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Each' issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient hulk 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-1914-11-01-c003", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c003", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.3", "titre_corps": "PANDORA'S BOX", "titre_sommaire": "PANDORA'S BOX", "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=bmtnaat191411-01.1.3", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 13, "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c004", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c004", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.4", "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=bmtnaat191411-01.1.4", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 81, "texte": "LULU\nBY FRANK WEDEKIND\nERDGEIST (EARTH-SPIRIT) $l.OO\nPANDORA'S BOX .' . . . $l.OO"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c005", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c005", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_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": 6, "image_fin": 6, "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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.5", "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": 6, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.6", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 424, "texte": "CHARACTERS\nLULU.\nALVA SCHON, writer.\nSCHIGOLCH.\nRODRIGO QUAST, acrobat.\nALFRED HUGENBERG, escaped from a reform-school.\nCOUNTESS GESCHWITZ.\nBIANETTA. \\\nLUDMILLA STEINHERZ. 1\nMAGELONE. I\nKADIDIA, her daughter. (\nCOUNT CASTI PIANI. ) In Act 11.\nPUNTSCHU, a banker. (\n\\ s.\nHEILMANN, a journalist. V\n808, a groom. I\nA DETECTIVE. /\nMR. HUNIDEI. \\\nKUNGU POTI, imperial prince of T . ttt\n„ TT >in Act ill.\nDR. HILTI, tutor.\nJACK. )"}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c006", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c006", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.6", "titre_corps": "PANDORA'S BOX A Tragedy in Three Acts", "titre_sommaire": "PANDORA'S BOX A Tragedy in Three 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": 8, "page_imprimee": "[6]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.8", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 99, "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\nA Tragedy in Three Acts\nBY\nFRANK WEDEKIND\nsv, C- v\nTranslated by Samuel A. Eliot, Jr."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c007", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c007", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "7", "page_fin": "28", "image_debut": 9, "image_fin": 30, "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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.7", "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": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.9", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1370, "texte": "ACT I\nThe hall of EARTH-SPIRIT, Act iv, feebly lighted\nby an oil lamp on the centre table. Even this is dimmed\nby a heavy shade. Lulu s picture is gone from the easel,\nwhich still stands by the foot of the stairs. The fire-\nscreen and the chair by the ottoman are gone too. Down\nleft is a small tea-table, with a coffee-pot and a cup of\nblack coffee on it, and an arm-chair next it.\nIn this chair, deep in cushions, with a plaid shawl over\nher knees, sits Countess Geschwit in a tight black dress.\nRodrigo, clad as a servant, sits on the ottoman. At the\nrear, Alva Schon is walking up and down before the\nentrance door.\nRODRIGO. He lets people wait for him as if he were\na concert conductor!\nGESCHWITZ. I beg of you, don't speak!\nRODRIGO. Hold my tongue, with a head as full of\nthoughts as mine is!—l absolutely can't believe she's\nchanged so awfully much to her advantage there!\nGESCHWITZ. She is more glorious to look at than I\nhave ever seen her!\nRODRIGO. God preserve me from founding my life-hap-\npiness on your taste and judgment! If the sickness has\nhit her as it has you, I'm smashed and thru! You're\nleaving the contagious ward like an acrobat-lady who's\nhad an accident after giving herself up to art. You can\nscarcely blow your nose any more. First you need a\nquarter-hour to sort your fingers, and then you have to\nbe mighty careful not to break off the tip."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.10", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1591, "texte": "GESCHWITZ. What puts us under the ground gives\nher health and strength again.\nRODRIGO. That's all right and fine enough. But I\ndon't think I'll be travelling off with her this evening.\nGESCHWITZ. You will let your bride journey all alone,\nafter all?\nRODRIGO. In the first place, the old fellow's going with\nher to protect her in case anything serious—. My escort\ncould only be suspicious. And secondly, I must wait\nhere till my costumes are ready. I'll get across the\nfrontier soon enough alright,—and I hope in the mean-\ntime she'll put on a little embonpoint, too. Then we'll\nget married, provided I can present her before a re-\nspectable public. I love the practical in a woman: what\ntheories they make up for themselves are all the same\nto me. Aren't they to you too, doctor?\nALVA. I haven't heard what you were saying.\nRODRIGO. I'd never have got my person mixed up in\nthis plot if she hadn't kept tickling my bare pate, before\nher sentence. If only she doesn't start doing too much\nas soon as she's out of Germany! I'd like best to take\nher to London for six months, and let her fill up on\nplum-cakes. In London one expands just from the sea\nair. And then, too, in London one doesn't feel with every\nswallow of beer as if the hand of fate were at one's\nthroat.\nALVA. I've been asking myself for a week whether a\nperson who'd been sentenced to prison could still be\nmade to go as the chief figure in a modern drama.\nGESCHWITZ. If the man would only come, now!\nRODRIGO. I've still got to redeem my properties out\nof the pawn-shop here, too. Six hundred kilos of the"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.11", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1841, "texte": "best iron. The baggage-rate on 'em is always three times\nas much as my own ticket, so that the whole junket\nisn't worth a trowser's button. When I went into the\npawn-shop with 'em, dripping with sweat, they asked me\nif the things were genuine!—l'd have really done better\nto have had the costumes made abroad. In Paris, for\ninstance, they see at the first glance where one's best points\nare, and bravely lay them bare. But you can't learn that\nwith bow-legs; it's got to be studied on classically shaped\npeople. In this country they're as scared of naked\nskin as they are abroad of dynamite bombs. A couple\nof years ago I was fined fifty marks at the Alhambra\nTheater, because people could see I had a few hairs on\nmy chest, not enough to make a respectable tooth-brush!\nBut the Fine Arts Minister opined that the little school-\ngirls might lose their joy in knitting stockings because\nof it; and since then I have myself shaved once a month.\nALVA. If I didn't need every bit of my creative power\nnow for the \"World-conqueror,\" I might like to test the\nproblem and see what could be done with it. That's the\ncurse of our young literature: we're so much too literary.\nWe know only such questions and problems as come up\namong writers and cultured people. We cannot see be-\nyond the limits of our own professional interests. In\norder to get back on the trail of a great and powerful art\nwe must move as much as possible among men who've\nnever read a book in their lives, whom the simplest animal\ninstincts direct in all they do. I've tried already, with\nall my might, to work according to those principles—in\nmy \"Earth-spirit.\" The woman who was my model for\nthe chief figure in that, breathes to-day—and has for a\nyear—behind barred windows; and on that account for\nsome incomprehensible reason the play was only brought"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.12", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1763, "texte": "to performance by the Society for Free Literature. As\nlong as my father was alive, all the stages of Germany\nstood open to my creations. That has been vastly changed.\nRODRIGO. I've had a pair of tights made of the tender-\nest blue-green. If th e don't make a success abroad, I'll\nsell mouse-traps! The trunks are so delicate I can't sit\non the edge of a table in 'em. The only thing that will\ndisturb the good impression is my awful bald head, which\nI owe to my active participation in this great conspiracy.\nTo lie in the hospital in perfect health for three months\nwould make a fat pig of the most run-down old hobo.\nSince coming out I've fed on nothing but Karlsbad pills.\nDay and night I have orchestra rehearsals in my intes-\ntines. I'll be so washed out before I get across the frontier\nthat I won't be able to> lift a bottle-cork.\nGESCHWITZ. How the attendants in the hospital got\nout of her way yesterday! That was a refreshing sight.\nThe garden was still as the grave: in the loveliest noon\nsunlight the convalescents didn't venture out of doors.\nAway back by the contagious ward she stepped out under\nthe mulberry trees and swayed on her ankles on the\ngravel. The door-keeper had recognized me, and a young\ndoctor who met me in the corridor shrunk up as tho a\nrevolver shot had struck him. The Sisters vanished into\nthe big rooms or stayed stuck against the walls. When\nI came back there was not a soul to be seen in the gar-\nden or at the gate. No better chance could have been\nfound, if we had had the cursed passports. And now the\nfellow says he isn't going with her!\nRODRIGO. I understand the poor hospital-brother-\nOne has a bad foot and another has a swollen cheek, and\nthere appears in the midst of them the incarnate death-"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.13", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1771, "texte": "insurance-agentess! In the Hall of the Knights, as the\nblessed division was called from which I organized my\nspying, when the news got around there that Sister The-\nophila had departed this life, not one of the fellows could\nbe kept in bed. They scrambled up to the window-bars,\nif they had to drag their pains along with them by the\nhundred-weight. I never heard such swearing in my life!\nALVA. Allow me, Fraulein von Geschwitz, to come\nback to my proposition once more. Tho my father was\nshot in this room, still I can see in the murder, as in\nthe punishment, nothing but a horrible misfortune that has\nbefallen her; nor do I think that my father, if he had\ncome through alive, would have withdrawn his support\nfrom her entirely. Whether your plan for freeing her\nwill succeed still seems to me very doubtful, tho I\nwouldn't like to discourage you; but I can find no words\nto express the admiration with which your self-sacrifice,\nyour energy, your superhuman scorn of death, inspires\nme. I don't believe any man ever risked so much for\na woman, let alone for a friend. I am not aware,\nFraulein von Geschwitz, how rich you are, but the ex-\npenses for what you have accomplished must have ex-\nhausted your fortune. May I venture to offer you a\nloan of 20,000 marks—which I should have no trouble\nraising for you in cash?\nGESCHWITZ. How we did rejoice when Sister The-\nophila was really dead! From that day on we were free\nfrom custody. We changed our beds as we liked. I\nhad done my hair like hers, and copied every tone of her\nvoice. When the professor came he called her \"gnadiges\nFraulein\" and said to me, \"It's better living here than\nin prison!\" . . . When the Sister suddenly was missing,\nwe looked at each other in suspense: we had both been"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.14", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1636, "texte": "sick five days: now was the deciding moment. Next\nmorning came the assistant.—\"How is Sister Theophila?\"\n—\"Dead!\"—We communicated behind his back, and\nwhen he had gone we sank in each other's arms: \"God\nbe thanked! God be thanked!\"— What pains it cost me\nto keep my darling from betraying how well she already\nwas! \"You have nine years of prison before you,\" I\ncried to her early and late. Now they probably won't\nlet her stay in the contagious ward three days more!\nRODRIGO. I lay in the hospital full three months to\nspy out the ground, after toilfully peddling together the\nqualities necessary for such a long stay. Now I act the\nvalet here with you, Dr. Schon, so that no strange ser-\nvants may come into the house. Where is the bride-\ngroom who's ever done so much for his bride? M y\nfortune has also been destroyed.\nALVA. When you succeed in developing her into a\nrespectable artiste you will have put the world in debt\nto you. With the temperament and the beauty that she\nhas to give out of the depths of her nature she can make\nthe most blase public hold its breath. And then, too,\nshe will be protected by acting passion from a second\ntime becoming a criminal in reality.\nRODRIGO. I'll soon drive her kiddishness out of her!\nGESCHWITZ. There he comes! ( louden in the\ngallery. Then the curtains part at the head of the stairs\nand Schigolch in a long black coat with a white sun-shade\nin his right hand comes down. Thruout the play his\nspeech is interrupted with frequent yawns.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Confound the darkness! Out-doors the\nsun burns your eyes out.\nGESCHWITZ. ( Wearily unwrapping herself.) I'm\ncoming!"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.15", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1340, "texte": "RODRIGO. Her ladyship has seen no daylight for three\ndays. We live here like in a snuff-box.\nSCHIGOLCH. Since nine o'clock this morning I've been\nround to all the old-clothes-men. Three brand new\ntrunks stuffed full of old trowsers I've expressed to\nBuenos Ayres via Bremerhaven. My legs are dangling\non me like the tongue of a bell. That's the new life it's\ngoing to be from now on!\nRODRIGO. Where are you going to get off to-morrow\nmorning?\nSCHIGOLCH. I hope not straight into Ox-butter Hotel\nagain!\nRODRIGO. I can tell you a fine hotel. I lived there\nwith a lady lion-tamer. The people were born in Berlin.\nGESCHWITZ. ( Upright in .) Come and\nhelp me!\nRODRIGO. ( Hurries to her and supports her.) And\nyou'll be safer from the police there than on a high tight-\nrope !\nGESCHWITZ. He means to let you go with her alone\nthis afternoon.\nSCHIGOLCH. Maybe he's still suffering from his chill-\nblains!\nRODRIGO. Do you want me to start my new engage-\nment in bath-robe and slippers?\nSCHIGOLCH. Hm—Sister Theophila wouldn't have\ngone to heaven so promptly either, if she hadn't felt so\naffectionate towards our patient.\nRODRICO. She'll have a different value when one must\nserve thru a honeymoon with her. Anyway, it can't hurt\nher if she gets a little fresh air beforehand.\nALVA. {A pocketbook in his hand, to Geschwitz who"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.16", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1476, "texte": "is leaning on a chair-back by the centre table.} This\nholds 10,000 marks.\nGESCHWITZ. Thank you, no.\nALVA. Please take it.\nGESCHWITZ. (To Schigolch.) Come along, at last!\nSCHIGOLCH. Patience, Fraulein. It's only a stone's\nthrow across Hospital Street. I'll be here with her in\nfive minutes.\nALVA. You're bringing her here?\nSCHIGOLCH. I'm bringing her here. Or do you fear\nfor your health?\nALVA. You see that I fear nothing.\nRODRIGO. According to the latest wire, the doctor is\non his way to Constantinople to have his \"Earth-spirit\"\nproduced before the Sultan by harem-ladies and eunuchs.\nALVA. ( Opening the centre door under the gallery.)\nIt's shorter for you thru here. (Exeunt Schigolch and\nCountess Geschwitz. Alva locks the door.)\nRODRIGO. YOU were going to give more money to the\n*\ncrazy sky-rocket!\nALVA. What has that to do with you?\nRODRIGO. I get paid like a lamp-lighter, tho I had to\ndemoralize all the Sisters in the hospital. Then came the\nassistants' and the doctors' turn, and then—\nALVA. Will you seriously inform me that the medical\nprofessors let themselves be influenced by you?\nRODRIGO. With the money those gentlemen cost me\nI could become President of the United States!\nALVA. But Fraulein von Geschwitz has reimbursed\nyou for every penny that you spent. So far as I know\nyou're getting a monthly salary of five hundred marks\nfrom her besides. It is often pretty hard to believe in\nyour love for the unhappy murderess. When I asked"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.17", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1662, "texte": "Faulein von Geschwitz just now to accept my help, it\ncertainly was not to incite your insatiable avarice. The\nadmiration which I have learnt to have for Fraulein von\nGeschwitz in this affair, I am far from feeling towards\nyou. It is not at all clear to me what claims of any kind\nyou can make upon me. That you chanced to be present\nat the murder of my father has not yet created the slight-\nest bond of relationship between you and me. On the\ncontrary, I am firmly convinced that if the heroic under-\ntaking of Countess Geschwitz had not come your way you\nwould be lying somewhere to-day without a penny,\ndrunken in the gutter.\nRODRIGO. And do you know what would have be-\ncome of you if you hadn't sold for two millions the tup-\npeny paper your father ran? You'd have hitched up with\nthe stringiest sort of ballet-girl and been to-day a stable-\nboy in the Humpelmeier Circus. What work do you do?\nYou've written a drama of horrors in which my bride's\ncalves are the two chief figures and which no high-class\ntheater will produce. You walking pajamas! You fresh\nrag-bag you! Two years ago I balanced two saddled\ncavalry-horses on this chest. Flow that'll go now, after\nthis (clasping his bald head), is a question sure enough.\nThe foreign girls will get a fine idea of German art\nwhen they see the sweat come beading thru my tights at\nevery fresh kilo-weight! I shall make the whole audi-\ntorium stink with my exhalations!\nALVA. You're weak as a dish-clout!\nRODRIGO. Would to God you were right! or did you\nperhaps intend to insult me? If so, I'll set the tip of\nmy toe to your jaw so that your tongue'll crawl along\nthe carpet over there!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.18", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1196, "texte": "ALVA. Try it! ( Steps and voices outside.) Who\nis that . . .?\nRODRIGO. You can thank God that I have no public\nhere before me!\nALVA. Who can that be!\nRODRIGO. That is my beloved. It's a full year now\nsince we've seen each other.\nALVA. But how should they be back already! Who\ncan be coming there? I expect no one.\nRODRIGO. Oh the devil, unlock it!\nALVA. Hide yourself!\nRODRIGO. I'll get behind the portieres. I've stood there\nonce before, a year ago. (Disappears, right. Alva opens\nthe rear door, whereupon Alfred enters, hat\nin hand.)\nALVA. With whom have I— .. . You? Aren't\nyou—?\nHUGENBERG. Alfred Hugenberg.\nWhat can I do for you?\nHUGENBERG. I've come from Miinsterburg. I ran\naway this morning.\nALVA. My eyes are bad. I am forced to keep the\nblinds closed.\nHUGENBERG. I need your help. You will not refuse\nme. I've got a plan ready. Can hear us?\nALVA. What do you mean? What sort of a plan?\nHUGENBERG. Are you alone?\nALVA. Yes. What do* you want to impart to me?\nHUGENBERG. I've had two plans already that T let\ndrop. What I shall tell you now has been worked out\nto the last possible chance. If I had money Is1 1\nnot confide it to you; I thought about that a long t\\ e"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.19", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1398, "texte": "before coming . . . Will you not permit me to set forth\nto you my design?\nALVA. Will you kindly tell me just what you are talk-\ning about?\nHUGENBERG. She cannot possibly be so indifferent to\nyou that I must tell you that. The evidence you gave\nthe coroner helped her more than everything the de-\nfending counsel said.\nALVA. I beg to decline the supposition.\nHUGENBERG. You would say that; I understand that,\nof course. But all the same you were her best witness.\nALVA. You were! You said my father was about\nto force her to shoot herself.\nHUGENBERG. He was, too. But they didn't believe\nme. I wasn't put on my oath.\nALVA. Where have you come from now?\nHUGENBERG. From a reform-school I broke out of\nthis morning.\nALVA. And what do you have in view?\nHUGENBERG. I'm trying to get into the confidence of\na turnkey.\nALVA. What do you mean to live on?\nHUGENBERG. I'm living with a girl who's had a child\nby my father.\nAL'VA. Who is your father?\nHUGENBERG. He's a police captain. I know the\nprison without ever having been inside it; and nobody in\nit will recognize me as I am now. But I don't count\non that at all. I know an iron ladder by which one can\nget from the first court to the roof and thru an opening\nthere ir o the attic. There's no way up to it from inside.\nBut ' all five wings boards and laths and great heaps\nof sh yings are lying under the roofs, and I'll drag them"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.20", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1409, "texte": "all together in the middle and set fire to them. My\npockets are full of matches and all the things used to\nmake fires.\nALVA. But then you'll burn up there!\nHUGENBERG. Of course, if I'm not rescued. But to\nget into the first court I must have the turnkey in my\npower, and for that I need money. Not that I mean\nto bribe him; that wouldn't go. I must lend him money\nto send his three children to the country, and then at\nfour o'clock in the morning when the prisoners of re-\nspected families are discharged, I'll slip in the door. He'll\nlock-up behind me and ask me what I'm after, and I'll\nask him to let me out again in the evening. And before\nit gets light, I'm up in the attic.\nALVA. How did you escape from the reform-school?\nHUGENBERG. Jumped out the window. I need two\nhundred marks for the rascal to send his family to the\ncountry.\nRODRIGO. (Stepping out of the portieres, right.) Will\nthe Herr Baron have coffee in the music-room or on the\nveranda?\nHUGENBERG. Where does that man come from?\nOut of the same door! He jumped out of the same\ndoor!\nALVA. I've taken him into my service. He is de-\npendable.\nHUGENBERG. (Grasping his temples.) Fool that I\nam! Oh, fool!\nRODRIGO. Oh, yah, we've seen each other here before!\nCut away now to your vice-mamma. Your kid brother\nmight like to uncle his brothers and sisters. Make your\nsir-papa the grandfather of his children! You're the only"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.21", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1451, "texte": "thing we've missed. If you once get into my sight in the\nnext two weeks, I'll beat your bean up for porridge.\nALVA. Be quiet, you!\nHUGENBERG. I'm a fool!\nRODRIGO. What do you want to do with your fire?\nDon't you know the lady's been dead three weeks?\nHUGENBERG. Did they cut off her head?\nRODRIGO. No, she's got that still. She was mashed by\nthe cholera.\nHUGENBERG. That is not true!\nRODRIGO. What do you know about it! There, read\nit: here! (Taking out a paper and pointing to the place.)\n\"The murderess of Dr. Schon . . .\" (Gives Hugenberg\nthe paper. He reads:)\n\\\nHUGENBERG. \"The murderess of Dr. Schon has in\nsome incomprehensible way fallen ill of the cholera in\nprison.\" It doesn't say that she's dead.\nRODRIGO. Well, what else do you suppose she is ? She's\nbeen lying in the churchyard three weeks. Back in the\nleft-hand corner behind the rubbish-heap where the little\ncrosses are with no names on them, there she lies under\nthe first one. You'll know the spot because the grass\nhasn't grown on it. Hang a tin wreath there, and then\nget back to your nursery-school or I'll denounce you to\nthe police. I know the female that beguiles her leisure\nhours with you!\nHUGENBERG. (To Alva.) Is it true that she's dead?\nALVA. Thank God, yes!— Please, do not keep me here\nany longer. My doctor has forbidden me to receive\nvisitors.\nHUGENBERG. My future is worth so little now! I\nwould gladly have given the last scrap of what life is"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.22", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1550, "texte": "worth to me for her happiness. Heigh-ho! One way\nor another I'll sure go to the devil now!\nRODRIGO. If you dare in any way to approach me or the\ndoctor here or my honorable friend Schigolch too near,\nI'll inform on you for intended arson. You need three\ngood years, to learn where not to stick your fingers in!\nNow get out!\nHUGENBERG. Fool!\nRODRIGO. Get out!! (Throws him out the door.\nComing down.) I wonder you didn't put your purse at\nthat rogue's disposal, too!\nALVA. I won't stand your damned jabbering! The\nboy's little finger is worth more than all you!\nRODRIGO. I've had enough of this Geschwitz's com-\npany! If my bride is to become a corporation with limited\nliability, somebody else can go in ahead of me. I pro-\npose to make a magnificent trapeze-artist out of her, and\nwillingly risk my life to do it. But then I'll be master\nof the house, and will myself indicate what cavaliers she\nis to receive!\nALVA. The boy has what our age lacks: a hero-nature;\ntherefore, of course, he is going to ruin. Do you remem-\nber how before sentence was passed he jumped out of the\nwitness-box and yelled at the justice: \"How do you know\nwhat would have become of you if you'd had to run\naround the cafes barefoot every night when you were ten\nyears old ?!\"\nRODRIGO. If I could only have given him one in the\njaw for that right away! Thank God, there are jails\nwhere scum like that gets some respect for the law pounded\ninto them.\nALVA. One like him might have been my model for\nmy \"World-conqueror.\" For twenty years literature has"}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.23", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1806, "texte": "presented nothing but demi-men: men who can beget no\nchildren and women who can bear none. That's called\n\"The Modern Problem.\"\nRODRIGO. I've ordered a hippopotamus-whip two inches\nthick. If that has no success with her, you can\nfill my cranium with potato-soup. Be it love or be it\nwhipping, female flesh never inquires. „ Only give it some\namusement, and it stays firm and fresh. She is now in\nher twentieth year, has been married three times and has\nsatisfied a gigantic horde of lovers, and her heart's desires\nare at last pretty plain. But the man's got to have the\nseven deadly sins on his forehead, or she honors him not.\nIf he looks as if a dog-catcher had spat him out on the\nstreet, then, with such women-folks, he needn't be afraid\nof a prince! I'll rent a garage fifty feet high and break\nher in there; and when she's learnt the first diving-leap\nwithout breaking her neck I'll pull on a black coat and\nnot stir a finger the rest of my life. When she's educated\npractically it doesn't cost a woman half as much trouble\nto support her husband as the other way round, if only\nthe man takes care of the mental labor for her, and doesn't\nlet the sense of the family go to wreck.\nALVA. I have learnt to rule humanity and drive it in\nharness before me like a well-broken four-in-hand,—but\nthat boy sticks in my head. Really, I can still take private\nlessons in the scorn of the world from that school-boy!\nRODRIGO. She'll just comfortably let her hide be pa-\npered with thousand-mark bills! I'll extract salaries out\nof the directors with a centrifugal pump. I know their\nkind. When they don't need a man, let him shine their\nshoes for them; but when they must have an artiste they\ncut her down from the very gallows with their own hands\nand with the most entangling compliments."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.24", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1568, "texte": "ALVA. In my situation there's nothing more in the\nworld to fear—but death. In the realm of sensation I\nam the poorest beggar. But I can no longer scrape up\nthe moral courage to exchange my established position for\nthe excitements of the wild, adventurous life!\nRODRIGO. She had sent Papa Schigolch and me to-\ngether in chase of some strong antidote for sleeplessness.\nWe each got a twenty-mark piece for expenses. There\nwe see the youngster sitting in the Night-light Cafe. He\nwas sitting like a criminal on the prisoner's bench. Schi-\ngolch sniffed at him from all sides, and remarked, \"He is\nstill virgin.\" (Up in the gallery, dragging steps are\n*\nheard.) There she is! The future magnificent trapeze-\nartiste of the present age!\n( The curtains part at the stair-head, and Lulu, sup-\nported by Schigolch, and in a black dress, slowly and\nwearily descends.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Hui, old mold! We've still to get over\nthe frontier to-day.\nRODRIGO. ( Glaring stupidly at Lulu.) Thunder of\nheaven! Death!\nLULU. ( Speaks,to the end of the act, in the gayest\ntones.) Slowly! You're pinching my arm!\nRODRIGO. How did you ever get the shamelessness to\nI\nbreak out of prison with such a wolf's face ?!\nSCHIGOLCH. Stop your snout!\nRODRIGO. I'll run for the police! I'll give informa-\ntion ! This scarecrow let herself be seen in tights ?! The\npadding alone would cost two months' salary!— You're\nthe most perfidious swindler that ever had lodging in\nOx-butter Hotel!\nALVA. Kindly refrain from insulting the lady!\nRODRIGO. Insulting you call that?! For this gnawed"}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.25", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1291, "texte": "bone's sake I've worn myself away! I can't earn my\nown living! I'll be a clown if I can still stand firm under\na broom-stick! But let the lightning strike me on the\nspot if I don't worm ten thousand marks a year for life\nout of your tricks and frauds! I can tell you that! A\npleasant trip! I'm going for the police! (Exit.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Run, run!\nLULU. He'll take good care of himself!\nSCHIGOLCH. We're rid of h i m!—And now some black\ncoffee for the lady!\nALVA. (At the table left.) Here is coffee, ready to\npour.