Three Dramas by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (classic books for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕
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us all at your feet.
The General (with decision). The accession of a new king just now would be universally considered a national calamity. I will wager my life on that!
Bang. And I too!
The King. My excellent friends--you must take the consequences of your actions!
The Mayor (despairingly). But _this_! Who ever imagined such a thing?
The General and Bang. No one--no one!
The King. So much the worse. What is it you are asking me to do? To stay where I am, so as to keep another man down? Is that work for a man? Shame!
The Mayor (in distress). We ask more than that! Your Majesty is making a fatal mistake! The whole of your Majesty's dissatisfaction springs from the fact that you believe yourself to be deserted by your people because the elections are going contrary to what your Majesty had hoped. Nothing is further from the truth! The people fight shy of revolutionary ideas; but they love their King!
Bang. They love their King!
The King. And that white dove, who came confidently to my hand--she had some experience of what their love was!
The Mayor. The King's associates may displease the people; ideas may alter; but love for their King endures!
The Others. Endures!
The King. Cease! Cease!
The General (warmly). Your Majesty may command us to do anything except refrain from giving utterance to a free people's freely offered homage of devotion, loyalty, and love for its royal house!
The Mayor (emotionally). There is no one who would not give his life for his King!
Bang, The General, and The Priest. No one!
The General. Try us! (They all press forward.)
The King. Done with you! (Takes a revolver from his pocket.) Since yesterday I have carried this little thing in my pocket. (They all look alarmed.)
The Priest. Merciful heavens!
The King (holding out the revolver to him). Will you die for me? If so, I will continue to be King.
The Priest. I? What does your Majesty mean? It would be a great sin!
The King. You love me, I suppose?
All (desperately). Yes, your Majesty!
The King. Those who love, believe. Therefore, believe me when I say this: If there is a single one of you who, without thinking twice about it, will die for his King now--here--at once--then I shall consider that as a command laid upon me to go on living and working.
The Mayor (in a terrified whisper). He is insane!
The General (whispers). Yes!
The King. I can hear you!--But I suppose you love your King, even if he is insane?
All (in agitated tones). Yes, your Majesty!
The King. Majesty, majesty! There is only One who has any majesty about Him--certainly not a madman! But if I have been driven mad by the lies that surround me, it would be a holy deed to make me sound again. You said you would die for me. Redeem your words! That will make me well again!--You, General?
The General. My beloved King, it would be--as our reverend friend so aptly put it--a most dreadful sin.
The King. You have let slip a splendid opportunity for showing your heroism.--You ought to have seen that I was only putting you to the test!--Good-bye! (Goes into the room on the left.)
The General. Absolutely insane!
The Others. Absolutely.
The Mayor. Such great abilities, too! What might not have been made of him!
Bang. The pity of it!
The Priest. I got so alarmed.
Bang. So did I! (A loud pistol-shot is heard.)
The Priest. Another shot? (A pitiful woman's cry is heard from the other room.)
The Mayor. What on earth was that?
Bang. I daren't think!
The Priest. Nor I! (An old woman rushes out of the room on the left, calling out: "Help!--Help!--The King!" and hurries out at the back, calling: "The King! Help, help!" The GENERAL and the MAYOR rush into the other room. Voices are heard outside asking: "The King?--Was it the King?" The confusion and uproar grows. In the midst of it ANNA comes stumbling out of the other room, her hands stretched out before her, as if she did not know where she was going. The noise and confusion grows louder every minute, and crowds of people come rushing into the room from outside as the Curtain falls.)
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The General (with decision). The accession of a new king just now would be universally considered a national calamity. I will wager my life on that!
Bang. And I too!
The King. My excellent friends--you must take the consequences of your actions!
The Mayor (despairingly). But _this_! Who ever imagined such a thing?
The General and Bang. No one--no one!
The King. So much the worse. What is it you are asking me to do? To stay where I am, so as to keep another man down? Is that work for a man? Shame!
The Mayor (in distress). We ask more than that! Your Majesty is making a fatal mistake! The whole of your Majesty's dissatisfaction springs from the fact that you believe yourself to be deserted by your people because the elections are going contrary to what your Majesty had hoped. Nothing is further from the truth! The people fight shy of revolutionary ideas; but they love their King!
Bang. They love their King!
The King. And that white dove, who came confidently to my hand--she had some experience of what their love was!
The Mayor. The King's associates may displease the people; ideas may alter; but love for their King endures!
The Others. Endures!
The King. Cease! Cease!
The General (warmly). Your Majesty may command us to do anything except refrain from giving utterance to a free people's freely offered homage of devotion, loyalty, and love for its royal house!
The Mayor (emotionally). There is no one who would not give his life for his King!
Bang, The General, and The Priest. No one!
The General. Try us! (They all press forward.)
The King. Done with you! (Takes a revolver from his pocket.) Since yesterday I have carried this little thing in my pocket. (They all look alarmed.)
The Priest. Merciful heavens!
The King (holding out the revolver to him). Will you die for me? If so, I will continue to be King.
The Priest. I? What does your Majesty mean? It would be a great sin!
The King. You love me, I suppose?
All (desperately). Yes, your Majesty!
The King. Those who love, believe. Therefore, believe me when I say this: If there is a single one of you who, without thinking twice about it, will die for his King now--here--at once--then I shall consider that as a command laid upon me to go on living and working.
The Mayor (in a terrified whisper). He is insane!
The General (whispers). Yes!
The King. I can hear you!--But I suppose you love your King, even if he is insane?
All (in agitated tones). Yes, your Majesty!
The King. Majesty, majesty! There is only One who has any majesty about Him--certainly not a madman! But if I have been driven mad by the lies that surround me, it would be a holy deed to make me sound again. You said you would die for me. Redeem your words! That will make me well again!--You, General?
The General. My beloved King, it would be--as our reverend friend so aptly put it--a most dreadful sin.
The King. You have let slip a splendid opportunity for showing your heroism.--You ought to have seen that I was only putting you to the test!--Good-bye! (Goes into the room on the left.)
The General. Absolutely insane!
The Others. Absolutely.
The Mayor. Such great abilities, too! What might not have been made of him!
Bang. The pity of it!
The Priest. I got so alarmed.
Bang. So did I! (A loud pistol-shot is heard.)
The Priest. Another shot? (A pitiful woman's cry is heard from the other room.)
The Mayor. What on earth was that?
Bang. I daren't think!
The Priest. Nor I! (An old woman rushes out of the room on the left, calling out: "Help!--Help!--The King!" and hurries out at the back, calling: "The King! Help, help!" The GENERAL and the MAYOR rush into the other room. Voices are heard outside asking: "The King?--Was it the King?" The confusion and uproar grows. In the midst of it ANNA comes stumbling out of the other room, her hands stretched out before her, as if she did not know where she was going. The noise and confusion grows louder every minute, and crowds of people come rushing into the room from outside as the Curtain falls.)
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