CHARACTERS:
Albert
Worthy
Arabella
Jenny
Scratch

ACT I.

Scene: Outside a country house at the end of the 17th century. Dawn.

(Jenny enters following Arabella.)

Jenny Why, when every one else is sleeping, what demon, if you please, tugs you by the ear and makes you go up and out so early?

Arabella
Peace, shut up, speak low—you know my plan. Worthy has come back.

Jenny
Worthy?

Arabella (romantically) >From France!

Jenny
How do you know that, Madame, I beg to ask?

Arabella I believed he'd make an appearance hereabouts—more with my heart than my eyes.

Jenny I am only astonished that you've avoided the watchful Uncle Albert. My word, here is a guide more excellent than love.

Arabella I was at my window waiting for the day. Then, someone came. Seeing the door open, I seized the opportunity offered by the occasion—more to take the air than to flatter my hopes that Mr. Worthy would be attracted here just to see me.

Jenny There's no need for you to worry. It's understandable that the poor boy would fall all over himself to see you. He comes tonight, and at daybreak, you wait for him—just to flatter his love. You lose little time. But, what, if by chance, Albert, your tutor, who is jealous by nature, should find us? What would you say to him?

Arabella (with determination) I intend to free myself from the jealous fool. I have languished too long under his cruel domain. I'm taking off the mask, so he can see how little regard I have for him, and how I intend to live from now on—and how much I hate him!

Jenny May heaven assist you in this praiseworthy plan! As for me, I'd rather serve the devil—yes, the devil. At least when he held his Sabbath, I would have some rest. But, in my state, evening, morning, day or night—I have no peace. I'll have a breakdown soon. He scolds and grinds his teeth the live long day. "Do this, do that, come, go, go upstairs, go downstairs—close the door and window. Prevent, if you can, anyone from appearing." He stops, he worries, he runs around without knowing where. All night he prowls like a frenzied wolf. He doesn't permit us to close our eyes. As for him, when he sleeps, one eye's shut, the other's watching. He never laughed in his life. He's jealous, stupid, brutal to the extreme, miserly, hard, peevish. I'd prefer to beg for my bread, from door to door, than to serve a master like this any longer. In short, I don't like him.

Arabella Henceforth, Jenny, all our troubles are over. How my Worthy differs from the portrait you paint. From my most tender years, nursed by his own mother, our hearts were leagued in sympathy. And love grew by the most charming means, finally united again by mutual oaths. Although suffering from this frightful constraint for some time, which annoys and overwhelms me, I am a woman who will take violent action! Dressed like a man—a knight errant, I will free myself from Albert and his harsh tyranny. I am going to run away and seek adventures.

Jenny
Oh, there are adventures enough to be found without going so far away.
I can warn you that you will find enough of them.

Arabella You don't know my character yet. When one puts a yoke on my contrary disposition, constraint only wakens my desires. I have lived in the world in the midst of pleasure. Presently, Worthy is ready to marry me. Many wild ideas pass through my head. I have the heart, the wit, the sense,—the right! In short, you will soon see the little traits of my character. But, why is the door open?

Jenny Fie. Your old Cereberus is on the prowl. What will he ask? He prowls everywhere. He stands sentinel all night—and at daybreak he goes scouting. If, by good luck, he could be trapped into some ambush—a little spoke put in his wheel, with some compromising story—and blackmailed— But, peace, I hear a noise: someone's coming—let's listen.

(Arabella and Jenny draw back as Albert enters.)

Albert I've circled the house, all night long, and found everybody asleep. This will foil the efforts of my enemies. I've even patrolled outside. Thank heaven, everything is all right. A secret terror disquiets me, despite my efforts. I've seen a certain inquisitive person prowling around here, from a distance, who seems to me to be examining the place. For nearly six months, my cowardly complacence has endangered my prudent action, and to let Arabella breathe easily disquiets my soul, so I must shut her up. You don't make girls wise by softness. I am going to bar the windows—with bars as big as my hand—to foil all human efforts. But, I hear some noise! I see an object which walks and turns about in the half light. Who goes there? . . . Nobody answers. This affected silence bodes no good.

Jenny
I tremble.

Albert
It's jenny. Arabella is with her.

Arabella
So, it's you, sir, playing sentinel?

Albert Yes, yes, it's me, it's me. But at this time of day, what are you doing in this place, if you please?

Arabella Neither Jenny nor I sleep in the morning, so we came here to be under the trees and to see the sun rise and take the air.

Jenny (trying to be helpful)
Yes.

Albert You are to watch the dawn and take the air from your window. You are conspiring here to betray me.

Jenny (aside)
That wouldn't be a bad idea!

Albert
What do you say?