\nSCHIGOLCH. I must look after the sleeping-car tickets.\nLULU. (Brightly.) Oh, freedom! Thank God for\nfreedom!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'll be back for you in half an hour.\nWe'll celebrate our departure in the station-restaurant.\nI'll order a supper that'll keep us going till to-morrow.—\nGood morning, doctor.\nALVA. Good evening.\nSCHIGOLCH. Pleasant rest!—Thanks, I know every\ndoor-handle here. So long! Have a good time!\n(Exit.)\nLULU. I haven't seen a room for a year and a half.\nCurtains, chairs, pictures . . .\nALVA. Won't you drink it?\nLULU. I've swallowed enough black coffee these five\ndays. Have you any brandy?\nALVA. I've got some elixir de Spaa.\nLULU. That reminds one of old times. (Looks\nround the hall while Alva fills two glasses.) Wliere's\nmy picture gone?"}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.26", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1542, "texte": "ALVA. I've got it in my room, so no one shall see it\nhere.\nLULU. Bring it down here now.\nALVA. Didn't you even lose your vanity in prison?\nLULU. How anxious at heart one gets when one\nhasn't seen herself for months! One day I got a brand-\nnew dust-pan. When I swept up at seven in the morn-\ning I held the back of it up before my face. Tin doesn't\nflatter, but I took pleasure in it all the same.—Bring the\npicture down from your room. Shall I come too?\nALVA. No, Heaven's sake! You must spare yourself!\nLULU. I've been sparing myself long enough now!\n(Alva goes out, right, to get the picture.) He has heart-\ntrouble; but to have to plague one's self with imagination\nfourteen months! . . . He kisses with the fear of death\non him, and his two knees shake like a frozen vagabond's.\nIn God's name ... In this room—if only I had not\nshot his father in the back!\nALVA. (Returns with the picture of Lulu in the\nPierrot-dress.) It's covered with dust. I had leant it\nagainst the fire-place, face to the wall.\nLULU. You didn't look at it all the time I was away?\nALVA. I had so much business to attend to, with the\nsale of our paper and everything. Countess Geschwitz\nwould have liked to have hung it up in her house, but\nshe had to be prepared for search-warrants. {He puts\nthe picture on the easel.)\nLULU. {Merrily.) Now the poor monster is learn-\ning the joys of life in Hotel Ox-butter by her own ex-\nperience.\nALVA. Even now I don't understand how events hang\ntogether.\nLULU. Oh, Geschwitz arranged it all very cleverly."}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.27", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1620, "texte": "I must admire her inventiveness. But the cholera must\nhave- raged fearfully in Hamburg this summer; and on\nthat she founded her plan for freeing me. She took a\ncourse in hospital nursing here, and when she had the\nnecessary documents she journeyed to Hamburg with\nthem and nursed the cholera patients. At the first op-\nportunity that offered she put on the underclothes in\nwhich a sick woman had just died and which really ought\nto have been burnt. The same morning she traveled back\nhere and came to see me in prison. In my cell, while the\nwardress was outside, we, as quick as we could, exchanged\nunderclothes.\nALVA. So that was the reason why the Countess and\nyou fell sick of the cholera the same day!\nLULU. Exactly, that was it! Geschwitz of course\nwas instantly brought from her house to the contagious\nward in the hospital. But with me, too, they couldn't\nthink of any other place to take me. So there we lay\nin one room in the contagious ward behind the hospital,\nand from the first day Geschwitz put forth all her art to\nmake our two faces as like each other as possible. Day\nbefore yesterday she was let out as cured. Just now\nshe came back and said she'd forgotten her watch. I put\non her clothes, she slipped into my prison frock, and then\nI came away. (With pleasure.) Now she's lying over\nthere as the murderess of Dr. Schon.\nALVA. So far as outward appearance goes you can\nstill agree with the picture as much as ever.\nLULU. I'm a little peaked in the face, but otherwise\nI've lost nothing. Only one gets incredibly nervous in\nprison.\nALVA. YOU looked horribly sick when you came in."}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.28", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1325, "texte": "LULU. I had to, to get our necks out of the noose.—\nAnd you? What have you done in this year and a half?\nALVA. I've had a succes d'estime in literary circles\nwith a play I wrote about you.\nLULU. Who's your sweetheart now?\nALVA. An actress I've rented a house for in Karl\nStreet.\nLULU. Does she love you?\nALVA. How should I know that? I haven't seen the\nwoman for six weeks.\nLULU. Can you stand that?\nALVA. You will never understand that. With me\nthere's the closest alternation between my sensuality and\nmental creativeness. So towards you, for example, I have\nonly the choice of regarding you artistically or of loving\nyou.\nLULU. {ln a fairy-story tone.) I used to dream\nevery other night that I'd fallen into the hands of a\nsadic . . . Come, give me a kiss!\nALVA. It's shining in your eyes like the water in a\ndeep well one has just thrown a stone into.\nLULU. Come!\nALVA. {Kisses her.) Your lips have got pretty thin,\nanyway.\nLULU. Come! {Pushes him into a chair and seats\nherself on his knee.) Do you shudder at me?—ln Hotel\nOx-butter we all got a luke-warm bath every four weeks.\nThe wardresses took that opportunity to search our\npockets as soon as we were in the water. {She kisses him\npassionately.)\nALVA. Oh, oh!\nLULU. You're afraid that when I'm away you couldn't\nwrite any more poems about me?"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.29", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1555, "texte": "ALVA. On the contrary, I shall write a dithyramb\nupon thy glory.\nLULU. I'm only sore about the hideous shoes I'm\nwearing.\nALVA. They do not encroach upon your charms. Let\nus be thankful for the favor of this moment.\nLULU. I don't feel at all like that to-day.—Do you\nremember the costume ball where I was dressed like a\nknight's squire? How those wine-full women ran after\nme that time? Geschwitz crawled round, round my feet,\nand begged me to step on her face with my cloth shoes.\nALVA. Come, dear heart!\nLULU. ( In the tone with which one quiets a restless\nchild.) Quietly! I shot your father.\nALVA. Ido not love thee less for that. One kiss!\nLULU. Bend your head back. ( kisses him with\ndeliberation.)\nALVA. You hold back the fire of my soul with the\nmost dexterous art. And your breast breathes so virginly\ntoo. Yet if it weren't for your two great, dark, childish\neyes, I must needs have thought you the cunningest\nwhore that ever hurled a man to destruction.\nLULU. {ln high spirits.) Would God I were!\nCome over the border with us to-day! Then we can\nsee each other as often as we will, and we'll get more\npleasure from each other than now.\nALVA. Through this dress I feel your body like a\nsymphony. These slender ankles, this cantabile. This\nrapturous crescendo. And these knees, this capriccio.\nAnd the powerful andante of lust!—How peacefully these\ntwo slim rivals press against each other in the conscious-\nness that neither equals the other in beauty—till their ca-\npricious mistress wakes up and the rival lovers separate"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.30", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 465, "texte": "like the two hostile poles. I shall sing your praises so\nthat your senses shall whirl!\nLULU. {Merrily.) Meanwhile I'll bury my hands\nin your hair. {She does so.) But here we'll be dis-\nturbed.\nALVA. You have robbed me of my reason!\nLULU. Aren't you coming with me to-day?\nALVA. But the old fellow's going with you!\nLULU. He won't turn up again.—Is not that the\ndivan on which your father bled to death?\nALVA. Be still. Be still. . . .\nCURTAIN."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c008", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c008", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "29", "page_fin": "57", "image_debut": 31, "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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.8", "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": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.31", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1498, "texte": "ACT II\nA spacious salon in white stucco. In the rear-wall,\nbetween two high mirrors, a wide folding doorway\ning in the rear room a big card-table surrounded by\nTurkish upholstered chairs. In the left wall two\nthe upper one to the entrance-hall, the lower to the dining-\nroom. Between them a rococo-console with a white\nmarble top, and above it Lulu s Pierrot-picture in a nar-\nrow gold frame let into the wall. Two other doors,\nright; near the lower one a small table. Wide and\nbrightly-covered chairs stand about, with thin legs and\nfragile arms; and in the middle is a sofa of the same style\n{Louis XV.).\nA large company is moving about the salon in lively\nconversation. The men—A Iv a, Marquis\nCasti-Piani, Banker Puntschu, and Journalist\nHeil man n—are in evening dress. Lulu wears a\nwhite Directoire dress with huge sleeves and white lace\nfalling freely from belt to feet. Her arms are in white\nkid gloves, her hair done high with a little tuft of white\nfeathers. Geschwitz is in a bright blue hussar-waist\ntrimmed with white fur and laced with silver braid, a\ntall tight collar zvith a white bow and stiff cuffs with\nhuge ivory links. Mage lone is in bright rainbow-\ncolored shot silk with very wide sleeves, long narrow\nwaist, and three ruffles of spiral rose-colored ribbons and\nviolet bouquets. Her hair is parted in the middle and\ndrawn low over her temples. On her forehead is a\nmother-of-pearl ornainent, held by a fine chain under her\nhair, Kadidia, her daughter, twelve years old, has"}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.32", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1466, "texte": "bright-green satin gaiters which yet leave visible the tops\nof her white silk socks, and a white-lace-covered dress\nwith bright-green narrow sleeves, pearl-gray gloves, and\nfree black hair under a big bright-green hat with white\nfeathers. Bianetta is in dark-green velvet, the collar\nsewn with pearls, and a full skirt, its hem embroideredj\nwith great false topazes set in silver. Ludmilla\nSteinherz is in a glaring summer frock striped red\nand blue.\nRodrigo stands, centre, a full glass in his hand.\nRODRIGO. Ladies and gentlemen—l beg your pardon\n—please be quiet—l drink—permit me to drink—for this\nis the birthday party of our amiable hostess—(taking\nLulus arm) of Countess Adelaide d'Oubra—damned and\ndone for!—l drink therefore and so forth, go to it,\nladies! {All surround Lulu and clink with her. Alva\npresses Rodrigo's hand.)\nALVA. I congratulate you.\nRODRIGO. I'm sweating like a roast pig.\nALVA. {To Lulu.) Let's see if everything's in order\nin the card-room. {Alva and Lulu exeunt, rear. Bian-\netta speaks to Rodrigo.)\nBIANETTA. They were telling me just now you were\nthe strongest man in the world.\nRODRIGO. That I am. May I put my strength at\nyour disposal?\nMAGELONE. I love sharp-shooters better. Three\nmonths ago a sharp-shooter stepped into the casino and\nevery time he went Tang!\" I felt like this. {She wrig-\ngles her hips.)\nCASTI-PIANI. {IVho speaks the act in a bored\nand weary tone, to Magelone.) Say, dearie, how does it"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.33", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1353, "texte": "happen we see your nice little princess here for the first\ntime to-night? {Meaning K\nMAGELONE. Do you really find her so delightful?—\nShe is still in the convent. She must be back in school\nagain on Monday.\nKADIDIA. What did you say, mama?\nMAGELONE. I was just telling the gentleman that you\ngot the highest mark in geometry last week.\nHEILMANN. Some pretty hair she's got!\nCASTI-PIANI. Just look at her feet: the way she\nwalks!\nPUNTSCHU. By god, she's got breeding!\nMAGELONE. {Smiling.) But my dear sirs, take pity\non her! She's nothing but a child still!\nPUNTSCHU. That'd trouble me damned little! {To\nHeilmann.) I'd give ten years of my life if I could\ninitiate the young lady into the ceremonies of our secret\nsociety!\nMAGELONE. But you won't get me to consent to that\nfor a million. I won't have the child's youth ruined, the\nway mine was!\nCASTI-PIANI. Confessions of a lovely soul! {To\nMagelone.) Would you not agree, either, for a set of\nreal diamonds?\nMAGELONE. Don't brag! You'll give as few real\ndiamonds to me as to my child. You know that quite\nthe best yourself. {Kadidia goes into the rear room.)\nGESCHWITZ. But is nobody at all going to play, this\nevening?\nLUDMILLA. Why, of course, comtesse. I'm counting\non it very much, for one!\nBIANETTA. Then let's take our places right away.\nThe gentlemen will soon come then."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.34", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1493, "texte": "GESCHWITZ. May I ask you to excuse me just a\nsecond. I must say a word to my friend.\nCASTI-PIANI. (Offering his arm to Bianetta.) May\nI have the honor to be your partner? You always hold\nsuch a lucky hand!\nLUDMILLA. Now just give me your other arm and\nthen lead us into the gambling-hell. (The three go\noff s o^rear.)\nMAGELONE. Say, Mr. Puntschu, have you still got a\nfew Jungfrau shares for me, maybe?\nPUNTSCHU. Jungfrau-shares? (To Heilmann.) The\nlady means the stock of the funicular railway on the\nJungfrau. The Jungfrau, you know,—the Virgin—is a\nmountain up which they want to build a wire railway.\n(To Magelone.) You know, just so there may be no\nconfusion;—and how easy that would be in this select\ncircle!— Yes, I still have some four thousand Jungfrau-\nshares, but I should like to keep those for myself. There\nwon't be such another chance soon of making a little\nfortune out of hand.\nHEILMANN. I've only one lone share of this Jung-\nfrau-stock so far. I should like to have more, too.\nPUNTSCHU. I'll try, Mr. Heilmann, to look after\nsome for you. But I'll tell you beforehand you'll have to\npay drug-store prices for them!\nMAGELONE. My fortune-teller advised me to look\nabout me in time. All my savings are in Jungfrau-shares\nnow. If it doesn't .turn out well, Mr. Puntschu, I'll\nscratch your eyes out!\nPUNTSCHU. I am perfectly sure of my affairs, my\ndearie!\nALVA. (Who has come back from the card-room, to\nMagelone.) I can guarantee your fears are absolutely"}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.35", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1370, "texte": "unfounded. I paid very dear for my Jungfrau-stock and\nhaven't regretted it a minute. They're going up steadily\nfrom day to day. There never was such a thing before.\nMAGELONE. All the better, if you're right. (Taking\nPuntschus arm.) Come, my friend, let's try our luck\nnow at baccarat. ( All go out, rear, except Geschwitz and,\nRodrigo who scribbles something on a piece of paper and\nfolds it up, then notices Geschwitz.)\nRODRIGO. Hm, madam countess— ( starts\nand shrinks.) Do I look as dangerous as that? (To\nhimself.) I must make a bon mot. (Aloud.) May I\nperhaps make so bold—\nGESCHWITZ. You can go to the devil!\nCASTI-PIANI. (As he leads Lulu in.) Permit me a\nword or two.\nLULU. (Not noticing Rodrigo who presses his note\ninto her hand.) Oh, as many as you like. (Rodrigo\nbows and goes out, rear.)\nCASTI-PIANI. (To Geschwitz.) Leave us alone!\nLULU. (To Casti-Piani.) Have I hurt you again in\nany way?\nCASTI-PIANI. (Since Geschwitz does not stir.) Are\nyou deaf? (Geschwitz, sighing deeply, goes out, rear.)\nLULU. Just say straight out how much you want.\nCASTI-PIANI. With money you can no longer serve\nme.\nLULU. What makes you think that we have no more\nmoney ?\nCASTI-PIANI. YOU handed out the last bit of it to me\nyesterday.\nLULU. If you're sure of that then I suppose it's so.\nCASTI-PIANI. You're down on the bare ground, you\nand your writer."}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.36", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1653, "texte": "LULU. Then why all the words?—If you want to\nhave me for yourself you need not first threaten me with\nexecution.\nCASTI-PIANI. I know that. But I've told you more\nthan once that you won't be my downfall. I haven't\nsucked you dry because you loved me, but loved you in\norder to suck you. Bianetta is more to my taste from\ntop to bottom than you. You set out the choicest sweet-\nmeats, and after one has frittered his time away at them\nhe finds he's hungrier than before. You've loved too\nlong, even for our present relations. With a healthy\nyoung man, you only ruin his nervous system. But you'll\nfit all the more perfectly in the position I have sought\nout for you.\nLULU. You're crazy! Have I commissioned you to\nfind a position for me?\nCASTI-PIANI. I told you, though, that I was an ap-\npointments-agent.\nLULU. You told me you were a police spy.\nCASTI-PIANI. One can't live on that alone. I was an\nappointments-agent originally, till I blundered over a\nminister's daughter I'd got a position for in Valparaiso.\nThe little darling in her childhood's dreams imagined the\nlife even more intoxicating than it is, and complained of\nit to Mama. On that, they nabbed me; but by reliable\ndemeanor I soon enough won the confidence of the crimi-\nnal police and they sent me here on a hundred and fifty\nmarks a month, because they were tripling our contingent\nhere on account of these everlasting bomb-explosions. But\nwho can get along on a hundred and fifty marks a month?\nMy colleagues get women to support them; but, of course,\nI found it more convenient to take up my former calling\nagain; and of the numberless adventuresses of the best"}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.37", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1776, "texte": "families of the entire world, whom chance brings together\nhere, I have already forwarded many a young creature\nhungry for life to the place of her natural vocation.\nLULU. ( Decisively.) I wouldn't do in that business.\nCASTI-PIANI. Your views on that question make no\ndifference whatever to me. The department of justice\nwTill pay anyone who delivers the murderess of Dr. Schon\ninto the hands of the police a thousand marks. I only\nneed to whistle for the constable who's standing down at\nthe corner to have earned a thousand marks. Against\nthat, the House of Oikonomopulos in Cairo bids sixty\npounds for you—twelve hundred marks—two hundred\nmore than the Attorney General. And, besides, I am\nstill so far a friend of mankind that I prefer to help my\nloves to happiness, not plunge them into misfortune.\nLULU. {As before.) The life in such a house can\nnever make a woman of my stamp happy. When I was\nfifteen, that might have happened to me. I was desperate\nthen—thought I should never be happy. I bought a re-\nvolver, and ran one night bare-foot thru the deep snow\nover the bridge to the park to shoot myself there.\nBut then by good luck I lay three months in the hospital\nwithout setting eyes on a man, and in that time my eyes\nopened and I got to know myself. Night after night\nin my dreams I saw the man for whom I was created and\nwho was created for me, and then when I was let out on\nthe men again I was no longer a silly goose. Since then\nI can see on a man, in a pitch-dark night and a hundred\nfeet away, whether we're suited to each other; and if I\nsin against that insight I feel the next day dirtied, body\nand soul, and need weeks to get over the loathing I have\nfor myself. And now you imagine I'll give myself to\nevery and any Tom and Harry!"}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.38", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1700, "texte": "CASTI-PIANI. Toms and Harries don't patronize Oiko-\nnomopulos of Cairo. His custom consists of Scottish\nlords, Russian dignitaries, Indian governors, and our\njolly Rhineland captains of industry. I must only guar-\nantee that you speak French. With your gift for lan-\nguages you'll quickly enough learn as much English, be-\nsides, as you'll need to get on with. And you'll reside in\na royally furnished apartment with an outlook on the\nminarets of the El Azhar Mosque, and walk around all\nday on Persian carpets as thick as your fist, and dress\nevery evening in a fabulous Paris gown and drink as much\nchampagne as your customers can pay for, and, finally,\nyou'll even remain, up to a certain point, your own mis-\ntress. If the man doesn't please you, you needn't bring\nhim any reciprocal feelings. Just let him give in his card,\nand then— ( Shrugs,and snaps his fingers.) If the ladies\ndidn't get used to that the whole business would be\nsimply impossible, because every one after the first four\nweeks would go headlong to the devil.\nLULU. (Her voice shaking.) Ido believe that since\nyesterday you've got a screw loose somewhere. Am Ito\nunderstand that the Egyptian will pay fifteen hundred\nfrancs for a person whom he's never seen ?\nCASTI-PIANI. I took the liberty of sending him your\npictures.\nLULU. Those pictures that I gave you, you've sent\nto him ?\nCASTI-PIANI. You see he can value them better than\nI. The picture in which you stand before the mirror\nas Eve he'll probably hang up at the house-door, after\nyou've got there. . . . And then there's one thing more\nfor you to notice: with Oikonomopulos in Cairo you'll\nbe safer from your blood-hounds than if you crept into"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.39", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1615, "texte": "a Canadian wilderness. It isn't so easy to transport an\nEg)'ptian courtesan to a German prison,—first, on account\nof the mere expense, and second, from fear of coming too\nclose to eternal Justice.\nLULU. (Proudly, in a clear voice.) What's your eter-\nnal Justice to do with me! You can see as plain as your\nfive fingers I shan't let myself be locked up in any such\namusement-place!\nCASTI-PIANI. Then do you want me to whistle for\nthe policeman?\nLULU. {ln wonder.) Why don't you simply ask me\nfor twelve hundred marks, if you want the money?\nCASTI-PIANI. I want for no money! And I also don't\nask for it because you're dead broke.\nLULU. We still have thirty thousand marks.\nCASTI-PIANI. In Jungfrau-stock! I never have any-\nthing to do with stock. The Attorney-General pays in\nthe national currency, and Oikonomopulos pays in Eng-\nlish gold. You can be on board early to-morrow. The\npassage doesn't last much more than five days. In two\nweeks at most you're in safety. Here you are nearer to\nprison than anywhere. It's a wonder which I, as one of\nthe secret police, cannot understand, that you two have\nbeen able to live for a full year unmolested. But just\nas I came on the track of your antecedents, so any day,\nwith your mighty consumption of men, one of my col-\nleagues may make the happy discovery. Then I may just\nwipe my mouth, and you spend in prison the most en-\njoyable years of your life. If you will kindly decide\nquickly. The train goes at 12.30. If we haven't struck\na bargain before eleven, I whistle up the policeman. If\nwe have, I pack you, just as you stand, into a carriage,"}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.40", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1652, "texte": "drive you to the station, and to-morrow escort you on\nboard ship.\nLULU. But is it possible you can be serious in all this?\nCASTI-PIANI. Don't you understand that I can act now\nonly for your bodily rescue?\nLULU. I'll go with you to America or to China, but I\ncan't let myself be sold of my own accord! That is worse\nthan prison!\nCASTI-PIANI. {Drawing a letter from his pocket.)\nJust read this effusion! I'll read it to you. Here's the\npostmark \"Cairo,\" so you won't believe I work with\nforged documents. The girl is a Berliner, was married\ntwo years and to a man whom you would have envied\nher, a former comrade of mine. He travels now for the\nHamburg Colonial Company. . . .\nLULU. {Merrily.) Then perhaps he visits his\nwife occasionally?\nCASTI-PIANA. That is not incredible. But hear this\nimpulsive expression of her feelings. My white-slave traf-\nfic seems to me absolutely no more honorable than the very\nbest judge would tax it with being, but a cry of joy like\nthis lets me feel a certain moral satisfaction for a moment.\nI am proud to earn my money by scattering happiness with\nfull hands. {Reads.) \"Dear Mr. Meyer\"—that's my\nname as a white-slave trader—\"when you go to Berlin,\nplease go right away to the conservatory on the Potsdamer\nStrasse and ask for Gusti von Rosenkron—the most beau-\ntiful woman that I've ever seen in nature—delightful\nhands and feet, naturally small waist, straight back, full\nbody, big eyes and short nose—just the sort you like best.\nI have written to her already. She has no prospects with\nher singing. Her mother hasn't a penny. Sorry she's\nalready twenty-two, but she's pining for love. Can't"}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.41", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1572, "texte": "marry, because absolutely without means. I have spoken\nwith Madame. They'd like to take another German, if\nshe's well educated and musical. Italians and French-\nwomen can't compete with us, 'cause of too little culture.\nIf you should see Fritz\"—Fritz is the husband; he's get-\nting a divorce, of course,—\"tell him it was all a bore.\nHe didn't know any better, nor did I either.\" Now come\nthe exact details—\nLULU. {Goaded.) I can not sell the only thing that\never was my own!\nCASTI-PIANI. Let me read some more.\nLULU. {As before.) This very evening, I'll hand\nover to you our entire wealth.\nCASTI-PIANI. Believe me, for God's sake, I've got\nyour last red cent! If we haven't left this house before\neleven, you and your lot will be transported to-morrow\nin a police-car to Germany.\nLULU. You can't give me up!\nCASTI-PIANI. Do you think that would be the worst\nthing I can have done in my life? ... I must, in case\nwe go to-night, have just a brief word with Bianetta.\n{He goes into the card-room, leaving the door open -\nhind him. Lulu stares before her, mechanically crumpling\nup the note that Rodrigo stuck into her hand, which she\nhas held in her fingers thruout the dialog. Alva, behind\nthe card-table, gets up, a bill in his hand, and comes into\nthe salon.)\nALVA. {To Lulu.) Brilliantly! It's going bril-\nliantly! Geschwitz is wagering her last shirt. Puntschu\nhas promised me ten more Jungfrau-shares. Steinherz is\nmaking her little gains and profits. {Exit, lower right.)\nLULU. lin a bordell?—{She reads the paper she holds,\nand laughs madly.)"}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.42", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1458, "texte": "ALVA. (Coming back with a cash-box in his hand.)\nAren't you going to play, too?\nLULU. Oh, yes, surely—why not?\nALVA. By the way, it's in the Berliner Tageblatt to-\nday that Alfred Hugenberg has hurled himself over the\nstairs in prison.\nLULU. Is he too in prison?\nALVA. Only in a sort of house of detention. ( ,\nrear. Lulu is about to follow, but Countess Geschwitz\nmeets her in the door-way.)\nGESCHWITZ. You are going because I come?\nLULU. ( Resolutely.)No, God knows. But when\nyou come then I go.\nGESCHWITZ. You have defrauded me of all the good\nthings of this world that I still possessed. You might\nat the very least preserve the outward forms of polite-\nness in your intercourse with me.\nLULU. {As before.) lam as polite to you as to any\nother woman. I only beg you to be equally so to me.\nGESCHWITZ. Have you forgotten the passionate en-\ndearments by which, while we lay together in the hos-\npital, you seduced me into letting myself be locked\ninto prison for you?\nLULU. Well, why else did you bring me down with\nthe cholera beforehand? I swore very different things\nto myself, even while it was going on, from what I had\nto promise you! lam shaken with horror at the thought\nthat that should ever become reality!\nGESCHWITZ. Then you cheated me consciously, de-\nliberately?\nLULU. {Gaily.) What have you been cheated of,\nthen? Your physical advantages have found so enthu-\nsiastic an admirer here, that I ask myself if I won't have"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.43", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1596, "texte": "to give piano lessons once more, to keep alive! No\nseventeen-year-old child could make a man madder with\nlove than you, a pervert, are making him, poor fellow,\nby your shrewishness.\nGESCHWITZ. Of whom are you speaking? I don't\nunderstand a word.\nLULU. {As before.) I'm speaking of your acrobat,\nof Rodrigo Quast. He's an athlete: he balances two\nsaddled cavalry horses on his chest. Can a woman desire\nanything more glorious? He told me just now that he'd\njump into the water to-night if you did not take pity\non him.\nGESCHWITZ. I do not envy you this cleverness with\nwhich you torture the helpless victims sacrificed to you\nby their inscrutable destiny. My own plight has not yet\nwrung from me the pity that I feel for you. / feel free\nas a god when I think to what creatures you are en-\nslaved.\nLULU. Who do you mean?\nGESCHWITZ. Casti-Piani, upon whose forehead the\nmost degenerate baseness is written in letters of fire!\nLULU. Be silent! I'll kick you, if you speak ill of\nhi m. He loves me with an uprightness against which\n3'our most venturous self-sacrifices are poor as beggary!\nHe gives me such proofs of self-denial as reveal you\nfor the first time in all your loathsomeness! You didn't\nget finished in your mother's womb, neither as woman\nnor as man. You have no> human nature like the rest',\nof us. The stuff didn't go far enough for a man, and\nfor a woman you got too much brain into your skull.\nThat's the reason ycfti're crazy! Turn to Miss Bianetta!\nShe can be had for everything for pay! Press a gold-\npiece into her hand and she'll belong to. you. {All the"}, {"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.44", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1395, "texte": "company save Kadidia throng in out of the\nFor the Lord's sake, what has happened?\nPUNTSCHU. Nothing whatever! We're thirsty, that's\nall.\nMAGELONE. Everybody has won. We can't believe it.\nBIANETTA. It seems I have won a whole fortune!