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Page 80
STRANGER. The green witch's dress, that laid a spell on me one
Sunday afternoon, between the inn and the church door! That'll
bring no good.
LADY (fetching the paper herself and also a large parcel that is in
the pocket of the dress). See for yourself.
STRANGER (tearing up the paper). No need for me to look!
LADY. He won't believe it. He won't. Yet the chemists want to give
a banquet in your honour next Saturday.
STRANGER. Is that in the paper too? About the banquet?
LADY (handing him the packet). And here's the diploma of honour.
Read it!
STRANGER (tearing up the packet). Perhaps there's a Government
Order too!
LADY. Those whom the gods would destroy they first make blind! You
made your discovery with no good intentions, and therefore you
weren't permitted to be the only one to succeed.
STRANGER. Now I shall go. For I won't stay here and lay bare my
shame! I've become a laughing-stock, so I'll go and hide myself--
bury myself alive, because I don't dare to die.
LADY. Then go! We start for the colonies in a few days.
STRANGER. That's frank at least! Perhaps we're nearing a solution.
LADY. Of the riddle: why we had to meet?
STRANGER. Why did we have to?
LADY. To torture one another.
STRANGER. Is that all?
LADY. You thought you could save me from a werewolf, who really was
no such thing, and so you become one yourself. And then I was to
save you from evil by taking all the evil in you on myself, and I
did so; but the result was that you only became more evil. My poor
deliverer! Now you're bound hand and foot and no magician can set
you free.
STRANGER. Farewell, and thank you for all you've done.
LADY. Farewell, and thank you ... for this! (She points to the
cradle.)
STRANGER (going towards the back). First perhaps I ought to take my
leave in there.
LADY. Yes, my dear. Do!
(The STRANGER goes out through the door at the back. The LADY
crosses to the door on the right and lets in the DOMINICAN--who is
also the BEGGAR.)
CONFESSOR. Is he ready now?
LADY. Nothing remains for this unhappy man but to leave the world
and bury himself in a monastery.
CONFESSOR. So he doesn't believe he's the great inventor he
undoubtedly is?
LADY. No. He can believe good of no one, not even of himself.
CONFESSOR. That is the punishment Heaven sent him: to believe lies,
because he wouldn't listen to the truth.
LADY. Lighten his guilty burden for him, if you can.
CONFESSOR. No. If I did he'd only grow insolent and accuse God of
malice and injustice. This man is a demon, who must be kept
confined. He belongs to the dangerous race of rebels; he'd misuse
his gifts, if he could, to do evil. And men's power for evil is
immeasurable.
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