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Three Major Plays

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by Lope de Vega


  Myself, I try to speak, I have

  To stop, because the gulf that separates

  The spirit from the tongue is just

  As great as that which commonly

  Divides the earth from heaven. Leave me if 260

  You wish, Batín. I'm best alone.

  The feelings I now have, no man

  Would wish to call his own.

  -210-

  Enter CASANDRAand AURORA.

  CASANDRA. You weep for that?

  AURORA. You think it strange,

  My lady, when the man I love 265

  Despises me? He says I love

  The Marquis of Gonzaga. Carlos, me!

  He cannot tell me why or when,

  But just accuses me of that. Oh, I

  Know why. This marriage has upset 270

  Him so, that even though I was

  The very light that shone on him,

  He cannot stand the sight of anything

  That now reminds him of what was,

  And eyes that he once loved are now 275

  To be despised. There was a time

  When each new dawn saw Federico come

  In search of that still brighter dawn*

  He'd learned to call his own. Was there

  A garden or a fountain then 280

  That did not hear sweet words of love?

  Could not these lips, this brow compete

  With jasmine or some perfect flower?

  And when we said goodbye to one

  Another, was there a moment he 285

  Enjoyed away from me, an instant he'd

  Describe as moderately happy?

  The truth is that the love we felt

  Was purified within the crucible

  Of long familiarity, 290

  Two souls that God had given us

  Made one. But now that love that seemed

  To have been born with us is broken by

  Deceit, its knot most cruelly undone

  By Federico's sense of loss 295

  And failed ambition.

  CASANDRA. It grieves me to have been

  The cause of it, and yet it may

  -211-

  Not be too late, perhaps, to speak

  To him, assuming anyone

  Can ever counter jealousy 300

  With cool and calculated reason.

  AURORA. You really think the Count is jealous?

  CASANDRA. The Duke thinks, of the Marquis.

  AURORA. I,

  My lady, am convinced the cause

  Is neither jealousy nor love, 305

  But something else.

  [Exit AURORA

  CASANDRA. Federico.

  FEDERICO. My lady, let me kiss your hand

  And always be your humble slave.

  CASANDRA. I will not have you kneel to me

  Like this. If you persist, I'll have 310

  To make you duke to my duchess.*

  FEDERICO. If you refuse, you harm my love,

  I must insist.

  CASANDRA. Then I shall offer you

  My arms and help you up. But what

  Is this? Why do you stare at me 315

  And tremble so? You know how much

  I care for you.

  FEDERICO. The truth is that

  My soul dares think you do, informs

  My heart, my heart my face,

  And thus obliges me to stare 320

  At you.

  CASANDRA. Batín, I need to be

  Alone with him.

  BATÍN. Him in a state

  And on his own with her! I think

  -212-

  There's something I can't fathom here.

  [Exit BATÍN

  FEDERICO. If only I could die and not, 325

  In imitation of the Phoenix, be

  Reborn, I could resist the pain

  Of love.

  CASANDRA. Aurora tells me you

  Are jealous, Federico, ever since

  The Marquis came, and having promised you 330

  Would marry her, no longer seem

  To have the same intention. Am

  I, then, to think you underestimate

  Your worth when jealousy and envy are

  Both wise, and draw attention to the faults 335

  Of any rival? The Marquis, as

  You know, is bold enough, but more

  The soldier than the dashing courtier.

  On that account I rather think

  The fact your father's married me 340

  The real cause of this dark mood:

  A deep anxiety that our first-

  Born child may rob you of the lands

  You thought your own; that all the hopes

  You had of one day ruling these 345

  Estates have flown. If that is true,

  And I am thus the cause of this

  Unhappiness, regard me too

  As someone who now puts an end

  To all your sadness. Believe me, there 350

  Will be no brothers. The Duke was forced

  To marry me to satisfy

  The will of others. His nightly sports --

  How else can I describe them? -- let

  Him spend one night with me,* that seemed 355

  To him a century, before

  Those past delights attracted him

  And seemed more fascinating than

  -213-

  Before. Just as a horse breaks free

  When frightened by the sound of some 360

  Great drum, and scatters to the wind

  Those things -- bit, bridle, girth, and rein --

  That otherwise would stop its run,

  So now the Duke, defiantly

  Resisting all the bonds imposed 365

  By marriage, shatters them, and seeks

  Instead immoral women, tarnishing

  My own good name. He rides roughshod

  Upon the honour,* valour, worth

  And well-earned fame of all his ancestors, 370

  And idly spends his days and nights

  In pleasure with the women he

  Procures. If, then, all this is true,

  You can be sure you'll inherit his

  Estates. As for myself, I think 375

  My father may well help me to escape

  When I inform him that the Duke

  Is more a tyrant than a husband,

  And this is more a prison than

  A palace . . . unless my death, of course, 380

  Provides an earlier release.