Jenny
Not a word.

Albert Prudent, circumspect girls who are not up to some intrigue sleep tranquilly in their bed—and don't take the air so early—be it hot or cold.

Jenny And how, if you please, do you expect us to rest when all night one hears nothing but coming, going, opening, closing, crying, tossing, scratching, running, sneezing, coughing? When, by great luck, I fall asleep—a frightful jangling of keys starts me awake. I try to go back to sleep, but cannot. A Wandering Jew who does evil with the greatest pleasure, a mischievous imp vomited by hell to earth, to make an eternal war with sleeping men begins his uproar and annoys us all.

Albert
And what is this imp and Wandering Jew?

Jenny
You.

Albert
Me?

Jenny Yes, you. I believe that these rude manners come from some spirit who is in need of prayers. And to better understand whether this angry thing was soul or body, that made this Sabbath, one evening, I took a cord with two ends firmly attached upstairs. It had the effect I hoped. So soon as all were retired to sleep, I waited in person without noise or light, on guard in a corner. I wasn't long waiting. So pitty-pat down the spirit came, noisily tumbling over the cord. He measured the stairs with his nose. Suddenly, I heard him cry: "Help, I am dead." As these cries increased—at which I laughed very much—I ran and found you spread out—with an apostrophe in place of your face. Your nose gave proof that you were a body and not a spirit.

Albert Ah, miserable scoundrel, adherent of the devil! It was you who played that abominable trick. You wished to kill me with this cursed act!

Jenny (innocently)
No, it was only to trap the ghost.

Albert
I don't know what prevents me from beating you up!

Arabella
Sir, easy.

Albert You, too, my pretty, could earn some slaps. Shut up, if you please. To punish her audacity, I will drive her from my house. How do you like that?

Jenny (crying)
Just heaven, what a sentence. Sir—

Albert (adamant)
No, out of the nest, if you please.

Jenny (laughing) Ah, my word, sir, you flatter yourself if you think that leaving your sad company will make me suffer the least pang. A school boy leaving his tutor, a woman a long time celibate who leaves her relatives to get married—a slave who leaves the hands of his masters, an old prisoner who breaks his chains after thirty years, an heir who sees his uncle give up the ghost, a husband when the plague takes his plaguey wife—doesn't have half the pleasure I take in receiving from you this happy discharge.

Albert
Leaving me would please you?

Jenny
The greatest pleasure I will have in my life.

Albert Really! If that is so, I've changed my mind. I do not intend to give you this pleasure. You will stay here to do penance. And you will, without arguing, go in, and be diligent.

(Arabella reenters and curtsies. As Jenny starts to go, Albert stops her.)

Albert You stay—I wish to speak to you without witnesses. (aside) I'll have to butter her up—I need her services. (aloud) Come on—let's make peace and live sensibly. At bottom I love you—and more than you think.

Jenny
And I also love you more than you think.

Albert A pretty amour, truly to break my nose. But, I pardon all, and promise you that you will enjoy my bounty—if you serve me on occasion.

Jenny
Let's see. What service is in question?

Albert You've known for a long time, that as regards Arabella, I have, as one ought, a soul a—bit tender. But for the precautions I take for her the wench would soon take the bit in her teeth. She's always spent her life in high society with the lady from London—Mrs. Worthy—who took care of her until she was fifteen. That lady, having died, a relation begged me to take care of her, and confided her to me. Since then love has stolen into my heart. I have a plan to make her my wife.

Jenny
Your wife! Fie!

Albert
What do you mean by that tone?

Jenny
Fie, I tell you.

Albert
What?

Jenny Hey, fie! Fie—I tell you. You are too intelligent to commit such a stupidity—and I tell you to your grey beard.

Albert I never had children by my late wife—and I wish to finish what I've begun—to have heirs whose happy birth will ruin the hopes of all my collaterals.

Jenny My word, sir, make as many as you please. You won't have any posterity left behind, and it is I who tell you so.

Albert
And why is that?

Jenny
How do I know?

Albert
Who has given you the privilege of soothsaying? Say, speak, respond!

Jenny My God—I said nothing except what's reasonable, and you know it! I understand myself and that's sufficient.

Albert
Don't trouble yourself. It's my business—and none of yours!

Jenny
Ah, you're right.

Albert Look, you know that around here, one cannot take a step without falling into some ambush. The snares that surround my soul alarm me. I have a prize ewe lamb surrounded by care—but the ravishing wolves are prowling in hopes of carrying her off. I must protect her from their cruel fangs—and so as not to fear their cruel fury, I intend to close all parts of the sheep pen, to carefully surround my house with iron bars, and to let in only a few people—and that by day. I have need of your help at this juncture, so that the fencing will go as I intend.

