The young knight Albert is about to appear at the tournament and asks his servant Ivan to show him the helmet. The helmet was pierced through in the last duel with the knight Delorge. It's impossible to put it on. The servant comforts Albert with the fact that he repaid Delorge in full, knocking him out of the saddle with a powerful blow, from which Albert's offender lay dead for a day and has hardly recovered so far. Albert says that the reason for his courage and strength was fury over the damaged helmet. The guilt of heroism is stinginess. Albert complains about poverty, embarrassment, which prevented him from taking off his helmet from a defeated enemy, says that he needs a new dress, that he alone is forced to sit at the ducal table in armor, while other knights flaunt in satin and velvet. But there is no money for clothes and weapons, and Albert's father - the old baron - is a miser. There is no money to buy a new horse, and Alber's permanent creditor, the Jew Solomon, according to Ivan, refuses to continue to believe in a debt without a mortgage. But the knight has nothing to pawn. The usurer does not give in to any persuasion, and even the argument that Albert's father is old, will die soon and leave his son all his vast fortune, does not convince the lender.
At this time, Solomon himself appears. Albert tries to borrow money from him, but Solomon, although gently, nevertheless resolutely refuses to give money even on an honest knightly word. Albert, upset, does not believe that his father can survive him, Solomon says that everything happens in life, that “our days are not numbered by us”, and the baron is strong and can live another thirty years. In desperation, Albert says that in thirty years he will be already fifty, and then he will hardly need money. Solomon objects that money is needed at any age, only "the young man looks for nimble servants in them", "the old man sees reliable friends in them." Albert claims that his father himself serves the money, like an Algerian slave, "like a chain dog." He denies himself everything and lives worse than a beggar, and "the gold lies quietly in the chests." Albert still hopes that someday it will serve him, Albert. Seeing Albert's despair and his willingness to do anything, Solomon gives him hints that the death of his father can be brought closer with the help of poison. At first, Albert does not understand these hints. But, having clarified the matter, he wants to immediately hang Solomon on the gates of the castle. Solomon, realizing that the knight is not joking, wants to pay off, but Albert drives him out. When he comes to his senses, he intends to send a servant for the moneylender to accept the offered money, but changes his mind, because it seems to him that they will smell of poison. He demands wine, but it turns out that there is not a drop of wine in the house. Cursing such a life, Albert decides to seek justice for his father from the duke, who must force the old man to support his son, as befits a knight.
The baron goes down to his basement, where he keeps chests of gold, to pour a handful of coins into the sixth chest, which is not yet full. Looking at his treasures, he recalls the legend of the king who ordered his soldiers to put down handfuls of earth, and as a result, a giant hill grew from which the king could look out over vast expanses. The baron likens his treasures, collected bit by bit, to this hill, which makes him the master of the whole world. He recalls the history of each coin, behind which there are tears and grief of people, poverty and death. It seems to him that if all the tears, blood and sweat shed for this money came out of the bowels of the earth now, then a flood would occur. He pours a handful of money into the chest, and then unlocks all the chests, puts lighted candles in front of them and admires the glitter of gold, feeling like the lord of a mighty power. But the idea that after his death the heir will come here and squander his wealth, infuriates the baron and indignant. He believes that he has no right to this, that if he himself had amassed these treasures bit by bit with the hardest work, then, surely, he would not have thrown gold left and right.
In the palace, Albert complains to the duke about his father, and the duke promises to help the knight, to persuade the baron to support his son, as it should be. He hopes to awaken paternal feelings in the Baron, because the Baron was a friend of his grandfather and played with the Duke when he was still a child.
The baron approaches the palace, and the duke asks Albert to bury himself in the next room while he talks with his father. The baron appears, the duke greets him and tries to evoke in him the memories of his youth. He wants the baron to appear at court, but the baron excuses himself with old age and infirmity, but promises that in case of war he will have the strength to draw his sword for his duke. The duke asks why he does not see the baron's son at court, to which the baron replies that the gloomy disposition of his son is an obstacle. The duke asks the baron to send his son to the palace and promises to accustom him to fun. He demands that the baron assign to his son an allowance befitting a knight. Gloomy, the baron says that his son is not worthy of the duke's care and attention, that "he is vicious", and refuses to comply with the duke's request. He says that he is angry with his son for plotting parricide. The duke threatens to put Albert on trial for this. The Baron reports that his son intends to rob him. Hearing these slanders, Albert bursts into the room and accuses his father of lying. The enraged Baron throws down the glove to his son. With the words "Thank you. Here is the first gift of his father.” Albert accepts the challenge of the baron. This incident plunges the duke into amazement and anger, he takes away the glove of the baron from Albert and drives the father and son away from him. At this moment, with the words about the keys on his lips, the baron dies, and the duke complains about " terrible age, terrible hearts.