  FEDERICO. My lady, first of all you scold

  Me like some disobedient child,

  And then begin to weep such tears

  As would reduce the hardest rock 385

  To pure mildness and compassion.

  What is the cause of it? No doubt

  You see me as the son of someone who

  Offends you cruelly. I swear

  I'll never be the son of any man 390

  Who treats you so unfairly. I am

  Amazed, as well, that you should think

  My melancholy thoughts are due

  To either greed or jealousy.

  Who says I need estates to be 395

  The man I am? I can quite easily,

  -214-

  By marrying Aurora, gain them.

  And if I were to take to arms,

  And occupy some wealthy neighbour's lands,

  What would it matter to me then 400

  If from my father's I were banned?

  Oh, no, this sadness does not spring

  From any greed or great ambition,

  Though you may judge from everything

  I say that never was a man 405

  More sad or desperate than I

  Am now, since love first placed those sharp

  And deadly arrows in his bow.

  I die and find no remedy.

  My life is like a burning candle, 410

  Fading slowly. I pray that death

  Will not force me t
o wait until

  The wax has dripped away, but like

  A gust of wind come suddenly,

  Extinguishing the cursed light of day. 415

  CASANDRA. Noble Federico, dry these tears.

  I cannot think that God intended man

  To weep so bitterly; more that he

  Display his bravery. The truth

  Is Nature planned that women, for 420

  The most part, are the ones to weep,

  For though they may be brave, they often lack

  The courage to defend themselves.

  But not so men. There is but one

  Occasion when a man may weep: 425

  Which is when honour has been lost,

  And he is forced to count the cost

  Of its recovery. Oh, how,

  Aurora, could you so abuse

  A man so good, so sweet, so worthy of 430

  Your love, and thus reduce him to

  This state of utter misery?

  FEDERICO. To think Aurora is to blame

  Is quite mistaken.

  -215-

  CASANDRA. Who, then, can

  She be?

  FEDERICO. The very sun itself; 435

  For though Aurora is as perfect as

  The dawn, we see such beauty every day,

  But when we gaze upon the sun,

  We know that it is incomparable

  In every way.

  CASANDRA. Then it is not 440

  Aurora?

  FEDERICO. My thoughts fly higher still.

  CASANDRA. You mean there is a woman you

  Have spoken to, who knows of your love

  For her, and she is still incapable

  Of feeling love for you? I'd say 445

  That such a thing is quite impossible,

  Or else that everything you say

  Is just not true.

  FEDERICO. If only I

  Could tell you how impossible

  It is, you'd say that either I 450

  Am cold and hard as marble, or

  The fact that I am still alive

  Must be regarded as a miracle.

  Consider Phaethon, how he seized

  The golden chariot of the sun; 455

  Or Icarus,* who thought that wax

  And wings would help him overcome

  The challenge of the heavens until,

  His feathers scattered by the wind,

  We saw him plunge straight down into 460

  The sea. Think of Bellerophon,*

  Who rode the winged horse Pegasus,

  And from his vantage-point on high

  Surveyed the world as if it were

  But one more star fixed in the sky. 465

  -216-

  And then the Greek called Sinon,* who,

  No sooner did he place the horse

  Within the walls of Troy, saw men

  Burst forth and in their rage destroy

  The city. Again, bold Jason,* he 470

  Who from the cloth and giant trees

  Of Argos fashioned that great craft

  In which to sail the seas and oceans of

  The world. They all could boast how great

  Was their temerity, but none 475

  Of them could claim to be as foolish or

  As bold as me.

  CASANDRA. It sounds, then, Count,

  As if you are in love with some

  Bronze image, nymph, or alabaster goddess.

  A woman's soul does not disguise 480

  What she in general would willingly

  Confess. The contrary is true:

  Her thoughts so lightly covered by

  A veil that rarely does true love

  Assail her soul but she will prove 485

  Herself both kind and merciful.

  Confess your love to her, whoever she

  May be. Consider Venus, how

  The Greeks portrayed her in the arms

  Of faun and satyr. Consider too 490

  The moon, and how Diana from

  Above came down so many times

  To earth, attracted by Endymion's love.*

  Sweet Count, take my advice. The building that

  Seems strong is often soonest to 495

  Fall down. The passion spoken's far

  Less dangerous than that still hidden.