Jenny
Who, me?

Albert I don't wish this invention to appear to be the result of my precaution. Arabella would be alarmed—with reason, to see my care result in her being locked in—that might cause her to become cold to me. But, with clever girls, one must gild the pill adroitly, and make her understand that all that is being done is only to protect her—and that last night a number of bandits got into a nearby house and left only the walls standing.

Jenny But, sir, do you think with this trick—and many others of the same type that you employ—do you believe that you will make her love you?

Albert
That's not your worry; suffice that I wish it.

Jenny Go on, at your age, to wish to taste of marriage a second time. Crazier still, to be amorous of a fifteen year old, and yet crazier to plan to cage her up. I count three extravagances in this plan—likely to be funereal in its consequence—and the least of them leads straight to Bedlam.

Albert
I have excellent reasons for my conduct.

Jenny Thanks to the effects of celestial bounty, I have my virtue intact. But, if I had a husband or a lover of your mind, they'd have horns all over their heads, by God! If you choose me to take on this trouble, I tell you plainly, your hope is vain. I don't intend to meddle in your cowardly plans. The case is too villainous, and I wash my hands of it.

Albert Do you know that after having employed persuasion, I also know how to employ intimidation?

Jenny Storm, swear, howl—go into a fit, you will only hear me repeat again, that a jealous man is a frightful thing—a thing one would cheerfully see buried a hundred feet underground. There is nothing more hideous— not Satan, Lucifer, and the many other gentleman-inhabitants of hell. They are much more handsome, charming, love-killers—less cruel and less insupportable—than certain jealous creatures such as one sees about here. You understand me—I have spoken and I will retire. Goodbye.

(Exit Jenny.)

Albert All the world is busy here plotting to betray me. One would conclude they have no greater joy. Jenny's worth nothing, but from fear of worse, I'll keep her. I will not let what people say, or their criticism prevent me from accomplishing the plan my heart is bent on realizing.

(Enter Scratch.)

Scratch (aside) My master, Mr. Worthy, who is waiting for me at the nearby inn, has sent me on before to sound the terrain. (seeing Albert) There, I take it, is our man. I must dissemble.

Albert
What are you doing here, by yourself and before my door?

Scratch
Good day, sir.

Albert (sourly)
Good day.

Scratch
I—are you well?

Albert (grumpily)
Yes.

Scratch
Truly, that rejoices my heart.

Albert
Rejoice or not rejoice—what brings you here? And who are you?

Scratch I would find it hard to say. I have so many jobs that I might call myself a universal man. I have wandered the universe; the world is my country. From lack of income, I lived by industry—as many others do. According to the circumstances, sometimes an honest man, sometimes a confidence man. I served unwillingly in the Navy—and realizing my heart inclined to rapine after having spent eighteen months privateering. I carried a musket in Flanders and Germany; I was wounded in the wars with France.

Albert
There are some fine jobs. (aside) From tip to toe, this fellow seems
to me to have the air of a rogue. (aloud) What are you doing here?
Speak!

Scratch
I will retire.

Albert (holding him)
No, no, you must speak.

Scratch (aside)
I don't know what to say to him.

Albert You seem to me to have the air of one of those rogues who prowl around to rob houses at night.

Scratch You don't know me, sir. I have other things on my mind. While Fortune prevents me from having wealth, it has given me marvelous secrets for curing ills. I amuse myself by seeking medicinal herbs around here.

Albert (surprised)
Medicinal herbs?

Scratch Yes, sir. All my life, I've made a profession of chemistry. As sure as you see me, there are no diseases I cannot cure—stone, coughs, vertigo, hysteria, heart disease, cancer. I've even been accused of using magic. The only thing I lack is a degree to make me the happiest physician living.

Albert
Your clothes are not those of a physician.

Scratch Clothes don't make the science. And if I were not reduced to be a valet, and if I had not had a fight with the squire of my parish— (mysteriously) But, one day you will see innocence triumph.

Albert
You say you have—?

Scratch See the slander! One day, finding myself on a long journey, traveling third class, and twilight falling—I saw a certain coach stuck in the mud in a ditch, and a man in need of help. So I approached. And, to ease the weight which oppressed him (the coach was on top of him), I removed the packages he was carrying. The chief of police got mixed up in it, and held me responsible for the lost packages—for an act of charity! That's why my friends advised me to leave the country.

Albert
Always prudent, in cases like that.

Scratch I went to the wars, where I accomplished miracles. The Ardennes saw me withstand enemy fire. And, battling one day against the enemy, one day all by myself—at Milan—I almost paid with my life. Do you know, sir, I was in Cremona?

