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SHOEMAKER. It cools these reformers off so nicely to get a little cold water over them. [Trips, stubs toe against a stone.] The d.a.m.ned cobble stones! [Hops into house on one leg. Exit all but Pehr and Old Woman--Lisa.]
LISA. [Throws off disguise.] Well, Pehr! You have become a famous man; your name is now on every one's lips, your picture is being carried round on all streets and public squares and the people hail you as a reformer. Are you satisfied?
PEHR. Yes, Lisa, now I am satisfied with being a reformer!
LISA. Shall you leave your work half-done?
PEHR. Yes, Lord save us! If only I can escape with my skin.
LISA. You sought glory and renown--
PEHR. But all do that!
LISA. Not all. But you had the approval of the people.
PEHR. The people! They have nothing to say.
LISA. So it was the approval of the great that you wanted. Then stand there and be ashamed! You did not even believe in the cause for which you stood.
PEHR. Frankly, I think it a matter of slight consequence whether one walks upon smooth or rough stones.
LISA. When one walks in calfskin boots--yes; but not when one goes barefooted!
PEHR. Moreover, the community isn't worth a straw; the whole thing is only a sham! _The common good, the common good_--one never talks of anything else. What, then, is the common good? It strikes me as being an agreement between a few private individuals.
LISA. It should be everyone's good, but it isn't. Make it so, and it will be so.
PEHR. I want to--oh, I want to do it, but I haven't the power!
LISA. Then get it, Pehr, and let's see if I have made a mistake.
PEHR. [Breaks irons and comes down stage.] You shall see, Lisa, that I will do something big when I have the power.
LISA. Why something big? Something good would be better.
PEHR. But you must always be by my side, Lisa. What was it that the bird in the wood sang?
LISA. That I will tell you next time.
PEHR. No, now!
LISA. He said: "I love you!"
PEHR. Won't you love me, Lisa?
LISA. Yes, when you love me.
PEHR. But I do!
LISA. No, you do not; so far you love only yourself. Out again, Pehr, and learn something! There are not many wishes left to you; the greatest but most dangerous one is ahead of you--Power! That is the highest thing a frail mortal can attain. But woe to him who misuses it! He is the world's greatest criminal, for he makes a caricature of Our Blessed Lord! Farewell, King! thy crown awaits thee! [Disappears.]
PEHR. Oh, my queen!
CURTAIN.
ACT FOUR
SCENE ONE.
Interior of a palace in Oriental style. To right a throne, before it a table, with royal regalia; to left a divan, pillows arranged on floor in a semi-circle.
At rise of curtain The Ameer discovered lying on floor writing on a paper scroll.
[Enter Chamberlain of the Caliph.]
CHAMBERLAIN. Is that the young Caliph's genealogical chart?
AMEER. Yes, Chamberlain.
CHAMBERLAIN. It certainly looks very imposing. Whom leave you given him as progenitor?
AMEER. Caliph Omar, of course.
CHAMBERLAIN. I think that Haroun-al-Raschid would have been better.
AMEER. He was certainly more popular--but in that case our gracious sovereign would not be related to the ancient house.
CHAMBERLAIN. Very true. Will you be ready soon? We expect him at any moment.
AMEER. Has your Excellency seen the new caliph?
CHAMBERLAIN. Yes; he looks like all the rest--It is only the genealogical tree that separates him from us.
AMEER. Yes, the genealogical tree!
CHAMBERLAIN. [Examines ancestral chart again.] You have got an awful width to it!
AMEER. I had to put in a b.a.s.t.a.r.d line; it looks so flouris.h.i.+ng on paper, and gives to the race a semblance of strength, which is always flattering.
CHAMBERLAIN. [Laughs.] What will the Caliph Omar say to this?
[Enter Court Mullah.]
MULLAH. Allah akbar barai! How dost?
