Act 3 — SCENE IX
Hannah Lynch translation
Teodora, Ernest, Don Severo. Afterwards Don Julian
and Doña Mercedes.
D. Julian. [Inside.] Let me go.
Mercedes. [Inside.] No. You must not.
D. Julian. It is they. Don't you hear them?
Teodora. [To Ernest.] Go.
Severo. [To Ernest.] Avenged!
Ernest. I don't deny it. [Enter Don Julian, pale and dying, leaning on Doña Mercedes' arm. Don Severo stations himself on the right, Ernest and Teodora remain in the background.]
D. Julian. Together! Where are they going? Who detains them here? Away with you, traitors. [Wants to rush at them, but strength fails him, and he staggers back.back.]
Severo. [Hurrying to his assistance.] No, no.
D. Julian. Severo, they deceived me—they lied to me—the miserable pair! [While he speaks Don Severo and Doña Mercedes lead him to the arm-chair.] There, look at them—both—she and Ernest! Why are they together?
89Teodora and Ernest. [Separating.] No.
D. Julian. Why don't they come to me? Teodora!
Teodora. [Stretches out her arms but does not advance.] Julian!
D. Julian. Here in my arms. [Teodora runs forward and flings herself into Don Julian's arms, who clasps her feverishly. Pause.] You see—you see—[to Don Severo] I know well enough they are deceiving me. I hold her thus in my arms. I crush and subdue her—I might kill her—so! and 'tis only what she deserves. But I look at her—I look at her—and then I cannot!
Teodora. Julian——
D. Julian. [Pointing to Ernest.] And that fellow?
Ernest. Sir!
D. Julian. I loved him! Silence, and come hither. [Ernest approaches.] You see, I am still her owner. [He holds Teodora more tightly clasped.clasped.]
Teodora. Yes,—I am yours.
D. Julian. Drop pretence. Don't lie.
Mercedes. [Striving to soothe him.] For pity's sake——
D. Severo. Julian!
D. Julian. [To both.] Peace. [To Teodora.] I see through you. I know well that you love him. [Teodora and Ernest try to protest, but he will not let them.] All Madrid knows it too—all Madrid.
Ernest. No, father.
Teodora. No.
D. Julian. They deny it—they deny it! Why, it is as clear as noonday. Why, I feel it in every fibre,—by the 90beat of fevered pulse, by the consuming flame of inward illumination!
Ernest. It is the fever of your blood and the delirium of bodily weakness that feed the delusion. Listen to me, sir——
D. Julian. To hear how well you can lie?
Ernest. [Pointing to Teodora.] She is innocent.
D. Julian. But I do not believe you.
Ernest. Sir, by my father's memory——
D. Julian. Don't insult his name and memory.
Ernest. By my mother's last kiss——
D. Julian. That kiss has long since been wiped from your brow.
Ernest. What then do you want, father? I will swear by anything you wish. Oh, my father!
D. Julian. No oaths, or protests, or deceitful words.
Ernest. Then what? Only tell me.
Teodora. Yes, what, Julian?
D. Julian. Deeds.
Ernest. What does he wish, Teodora? What does he ask of us?
Teodora. I don't know. Oh, what are we to do, Ernest?
D. Julian. [Watching them in feverish distrust.] Ah, you would even deceive me to my face! You are plotting together, wretched traitors! I see it.
Ernest. It is fever that misleads you—not the testimony of your eyes.
D. Julian. Fever, yes. And since fever is fire, it has 91burnt away the bandage with which before you two had blinded me, and at last I see you for what you are. And now!—but why these glances at one another? Why, traitors? Why do your eyes gleam so? Tell me, Ernest. There are no tears in them to make them shine. Come nearer—nearer to me. [Draws Ernest to him, bends his head, and then succeeds in thrusting him upon his knees. Thus Teodora is on one side of Don Julian and Ernest at his feet. Don Julian passes his hand across the young man's eyes.] You see—no tears—they are quite dry.
Ernest. Forgive me, forgive me!
D. Julian. You ask my forgiveness? Then you acknowledge your sin?
Ernest. No.
D. Julian. Yes.
Ernest. I say it is not so.
D. Julian. Then here before me, look at her.
D. Severo. Julian!
Mercedes. Sir!
D. Julian. [To Teodora and Ernest.] Perhaps you are afraid? So it is not like a brother that you cherish her? If so, prove it. Let me see what sort of light shines in your eyes as they meet—whether, to my close inspection, the rays dart passion's flame, or mild affection. Come here, Teodora. Both—so—still nearer. [Drags Teodora until she stumbles, so that both faces are compelled towards each other.]
Teodora. [Frees herself with a violent effort.] Oh, no.
Ernest. [Also strives to free himself, but is held in Don Julian's grasp.] I cannot.
D. Julian. You love one another—you can't deny it, for I've seen it. [To Ernest.] Your life!
92Ernest. Yes.
D. Julian. Your blood!
Ernest. All.
D. Julian. [Forcing him to his knees.] Stay still.
Teodora. Julian!
D. Julian. Ah, you defend him, you defend him.
Teodora. Not for his sake.
D. Severo. In God's name——
D. Julian. [To Severo.] Silence. [Still holds Ernest down.] Bad friend, bad son!
Ernest. My father.
D. Julian. Disloyal! Traitor!
Ernest. No, father.
D. Julian. Here is my shameful seal upon your cheek—To-day with my hand—soon with steel—so! [With a supreme effort strikes Ernest. Ernest jumps up with a terrible cry, and turns away, covering his face.]
Ernest. Oh!
D. Severo. [Stretches out his hand to Ernest.] Justice.
Teodora. My God! [Hides her face in both hands, and drops on a chair.]
Mercedes. [Turning to Ernest to exculpate Don Julian.] It was only delirium.
[These four exclamations very hurried. A moment of stupor. Don Julian stands still staring at Ernest, and Doña Mercedes and Don Severo endeavour to calm him.]
D. Julian. It was not delirium, it was chastisement, Heaven be praised. What did you think, ungrateful boy?
93Mercedes. That will do.
D. Severo. Come, Julian.
D. Julian Yes, I am going. [Is led away with difficulty between Don Severo and Dona Mercedes, and stops to look back at Teodora and Ernest.]
Mercedes. Quickly, Severo.
D. Julian. Look at them, the traitors! It was only justice—was it not? Say so—at least I believe it.
D. Severo. For God's sake, Julian—well, at any rate, for mine——
D. Julian. Yes, for yours, Severo, only for yours. You alone have loved me truly. [Embraces him.]
D. Severo. Yes, yes, it is so.
D. Julian. [Stops at the door and looks back again.] She is crying for him—and does not follow me. Not even a look. She does not see that I am dying—yes, dying.
D. Severo. Julian, Julian!
D. Julian. [On the threshold.] Wait, wait. Dishonour for dishonour. Good-bye, Ernest.
[Exeunt Don Julian, Don Severo, and Mercedes.]