Albert I believe you. But, after all your famous exploits, what do you want from me?

Scratch
What do I want?

Albert (peremptorily)
Yes.

Scratch Nothing. I believe one doesn't have to have any special reason to take a walk, and doing so offends nobody.

Albert
Yes, but don't stay too long. Your servant, sir.

Scratch Servant! Before leaving, tell me, if you please, sire, to whom does this country house belong?

Albert
It belongs to its owner.

Scratch Oh, to be sure. You answer so cleverly, that one cannot abandon your conversation easily. We ought to go to the village together to find a place to stay. We'll be there soon.

Albert
If you hurry.

Scratch (aside) This chap doesn't like conversation and answers my questions with a single word. (aloud) I will leave after asking the time.

Albert Your question is funny. You think I'm here like the dial on a clock to display the time to passersby. Go learn it elsewhere. Don't weigh down my ear any longer. Your appearance tires me as much as your conversation. Goodbye. Good day!

(Exit Albert.)

Scratch (alone) This fellow has quite the aspect of a bear. My word, this beginning bewilders me. The old man appears to me to be a bit subject to anger. To bring everything to fruition we may have to fight. So much the better—that's where I shine, and I love to fence. But, I see my master, Mr. Worthy.

(Enter Worthy.)

Worthy Well, Scratch, what news? Dear Scratch, did you see the beauty in these parts? Have you seen the tutor and do you see some ray of hope for my love someday?

Scratch To tell you the truth, it wasn't worth the trouble to race here breathlessly from Milan. You could have spared me the trouble of coming. Oh, that battle on Mount Cenis was no joke. Do you remember how maliciously my cursed mule threw me in a ravine, and I was almost a quarter of an hour rolling to the bottom?

Worthy
Don't jest. Speak in a different way.

Scratch As you wish, a clearer phrase. I will tell you, sir, that I have seen the jealous one—who received me in a manner that makes a cold wind seem mild. We'll need a cannon to take the place.

Worthy We'll come in the end to what he said and what he did. I won't leave these parts until I am in possession of the object of my vows. Love will vanquish the resistance of this brute.

Scratch
If we had some money for expenses, I'd have hope enough for success.
Money is the sinew of love as well as war.

Worthy Don't worry. Arabella has thirty thousand crowns when she marries. If she had nothing, I would still love her a hundred times better than a rich girl with money enough to turn your head. From her earliest years, raised by my mother, her image has been graven in my heart and nothing can efface it. Our two hearts, which seem made for each other, first tasted this happy news just before my mother died. Because of this disaster, Albert, this old jealous fool that hell should confound—separated her from me, with the consent of Arabella's relatives. I didn't know him, and she, I believe, like me, had never heard of his name. People told me that he was a very troubled spirit— defiant, hard, brutal.

Scratch They told you right. We must learn, first off, if we can introduce ourselves into this fortress by cleverness or must use force—whether it is better to make an open siege or form plans for a blockade.

Worthy
You always employ military terms. You've been to the wars.

Scratch In all affairs, the mind must always be used before resorting to brute force. Today's not the first time I've seen combat. I deserted twice from the militia. When one intends, you see, for a siege to succeed, one must prevent anything from entering, know the surroundings, learn its weaknesses and its strengths. When one is well informed about what's happening, one digs a trench, bombards the place, overthrows a rampart—makes a breach—advances in good order—and gives the assault. One strangles, massacres, kills, steals, and pillages. It's almost the same when one takes a young woman. Right, sir?

Worthy
In this matter, Jenny, the maid, is in our interests.

Scratch So much the better. The more intelligence one has of the city, the more hope one has of success. One must take it noiselessly—without drums. All night help comes. Make her signals, so she'll understand.

Worthy Come, let's discover ways to take it. And, so as not to arouse suspicions, let's avoid remaining around here too long.

Scratch As chief engineer and master of artillery, I am going to see where I ought to place my batteries—to punch a hole in Albert and oblige him to surrender the place quickly or withstand our assault.

CURTAIN

ACT II.

Scene: Same as Act I, later that day.

Albert (alone) A secret confided—said an excellent man who's name and country, I am ignorant of—is the thing which ought to be most carefully watched— and in these times, the most difficult to protect. Now, while I don't wish to argue with this facile philosopher, guarding a young girl is much more difficult. I made the locksmith enter through the garden—he must be promptly employed in my plan. I intend to make Arabella and Jenny go out—from fear this would move their hearts and overwhelm them. I've got to call them, so that the workman can act at leisure. When I've satisfied my prudence in this matter—they will have to resolve to be patient. Hola! Someone! Come under these thick trees and take the air with me for several minutes.

(Enter Jenny and Arabella.)