Young Albert wants to come to the tournament, so he tells his servant Ivan to show him his helmet. Unfortunately, the helmet is broken after the previous battle with Delorge. Ivan tries to support the owner, telling him that Albert got even with the knight for damaging the helmet with a powerful blow that took the enemy out of the saddle. The servant encourages the owner by the fact that after the blow, Delorge lay around for a day as if dead. Albert, in turn, says that the reason for courage, heroism and an excellent blow was the rage that seized him because of the broken helmet. And all heroism is just avarice.
Albert talks about how his father is stingy and does not want to give money to his son. The young knight cannot allow you the velvet dresses he needs to sit at the duke's table. He alone has to be in society in armor, and this fact greatly upsets the hero.
Besides dresses and a helmet, Albert has no money for a horse. His last hope- Jewish usurer Solomon. However, he, according to Ivan, does not want to lend money. After some time, Solomon himself comes.
The young knight tries to extract money from the Jew, but he stands his ground and refuses to lend without any collateral. Even an honest word of chivalry does not work on Solomon, he says that the baron can outlive his son. Realizing that the young man is in despair because of his relationship with his father and lack of money, the moneylender offers him the services of his acquaintance, who can create poison without taste and smell. Albert is horrified by Solomon's plan and wants to hang him for such an idea. The usurer is trying to buy off the knight with money that "stinks" of poison, so Albert cannot take it. After the Jew leaves, the knight realizes that the only chance to get money from his father is to ask the duke to talk to the baron so that the latter can start providing for his own son.
At the same time, Baron Philippe goes down to the basement to put the acquired savings into his chests. He imagines that if every drop of blood and sweat that was shed for these riches were suddenly manifested on the earth, then a terrible sweat would immediately begin. The Baron understands that after his death, the heir will start burning through this gold, and this makes him angry and indignant. For some boy to simply scatter everything that the baron collected bit by bit.
Albert asks to speak to his father to share his gold. The duke agrees and asks the knight to take cover in the next room.
The baron comes and at the request of the duke to send Albert to the court under maintenance, he refuses. He says that his son is vicious because he wanted to kill him. Hearing this, the duke claims that the baron's son will be put on trial. Philip claims that his son wants to rob him. Albert, unable to bear what he heard, bursts into the room and claims that his father is lying.
The baron throws a challenge gauntlet to Albert, which the young knight accepts. The duke cannot accept this and takes the glove from Albert, and drives him away. The next moment the baron dies, and his last words only about the keys to the chests.
The whole tragedy is caused by a conflict of interests between father and son: the first wants to keep all the wealth that he collected long years, and the second is to spend his father's savings and enjoy the delights of a luxurious life.
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MEAN KNIGHT
(SCENES FROM CHENSTON'S TRAGA-COMEDY: THE COVETOUS KNIGHT.)
(In the tower.)
ALBER AND IVAN.
Albert. By all means, I will appear at the tournament. Show me the helmet, Ivan.
(Ivan gives him a helmet.)
Broken through, damaged. Can't wear it. I need to get a new one. What a blow! damned Count Delorge!
Ivan. And you repaid him in order, As you kicked him out of the stirrups, He lay dead for a day - and is unlikely to have recovered.
And yet he is not at a loss; His bib is intact Venetian, And his chest: it's not worth a penny; Will not buy another one. Why didn't I take off his helmet right there! And I would take it off if I were not ashamed of the ladies and the duke. Damned Count! He'd rather punch me in the head. And I need a dress. IN last time All the knights were sitting here in satin and velvet; I was alone in armor At the ducal table. I excused myself by saying that I got to the tournament by accident. And now what shall I say? Oh, poverty, poverty! How it humiliates our hearts! When Delorge, with his heavy spear, pierced my helmet and galloped past, and I open head spurred my Emir, rushed off like a whirlwind And threw the count twenty paces, Like a little page; how all the ladies Rise from their seats, when Clotilde herself, Covering her face, involuntarily screamed, And the heralds praised my blow: Then no one thought about the reason And my courage and wondrous strength! I was furious for the damaged helmet; What was the fault of heroism? - stinginess Yes! it is not difficult to catch it here Under the roof of one with my father. What is my poor Emir?
