Short Plays

this evening. Edstaston I can’t help that. We haven’t a moment to lose. Claire May I tell her she will be knouted if we stay? Edstaston Do, dearest. He kisses her and lets her go, expecting her to run into the house. Claire Pausing thoughtfully. Is she⁠—is she good-looking when you see her close? Edstaston Not a patch on you, dearest. Claire Jealous. Then you did see her close? Edstaston Fairly close. Claire Indeed! How close? No: that’s silly of me: I will tell mamma. She is going out when Naryshkin enters with the Sergeant and a squad of soldiers. What do you want here? The Sergeant goes to Edstaston; plumps down on his knees; and takes out a magnificent pair of pistols with gold grips. He proffers them to Edstaston, holding them by the barrels. Naryshkin Captain Edstaston: his Highness Prince Patiomkin sends you the pistols he promised you. The Sergeant Take them, Little Father; and do not forget us poor soldiers who have brought them to you; for God knows we get but little to drink. Edstaston Irresolutely. But I can’t take these valuable things. By Jiminy, though, they’re beautiful! Look at them, Claire. As he is taking the pistols the kneeling Sergeant suddenly drops them; flings himself forward; and embraces Edstaston’s hips to prevent him from drawing his own pistols from his boots. The Sergeant Lay hold of him there. Pin his arms. I have his pistols. The soldiers seize Edstaston. Edstaston Ah, would you, damn you! He drives his knee into the Sergeant’s epigastrium, and struggles furiously with his captors. The Sergeant Rolling on the ground, gasping and groaning. Owgh! Murder! Holy Nicholas! Owwwgh! Claire Help! help! They are killing Charles. Help! Naryshkin Seizing her and clapping his hand over her mouth. Tie him neck and crop. Ten thousand blows of the stick if you let him go. Claire twists herself loose; turns on him; and cuffs him furiously. Yow⁠—ow! Have mercy, Little Mother. Claire You wretch! Help! Help! Police! We are being murdered. Help! The Sergeant, who has risen, comes to Naryshkin’s rescue, and grasps Claire’s hands, enabling Naryshkin to gag her again. By this time Edstaston and his captors are all rolling on the ground together. They get Edstaston on his back and fasten his wrists together behind his knees. Next they put a broad strap round his ribs. Finally they pass a pole through this breast strap and through the waist strap and lift him by it, helplessly trussed up, to carry him off. Meanwhile he is by no means suffering in silence. Edstaston Gasping. You shall hear more of this. Damn you, will you untie me? I will complain to the ambassador. I will write to the Gazette. England will blow your trumpery little fleet out of the water and sweep your tinpot army into Siberia for this. Will you let me go? Damn you! Curse you! What the devil do you mean by it? I’ll⁠—I’ll⁠—I’ll⁠—He is carried out of hearing. Naryshkin Snatching his hands from Claire’s face with a scream, and shaking his finger frantically. Agh! The Sergeant, amazed, lets go her hands. She has bitten me, the little vixen. Claire Spitting and wiping her mouth disgustedly. How dare you put your dirty paws on my mouth? Ugh! Psha! The Sergeant Be merciful, Little angel Mother. Claire Do not presume to call me your little angel mother. Where are the police? Naryshkin We are the police in St. Petersburg, little spitfire. The Sergeant God knows we have no orders to harm you, Little Mother. Our duty is done. You are well and strong; but I shall never be the same man again. He is a mighty and terrible fighter, as stout as a bear. He has broken my sweetbread with his strong knees. God knows poor folk should not be set upon such dangerous adversaries! Claire Serve you right! Where have they taken Captain Edstaston to? Naryshkin Spitefully. To the Empress, little beauty. He has insulted the Empress. He will receive a hundred and one blows of the knout. He laughs and goes out, nursing his bitten finger. The Sergeant He will feel only the first twenty and he will be mercifully dead long before the end, little darling. Claire Sustained by an invincible snobbery. They dare not touch an English officer. I will go to the Empress myself: she cannot know who Captain Edstaston is⁠—who we are. The Sergeant Do so in the name of the Holy Nicholas, little beauty. Claire Don’t be impertinent. How can I get admission to the palace? The Sergeant Everybody goes in and out of the palace, little love. Claire But I must get into the Empress’s presence. I must speak to her. The Sergeant You shall, dear Little Mother. You shall give the poor old Sergeant a rouble; and the blessed Nicholas will make your salvation his charge. Claire Impetuously. I will give you she is about to say fifty roubles, but checks herself cautiously⁠—Well: I don’t mind giving you two roubles if I can speak to the Empress. The Sergeant Joyfully. I praise Heaven for you, Little Mother. Come. He leads the way out. It was the temptation of the devil that led your young man to bruise my vitals and deprive me of breath. We must be merciful to one another’s faults.

The Fourth Scene

A triangular recess communicating by a heavily curtained arch with the huge ballroom of the palace. The light is subdued by red shades on the candles. In the wall adjoining that pierced by the arch is a door. The only piece of furniture is a very handsome chair on the arch side. In the ballroom they are dancing a polonaise to the music of a brass band.

	Naryshkin enters through the door, followed by the soldiers carrying Edstaston, still trussed to the pole. Exhausted and dogged, he makes no sound.
Naryshkin	Halt. Get that pole clear of