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قراءة كتاب Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe Three Plays By Brieux

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Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe
Three Plays By Brieux

Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe Three Plays By Brieux

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class="i0">Beau chevalier qui partez pour la guerre,
Qu'allez vous faire
Si loin d'ici?

Voyez-vous pas que la nuit est profonde
Et que le monde
N'est que souci.

Madame Guéret [civilly] You have a delightful voice, Mademoiselle Lucienne.

Lucienne places her music on the piano with a smile to Madame Guéret.

René [to Lucienne, drawing her to the partition window and showing her where a pane has been removed] And your little window! Have you seen your little window? It was not there at the dress rehearsal. You lift it like this. It's supposed to be an opening in the wall. It ought to have been different; we were obliged to take out a pane. May I show her, Madame Guéret?

Madame Guéret [resigned] Yes, yes, of course.

René. You lift it like this; and to speak you'll lean forward, won't you, so that they may see you?

Lucienne. I will, yes.

René. Don't touch it now. [To Madame Guéret] You won't forget the bell, will you, Madame? There's plenty of time—ten minutes at least. I'll let you know. Mademoiselle Lucienne, now, time to go on.

Lucienne. Yes, yes. [She goes out]

Madame Guéret [with a sigh] To have a play being acted in the circumstances we're in—it's beyond everything! I cannot think how I came to allow it.

Guéret. You see they'd been rehearsing for a week. And Thérèse—

Madame Guéret. And I not only allowed it, but I'm almost taking part in it.

Guéret. We couldn't put off all these people at twenty-four hours' notice. And it's our last party. It's really a farewell party. Besides, we should have had to tell Thérèse everything.

Madame Guéret. Well, you asked me to keep it all from her until to-morrow—though it concerns her as much as it does us. [Monsieur Féliat comes in, a man of sixty, correct without being elegant] Here's my brother.

Féliat. I've something to tell you. Shall we be interrupted?

Madame Guéret. Yes, constantly.

Féliat. Let's go into another room.

Madame Guéret. I can't. And all the rooms are full of people.

Guéret. Marguerite has been good enough to help here by taking the place of Madame Chain, who's ill.

Madame Guéret [angrily] Yes, I've got to do the noises heard off! At my age! [A sigh] Tell us, Etienne, what is it?

Guéret. We can wait until the play is over.

Madame Guéret. So like you! You don't care a bit about what my brother has to tell us. Who'd ever believe this is all your fault! [To her brother] What is it?

Féliat. I have seen the lawyer. Your goddaughter will have to sign this power of attorney so that it may get to Lyons to-morrow morning.

Guéret [who has glanced at the paper] But we can't get her to sign that without telling her all about it.

Madame Guéret. Well, goodness me, she'll have to know sometime! I must say I cannot understand the way you've kept this dreadful thing from her. It's pure sentimentality.

Guéret. The poor child!