Scene 12 by Pierre Carlet de Chamblain de Marivaux Lyrics
12
MESRIN, CARISE, ADINE
ADINE (Calling.): -- Mesrin!
MESRIN (Running.): What! It's you, it's my Adine, she's come back; Oh I'm so happy! Oh I was getting so impatient!
ADINE: Look, no -- don't be too happy; I haven't come back, I'm just going; I just happen to be here.
MESRIN: So now you'll have to just happen to be with me.
ADINE: Listen -- listen what happened to me -- ,
CARISE: Keep it short please: I do have other things to do.
ADINE: I am -- (To MESRIN.) I'm beautiful, aren't I?
MESRIN: Beautiful! Are you beautiful?
ADINE: See, no hesitation; speaks as he finds.
MESRIN: Are you Divine? Beauty Incarnate!
ADINE: Well yes, of course I am; however; you, Carise and me, we've got it all wrong, I'm ugly.
MESRIN: My Adine?
ADINE: No less; after I left you, I found a new person, female, from another world, who, instead of being amazed by me, being transported by me like you are and like she should have been, wanted instead for me to be charmed by her, and when I failed to oblige, accused me of being ugly --
MESRIN: You're going to make me lose my temper!
ADINE: -- informed me you'd leave me once you'd seen her.
CARISE: That was because she was angry.
MESRIN: But -- this is a person?
ADINE: So she says, and she looks like one, more or less.
CARISE: And she is one.
ADINE: She'll doubtless be back, and I absolutely insist you treat her with contempt; when you meet her, I want you to be appalled.
MESRIN: She must be really hideous.
ADINE: She's called... oh... no, wait -- ... she's called...
CARISE: Eglé.
ADINE: That's right, it's an Eglé. She is currently sporting: an angry face, sullen; not as black as Carise's but not quite as white as mine either; it's a colour one would be hard put to describe.
MESRIN: But it's not a nice colour?
ADINE: Oh not at all nice, more sort of dull; she's got eyes -- now how can I put this -- eyes that don't look lovely, they just look, really; mouth, not big, not small -- a mouth made for talking; she stands upright, vertical -- and her figure would be a bit like mine is she were a better shape; hands that come and go; long, thin fingers, I think; with a nasty, rude voice -- oh! you're bound to recognise her.
MESRIN: I can just see her; you leave it to me: she wants sending back to this another world -- after I've really mortified her.
ADINE: Really humiliated, really finished her.
MESRIN: Had a really good laugh at her -- oh! don't you worry, you just give me that hand.
ADINE: Eh! Here it is, I only have them for you.
(MESRIN kisses her hand.)
CARISE (Taking the hand off him.): Right, all done, let's go.
ADINE: When he's finished kissing my hand.
CARISE: Leave it now, Mesrin, I'm late.
ADINE: Goodbye my only love, I shan't be long; dream of vengeance.
MESRIN: Goodbye, my only reason for living; I am all fury.
MESRIN, CARISE, ADINE
ADINE (Calling.): -- Mesrin!
MESRIN (Running.): What! It's you, it's my Adine, she's come back; Oh I'm so happy! Oh I was getting so impatient!
ADINE: Look, no -- don't be too happy; I haven't come back, I'm just going; I just happen to be here.
MESRIN: So now you'll have to just happen to be with me.
ADINE: Listen -- listen what happened to me -- ,
CARISE: Keep it short please: I do have other things to do.
ADINE: I am -- (To MESRIN.) I'm beautiful, aren't I?
MESRIN: Beautiful! Are you beautiful?
ADINE: See, no hesitation; speaks as he finds.
MESRIN: Are you Divine? Beauty Incarnate!
ADINE: Well yes, of course I am; however; you, Carise and me, we've got it all wrong, I'm ugly.
MESRIN: My Adine?
ADINE: No less; after I left you, I found a new person, female, from another world, who, instead of being amazed by me, being transported by me like you are and like she should have been, wanted instead for me to be charmed by her, and when I failed to oblige, accused me of being ugly --
MESRIN: You're going to make me lose my temper!
ADINE: -- informed me you'd leave me once you'd seen her.
CARISE: That was because she was angry.
MESRIN: But -- this is a person?
ADINE: So she says, and she looks like one, more or less.
CARISE: And she is one.
ADINE: She'll doubtless be back, and I absolutely insist you treat her with contempt; when you meet her, I want you to be appalled.
MESRIN: She must be really hideous.
ADINE: She's called... oh... no, wait -- ... she's called...
CARISE: Eglé.
ADINE: That's right, it's an Eglé. She is currently sporting: an angry face, sullen; not as black as Carise's but not quite as white as mine either; it's a colour one would be hard put to describe.
MESRIN: But it's not a nice colour?
ADINE: Oh not at all nice, more sort of dull; she's got eyes -- now how can I put this -- eyes that don't look lovely, they just look, really; mouth, not big, not small -- a mouth made for talking; she stands upright, vertical -- and her figure would be a bit like mine is she were a better shape; hands that come and go; long, thin fingers, I think; with a nasty, rude voice -- oh! you're bound to recognise her.
MESRIN: I can just see her; you leave it to me: she wants sending back to this another world -- after I've really mortified her.
ADINE: Really humiliated, really finished her.
MESRIN: Had a really good laugh at her -- oh! don't you worry, you just give me that hand.
ADINE: Eh! Here it is, I only have them for you.
(MESRIN kisses her hand.)
CARISE (Taking the hand off him.): Right, all done, let's go.
ADINE: When he's finished kissing my hand.
CARISE: Leave it now, Mesrin, I'm late.
ADINE: Goodbye my only love, I shan't be long; dream of vengeance.
MESRIN: Goodbye, my only reason for living; I am all fury.