\nLUDMILLA. Don't boast of it, my child. That isn't\nlucky.\nMAGELONE. But the bank has won, too! How is\nthat possible?\nALVA. It is colossal, where all the money comes from!\nCASTI-PIANI. Let us not ask! Enough that we need\nnot spare the champagne.\nHEILMANN. I can pay for a supper in a respectable\nrestaurant afterwards, anyway!\nALVA. To the buffet, ladies! Come to the buffet!\n{All exeunt,lower left.)\nRODRIGO. {Holding Lulu back.) Un momong, my\nheart. Have you read my billet-doux?\nLULU. Threaten me with discovery as much as you\nlike! I have no more twenty thousands to dispose of.\nRODRIGO. Don't lie to me, you punk! You've still\ngot forty thousand in Jungfrau-stock. Your so-called\nspouse has just been bragging of it himself!\nLULU. Then turn to him with your blackmailing!\nIt's all one to me what he does with his money.\nRODRIGO. Thank you! With that blockhead I'd need\ntwice twenty-four hours to make him grasp what I was\ntalking about. And then come his explanations, that\nmake one deathly sick; and meanwhile my bride writes\nme \"It's all up!\" and I can just hang a hurdy-gurdy over\nmy shoulder.\nLULU. Have you got engaged here, then?"}, {"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.45", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1614, "texte": "RODRIGO. Maybe I ought to have asked your per-\nmission first? What were my thanks here that I freed\nyou from prison at the cost of my health? You aban-\ndoned me! I might have had to be a baggage-man if this\ngirl hadn't taken me up! At my very first entrance, right\naway, they threw a velvet-covered arm-chair at my head!\nThis country is too decadent to value genuine shows of\nstrength any more. If I'd been a boxing kangaroo they'd\nhave interviewed me and put my picture in all the papers.\nThank heaven, I'd already made the acquaintance of my\nCelestine. She's got the savings of twenty years deposited\nwith the government; and she loves me just for myself.\nShe doesn't aim only at vulgar things, like you. She's\nhad three children by an American bishop—all of the\ngreatest promise. Day after to-morrow we'll get mar-\nried by the registrar.\nLULU. You have my blessing.\nRODRIGO. Your blessing can be stolen from me. I've\ntold my bride I had twenty thousand in stock at the bank.\nLULU. {Amused.) And after that he boasts the per-\nson loves him for himself!\nRODRIGO. She honors in me the man of mind, not the\nman of might as you and all the others have done. That's\nover now. First they tore the clothes from one's body\nand then they waltzed around with the chambermaid.\nI'll be a skeleton before I'll let myself in again for such\ndiversions!\nLULU. Then why the devil do you pursue the un-\nfortunate Geschwitz with your attentions?\nRODRIGO. Because the creature is of noble blood. I'm\na man of the world, and can do distinguished conversa-\ntion better than any of you. But now {with a gesture)"}, {"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.46", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1461, "texte": "my talk is hanging out of my mouth! Will you get me\nthe money before to-morrow evening or won't you?\nLULU. I have no money.\nRODRIGO. I'll have hen-droppings in my head before\nI'll let myself be put off with that! He'll give you his\nlast cent if you'll only do your damned duty once! You\nlured the poor lad here, and now he can see where to\nscare up a suitable engagement for his accomplishments.\nLULU. What has it to dol with you if he wastes his\nmoney with women or at cards?\nRODRIGO. Do you absolutely want, then, to throw\nthe last penny that his father earned by his paper into\nthe jaws of this rapacious pack? You'll make four people\nhappy if you'll not take things too exactly and sacrifice\nyourself for a beneficent purpose! Has it got to be\nonly Casti-Piani forever?\nLULU. {Lightly.) Shall I ask him perhaps to light\nyou down the stairs?\nRODRIGO. As you wish, countess! If I don't get the\ntwenty thousand marks by to-morrow evening, I make a\nstatement to the police and your court has an end. Auf\nWiedersehen! {Heilm ann entebreathless, upper right.)\nLULU. You're looking for Miss Magelone? She's not\nhere.\nHEILMANN. No, I'm looking for something else—\nRODRIGO. ( Taking him to the entry-door, opposite\nhim.) Second door on the left.\nLULU. {To Rodrigo.) Did you learn that from your\nbride?\nHEILMANN. {Bumping into Puntschu in the door-\nway.) Excuse me, my angel!\nPUNTSCHU. Ah, it's you. Miss Magelone's waiting\nfor you in the lift."}, {"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.47", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1405, "texte": "HEILMANN. You go up with her, please. I'll be\nright back. {He hurries out, left. Lulu goes out at lozver\nleft. Rodrigo follows her.)\nPUNTSCHU. Some heat, that! If I don't cut off your\nears, you'll cut 'em off me! If I can't hire out my Je-\nhoshaphat, I've just got to help myself with my brains!\nWon't they get wrinkled, my brains! Won't they get\nindisposed! Won't they need to bathe in Eau de Co-\nlogne! {Boh, a groom in a red jacket, tight leather\nbreeches, and twinkling riding-boots, 15 years old, brings\nin a telegram.)\n808. Mr. Puntschu, the banker!\nPUNTSCHU. {Breaks open the telegram and mur-\nmurs:) \"Jungfrau Funicular Stock fallen to—\" Ay, ay,\nso goes the world! {Toßob.) Wait! {Gives him a\ntip.) Tell me—what's your name?\n808. Well, it's really Freddy, but they call me Bob,\nbecause that's the fashion now.\nPUNTSCHU. How old are you?\n808. Fifteen.\nKADIDIA. {Enters hesitatingly from lower left.) I\nbeg your pardon, can you tell me if mama is here?\nPUNTSCHU. No, my dear. {Aside.) Devil, she's\ngot breeding!\nKADIDIA. I'm hunting all over for her; I can't find\nher anywhere.\nPUNTSCHU. Your mama will turn up again soon, as\ntrue as my name's Puntschu! {Looking at Bob.) And\nthat pair of breeches! God of Justice! It gets uncanny!\n{He goes out, upper right.)\nKADIDIA. Haven't you seen my mama, perhaps?\n808. No, but you only need to come with me.\nKADIDIA. Where is she then?"}, {"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.48", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1444, "texte": "808. She's gone up in the lift. Come along.\nKADIDIA. No, no, I can't go up with you.\n808. We can hide up there in the corridor.\nKADIDIA. No, no, I can't come, or I'll be scolded.\n{Magelone, terribly excited, rushes in, upper left, and\npossesses herself of Kadidia.)\nMAGELONE. Ha, there you are at last, you common\ncreature!\nKADIDIA. {Crying.) O mama, mama, I was hunting\nfor you!\nMAGELONE. Hunting for me? Did I tell you to hunt\nfor me? What have you had to do with this fellow?\n{Heilmann, Alva, Ludmilla, Puntschu, and\nLulu enter, lower left. Bob has withdrawn.) Now\ndon't bawl before all the people on me; look out, I\ntell you!\nLULU. {As they all surround Kadidia.) But you're\ncrying, sweetheart! Why are you crying?\nPUNTSCHU. By God, she's really been crying! Who's\ndone anything to hurt you, little goddess?\nLUDMILLA. {Kneels before her and folds her in her\narms.) Tell me, cherub, what bad thing has happened.\nDo you want a cookie? Do you want some chocolate?\nMAGELONE. It's just nerves. The child's getting them\nmuch too soon. It would be the best thing if no one\npaid any attention to her!\nPUNTSCHU. That sounds like you! You're a pretty\nmother! The courts 'll yet take the child away from you\nand appoint me her guardian! {Stroking\ncheeks.) Isn't that so, my little goddess?\nGESCHWITZ. I should be glad if we started the bac-\ncarat again at last? {All go into the card-room. Lulu\nis held back at the door by Bob.)"}, {"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.49", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1493, "texte": "LULU. (When Bob has whispered to her.) Certainly!\nLet him come in! (Bob opens the door and lets Schi-\ngolch enter, in evening dress, his patent-leather shoes\nmuch worn, and keeping on his shabby opera hat.)\nSCHIGOLCH. ( With a look at Bob.) Where d'd you\nget him from?\nLULU. The circus.\nSCHIGOLCH, How much does he get?\nLULU. Ask him if it interests you. (To Bob.) Shut\nthe doors. (Bob goes out lower left, shutting the door\nbehind him.)\nSCHIGOLCH. (Sitting down.) The truth is, I'm in\nneed of money. I've hired a flat for my mistress.\nLULU. Have you taken another mistress here, too ?\nSCHIGOLCH. She's from Frankfort. In her youth she\nwas mistress to the King of Naples. She tells me every\nday she was once very bewitching.\nLULU. (Outwardly with complete composure.) Does\nshe need the money very badly?\nSCHIGOLCH. She wants to fit up her own apartments.\nSuch sums are of no account to you. (Lulu is sud-\ndenly overcome with a fit of weeping.)\nLULU. (Flinging herself at Schigolch.) O God Om-\nnipotent !\nSCHIGOLCH. (Patting her.) Well? What is it now?\nLULU. (Sobbing violently.) It's too horrible!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Draws her onto his knee and holds her\nin his arms like a little child.) Hm—You're trying to\ndo too much, child. You must go< to bed, now and then,\nwith a story.—Cry, that's right, cry it all out. It used\nto shake you just so fifteen years ago. Nobody has\nscreamed since then, the way you could scream! You\ndidn't wear any white tufts on your head then, nor any"}, {"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.50", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1325, "texte": "transparent stockings on your legs: you had neither shoes\nnor stockings then.\nLULU. {Crying.) Take me home with you! Take\nme home with you to-night! Please! We'll find car-\nriages enough downstairs!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'll take you with me; I'll take you with\nme.—What is it?\nLULU. It's going round my neck! I'm to be shown up!\nSCHIGOLCH. By who ? Who's showing you up ?\ni e\nLULU. The acrobat.\nSCHIGOLCH. {With the utmost composure.) I'll look\nafter him.\nLULU. Look after him! Please, look after him!\nThen do with me what you will!\nSCHIGOLCH. If he comes to me, he's done for. My\nwindow is over the water. But {shaking his head) he\nwon't come; he won't come.\nLULU. What number do you live at?\nSCHIGOLCH. 376, the last house before the hippodrome.\nLULU. I'll send him there. He'll come with the crazy\nperson that creeps about my feet. He'll come this very\nevening. Go home and let them find it comfortable.\nSCHIGOLCH. Just let them come.\nLULU. To-morrow bring the gold rings he wears in\nhis ears.\nSCHIGOLCH. Has he got rings in his ears?\nLULU. You can take them out before you let him\ndown. He doesn't notice anything when he's drunk.\nSCHIGOLCH. And then, child—what then?\nLULU. Then I'll give you the money for your mistress.\nSCHIGOLCH. I call that pretty stingy.\nLULU. And whatever else you want! What I have!"}, {"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.51", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1325, "texte": "SCHIGOLCH. It's pretty near ten years since we knew\neach other.\nLULU. Is that all?—But you've got a mistress.\nSCHIGOLCH. My Frankforter is no longer of to-day.\nLULU. But then swear!\nSCHIGOLCH. Haven't I always kept my word to you?\nLULU. Swear that you'll look after him!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'll look after him.\nLULU. Swear it to me! Swear it to me!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Puts his hand on her ankle.) By every-\nthing that's holy! To-night, if he comes—\nLULU. By everything that's holy!— How cool that is!\nSCHIGOLCH. How hot this is!\nLULU. Drive straight home. They'll come in half-an-\nhour! Take a carriage!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'm going.\nLULU. Quick! Please! All-powerful—\nSCHIGOLCH. Why do you stare at me so again already?\nLULU. Nothing— .. .\nSCHIGOLCH. Well? Is your tongue frozen on you?\nLULU. My garter's broken.\nSCHIGOLCH. What if it is? Is that all?\nLULU. What does that augur?\nSCHIGOLCH. What does it? I'll fasten it for you if\nyou'll keep still.\nLULU. That augurs misfortune!\nSCHIGOLCH. {Y awning.) Not for you, child. Cheer\nup, I'll look after him! {Exit. Lulu puts her left foot\non a foot-stool,fastens her garter, and goes out into the\ncard-room. Then Rodrigo is cuffed in from the dining-\nroom, lower left, by Casti-Piani.)\nRODRIGO. You can treat me decently anyway!\nCASTI-PIANI. (Still perfectly unemotional.) What-"}, {"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.52", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1447, "texte": "ever would induce me to do that? I will know what you\nsaid to her here a little while- ago.\nRODRIGO. Then you can be very fond of me!\nCASTI-PIANI. Will you bandy words with me, dog?\nYou demanded that she go up in the lift with you!\nRODRIGO. That's a shameless, perfidious lie!\ni\nCASTI-PIANI. She told me so herself. You threatened\nto denounce her if she didn't go with you.—Shall I shoot\nyou on the spot?\nRODRIGO. The shameless hussy! As if anything like\nthat could occur to me!—Even if I should want to have\nher, God knows I don't first need to threaten her with\nprison!\nCASTI-PIANI. Thank you. That's all I wanted to\nknow. {Exit, upper left.)\nRODPJGO. Such a hound! A fellow I could throw up\nonto the roof so he'd stick like a Limburger cheese!—\nCome back here, so I can wind your guts round your\nneck. That would be even better!\nLULU. {Enters, lower left; merrily.) Where were\nyou? I've been hunting for you like a pin.\nRODRIGO. I've shown hi m what it means to start\nanything with me!\nLULU. Whom?\nRODRIGO. Your Casti-Piani! What made you tell him,\nyou slut, that I wanted to seduce you ?!\nLULU. Did you not ask me to give myself to my de-\nceased husband's son for twenty thousand in Jungfrau\nshares?\nRODRIGO. Because it's your duty to take pity on the\npoor young fellow! You shot away his father before his\nnose in the very best years of life! But your Casti-Piani\nwill think it over before he comes into my sight again."}, {"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.53", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1551, "texte": "I gave him one in the basket that made the tripes fly to\nheaven like Roman candles. If you've got no better sub-\nstitute for me, then I'm sorry ever to have had your favor!\nLULU. Lady Geschwitz is in the fearfullest case. She\ntwists herself up in fits. She's at the point of jumping\ninto the water if you let her wait any longer.\nRODRIGO. What's the beast waiting for?\nLULU. For you, to take her with you.\nRODRIGO. Then give her my regards, and she can jump\ninto the water.\nLULU. She'll lend me twenty thousand marks to save\nme from destruction if you will preserve her from it her-\nself. If 3'ou'll take her off to-night, I'll deposit twenty\nthousand marks to-morrow in your name at any bank you\nsay.\nRODRIGO. And if I don't take her off with me?\nLULU. Denounce me! Alva and I are dead broke.\nRODRIGO. Devil and damnation!\nLULU. You make four people happy if you don't take\nthings too exactly and sacrifice yourself for a beneficent\npurpose.\nRODRIGO. That won't go; I know that, beforehand.\nI've tried that out enough now. Who counts on an honor-\nable soul like that in a bag o' bones! What the person had\nfor me was her being an aristocrat. My behavior was as\ngentleman-like, and more, as you could find among Ger-\nman circus-people. If I'd only just pinched her in the\ncalves once!\nLULU. {Watchfully.) She is still a virgin.\nRODRIGO. {Sighing.) If there's a God in heaven,\nyou'll get paid for your jokes some day! I prophesy that.\nLULU. Geschwitz waits. What shall I tell her?\nRODRIGO. My very best wishes, and lam perverse."}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.54", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1446, "texte": "LULU. I will deliver that.\nRODRIGO. Wait a sec. Is it certain sure I get twenty\nthousand marks from her?\nLULU. Ask herself!\nRODRIGO. Then tell her I'm ready. I await her in\nthe dining-room. I must just first look after a barrel of\ncaviare. {Exit, left. Lulu opens the rear door and calls\nin a clear voice \"Martha!\" Countess Geschwitz enters,\nclosing the door behind her.)\nLULU. {Pleased.) Dear heart, you can save me from\ndeath to-night.\nGESCHWITZ. How?\nLULU. By going to a certain house with the acrobat.\nGESCHWITZ. What for, dear?\nLULU. He says you must belong to him this very night\nor he'll denounce me to-morrow.\nGESCHWITZ. You know I can't belong to any man.\nMy fate has not permitted that.\nLULU. If you don't please him, that's his own fix.\nWhy has he fallen in love with you?\nGESCHWITZ. But he'll get as brutal as a hangman.\nHe'll revenge himself for his disappointment and beat my\nhead in. I've been thru that already. . . . Can you not\npossibly spare me this hardest test?\nLULU. What will you gain by his denouncing me?\nGESCHWITZ. I have still enough of my fortune to take\nus to America together in the steerage. There you'd be\nsafe from all your pursuers.\nLULU. {Pleased and gay.) I want to stay here.\nI can never be happy in any other city. You must\ntell him that you can't live without him. Then he'll\nfeel flattered and be gentle as a lamb. You must pay\nthe coachman, too: give him this paper with the address"}, {"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.55", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1507, "texte": "on it. 376 is a sixth-class hotel where they're expecting\nyou with him this evening.\nGESCHWITZ. (Shuddering.) How can such a mon-\nstrosity save your life? I don't understand that. You\nhave conjured up to torture me the most terrible fate that\ncan fall upon outlawed me!\nLULU. {Watchful.) Perhaps the encounter will cure\nyou.\nGESCHWITZ. {Sighing.) O Lulu, if an eternal retri-\nbution does exist, I hope I may not have to answer then for\nyou. I cannot make myself believe that no God watches\nover us. Yet you are probably right that there is no-\nthing there, for how can an insignificant worm like me\nhave provoked his wrath so as to experience only horror\nthere where all living creation swoons for bliss?\nLULU. You needn't complain. When you are happy\nyou're a hundred thousand times happier than one of us\nordinary mortals ever is!\nGESCHWITZ. I know that too! I envy no one! But I\nam still waiting. You have deceived me so often already.\nLULU. lam yours, my darling, if you quiet Mr. Acro-\nbat till to-morrow. He only wants his vanity placated.\nYou must beseech him to take pity on you.\nGESCHWITZ. And to-morrow?\nLULU. I await you, my heart. I shall not open my\neyes till you come: see no chambermaid, receive no hair-\ndresser, not open my eyes before you are with me.\nGESCHWITZ. Then let him come.\nLULU. But you must throw yourself at his head, dear!\nHave you got the house-number?\nGESCHWITZ. Three-seventy-six. But quick now!\nLULU. {Calls into the dining-room.) Ready, my\ndarling?"}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.56", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1372, "texte": "RODRIGO. {Entering.) The ladies will pardon my\nmouth's being full.\nGESCHWITZ. {Seizing his hand.) I implore you, have\nmercy on my need!\nRODRIGO. Ala bonne heure! Let us mount the scaf-\nfold! {Offers her his arm.)\nLULU. Good-night, children! {Accompanies them in-\nto the corridor. . . . then quickly returns with Bob.)\nQuick, quick, Bob! We must get away this moment!\nYou escort me! But we must change clothes!\n808. {Curt and clear.) As the gracious lady bids.\nLULU. Oh what, gracious lady! You give me your\nclothes and put on mine. Come! {Exeunt into the din-\ning-room. Noise in the card-room, the doors are torn\nopen, and Puntschu, Heilmann, Alva, Bianetta, Magelone,\nKadidia and Ludmilla enter, Heilmann holding a piece of\npaper with a glowing Alpine peak at its top.)\nHEILMANN. {To Puntschu.) Will you accept this\nshare of Jungfrau-stock, sir?\nPUNTSCHU. But that paper has no exchange, my\nfriend.\nHEILMANN. You rascal! You just don't want to give\nme my revenge!\nMAGELONE. (To Bianetta.) Have you any idea what\nit's all about?\nLUDMILLA. Puntschu has taken all his money from\nhim, and now gives up the game.\nHEILMANN. Now he's got cold feet, the filthy Jew!\nPUNTSCHU. How have I given up the game? How\nhave I got cold feet? The gentleman has merely to lay\nplain cash! Is this my banking-office I'm in? He can\nproffer me his trash to-morrow morning!"}, {"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.57", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1447, "texte": "HEILMANN. Trash you call that? The stock in my\nknowledge is at 210!\nPUNTSCHU. Yesterday it was at 210, you're right.\nTo-day, it's just nowhere. And to-morrow you'll find\nnothing cheaper or more tasteful to paper your stairs with.\nALVA. But how is that possible ? Then we would\nbe down and out!\nPUNTSCHU. Well, what am I to say, who have lost\nmy whole fortune in it! To-morrow morning I shall\nhave the pleasure of taking up the struggle for an assured\nexistence for the thirty-sixth time!\nMAGELONE. ( Passing forward.) Am I dreaming or\ndo I really hear the Jungfrau-stock has fallen?\nPUNTSCHU. Fallen even lower than you! Tho> you\ncan use 'em for curl-paper.\nMAGELONE. O God in Heaven! Ten years' work!\n(Falls in a faint.)\nKADIDIA. Wake up, mama! Wake up!\nBIANETTA. Say, Mr. Puntschu, where will you eat\nthis evening, since you've lost your whole fortune?\nPUNTSCHU. Wherever you like, young lady! Take\nme where you will, but quickly! Here it's getting fright-\nful. ( Exeunt Puntschu and Bianetta.)\nHEILMANN. ( Squeezing up his stock and flinging it to\nthe ground.) That is what one gets from this pack!\nLUDMILLA. Why do you speculate on the Jungfrau\ntoo? Send a few little notices on the company to the\nGerman police here, and then you'll still win something\nin the end.\nHEILMANN. I've never tried that in my life, but if\nyou want to help me—?\nLUDMILLA. Let's go to an all-night restaurant. Do\nyou know the Five-footed Calf?"}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.58", "debut_caractere": 23, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1372, "texte": "HEILMAN. I'm very sorry—\nLUDMILLA. Or the Sucking Lamb, or the Smoking\nDog? They're all right near here. We'll be all by our-\nselves there, and before dawn we'll have a little article\nready.\nHEILMANN. Don't you sleep?\nLUDMILLA. Oh, of course; but not at night. (\nHeilmann and Ludmilla.)\nALVA. (Who has been trying to resuscitate Mage-\nlone.) Ice-cold hands! Ah, what a splendid woman!\nWe must undo her waist. Come, Kadidia, undo your\nmother's waist! She's so fearfully tight-laced.\nKADIDIA. (Without stirring.) I'm afraid. (Lulu\nenters lower left in a jockey-capred jacket, white leather\nbreeches and riding boots, a riding cape over her\nshoulders.)\nLULU. Have you any cash, Alva?\nALVA. (Looking up.) Have you gone crazy?\nLULU. In two minutes the police'll be here. We are\ndenounced. You can stay of course, if you're eager to!\nALVA. (Springing up.) Merciful Heaven! (Exeunt\nAlva and Lulu.)\nKADIDIA. (Shaking her mother, in tears.) Mama,\nMama! Wake up! They've all run away!\nMAGELONE. (Coming to herself.) And youth gone!\nAnd my best days gone! Oh, this life!\nKADIDIA. But I'm young, mama! Why shouldn't I\nearn any money? I don't want to go back to the con-\nvent! Please, mama, keep me with you!\nMAGELONE. God bless you, sweetheart! You don't\nknow what you say— Oh, no, I shall look around for\nan engagement in a Variete, and sing the people my mis-"}, {"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.59", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 636, "texte": "fortunes with the Jungfrau-stock. Things like that are\nalways applauded.\nKADIDIA. But you've got no voice, mama!\nMAGELONE. Ah, yes, that's true!\nKADIDIA. Take me with you to the Variete!\nMAGELONE. No, it would break my heart!— But, well,\nif it can't be otherwise, and you're so made for it,—I can't\nchange things!— Yes, we can go to the Olympia together\nto-morrow!\nKADIDIA. O mama, how glad that makes me feel!\n{A plain-clothes detective enters, upper left.)\n.\nDETECTIVE. In the name of the law—I arrest you!\nCASTI-PIANI. (Following hims bored.) What sort of\nnonsense is that ? That isn't the right one!\nCURTAIN."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c009", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c009", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "58", "page_fin": "79", "image_debut": 60, "image_fin": 81, "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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.9", "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=bmtnaat191411-01.1.60", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1397, "texte": "ACT III\nAn attic room, without windows, but with two sky-\nlights, under one of which stands a bowl filled with\nzvater. Down right, a door thru a board partition into a\nsort of cubicle under the slanting roof. it, a wobbly\nflower-table with a bottle and a smoking oil-lamp on it.\nUpper right, a worn-out couch. Door centre; near it, a\nchair without a seat. Down left, below the entrance door,\na torn gray mattress. None of the doors can shut tight.\nThe rain beats on the roof. Schigolch in a long gray\novercoat lies on the mattress; Alva on the couch, wrapped\nin a plaid whose straps still hang on the wall above him.\nSCHIGOLCH. The rain's drumming for the parade.\nALVA. Cheerful weather for her first appearance! I\ndreamt just now we were dining together at Olympia.\nBianetta was still with us. The table-cloth was dripping\non all four sides with champagne.\nSCHIGOLCH. Ya, ya. And I was dreaming of a Christ-\nmas pudding. ( Lulu appears, back, barefoot, in a torn\nblack dress, but with her hair falling to her shoulders.)\nWhere have you been ? Curling your hair first ?\nALVA. She only does that to revive old memories.\nLULU. If one could only get warmed, just a little,\nfrom one of you!\nALVA. Will you enter barefoot on your pilgrimage?\nSCHIGOLCH. The first step always costs all kinds of\nmoaning and groaning. Twenty years ago it was no whit\nbetter, and what she has learned since then! The coals"}, {"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.61", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1573, "texte": "only have to be blown. When she's been at it a week,\nnot ten locomotives will hold her in our miserable attic.\nALVA. The bowl is running over.\nLULU. What shall Ido with the water?\nALVA. Pour it out the window. (Lulu gets up on the\nchair and empties the bowl thru the sky-light.)\nLULU. It looks as if the rain would let up at last.\nSCHIGOLCH. Your wasting the time when the clerks\ngo home after supper.\nLULU. Would to God I were lying somewhere where\nno step would wake me any more!\nALVA. Would I were, too! Why prolong this life?\nLet's rather starve to death together this very evening in\npeace and concord! Is it not the last stage now ?\nLULU. Why don't you go out and get us something\nto eat? You've never earned a penny in your whole life!\nALVA. In this weather, when no one would kick a\ndog from his door?\nLULU. But me! I, with the little blood I have left\nin my limbs, I am to stop your mouths!\nALVA. I don't touch a farthing of the money!\nSCHIGOLCH. Let her go, just! I long for one more\nChristmas pudding; then I've had enough.\nALVA. And I long for one more beefsteak and a cig-\narette; then die! I was just dreaming of a cigarette, such\nas has never yet been smoked!\nSCHIGOLCH. She'll see us put an end to before her\neyes, before doing herself a little pleasure.\nLULU. The people on the street will sooner leave cloak\nand coat in my hands than go with me for nothing! If\nyou hadn't sold my clothes, I at least wouldn't need to be\nafraid of the lamp-light. I'd like to see the woman who\ncould earn anything in the rags I'm wearing on my body!"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.62", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1541, "texte": "ALVA. I have left nothing human untried. As long\nas I had money I spent whole nights making up tables\nwith which one couldn't help winning against the clever-\nest card-sharps. And yet evening after evening I lost more\nthan if I had shaken out gold by the pailful. Then I\noffered my services to the courtesans; but they don't take\nanyone without the stamps of the courts, and they see\nat the first glance if one's related to the guillotine or\nnot.\nSCHIGOLCH. Ya, ya.\nALVA. I spared myself no disillusionments; but when\nI made jokes, they laughed at m e, and when I behaved\nas respectable as I am, they boxed my ears, and when I\ntried being smutty, they got so chaste and maidenly that\nmy hair stood up on my head for horror. He who has not\nprevailed over society, they have no confidence in.\nSCHIGOLCH. Won't you kindly put on your boots now,\nchild? I don't think I shall grow much older in this\nlodging. It's months since I had any feeling in the ends\nof my toes. Toward midnight, I'll drink a bit more down\nin the pub. The lady that keeps it told me yesterday I\nseemed to really want to be her lover.\nLULU. In the name of the three devils, I'll go down!\n(She puts to her mouth the bottle on the flower-table.)\nSCHIGOLCH. So they can smell your stink a half-hour\noff!\nLULU. I shan't drink it all.\nALVA. You won't go down. You're my woman.\nYou shan't go down. I forbid it!\nLULU. What would you forbid your woman when you\ncan't support yourself?\nALVA. Whose fault is that ? Who but my woman has\nlaid me on the sick-bed?"}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.63", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1550, "texte": "LULU. Am I sick?\nALVA. Who has trailed me thru the dung? Who has\nmade me my father's murderer?\nLULU. Did you shoot him ? He didn't lose much,\nbut when I see you lying there I could hack off both my\nhands for having sinned so against my judgment! (She\ngoes out, into her room.)\nALVA. She infected me from her Casti-Piani. It's a\nlong time since she was susceptible to it herself!\nSCHIGOLCH. Little devils like her can't begin putting\nup with it too soon, if angels are ever going to come out\nof them.\nALVA. She ought to have been born Empress of Russia.\nThen she'd have been in the right place. A second Cath-\nerine the Second! ( Lulu re-enters with a worn-out pair\nof boots, and sits on the floor to put them on.)\nLULU. If only I don't go headfirst down the stairs!\nUgh, how cold! Is there anything in the world more\ndismal than a daughter of joy?\nSCHIGOLCH. Patience, patience! She's only got to\ntake the right road into the business at the start.