He keeps limping. You can't drive it yet.
Albert. Well, there's nothing to do: I'll buy Gnedy. Not expensive and asking for it.
Ivan. Not expensive, but we have no money.
Albert. What does the loafer Solomon say?
Ivan. He says he can't lend you any more money without collateral.
Albert. Mortgage! and where can I get a mortgage, the devil!
Ivan. I said.
Grunts and cries.
Albert. Yes, you would have told him that my father is rich and he himself is like a Jew, that sooner or later I will inherit everything.
I told.
Albert. Well?
It cries and groans.
What grief!
Ivan. He himself wanted to come.
Well, thank God. I won't release it without a ransom. (They knock on the door.) Who is there? (Jew enters.)
Your servant is low.
Ah, buddy! Cursed Jew, venerable Solomon, Come here: so you, I hear, Do not believe in duty.
Ah, gracious knight, I swear to you: I would be glad ... I really can’t. Where to get money? I was ruined all, All the knights diligently helping. Nobody pays. I wanted to ask you, Can't you give at least a part ...
Robber! Yes, if I had money, Would I bother with you? Enough, Don't be stubborn, my dear Solomon; Come on, rednecks. Give me a hundred before they search you.
Hundred! If only I had a hundred ducats!
Listen: Aren't you ashamed of your friends Not helping out?
I swear....
Full, full. Do you require a deposit? what nonsense! What will I pledge to you? pig skin? If I could pawn something, I would have sold it long ago. ile chivalrous word Is it enough for you, dog?
Your word, While you are alive, means a lot, a lot. All the chests of the Flemish rich As a talisman, it will unlock you. But if you hand it over to Me, a poor Jew, and in the meantime you Die (God forbid), then In my hands it will be like the Key to a casket thrown into the sea.
Albert. Will my father outlive me?
Jew. How to know? our days are not numbered by us; The young man blossomed in the evening, and today he died, And now his four old men Carry him on hunched shoulders to the grave. The Baron is healthy. God willing - ten years, twenty And twenty-five and thirty he will live.
Albert. You're lying, Jew: yes, in thirty years I'll be fifty, then the money What will I need?
Money? - money is always suitable for us at any age; But the young man in them is looking for nimble servants And not sparing sends to and fro. The old man sees in them reliable friends And protects them like the apple of his eye.
Albert. ABOUT! my father sees no servants or friends in them, but masters; and serves them himself And how does he serve? like an Algerian slave, like a chained dog. In an unheated kennel Lives, drinks water, eats dry crusts, Doesn't sleep all night, everything runs and barks And the gold lies quietly in the chests. Be quiet! someday It will serve me, forget to lie down.
Jew. Yes, at the baron's funeral more money than tears. God send you an inheritance soon.
Jew. And can b....
So - I thought that there is such a remedy ...
What remedy?
So I have an old man I know, a Jew, a poor pharmacist...
Usurer The same as you, or more honorable?
Jew. No, knight, Toviy bargaining is different. He makes drops... right, it's wonderful How they act.
What do I have in them?
Jew. Pour into a glass of water .... there will be three drops, No taste in them, no color is noticeable; And a person without pain in the stomach, Without nausea, without pain, dies.
Albert. Your old man sells poison.
Yes, and poison.
Well? loan in place of money You will offer me bottles of two hundred poison For a bottle of gold pieces. Is it so, or what?
Jew. You want to laugh at me No; I wanted... maybe you... I thought It was time for the baron to die.
Albert. How! poison your father! and you dared your son .... Ivan! hold it. And you dared me! ... Yes, you know, the soul of the Jews, Dog, snake! that I'll hang you at the gate right now.
Guilty! Sorry, I was joking.
Ivan, rope.
Jew. I... I was joking. I brought you money.
Albert. Wow, dog! (The Jew leaves.)