Jenny Here's unseasonable fruit. What favorable demon causes you to greet her so softly and your humor to be so tractable? By your astonishing command, we can go out today for the first time in six months.

Albert We have to change places sometimes. Sometimes, in life, the most charming resort bores us.

Arabella
If I'm with you, regardless of the climate, the air will be no softer
or better for me. I don't know why, but now I sigh when I am near you;
I cannot breathe.

Albert My heart swoons with pleasure at such talk. You need a husband to calm these sighs.

Arabella Girls dissimulate often enough, and pretend to scruples at the name of a husband, masking their true desires, often saying they love no one except the convent. As for me, the power of truth presses me and I can find in it neither crime nor weakness. I have a sincere heart, and I tell you, without pretence, that I want to be married, and sooner than later.

Jenny Well said. What's the use, in the spring of youth, to wish to escape the yoke of marriage, and to leave the number of the living? There were husbands long before convents, and I hold the role of spouse is the most ancient, and the most currently fashionable and used—and the most to be followed in all methods. That's what I say!

Albert You both speak in the same spirit—and my views conform to yours. I intend to marry. Rich as I am—they're always proposing a suitable and advantageous match for me—but I always reply that another love holds me, and that my heart prepossessed by your rare beauty sighs for you alone, and that on your side, you adore only me.

Arabella
How's that?

Albert
Yes, sweety, I have declared the love which possesses me for you.

Arabella
What did you say, if you please?

Albert That, at the bottom of your heart, you nourish a sincere passion for me.

Arabella
Where's your discretion, truly?

Albert
Beautiful Arabella, one cannot be happy and remain silent.

Arabella
You ought not to make such an avowal, and so loud.

Albert
And why not, my child?

Arabella (waspishly)
Because nothing is more false, and one cannot lie with more impudence.

Albert
Then, you don't love me?

Arabella (sweetly)
No, but in recompense, I hate you unto death.

Albert (surprised)
For what?

Arabella Who knows why? One loves without reason, and without reason, one hates.

Jenny
If the admission is not tender, at least it is sincere.

Albert
After what I have done, basilisk, to please you!

Jenny Don't get carried away! Observe tranquilly if love has made you a charming object. Your features are worn away—hers are loveable and fresh. She has a well made wit and you a crabbed temper. She's not sixteen, and you are very old. She bears herself well, and you walk with a cane. She has all her teeth, which makes her pretty, and you have only one. Still, she excites you—and you ought to be carried off at the first cough to whatever misfortune down there would please you.

Albert I've taken useless trouble to please her. I will therefore merit her hate, by God. And to secure her dangerous charms, I am going to lead her to a place far from fops, where by her arrogance, she will have leisure to be penitent. Come quickly, let's go.

Arabella
Where are you going?

Albert
You will know soon enough. March on—no talking. (perceiving Worthy,
who has just entered) What an irritating turn of events at this time.
To the devil with him and his stupid face.

(Worthy, who was entering like someone out for a stroll, sees Albert and greets him. Scratch enters behind Worthy.)

Albert
Sir, do you wish something from me?

Jenny (low, to Arabella)
It's Worthy.

Arabella (low)
Peace! I see him more clearly than you.

(Worthy continues to bow to Albert.)

Albert Sir, what's the use of these fine manners? Speak, I am tired of bowing and scraping.

Worthy A stranger in these parts, and pleased to see you. In paying you my respects, I fulfill my duty. My coach is broken down near your mansion, and after having done my best to repair it, I came to breathe the delicious air—attracted by the—freshness.

Albert You deceive yourself, sir. The air around here is decidedly bad for your health. I owe it to myself to tell you that you will become very ill if you stay here for a long time. It is dangerous and mortal to wayfarers.

Arabella Alas, nothing is more true. Since I've breathed this air, I languish night and day in a cruel martyrdom.

Scratch Just give me the same wine as our innkeeper broke open today, and I will stand my ground defying fever, apoplexy, and a hundred years of age to the end of my life.

Worthy (to Arabella) It's hard to believe that with so much beauty, and such air, that you're not healthy.

Albert
Whether she looks well or ill, find another place to take the air.

Worthy This object—that heaven has taken care in making—this view where my eye is pleased to rest, enchants my sight—and never has nature displayed her attentions with so much finery. My heart is in love with what it sees here.

Albert Yes, the country is beautiful. Everybody says so, but you'll spend the end of your day better elsewhere. By now, your coach must be fixed. There's no need for your presence here. Leave, you ought to be gone already.

Worthy
I will leave momentarily. Tell me, I beg you—

Albert Since you chatter so emotionally, I am going to listen to you attentively. (to Jenny and Arabella) Go in, go in.