\nLULU. It's all right with me! Nothing's wrong with\nme any more. ( Puts the bottle to her lips.) That\nwarms one! O accursed! (Exit.)\nSCHIGOLCH. When we hear her coming, we must\ncreep into my cubby-hole awhile.\nALVA. I'm damned sorry for her! When I think back.\n. . . I grew up with her in away, you know.\nSCHIGOLCH. She'll hold out as long as I live, anyway.\nALVA. We treated each other at first like brother and\nsister. Mama was still living then. I met her by chance\none morning when she was dressing. Dr. Goll had been\ncalled \"for a consultation. Her hair-dresser had read my"}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.64", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1604, "texte": "first poem, that I'd had printed in \"Society\": \"Follow thy\npack far over the mountains; it will return again, covered\nwith sweat and dust—\"\nSCHIGOLCH. Oh, ya!\nALVA. And then she came, in rose-colored muslin, with\nnothing under it but a white satin slip—for the Spanish\nambassador's ball. Dr. Goll seemed to feel his death\nnear. He asked me to dance with her, so she shouldn't\ncause any mad acts. Papa meanwhile never turned his\neyes from us, and all thru the waltz she was looking over\nmy shoulder, only at him. . . . Afterwards she shot him.\nIt is unbelievable.\nSCHIGOLCH. I've only got a very strong doubt whether\nanyone will bite any more.\nALVA. I shouldn't like to advise it to anybody! (\ngolch grunts.) At that time, tho she was a fully de-\nveloped woman, she had the expression of a five-year-old,\njoyous, utterly healthy child. And she was only three\nyears younger than me then—but how long ago it is now!\nFor all her immense superiority in matters of practi-\ncal life, she let me explain \"Tristan and Isolde\" to\nher—and how entrancingly she could listen! Out\nof the little sister who at her marriage still felt like a\nschool-girl, came the unhappy, hysterical artist's wife.\nOut of the artist's wife came then the spouse of my\nblessed father, and out of her came, then, my mistress.\nWell, so that is the way of the world. Who will prevail\nagainst it?\nSCHIGOLCH. If only she doesn't skid away from the\ngentlemen with honorable intentions and bring us up in-\nstead some vagabond she's exchanged her heart's secrets\nwith.\nALVA. I kissed her for the first time in her rustling"}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.65", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1512, "texte": "bridal dress. But afterwards she didn't remember it. . . .\nAll the same, I believe she had thought of me even in my\nfather's arms. It can't have been often with him: he had\nhis best time behind him, and she deceived him with\ncoachman and boot-black; but when she did give herself to\nhim, then I stood before her soul. Thru that, too, with-\nout my realizing it, she attained this dreadful power over\nme.\nSCHIGOLCH. There they are! (Heavy steps are heard\nmounting the stairs.)\nALVA. ( Starting up.) I will not endure it! I'll\nthrow the fellow out!\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Wearily picks himself up, takes Alva by\nthe collar and cuffs him toward the Forward, for-\nward ! How is the young man to confess his trouble to\nher with us two sprawling round here?\nALVA. But if he demands other things—low things—\nof her?\nSCHIGOLCH. If, well, if! What more will he demand\nof her? He's only a man like the rest of us!\nALVA. We must leave the door open.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Pushing Alva in, right.) Nonsense!\nLie down!\nALVA. I'll hear it soon enough. Heaven spare him!\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Closing the door, from inside.) Shut up!\nALVA. {Faintly.) He'd better look out! {Lulu en-\nters, folloived by Hunidei, a gigantic figure with a\nsmooth-shaven, rosy face, sky-blue eyes, and a friendly\nsmile. He wears a tall hat and overcoat and carries a\ndripping umbrella.)\nLULU. Here's where I live. {Hunidei puts his finger\nto his lips and looks at Lulu significantly. Then he opens\nhis umbrella and puts it on the floor, rear, to dry.) Of"}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.66", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1646, "texte": "course, I know it isn't very comfortable here. (\ncomes forward and puts his hand over her jnouth.) What\ndo you mean me to understand by that? (Hunidei puts\nhis hand over her mouth,and his finger to his lips.) I\ndon't know what that means. ( quickly stops her\nmouth. Lulu frees herself.) We're quite alone here. No\none will hear us. ( Hunidei lays his finger on his lips,\nshakes his head, points at Lulu, opens his mouth as if to\nspeak, points at himself and then at the door.) Herr\nGott, he's a monster! ( Hunide stops her mouth; then\ngoes rear, folds up his overcoat and lays it over the chair\nnear the door; then comes down with a broad smile, takes\nLulu s head in both his hands and kisses her on the fore-\nhead. The door, right, half opens.)\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Behind the door.) He's got a screw\nloose.\nALVA. He'd better look out!\nSCHIGOLCH. She couldn't have brought up anything\ndrearier!\nLULU. ( Stepping back.) I hope you're going to give\nme something! ( Hunidei stops her mouth and presses a\ngold-piece in her hand, then looks at her uncertain,\ntioningly, as she examines it and throws it from one hand\nto the other.)\nLULU. All right, it's good. (Puts it into her pocket.\nHunidei quickly stops her mouth, gives her a few silver\ncoins, and glances at her commandingly.) Oh, that's nice\nof you! ( Hunidei leaps jnadly about the room, brandish-\ning his arms and staring upward in despair. Lulu cau-\ntiously nears him, throws an arm round him and kisses\nhim on the mouth. Laughing soundlessly, he frees himself\nfrom her and looks questioningly. She takes up the lampt\nand opens the door to her room. He goes in smiling, tak-"}, {"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.67", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1557, "texte": "ing off his hat. The stage is dark save for what light\ncomes thru the cracks of the door. Alva and Schigolch\ncreep out on all fours.)\nALVA. They're gone.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Behind him.) Wait.\nALVA. One can hear nothing here.\nSCHIGOLCH. You've heard that often enough!\nALVA. I will kneel before her door.\nSCHIGOLCH. Little mother's sonny! (Presses past\nAlva, gropes across the stage to Hunidei s coat, and\nsearches the pockets. Alva crawls to Lulus door.)\nGloves, nothing more! ( Turns the coat round, searches\nthe inside pockets, pulls a book out that he gives to Alva.)\nJust see what that is. {Alva holds the book to the light.)\nALVA. {Wearily deciphering the title-page.) Warn-\nings to pious pilgrims and such as wish to be so. Very\nhelpful. Price, 25.6 d.\nSCHIGOLCH. It looks to me as if God had left hi m\npretty completely. {Lays the coat over the chair again\nand makes for the cubby-hole.) There's nothing doing\nwith these people. The country's best time's behind it!\nALVA. Life is never as bad as it's painted. {He, too,\ncreeps back.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Not even a silk muffler he's got and yet\nin Germany we creep on our bellies before this rabble.\nALVA. Come, let's vanish again.\nSCHIGOLCH. She only thinks of herself, and takes the\nfirst man that runs across her path. Hope the dog re-\nmembers her the rest of his life! {They disappear, left,\nshutting the door behind them. Lulu re-enters, setting\nthe lamp on the table. Hunidei follows.)\nLULU. Will you come to see me again? {Hunidei\nstops her mouth. She looks upward in a sort of despair"}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.68", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1434, "texte": "and shakes her head. Hunidei, putting his coat on, ap-\nproaches her grinning; she throws her arms around his\nneck; he gently frees himself, kisses her hand, and turns\nto the door. She starts to accompany hi?n, but he signs\nto her to stay behind and noiselessly leaves the room.\ngolch and Alva re-enter.)\nLULU. ( Tonelessly.) How he has stirred me up!\nALVA. How much did he give you?\nLULU. {As before.) Here it is! All! Take it! I'm\ngoing down again.\nSCHIGOLCH. We can still live like princes up here.\nALVA. He's coming back.\nSCHIGOLCH. Then let's just retire again, quick.\nALVA. He's after his prayer-book. Here it is. It\nmust have fallen out of his coat.\nLULU. {Listening.) No, that isn't he. That's some\none else.\nALVA. Some one's coming up. I hear it quite plainly.\nLULU. Now there's some one tapping at the door.\nWho may that be?\nSCHIGOLCH. Probably a good friend he's recommended\nus to. Come in! {Countess enters, in poor\nclothes, with a canvas roll in her hand.)\nGESCHWITZ. {To Lulu.) If I've come at a bad\ntime, I'll turn around again. The truth is, I haven't\nspoken to a living soul for ten I must just tell you\nright off, I haven't got any money. My brother never\nanswered me at all.\nSCHIGOLCH. Your ladyship would now like to stretch\nher feet out under our table?\nLULU. {Tonelessly.) I'm going down again.\nGESCHWITZ. Where are you going in this pomp?—\nHowever, I come not wholly empty-handed. I bring"}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.69", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1446, "texte": "you something else. On my way here an old-clothes man\noffered me twelve shillings for it, but I could not force\nmyself to part from it. You can sell it, though, if you\nwant to.\nSCHIGOLCH. What is it?\nALVA. Let us see it. ( Ta canvas and unrolls\nit. Visibly rejoiced.) Oh, by God, it's Lulu's portrait!\nLULU. {Screaming.) Monster, you brought that\nhere? Get it out of my sight! Throw it out of the\nwindow!\nALVA. {Suddenly with renewed life, deeply pleased.)\nWhy, I should like to know? Looking on this picture I\nregain my self-respect. It makes my fate comprehensible\nto me. Everything we have endured gets clear as day.\n{ln a somewhat elegiac strain.) Let him who feels se-\ncure in his middle-class position when he sees these blos-\nsoming pouting lips, these child-eyes, big and innocent,\nthis rose-wF' body abounding in life,—let him cast the\nfirst stone at us!\nSCHIGOLCH. We must nail it up. It will make an\nexcellent impression on our patrons.\nALVA. {Energetic.) There's a nail sticking all ready\nfor it in the wall.\nSCHIGOLCH. But how did you come upon this acqui-\nsition ?\nGESCHWITZ. I secretly cut it out of the wall in your\nhouse, there, after you were gone.\nALVA. TOO bad the color's got rubbed off round the\nedges. You didn't roll it up carefully enough. {Fastens\nit to a high nail in the wall.)\nSCHIGOLCH. It's got to have another one underneath\nif it's going to hold. It makes the whole flat look more\nelegant."}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.70", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1614, "texte": "ALVA. Let me alone; I know how I'll do it. {He\ntears several nails out of the wall, pulls off his left boot,\nand with its heel nails the edges of the picture to the\nwall.)\nSCHIGOLCH. It's just got to hang a while again, to get\nits proper effect. Whoever looks at that'll imagine after-\nwards he's been in an Indian harem.\nALVA. {Putting on his boot again, standing up\nproudly.) Her body was at its highest point of devel-\nopment when that picture was painted. The lamp, kid\ndear! Seems to me it's got extraordinarily dark.\nGESCHWITZ. He must have been an eminently gifted\nartist who painted that!\nLULU. {Perfectly composed again, stepping before\nthe picture with the lamp.) Didn't you know him, then?\nGESCHWITZ. No. It must have been long before my\ntime. I only occasionally heard chance remarks of yours,\nthat he had cut his throat from persecution-mania.\nALVA. {Comparing the picture with Lulu.) The\nchild-like expression in the eyes is still absolutely the\nsame in spite of all she has lived thru since. {ln joyous\nexcitement.) The dewy freshness that covered her skin,\nthe sweet-smelling breath from her lips, the rays of\nlight that beam from her white forehead, and this chal-\nlenging splendor of young flesh in throat and arms—\nSCHIGOLCH. All that's gone with the rubbish wagon.\nShe can say with self-assurance: That was me once! The\nman she falls into the hands of to-day 'll have no con-\nception of what we were when we were young.\nALVA. {Cheerfully.) God be thanked, we don't\nnotice the continual decline when we see a person all the\ntime. {Lightly.) The woman blooms for us in the"}, {"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.71", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1379, "texte": "moment when she hurls the man to destruction for the\nrest of his life. That is her nature and her destiny.\nSCHIGOLCH. Down in the street-lamp's shimmer she's\nstill a match for a dozen walking spectres. The man\nwho still wants to make connections at this hour looks\nout more for heart-qualities than mere physical good\npoints. He decides for the pair of eyes from which the\nleast thievery sparkles.\nLULU. (Now as pleased as Alva,) I shall see if\nyou're right. Adieu.\nALVA. {ln sudden anger.) You shall not go down\nagain, as I live!\nGESCHWITZ. Where do you want to go?\nALVA. Down to fetch up a man.\nGESCHWITZ. Lulu!\nALVA. She's done it once to-day already.\nGESCHWITZ. Lulu, Lulu, where you go I go too.\nSCHIGOLCH. If you want to put your bones up for\nsale, kindly get a district of your own!\nGESCHWITZ. Lulu, I shall not stir from your side! I\nhave weapons upon me.\nSCHIGOLCH. Confound it all, her ladyship plots to\nfish with our bait!\nLULU. You're killing me. I can't stand it here any\nmore. {Exit.)\nGESCHWITZ. You need fear nothing. I am with you.\n{Follows her.)\nALVA. {Whimpering, throws himself on his couch.\nSchigolch swears, loudly and grumbling.) I guess there's\nnot much more good to expect on this side!\nSCHIGOLCH. We ought to have held the creature back\nby the throat. She'll scare away everything that breathes\nwith her aristocratic death's head."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.72", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1413, "texte": "ALVA. She's flung me onto a sick-bed and larded me\nwith thorns outside and in!\nSCHIGOLCH. And she's still got enough strength in\nher body to do the same for ten men alright.\nALVA. No mortally wounded man'll ever find the\nstab of mercy welcomer than I!\nSCHIGOLCH. If she hadn't enticed the acrobat to my\nplace that time, we'd have him round our necks to-day\ntoo.\nALVA. I see it swinging above my head as Tantalus\nsaw the branch with the golden apples!\nSCHIGLOCH. {On his mattr.)Won't you turn up\nthe lamp a little?\nALVA. Can a simple, natural man in the wilderness\nsuffer so unspeakably?!— God, God, what have I made of\nmy life!\nSCHIGOLCH. What's the beastly weather made of my\nulster! When I was five-and-twenty, I knew how to\nhelp myself!\nALVA. It has not cost everyone my sunny, glorious\nyouth!\nSCHIGOLCH. I guess it'll go out in a minute. Till\nthey come back it'll be as dark in here again as in mother's\nwomb.\nALVA. With the clearest consciousness of my purpose\nI sought intercourse with people who'd never read a\nbook in their lives. With self-denial, with exaltation,\nI clung to the elements, that I might be carried to the\nloftiest heights of poetic fame. The reckoning was false,\nf. am the martyr of my calling. Since the death of my\nfather I have not written a single line!\nSCHIGOLCH. If only they haven't stayed together!\n.Nobody but a silly boy will go with two, no matter what."}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.73", "debut_caractere": 25, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1390, "texte": "ALVA. They've not stayed together!\nSCHIGOLCH. That's what I hope. If need be, she'll\nkeep the creature off from her with kicks.\nALVA. One, risen from the dregs, is the most cele-\nbrated man of his nation; another, born in the purple,\nlies in the mud and cannot die!\nSCHIGOLCH. Here they come!\nALVA. And what blessed hours of mutual joy in\ncreation they had lived thru with each other!\nSCHIGOLCH. They can do that now, for the first time\nrightly.—We must hide again.\nALVA. I stay here.\nSCHIGOLCH. Just what do you pity them for?—Who\nspends his money has his good reasons for it!\nALVA. I have no longer the moral courage to let my\ncomfort be disturbed for a miserable sum of money!\nwraps himself up in his plaid.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Noblesse oblige! A respectable man does\nwhat he owes his position. (He left. Lulu opens\nthe door, saying \"Come right in, and there\nenters Prince Kungu Poti, heir-apparent\na light suit, white spats, tan button-hoots, and a gray tall\nhat. His speech, interrupted with frequent hiccoughs,\nabounds with the peculiar African hiss-sounds.)\nKUNGU POTI. God damn—it's dark on the stairs!\nLULU. It's lighter here, sweetheart. (Pulling\nforward by the hand.) Come on!\nKUNGU POTI. But it's cold here, awful cold!\nLULU. Have some brandy?\nKUNGU POTI. Brandy? You bet—always! Brandy's\ngood!\nLULU. (Giving him the bottle.) I don't know where\nthere's a glass."}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.74", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1454, "texte": "KUNGU POTI. Doesn't matter. (Drinks.) Brandy!\nLots of it!\nLULU. You're a nice-looking young man.\nKUNGU POTI. My father's the emperor of Uahubee.\nI've got six wives here, two Spanish, two English, two\nFrench. Well—l don't like my wives. Always I must\ntake a bath, take a bath, take a bath. . . .\nLULU. How much will you give me?\nKUNGU POTI. Gold! Trust me, you shall have gold!\nOne gold-piece. I always give gold-pieces.\nLULU. You can give it to me later, but show it to me.\nKUNGU POTI. I never pay beforehand.\nLULU. But you can show it to me, thoh!\nKUNGU POTI. Don't understand, don't understand!\nCome, Ragapsishimulara! ( Lulu round the\nwaist.) Come on!\nLULU. ( Defending herself with all her strength.)\nLet me be! Let me be! (Alva, who has risen pain-\nfully from his couch, sneaks up to Kungu Poti from he-\nhind and pulls him back by the collar.)\nKUNGU POTI. (Whirling round.) Oh! Oh! This\nis a murder-hole! Come, my friend, I'll put you to\nsleep! (Strikes him over the head with a loaded cane.\nAlva groans and falls in a heap.) Here's a sleeping-\ndraught! Here's opium for )X)u! Sweet dreams to you!\nSweet dreams! (Then he gives Lulu a kiss; pointing\nto Alva.) He dreams of you, Ragapsishimulara! Sweet\ndreams! (Rushing to the door.) Here's the door!!\n(Exit.)\nLULU. But I'll not stay here?!— Who can stand it\nhere now!— Rather down onto the street! (Exit. Schi-\ngolch comes out.)\nSCHIGOLCH.—Blood!—Alva!—He's got to be put away"}, {"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.75", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1672, "texte": "somewhere. Hop!—Or else our friends 'll get a shock\nfrom him—Alva! Alva!—He that isn't quite clear about\nit—! One thing or t'other; or it'll soon be too late!\nI'll give him legs! ( Strikes match and sticks it into\nAlva's collar. .. . ) He will have his rest. But no\none sleeps here.— ( Drags him by the head into Lulu's\nroom. Returning, he tries to turn up the light.) It'll\nbe time for me, too, right soon now, or they'll get no\nmore Christmas puddings down there in the tavern. God\nknows when she'll be coming back from her pleasure tour!\n(Fixing an eye on Lulu's picture.) She doesn't under-\nstand business! She can't live off love, because her life\nis love.—There she comes. I'll just talk straight to her\nonce—{Countess Geschwitz enters.) ... If you want to\nlodge with us to-night, kindly take a little care that noth-\ning is stolen here.\nGESCHWITZ. How dark it is here!\nSCHIGOLCH. It gets much darker than this.—The\ndoctor's already gone to rest.\nGESCHWITZ. She sent me ahead.\nSCHIGOLCH. That was sensible.—If anyone asks for\nme, I'm sitting downstairs in the pub.\nGESCHWITZ. {After he has gone.) I will sit behind\nthe door. I will look on at everything and not quiver\nan eye-lash. {Sitson the broken chair.) Men and\nwomen don't know themselves—they know not what they\nare. Only one who is neither man nor woman knows\nthem. Every word they say is untrue, a lie. And they\ndo not know it, for they are to-day so and to-morrow\nso, according as they have eaten, drunk, and loved, or not.\nOnly the body remains for a time what it is, and only\nthe children have reason. The men and women are like\nthe animals: none knows what it does. When they are"}, {"page_pdf": 76, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.76", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1598, "texte": "4\nhappiest they bewail themselves and groan, and in their\ndeepest misery they rejoice over every tiny morsel. It is\nstrange how hunger takes from men and women the\nstrength to withstand misfortune. But when they have\nfed full they make this world a torture-chamber, they\nthrow away their lives to satisfy a whim, a mood. Have\nthere ever once been men and women to whom love\nbrought happiness? And what is their happiness, save\nthat they sleep better and can forget it all? My God,\nI thank thee that thou hast not made me as these. lam\nnot man nor woman. My body has nothing common\nwith their bodies. Have I a human soul? Tortured\nhumanity has a little narrow heart; but I know I deserve\nnothing when I resign all, sacrifice all. . . . {Lulu opens\nthe door, and Dr. Hilti enters. unnoticed,\nremains motionless by the door.)\nLULU. ( Gaily.) Come right in ! Come!—you'll stay\nwith me all night?\nDR. HILTI. ( His accent is very broad and flat.) But\nI have no more than five shillings on me. I never take\nmore than that when I go out.\nLULU. That's enough, because it's you! You have\nsuch faithful eyes! Come, give me a kiss!\nbegins to swear, in the broadest north-country voiuels.)\nPlease, don't say that.\nDR. HILTI. By the de'il, 'tis the first time I've e'er\ngone with a girri! You can believe me. Mass, I hadn't\nthought it would be like this!\nLULU. Are you married ?\nDR. HILTI. Heaven and Hail, why do you think lam\nmarried?—No, I'm a tutor; I read philosophy at the\nUniversity. The truth is, I come of a very old country\nfamily. As a student, I got just two shillings pocket-"}, {"page_pdf": 77, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.77", "debut_caractere": 22, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1285, "texte": "money, and I could make better use of that than for\ngirrls!\nLULU. So you have never been with a woman?\nDR. HILTI. Just so, yes! But I want it now. I got\nengaged this evening to a country-woman of mine. She's\na governess here.\nLULU. Is she pretty?\nDR. HILTI. Yaw, she's got a hundred thousand.—I\nam very eager, as it seems to me . . .\nLULU. ( Tossing back her hair.) I AM in luck!\n(Takes the lamp.) Well, if you please, Mr. Tutor?\n( They go into her room. Geschwitz draws a small black\nrevolver from her pocket and sets it to her forehead.)\nGESCHWITZ.—Come, come,—beloved! {Dr. Hilti tears\nopen the door again.—)\nDR. HILTI. {Plunging in.)lnsane seraphs! Some\none's lying in there!\nLULU. {Lamp in hand, holds him by the sleeve.)\nStay with me!\nDR. HILTI. A dead man! A corpse!\nLULU. Stay with me! Stay with me!\nDR. HILTI. {Tearing away.) A corpse is lying in\nthere! Horrors! Hail! Heaven!\nLULU. Stay with me!\nDR. HILTI. Where d'S it go out? {Sees Geschwitz.)\nAnd there is the devil!\nLULU. Please, stop, stay!\nDR. HILTI. Devil, devilled devilry!—Oh, thou eternal—\n(Exit.)\nLULU. {Rushing after him.) Stop! Stop!\nGESCHWITZ. {Alone, lets the revolver sink.) Better,\nhang! If she sees me lie in my blood to-day she'll not\nweep a tear for me! I have always been to her but"}, {"page_pdf": 78, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.78", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1642, "texte": "the docile tool that could be used for the heaviest labor.\nFrom the first day she has abhorred me from the depths\nof her soul.—Shall I not rather jump from the bridge?\nWhich could be colder, the water or her heart? I would\ndream till I was drowned.—Better, hang! Stab?—\nHm, there would be no use in that How often have I\ndreamt that she kissed me! But a minute more; an owl\nknocks there at the window, and I wake up. Better,\nhang! Not water; water is too clean for me. (Starting\nup.) There!— There! There it is!— Quick now, before\nshe comes! ( Takes the plaid-straps from the wall, climbs\non the chair, fastens them to a hook in the door-post, puts\nher head thru them, kicks the chair away, and falls to the\nground.) Accursed life!— Accursed life!— Could it be be-\nfore me still??—Let me speak just once to thy heart, my\nangel! But thou art cold!—I am not to go yet! Perhaps\nI am even to have been happy once.—Listen to him,\nLulu! lam not to go yet! (She drags herself before\nLulu s picture, sinks to her knees and folds her hands.)\nMy adored angel! My love! My star!— Have mercy\nupon me, pity me, pity me, pity me!\n(Lulu opens the door, and Jack enters—a thick-set\nman of elastic movements, with a pale face, inflamed eyes,\narched and heavy brows, a drooping mustache, thin im-\nperial and shaggy whiskers, and fiery red hands with\ngnawed nails. His eyes are fixed on the ground. He\nwears a dark overcoat and a little round felt hat. En-\ntering, he notices Geschwitz.)\nJACK. Who is that?\nLULU. That's my sister. She's crazy. I don't know\nhow to get rid of her.\nJACK. Your mouth looks beautiful.\nLULU. It's my mother's."}, {"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.79", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1397, "texte": "JACK. Looks like it. How much do you want? I\nhaven't got much money.\nLULU. Won't you spend the night with me here?\nJACK. No, haven't got the time. I must get home.\nLULU. You can tell them at home to-morrow that\nyou missed the last 'bus and spent the night with a friend.\nJACK. How much do you want?\nLULU. I'm not after lumps of gold, but, well, a little\nsomething.\nJACK. (Ttiming.) Good night! Good night!\nLULU. (Holds him back.) No, no! Stay, for God's\nsake!\nJACK. ( Goes past Geschwitz and opens the cubicle.)\nWhy should I stay here till morning? Sounds suspicious!\nWhen I'm asleep they'll turn my pockets out.\nLULU. NO, I won't do that! NO one will! Don't\ngo away again for that! I beg you!\nJACK. How much do you want?\nLULU. Then give me the half of what I said!\nJACK. NO, that's too much. You don't seem to have\nbeen at this long?\nLULU. To-day is the first time. ( jerks back\nGeschwitz, on her knees still, half turned toward Jack,\nby the straps around her neck.) Lie down and be quiet!\nJACK. Let her alone! She isn't your sister. She is\nin love with you. ( Strokes Gehead like a dog's.)\nPoor beast!\nLULU. Why do you stare at me so all at once?\nJACK. I got your measure by the way you walked.\nI said to myself: That girl must have a well-built body.\nLULU. How can you see things like that?\nJACK. I even saw that you had a pretty mouth. But\nI've only got a florin on me."}, {"page_pdf": 80, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.80", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1446, "texte": "LULU. Well, what difference does that make! Just\ngive that to me!\nJACK. ' But you'll have to give me half back, so I can\ntake the 'bus to-morrow morning.\nLULU. I have nothing on me.\nJACK. Just look, thoh. Hunt thru your pockets!—\nWell, what's that? Let's see it!\nLULU. ( Showing him.) That's all I have.\nJACK. Give it to me!\nLULU. I'll change it to-morrow, and then give you\nhalf.\nJACK. No, give it all to me.\nLULU. ( Giving it.) In God's name! But now you\ncome! ( Takes up the lamp.)\nJACK. We need no light. The moon's out.\nLULU. ( Puts the lamp down.) As you say.\nfalls on his neck.) I won't harm you at all! I love you\nso! Don't let me beg you any longer!\nJACK. Alright; I'm with you. (Follows her into the\ncubby-hole. The lamp goes out. On the floor under the\ntwo sky-lights appear two vivid squares of moonlight.\nEverything in the room is clearly seen.)\nGESCHWITZ. (As in a dream.) This is the last even-\ning I shall spend with these people. I'm going back to\nGermany. My mother'll send me the money. I'll go to\na university. I must fight for woman's rights; study\nlaw. . . . (Lulu shrieks, and tears open the door.)\nLULU. ( Barefoot, in chemise and petticoat, holding\nthe door shut behind her.) Help!\nGESCHWITZ. (Rushes to the door, draws her revolver,\nand pushing Lulu aside, aims it at the door. As Lulu\nagain cries \"HelpJ\") Let go! (Jack, bent double, tears\nopen the door from inside, and runs a knife into Gesch-"}, {"page_pdf": 81, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.81", "debut_caractere": 24, "fin_caractere_exclue": 1315, "texte": "witz's body. She fires one shot, at the roof, and falls\nwith suppressed crying, crumpling up. Jack tears her\nrevolver from her and throws himself against the exit-\ndoor.)\nJACK. God damn! I never saw a prettier mouth!\n(Sweat drips from his hairy face. His hands are bloody.\nHe pants, gasping violently, and stares at the floor with\neyes popping out of his head. Lulu, trembling in every\nlimb, looks wildly round. Suddenly she seizes the bottle,\nsmashes it on the table, and with the broken neck in\nher hand rushes upon Jack. He swings up his right foot\nand throws her onto her back. Then he lifts her up.)\nLULU. No, no!— Mercy!— Murder!— Police! Police!\nJACK. Be still. You'll never get away from me again.\n(Car ries her in.)\nLULU. (Within, right.) No!—No!—No! Ah!\n—Ah! . . .\n(After a pause, Jack re-enters. He puts the bowl\non the table.)\nJACK. That was a piece of work! ( his\nhands.) I am a damned lucky chap! ( round\nfor a tozvel.) Not even a towel, these folks here! Hell of\na wretched hole! (He dries his hands on Geschwitz's pet-\nticoat.) This invert is safe enough from me! (To her.)\nIt'll soon be all up with you, too. (Exit.)\nGESCHWITZ. (Alone.) Lulu!—My angel!— Let me\nsee thee once more! I am near thee—stay near thee—\nforever! (Her elboivs give way.) O cursed—!!\n(Dies.)\nCURTAIN\"."}]}, {"article_id": "bm-bmtnaat-1914-11-01-c010", "article_bluemountain": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01#c010", "volume": "bmtnaat_1914-11_01", "ocr_source": "OCR Blue Mountain (ALTO), transcription TEI : lignes lb/@facs", "texte_sans_correction": true, "page_debut": "81", "page_fin": "81", "image_debut": 83, "image_fin": 83, "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=bmtnaat191411-01.2.10", "titre_corps": "Volume I:", "titre_sommaire": "Volume I:", "signature_source": "", "controle": "bornes données par la structure logique METS/ALTO de Blue Mountain (blocs ALTO de chaque constituant)", "pages": [{"page_pdf": 83, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.83", "debut_caractere": 0, "fin_caractere_exclue": 630, "texte": "Volume I:\nSongs, Sighs and Curses. 