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16.4. Literatur
330
THE INTERNATIONAL
LITERATURE
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
B) ARTHUR SLHNITZLER
PERSONS:
MARG.—Is that your reason?
MARGAREr.
CLEM.—Of course it is, my love. In your former way of
CLEMENT.
life, there were so few opportunities for your getting a clear
GILBEkr.
idea of fashion—. Pardon me, but whatever there was, you
must admit, really had its origin in the comic journals.
SCENE—Moderately well, but quite inerdensively furnished
MARG.—Clem, please!
apartment occubied by Margaret. A small fireplace, a table,
CLEM.—Well, well. We'll see. (Continues reading.)
a small escritoire, a gettee, a wardrobe cabinet, t#oo windoros
Badegast fifteen to one—
in the back, entrances left and rigkt.
MARG.—Badegast? There isn't a ghost of a show for
As the curtain rises, Clement, dressed in a modish, tar¬
him!
nished-gray sack suit, is discovered reclining in a fauteil near
CLEM.—Where did you get that information?
the fireplace. He is smoking a cigarette and perusing a news¬
MARG.—Szigrati himself gave me a tip.
haper. Margaret is standing at the window. She walks back
CLEM.—Where—and when?
and fortk, finally goes ub directly behind Clement, and play¬
MARG.—Oh, this morning in the Fredenau, while you were
fully musses his kair. Eridentlg she has something trouble¬
engaged in conversation with Milner.
some on her mind.
CLEM.—Now, look here; Szigrati isn't fit company for
CLEM.— (Reading, seises her hand and bisses it.) Horner’s
voll.
certain about his pick a d doubly certain about mine; Water¬
MARG.—Jealous?
loo five to one; Barometer twenty one to one; Bessurl seven
CLEM.—Not at all. Moreover, let it be understood that
to one; Attilla sixteen to one.
from now on I shall introduce you everywhere as my flancée.
MARG.—Sixteen to one!
(Margaret bisses him.)
CLEM.—Lord Byron one and one-half to one—that’s us,
CLEM.—Now, what did Szigrati say?
my dear.
MARG.—That he's not going to enter Badegast in the
MARG.—I know.
Handicap at all.
CLEM.—Besides, it’s sixteen weeks yet to the Handicap.
CLEM.—Well, don't you believe everything Szigrati is likely
MARG.—Apparently he looks upon it as a ciean “run¬
away.“
to say. He’s circulating the rumor that Badegast will not
be entered so that the odds may be bigger.
CLEM.—Not quite—but where did you pick up your turf¬
MARG.—Nonsense! That’s too much like an investment.
lingo, Bravo?
CLEM.—So you don't believe there is such a thing as in¬
MARG.—Oh, I used this kind of talk before I knew you.
vestment in this game? For a great many it’s all a commer¬
Is it settled that you are to ride Lord Byron yourself?
cial enterprise. Do you think that a fellow of Szigrati’s ilk
CLEM.—How absurd to ask! You forget, it’s the Damen¬
cares a fig for sport? He might just as well speculate on the
preis Handicap. Whom else could I get to ride him? And
market, and wouldn't realize the difference. Anyway, as far
if Hornet thought for a moment that I wasn’t going to ride
as Badegast is concerned, one hundred to one wouldn't be
him, he’d never in his life put up one and a half to one. Vou
too much to put up against him.
may stake all you’ve got on that.
MARG.—Really? I found him in first-rate fettle this morn¬
MARG.—I'm well aware of that. You are go handsome
ing.
when you bestride a horse—honest and truly, too sweet for
CLEM.—Then you saw Badegast, too?
anything! I shall never forget that day in Munich, when I
MARG.—Certainly. Didn't Butters put him through his
first made your acquaintance—
paces, right behind Busserl?
CLEM.—Please do not remind me of it. I had rotten luck
CLEM.—But Butters isn't riding for Szigrati. He was only
that day. But you can believe me, Windy would never have
a stableboy. Badegast can be in as fine fettle as he chooses—
won if it weren't for the ten lengths he gained at the start.
it’s all the same to me. He’s nothing but a blind. Some day,
But this time—never! You know, of course, it is decided;
Margaret, with the help of your exceptional talent, you will
we leave town the same day.
be able to distinguish the veritable somebody’s, from the shams.
MARG.—Same evening, you mean.
Really, it’s remarkable with what proficiency you have, so to
CLEM.—If you will—but why?
speak, placed yourself into all these things. You go be¬
MARG.—Because it’s been arranged we're to be marri d
vond my expectations.
in the morning, hasn't it?
MARG.—(Chagrined.) Pray, why do I go beyond your ex¬
CLEM.—Quite so.
pecti tions? All this, as you know, is not so new to me. At
MARG.—I am so happy. (Embraces him.) Now, where
our house we entertained very good people—-Count Libowski
shall we spend our honeymoon?
and people of that sort—and at my husband's—
CLEM.—I take it we're agreed. Aren't we? On the es¬
CLEM.—Quite so. No question about that. As a matter of
tate.
principle, you realize, I’ve no grudge against the cotton in¬
MARG.—Oh, of course, later. Aren't we going to take in
dustry.
the Riviera, as a preliminary tidbit?
MARG.—Even if my husband happened to be the owner of
CLEM.—As for that, it all depends on the Handicap. If
a cotton mill, that didn't have to effect my personal outlook
we win—
on life, did it? I always sought self-culture in my own way.
MARG.—Surest thing!
Now, don't let’s talk of that period of my life. It’s dead and
CLEM.—And besides, in April the Riviera’s not at all good
buried, thank heaven!
kon.
