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_ *This scene was omitted by Pushkin from the published version of the play.
GREGORY and a Wicked Monk
GREGORY.
O, what a weariness is our poor life,
What misery! Day comes, day goes, and ever
Is seen, is heard one thing alone; one sees
Only black cassocks, only hears the bell.
Yawning by day you wander, wander, nothing
To do; you doze; the whole night long till daylight
The poor monk lies awake; and when in sleep
You lose yourself, black dreams disturb the soul;
Glad that they sound the bell, that with a crutch
They rouse you. No, I will not suffer it!
I cannot! Through this fence I'll flee! The world
Is great; my path is on the highways never
Thou'lt hear of me again.
MONK.
Truly your life
Is but a sorry one, ye dissolute,
Wicked young monks!
GREGORY.
Would that the Khan again
Would come upon us, or Lithuania rise
Once more in insurrection. Good! I would then
Cross swords with them! Or what if the tsarevich
Should suddenly arise from out the grave,
Should cry, "Where are ye, children, faithful servants?
Help me against Boris, against my murderer!
Seize my foe, lead him to me!"
MONK.
Enough, my friend,
Of empty babble. We cannot raise the dead.
No, clearly it was fated otherwise
For the tsarevich-- But hearken; if you wish
To do a thing, then do it.
GREGORY.
What to do?
MONK.
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already streaked my beard-- Dost take me?
GREGORY.
Not I.
MONK.
Hearken; our folk are dull of brain,
Easy of faith, and glad to be amazed
By miracles and novelties. The boyars
Remember Godunov as erst he was,
Peer to themselves; and even now the race
Of the old Varyags is loved by all. Thy years
Match those of the tsarevich. If thou hast
Cunning and hardihood-- Dost take me now?
GREGORY.
I take thee.
MONK.
Well, what say'st thou?
GREGORY.
'Tis resolved.
I am Dimitry, I tsarevich!
MONK.
Give me
Thy hand, my bold young friend. Thou shalt be tsar! _
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