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STRANGER (avoiding him). You don't deceive me.
BEGGAR. You believe nothing but evil. That's why you get nothing
but evil. Try to believe what is good. Try!
STRANGER. I will. But if I'm deceived, I've the right to. ...
BEGGAR. You've no right to do that.
STRANGER (as if to himself ). Who is it reads my secret thoughts,
turns my soul inside out, and pursues me? Why do you persecute me?
BEGGAR. Saul! Saul! Why persecutest thou Me?
(The STRANGER goes out with a gesture of horror. The chord of the
funeral march is heard again. The LADY enters.)
LADY. Have you seen a man pass this way in a long cloak, with a
green hat?
BEGGAR. There was a poor devil here, who hobbled off. ...
LADY. The man I'm searching for's not lame.
BEGGAR. Nor was he. It seems he'd hurt his hip; and that made him
walk unsteadily. I mustn't be malicious. Look here in the mud.
LADY. Where?
BEGGAR (pointing). There! At that rut. In it you can see the
impression of a boot, firmly planted. ...
LADY (looking at the impression). It's he! His heavy tread. ... Can
I catch him up?
BEGGAR. Follow the track!
LADY (taking his hand and kissing it). Thank you, my friend. (Exit.)
SCENE XIV
BY THE SEA
[The same landscape as before, but now winter. The sea is dark
blue, and on the horizon great clouds take on the shapes of huge
heads. In the distance three bare masts of a wrecked ship, that
look like three white crosses. The table and seat are still under
the tree, but the chairs have been removed. There is snow on the
ground. From time to time a bell-buoy can be heard. The STRANGER
comes in from the left, stops a moment and looks out to sea, then
goes out, right, behind the cottage. The LADY enters, left, and
appears to be following the STRANGER'S footsteps on the snow; she
exits in front of the cottage, right. The STRANGER re-enters,
right, notices the footprints of the LADY, pauses, and looks back,
right. The LADY re-enters, throws herself into his arms, but
recoils.]
LADY. You thrust me away.
STRANGER. No. It seems there's someone between us.
LADY. Indeed there is! (Pause.) What a meeting!
STRANGER. Yes. It's winter; as you see.
LADY. I can feel the cold coming from you.
STRANGER. I got frozen in the mountains.
LADY. Do you think the spring will ever come?
STRANGER. Not to us! We've been driven from the garden, and must
wander over stones and thistles. And when our hands and feet are
bruised, we feel we must rub salt in the wounds of the ... other
one. And then the mill starts grinding. It'll never stop; for
there's always water.
LADY. No doubt what you say is true.
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