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Page 68
SECOND WOMAN. Yes, but it's a shame.
STRANGER. You're sorry for me? I thank you for that, even if I
don't quite deserve it! _You_ felt pity for me!
SECOND WOMAN. Yes. That's also something I learnt from you.
(The scene is changed without lowering the curtain. The stage is
darkened, and a medley of scenes, representing landscapes, palaces,
rooms, is lowered and brought forward; so that characters and
furniture are no longer seen, but the STRANGER alone remains
visible and seems to be standing stiffly as though unconscious. At
last even he disappears, and from the confusion a prison cell
emerges.)
SCENE II
PRISON CELL
[On the right a door; and above it a barred opening, through which
a ray of sunlight is shining, throwing a patch of light on the
left-hand wall, where a large crucifix hangs.]
[The STRANGER, dressed in a brown cloak and wearing a hat, is
sitting at the table looking at the patch of sunlight. The door is
opened and the BEGGAR is let in.]
BEGGAR. What are you brooding over?
STRANGER. I'm asking myself why I'm here; and then: where I was
yesterday?
BEGGAR. Where do you think?
STRANGER. It seems in hell; unless I dreamed everything.
BEGGAR. Then wake up now, for this is going to be reality.
STRANGER. Let it come. I'm only afraid of ghosts.
BEGGAR (taking out a newspaper). Firstly, the great authority has
withdrawn the certificate he gave you for making gold. He says, in
this paper, that you deceived him. The result is that the paper
calls you a charlatan!
STRANGER. O God! What is it I'm fighting?
BEGGAR. Difficulties, like other men.
STRANGER. No, this is something else. ...
BEGGAR. Your own credulity, then.
STRANGER. No, I'm not credulous, and I know I'm right.
BEGGAR. What's the good of that, if no one else does,
STRANGER. Shall I ever get out of this prison? If I do, I'll settle
everything.
BEGGAR. The matter's arranged; everything's paid for.
STRANGER. Oh? Who paid, then?
BEGGAR. The Society, I suppose; or the Drunkard's Government.
STRANGER. Then I can go?
BEGGAR. Yes. But there's one thing. ...
STRANGER. Well, what is it?
BEGGAR. Remember, an enlightened man of the world mustn't let
himself be taken by surprise.
STRANGER. I begin to divine. ...
BEGGAR. The announcement's on the front page.
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