\nSCHON. ( Holding a paper in his hand, takes Alva by\nthe shoulder.) Alva! ( Alva gets up as though drunk\nwith sleep.) A revolution has broken out in Paris.\nALVA. To Paris ... let me go to Paris—\nSCHON. In the editors' room they're beating their heads\nagainst the wall. No one knows what he ought to write.\n( He unfolds the paper and accompanies Alva out, rear.\nRodrigo rushes out from the curtains toward the stairs.)\nLULU. ( Barring his way.) You can't get out here.\nRODRIGO. Let me through!\nLULU. You'll run into his arms.\nRODRIGO. He'll shoot me thru the head!\nLULU. He's coming.\nRODRIGO. (Stumbling back.) Devil, death and de-\nmons! ( Lifts the table-cloth.)\nHUGENBERG. No room!\nRODRIGO. Damned and done for! (Looks around and\nhides in the door-way, right.)"}, {"page_pdf": 91, "page_imprimee": "89", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.91", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nSCHON. (Comes in, centre; locks the door; and goes,\nrevolver in hand, to the window down left, of which he\nthrows up the curtains.) Where is he gone?\nLULU. {On the lowest step.) Out.\nSCHON. Down over the balcony?\nLULU. He's an acrobat.\n✓ \\\nSCHON. That could not be foreseen. {Turning\nagainst Lulu.) You who drag me thru the muck of the\nstreets to a tortured death!\nLULU. Why did you not bring me up better?\nSCHON. You destroying angel! You inexorable fate!\nTo be a murderer without drowning in filth; to take me\non board like a released convict, or hang me up over the\nmorass! You joy of my old age! You hangman's noose!\nLULU. {ln cold blood.) Oh, shut up, and kill me!\nSCHON. Everything I possess I have made over to you,\nand asked nothing but the respect that every servant pays\nto my house. Your credit is exhausted!\nLULU I can answer for my reckoning still for years.\n{Coming forward from the stairs.) How do you like my\nnew gown?\nSCHON. Away with you, or my brains will give way\nto-morrow and my son swim in his own blood! You\ninfect me like an incurable pest in which I shall groan away\nthe rest of my life. I will cure myself! Do you\nunderstand? {Pressing the revolver on her.) This is\nyour physic. Don't break down; don't kneel! You your-\nself shall apply it. You or I—which is the weaker?\n{Lulu, her strength threatening to desert her, has sunk\ndown on the couch. Turning the revolver this way and\nthat.)\nLULU. It doesn't go off."}, {"page_pdf": 92, "page_imprimee": "90", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.92", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nSCHON. Do you still remember how I tore you out of\nthe clutches of the police?\nLULU. You have much confidence—\nSCHON. Because I'm not afraid of a street-girl? Shall\nI guide your hand for you? Have you no mercy towards\nyourself? ( Lulu points the revolver at him.) No false\nalarms! ( Lulu fires a shot into the ceiling. Rodrigo\nsprings out of the pcrrtieres, up the stairs and away thru\nthe gallery.) What was that?\nLULU. ( Innocently.) Nothing.\nSCHON. ( Lifting the portieres.) What flew out of\nhere?\nLULU. You're suffering from persecution-mania.\nSCHON. Have you got still more men hidden here?\n( Tearing the revolver from her.) Is yet another man\ncalling on you? (Going left.) I'll regale your men!\n( Throws up the window curtains, flings the fire-screen\nback, grabs Countess Geschwitz by the collar and drags\nher forward.) Did you come down the chimney?\nGESCHWITZ. {ln deadly terror, to Lulu.) Save me\nfrom him!\nSCHON. {Shaking her.) Or are you, too, an acrobat?\nGFSCHWITZ. {Whimpering.) You hurt me.\nSCHON. {Shaking her.) Now you will have to\nstay to dinner. {Drags her right, shoves her into the next\nroom and locks the door after her.) We want no town-\ncriers. {Sits next Lulu and makes her take the revolver\nagain.) There's still enough for you in it. Look at me!\nI cannot assist the coachman in my house to decorate\nmy forehead for me. Look at me! I pay my coachman.\nLook at me! Am I doing the coachman a favor when\n%\nI can't stand the stable-stench?"}, {"page_pdf": 93, "page_imprimee": "91", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.93", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\nLULU. Have the carriage got ready! Please! We're\ngoing to the opera.\nSCHON. We're going to the devil! Now lam coach-\nman. ( Turning the revolver in her hand from himself\nto Lulus breast.) Think you we let ourselves be mis-\ntreated as you mistreat me, and hesitate between a galley-\nslave's shame at the end of life and the merit of freeing\nthe world of you? (Holds her down by the arm.)