excerto do II Acto
SCENE SEVENTH
[Pitch darkness.]
[PEER GYNT is heard beating and slashing about him with a large bough.]
PEER
Answer! Who are you?
A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS
Myself.
PEER
Clear the way!
THE VOICE
Go roundabout, Peer! The hill’s roomy enough.
PEER [tries to force a passage at another place, but strikes against something]
Go roundabout.
Who are you?
THE VOICE
Myself. Can you say the same?
PEER
I can say what I will; and my sword can smite!
Mind yourself! Hu, hei, now the blow falls crushing!
King Saul slew hundreds; Peer Gynt slew thousands!
[Cutting and slashing.]
Who are you?
THE VOICE
Myself.
PEER
That stupid reply
you may spare; it doesn’t clear up the matter.
What are you?
THE VOICE
The great Boyg.
PEER
Ah, indeed!
The riddle was black; now I’d call it grey.
Clear the way then, Boyg!
THE VOICE
Go roundabout, Peer!
PEER
No, through!
[Cuts and slashes.]
There he fell!
[Tries to advance, but strikes against something.]
Ho ho, are there more here?
THE VOICE
The Boyg, Peer Gynt! the one only one.
It’s the Boyg that’s unwounded, and the Boyg that was hurt,
it’s the Boyg that is dead, and the Boyg that’s alive.
PEER [throws away the branch]
The weapon is troll–smeared; but I have my fists!
[Fights his way forward.]
THE VOICE
Ay, trust to your fists, lad, trust to your body.
Hee–hee, Peer Gynt, so you’ll reach the summit.
PEER [falling back again]
Forward or back, and it’s just as far;—
out or in, and it’s just as strait!
He is there! And there! And he’s round the bend!
No sooner I’m out than I’m back in the ring.—
Name who you are! Let me see you! What are you?
THE VOICE
The Boyg.
PEER [groping around]
Not dead, not living; all slimy; misty.
Not so much as a shape! It’s as bad as to battle
in a cluster of snarling, half–wakened bears!
[Screams.]
Strike back at me, can’t you!
THE VOICE
The Boyg isn’t mad.
PEER
Strike!
THE VOICE
The Boyg strikes not.
PEER
Fight! You shall
THE VOICE
The great Boyg conquers, but does not fight.
PEER
Were there only a nixie here that could prick me!
Were there only as much as a year–old troll!
Only something to fight with. But here there is nothing.—
Now he’s snoring! Boyg!
THE VOICE
What’s your will?
PEER
Use force!
THE VOICE
The great Boyg conquers in all things without it.
PEER [biting his own arms and hands]
Claws and ravening teeth in my flesh!
I must feel the drip of my own warm blood.
[A sound is heard like the wing–strokes of great birds.]
BIRD–CRIES
Comes he now, Boyg?
THE VOICE
Ay, step by step.
BIRD–CRIES
All our sisters far off! Gather here to the tryst!
PEER
If you’d save me now, lass, you must do it quick!
Gaze not adown so, lowly and bending.—
Your clasp–book! Hurl it straight into his eyes!
BIRD–CRIES
He totters!
THE VOICE
We have him.
BIRD–CRIES
Sisters! Make haste!
PEER
Too dear the purchase one pays for life
in such a heart–wasting hour of strife.
[Sinks down.]
BIRD–CRIES
Boyg, there he’s fallen! Seize him! Seize him!
[A sound of bells and of psalm–singing is heard far away.]
THE BOYG [shrinks up to nothing, and says in a gasp:]
He was too strong. There were women behind him.
terça-feira, junho 13, 2006
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