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Each' issue will be devoted exclusively\nto one individual, thereby giving him an opportunity\nto present his work in sufficient hulk 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\nPublished by\nALBERT AND CHARLES BON I\nNew York City"}, {"page_pdf": 3, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.3", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX"}, {"page_pdf": 4, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.4", "texte": "LULU\nBY FRANK WEDEKIND\nERDGEIST (EARTH-SPIRIT) $l.OO\nPANDORA'S BOX .' . . . $l.OO"}, {"page_pdf": 6, "page_imprimee": "n. p.", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.6", "texte": "CHARACTERS\nLULU.\nALVA SCHON, writer.\nSCHIGOLCH.\nRODRIGO QUAST, acrobat.\nALFRED HUGENBERG, escaped from a reform-school.\nCOUNTESS GESCHWITZ.\nBIANETTA. \\\nLUDMILLA STEINHERZ. 1\nMAGELONE. I\nKADIDIA, her daughter. (\nCOUNT CASTI PIANI. ) In Act 11.\nPUNTSCHU, a banker. (\n\\ s.\nHEILMANN, a journalist. V\n808, a groom. I\nA DETECTIVE. /\nMR. HUNIDEI. \\\nKUNGU POTI, imperial prince of T . ttt\n„ TT >in Act ill.\nDR. HILTI, tutor.\nJACK. )"}, {"page_pdf": 7, "page_imprimee": "[5]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.7", "texte": "COPYRIGHT, 1914\nBY\nALBERT AND CHARLES BONI"}, {"page_pdf": 8, "page_imprimee": "[6]", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.8", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\nA Tragedy in Three Acts\nBY\nFRANK WEDEKIND\nsv, C- v\nTranslated by Samuel A. Eliot, Jr.\n\no O o O o o\n■J J\nJOU w ~ -\nNEW YORK\nALBERT AND CHARLES BON I\n1914"}, {"page_pdf": 9, "page_imprimee": "7", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.9", "texte": "ACT I\nThe hall of EARTH-SPIRIT, Act iv, feebly lighted\nby an oil lamp on the centre table. Even this is dimmed\nby a heavy shade. Lulu s picture is gone from the easel,\nwhich still stands by the foot of the stairs. The fire-\nscreen and the chair by the ottoman are gone too. Down\nleft is a small tea-table, with a coffee-pot and a cup of\nblack coffee on it, and an arm-chair next it.\nIn this chair, deep in cushions, with a plaid shawl over\nher knees, sits Countess Geschwit in a tight black dress.\nRodrigo, clad as a servant, sits on the ottoman. At the\nrear, Alva Schon is walking up and down before the\nentrance door.\nRODRIGO. He lets people wait for him as if he were\na concert conductor!\nGESCHWITZ. I beg of you, don't speak!\nRODRIGO. Hold my tongue, with a head as full of\nthoughts as mine is!—l absolutely can't believe she's\nchanged so awfully much to her advantage there!\nGESCHWITZ. She is more glorious to look at than I\nhave ever seen her!\nRODRIGO. God preserve me from founding my life-hap-\npiness on your taste and judgment! If the sickness has\nhit her as it has you, I'm smashed and thru! You're\nleaving the contagious ward like an acrobat-lady who's\nhad an accident after giving herself up to art. You can\nscarcely blow your nose any more. First you need a\nquarter-hour to sort your fingers, and then you have to\nbe mighty careful not to break off the tip."}, {"page_pdf": 10, "page_imprimee": "8", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.10", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nGESCHWITZ. What puts us under the ground gives\nher health and strength again.\nRODRIGO. That's all right and fine enough. But I\ndon't think I'll be travelling off with her this evening.\nGESCHWITZ. You will let your bride journey all alone,\nafter all?\nRODRIGO. In the first place, the old fellow's going with\nher to protect her in case anything serious—. My escort\ncould only be suspicious. And secondly, I must wait\nhere till my costumes are ready. I'll get across the\nfrontier soon enough alright,—and I hope in the mean-\ntime she'll put on a little embonpoint, too. Then we'll\nget married, provided I can present her before a re-\nspectable public. I love the practical in a woman: what\ntheories they make up for themselves are all the same\nto me. Aren't they to you too, doctor?\nALVA. I haven't heard what you were saying.\nRODRIGO. I'd never have got my person mixed up in\nthis plot if she hadn't kept tickling my bare pate, before\nher sentence. If only she doesn't start doing too much\nas soon as she's out of Germany! I'd like best to take\nher to London for six months, and let her fill up on\nplum-cakes. In London one expands just from the sea\nair. And then, too, in London one doesn't feel with every\nswallow of beer as if the hand of fate were at one's\nthroat.\nALVA. I've been asking myself for a week whether a\nperson who'd been sentenced to prison could still be\nmade to go as the chief figure in a modern drama.\nGESCHWITZ. If the man would only come, now!\nRODRIGO. I've still got to redeem my properties out\nof the pawn-shop here, too. Six hundred kilos of the"}, {"page_pdf": 11, "page_imprimee": "9", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.11", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nbest iron. The baggage-rate on 'em is always three times\nas much as my own ticket, so that the whole junket\nisn't worth a trowser's button. When I went into the\npawn-shop with 'em, dripping with sweat, they asked me\nif the things were genuine!—l'd have really done better\nto have had the costumes made abroad. In Paris, for\ninstance, they see at the first glance where one's best points\nare, and bravely lay them bare. But you can't learn that\nwith bow-legs; it's got to be studied on classically shaped\npeople. In this country they're as scared of naked\nskin as they are abroad of dynamite bombs. A couple\nof years ago I was fined fifty marks at the Alhambra\nTheater, because people could see I had a few hairs on\nmy chest, not enough to make a respectable tooth-brush!\nBut the Fine Arts Minister opined that the little school-\ngirls might lose their joy in knitting stockings because\nof it; and since then I have myself shaved once a month.\nALVA. If I didn't need every bit of my creative power\nnow for the \"World-conqueror,\" I might like to test the\nproblem and see what could be done with it. That's the\ncurse of our young literature: we're so much too literary.\nWe know only such questions and problems as come up\namong writers and cultured people. We cannot see be-\nyond the limits of our own professional interests. In\norder to get back on the trail of a great and powerful art\nwe must move as much as possible among men who've\nnever read a book in their lives, whom the simplest animal\ninstincts direct in all they do. I've tried already, with\nall my might, to work according to those principles—in\nmy \"Earth-spirit.\" The woman who was my model for\nthe chief figure in that, breathes to-day—and has for a\nyear—behind barred windows; and on that account for\nsome incomprehensible reason the play was only brought"}, {"page_pdf": 12, "page_imprimee": "10", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.12", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nto performance by the Society for Free Literature. As\nlong as my father was alive, all the stages of Germany\nstood open to my creations. That has been vastly changed.\nRODRIGO. I've had a pair of tights made of the tender-\nest blue-green. If th e don't make a success abroad, I'll\nsell mouse-traps! The trunks are so delicate I can't sit\non the edge of a table in 'em. The only thing that will\ndisturb the good impression is my awful bald head, which\nI owe to my active participation in this great conspiracy.\nTo lie in the hospital in perfect health for three months\nwould make a fat pig of the most run-down old hobo.\nSince coming out I've fed on nothing but Karlsbad pills.\nDay and night I have orchestra rehearsals in my intes-\ntines. I'll be so washed out before I get across the frontier\nthat I won't be able to> lift a bottle-cork.\nGESCHWITZ. How the attendants in the hospital got\nout of her way yesterday! That was a refreshing sight.\nThe garden was still as the grave: in the loveliest noon\nsunlight the convalescents didn't venture out of doors.\nAway back by the contagious ward she stepped out under\nthe mulberry trees and swayed on her ankles on the\ngravel. The door-keeper had recognized me, and a young\ndoctor who met me in the corridor shrunk up as tho a\nrevolver shot had struck him. The Sisters vanished into\nthe big rooms or stayed stuck against the walls. When\nI came back there was not a soul to be seen in the gar-\nden or at the gate. No better chance could have been\nfound, if we had had the cursed passports. And now the\nfellow says he isn't going with her!\nRODRIGO. I understand the poor hospital-brother-\nOne has a bad foot and another has a swollen cheek, and\nthere appears in the midst of them the incarnate death-"}, {"page_pdf": 13, "page_imprimee": "11", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.13", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\ninsurance-agentess! In the Hall of the Knights, as the\nblessed division was called from which I organized my\nspying, when the news got around there that Sister The-\nophila had departed this life, not one of the fellows could\nbe kept in bed. They scrambled up to the window-bars,\nif they had to drag their pains along with them by the\nhundred-weight. I never heard such swearing in my life!\nALVA. Allow me, Fraulein von Geschwitz, to come\nback to my proposition once more. Tho my father was\nshot in this room, still I can see in the murder, as in\nthe punishment, nothing but a horrible misfortune that has\nbefallen her; nor do I think that my father, if he had\ncome through alive, would have withdrawn his support\nfrom her entirely. Whether your plan for freeing her\nwill succeed still seems to me very doubtful, tho I\nwouldn't like to discourage you; but I can find no words\nto express the admiration with which your self-sacrifice,\nyour energy, your superhuman scorn of death, inspires\nme. I don't believe any man ever risked so much for\na woman, let alone for a friend. I am not aware,\nFraulein von Geschwitz, how rich you are, but the ex-\npenses for what you have accomplished must have ex-\nhausted your fortune. May I venture to offer you a\nloan of 20,000 marks—which I should have no trouble\nraising for you in cash?\nGESCHWITZ. How we did rejoice when Sister The-\nophila was really dead! From that day on we were free\nfrom custody. We changed our beds as we liked. I\nhad done my hair like hers, and copied every tone of her\nvoice. When the professor came he called her \"gnadiges\nFraulein\" and said to me, \"It's better living here than\nin prison!\" . . . When the Sister suddenly was missing,\nwe looked at each other in suspense: we had both been"}, {"page_pdf": 14, "page_imprimee": "12", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.14", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nsick five days: now was the deciding moment. Next\nmorning came the assistant.—\"How is Sister Theophila?\"\n—\"Dead!\"—We communicated behind his back, and\nwhen he had gone we sank in each other's arms: \"God\nbe thanked! God be thanked!\"— What pains it cost me\nto keep my darling from betraying how well she already\nwas! \"You have nine years of prison before you,\" I\ncried to her early and late. Now they probably won't\nlet her stay in the contagious ward three days more!\nRODRIGO. I lay in the hospital full three months to\nspy out the ground, after toilfully peddling together the\nqualities necessary for such a long stay. Now I act the\nvalet here with you, Dr. Schon, so that no strange ser-\nvants may come into the house. Where is the bride-\ngroom who's ever done so much for his bride? M y\nfortune has also been destroyed.\nALVA. When you succeed in developing her into a\nrespectable artiste you will have put the world in debt\nto you. With the temperament and the beauty that she\nhas to give out of the depths of her nature she can make\nthe most blase public hold its breath. And then, too,\nshe will be protected by acting passion from a second\ntime becoming a criminal in reality.\nRODRIGO. I'll soon drive her kiddishness out of her!\nGESCHWITZ. There he comes! ( louden in the\ngallery. Then the curtains part at the head of the stairs\nand Schigolch in a long black coat with a white sun-shade\nin his right hand comes down. Thruout the play his\nspeech is interrupted with frequent yawns.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Confound the darkness! Out-doors the\nsun burns your eyes out.\nGESCHWITZ. ( Wearily unwrapping herself.) I'm\ncoming!"}, {"page_pdf": 15, "page_imprimee": "13", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.15", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nRODRIGO. Her ladyship has seen no daylight for three\ndays. We live here like in a snuff-box.\nSCHIGOLCH. Since nine o'clock this morning I've been\nround to all the old-clothes-men. Three brand new\ntrunks stuffed full of old trowsers I've expressed to\nBuenos Ayres via Bremerhaven. My legs are dangling\non me like the tongue of a bell. That's the new life it's\ngoing to be from now on!\nRODRIGO. Where are you going to get off to-morrow\nmorning?\nSCHIGOLCH. I hope not straight into Ox-butter Hotel\nagain!\nRODRIGO. I can tell you a fine hotel. I lived there\nwith a lady lion-tamer. The people were born in Berlin.\nGESCHWITZ. ( Upright in .) Come and\nhelp me!\nRODRIGO. ( Hurries to her and supports her.) And\nyou'll be safer from the police there than on a high tight-\nrope !\nGESCHWITZ. He means to let you go with her alone\nthis afternoon.\nSCHIGOLCH. Maybe he's still suffering from his chill-\nblains!\nRODRIGO. Do you want me to start my new engage-\nment in bath-robe and slippers?\nSCHIGOLCH. Hm—Sister Theophila wouldn't have\ngone to heaven so promptly either, if she hadn't felt so\naffectionate towards our patient.\nRODRICO. She'll have a different value when one must\nserve thru a honeymoon with her. Anyway, it can't hurt\nher if she gets a little fresh air beforehand.\nALVA. {A pocketbook in his hand, to Geschwitz who"}, {"page_pdf": 16, "page_imprimee": "14", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.16", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nis leaning on a chair-back by the centre table.} This\nholds 10,000 marks.\nGESCHWITZ. Thank you, no.\nALVA. Please take it.\nGESCHWITZ. (To Schigolch.) Come along, at last!\nSCHIGOLCH. Patience, Fraulein. It's only a stone's\nthrow across Hospital Street. I'll be here with her in\nfive minutes.\nALVA. You're bringing her here?\nSCHIGOLCH. I'm bringing her here. Or do you fear\nfor your health?\nALVA. You see that I fear nothing.\nRODRIGO. According to the latest wire, the doctor is\non his way to Constantinople to have his \"Earth-spirit\"\nproduced before the Sultan by harem-ladies and eunuchs.\nALVA. ( Opening the centre door under the gallery.)\nIt's shorter for you thru here. (Exeunt Schigolch and\nCountess Geschwitz. Alva locks the door.)\nRODRIGO. YOU were going to give more money to the\n*\ncrazy sky-rocket!\nALVA. What has that to do with you?\nRODRIGO. I get paid like a lamp-lighter, tho I had to\ndemoralize all the Sisters in the hospital. Then came the\nassistants' and the doctors' turn, and then—\nALVA. Will you seriously inform me that the medical\nprofessors let themselves be influenced by you?\nRODRIGO. With the money those gentlemen cost me\nI could become President of the United States!\nALVA. But Fraulein von Geschwitz has reimbursed\nyou for every penny that you spent. So far as I know\nyou're getting a monthly salary of five hundred marks\nfrom her besides. It is often pretty hard to believe in\nyour love for the unhappy murderess. When I asked"}, {"page_pdf": 17, "page_imprimee": "15", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.17", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nFaulein von Geschwitz just now to accept my help, it\ncertainly was not to incite your insatiable avarice. The\nadmiration which I have learnt to have for Fraulein von\nGeschwitz in this affair, I am far from feeling towards\nyou. It is not at all clear to me what claims of any kind\nyou can make upon me. That you chanced to be present\nat the murder of my father has not yet created the slight-\nest bond of relationship between you and me. On the\ncontrary, I am firmly convinced that if the heroic under-\ntaking of Countess Geschwitz had not come your way you\nwould be lying somewhere to-day without a penny,\ndrunken in the gutter.\nRODRIGO. And do you know what would have be-\ncome of you if you hadn't sold for two millions the tup-\npeny paper your father ran? You'd have hitched up with\nthe stringiest sort of ballet-girl and been to-day a stable-\nboy in the Humpelmeier Circus. What work do you do?\nYou've written a drama of horrors in which my bride's\ncalves are the two chief figures and which no high-class\ntheater will produce. You walking pajamas! You fresh\nrag-bag you! Two years ago I balanced two saddled\ncavalry-horses on this chest. Flow that'll go now, after\nthis (clasping his bald head), is a question sure enough.\nThe foreign girls will get a fine idea of German art\nwhen they see the sweat come beading thru my tights at\nevery fresh kilo-weight! I shall make the whole audi-\ntorium stink with my exhalations!\nALVA. You're weak as a dish-clout!\nRODRIGO. Would to God you were right! or did you\nperhaps intend to insult me? If so, I'll set the tip of\nmy toe to your jaw so that your tongue'll crawl along\nthe carpet over there!"}, {"page_pdf": 18, "page_imprimee": "16", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.18", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nALVA. Try it! ( Steps and voices outside.) Who\nis that . . .?\nRODRIGO. You can thank God that I have no public\nhere before me!\nALVA. Who can that be!\nRODRIGO. That is my beloved. It's a full year now\nsince we've seen each other.\nALVA. But how should they be back already! Who\ncan be coming there? I expect no one.\nRODRIGO. Oh the devil, unlock it!\nALVA. Hide yourself!\nRODRIGO. I'll get behind the portieres. I've stood there\nonce before, a year ago. (Disappears, right. Alva opens\nthe rear door, whereupon Alfred enters, hat\nin hand.)\nALVA. With whom have I— .. . You? Aren't\nyou—?\nHUGENBERG. Alfred Hugenberg.\nWhat can I do for you?\nHUGENBERG. I've come from Miinsterburg. I ran\naway this morning.\nALVA. My eyes are bad. I am forced to keep the\nblinds closed.\nHUGENBERG. I need your help. You will not refuse\nme. I've got a plan ready. Can hear us?\nALVA. What do you mean? What sort of a plan?\nHUGENBERG. Are you alone?\nALVA. Yes. What do* you want to impart to me?\nHUGENBERG. I've had two plans already that T let\ndrop. What I shall tell you now has been worked out\nto the last possible chance. If I had money Is1 1\nnot confide it to you; I thought about that a long t\\ e"}, {"page_pdf": 19, "page_imprimee": "17", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.19", "texte": "ACT L]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nbefore coming . . . Will you not permit me to set forth\nto you my design?\nALVA. Will you kindly tell me just what you are talk-\ning about?\nHUGENBERG. She cannot possibly be so indifferent to\nyou that I must tell you that. The evidence you gave\nthe coroner helped her more than everything the de-\nfending counsel said.\nALVA. I beg to decline the supposition.\nHUGENBERG. You would say that; I understand that,\nof course. But all the same you were her best witness.\nALVA. You were! You said my father was about\nto force her to shoot herself.\nHUGENBERG. He was, too. But they didn't believe\nme. I wasn't put on my oath.\nALVA. Where have you come from now?\nHUGENBERG. From a reform-school I broke out of\nthis morning.\nALVA. And what do you have in view?\nHUGENBERG. I'm trying to get into the confidence of\na turnkey.\nALVA. What do you mean to live on?\nHUGENBERG. I'm living with a girl who's had a child\nby my father.\nAL'VA. Who is your father?\nHUGENBERG. He's a police captain. I know the\nprison without ever having been inside it; and nobody in\nit will recognize me as I am now. But I don't count\non that at all. I know an iron ladder by which one can\nget from the first court to the roof and thru an opening\nthere ir o the attic. There's no way up to it from inside.\nBut ' all five wings boards and laths and great heaps\nof sh yings are lying under the roofs, and I'll drag them"}, {"page_pdf": 20, "page_imprimee": "18", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.20", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nall together in the middle and set fire to them. My\npockets are full of matches and all the things used to\nmake fires.\nALVA. But then you'll burn up there!\nHUGENBERG. Of course, if I'm not rescued. But to\nget into the first court I must have the turnkey in my\npower, and for that I need money. Not that I mean\nto bribe him; that wouldn't go. I must lend him money\nto send his three children to the country, and then at\nfour o'clock in the morning when the prisoners of re-\nspected families are discharged, I'll slip in the door. He'll\nlock-up behind me and ask me what I'm after, and I'll\nask him to let me out again in the evening. And before\nit gets light, I'm up in the attic.\nALVA. How did you escape from the reform-school?\nHUGENBERG. Jumped out the window. I need two\nhundred marks for the rascal to send his family to the\ncountry.\nRODRIGO. (Stepping out of the portieres, right.) Will\nthe Herr Baron have coffee in the music-room or on the\nveranda?\nHUGENBERG. Where does that man come from?\nOut of the same door! He jumped out of the same\ndoor!\nALVA. I've taken him into my service. He is de-\npendable.\nHUGENBERG. (Grasping his temples.) Fool that I\nam! Oh, fool!\nRODRIGO. Oh, yah, we've seen each other here before!\nCut away now to your vice-mamma. Your kid brother\nmight like to uncle his brothers and sisters. Make your\nsir-papa the grandfather of his children! You're the only"}, {"page_pdf": 21, "page_imprimee": "19", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.21", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nthing we've missed. If you once get into my sight in the\nnext two weeks, I'll beat your bean up for porridge.\nALVA. Be quiet, you!\nHUGENBERG. I'm a fool!\nRODRIGO. What do you want to do with your fire?\nDon't you know the lady's been dead three weeks?\nHUGENBERG. Did they cut off her head?\nRODRIGO. No, she's got that still. She was mashed by\nthe cholera.\nHUGENBERG. That is not true!\nRODRIGO. What do you know about it! There, read\nit: here! (Taking out a paper and pointing to the place.)\n\"The murderess of Dr. Schon . . .\" (Gives Hugenberg\nthe paper. He reads:)\n\\\nHUGENBERG. \"The murderess of Dr. Schon has in\nsome incomprehensible way fallen ill of the cholera in\nprison.\" It doesn't say that she's dead.\nRODRIGO. Well, what else do you suppose she is ? She's\nbeen lying in the churchyard three weeks. Back in the\nleft-hand corner behind the rubbish-heap where the little\ncrosses are with no names on them, there she lies under\nthe first one. You'll know the spot because the grass\nhasn't grown on it. Hang a tin wreath there, and then\nget back to your nursery-school or I'll denounce you to\nthe police. I know the female that beguiles her leisure\nhours with you!\nHUGENBERG. (To Alva.) Is it true that she's dead?\nALVA. Thank God, yes!— Please, do not keep me here\nany longer. My doctor has forbidden me to receive\nvisitors.\nHUGENBERG. My future is worth so little now! I\nwould gladly have given the last scrap of what life is"}, {"page_pdf": 22, "page_imprimee": "20", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.22", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nworth to me for her happiness. Heigh-ho! One way\nor another I'll sure go to the devil now!\nRODRIGO. If you dare in any way to approach me or the\ndoctor here or my honorable friend Schigolch too near,\nI'll inform on you for intended arson. You need three\ngood years, to learn where not to stick your fingers in!\nNow get out!\nHUGENBERG. Fool!\nRODRIGO. Get out!! (Throws him out the door.\nComing down.) I wonder you didn't put your purse at\nthat rogue's disposal, too!\nALVA. I won't stand your damned jabbering! The\nboy's little finger is worth more than all you!\nRODRIGO. I've had enough of this Geschwitz's com-\npany! If my bride is to become a corporation with limited\nliability, somebody else can go in ahead of me. I pro-\npose to make a magnificent trapeze-artist out of her, and\nwillingly risk my life to do it. But then I'll be master\nof the house, and will myself indicate what cavaliers she\nis to receive!\nALVA. The boy has what our age lacks: a hero-nature;\ntherefore, of course, he is going to ruin. Do you remem-\nber how before sentence was passed he jumped out of the\nwitness-box and yelled at the justice: \"How do you know\nwhat would have become of you if you'd had to run\naround the cafes barefoot every night when you were ten\nyears old ?!\"\nRODRIGO. If I could only have given him one in the\njaw for that right away! Thank God, there are jails\nwhere scum like that gets some respect for the law pounded\ninto them.\nALVA. One like him might have been my model for\nmy \"World-conqueror.\" For twenty years literature has"}, {"page_pdf": 23, "page_imprimee": "21", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.23", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\npresented nothing but demi-men: men who can beget no\nchildren and women who can bear none. That's called\n\"The Modern Problem.\"\nRODRIGO. I've ordered a hippopotamus-whip two inches\nthick. If that has no success with her, you can\nfill my cranium with potato-soup. Be it love or be it\nwhipping, female flesh never inquires. „ Only give it some\namusement, and it stays firm and fresh. She is now in\nher twentieth year, has been married three times and has\nsatisfied a gigantic horde of lovers, and her heart's desires\nare at last pretty plain. But the man's got to have the\nseven deadly sins on his forehead, or she honors him not.\nIf he looks as if a dog-catcher had spat him out on the\nstreet, then, with such women-folks, he needn't be afraid\nof a prince! I'll rent a garage fifty feet high and break\nher in there; and when she's learnt the first diving-leap\nwithout breaking her neck I'll pull on a black coat and\nnot stir a finger the rest of my life. When she's educated\npractically it doesn't cost a woman half as much trouble\nto support her husband as the other way round, if only\nthe man takes care of the mental labor for her, and doesn't\nlet the sense of the family go to wreck.\nALVA. I have learnt to rule humanity and drive it in\nharness before me like a well-broken four-in-hand,—but\nthat boy sticks in my head. Really, I can still take private\nlessons in the scorn of the world from that school-boy!\nRODRIGO. She'll just comfortably let her hide be pa-\npered with thousand-mark bills! I'll extract salaries out\nof the directors with a centrifugal pump. I know their\nkind. When they don't need a man, let him shine their\nshoes for them; but when they must have an artiste they\ncut her down from the very gallows with their own hands\nand with the most entangling compliments."}, {"page_pdf": 24, "page_imprimee": "22", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.24", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nALVA. In my situation there's nothing more in the\nworld to fear—but death. In the realm of sensation I\nam the poorest beggar. But I can no longer scrape up\nthe moral courage to exchange my established position for\nthe excitements of the wild, adventurous life!\nRODRIGO. She had sent Papa Schigolch and me to-\ngether in chase of some strong antidote for sleeplessness.\nWe each got a twenty-mark piece for expenses. There\nwe see the youngster sitting in the Night-light Cafe. He\nwas sitting like a criminal on the prisoner's bench. Schi-\ngolch sniffed at him from all sides, and remarked, \"He is\nstill virgin.\" (Up in the gallery, dragging steps are\n*\nheard.) There she is! The future magnificent trapeze-\nartiste of the present age!\n( The curtains part at the stair-head, and Lulu, sup-\nported by Schigolch, and in a black dress, slowly and\nwearily descends.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Hui, old mold! We've still to get over\nthe frontier to-day.\nRODRIGO. ( Glaring stupidly at Lulu.) Thunder of\nheaven! Death!\nLULU. ( Speaks,to the end of the act, in the gayest\ntones.) Slowly! You're pinching my arm!\nRODRIGO. How did you ever get the shamelessness to\nI\nbreak out of prison with such a wolf's face ?!\nSCHIGOLCH. Stop your snout!\nRODRIGO. I'll run for the police! I'll give informa-\ntion ! This scarecrow let herself be seen in tights ?! The\npadding alone would cost two months' salary!— You're\nthe most perfidious swindler that ever had lodging in\nOx-butter Hotel!\nALVA. Kindly refrain from insulting the lady!\nRODRIGO. Insulting you call that?! For this gnawed"}, {"page_pdf": 25, "page_imprimee": "23", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.25", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nbone's sake I've worn myself away! I can't earn my\nown living! I'll be a clown if I can still stand firm under\na broom-stick! But let the lightning strike me on the\nspot if I don't worm ten thousand marks a year for life\nout of your tricks and frauds! I can tell you that! A\npleasant trip! I'm going for the police! (Exit.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Run, run!\nLULU. He'll take good care of himself!\nSCHIGOLCH. We're rid of h i m!—And now some black\ncoffee for the lady!\nALVA. (At the table left.) Here is coffee, ready to\npour.\nSCHIGOLCH. I must look after the sleeping-car tickets.\nLULU. (Brightly.) Oh, freedom! Thank God for\nfreedom!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'll be back for you in half an hour.\nWe'll celebrate our departure in the station-restaurant.\nI'll order a supper that'll keep us going till to-morrow.—\nGood morning, doctor.\nALVA. Good evening.\nSCHIGOLCH. Pleasant rest!—Thanks, I know every\ndoor-handle here. So long! Have a good time!\n(Exit.)\nLULU. I haven't seen a room for a year and a half.\nCurtains, chairs, pictures . . .\nALVA. Won't you drink it?