Jenny
Sir—

Albert
Eh! Go in, I tell you.

Worthy I'd rather retire than be the cause of Madame suffering the least inconvenience on my account.

Arabella No, sir, stay till tomorrow. Postpone going on your way, and we will put you in good company. The roads are unlucky and filthy.

Albert
So much ceremony! Come, quickly—go in.

Jenny Yes, yes, I'm going in. But, before these gentlemen, I tell you plainly to stop the humiliations you impose on us. We haven't seen even the shadow of a hat for six months in this new fangled cloister. Any man who comes around here is interdicted. Everything in this house is subject to inspection. Sometimes we think the world has come to an end. No one comes her except they be of the female sex. Judge if a girl in this situation has cause to complain.

Albert (putting his hand over her mouth and forcing her inside)
Ah, I will tear out your viper's tongue.

(Exit Jenny and Arabella.)

Albert (aside) I don't want to go back in so soon. Their complaints and their tears might move me, perhaps. (aloud) What's the problem? Speak! But, above all, be brief.

Worthy I am truly annoyed that, on account of me, your daughter has received such unworthy treatment.

Albert
What do you mean, my daughter?

Worthy
Is she your wife then?

Albert
She soon will be.

Worthy My soul is ravished. You couldn't form a better plan. And you do well to get that viper in hand. All husbands ought to do as you do. Women today are such coquettes.

Albert
I intend to rule the roost, and not follow the manners of these times.

Scratch Oh, may you do better! I am so crazy about women and I am delighted when good souls make use of a little authority from time to time.

Albert (aside)
This boy pleases me; he speaks sensibly.

Worthy As for me, I see nothing blamable. For a man, without ever being bothered by suspicions, to be lulled by the promise of a woman, to count tranquilly on her frail virtue—believing that God has made a woman faithful—for him alone—is to be a fool. It's necessary to be watchful at all times. When she scolds, cry louder still—and despite all the precautions which love causes a man to take—the more refined he is—the bigger the dupe.

Albert We are a little devious about these matters—which could easily trap me. Each day I invent some crafty way of defeating their trickery and finesse. My word, you'd be wasting your time. Gentlemen, the defenders of women, debonair husbands, soft courtiers, powdered blondes—and all those who are searching the town for a woman whose husband gives them easy access—tell everybody I'm a brute, a jealous husband. In the depth of my heart, I laugh at them.

Worthy Because you are jealous, does that mean you are prevented from having a tender and sensitive heart? Without being a little jealous one cannot be a lover. They say a jealous man who quarrels without cease is more a tyrant than a lover to a beautiful woman. Ceaselessly, agitated by fury or boredom, he takes pleasure in the malady of another. Insupportable to all, odious to himself, everybody to deceive him pretends to be extremely pleased, but wishes that it was permitted to smother him like a raging monster escaped from hell.—That's the way one ordinarily speaks in the world. But, for me, I take the contrary position, and say that it's a gallant man who shows so much love through his jealous transports and sees himself come to life when yielding to his penchant. In life, one spices up love with a little jealousy.

Albert Decidedly, you charm me with your wit, sir. I wish it were all written down to explain to sots who blame my manner.

Scratch Let us go in, sir. There, to satisfy you, I will write it all down without charge.

Albert (stopping him) I am much obliged to you—I will remember it well. I believe you have nothing more to say to me. There's your road, sir, good day. I retire. May heaven maintain you in these fine sentiments and not leave you in these parts for very long.

(Enter Jenny.)

Jenny Help, neighbors! What a terrible accident. What a sad adventure. Ah, heaven, is it possible? The poor Squire Albert—what will become of you? The blow is mortal. I cannot recall it.

Albert
What's happened?

Jenny
The most terrible disgrace.

Albert
But still, it's better to know what has happened.

Jenny
Arabella—

Worthy
Well, Arabella—?

Jenny
In this instant—quite suddenly—Arabella has gone mad.

Albert
Arabella is crazy?

Worthy
Ah, heaven.

Albert
This is unbelievable.

Jenny Ah, sir, this misfortune is only too true. When, by your express order, she had vowed to knit, this cursed locksmith came to irritate us. So she vowed that these bars and grills to which the locksmith condemns the window— At the same time, I swear her eyes rolled and her suddenly stricken spirit evaporated. She talks extravagantly. She runs, she creeps, she sings, she dances—she dresses, then she changes her clothes suddenly—with whatever happens to be at hand, just now, from your wardrobe, she took your large robe and skull-cap. Then, taking her guitar, she sings different tunes in strange jargon. In fact, she's a hundred times worse than I was able to explain. One can't help crying—and laughing, too.

Worthy
What do I hear? Just heaven.

