…MORN:Dancing? There is no room to, Ella.LADY:My name is not Ella …MORN:I am mistaken …so … I’ve remembered … I was saying there isno room to dance here. But in the palace,perhaps I will host a ball—an enormous one,by candlelight, yes, by candlelight,to the magnificent hum of an organ …LADY:The King … the King is laughing at me.MORN:I am happy! … And if I’m pale, it is from happiness! …The bandage … it is too tight … Edmin, tell …no, do it yourself … fix it … like that …good …GREY-HAIRED GUEST:Perhaps the King is tired? Perhapsthe guests should …MORN:Oh, how alike he is! …Look, Edmin—how alike! … No, I am not tired.Have you been away from the city long?GREY-HAIRED GUEST:My sovereign, I was driven out by a storm:the mob, having shied away from you,accidentally pushed into me, almost crushingmy soul. I fled. Since then I have thoughtand wandered. Now I will return, blessingmy sorrowful exile for the sweetness of return …But in wine there are bees’ wings; and in joy,for me, there is a grief translucent: my oldhouse, where since childhood I have lived,my house is burned …EDMIN:But the nation has been saved!GREY-HAIRED GUEST:How can I explain?
What do You think about The Tragedy Of Mister Morn?
