the complete plays-第147章
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COLONEL I don't know。
DUKE He seems popular！
COLONEL He does seem popular！
＇The DRAGOONS back up R。； watching the entrance of the Ladies。
BUNTHORNE enters； L。U。E。； followed by the Ladies； two and
two； playing on harps as before。 He is composing a poem；
and is quite absorbed。 He sees no one； but walks across the
stage； followed by the Ladies； who take no notice of the
DRAGOONS to the surprise and indignation of those
officers。＇
＇Bunthorne； the Ladies following； comes slowly down L。 and then
crosses the stage to R。＇
No。 4。 In a doleful train
（Chorus and Solos）
Maidens； Ella； Angela； Saphir； Dragoons； and Bunthorne
MAIDENS In a doleful train
Two and two we walk all day
For we love in vain！
None so sorrowful as they
Who can only sigh and say；
Woe is me； alackaday！
Woe is me； alackaday！
DRAGOONS Now is not this ridiculous； and is not this
preposterous？
A thorough…paced absurdity explain it if you
can。
Instead of rushing eagerly to cherish us and foster us；
They all prefer this melancholy literary man。
Instead of slyly peering at us；
Casting looks endearing at us；
Blushing at us； flushing at us； flirting with a fan；
They're actually sneering at us； fleering at us；
jeering at us！
Pretty sort of treatment for a military man！
They're actually sneering at us； fleering at us；
jeering at us！
Pretty sort of treatment for a military man！
＇Bunthorne； C。＇
ANGELA ＇R。 of BUNTHORNE＇ Mystic poet； hear our prayer；
Twenty love…sick maidens we
Young and wealthy； dark and fair；
All of county family。
And we die for love of thee
Twenty love…sick maidens we！
MAIDENS Yes； we die for love of thee
Twenty love…sick maidens we！
BUNTHORNE ＇crossing to L。＇ Though my book I seem to scan
In a rapt ecstatic way；
Like a literary man
Who despises female clay；
I hear plainly all they say；
Twenty love…sick maidens they！
＇BUNTHORNE crosses to C。＇
DRAGOONS ＇to each other＇ He hears plainly all they say；
Twenty love…sick maidens they！
SAPHIR ＇L。 of BUNTHORNE＇ Though so excellently wise；
For a moment mortal be；
Deign to raise thy purple eyes
From thy heart…drawn poesy。
Twenty lovesick maidens see
Each is kneeling on her knee！
＇All kneel。＇
MAIDENS Twenty love…sick maidens see
Each is kneeling on her knee！
BUNTHORNE ＇going R。＇ Though； as I remarked before；
Any one convinced would be
That some transcendental lore
Is monopolizing me；
Round the corner I can see
Each is kneeling on her knee！
DRAGOONS Round the corner he can see
Each is kneeling on her knee！
Now is not this ridiculous； and is not this preposterous？
A thorough…paced absurdity ridiculous！
preposterous！
Explain it if you can。
MAIDENS DRAGOONS
In a doleful train Now is not this ridiculous；
Two and two we walk all day； and is not this preposterous？
A thorough…paced absurdity
None so sorrowful as they explain it if you can。
For we love in vain！ Instead of rushing eagerly
None so sorrowful as they to cherish us and foster us；
They all prefer this
melancholy literary man。
Who can only sigh and say； Instead of slyly peering at us；
Casting looks endearing at us；
Blushing at us； flushing at us；
Flirting with a fan；
Woe is me； alackaday！ They're actually sneering at us；
fleering at us； jeering at us！
Pretty sort of treatment for
a military man！
Woe is me； alackaday！ They're actually sneering at us；
fleering at us； jeering at us！
Pretty sort of treatment for
a military man！
Twenty love…sick maidens we； Now is not this ridiculous；
and is not this preposterous？
They all prefer this melancholy
literary man。
And we die for love of thee！ Now is not this ridiculous；
and is not this preposterous？
They all prefer this melancholy；
Yes； we die for love of thee！ melancholy literary man。
Now is not this ridiculous；
and is not this preposterous？
COLONEL ＇R。C。＇ Angela！ what is the meaning of this？
ANGELA ＇C。＇ Oh； sir； leave us； our minds are but ill…tuned to
light love…talk。
MAJOR ＇L。C。＇ But what in the world has come over you all？
JANE ＇L。C。＇ Bunthorne！ He has come over us。 He has come among
us； and he has idealized us。
DUKE Has he succeeded in idealizing you？
JANE He has！
DUKE Good old Bunthorne！
JANE My eyes are open； I droop despairingly； I am soulfully
intense； I am limp and I cling！
＇During this BUNTHORNE is seen in all the agonies of composition。
The Ladies are watching him intently as he writhes。 At last
he hits on the word he wants and writes it down。 A general
sense of relief。＇
BUN。 Finished！ At last！ Finished！
＇He staggers； overcome with the mental strain； into the arms of
the COLONEL。＇
COLONEL Are you better now？
BUN。 Yes oh； it's you！ I am better now。 The poem is
finished； and my soul has gone out into it。 That was all。 It
was nothing worth mentioning； it occurs three times a day。
＇Sees PATIENCE； who has entered during this scene。＇
Ah； Patience！ Dear Patience！
＇Holds her hand； she seems frightened。＇
ANGELA Will it please you read it to us； sir？
SAPHIR This we supplicate。 ＇All kneel。＇
BUN。 Shall I？
DRAGOONS No！
BUN。 ＇annoyed to PATIENCE＇ I will read it if you bid me！
PATIENCE ＇much frightened＇ You can if you like！
BUN。 It is a wild； weird； fleshy thing； yet very tender； very
yearning； very precious。 It is called； 〃Oh； Hollow！ Hollow！
Hollow！〃
PATIENCE Is it a hunting song？
BUN。 A hunting song？ No； it is not a hunting song。 It is the
wail of the poet's heart on discovering that everything is
commonplace。 To understand it； cling passionately to one another
and think of faint lilies。
＇They do so as he recites＇
〃OH； HOLLOW！ HOLLOW！ HOLLOW！〃
What time the poet hath hymned
The writhing maid； lithe…limbed；
Quivering on amaranthine asphodel；
How can he paint her woes；
Knowing； as well he knows；
That all can be set right with calomel？
When from the poet's plinth
The amorous colocynth
Yearns for the aloe； faint with rapturous thrills；
How can he hymn their throes
Knowing； as well he knows；
That they are only uncompounded pills？