Albert
What a deadly misfortune.

Jenny (to Albert, accusingly) You are the sole author of this sad misfortune. That's what comes of shutting a wench up.

Albert
Cursed precaution and unfortunate bars.

Jenny I intended to shut her in her chamber for a moment. It caused howlings hard to describe. She battered the wall with her head from rage. I said to open everything. No one can stop her. But, I see her coming. Alas, she changes her manner and dress every moment.

(Enter Arabella, dressed as Scaramouche with a guitar.)

Arabella (singing)
All night long,
A mean old tomcat
Sits watching me on the sly.
Oh, he's crazy.
Couldn't he just
Be made to break his neck?

Worthy
In spite of her illness, Scratch—what a—!

Scratch
I love her more this way than another who is quite sane.

Arabella (singing) Couldn't he just Be made to break his neck? (speaking) You're in the same line of work? Musicians, listen: I am as you, a musician. Vain, very spoiled—but I work for very little money. A child of do, re, me, fa,—and so on. I'm irritated. From one part of the world to the other, they speak of my talent. In a certain duo which I find excellent—'cause it's mine. I wish you'd both tell me frankly what you think of it.

Albert (alarmed)
Ah, my dear Jenny! She's lost her reason.

Jenny
Who knows better than I? Didn't I tell you so, didn't I tell you that?

(Arabella sings a little prelude.)

Scratch
I like that, sir. Her madness is a little racy.

Albert (concerned)
Her eyes are troubled, and her face is haggard.

Arabella (presenting her hand to Albert, then roughly pulling it away, while letting Worthy kiss the other) I love artists! Touch it! Touch it! The tune you will hear is in A minor. It's my favorite. Music is lively, bizarre, petulant, and very enjoyable. The movement is light, new, quick and forceful. It sent me looking, a few days ago to soothe the melancholy humor of a man confined to bed with paralysis for whom I sang a certain dance. Three wise doctors came to his house, the nurse, the patient, and an old apothecary who came to exercise his grave ministry without respect for his profession took me by the hand and danced till dawn.

Scratch (having conceived the idea for Worthy to grab Arabella's hand
and dance off with her)
Behold a faculty to dance in the round and exit this street all in
step. That'd be nice, sir.

Worthy
What, wretch, you can laugh, seeing her in this frightful disorder?

Arabella Wait, soft—my musical demon disturbs me, seizes me; I dithyramb. The hairs on my head stand up in horror. Don't bother the God that puts me in this fury. I feel that my excitement will reveal itself in tones. (tossing about and spitting in Albert's face) Pouah! I had a deity in my throat, or rather in the duo which is in question. You will see excitement best—and passion. I succeed better in the one and the other. Here's your part—and you, yours. (giving a paper with music to Albert and a letter to Worthy, then tosses about and prepares to sing)

Scratch
Let's stand back a bit. I'm afraid of the gods.

Jenny
We'll soon be having a fine chivaree.

Albert Arabella, my child, your error is extreme. I am Squire Albert, who cherishes you, who loves you—

Arabella
My God, you're going to sing!

Albert
Oh, very well. I will sing, and if it's your wish, I will dance, too.

Worthy (opening his paper)
A letter, Scratch.

Scratch
Ah heaven, what an adventure. The music maestro learns the scale.

Arabella There, mark your time—to take part, you start there. Quickly, come on—one, two, three. (beating time on Albert's head and stamping her feet angrily) Go, go, barbaric musician. Ignorant by nature. Leave off baaing. What raucous frog in the midst of his weedy pond gave you your first singing lesson? Do you give a concert or are you braying or croaking?

Albert I told you already, with no intent to annoy, I do not have the honor to be a musician.

Arabella Why then, stupid know-nothing, do you come to interrupt a concert when your very presence causes a bad turn of events and discord? Did one ever see a donkey try to play clarinet and mix his songs with those of the tender nightingale? Never did a black crow of ill omen trouble the strains of an agreeable warbler—and never in the woods did a sinister owl sing in concert. You are nothing but a sot and never will be anything else in your whole life.

Scratch
My master will sing his part nicely. I am his guarantee.

Arabella >From this night forth, he must demonstrate his knowledge in a serenade. He must make song, quick, lively, and tender—which will carry me off!

Jenny (to Scratch)
Do you understand?

Scratch
I begin to understand. It's what they call a fugue.

Arabella
Right.

Scratch A fugue—in music is a powerful morsel which costs a lot. (aside) We don't have much—

Arabella
We will take care of that. Let nothing else concern you.

Worthy You will see I am a good performer. And I know how to sing like an open book.

Arabella (leaving, singing)
An old tomcat—

Albert Jenny, follow her—see if it is possible to find some remedy for this terrible misfortune.