\nLULU. I've swallowed enough black coffee these five\ndays. Have you any brandy?\nALVA. I've got some elixir de Spaa.\nLULU. That reminds one of old times. (Looks\nround the hall while Alva fills two glasses.) Wliere's\nmy picture gone?"}, {"page_pdf": 26, "page_imprimee": "24", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.26", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nALVA. I've got it in my room, so no one shall see it\nhere.\nLULU. Bring it down here now.\nALVA. Didn't you even lose your vanity in prison?\nLULU. How anxious at heart one gets when one\nhasn't seen herself for months! One day I got a brand-\nnew dust-pan. When I swept up at seven in the morn-\ning I held the back of it up before my face. Tin doesn't\nflatter, but I took pleasure in it all the same.—Bring the\npicture down from your room. Shall I come too?\nALVA. No, Heaven's sake! You must spare yourself!\nLULU. I've been sparing myself long enough now!\n(Alva goes out, right, to get the picture.) He has heart-\ntrouble; but to have to plague one's self with imagination\nfourteen months! . . . He kisses with the fear of death\non him, and his two knees shake like a frozen vagabond's.\nIn God's name ... In this room—if only I had not\nshot his father in the back!\nALVA. (Returns with the picture of Lulu in the\nPierrot-dress.) It's covered with dust. I had leant it\nagainst the fire-place, face to the wall.\nLULU. You didn't look at it all the time I was away?\nALVA. I had so much business to attend to, with the\nsale of our paper and everything. Countess Geschwitz\nwould have liked to have hung it up in her house, but\nshe had to be prepared for search-warrants. {He puts\nthe picture on the easel.)\nLULU. {Merrily.) Now the poor monster is learn-\ning the joys of life in Hotel Ox-butter by her own ex-\nperience.\nALVA. Even now I don't understand how events hang\ntogether.\nLULU. Oh, Geschwitz arranged it all very cleverly."}, {"page_pdf": 27, "page_imprimee": "25", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.27", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nI must admire her inventiveness. But the cholera must\nhave- raged fearfully in Hamburg this summer; and on\nthat she founded her plan for freeing me. She took a\ncourse in hospital nursing here, and when she had the\nnecessary documents she journeyed to Hamburg with\nthem and nursed the cholera patients. At the first op-\nportunity that offered she put on the underclothes in\nwhich a sick woman had just died and which really ought\nto have been burnt. The same morning she traveled back\nhere and came to see me in prison. In my cell, while the\nwardress was outside, we, as quick as we could, exchanged\nunderclothes.\nALVA. So that was the reason why the Countess and\nyou fell sick of the cholera the same day!\nLULU. Exactly, that was it! Geschwitz of course\nwas instantly brought from her house to the contagious\nward in the hospital. But with me, too, they couldn't\nthink of any other place to take me. So there we lay\nin one room in the contagious ward behind the hospital,\nand from the first day Geschwitz put forth all her art to\nmake our two faces as like each other as possible. Day\nbefore yesterday she was let out as cured. Just now\nshe came back and said she'd forgotten her watch. I put\non her clothes, she slipped into my prison frock, and then\nI came away. (With pleasure.) Now she's lying over\nthere as the murderess of Dr. Schon.\nALVA. So far as outward appearance goes you can\nstill agree with the picture as much as ever.\nLULU. I'm a little peaked in the face, but otherwise\nI've lost nothing. Only one gets incredibly nervous in\nprison.\nALVA. YOU looked horribly sick when you came in."}, {"page_pdf": 28, "page_imprimee": "26", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.28", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nLULU. I had to, to get our necks out of the noose.—\nAnd you? What have you done in this year and a half?\nALVA. I've had a succes d'estime in literary circles\nwith a play I wrote about you.\nLULU. Who's your sweetheart now?\nALVA. An actress I've rented a house for in Karl\nStreet.\nLULU. Does she love you?\nALVA. How should I know that? I haven't seen the\nwoman for six weeks.\nLULU. Can you stand that?\nALVA. You will never understand that. With me\nthere's the closest alternation between my sensuality and\nmental creativeness. So towards you, for example, I have\nonly the choice of regarding you artistically or of loving\nyou.\nLULU. {ln a fairy-story tone.) I used to dream\nevery other night that I'd fallen into the hands of a\nsadic . . . Come, give me a kiss!\nALVA. It's shining in your eyes like the water in a\ndeep well one has just thrown a stone into.\nLULU. Come!\nALVA. {Kisses her.) Your lips have got pretty thin,\nanyway.\nLULU. Come! {Pushes him into a chair and seats\nherself on his knee.) Do you shudder at me?—ln Hotel\nOx-butter we all got a luke-warm bath every four weeks.\nThe wardresses took that opportunity to search our\npockets as soon as we were in the water. {She kisses him\npassionately.)\nALVA. Oh, oh!\nLULU. You're afraid that when I'm away you couldn't\nwrite any more poems about me?"}, {"page_pdf": 29, "page_imprimee": "27", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.29", "texte": "ACT I]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nALVA. On the contrary, I shall write a dithyramb\nupon thy glory.\nLULU. I'm only sore about the hideous shoes I'm\nwearing.\nALVA. They do not encroach upon your charms. Let\nus be thankful for the favor of this moment.\nLULU. I don't feel at all like that to-day.—Do you\nremember the costume ball where I was dressed like a\nknight's squire? How those wine-full women ran after\nme that time? Geschwitz crawled round, round my feet,\nand begged me to step on her face with my cloth shoes.\nALVA. Come, dear heart!\nLULU. ( In the tone with which one quiets a restless\nchild.) Quietly! I shot your father.\nALVA. Ido not love thee less for that. One kiss!\nLULU. Bend your head back. ( kisses him with\ndeliberation.)\nALVA. You hold back the fire of my soul with the\nmost dexterous art. And your breast breathes so virginly\ntoo. Yet if it weren't for your two great, dark, childish\neyes, I must needs have thought you the cunningest\nwhore that ever hurled a man to destruction.\nLULU. {ln high spirits.) Would God I were!\nCome over the border with us to-day! Then we can\nsee each other as often as we will, and we'll get more\npleasure from each other than now.\nALVA. Through this dress I feel your body like a\nsymphony. These slender ankles, this cantabile. This\nrapturous crescendo. And these knees, this capriccio.\nAnd the powerful andante of lust!—How peacefully these\ntwo slim rivals press against each other in the conscious-\nness that neither equals the other in beauty—till their ca-\npricious mistress wakes up and the rival lovers separate"}, {"page_pdf": 30, "page_imprimee": "28", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.30", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT I\n\nlike the two hostile poles. I shall sing your praises so\nthat your senses shall whirl!\nLULU. {Merrily.) Meanwhile I'll bury my hands\nin your hair. {She does so.) But here we'll be dis-\nturbed.\nALVA. You have robbed me of my reason!\nLULU. Aren't you coming with me to-day?\nALVA. But the old fellow's going with you!\nLULU. He won't turn up again.—Is not that the\ndivan on which your father bled to death?\nALVA. Be still. Be still. . . .\nCURTAIN."}, {"page_pdf": 31, "page_imprimee": "29", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.31", "texte": "ACT II\nA spacious salon in white stucco. In the rear-wall,\nbetween two high mirrors, a wide folding doorway\ning in the rear room a big card-table surrounded by\nTurkish upholstered chairs. In the left wall two\nthe upper one to the entrance-hall, the lower to the dining-\nroom. Between them a rococo-console with a white\nmarble top, and above it Lulu s Pierrot-picture in a nar-\nrow gold frame let into the wall. Two other doors,\nright; near the lower one a small table. Wide and\nbrightly-covered chairs stand about, with thin legs and\nfragile arms; and in the middle is a sofa of the same style\n{Louis XV.).\nA large company is moving about the salon in lively\nconversation. The men—A Iv a, Marquis\nCasti-Piani, Banker Puntschu, and Journalist\nHeil man n—are in evening dress. Lulu wears a\nwhite Directoire dress with huge sleeves and white lace\nfalling freely from belt to feet. Her arms are in white\nkid gloves, her hair done high with a little tuft of white\nfeathers. Geschwitz is in a bright blue hussar-waist\ntrimmed with white fur and laced with silver braid, a\ntall tight collar zvith a white bow and stiff cuffs with\nhuge ivory links. Mage lone is in bright rainbow-\ncolored shot silk with very wide sleeves, long narrow\nwaist, and three ruffles of spiral rose-colored ribbons and\nviolet bouquets. Her hair is parted in the middle and\ndrawn low over her temples. On her forehead is a\nmother-of-pearl ornainent, held by a fine chain under her\nhair, Kadidia, her daughter, twelve years old, has"}, {"page_pdf": 32, "page_imprimee": "30", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.32", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nbright-green satin gaiters which yet leave visible the tops\nof her white silk socks, and a white-lace-covered dress\nwith bright-green narrow sleeves, pearl-gray gloves, and\nfree black hair under a big bright-green hat with white\nfeathers. Bianetta is in dark-green velvet, the collar\nsewn with pearls, and a full skirt, its hem embroideredj\nwith great false topazes set in silver. Ludmilla\nSteinherz is in a glaring summer frock striped red\nand blue.\nRodrigo stands, centre, a full glass in his hand.\nRODRIGO. Ladies and gentlemen—l beg your pardon\n—please be quiet—l drink—permit me to drink—for this\nis the birthday party of our amiable hostess—(taking\nLulus arm) of Countess Adelaide d'Oubra—damned and\ndone for!—l drink therefore and so forth, go to it,\nladies! {All surround Lulu and clink with her. Alva\npresses Rodrigo's hand.)\nALVA. I congratulate you.\nRODRIGO. I'm sweating like a roast pig.\nALVA. {To Lulu.) Let's see if everything's in order\nin the card-room. {Alva and Lulu exeunt, rear. Bian-\netta speaks to Rodrigo.)\nBIANETTA. They were telling me just now you were\nthe strongest man in the world.\nRODRIGO. That I am. May I put my strength at\nyour disposal?\nMAGELONE. I love sharp-shooters better. Three\nmonths ago a sharp-shooter stepped into the casino and\nevery time he went Tang!\" I felt like this. {She wrig-\ngles her hips.)\nCASTI-PIANI. {IVho speaks the act in a bored\nand weary tone, to Magelone.) Say, dearie, how does it"}, {"page_pdf": 33, "page_imprimee": "31", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.33", "texte": "ACT ll]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nhappen we see your nice little princess here for the first\ntime to-night? {Meaning K\nMAGELONE. Do you really find her so delightful?—\nShe is still in the convent. She must be back in school\nagain on Monday.\nKADIDIA. What did you say, mama?\nMAGELONE. I was just telling the gentleman that you\ngot the highest mark in geometry last week.\nHEILMANN. Some pretty hair she's got!\nCASTI-PIANI. Just look at her feet: the way she\nwalks!\nPUNTSCHU. By god, she's got breeding!\nMAGELONE. {Smiling.) But my dear sirs, take pity\non her! She's nothing but a child still!\nPUNTSCHU. That'd trouble me damned little! {To\nHeilmann.) I'd give ten years of my life if I could\ninitiate the young lady into the ceremonies of our secret\nsociety!\nMAGELONE. But you won't get me to consent to that\nfor a million. I won't have the child's youth ruined, the\nway mine was!\nCASTI-PIANI. Confessions of a lovely soul! {To\nMagelone.) Would you not agree, either, for a set of\nreal diamonds?\nMAGELONE. Don't brag! You'll give as few real\ndiamonds to me as to my child. You know that quite\nthe best yourself. {Kadidia goes into the rear room.)\nGESCHWITZ. But is nobody at all going to play, this\nevening?\nLUDMILLA. Why, of course, comtesse. I'm counting\non it very much, for one!\nBIANETTA. Then let's take our places right away.\nThe gentlemen will soon come then."}, {"page_pdf": 34, "page_imprimee": "32", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.34", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nGESCHWITZ. May I ask you to excuse me just a\nsecond. I must say a word to my friend.\nCASTI-PIANI. (Offering his arm to Bianetta.) May\nI have the honor to be your partner? You always hold\nsuch a lucky hand!\nLUDMILLA. Now just give me your other arm and\nthen lead us into the gambling-hell. (The three go\noff s o^rear.)\nMAGELONE. Say, Mr. Puntschu, have you still got a\nfew Jungfrau shares for me, maybe?\nPUNTSCHU. Jungfrau-shares? (To Heilmann.) The\nlady means the stock of the funicular railway on the\nJungfrau. The Jungfrau, you know,—the Virgin—is a\nmountain up which they want to build a wire railway.\n(To Magelone.) You know, just so there may be no\nconfusion;—and how easy that would be in this select\ncircle!— Yes, I still have some four thousand Jungfrau-\nshares, but I should like to keep those for myself. There\nwon't be such another chance soon of making a little\nfortune out of hand.\nHEILMANN. I've only one lone share of this Jung-\nfrau-stock so far. I should like to have more, too.\nPUNTSCHU. I'll try, Mr. Heilmann, to look after\nsome for you. But I'll tell you beforehand you'll have to\npay drug-store prices for them!\nMAGELONE. My fortune-teller advised me to look\nabout me in time. All my savings are in Jungfrau-shares\nnow. If it doesn't .turn out well, Mr. Puntschu, I'll\nscratch your eyes out!\nPUNTSCHU. I am perfectly sure of my affairs, my\ndearie!\nALVA. (Who has come back from the card-room, to\nMagelone.) I can guarantee your fears are absolutely"}, {"page_pdf": 35, "page_imprimee": "33", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.35", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nunfounded. I paid very dear for my Jungfrau-stock and\nhaven't regretted it a minute. They're going up steadily\nfrom day to day. There never was such a thing before.\nMAGELONE. All the better, if you're right. (Taking\nPuntschus arm.) Come, my friend, let's try our luck\nnow at baccarat. ( All go out, rear, except Geschwitz and,\nRodrigo who scribbles something on a piece of paper and\nfolds it up, then notices Geschwitz.)\nRODRIGO. Hm, madam countess— ( starts\nand shrinks.) Do I look as dangerous as that? (To\nhimself.) I must make a bon mot. (Aloud.) May I\nperhaps make so bold—\nGESCHWITZ. You can go to the devil!\nCASTI-PIANI. (As he leads Lulu in.) Permit me a\nword or two.\nLULU. (Not noticing Rodrigo who presses his note\ninto her hand.) Oh, as many as you like. (Rodrigo\nbows and goes out, rear.)\nCASTI-PIANI. (To Geschwitz.) Leave us alone!\nLULU. (To Casti-Piani.) Have I hurt you again in\nany way?\nCASTI-PIANI. (Since Geschwitz does not stir.) Are\nyou deaf? (Geschwitz, sighing deeply, goes out, rear.)\nLULU. Just say straight out how much you want.\nCASTI-PIANI. With money you can no longer serve\nme.\nLULU. What makes you think that we have no more\nmoney ?\nCASTI-PIANI. YOU handed out the last bit of it to me\nyesterday.\nLULU. If you're sure of that then I suppose it's so.\nCASTI-PIANI. You're down on the bare ground, you\nand your writer."}, {"page_pdf": 36, "page_imprimee": "34", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.36", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. Then why all the words?—If you want to\nhave me for yourself you need not first threaten me with\nexecution.\nCASTI-PIANI. I know that. But I've told you more\nthan once that you won't be my downfall. I haven't\nsucked you dry because you loved me, but loved you in\norder to suck you. Bianetta is more to my taste from\ntop to bottom than you. You set out the choicest sweet-\nmeats, and after one has frittered his time away at them\nhe finds he's hungrier than before. You've loved too\nlong, even for our present relations. With a healthy\nyoung man, you only ruin his nervous system. But you'll\nfit all the more perfectly in the position I have sought\nout for you.\nLULU. You're crazy! Have I commissioned you to\nfind a position for me?\nCASTI-PIANI. I told you, though, that I was an ap-\npointments-agent.\nLULU. You told me you were a police spy.\nCASTI-PIANI. One can't live on that alone. I was an\nappointments-agent originally, till I blundered over a\nminister's daughter I'd got a position for in Valparaiso.\nThe little darling in her childhood's dreams imagined the\nlife even more intoxicating than it is, and complained of\nit to Mama. On that, they nabbed me; but by reliable\ndemeanor I soon enough won the confidence of the crimi-\nnal police and they sent me here on a hundred and fifty\nmarks a month, because they were tripling our contingent\nhere on account of these everlasting bomb-explosions. But\nwho can get along on a hundred and fifty marks a month?\nMy colleagues get women to support them; but, of course,\nI found it more convenient to take up my former calling\nagain; and of the numberless adventuresses of the best"}, {"page_pdf": 37, "page_imprimee": "35", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.37", "texte": "ACT ll]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nfamilies of the entire world, whom chance brings together\nhere, I have already forwarded many a young creature\nhungry for life to the place of her natural vocation.\nLULU. ( Decisively.) I wouldn't do in that business.\nCASTI-PIANI. Your views on that question make no\ndifference whatever to me. The department of justice\nwTill pay anyone who delivers the murderess of Dr. Schon\ninto the hands of the police a thousand marks. I only\nneed to whistle for the constable who's standing down at\nthe corner to have earned a thousand marks. Against\nthat, the House of Oikonomopulos in Cairo bids sixty\npounds for you—twelve hundred marks—two hundred\nmore than the Attorney General. And, besides, I am\nstill so far a friend of mankind that I prefer to help my\nloves to happiness, not plunge them into misfortune.\nLULU. {As before.) The life in such a house can\nnever make a woman of my stamp happy. When I was\nfifteen, that might have happened to me. I was desperate\nthen—thought I should never be happy. I bought a re-\nvolver, and ran one night bare-foot thru the deep snow\nover the bridge to the park to shoot myself there.\nBut then by good luck I lay three months in the hospital\nwithout setting eyes on a man, and in that time my eyes\nopened and I got to know myself. Night after night\nin my dreams I saw the man for whom I was created and\nwho was created for me, and then when I was let out on\nthe men again I was no longer a silly goose. Since then\nI can see on a man, in a pitch-dark night and a hundred\nfeet away, whether we're suited to each other; and if I\nsin against that insight I feel the next day dirtied, body\nand soul, and need weeks to get over the loathing I have\nfor myself. And now you imagine I'll give myself to\nevery and any Tom and Harry!"}, {"page_pdf": 38, "page_imprimee": "36", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.38", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nCASTI-PIANI. Toms and Harries don't patronize Oiko-\nnomopulos of Cairo. His custom consists of Scottish\nlords, Russian dignitaries, Indian governors, and our\njolly Rhineland captains of industry. I must only guar-\nantee that you speak French. With your gift for lan-\nguages you'll quickly enough learn as much English, be-\nsides, as you'll need to get on with. And you'll reside in\na royally furnished apartment with an outlook on the\nminarets of the El Azhar Mosque, and walk around all\nday on Persian carpets as thick as your fist, and dress\nevery evening in a fabulous Paris gown and drink as much\nchampagne as your customers can pay for, and, finally,\nyou'll even remain, up to a certain point, your own mis-\ntress. If the man doesn't please you, you needn't bring\nhim any reciprocal feelings. Just let him give in his card,\nand then— ( Shrugs,and snaps his fingers.) If the ladies\ndidn't get used to that the whole business would be\nsimply impossible, because every one after the first four\nweeks would go headlong to the devil.\nLULU. (Her voice shaking.) Ido believe that since\nyesterday you've got a screw loose somewhere. Am Ito\nunderstand that the Egyptian will pay fifteen hundred\nfrancs for a person whom he's never seen ?\nCASTI-PIANI. I took the liberty of sending him your\npictures.\nLULU. Those pictures that I gave you, you've sent\nto him ?\nCASTI-PIANI. You see he can value them better than\nI. The picture in which you stand before the mirror\nas Eve he'll probably hang up at the house-door, after\nyou've got there. . . . And then there's one thing more\nfor you to notice: with Oikonomopulos in Cairo you'll\nbe safer from your blood-hounds than if you crept into"}, {"page_pdf": 39, "page_imprimee": "37", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.39", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\na Canadian wilderness. It isn't so easy to transport an\nEg)'ptian courtesan to a German prison,—first, on account\nof the mere expense, and second, from fear of coming too\nclose to eternal Justice.\nLULU. (Proudly, in a clear voice.) What's your eter-\nnal Justice to do with me! You can see as plain as your\nfive fingers I shan't let myself be locked up in any such\namusement-place!\nCASTI-PIANI. Then do you want me to whistle for\nthe policeman?\nLULU. {ln wonder.) Why don't you simply ask me\nfor twelve hundred marks, if you want the money?\nCASTI-PIANI. I want for no money! And I also don't\nask for it because you're dead broke.\nLULU. We still have thirty thousand marks.\nCASTI-PIANI. In Jungfrau-stock! I never have any-\nthing to do with stock. The Attorney-General pays in\nthe national currency, and Oikonomopulos pays in Eng-\nlish gold. You can be on board early to-morrow. The\npassage doesn't last much more than five days. In two\nweeks at most you're in safety. Here you are nearer to\nprison than anywhere. It's a wonder which I, as one of\nthe secret police, cannot understand, that you two have\nbeen able to live for a full year unmolested. But just\nas I came on the track of your antecedents, so any day,\nwith your mighty consumption of men, one of my col-\nleagues may make the happy discovery. Then I may just\nwipe my mouth, and you spend in prison the most en-\njoyable years of your life. If you will kindly decide\nquickly. The train goes at 12.30. If we haven't struck\na bargain before eleven, I whistle up the policeman. If\nwe have, I pack you, just as you stand, into a carriage,"}, {"page_pdf": 40, "page_imprimee": "38", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.40", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\ndrive you to the station, and to-morrow escort you on\nboard ship.\nLULU. But is it possible you can be serious in all this?\nCASTI-PIANI. Don't you understand that I can act now\nonly for your bodily rescue?\nLULU. I'll go with you to America or to China, but I\ncan't let myself be sold of my own accord! That is worse\nthan prison!\nCASTI-PIANI. {Drawing a letter from his pocket.)\nJust read this effusion! I'll read it to you. Here's the\npostmark \"Cairo,\" so you won't believe I work with\nforged documents. The girl is a Berliner, was married\ntwo years and to a man whom you would have envied\nher, a former comrade of mine. He travels now for the\nHamburg Colonial Company. . . .\nLULU. {Merrily.) Then perhaps he visits his\nwife occasionally?\nCASTI-PIANA. That is not incredible. But hear this\nimpulsive expression of her feelings. My white-slave traf-\nfic seems to me absolutely no more honorable than the very\nbest judge would tax it with being, but a cry of joy like\nthis lets me feel a certain moral satisfaction for a moment.\nI am proud to earn my money by scattering happiness with\nfull hands. {Reads.) \"Dear Mr. Meyer\"—that's my\nname as a white-slave trader—\"when you go to Berlin,\nplease go right away to the conservatory on the Potsdamer\nStrasse and ask for Gusti von Rosenkron—the most beau-\ntiful woman that I've ever seen in nature—delightful\nhands and feet, naturally small waist, straight back, full\nbody, big eyes and short nose—just the sort you like best.\nI have written to her already. She has no prospects with\nher singing. Her mother hasn't a penny. Sorry she's\nalready twenty-two, but she's pining for love. Can't"}, {"page_pdf": 41, "page_imprimee": "39", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.41", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nmarry, because absolutely without means. I have spoken\nwith Madame. They'd like to take another German, if\nshe's well educated and musical. Italians and French-\nwomen can't compete with us, 'cause of too little culture.\nIf you should see Fritz\"—Fritz is the husband; he's get-\nting a divorce, of course,—\"tell him it was all a bore.\nHe didn't know any better, nor did I either.\" Now come\nthe exact details—\nLULU. {Goaded.) I can not sell the only thing that\never was my own!\nCASTI-PIANI. Let me read some more.\nLULU. {As before.) This very evening, I'll hand\nover to you our entire wealth.\nCASTI-PIANI. Believe me, for God's sake, I've got\nyour last red cent! If we haven't left this house before\neleven, you and your lot will be transported to-morrow\nin a police-car to Germany.\nLULU. You can't give me up!\nCASTI-PIANI. Do you think that would be the worst\nthing I can have done in my life? ... I must, in case\nwe go to-night, have just a brief word with Bianetta.\n{He goes into the card-room, leaving the door open -\nhind him. Lulu stares before her, mechanically crumpling\nup the note that Rodrigo stuck into her hand, which she\nhas held in her fingers thruout the dialog. Alva, behind\nthe card-table, gets up, a bill in his hand, and comes into\nthe salon.)\nALVA. {To Lulu.) Brilliantly! It's going bril-\nliantly! Geschwitz is wagering her last shirt. Puntschu\nhas promised me ten more Jungfrau-shares. Steinherz is\nmaking her little gains and profits. {Exit, lower right.)\nLULU. lin a bordell?—{She reads the paper she holds,\nand laughs madly.)"}, {"page_pdf": 42, "page_imprimee": "40", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.42", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nALVA. (Coming back with a cash-box in his hand.)\nAren't you going to play, too?\nLULU. Oh, yes, surely—why not?\nALVA. By the way, it's in the Berliner Tageblatt to-\nday that Alfred Hugenberg has hurled himself over the\nstairs in prison.\nLULU. Is he too in prison?\nALVA. Only in a sort of house of detention. ( ,\nrear. Lulu is about to follow, but Countess Geschwitz\nmeets her in the door-way.)\nGESCHWITZ. You are going because I come?\nLULU. ( Resolutely.)No, God knows. But when\nyou come then I go.\nGESCHWITZ. You have defrauded me of all the good\nthings of this world that I still possessed. You might\nat the very least preserve the outward forms of polite-\nness in your intercourse with me.\nLULU. {As before.) lam as polite to you as to any\nother woman. I only beg you to be equally so to me.\nGESCHWITZ. Have you forgotten the passionate en-\ndearments by which, while we lay together in the hos-\npital, you seduced me into letting myself be locked\ninto prison for you?\nLULU. Well, why else did you bring me down with\nthe cholera beforehand? I swore very different things\nto myself, even while it was going on, from what I had\nto promise you! lam shaken with horror at the thought\nthat that should ever become reality!\nGESCHWITZ. Then you cheated me consciously, de-\nliberately?\nLULU. {Gaily.) What have you been cheated of,\nthen? Your physical advantages have found so enthu-\nsiastic an admirer here, that I ask myself if I won't have"}, {"page_pdf": 43, "page_imprimee": "41", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.43", "texte": "ACT ll]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nto give piano lessons once more, to keep alive! No\nseventeen-year-old child could make a man madder with\nlove than you, a pervert, are making him, poor fellow,\nby your shrewishness.\nGESCHWITZ. Of whom are you speaking? I don't\nunderstand a word.\nLULU. {As before.) I'm speaking of your acrobat,\nof Rodrigo Quast. He's an athlete: he balances two\nsaddled cavalry horses on his chest. Can a woman desire\nanything more glorious? He told me just now that he'd\njump into the water to-night if you did not take pity\non him.\nGESCHWITZ. I do not envy you this cleverness with\nwhich you torture the helpless victims sacrificed to you\nby their inscrutable destiny. My own plight has not yet\nwrung from me the pity that I feel for you. / feel free\nas a god when I think to what creatures you are en-\nslaved.\nLULU. Who do you mean?\nGESCHWITZ. Casti-Piani, upon whose forehead the\nmost degenerate baseness is written in letters of fire!\nLULU. Be silent! I'll kick you, if you speak ill of\nhi m. He loves me with an uprightness against which\n3'our most venturous self-sacrifices are poor as beggary!\nHe gives me such proofs of self-denial as reveal you\nfor the first time in all your loathsomeness! You didn't\nget finished in your mother's womb, neither as woman\nnor as man. You have no> human nature like the rest',\nof us. The stuff didn't go far enough for a man, and\nfor a woman you got too much brain into your skull.\nThat's the reason ycfti're crazy! Turn to Miss Bianetta!\nShe can be had for everything for pay! Press a gold-\npiece into her hand and she'll belong to. you. {All the"}, {"page_pdf": 44, "page_imprimee": "42", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.44", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\ncompany save Kadidia throng in out of the\nFor the Lord's sake, what has happened?\nPUNTSCHU. Nothing whatever! We're thirsty, that's\nall.\nMAGELONE. Everybody has won. We can't believe it.\nBIANETTA. It seems I have won a whole fortune!\nLUDMILLA. Don't boast of it, my child. That isn't\nlucky.\nMAGELONE. But the bank has won, too! How is\nthat possible?\nALVA. It is colossal, where all the money comes from!\nCASTI-PIANI. Let us not ask! Enough that we need\nnot spare the champagne.\nHEILMANN. I can pay for a supper in a respectable\nrestaurant afterwards, anyway!\nALVA. To the buffet, ladies! Come to the buffet!\n{All exeunt,lower left.)\nRODRIGO. {Holding Lulu back.) Un momong, my\nheart. Have you read my billet-doux?