Part 64 (1/2)
_Braccio._ (_His tone is cold, slightly disdainful. He indicates the ladder with his foot and his eyes._) Who is it?
(_Dianora lifts her shoulders, then lets them fall again slowly._)
_Braccio._ I know.
(_Dianora lifts her shoulders, then lets them fall again slowly. Her teeth are pressed tightly together._)
_Braccio._ (_Raising his hand with the movement but touching his wife only with his glance; then he turns his gaze toward the garden again._) Palla degli Albizzi.[39]
Such elaborate pantomime as the cases just cited is naturally rare, but a dramatist is always watching for an opportunity to shorten by pantomime a speech or the dialogue of a scene, or to intensify by it the effect of his words.[40] Is anything in _Sh.o.r.e Acres_, by James A.
Herne, more memorable than the last scene? In it Uncle Nat, who has established the happiness of the household, lights his candle deliberately and goes slowly up the long staircase to his bedroom, humming softly. He is the very picture of spiritual content. Words would have spoiled that scene as they have spoiled many and many a scene of an inexperienced dramatist.
Iris, at the end of Act III of Pinero's play of that name, is on the point of leaving Bellagio. Maldonado has left lying on her table a checkbook on a bank in which he has placed a few hundred pounds in her name. Because of the defalcation of her lawyer, she is in financial straits. Maldonado wishes to help her but also to gain power over her.
Unwilling to take the checkbook, she has urged him to remove it. Lacking firmness of character, however, she lets him leave it, saying she will destroy it.
_With a troubled, half-guilty look, Iris attires herself in her hat and cape; after which, carrying her gloves, she returns to her dressing-bag. Glancing round the room to a.s.sure herself that she has collected all her small personal belongings, her eyes rest on the checque-book which lies open on the writing-table. She contemplates it for a time, a gradually increasing fear showing itself in her face.
Ultimately she walks slowly to the table and picks up a book. She is fingering it in an uncertain, frightened way when the servant returns_.
_Man-servant._ (_Standing over the bag._) Is there anything more, ma'am--?
(_She hesitates helplessly; then, becoming conscious that she is being stared at, she advances, drops the book into the bag, and pa.s.ses out. The man shuts the bag and is following her as the curtain falls_.)[41]
This pa.s.sage from Act I of _The Great Divide_ shows pantomime supplementing speech as the dramatist of experience frequently employs it. A writer of less sure feeling would have permitted his characters some unnecessary or involved speech.
(_Ruth selects a red flower, puts it in the dark ma.s.s of her hair, and looks out at the open door_.) What a scandal the moon is making out in that great crazy world! Who but me could think of sleeping on such a night?
(_She sits down, folds the flowers in her arms, and buries her face in them. After a moment, she starts up, listens, goes hurriedly to the door, draws the curtains before the window, comes swiftly to the table, and blows out the light. The room is left in total darkness.
There are muttering voices outside, the latch is tried, then a heavy lunge breaks the bolt. A man pushes in, but is hurled back by a taller man, with a snarling oath. A third figure advances to the table, and strikes a match. As soon as the match is lighted Ruth levels the gun, which she has taken from its rack above the mantel.
There is heard the click of the hammer, as the gun misses fire. It is instantly struck from her hand by the first man (Dutch), who attempts to seize her. She evades him and tries to wrest a pistol from a holster on the wall. She is met by the second man (Shorty), who frustrates the attempt, pocketing the weapon. While this has been going on, the third-man (Ghent) has been fumbling with the lamp, which he has at last succeeded in lighting. All three are dressed in rude frontier fas.h.i.+on, the one called Shorty is a Mexican half-breed, the others are Americans. Ghent is younger than Dutch, and taller, but less powerfully built. All are intoxicated, but not sufficiently so to incapacitate them from rapid action. The Mexican has seized Ruth and attempts to drag her toward the inner room. She breaks loose and flies back again to the chimney place, where she stands at bay. Ghent remains motionless and silent by the table, gazing at her.)_
_Dutch._ (_Uncorking a whiskey flask._) Plucky little catamount. I drink its health. (_Drinks_.)
_Ruth._ What do you want here?[42]
Hofmannsthal, in his _Electra_, uses pantomime as only one detail, but no words could so paint the mad triumph of the sister of Orestes as does her ”incredible dance.”
(_Electra has raised herself. She steps down from the threshold, her head thrown back like a Moenad. She lifts her knees, stretches out her arms; it is an incredible dance in which she steps forward._
_Chrysothemis appearing again at the door, behind her torches, a Throng, faces of Men and Women._)
_Chrysothemis._ Electra!
_Electra._ (_Stands still, gazing at her fixedly._) Be silent and dance. Come hither all of you!
Join with me all! I bear the burden of joy, And I dance before you here. One thing alone Remains for all who are as happy as we; To be silent and dance.
(_She does a few more steps of tense triumph, and falls a-heap.
Chrysothemis runs to her. Electra lies motionless. Chrysothemis runs to the door of the house and knocks._)
_Chrysothemis._ Orestes! Orestes! (_Silence._)
_Curtain_.[43]