Jenny My poor mistress! Ah, my heart is so overcome. I believe that I am going to become mad, too.

(Arabella exits, followed by Jenny and Albert.)

Worthy (standing aside, opening the letter) They've gone in. Let's read. "You will be surprised by the part I am taking, but the slavery in which I find myself becomes harder each day, and I believe it permits me to dare anything. You, on your part, try to deliver me from the tyranny of a man I hate as much as I love you." What do you say, I beg you, about all you've seen of this madness?

Scratch I admire the resources of feminine wit when it is ignited by the imp of love.

Worthy Scratch, this night, without more delay, we must devise some brilliant scheme which will allow us to free her from such a hard yoke.

Scratch
You intend to carry her off?

Worthy
That would be the quickest and safest way.

Scratch
Agreed. But, doing you a good turn, I fear that—

Worthy
What do you fear?

Scratch
Justice. The law.

Worthy
We've got to marry her.

Scratch
That's understood. You will be married, and I will be hanged.

Worthy
I've got an idea for a plan—you know Lovelace?

Scratch
Certainly.

Worthy We can take refuge with such a friend. His country house is not far off. It's with Lovelace, that I intend to choose an exile in leaving these parts. There, braving the scorn and rage of the jealous would-be husband—we will prepare, in this place, and we will manage to marry, and make love—

(Enter Albert.)

Albert Oh, sir, forgive the boredom which possesses me; I came back to find some remedy. This is your man?

Worthy
Yes, he is.

Albert
Please tell him to employ himself in aiding me today.

Worthy
And what can he do for you? Speak!

Albert He deigned, earlier, to inform me of his medical knowledge. He has a thousand secret cures for many illnesses. Perhaps, he has one for weak-mindedness?

Scratch Yes, yes, I have more than one—of those salutary effects. But you treated me in a manner, rather—

Albert
Ah, sir—

Scratch
To refuse to give a chap the time of day—

Albert
Forgive my error.

Scratch
Nowhere in my life did anyone ever treat me so—not even in Barbary.

Albert (piteously) Oh, can you see a thing, so charming, put an end to her days, without giving aid? (to Worthy) Sir, speak for me.

Worthy Scratch, I beg you, try to cure the evil this pretty lady is suffering from.

Scratch For you, once again, I sacrifice my resentment. Yes, I will cure her— and radically.

Albert
What—you can—?

Scratch Go in. I am going to search my book for the most appropriate cure. You will soon see me in operation.

Albert I cannot express my feeling of obligation. May it be more safe than my fortune or my life.

(Exit Albert.)

Scratch
Go, I know nothing, and she won't be cured.

Worthy What made you say that? What happy fate made you become a physician in his eyes?

Scratch Word of honor, I know nothing about it. What I can tell you, is that as soon as I saw him, after he intercepted me, to disguise my plan and hide myself the better, I told him I was looking for some medicinal herbs hereabouts, and that I had admirable secret cures for all sorts of ills, and, in short, could cure, the incurable. And that's exactly how he made his mistake.

Worth We must profit by it now. In my heart, I feel the rebirth of hope and joy. Come, let's consider—and see by what means we can succeed in our noble project and bring forth your brilliant medicinal art and secret remedies.

Scratch Me? I'm ready for anything. But, it's useless to undertake a project without the first ingredient. We have no money. Who will give us any?

Worthy (showing the letter)
Love will provide for us.

Scratch Love will provide it? It seems as though billet douxs have become bills of exchanges. Strange.

CURTAIN

ACT III.

Scene: Same as Act II, later that day towards dusk.

(Enter Worthy.)

Worthy I keep returning and going over all I intend to do. How can a witty girl, so reasonable and sensible, when love seizes her, be able to display her genius and her passion at the very same time? For my part, I owe it all the consideration love can think of. Scratch is prepared for all he must do. Some help with money will be necessary for us.

(Enter Albert.)

Albert I cannot stay in this place a single moment. I come, I go, I run about. Everything increases my torment. Near her, my wit is troubled like hers. Her access of madness redoubles every moment. (seeing Worthy) Ah, sir, am I sufficiently numbered amongst those who are considered your friends that I can rely on the aid you have promised me? Will this man who boasted to me of his talents use his experience? In the state I am in, I ought to consent to anything: when one loves completely one takes all risks.

Worthy I take it as a pleasure to do you this good turn. At all times one ought to do good deeds. Today's patient made me pity her too much for me not to show you signs of friendship. The man in question will be here soon. I wanted to test him and understand his knowledge of this malady. But he spoke to me in terms so precise, explaining to me the cause and effect, that in all truth, I believe he knows more than anyone else.