The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda. Виктор Мари Гюго

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       Victor Hugo

      The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664594273

       MARY TUDOR

       FIRST DAY

       SECOND DAY

       THIRD DAY

       THIRD DAY

       MARION DE LORME

       ACT I

       ACT II

       ACT III

       ACT IV

       ACT V

       ESMERALDA

       ACT I

       ACT II

       ACT III

       ACT IV

       Table of Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

       Mary, The Queen.

       Jane.

       Gilbert.

       Fabiano Fabiani.

       Simon Renard.

       Joshua Farnaby.

       A Jew.

       Lord Clinton.

       Lord Chandos.

       Lord Montague.

       Master Eneas Dulverton.

       Lord Gardiner.

       A Jailer.

      Lords, Pages, Guards, the Executioner.

      LONDON, 1553.

      MARY TUDOR

       Table of Contents

      A MAN OF THE PEOPLE

      Scene.—Border of the Thames. A deserted strand. An old parapet in ruins, conceals the borders of the water. To the right, a house of mean appearance. At the corner of this house, a statuette of the Virgin, at whose feet burns a wick in an iron lattice. In the background, beyond the Thames, London. Two high buildings are seen—the Tower of London and Westminster. The sun is setting

      SCENE I

      Several men are grouped here and there on the Strand, among whom are Simon Renard, John Bridges, Baron Chandos, Robert Clinton, Anthony Brown, Viscount of Montague

      LORD CHANDOS.

      You are right, my lord, this damned Italian must have bewitched the Queen. She can't exist without him; she lives only for him, finds pleasure only in him, listens only to him. If a day passes without seeing him, her eyes droop as they did when she loved Cardinal Polus, you remember?

      SIMON RENARD.

      She is very much in love, it is true, and, consequently, very jealous.

      LORD CHANDOS.

      The Italian has bewitched her.

      LORD MONTAGUE.

      For a fact, they say that people of his nationality have philters for that purpose.

      LORD CLINTON.

      The Spanish are clever at poisons which kill people, the Italians are clever at poisons which make people fall in love.

      LORD CHANDOS.

      Then Fabiani is Spanish and Italian, at the same time. The Queen is in love and is ill. He has made her drink both.

      LORD MONTAGUE.

      As to that, is he really Spanish or Italian?

      LORD CHANDOS.

      It appears certain that he was born in Italy, in the Capitanate, and that he was brought up in Spain. He claims to be connected with a great Spanish family. Lord Clinton has the story at his finger-tips.

      LORD CLINTON.

      An adventurer—neither Spanish nor Italian, and still less English, thank God! These men without a country have no pity on a country, when they become powerful.

      LORD MONTAGUE.

      Didn't you say the Queen was ill, Chandos? That does not hinder her from leading a very gay life with her favorite!

      LORD CLINTON.

      A gay life! A gay life! The people weep while the Queen laughs and the favorite is gorged. This man eats silver and drinks gold! The Queen has given him the estates of Lord Talbot, the great Lord Talbot! The Queen has made him Earl of Clanbrassil and Baron of Dinasmonddy, this Fabiano Fabiani who says he belongs to the Spanish family of Peñalver, and who lies when he says it. He is an English peer like you, Montague, like you, Chandos, like Stanley, like Norfolk, like myself, like the King! He has the garter, the same as the Infante of Portugal, as the King of Denmark, as Thomas Percy, seventh Earl of Northumberland. And what a tyrant is this tyrant who rules us from his bed! Never did such a curse rest upon England! And yet I have seen much—I, who am old! There are seventy new gallows at Tyburn; the stakes are always embers and never ashes; the executioner's ax is sharp every morning and blunted every night. Every day some great nobleman is slaughtered; the day before yesterday it was Blantyre, yesterday Northcurry, to-day South-Reppo, to-morrow Tyrconnel. Next week it will be you, Chandos, and next month it will be I. My lords, my lords, it is shameful and outrageous that all these honest English heads should fall to please a miserable adventurer who does not even belong to our country! It is a frightful and unbearable thing, to think that a Neapolitan favorite can drag as many blocks as he likes from under this Queen's bed. These two lead a gay life, you say? By Heaven, it is infamous! Ah, they lead a gay life, these


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