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Page 108
[From the left the STRANGER enters, dressed as a bridegroom; and
the LADY, dressed as a bride; both radiant with youth and beauty.]
STRANGER. Welcome to my house, belov�d; to your home and mine, my
bride; to your dwelling-place, my wife!
LADY. I'm grateful, dear friend! It's like a fairy tale!
STRANGER. Yes, it is. A whole book of fairy tales, my dear, written
by me.
(They sit down on either side of the table.)
LADY. Is this real? It seems too lovely to me.
STRANGER. I've never seen you look so young, so beautiful.
LADY. It's your own eyes. ...
STRANGER. Yes, my own eyes that have learnt to see. And your
goodness taught them. ...
LADY. Which itself was taught by sorrow.
STRANGER. Ingeborg!
LADY. It's the first time you've called me by that name.
STRANGER. The first? I've never met Ingeborg; I've never known you,
as you are, sitting here in our home! Home! An enchanting word. An
enchanting thing I've never yet possessed. A home and a wife! You
are my first, my only one; for what once happened exists no longer--
no more than the hour that's past!
LADY. Orpheus! Your song has made these dead stones live. Make life
sing in me!
STRANGER. Eurydice, whom I rescued from the underworld! I'll love
you to life again; revivify you with my imagination. Now happiness
will come to us, for we know the dangers to avoid.
LADY. The dangers, yes! It's lovely in this house. It seems as if
these rooms were full of invisible guests, who've come to welcome
us. Kind spirits, who'll bless us and our home.
STRANGER. The candle flames are still, as if in prayer. The flowers
are pensive. ... And yet!
LADY. Hush! The summer night's outside, warm and dark. And stars
hang in the sky; large and tearful in the fir trees, like Christmas
candles. This is happiness. Hold it fast!
STRANGER (still thinking). And yet!
LADY. Hush!
STRANGER (getting up). A poem's coming: I can hear it. It's for you.
LADY. Don't tell it me. I can see it--in your eyes.
STRANGER. For I read it in yours! Well, I couldn't repeat it,
because it has no words. Only scent, and colour. If I were to, I
should destroy it. What's unborn is always most beautiful. What's
unwon, most dear!
LADY. Quiet. Or, our guests will leave us.
(They do not speak.)
STRANGER. This _is_ happiness--but I can't grasp it.
LADY. See it and breath it; for it can't be grasped.
(They do not speak.)
STRANGER. You're looking at your little room.
LADY. It's as bright green as a summer meadow. There's someone in
there. Several people!
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