Scene 4 by Pierre Carlet de Chamblain de Marivaux Lyrics
4
EGLÉ, AZOR
EGLÉ alone for awhile, then AZOR appears face to face with her.
EGLÉ (Continuing and touching her face.): I’m not tired of myself.
(And then, catching sight of AZOR, and frightened.)
What is that, a people like me…
Don’t come any closer.
(AZOR stretches out his arms in admiration and smiles.
EGLÉ continues.)
She’s laughing, like she likes the way I look.
(AZOR takes a step.)
Wait…
She’s very nice-looking really…
D’you know how to talk?
AZOR: The pleasure of seeing you has robbed me of speech.
EGLÉ (Gaily.): The people can hear me, and answer me, and she does it so nicely!
AZOR: I’m rapt.
EGLÉ: That’s good.
AZOR: I’m delighted.
EGLÉ: I like you too.
AZOR: So why d’you say I can’t come any closer?
EGLÉ: I don’t say you can’t, really.
AZOR: I’ll come a bit closer then.
EGLÉ: I’d like that a lot.
(He advances.)
Stop a minute… what a state I’m in!
AZOR: I obey, because I’m all yours.
EGLÉ: She obeys; come here at once then, so you can be all mine close up.
(He comes.)
Ah! Here she is, it’s you; isn’t she handsome!
really, you’re as pretty as me.
AZOR: I’m dying with joy to be beside you, I give myself to you, I don’t know what I’m feeling, I wouldn’t know how to put it.
EGLÉ: Oh, I’m just the same.
AZOR: I’m happy, I’m upset.
EGLÉ: I’m sighing.
AZOR: It doesn’t matter how close I get, I can’t get enough of you.
EGLÉ: That’s what I was thinking, but we can’t see each other properly, not while we’re like this.
AZOR: My heart wants your hands.
EGLÉ: There we are, mine gives you them; are you feeling any better now?
AZOR: Yes, but not any calmer.
EGLÉ: That’s what’s happening to me, we’re the same in everything.
AZOR: Oh! – we’re so different!; all of me’s worth less than your eyes, they’re so gentle!
EGLÉ: Yours are so bright!
AZOR: You’re so tiny, so fragile!
EGLÉ: Yes, but really it suits you better not being, not as much as me; I wouldn’t want you any different; you’re perfect, differently; I’ll stay the way I am; you stay your way for me.
AZOR: I won’t change it at all. I’ll be like this always.
EGLÉ: Oh, tell me, where were you when I never knew you?
AZOR: In a world of my own, which I’m never going back to, because you’re not there, and because I want to have your hands always; I don’t know how to be, without them, and neither does my mouth.
EGLÉ: And my hands can’t be doing without your mouth – I can hear noise – it’s the people from my world –so you don’t scare them, hide in the trees; I’ll call you.
AZOR: Yes – but I’ll lose sight of you.
EGLÉ: No, you just have to look in any water that’s lying around, it’s got my face in it, you’ll see it.
EGLÉ, AZOR
EGLÉ alone for awhile, then AZOR appears face to face with her.
EGLÉ (Continuing and touching her face.): I’m not tired of myself.
(And then, catching sight of AZOR, and frightened.)
What is that, a people like me…
Don’t come any closer.
(AZOR stretches out his arms in admiration and smiles.
EGLÉ continues.)
She’s laughing, like she likes the way I look.
(AZOR takes a step.)
Wait…
She’s very nice-looking really…
D’you know how to talk?
AZOR: The pleasure of seeing you has robbed me of speech.
EGLÉ (Gaily.): The people can hear me, and answer me, and she does it so nicely!
AZOR: I’m rapt.
EGLÉ: That’s good.
AZOR: I’m delighted.
EGLÉ: I like you too.
AZOR: So why d’you say I can’t come any closer?
EGLÉ: I don’t say you can’t, really.
AZOR: I’ll come a bit closer then.
EGLÉ: I’d like that a lot.
(He advances.)
Stop a minute… what a state I’m in!
AZOR: I obey, because I’m all yours.
EGLÉ: She obeys; come here at once then, so you can be all mine close up.
(He comes.)
Ah! Here she is, it’s you; isn’t she handsome!
really, you’re as pretty as me.
AZOR: I’m dying with joy to be beside you, I give myself to you, I don’t know what I’m feeling, I wouldn’t know how to put it.
EGLÉ: Oh, I’m just the same.
AZOR: I’m happy, I’m upset.
EGLÉ: I’m sighing.
AZOR: It doesn’t matter how close I get, I can’t get enough of you.
EGLÉ: That’s what I was thinking, but we can’t see each other properly, not while we’re like this.
AZOR: My heart wants your hands.
EGLÉ: There we are, mine gives you them; are you feeling any better now?
AZOR: Yes, but not any calmer.
EGLÉ: That’s what’s happening to me, we’re the same in everything.
AZOR: Oh! – we’re so different!; all of me’s worth less than your eyes, they’re so gentle!
EGLÉ: Yours are so bright!
AZOR: You’re so tiny, so fragile!
EGLÉ: Yes, but really it suits you better not being, not as much as me; I wouldn’t want you any different; you’re perfect, differently; I’ll stay the way I am; you stay your way for me.
AZOR: I won’t change it at all. I’ll be like this always.
EGLÉ: Oh, tell me, where were you when I never knew you?
AZOR: In a world of my own, which I’m never going back to, because you’re not there, and because I want to have your hands always; I don’t know how to be, without them, and neither does my mouth.
EGLÉ: And my hands can’t be doing without your mouth – I can hear noise – it’s the people from my world –so you don’t scare them, hide in the trees; I’ll call you.
AZOR: Yes – but I’ll lose sight of you.
EGLÉ: No, you just have to look in any water that’s lying around, it’s got my face in it, you’ll see it.