\nCome, get through. It will be the gladdest remembrance\nof my life. Pull the trigger!\nLULU. You can get a divorce.\nSCHON. Only that was left! In order that to-morrow\nthe next man may find his pastime where I have shud-\ndered from cleft to chasm, suicide upon me and thou\nbefore me! You dare suggest that? That part of my\nlife I have poured into you I am to see thrown before\nwild beasts? Do you see your bed with the sacrifice—the\nvictim—on it? The boy is homesick for you. Did you\nlet yourself be divorced? You trod him under your feet,\nknocked out his brains, caught up his blood in gold-pieces.\nI let myself be divorced ? Can one be divorced when two\npeople have grown into each other and half the man must\ngo, too? (Reaching for the revolver.) Give it here!\nLULU. Don't!\nSCHON. I'll spare you the trouble.\nLULU. ( Tears herself loose, holding the revolver\ndown; in a determined, self-possessed tone.) If men have\nkilled themselves for my sake, that doesn't lower my value.\nYou know as well why you made me your wife as I knew\nwhy I took you for husband. You had deceived your best\nfriends with me; you could not well go on deceiving your-\nself with me. If you bring me the close of your life as a\nsacrifice, still you have had my whole youth for it. You"}, {"page_pdf": 94, "page_imprimee": "92", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.94", "texte": "ERDGEIST\n[ACT IV\n\nunderstand ten times better than I do which is the more\nvaluable. I have never in the world wished to seem to be\nanything different from what I am taken for, and I have\nnever in the world been taken for anything different from\nwhat I am. You want to force me to fire a bullet into\nmy heart. I'm not sixteen any more, but to fire a bullet\nin my heart I am still much too young!\nSCHON. ( Pursuing her.) Down, murderess! Down\nwith you! To your knees, murderess! ( her\nto the foot of the stairs.) Down, and never dare to stand\nagain! ( Raising his hand. Lulu has sunk to her knees.)\nPray to God, murderess, that he give you strength. Sue\nto heaven that strength for it may be lent you! (\nberg jumps up from under the knocking a chaii\nasidej and screams \"Help!\" Schon whirls toward him,\nturning his back to Lulu who instantly fires five shots into\nhim and continues to pull the trigger. Schon, tottering\nover, is caught by Hugenberg and let down in the chair.)\nSCHON. And—there—lS—one—more—\nLULU. ( Rushing to Schon.) All merciful—!\nSCHON. Out of my sight! Alva!\nLULU. {Kneeling.) The one man I loved!\nSCHON. Harlot! Murderess! Alva! Alva! Water!\nLULU. Water; he's thirsty. {Fills a glass with cham-\npagne and sets it to Schon s lips. Alva comes thru the\ngallery, down the stairs.)\nALVA. Father! O God, my father!\nLULU. I shot him.\nHUGENBERG. She is innocent!\nSCHON. {To Alva.) You! It miscarried.\nALVA. {Tries to lift him.) You must go to bed;\ncome.\nSCHON. Don't take me so! I'm drying up. {Lulu"}, {"page_pdf": 95, "page_imprimee": "93", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191410-01.1.95", "texte": "ACT IV]\nERDGEIST\n\ncomes with the champagne-cup; to her.) You are still like\nyourself. ( After drinking.) Don't let her escape. {To\nAlva.) You are the next.\nALVA. {To Hugenberg.) Help me carry him to bed.\nSCHON. No, no, please, no. Wine, murderess—\nALVA. {To Hugenberg.) Take him up that side.\n{Pointing right.) Into the bed-room. {They lift Schon\nupright and lead him right. Lulu stays near the table,\nthe glass in her hand.)\nSCHON. {Groaning.) O God! O God! O God!\n{Alva finds the door locked, turns the key and opens it.\nCountess Geschwitz steps out. Schon at the sight of her\nstraighten up, stiffly.) The Devil. {He falls backward\nonto the carpet. Lulu throws herself down, takes his head\nin her lap, and kisses him.)\nLULU. He has got over it. (Gets up and starts toward\nthe stairs.)\nALVA. Don't stir!\nGESCHWITZ. I thought it was you.\nLULU. {Throwing herself before Alva.) You can't\ngive me up to the law! It is m y head that is struck off.\nI shot him because he was about to shoot me. I have\nloved nobody in the world but him! Alva, demand what\nyou will, only don't let me fall into the hands of justice.\nTake pity on me. lam still young. I will be true to you\nas long as I live. I will belong only to you. Look at me,\nAlva. Man, look at me! Look at me!! {Knocking on\nthe door outside.)\nALVA. The police. {Goes to open it.)\nHUGENBERG. 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