16.4. Literatur
330
THE INTERNATIONAL
LITERATURE
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
B) ARTHUR SLHNITZLER
PERSONS:
MARG.—Is that your reason?
MARGAREr.
CLEM.—Of course it is, my love. In your former way of
CLEMENT.
life, there were so few opportunities for your getting a clear
GILBEkr.
idea of fashion—. Pardon me, but whatever there was, you
must admit, really had its origin in the comic journals.
SCENE—Moderately well, but quite inerdensively furnished
MARG.—Clem, please!
apartment occubied by Margaret. A small fireplace, a table,
CLEM.—Well, well. We'll see. (Continues reading.)
a small escritoire, a gettee, a wardrobe cabinet, t#oo windoros
Badegast fifteen to one—
in the back, entrances left and rigkt.
MARG.—Badegast? There isn't a ghost of a show for
As the curtain rises, Clement, dressed in a modish, tar¬
him!
nished-gray sack suit, is discovered reclining in a fauteil near
CLEM.—Where did you get that information?
the fireplace. He is smoking a cigarette and perusing a news¬
MARG.—Szigrati himself gave me a tip.
haper. Margaret is standing at the window. She walks back
CLEM.—Where—and when?
and fortk, finally goes ub directly behind Clement, and play¬
MARG.—Oh, this morning in the Fredenau, while you were
fully musses his kair. Eridentlg she has something trouble¬
engaged in conversation with Milner.
some on her mind.
CLEM.—Now, look here; Szigrati isn't fit company for
CLEM.— (Reading, seises her hand and bisses it.) Horner’s
voll.
certain about his pick a d doubly certain about mine; Water¬
MARG.—Jealous?
loo five to one; Barometer twenty one to one; Bessurl seven
CLEM.—Not at all. Moreover, let it be understood that
to one; Attilla sixteen to one.
from now on I shall introduce you everywhere as my flancée.
MARG.—Sixteen to one!
(Margaret bisses him.)
CLEM.—Lord Byron one and one-half to one—that’s us,
CLEM.—Now, what did Szigrati say?
my dear.
MARG.—That he's not going to enter Badegast in the
MARG.—I know.
Handicap at all.
CLEM.—Besides, it’s sixteen weeks yet to the Handicap.
CLEM.—Well, don't you believe everything Szigrati is likely
MARG.—Apparently he looks upon it as a ciean “run¬
away.“
to say. He’s circulating the rumor that Badegast will not
be entered so that the odds may be bigger.
CLEM.—Not quite—but where did you pick up your turf¬
MARG.—Nonsense! That’s too much like an investment.
lingo, Bravo?
CLEM.—So you don't believe there is such a thing as in¬
MARG.—Oh, I used this kind of talk before I knew you.
vestment in this game? For a great many it’s all a commer¬
Is it settled that you are to ride Lord Byron yourself?
cial enterprise. Do you think that a fellow of Szigrati’s ilk
CLEM.—How absurd to ask! You forget, it’s the Damen¬
cares a fig for sport? He might just as well speculate on the
preis Handicap. Whom else could I get to ride him? And
market, and wouldn't realize the difference. Anyway, as far
if Hornet thought for a moment that I wasn’t going to ride
as Badegast is concerned, one hundred to one wouldn't be
him, he’d never in his life put up one and a half to one. Vou
too much to put up against him.
may stake all you’ve got on that.
MARG.—Really? I found him in first-rate fettle this morn¬
MARG.—I'm well aware of that. You are go handsome
ing.
when you bestride a horse—honest and truly, too sweet for
CLEM.—Then you saw Badegast, too?
anything! I shall never forget that day in Munich, when I
MARG.—Certainly. Didn't Butters put him through his
first made your acquaintance—
paces, right behind Busserl?
CLEM.—Please do not remind me of it. I had rotten luck
CLEM.—But Butters isn't riding for Szigrati. He was only
that day. But you can believe me, Windy would never have
a stableboy. Badegast can be in as fine fettle as he chooses—
won if it weren't for the ten lengths he gained at the start.
it’s all the same to me. He’s nothing but a blind. Some day,
But this time—never! You know, of course, it is decided;
Margaret, with the help of your exceptional talent, you will
we leave town the same day.
be able to distinguish the veritable somebody’s, from the shams.
MARG.—Same evening, you mean.
Really, it’s remarkable with what proficiency you have, so to
CLEM.—If you will—but why?
speak, placed yourself into all these things. You go be¬
MARG.—Because it’s been arranged we're to be marri d
vond my expectations.
in the morning, hasn't it?
MARG.—(Chagrined.) Pray, why do I go beyond your ex¬
CLEM.—Quite so.
pecti tions? All this, as you know, is not so new to me. At
MARG.—I am so happy. (Embraces him.) Now, where
our house we entertained very good people—-Count Libowski
shall we spend our honeymoon?
and people of that sort—and at my husband's—
CLEM.—I take it we're agreed. Aren't we? On the es¬
CLEM.—Quite so. No question about that. As a matter of
tate.
principle, you realize, I’ve no grudge against the cotton in¬
MARG.—Oh, of course, later. Aren't we going to take in
dustry.
the Riviera, as a preliminary tidbit?
MARG.—Even if my husband happened to be the owner of
CLEM.—As for that, it all depends on the Handicap. If
a cotton mill, that didn't have to effect my personal outlook
we win—
on life, did it? I always sought self-culture in my own way.
MARG.—Surest thing!
Now, don't let’s talk of that period of my life. It’s dead and
CLEM.—And besides, in April the Riviera’s not at all good
buried, thank heaven!
kon.