\nLULU. Threaten me with discovery as much as you\nlike! I have no more twenty thousands to dispose of.\nRODRIGO. Don't lie to me, you punk! You've still\ngot forty thousand in Jungfrau-stock. Your so-called\nspouse has just been bragging of it himself!\nLULU. Then turn to him with your blackmailing!\nIt's all one to me what he does with his money.\nRODRIGO. Thank you! With that blockhead I'd need\ntwice twenty-four hours to make him grasp what I was\ntalking about. And then come his explanations, that\nmake one deathly sick; and meanwhile my bride writes\nme \"It's all up!\" and I can just hang a hurdy-gurdy over\nmy shoulder.\nLULU. Have you got engaged here, then?"}, {"page_pdf": 45, "page_imprimee": "43", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.45", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nRODRIGO. Maybe I ought to have asked your per-\nmission first? What were my thanks here that I freed\nyou from prison at the cost of my health? You aban-\ndoned me! I might have had to be a baggage-man if this\ngirl hadn't taken me up! At my very first entrance, right\naway, they threw a velvet-covered arm-chair at my head!\nThis country is too decadent to value genuine shows of\nstrength any more. If I'd been a boxing kangaroo they'd\nhave interviewed me and put my picture in all the papers.\nThank heaven, I'd already made the acquaintance of my\nCelestine. She's got the savings of twenty years deposited\nwith the government; and she loves me just for myself.\nShe doesn't aim only at vulgar things, like you. She's\nhad three children by an American bishop—all of the\ngreatest promise. Day after to-morrow we'll get mar-\nried by the registrar.\nLULU. You have my blessing.\nRODRIGO. Your blessing can be stolen from me. I've\ntold my bride I had twenty thousand in stock at the bank.\nLULU. {Amused.) And after that he boasts the per-\nson loves him for himself!\nRODRIGO. She honors in me the man of mind, not the\nman of might as you and all the others have done. That's\nover now. First they tore the clothes from one's body\nand then they waltzed around with the chambermaid.\nI'll be a skeleton before I'll let myself in again for such\ndiversions!\nLULU. Then why the devil do you pursue the un-\nfortunate Geschwitz with your attentions?\nRODRIGO. Because the creature is of noble blood. I'm\na man of the world, and can do distinguished conversa-\ntion better than any of you. But now {with a gesture)"}, {"page_pdf": 46, "page_imprimee": "44", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.46", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nmy talk is hanging out of my mouth! Will you get me\nthe money before to-morrow evening or won't you?\nLULU. I have no money.\nRODRIGO. I'll have hen-droppings in my head before\nI'll let myself be put off with that! He'll give you his\nlast cent if you'll only do your damned duty once! You\nlured the poor lad here, and now he can see where to\nscare up a suitable engagement for his accomplishments.\nLULU. What has it to dol with you if he wastes his\nmoney with women or at cards?\nRODRIGO. Do you absolutely want, then, to throw\nthe last penny that his father earned by his paper into\nthe jaws of this rapacious pack? You'll make four people\nhappy if you'll not take things too exactly and sacrifice\nyourself for a beneficent purpose! Has it got to be\nonly Casti-Piani forever?\nLULU. {Lightly.) Shall I ask him perhaps to light\nyou down the stairs?\nRODRIGO. As you wish, countess! If I don't get the\ntwenty thousand marks by to-morrow evening, I make a\nstatement to the police and your court has an end. Auf\nWiedersehen! {Heilm ann entebreathless, upper right.)\nLULU. You're looking for Miss Magelone? She's not\nhere.\nHEILMANN. No, I'm looking for something else—\nRODRIGO. ( Taking him to the entry-door, opposite\nhim.) Second door on the left.\nLULU. {To Rodrigo.) Did you learn that from your\nbride?\nHEILMANN. {Bumping into Puntschu in the door-\nway.) Excuse me, my angel!\nPUNTSCHU. Ah, it's you. Miss Magelone's waiting\nfor you in the lift."}, {"page_pdf": 47, "page_imprimee": "45", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.47", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nHEILMANN. You go up with her, please. I'll be\nright back. {He hurries out, left. Lulu goes out at lozver\nleft. Rodrigo follows her.)\nPUNTSCHU. Some heat, that! If I don't cut off your\nears, you'll cut 'em off me! If I can't hire out my Je-\nhoshaphat, I've just got to help myself with my brains!\nWon't they get wrinkled, my brains! Won't they get\nindisposed! Won't they need to bathe in Eau de Co-\nlogne! {Boh, a groom in a red jacket, tight leather\nbreeches, and twinkling riding-boots, 15 years old, brings\nin a telegram.)\n808. Mr. Puntschu, the banker!\nPUNTSCHU. {Breaks open the telegram and mur-\nmurs:) \"Jungfrau Funicular Stock fallen to—\" Ay, ay,\nso goes the world! {Toßob.) Wait! {Gives him a\ntip.) Tell me—what's your name?\n808. Well, it's really Freddy, but they call me Bob,\nbecause that's the fashion now.\nPUNTSCHU. How old are you?\n808. Fifteen.\nKADIDIA. {Enters hesitatingly from lower left.) I\nbeg your pardon, can you tell me if mama is here?\nPUNTSCHU. No, my dear. {Aside.) Devil, she's\ngot breeding!\nKADIDIA. I'm hunting all over for her; I can't find\nher anywhere.\nPUNTSCHU. Your mama will turn up again soon, as\ntrue as my name's Puntschu! {Looking at Bob.) And\nthat pair of breeches! God of Justice! It gets uncanny!\n{He goes out, upper right.)\nKADIDIA. Haven't you seen my mama, perhaps?\n808. No, but you only need to come with me.\nKADIDIA. Where is she then?"}, {"page_pdf": 48, "page_imprimee": "46", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.48", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\n808. She's gone up in the lift. Come along.\nKADIDIA. No, no, I can't go up with you.\n808. We can hide up there in the corridor.\nKADIDIA. No, no, I can't come, or I'll be scolded.\n{Magelone, terribly excited, rushes in, upper left, and\npossesses herself of Kadidia.)\nMAGELONE. Ha, there you are at last, you common\ncreature!\nKADIDIA. {Crying.) O mama, mama, I was hunting\nfor you!\nMAGELONE. Hunting for me? Did I tell you to hunt\nfor me? What have you had to do with this fellow?\n{Heilmann, Alva, Ludmilla, Puntschu, and\nLulu enter, lower left. Bob has withdrawn.) Now\ndon't bawl before all the people on me; look out, I\ntell you!\nLULU. {As they all surround Kadidia.) But you're\ncrying, sweetheart! Why are you crying?\nPUNTSCHU. By God, she's really been crying! Who's\ndone anything to hurt you, little goddess?\nLUDMILLA. {Kneels before her and folds her in her\narms.) Tell me, cherub, what bad thing has happened.\nDo you want a cookie? Do you want some chocolate?\nMAGELONE. It's just nerves. The child's getting them\nmuch too soon. It would be the best thing if no one\npaid any attention to her!\nPUNTSCHU. That sounds like you! You're a pretty\nmother! The courts 'll yet take the child away from you\nand appoint me her guardian! {Stroking\ncheeks.) Isn't that so, my little goddess?\nGESCHWITZ. I should be glad if we started the bac-\ncarat again at last? {All go into the card-room. Lulu\nis held back at the door by Bob.)"}, {"page_pdf": 49, "page_imprimee": "47", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.49", "texte": "ACT ll]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nLULU. (When Bob has whispered to her.) Certainly!\nLet him come in! (Bob opens the door and lets Schi-\ngolch enter, in evening dress, his patent-leather shoes\nmuch worn, and keeping on his shabby opera hat.)\nSCHIGOLCH. ( With a look at Bob.) Where d'd you\nget him from?\nLULU. The circus.\nSCHIGOLCH, How much does he get?\nLULU. Ask him if it interests you. (To Bob.) Shut\nthe doors. (Bob goes out lower left, shutting the door\nbehind him.)\nSCHIGOLCH. (Sitting down.) The truth is, I'm in\nneed of money. I've hired a flat for my mistress.\nLULU. Have you taken another mistress here, too ?\nSCHIGOLCH. She's from Frankfort. In her youth she\nwas mistress to the King of Naples. She tells me every\nday she was once very bewitching.\nLULU. (Outwardly with complete composure.) Does\nshe need the money very badly?\nSCHIGOLCH. She wants to fit up her own apartments.\nSuch sums are of no account to you. (Lulu is sud-\ndenly overcome with a fit of weeping.)\nLULU. (Flinging herself at Schigolch.) O God Om-\nnipotent !\nSCHIGOLCH. (Patting her.) Well? What is it now?\nLULU. (Sobbing violently.) It's too horrible!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Draws her onto his knee and holds her\nin his arms like a little child.) Hm—You're trying to\ndo too much, child. You must go< to bed, now and then,\nwith a story.—Cry, that's right, cry it all out. It used\nto shake you just so fifteen years ago. Nobody has\nscreamed since then, the way you could scream! You\ndidn't wear any white tufts on your head then, nor any"}, {"page_pdf": 50, "page_imprimee": "48", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.50", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\ntransparent stockings on your legs: you had neither shoes\nnor stockings then.\nLULU. {Crying.) Take me home with you! Take\nme home with you to-night! Please! We'll find car-\nriages enough downstairs!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'll take you with me; I'll take you with\nme.—What is it?\nLULU. It's going round my neck! I'm to be shown up!\nSCHIGOLCH. By who ? Who's showing you up ?\ni e\nLULU. The acrobat.\nSCHIGOLCH. {With the utmost composure.) I'll look\nafter him.\nLULU. Look after him! Please, look after him!\nThen do with me what you will!\nSCHIGOLCH. If he comes to me, he's done for. My\nwindow is over the water. But {shaking his head) he\nwon't come; he won't come.\nLULU. What number do you live at?\nSCHIGOLCH. 376, the last house before the hippodrome.\nLULU. I'll send him there. He'll come with the crazy\nperson that creeps about my feet. He'll come this very\nevening. Go home and let them find it comfortable.\nSCHIGOLCH. Just let them come.\nLULU. To-morrow bring the gold rings he wears in\nhis ears.\nSCHIGOLCH. Has he got rings in his ears?\nLULU. You can take them out before you let him\ndown. He doesn't notice anything when he's drunk.\nSCHIGOLCH. And then, child—what then?\nLULU. Then I'll give you the money for your mistress.\nSCHIGOLCH. I call that pretty stingy.\nLULU. And whatever else you want! What I have!"}, {"page_pdf": 51, "page_imprimee": "49", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.51", "texte": "ACT ll]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nSCHIGOLCH. It's pretty near ten years since we knew\neach other.\nLULU. Is that all?—But you've got a mistress.\nSCHIGOLCH. My Frankforter is no longer of to-day.\nLULU. But then swear!\nSCHIGOLCH. Haven't I always kept my word to you?\nLULU. Swear that you'll look after him!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'll look after him.\nLULU. Swear it to me! Swear it to me!\nSCHIGOLCH. (Puts his hand on her ankle.) By every-\nthing that's holy! To-night, if he comes—\nLULU. By everything that's holy!— How cool that is!\nSCHIGOLCH. How hot this is!\nLULU. Drive straight home. They'll come in half-an-\nhour! Take a carriage!\nSCHIGOLCH. I'm going.\nLULU. Quick! Please! All-powerful—\nSCHIGOLCH. Why do you stare at me so again already?\nLULU. Nothing— .. .\nSCHIGOLCH. Well? Is your tongue frozen on you?\nLULU. My garter's broken.\nSCHIGOLCH. What if it is? Is that all?\nLULU. What does that augur?\nSCHIGOLCH. What does it? I'll fasten it for you if\nyou'll keep still.\nLULU. That augurs misfortune!\nSCHIGOLCH. {Y awning.) Not for you, child. Cheer\nup, I'll look after him! {Exit. Lulu puts her left foot\non a foot-stool,fastens her garter, and goes out into the\ncard-room. Then Rodrigo is cuffed in from the dining-\nroom, lower left, by Casti-Piani.)\nRODRIGO. You can treat me decently anyway!\nCASTI-PIANI. (Still perfectly unemotional.) What-"}, {"page_pdf": 52, "page_imprimee": "50", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.52", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\never would induce me to do that? I will know what you\nsaid to her here a little while- ago.\nRODRIGO. Then you can be very fond of me!\nCASTI-PIANI. Will you bandy words with me, dog?\nYou demanded that she go up in the lift with you!\nRODRIGO. That's a shameless, perfidious lie!\ni\nCASTI-PIANI. She told me so herself. You threatened\nto denounce her if she didn't go with you.—Shall I shoot\nyou on the spot?\nRODRIGO. The shameless hussy! As if anything like\nthat could occur to me!—Even if I should want to have\nher, God knows I don't first need to threaten her with\nprison!\nCASTI-PIANI. Thank you. That's all I wanted to\nknow. {Exit, upper left.)\nRODPJGO. Such a hound! A fellow I could throw up\nonto the roof so he'd stick like a Limburger cheese!—\nCome back here, so I can wind your guts round your\nneck. That would be even better!\nLULU. {Enters, lower left; merrily.) Where were\nyou? I've been hunting for you like a pin.\nRODRIGO. I've shown hi m what it means to start\nanything with me!\nLULU. Whom?\nRODRIGO. Your Casti-Piani! What made you tell him,\nyou slut, that I wanted to seduce you ?!\nLULU. Did you not ask me to give myself to my de-\nceased husband's son for twenty thousand in Jungfrau\nshares?\nRODRIGO. Because it's your duty to take pity on the\npoor young fellow! You shot away his father before his\nnose in the very best years of life! But your Casti-Piani\nwill think it over before he comes into my sight again."}, {"page_pdf": 53, "page_imprimee": "51", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.53", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nI gave him one in the basket that made the tripes fly to\nheaven like Roman candles. If you've got no better sub-\nstitute for me, then I'm sorry ever to have had your favor!\nLULU. Lady Geschwitz is in the fearfullest case. She\ntwists herself up in fits. She's at the point of jumping\ninto the water if you let her wait any longer.\nRODRIGO. What's the beast waiting for?\nLULU. For you, to take her with you.\nRODRIGO. Then give her my regards, and she can jump\ninto the water.\nLULU. She'll lend me twenty thousand marks to save\nme from destruction if you will preserve her from it her-\nself. If 3'ou'll take her off to-night, I'll deposit twenty\nthousand marks to-morrow in your name at any bank you\nsay.\nRODRIGO. And if I don't take her off with me?\nLULU. Denounce me! Alva and I are dead broke.\nRODRIGO. Devil and damnation!\nLULU. You make four people happy if you don't take\nthings too exactly and sacrifice yourself for a beneficent\npurpose.\nRODRIGO. That won't go; I know that, beforehand.\nI've tried that out enough now. Who counts on an honor-\nable soul like that in a bag o' bones! What the person had\nfor me was her being an aristocrat. My behavior was as\ngentleman-like, and more, as you could find among Ger-\nman circus-people. If I'd only just pinched her in the\ncalves once!\nLULU. {Watchfully.) She is still a virgin.\nRODRIGO. {Sighing.) If there's a God in heaven,\nyou'll get paid for your jokes some day! I prophesy that.\nLULU. Geschwitz waits. What shall I tell her?\nRODRIGO. My very best wishes, and lam perverse."}, {"page_pdf": 54, "page_imprimee": "52", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.54", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nLULU. I will deliver that.\nRODRIGO. Wait a sec. Is it certain sure I get twenty\nthousand marks from her?\nLULU. Ask herself!\nRODRIGO. Then tell her I'm ready. I await her in\nthe dining-room. I must just first look after a barrel of\ncaviare. {Exit, left. Lulu opens the rear door and calls\nin a clear voice \"Martha!\" Countess Geschwitz enters,\nclosing the door behind her.)\nLULU. {Pleased.) Dear heart, you can save me from\ndeath to-night.\nGESCHWITZ. How?\nLULU. By going to a certain house with the acrobat.\nGESCHWITZ. What for, dear?\nLULU. He says you must belong to him this very night\nor he'll denounce me to-morrow.\nGESCHWITZ. You know I can't belong to any man.\nMy fate has not permitted that.\nLULU. If you don't please him, that's his own fix.\nWhy has he fallen in love with you?\nGESCHWITZ. But he'll get as brutal as a hangman.\nHe'll revenge himself for his disappointment and beat my\nhead in. I've been thru that already. . . . Can you not\npossibly spare me this hardest test?\nLULU. What will you gain by his denouncing me?\nGESCHWITZ. I have still enough of my fortune to take\nus to America together in the steerage. There you'd be\nsafe from all your pursuers.\nLULU. {Pleased and gay.) I want to stay here.\nI can never be happy in any other city. You must\ntell him that you can't live without him. Then he'll\nfeel flattered and be gentle as a lamb. You must pay\nthe coachman, too: give him this paper with the address"}, {"page_pdf": 55, "page_imprimee": "53", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.55", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\non it. 376 is a sixth-class hotel where they're expecting\nyou with him this evening.\nGESCHWITZ. (Shuddering.) How can such a mon-\nstrosity save your life? I don't understand that. You\nhave conjured up to torture me the most terrible fate that\ncan fall upon outlawed me!\nLULU. {Watchful.) Perhaps the encounter will cure\nyou.\nGESCHWITZ. {Sighing.) O Lulu, if an eternal retri-\nbution does exist, I hope I may not have to answer then for\nyou. I cannot make myself believe that no God watches\nover us. Yet you are probably right that there is no-\nthing there, for how can an insignificant worm like me\nhave provoked his wrath so as to experience only horror\nthere where all living creation swoons for bliss?\nLULU. You needn't complain. When you are happy\nyou're a hundred thousand times happier than one of us\nordinary mortals ever is!\nGESCHWITZ. I know that too! I envy no one! But I\nam still waiting. You have deceived me so often already.\nLULU. lam yours, my darling, if you quiet Mr. Acro-\nbat till to-morrow. He only wants his vanity placated.\nYou must beseech him to take pity on you.\nGESCHWITZ. And to-morrow?\nLULU. I await you, my heart. I shall not open my\neyes till you come: see no chambermaid, receive no hair-\ndresser, not open my eyes before you are with me.\nGESCHWITZ. Then let him come.\nLULU. But you must throw yourself at his head, dear!\nHave you got the house-number?\nGESCHWITZ. Three-seventy-six. But quick now!\nLULU. {Calls into the dining-room.) Ready, my\ndarling?"}, {"page_pdf": 56, "page_imprimee": "54", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.56", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nRODRIGO. {Entering.) The ladies will pardon my\nmouth's being full.\nGESCHWITZ. {Seizing his hand.) I implore you, have\nmercy on my need!\nRODRIGO. Ala bonne heure! Let us mount the scaf-\nfold! {Offers her his arm.)\nLULU. Good-night, children! {Accompanies them in-\nto the corridor. . . . then quickly returns with Bob.)\nQuick, quick, Bob! We must get away this moment!\nYou escort me! But we must change clothes!\n808. {Curt and clear.) As the gracious lady bids.\nLULU. Oh what, gracious lady! You give me your\nclothes and put on mine. Come! {Exeunt into the din-\ning-room. Noise in the card-room, the doors are torn\nopen, and Puntschu, Heilmann, Alva, Bianetta, Magelone,\nKadidia and Ludmilla enter, Heilmann holding a piece of\npaper with a glowing Alpine peak at its top.)\nHEILMANN. {To Puntschu.) Will you accept this\nshare of Jungfrau-stock, sir?\nPUNTSCHU. But that paper has no exchange, my\nfriend.\nHEILMANN. You rascal! You just don't want to give\nme my revenge!\nMAGELONE. (To Bianetta.) Have you any idea what\nit's all about?\nLUDMILLA. Puntschu has taken all his money from\nhim, and now gives up the game.\nHEILMANN. Now he's got cold feet, the filthy Jew!\nPUNTSCHU. How have I given up the game? How\nhave I got cold feet? The gentleman has merely to lay\nplain cash! Is this my banking-office I'm in? He can\nproffer me his trash to-morrow morning!"}, {"page_pdf": 57, "page_imprimee": "55", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.57", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nHEILMANN. Trash you call that? The stock in my\nknowledge is at 210!\nPUNTSCHU. Yesterday it was at 210, you're right.\nTo-day, it's just nowhere. And to-morrow you'll find\nnothing cheaper or more tasteful to paper your stairs with.\nALVA. But how is that possible ? Then we would\nbe down and out!\nPUNTSCHU. Well, what am I to say, who have lost\nmy whole fortune in it! To-morrow morning I shall\nhave the pleasure of taking up the struggle for an assured\nexistence for the thirty-sixth time!\nMAGELONE. ( Passing forward.) Am I dreaming or\ndo I really hear the Jungfrau-stock has fallen?\nPUNTSCHU. Fallen even lower than you! Tho> you\ncan use 'em for curl-paper.\nMAGELONE. O God in Heaven! Ten years' work!\n(Falls in a faint.)\nKADIDIA. Wake up, mama! Wake up!\nBIANETTA. Say, Mr. Puntschu, where will you eat\nthis evening, since you've lost your whole fortune?\nPUNTSCHU. Wherever you like, young lady! Take\nme where you will, but quickly! Here it's getting fright-\nful. ( Exeunt Puntschu and Bianetta.)\nHEILMANN. ( Squeezing up his stock and flinging it to\nthe ground.) That is what one gets from this pack!\nLUDMILLA. Why do you speculate on the Jungfrau\ntoo? Send a few little notices on the company to the\nGerman police here, and then you'll still win something\nin the end.\nHEILMANN. I've never tried that in my life, but if\nyou want to help me—?\nLUDMILLA. Let's go to an all-night restaurant. Do\nyou know the Five-footed Calf?"}, {"page_pdf": 58, "page_imprimee": "56", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.58", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT II\n\nHEILMAN. I'm very sorry—\nLUDMILLA. Or the Sucking Lamb, or the Smoking\nDog? They're all right near here. We'll be all by our-\nselves there, and before dawn we'll have a little article\nready.\nHEILMANN. Don't you sleep?\nLUDMILLA. Oh, of course; but not at night. (\nHeilmann and Ludmilla.)\nALVA. (Who has been trying to resuscitate Mage-\nlone.) Ice-cold hands! Ah, what a splendid woman!\nWe must undo her waist. Come, Kadidia, undo your\nmother's waist! She's so fearfully tight-laced.\nKADIDIA. (Without stirring.) I'm afraid. (Lulu\nenters lower left in a jockey-capred jacket, white leather\nbreeches and riding boots, a riding cape over her\nshoulders.)\nLULU. Have you any cash, Alva?\nALVA. (Looking up.) Have you gone crazy?\nLULU. In two minutes the police'll be here. We are\ndenounced. You can stay of course, if you're eager to!\nALVA. (Springing up.) Merciful Heaven! (Exeunt\nAlva and Lulu.)\nKADIDIA. (Shaking her mother, in tears.) Mama,\nMama! Wake up! They've all run away!\nMAGELONE. (Coming to herself.) And youth gone!\nAnd my best days gone! Oh, this life!\nKADIDIA. But I'm young, mama! Why shouldn't I\nearn any money? I don't want to go back to the con-\nvent! Please, mama, keep me with you!\nMAGELONE. God bless you, sweetheart! You don't\nknow what you say— Oh, no, I shall look around for\nan engagement in a Variete, and sing the people my mis-"}, {"page_pdf": 59, "page_imprimee": "57", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.59", "texte": "ACT II ]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nfortunes with the Jungfrau-stock. Things like that are\nalways applauded.\nKADIDIA. But you've got no voice, mama!\nMAGELONE. Ah, yes, that's true!\nKADIDIA. Take me with you to the Variete!\nMAGELONE. No, it would break my heart!— But, well,\nif it can't be otherwise, and you're so made for it,—I can't\nchange things!— Yes, we can go to the Olympia together\nto-morrow!\nKADIDIA. O mama, how glad that makes me feel!\n{A plain-clothes detective enters, upper left.)\n.\nDETECTIVE. In the name of the law—I arrest you!\nCASTI-PIANI. (Following hims bored.) What sort of\nnonsense is that ? That isn't the right one!\nCURTAIN."}, {"page_pdf": 60, "page_imprimee": "58", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.60", "texte": "ACT III\nAn attic room, without windows, but with two sky-\nlights, under one of which stands a bowl filled with\nzvater. Down right, a door thru a board partition into a\nsort of cubicle under the slanting roof. it, a wobbly\nflower-table with a bottle and a smoking oil-lamp on it.\nUpper right, a worn-out couch. Door centre; near it, a\nchair without a seat. Down left, below the entrance door,\na torn gray mattress. None of the doors can shut tight.\nThe rain beats on the roof. Schigolch in a long gray\novercoat lies on the mattress; Alva on the couch, wrapped\nin a plaid whose straps still hang on the wall above him.\nSCHIGOLCH. The rain's drumming for the parade.\nALVA. Cheerful weather for her first appearance! I\ndreamt just now we were dining together at Olympia.\nBianetta was still with us. The table-cloth was dripping\non all four sides with champagne.\nSCHIGOLCH. Ya, ya. And I was dreaming of a Christ-\nmas pudding. ( Lulu appears, back, barefoot, in a torn\nblack dress, but with her hair falling to her shoulders.)\nWhere have you been ? Curling your hair first ?\nALVA. She only does that to revive old memories.\nLULU. If one could only get warmed, just a little,\nfrom one of you!\nALVA. Will you enter barefoot on your pilgrimage?\nSCHIGOLCH. The first step always costs all kinds of\nmoaning and groaning. Twenty years ago it was no whit\nbetter, and what she has learned since then! The coals"}, {"page_pdf": 61, "page_imprimee": "59", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.61", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nonly have to be blown. When she's been at it a week,\nnot ten locomotives will hold her in our miserable attic.\nALVA. The bowl is running over.\nLULU. What shall Ido with the water?\nALVA. Pour it out the window. (Lulu gets up on the\nchair and empties the bowl thru the sky-light.)\nLULU. It looks as if the rain would let up at last.\nSCHIGOLCH. Your wasting the time when the clerks\ngo home after supper.\nLULU. Would to God I were lying somewhere where\nno step would wake me any more!\nALVA. Would I were, too! Why prolong this life?\nLet's rather starve to death together this very evening in\npeace and concord! Is it not the last stage now ?\nLULU. Why don't you go out and get us something\nto eat? You've never earned a penny in your whole life!\nALVA. In this weather, when no one would kick a\ndog from his door?\nLULU. But me! I, with the little blood I have left\nin my limbs, I am to stop your mouths!\nALVA. I don't touch a farthing of the money!\nSCHIGOLCH. Let her go, just! I long for one more\nChristmas pudding; then I've had enough.\nALVA. And I long for one more beefsteak and a cig-\narette; then die! I was just dreaming of a cigarette, such\nas has never yet been smoked!\nSCHIGOLCH. She'll see us put an end to before her\neyes, before doing herself a little pleasure.\nLULU. The people on the street will sooner leave cloak\nand coat in my hands than go with me for nothing! If\nyou hadn't sold my clothes, I at least wouldn't need to be\nafraid of the lamp-light. I'd like to see the woman who\ncould earn anything in the rags I'm wearing on my body!"}, {"page_pdf": 62, "page_imprimee": "60", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.62", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nALVA. I have left nothing human untried. As long\nas I had money I spent whole nights making up tables\nwith which one couldn't help winning against the clever-\nest card-sharps. And yet evening after evening I lost more\nthan if I had shaken out gold by the pailful. Then I\noffered my services to the courtesans; but they don't take\nanyone without the stamps of the courts, and they see\nat the first glance if one's related to the guillotine or\nnot.\nSCHIGOLCH. Ya, ya.\nALVA. I spared myself no disillusionments; but when\nI made jokes, they laughed at m e, and when I behaved\nas respectable as I am, they boxed my ears, and when I\ntried being smutty, they got so chaste and maidenly that\nmy hair stood up on my head for horror. He who has not\nprevailed over society, they have no confidence in.\nSCHIGOLCH. Won't you kindly put on your boots now,\nchild? I don't think I shall grow much older in this\nlodging. It's months since I had any feeling in the ends\nof my toes. Toward midnight, I'll drink a bit more down\nin the pub. The lady that keeps it told me yesterday I\nseemed to really want to be her lover.\nLULU. In the name of the three devils, I'll go down!\n(She puts to her mouth the bottle on the flower-table.)\nSCHIGOLCH. So they can smell your stink a half-hour\noff!\nLULU. I shan't drink it all.\nALVA. You won't go down. You're my woman.\nYou shan't go down. I forbid it!\nLULU. What would you forbid your woman when you\ncan't support yourself?\nALVA. Whose fault is that ? Who but my woman has\nlaid me on the sick-bed?"}, {"page_pdf": 63, "page_imprimee": "61", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.63", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nLULU. Am I sick?\nALVA. Who has trailed me thru the dung? Who has\nmade me my father's murderer?\nLULU. Did you shoot him ? He didn't lose much,\nbut when I see you lying there I could hack off both my\nhands for having sinned so against my judgment! (She\ngoes out, into her room.)\nALVA. She infected me from her Casti-Piani. It's a\nlong time since she was susceptible to it herself!\nSCHIGOLCH. Little devils like her can't begin putting\nup with it too soon, if angels are ever going to come out\nof them.\nALVA. She ought to have been born Empress of Russia.\nThen she'd have been in the right place. A second Cath-\nerine the Second! ( Lulu re-enters with a worn-out pair\nof boots, and sits on the floor to put them on.)\nLULU. If only I don't go headfirst down the stairs!\nUgh, how cold! Is there anything in the world more\ndismal than a daughter of joy?\nSCHIGOLCH. Patience, patience! She's only got to\ntake the right road into the business at the start.\nLULU. It's all right with me! Nothing's wrong with\nme any more. ( Puts the bottle to her lips.) That\nwarms one! O accursed! (Exit.)\nSCHIGOLCH. When we hear her coming, we must\ncreep into my cubby-hole awhile.\nALVA. I'm damned sorry for her! When I think back.\n. . . I grew up with her in away, you know.\nSCHIGOLCH. She'll hold out as long as I live, anyway.