Acropolis: The Wawel Plays by Stanisław Wyspiański
Author:Stanisław Wyspiański [Wyspiański, Stanisław]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Glagoslav Publications
ACT IV
(Act II of BolesÅaw the Bold)
SCENE 1.
KING.
Bring forth my chest.
The one that rests
Beneath the royal bed.
Therein, my crown
Of gold torques wound,
Blue sapphires, rubies red.
Sceptre and apple too, it holds,
As well as shirts of cloth of gold,
Gold buttons, golden clasps.
Sandals, with pearls shining white,
My cloak with pearls embroidered bright,
Locked safe, with iron hasps.
The chamber-men dress the King in his ceremonial robes.
Ha, ha! Your tongue is hanging out!
It would be nice to be tricked out
In rags like these? The hour may come
When weâll change stationsâ¦
Patience, patience!
You know Iâve got an only son â
Sometimes, does it pass through your head,
âWhat if both King and Prince were dead?â
Slit, poisoned or smothered?
What says old bishop StanisÅaw?
What says the Czech king Vratislav?
What say you, my dear brother?
PEASANT.
This crate is a damned heavy thing
For two poor arms to lug around!
Why put on all these baubles, king?
The weight of gold will weigh you down.
Who cares for jewels anyway?
Youâre king. Thatâs bright enough, Iâd say.
KING.
And what do you say there, who sighs,
With labour, rolling round your eyes?
Stooped and shuffling, bent and sagged?
By gold-envy are you stung?
Speak! Or has the cat got your tongue?
Take all youâll carry. Fill your bag.
SERVANT 2
Throws himself into the chamber with a bag.
PEASANT.
Look at the fool, rejoicing, weeping!
He canât believe his blessed fortune!
All he can carry, his for keeping,
Measuring his golden portion!
Now the bag is bursting full
And still he packs it, still he drools,
His greedy eyes are shining bright.
Now comes the time to bind it tight
And lift it up â he strains and strains
But canât lift it, for all his pains.
He groans, he grunts, he skips around â
The golden dream has weighed him down.
SERVANT 2.
O the ill fortune, O the weight!
Iâve overreached, sad is my fate!
My back is broke; Iâm done for, dead!
Sire! Tear the eyes out of my head!
I cannot look â the gold, bright, burning!
I canât look on â Iâll die of yearning!
KING
Helps him to lift the bag, only to drop it on him,
Crushing him beneath its weight.
SERVANT 2
Dies.
KING.
Drag out this garbage. Sink them both
Deep in the water. You canât sayI wasnât generous. He pled
A salary, and took his pay.
Heâll sleep now in the bed he made.
Drag it out; dump it in the moat.
SCENE 2.
SIECIECH
At the Kingâs side.
The Bishop is at prayer.
He fills the church with plaintive moans.
It seems heâs coming here, with men.
KING.
So, let him come here with his men.
Let him come with cross pectoral,
Let him lead his monks in choral
Wailing before the black crucifix.
Let him light the death-bed tallow:
Still heâs but a wretched fellow.
Let him bless his cup and his bread:
Still Iâll see him bow his head.
SIECIECH.
Heâs coming here, it seems, in song â
Crow-like, croaking doomful words.
In your chapel he means to pray.
KING.
And you â have you no more your swords?
None of you know what role to play
When this priest comes to do us wrong
With curse and interdict? Come, up!
Or are you bold but in your cups?
A priest draws close, you cover your eyes!
SIECIECH.
Your horse is ready, sire. Todayâs
A good day for a hunt. Why wait
Upon the Bishop? Why remain
To
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