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The Road to Damascus: A Trilogy, a play by August Strindberg |
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Part 1 - Act 1 - Scene 17. A Street Corner |
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_ PART I ACT I SCENE XVII. A STREET CORNER [The same as Scene I. The STRANGER is sitting on the seat beneath the tree, drawing in the sand.] LADY (entering). What are you doing? STRANGER. Writing in the sand... still. LADY. Can you hear singing? STRANGER (pointing to the church). Yes. But from there! I've been unjust to someone, unwittingly. LADY. I think our wanderings must be over, now we've come back here. STRANGER. Where we began... at the street corner, between the inn, the church and the post office. By the way... isn't there a registered letter for me there, that I never fetched? LADY. Yes. Because there was nothing but unpleasantness in it. STRANGER. Or legal matters. (Striking his forehead.) Then that's the explanation. LADY. Fetch it then. In the belief that what it contains is good. STRANGER (ironically). Good! LADY. Believe it. Imagine it! STRANGER (going to the post office). I'll make the attempt. (The LADY waits on the pavement. The STRANGER comes back with a letter.) LADY. Well? STRANGER. I feel ashamed of myself. It's the money. LADY. You see! All these sufferings, all these tears... in vain! STRANGER. Not in vain! It looks like spite, what happens here, but it's not that. I wronged the Invisible when I mistook... LADY. Enough! No accusations. STRANGER. No. It was my own stupidity or wickedness. I didn't want to be made a fool of by life. That's why I was! It was the elves... LADY. Who made the change in you. Come. Let's go. STRANGER. And hide ourselves and our misery in the mountains. LADY. Yes. The mountains will hide us! (Pause.) But first I must go and light a candle to my good Saint Elizabeth. Come. (The STRANGER shakes his head.) Come! STRANGER. Very well. I'll go through that way. But I can't stay. LADY. How can you tell? Come. In there you shall hear new songs. (The STRANGER follows her to the door of the church.) STRANGER. It may be! LADY. Come! _ |
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