\nALVA. We treated each other at first like brother and\nsister. Mama was still living then. I met her by chance\none morning when she was dressing. Dr. Goll had been\ncalled \"for a consultation. Her hair-dresser had read my"}, {"page_pdf": 64, "page_imprimee": "62", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.64", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nfirst poem, that I'd had printed in \"Society\": \"Follow thy\npack far over the mountains; it will return again, covered\nwith sweat and dust—\"\nSCHIGOLCH. Oh, ya!\nALVA. And then she came, in rose-colored muslin, with\nnothing under it but a white satin slip—for the Spanish\nambassador's ball. Dr. Goll seemed to feel his death\nnear. He asked me to dance with her, so she shouldn't\ncause any mad acts. Papa meanwhile never turned his\neyes from us, and all thru the waltz she was looking over\nmy shoulder, only at him. . . . Afterwards she shot him.\nIt is unbelievable.\nSCHIGOLCH. I've only got a very strong doubt whether\nanyone will bite any more.\nALVA. I shouldn't like to advise it to anybody! (\ngolch grunts.) At that time, tho she was a fully de-\nveloped woman, she had the expression of a five-year-old,\njoyous, utterly healthy child. And she was only three\nyears younger than me then—but how long ago it is now!\nFor all her immense superiority in matters of practi-\ncal life, she let me explain \"Tristan and Isolde\" to\nher—and how entrancingly she could listen! Out\nof the little sister who at her marriage still felt like a\nschool-girl, came the unhappy, hysterical artist's wife.\nOut of the artist's wife came then the spouse of my\nblessed father, and out of her came, then, my mistress.\nWell, so that is the way of the world. Who will prevail\nagainst it?\nSCHIGOLCH. If only she doesn't skid away from the\ngentlemen with honorable intentions and bring us up in-\nstead some vagabond she's exchanged her heart's secrets\nwith.\nALVA. I kissed her for the first time in her rustling"}, {"page_pdf": 65, "page_imprimee": "63", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.65", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nbridal dress. But afterwards she didn't remember it. . . .\nAll the same, I believe she had thought of me even in my\nfather's arms. It can't have been often with him: he had\nhis best time behind him, and she deceived him with\ncoachman and boot-black; but when she did give herself to\nhim, then I stood before her soul. Thru that, too, with-\nout my realizing it, she attained this dreadful power over\nme.\nSCHIGOLCH. There they are! (Heavy steps are heard\nmounting the stairs.)\nALVA. ( Starting up.) I will not endure it! I'll\nthrow the fellow out!\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Wearily picks himself up, takes Alva by\nthe collar and cuffs him toward the Forward, for-\nward ! How is the young man to confess his trouble to\nher with us two sprawling round here?\nALVA. But if he demands other things—low things—\nof her?\nSCHIGOLCH. If, well, if! What more will he demand\nof her? He's only a man like the rest of us!\nALVA. We must leave the door open.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Pushing Alva in, right.) Nonsense!\nLie down!\nALVA. I'll hear it soon enough. Heaven spare him!\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Closing the door, from inside.) Shut up!\nALVA. {Faintly.) He'd better look out! {Lulu en-\nters, folloived by Hunidei, a gigantic figure with a\nsmooth-shaven, rosy face, sky-blue eyes, and a friendly\nsmile. He wears a tall hat and overcoat and carries a\ndripping umbrella.)\nLULU. Here's where I live. {Hunidei puts his finger\nto his lips and looks at Lulu significantly. Then he opens\nhis umbrella and puts it on the floor, rear, to dry.) Of"}, {"page_pdf": 66, "page_imprimee": "64", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.66", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\ncourse, I know it isn't very comfortable here. (\ncomes forward and puts his hand over her jnouth.) What\ndo you mean me to understand by that? (Hunidei puts\nhis hand over her mouth,and his finger to his lips.) I\ndon't know what that means. ( quickly stops her\nmouth. Lulu frees herself.) We're quite alone here. No\none will hear us. ( Hunidei lays his finger on his lips,\nshakes his head, points at Lulu, opens his mouth as if to\nspeak, points at himself and then at the door.) Herr\nGott, he's a monster! ( Hunide stops her mouth; then\ngoes rear, folds up his overcoat and lays it over the chair\nnear the door; then comes down with a broad smile, takes\nLulu s head in both his hands and kisses her on the fore-\nhead. The door, right, half opens.)\nSCHIGOLCH. ( Behind the door.) He's got a screw\nloose.\nALVA. He'd better look out!\nSCHIGOLCH. She couldn't have brought up anything\ndrearier!\nLULU. ( Stepping back.) I hope you're going to give\nme something! ( Hunidei stops her mouth and presses a\ngold-piece in her hand, then looks at her uncertain,\ntioningly, as she examines it and throws it from one hand\nto the other.)\nLULU. All right, it's good. (Puts it into her pocket.\nHunidei quickly stops her mouth, gives her a few silver\ncoins, and glances at her commandingly.) Oh, that's nice\nof you! ( Hunidei leaps jnadly about the room, brandish-\ning his arms and staring upward in despair. Lulu cau-\ntiously nears him, throws an arm round him and kisses\nhim on the mouth. Laughing soundlessly, he frees himself\nfrom her and looks questioningly. She takes up the lampt\nand opens the door to her room. He goes in smiling, tak-"}, {"page_pdf": 67, "page_imprimee": "65", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.67", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\ning off his hat. The stage is dark save for what light\ncomes thru the cracks of the door. Alva and Schigolch\ncreep out on all fours.)\nALVA. They're gone.\nSCHIGOLCH. (Behind him.) Wait.\nALVA. One can hear nothing here.\nSCHIGOLCH. You've heard that often enough!\nALVA. I will kneel before her door.\nSCHIGOLCH. Little mother's sonny! (Presses past\nAlva, gropes across the stage to Hunidei s coat, and\nsearches the pockets. Alva crawls to Lulus door.)\nGloves, nothing more! ( Turns the coat round, searches\nthe inside pockets, pulls a book out that he gives to Alva.)\nJust see what that is. {Alva holds the book to the light.)\nALVA. {Wearily deciphering the title-page.) Warn-\nings to pious pilgrims and such as wish to be so. Very\nhelpful. Price, 25.6 d.\nSCHIGOLCH. It looks to me as if God had left hi m\npretty completely. {Lays the coat over the chair again\nand makes for the cubby-hole.) There's nothing doing\nwith these people. The country's best time's behind it!\nALVA. Life is never as bad as it's painted. {He, too,\ncreeps back.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Not even a silk muffler he's got and yet\nin Germany we creep on our bellies before this rabble.\nALVA. Come, let's vanish again.\nSCHIGOLCH. She only thinks of herself, and takes the\nfirst man that runs across her path. Hope the dog re-\nmembers her the rest of his life! {They disappear, left,\nshutting the door behind them. Lulu re-enters, setting\nthe lamp on the table. Hunidei follows.)\nLULU. Will you come to see me again? {Hunidei\nstops her mouth. She looks upward in a sort of despair"}, {"page_pdf": 68, "page_imprimee": "66", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.68", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nand shakes her head. Hunidei, putting his coat on, ap-\nproaches her grinning; she throws her arms around his\nneck; he gently frees himself, kisses her hand, and turns\nto the door. She starts to accompany hi?n, but he signs\nto her to stay behind and noiselessly leaves the room.\ngolch and Alva re-enter.)\nLULU. ( Tonelessly.) How he has stirred me up!\nALVA. How much did he give you?\nLULU. {As before.) Here it is! All! Take it! I'm\ngoing down again.\nSCHIGOLCH. We can still live like princes up here.\nALVA. He's coming back.\nSCHIGOLCH. Then let's just retire again, quick.\nALVA. He's after his prayer-book. Here it is. It\nmust have fallen out of his coat.\nLULU. {Listening.) No, that isn't he. That's some\none else.\nALVA. Some one's coming up. I hear it quite plainly.\nLULU. Now there's some one tapping at the door.\nWho may that be?\nSCHIGOLCH. Probably a good friend he's recommended\nus to. Come in! {Countess enters, in poor\nclothes, with a canvas roll in her hand.)\nGESCHWITZ. {To Lulu.) If I've come at a bad\ntime, I'll turn around again. The truth is, I haven't\nspoken to a living soul for ten I must just tell you\nright off, I haven't got any money. My brother never\nanswered me at all.\nSCHIGOLCH. Your ladyship would now like to stretch\nher feet out under our table?\nLULU. {Tonelessly.) I'm going down again.\nGESCHWITZ. Where are you going in this pomp?—\nHowever, I come not wholly empty-handed. I bring"}, {"page_pdf": 69, "page_imprimee": "67", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.69", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nyou something else. On my way here an old-clothes man\noffered me twelve shillings for it, but I could not force\nmyself to part from it. You can sell it, though, if you\nwant to.\nSCHIGOLCH. What is it?\nALVA. Let us see it. ( Ta canvas and unrolls\nit. Visibly rejoiced.) Oh, by God, it's Lulu's portrait!\nLULU. {Screaming.) Monster, you brought that\nhere? Get it out of my sight! Throw it out of the\nwindow!\nALVA. {Suddenly with renewed life, deeply pleased.)\nWhy, I should like to know? Looking on this picture I\nregain my self-respect. It makes my fate comprehensible\nto me. Everything we have endured gets clear as day.\n{ln a somewhat elegiac strain.) Let him who feels se-\ncure in his middle-class position when he sees these blos-\nsoming pouting lips, these child-eyes, big and innocent,\nthis rose-wF' body abounding in life,—let him cast the\nfirst stone at us!\nSCHIGOLCH. We must nail it up. It will make an\nexcellent impression on our patrons.\nALVA. {Energetic.) There's a nail sticking all ready\nfor it in the wall.\nSCHIGOLCH. But how did you come upon this acqui-\nsition ?\nGESCHWITZ. I secretly cut it out of the wall in your\nhouse, there, after you were gone.\nALVA. TOO bad the color's got rubbed off round the\nedges. You didn't roll it up carefully enough. {Fastens\nit to a high nail in the wall.)\nSCHIGOLCH. It's got to have another one underneath\nif it's going to hold. It makes the whole flat look more\nelegant."}, {"page_pdf": 70, "page_imprimee": "68", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.70", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nALVA. Let me alone; I know how I'll do it. {He\ntears several nails out of the wall, pulls off his left boot,\nand with its heel nails the edges of the picture to the\nwall.)\nSCHIGOLCH. It's just got to hang a while again, to get\nits proper effect. Whoever looks at that'll imagine after-\nwards he's been in an Indian harem.\nALVA. {Putting on his boot again, standing up\nproudly.) Her body was at its highest point of devel-\nopment when that picture was painted. The lamp, kid\ndear! Seems to me it's got extraordinarily dark.\nGESCHWITZ. He must have been an eminently gifted\nartist who painted that!\nLULU. {Perfectly composed again, stepping before\nthe picture with the lamp.) Didn't you know him, then?\nGESCHWITZ. No. It must have been long before my\ntime. I only occasionally heard chance remarks of yours,\nthat he had cut his throat from persecution-mania.\nALVA. {Comparing the picture with Lulu.) The\nchild-like expression in the eyes is still absolutely the\nsame in spite of all she has lived thru since. {ln joyous\nexcitement.) The dewy freshness that covered her skin,\nthe sweet-smelling breath from her lips, the rays of\nlight that beam from her white forehead, and this chal-\nlenging splendor of young flesh in throat and arms—\nSCHIGOLCH. All that's gone with the rubbish wagon.\nShe can say with self-assurance: That was me once! The\nman she falls into the hands of to-day 'll have no con-\nception of what we were when we were young.\nALVA. {Cheerfully.) God be thanked, we don't\nnotice the continual decline when we see a person all the\ntime. {Lightly.) The woman blooms for us in the"}, {"page_pdf": 71, "page_imprimee": "69", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.71", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nmoment when she hurls the man to destruction for the\nrest of his life. That is her nature and her destiny.\nSCHIGOLCH. Down in the street-lamp's shimmer she's\nstill a match for a dozen walking spectres. The man\nwho still wants to make connections at this hour looks\nout more for heart-qualities than mere physical good\npoints. He decides for the pair of eyes from which the\nleast thievery sparkles.\nLULU. (Now as pleased as Alva,) I shall see if\nyou're right. Adieu.\nALVA. {ln sudden anger.) You shall not go down\nagain, as I live!\nGESCHWITZ. Where do you want to go?\nALVA. Down to fetch up a man.\nGESCHWITZ. Lulu!\nALVA. She's done it once to-day already.\nGESCHWITZ. Lulu, Lulu, where you go I go too.\nSCHIGOLCH. If you want to put your bones up for\nsale, kindly get a district of your own!\nGESCHWITZ. Lulu, I shall not stir from your side! I\nhave weapons upon me.\nSCHIGOLCH. Confound it all, her ladyship plots to\nfish with our bait!\nLULU. You're killing me. I can't stand it here any\nmore. {Exit.)\nGESCHWITZ. You need fear nothing. I am with you.\n{Follows her.)\nALVA. {Whimpering, throws himself on his couch.\nSchigolch swears, loudly and grumbling.) I guess there's\nnot much more good to expect on this side!\nSCHIGOLCH. We ought to have held the creature back\nby the throat. She'll scare away everything that breathes\nwith her aristocratic death's head."}, {"page_pdf": 72, "page_imprimee": "70", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.72", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nALVA. She's flung me onto a sick-bed and larded me\nwith thorns outside and in!\nSCHIGOLCH. And she's still got enough strength in\nher body to do the same for ten men alright.\nALVA. No mortally wounded man'll ever find the\nstab of mercy welcomer than I!\nSCHIGOLCH. If she hadn't enticed the acrobat to my\nplace that time, we'd have him round our necks to-day\ntoo.\nALVA. I see it swinging above my head as Tantalus\nsaw the branch with the golden apples!\nSCHIGLOCH. {On his mattr.)Won't you turn up\nthe lamp a little?\nALVA. Can a simple, natural man in the wilderness\nsuffer so unspeakably?!— God, God, what have I made of\nmy life!\nSCHIGOLCH. What's the beastly weather made of my\nulster! When I was five-and-twenty, I knew how to\nhelp myself!\nALVA. It has not cost everyone my sunny, glorious\nyouth!\nSCHIGOLCH. I guess it'll go out in a minute. Till\nthey come back it'll be as dark in here again as in mother's\nwomb.\nALVA. With the clearest consciousness of my purpose\nI sought intercourse with people who'd never read a\nbook in their lives. With self-denial, with exaltation,\nI clung to the elements, that I might be carried to the\nloftiest heights of poetic fame. The reckoning was false,\nf. am the martyr of my calling. Since the death of my\nfather I have not written a single line!\nSCHIGOLCH. If only they haven't stayed together!\n.Nobody but a silly boy will go with two, no matter what."}, {"page_pdf": 73, "page_imprimee": "71", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.73", "texte": "ACT 111 j\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nALVA. They've not stayed together!\nSCHIGOLCH. That's what I hope. If need be, she'll\nkeep the creature off from her with kicks.\nALVA. One, risen from the dregs, is the most cele-\nbrated man of his nation; another, born in the purple,\nlies in the mud and cannot die!\nSCHIGOLCH. Here they come!\nALVA. And what blessed hours of mutual joy in\ncreation they had lived thru with each other!\nSCHIGOLCH. They can do that now, for the first time\nrightly.—We must hide again.\nALVA. I stay here.\nSCHIGOLCH. Just what do you pity them for?—Who\nspends his money has his good reasons for it!\nALVA. I have no longer the moral courage to let my\ncomfort be disturbed for a miserable sum of money!\nwraps himself up in his plaid.)\nSCHIGOLCH. Noblesse oblige! A respectable man does\nwhat he owes his position. (He left. Lulu opens\nthe door, saying \"Come right in, and there\nenters Prince Kungu Poti, heir-apparent\na light suit, white spats, tan button-hoots, and a gray tall\nhat. His speech, interrupted with frequent hiccoughs,\nabounds with the peculiar African hiss-sounds.)\nKUNGU POTI. God damn—it's dark on the stairs!\nLULU. It's lighter here, sweetheart. (Pulling\nforward by the hand.) Come on!\nKUNGU POTI. But it's cold here, awful cold!\nLULU. Have some brandy?\nKUNGU POTI. Brandy? You bet—always! Brandy's\ngood!\nLULU. (Giving him the bottle.) I don't know where\nthere's a glass."}, {"page_pdf": 74, "page_imprimee": "72", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.74", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nKUNGU POTI. Doesn't matter. (Drinks.) Brandy!\nLots of it!\nLULU. You're a nice-looking young man.\nKUNGU POTI. My father's the emperor of Uahubee.\nI've got six wives here, two Spanish, two English, two\nFrench. Well—l don't like my wives. Always I must\ntake a bath, take a bath, take a bath. . . .\nLULU. How much will you give me?\nKUNGU POTI. Gold! Trust me, you shall have gold!\nOne gold-piece. I always give gold-pieces.\nLULU. You can give it to me later, but show it to me.\nKUNGU POTI. I never pay beforehand.\nLULU. But you can show it to me, thoh!\nKUNGU POTI. Don't understand, don't understand!\nCome, Ragapsishimulara! ( Lulu round the\nwaist.) Come on!\nLULU. ( Defending herself with all her strength.)\nLet me be! Let me be! (Alva, who has risen pain-\nfully from his couch, sneaks up to Kungu Poti from he-\nhind and pulls him back by the collar.)\nKUNGU POTI. (Whirling round.) Oh! Oh! This\nis a murder-hole! Come, my friend, I'll put you to\nsleep! (Strikes him over the head with a loaded cane.\nAlva groans and falls in a heap.) Here's a sleeping-\ndraught! Here's opium for )X)u! Sweet dreams to you!\nSweet dreams! (Then he gives Lulu a kiss; pointing\nto Alva.) He dreams of you, Ragapsishimulara! Sweet\ndreams! (Rushing to the door.) Here's the door!!\n(Exit.)\nLULU. But I'll not stay here?!— Who can stand it\nhere now!— Rather down onto the street! (Exit. Schi-\ngolch comes out.)\nSCHIGOLCH.—Blood!—Alva!—He's got to be put away"}, {"page_pdf": 75, "page_imprimee": "73", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.75", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nsomewhere. Hop!—Or else our friends 'll get a shock\nfrom him—Alva! Alva!—He that isn't quite clear about\nit—! One thing or t'other; or it'll soon be too late!\nI'll give him legs! ( Strikes match and sticks it into\nAlva's collar. .. . ) He will have his rest. But no\none sleeps here.— ( Drags him by the head into Lulu's\nroom. Returning, he tries to turn up the light.) It'll\nbe time for me, too, right soon now, or they'll get no\nmore Christmas puddings down there in the tavern. God\nknows when she'll be coming back from her pleasure tour!\n(Fixing an eye on Lulu's picture.) She doesn't under-\nstand business! She can't live off love, because her life\nis love.—There she comes. I'll just talk straight to her\nonce—{Countess Geschwitz enters.) ... If you want to\nlodge with us to-night, kindly take a little care that noth-\ning is stolen here.\nGESCHWITZ. How dark it is here!\nSCHIGOLCH. It gets much darker than this.—The\ndoctor's already gone to rest.\nGESCHWITZ. She sent me ahead.\nSCHIGOLCH. That was sensible.—If anyone asks for\nme, I'm sitting downstairs in the pub.\nGESCHWITZ. {After he has gone.) I will sit behind\nthe door. I will look on at everything and not quiver\nan eye-lash. {Sitson the broken chair.) Men and\nwomen don't know themselves—they know not what they\nare. Only one who is neither man nor woman knows\nthem. Every word they say is untrue, a lie. And they\ndo not know it, for they are to-day so and to-morrow\nso, according as they have eaten, drunk, and loved, or not.\nOnly the body remains for a time what it is, and only\nthe children have reason. The men and women are like\nthe animals: none knows what it does. When they are"}, {"page_pdf": 76, "page_imprimee": "74", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.76", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\n4\nhappiest they bewail themselves and groan, and in their\ndeepest misery they rejoice over every tiny morsel. It is\nstrange how hunger takes from men and women the\nstrength to withstand misfortune. But when they have\nfed full they make this world a torture-chamber, they\nthrow away their lives to satisfy a whim, a mood. Have\nthere ever once been men and women to whom love\nbrought happiness? And what is their happiness, save\nthat they sleep better and can forget it all? My God,\nI thank thee that thou hast not made me as these. lam\nnot man nor woman. My body has nothing common\nwith their bodies. Have I a human soul? Tortured\nhumanity has a little narrow heart; but I know I deserve\nnothing when I resign all, sacrifice all. . . . {Lulu opens\nthe door, and Dr. Hilti enters. unnoticed,\nremains motionless by the door.)\nLULU. ( Gaily.) Come right in ! Come!—you'll stay\nwith me all night?\nDR. HILTI. ( His accent is very broad and flat.) But\nI have no more than five shillings on me. I never take\nmore than that when I go out.\nLULU. That's enough, because it's you! You have\nsuch faithful eyes! Come, give me a kiss!\nbegins to swear, in the broadest north-country voiuels.)\nPlease, don't say that.\nDR. HILTI. By the de'il, 'tis the first time I've e'er\ngone with a girri! You can believe me. Mass, I hadn't\nthought it would be like this!\nLULU. Are you married ?\nDR. HILTI. Heaven and Hail, why do you think lam\nmarried?—No, I'm a tutor; I read philosophy at the\nUniversity. The truth is, I come of a very old country\nfamily. As a student, I got just two shillings pocket-"}, {"page_pdf": 77, "page_imprimee": "75", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.77", "texte": "ACT ml\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nmoney, and I could make better use of that than for\ngirrls!\nLULU. So you have never been with a woman?\nDR. HILTI. Just so, yes! But I want it now. I got\nengaged this evening to a country-woman of mine. She's\na governess here.\nLULU. Is she pretty?\nDR. HILTI. Yaw, she's got a hundred thousand.—I\nam very eager, as it seems to me . . .\nLULU. ( Tossing back her hair.) I AM in luck!\n(Takes the lamp.) Well, if you please, Mr. Tutor?\n( They go into her room. Geschwitz draws a small black\nrevolver from her pocket and sets it to her forehead.)\nGESCHWITZ.—Come, come,—beloved! {Dr. Hilti tears\nopen the door again.—)\nDR. HILTI. {Plunging in.)lnsane seraphs! Some\none's lying in there!\nLULU. {Lamp in hand, holds him by the sleeve.)\nStay with me!\nDR. HILTI. A dead man! A corpse!\nLULU. Stay with me! Stay with me!\nDR. HILTI. {Tearing away.) A corpse is lying in\nthere! Horrors! Hail! Heaven!\nLULU. Stay with me!\nDR. HILTI. Where d'S it go out? {Sees Geschwitz.)\nAnd there is the devil!\nLULU. Please, stop, stay!\nDR. HILTI. Devil, devilled devilry!—Oh, thou eternal—\n(Exit.)\nLULU. {Rushing after him.) Stop! Stop!\nGESCHWITZ. {Alone, lets the revolver sink.) Better,\nhang! If she sees me lie in my blood to-day she'll not\nweep a tear for me! I have always been to her but"}, {"page_pdf": 78, "page_imprimee": "76", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.78", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nthe docile tool that could be used for the heaviest labor.\nFrom the first day she has abhorred me from the depths\nof her soul.—Shall I not rather jump from the bridge?\nWhich could be colder, the water or her heart? I would\ndream till I was drowned.—Better, hang! Stab?—\nHm, there would be no use in that How often have I\ndreamt that she kissed me! But a minute more; an owl\nknocks there at the window, and I wake up. Better,\nhang! Not water; water is too clean for me. (Starting\nup.) There!— There! There it is!— Quick now, before\nshe comes! ( Takes the plaid-straps from the wall, climbs\non the chair, fastens them to a hook in the door-post, puts\nher head thru them, kicks the chair away, and falls to the\nground.) Accursed life!— Accursed life!— Could it be be-\nfore me still??—Let me speak just once to thy heart, my\nangel! But thou art cold!—I am not to go yet! Perhaps\nI am even to have been happy once.—Listen to him,\nLulu! lam not to go yet! (She drags herself before\nLulu s picture, sinks to her knees and folds her hands.)\nMy adored angel! My love! My star!— Have mercy\nupon me, pity me, pity me, pity me!\n(Lulu opens the door, and Jack enters—a thick-set\nman of elastic movements, with a pale face, inflamed eyes,\narched and heavy brows, a drooping mustache, thin im-\nperial and shaggy whiskers, and fiery red hands with\ngnawed nails. His eyes are fixed on the ground. He\nwears a dark overcoat and a little round felt hat. En-\ntering, he notices Geschwitz.)\nJACK. Who is that?\nLULU. That's my sister. She's crazy. I don't know\nhow to get rid of her.\nJACK. Your mouth looks beautiful.\nLULU. It's my mother's."}, {"page_pdf": 79, "page_imprimee": "77", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.79", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nJACK. Looks like it. How much do you want? I\nhaven't got much money.\nLULU. Won't you spend the night with me here?\nJACK. No, haven't got the time. I must get home.\nLULU. You can tell them at home to-morrow that\nyou missed the last 'bus and spent the night with a friend.\nJACK. How much do you want?\nLULU. I'm not after lumps of gold, but, well, a little\nsomething.\nJACK. (Ttiming.) Good night! Good night!\nLULU. (Holds him back.) No, no! Stay, for God's\nsake!\nJACK. ( Goes past Geschwitz and opens the cubicle.)\nWhy should I stay here till morning? Sounds suspicious!\nWhen I'm asleep they'll turn my pockets out.\nLULU. NO, I won't do that! NO one will! Don't\ngo away again for that! I beg you!\nJACK. How much do you want?\nLULU. Then give me the half of what I said!\nJACK. NO, that's too much. You don't seem to have\nbeen at this long?\nLULU. To-day is the first time. ( jerks back\nGeschwitz, on her knees still, half turned toward Jack,\nby the straps around her neck.) Lie down and be quiet!\nJACK. Let her alone! She isn't your sister. She is\nin love with you. ( Strokes Gehead like a dog's.)\nPoor beast!\nLULU. Why do you stare at me so all at once?\nJACK. I got your measure by the way you walked.\nI said to myself: That girl must have a well-built body.\nLULU. How can you see things like that?\nJACK. I even saw that you had a pretty mouth. But\nI've only got a florin on me."}, {"page_pdf": 80, "page_imprimee": "78", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.80", "texte": "PANDORA'S BOX\n[ACT 111\n\nLULU. Well, what difference does that make! Just\ngive that to me!\nJACK. ' But you'll have to give me half back, so I can\ntake the 'bus to-morrow morning.\nLULU. I have nothing on me.\nJACK. Just look, thoh. Hunt thru your pockets!—\nWell, what's that? Let's see it!\nLULU. ( Showing him.) That's all I have.\nJACK. Give it to me!\nLULU. I'll change it to-morrow, and then give you\nhalf.\nJACK. No, give it all to me.\nLULU. ( Giving it.) In God's name! But now you\ncome! ( Takes up the lamp.)\nJACK. We need no light. The moon's out.\nLULU. ( Puts the lamp down.) As you say.\nfalls on his neck.) I won't harm you at all! I love you\nso! Don't let me beg you any longer!\nJACK. Alright; I'm with you. (Follows her into the\ncubby-hole. The lamp goes out. On the floor under the\ntwo sky-lights appear two vivid squares of moonlight.\nEverything in the room is clearly seen.)\nGESCHWITZ. (As in a dream.) This is the last even-\ning I shall spend with these people. I'm going back to\nGermany. My mother'll send me the money. I'll go to\na university. I must fight for woman's rights; study\nlaw. . . . (Lulu shrieks, and tears open the door.)\nLULU. ( Barefoot, in chemise and petticoat, holding\nthe door shut behind her.) Help!\nGESCHWITZ. (Rushes to the door, draws her revolver,\nand pushing Lulu aside, aims it at the door. As Lulu\nagain cries \"HelpJ\") Let go! (Jack, bent double, tears\nopen the door from inside, and runs a knife into Gesch-"}, {"page_pdf": 81, "page_imprimee": "79", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.81", "texte": "ACT lII]\nPANDORA'S BOX\n\nwitz's body. She fires one shot, at the roof, and falls\nwith suppressed crying, crumpling up. Jack tears her\nrevolver from her and throws himself against the exit-\ndoor.)\nJACK. God damn! I never saw a prettier mouth!\n(Sweat drips from his hairy face. His hands are bloody.\nHe pants, gasping violently, and stares at the floor with\neyes popping out of his head. Lulu, trembling in every\nlimb, looks wildly round. Suddenly she seizes the bottle,\nsmashes it on the table, and with the broken neck in\nher hand rushes upon Jack. He swings up his right foot\nand throws her onto her back. Then he lifts her up.)\nLULU. No, no!— Mercy!— Murder!— Police! Police!\nJACK. Be still. You'll never get away from me again.\n(Car ries her in.)\nLULU. (Within, right.) No!—No!—No! Ah!\n—Ah! . . .\n(After a pause, Jack re-enters. He puts the bowl\non the table.)\nJACK. That was a piece of work! ( his\nhands.) I am a damned lucky chap! ( round\nfor a tozvel.) Not even a towel, these folks here! Hell of\na wretched hole! (He dries his hands on Geschwitz's pet-\nticoat.) This invert is safe enough from me! (To her.)\nIt'll soon be all up with you, too. (Exit.)\nGESCHWITZ. (Alone.) Lulu!—My angel!— Let me\nsee thee once more! I am near thee—stay near thee—\nforever! (Her elboivs give way.) O cursed—!!\n(Dies.)\nCURTAIN\"."}, {"page_pdf": 83, "page_imprimee": "81", "url_page": "https://bluemountain.princeton.edu/bluemtn/?a=d&d=bmtnaat191411-01.1.83", "texte": "Volume I:\nSongs, Sighs and Curses. By Adolf\nWolff ...........................60c.\nThe Diary of a Suicide. By Wallace E.\nBaker ...........................50c.\nThe Azure Adder. By Charles Demuth\n...............................35c.\nLove of One's Neighbor. By Leonid\nAndreyev .........................35c.\nDes Imagistes. An Anthology.......50c.\nErna Vitek. By Alfred Kreymborg.\nVolume II ....................All sold.\nCollects. By Horace Traubel........50c.\nPoems. By George Cronyn.\nErdsreist. By Frank Wedekind.\nPandora's Box. By Frank Wedekind.\nHereafter all single copies will be\n50 cents.\nThe subscription price per year is\n$3.00."}]}