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| The Romancers |
| By Edmond Rostand |
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The Romancers
-"The Romancers" is best played in the romantic atmosphere of the late Eighteenth century; the costumes should be Louis XVI. The stage-directions are sufficiently detailed....
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ACT I
SCENE: The stage is divided by an old wall, covered with vines and flowers. At the right, a corner of BERGAMIN's private park; at the left, a corner of PASQUINOT's. On each side of the wall, and against it, is a rustic bench. As the curtain rises, PERCINET is seated on the top of the wall. On his knee is a book, out of which he is reading to SYLVETTE, who stands attentively listening on the bench which is on the other side of the wall.
SYLVETTE. Monsieur Percinet, how divinely beautiful!
PERCINET. Is it not? Listen to what Romeo answers: [ Reading ]
"It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops: I must begone"--
SYLVETTE. [Interrupts him, as she listens.] Sh!
PERCINET. [Listens a moment, then] No one! And, Mademoiselle, you must not take fright like a startled bird. Hear the immortal lovers:
"_Juliet._ Yon light is not the daylight, I know it, I, It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua :
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.
_Romeo._ Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou will have it so.
I'll say, yon gray is not the morning's eye, 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death and welcome"--
SYLVETTE. No, he must not say such things, or I shall cry.
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