  FEDERICO. To catch the Indian pelican,

  A hunter thinks the most successful plan's

  To start a fire by his nest. 500

  The bird, perched in a tree, is forced

  To think what it must do to save

  -217-

  Its family, flies down, and in

  An effort to safeguard them,* burns

  Its wings and so, unable to escape, 505

  Becomes the hunter's easy prey.

  And so it is, when you encourage me,

  I burn and yearn the more; when you

  Advise me, I'm confused; when you

  Now urge me on, I am disturbed. 510

  When you would guide me, I am lost;

  When you would free me, I am caught;

  When you persuade me, I am trapped;

  When you would teach me, I'm distraught.

  Such is the danger I now face, 515

  I think that, though eventually we

  Must die, it is a lesser evil if

  I suffer silently what little life

  Is left to me.

  [Exit FEDERICO

  CASANDRA. Of all the things heaven's made on earth, 520

  Imagination causes in

  The minds of men the most confusion.

  It has the power to turn the frost

  To fire, to give material form

  To our desire, and so provoke in us 525

  Both war and peace, both storm and calm.

  It is, in short, that place within

  Men's souls where all our dreams are born,

  And yet the pictures it invents

  Deceive us more than they inform. 530

  At first I saw in Federico's words

  A clear statement of intention,

  But now what seemed so clear then

  Is nothing less than my confusion.

  What storm, attracting to itself 535

  The winds that rush from all directions, can

  Be said to be the equal of

  Those storms that, raging uncontrollably

  In man's imaginations, are

  -218-

  The greatest storms of all? 540

  No sooner do I think I am

  The object of Federico's dreams,

  Than that same thought advises me

  That things aren't always what they seem,

  And then reminds me too that I 545

  Am married now, and therefore must,

  For good or ill, accept my marriage vow.

  The truth is we all dream of things

  Beyond our grasp, and thus are made

  To think achieving them's an easy task. 550

  I seem to see so many things

  That would, if I could grasp them, make

  Me glad, but then the thought I am

  The wife of such a husband drives

  Me mad. The things I thought impossible 555

  Now seem much easier and make

  Me start to think of sweet revenge,

  But simultaneously I see

  My husband's sword stained by my blood,

  His precious honour soon avenged. 560

  Who can deny the fact the Count

  Has many pleasing qualities?

  But none of them so great, I think,

  That it would match the measure of

  My folly if I were to let 565

  Myself become too pleased

  By them. I'll think of this no more.

  Heaven help me banish thoughts that are

  So dangerous, yet so enticing.

  And yet no harm can come from just 570

  Imagining, for if it did,

  Then just to think of tar
nished honour is

  To tarnish it, and this would be

  A world from which unblemished honour had

  Quite vanished. No one can say 575

  Of me that I have so far compromised

  My honour when the most I've done

  Is paint a picture in my mind,

  -219-

  Dictated by imagination.

  They say that God considers it 580

  A sin if we on earth are guilty of

  Imagining the things we want. But what is true of God cannot

  Be true of honour if, as we

  All know, God sees our very thoughts 585

  But honour clearly does not.*

  Enter AURORA.

  AURORA. You've spoken with the Count at length,

  My lady. Did he speak of me?

  CASANDRA. He says he is most grateful for

  Your love. His only wish is that 590

  You do not give him cause for jealousy.

  [Exit CASANDRA

  AURORA. Her words do nothing to dispel

  My fears. How can the man that I

  Adored become so deeply flawed

  By rank ambition that my love 595

  Means less to him than acquisition of

  These lands? But it is also true

  That love is powerful, that neither wealth

  Nor life nor honour can withstand

  Its influence. He loved me once 600

  Undoubtedly, and now that love

  Has been destroyed because he fears

  Casandra's presence here, he thinks

  He can pretend the real cause

  Is jealousy. But two can play 605

  That game, and by pretending love

  For someone else I could perhaps

  Awaken Federico's love for me

  Again. I shall pretend I love

  The Marquis of Gonzaga -- most 610

  Convincingly.

  Enter the MARQUISand RUTILIO.

  -220-

  RUTILIO. How can you hope

  To win her heart? You know it is

  Already given to another.

  MARQUIS. Rutilio, leave me now. Here comes

  Aurora.

  RUTILIO. My lord, I do not think 615

  That you command yourself when you

  Are resolute in this and nothing else.

  MARQUIS. Aurora, lovely as the dawn;*

 

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