This is what my dear Father's stinginess brings me to! The Jew dared me What to offer! Give me a glass of wine, I'm trembling... Ivan, but I need money. Run for the damned Jew, Take his gold coins. Yes, bring me an inkwell. I will give the rogue a receipt. Yes, do not bring this Judas here ... Or no, wait, His gold coins will smell of poison, Like the pieces of silver of his ancestor .... I asked for wine.
We don't have any wine.
And what Remon sent me as a gift from Spain?
Ivan. In the evening I carried the last bottle to the Sick Smith.
Yes, I remember, I know ... So give me some water. Damn life! No, it's decided - I'll go seek justice At the duke: let my father be forced to keep Me like a son, not like a mouse, Born in the underground.
(Scenes from Chenstone's tragicomedy: The covetous Knight)
Scene I
In the tower
Albert and Ivan
Albert
By all means in the tournament
I will appear. Show me the helmet, Ivan.
Ivan gives him a helmet.
Broken through, damaged. Impossible
Put it on. I need to get a new one.
What a blow! damned Count Delorge!
Ivan
And you repaid him in kind:
How did you knock him out of the stirrups,
He lay dead for days - and hardly
Recovered.
Albert
And yet he is not at a loss;
His bib is intact Venetian,
And his own chest: he is not worth a penny;
Will not buy another one.
Why didn't I take off his helmet right there!
And I would take it off if I wasn't ashamed
I will give the duke also. Damned Count!
He'd rather punch me in the head.
And I need a dress. Last time
All the knights were sitting here in the atlas
Yes, velvet; I was alone in armor
At the ducal table. dissuaded
I mean that I got to the tournament by accident.
And now what shall I say? O poverty, poverty!
How it humiliates our hearts!
When Delorge with his heavy spear
He pierced my helmet and galloped past,
And I spurred with an open head
My Emir, rushed off like a whirlwind
And threw the count twenty paces,
Like a little page; like all ladies
They got up from their seats when Clotilde herself,
Covering her face, she screamed involuntarily,
And the heralds praised my blow, -
Then no one thought about the reason
And my courage and marvelous strength!
I got mad for the damaged helmet,
What was the fault of heroism? - stinginess.
Yes! it is not difficult to get infected here
Under the same roof as my father.
What is my poor Emir?
Ivan
He keeps limping.
You can't drive it yet.
Albert
Well, there's nothing to do: I'll buy Gnedy.
Inexpensive and asking for it.
Ivan
It's cheap, but we don't have money.
Albert
What does the loafer Solomon say?
Ivan
He says he can no longer
Loans to give you money without collateral.
Albert
Mortgage! and where can I get a mortgage, the devil!
Ivan
I said.
Albert
Ivan
Grunts and cries.
Albert
Would you tell him that my father
Rich himself, like a Jew, that sooner or later
I inherit everything.
Ivan
I told.
Albert
Ivan
It cries and groans.
Albert
What grief!
Ivan
He himself wanted to come.
Albert
Well, thank God.
I won't release it without a ransom.
They knock on the door.
A Jew enters.
Your servant is low.
Albert
Ah, buddy!
Cursed Jew, venerable Solomon,
Perhaps here: so you, I hear
Don't believe in debt.
Ah, merciful knight,
I swear to you: I would be glad ... I really can’t.
Where to get money? I'm all ruined
All the knights diligently helping.
Nobody pays. I wanted to ask you
Can't you give away some...
Albert
Robber!
Yes, if I had money,
Would I mess with you? full,
Don't be stubborn, my dear Solomon;
Come on, rednecks. Give me a hundred
Until you get frisked.
Hundred!
If only I had a hundred ducats!
Albert
Listen:
Aren't you ashamed of your friends
Don't bail out?
I swear…
Albert
Full, full.
Do you require a deposit? what nonsense!
What will I pledge to you? pig skin?
When I could pawn something, long ago
I would have sold. Or a knightly word
Is it enough for you, dog?
your word,
As long as you are alive, a lot, a lot means.
All chests of the Flemish rich
Like a talisman, it will unlock you.
But if you pass it
Me, a poor Jew, and meanwhile
Die (God forbid), then
In my hands it will be like
The key to the abandoned box in the sea.
Albert
Will my father outlive me?
How to know? our days are not numbered by us;
The young man blossomed in the evening, and now he has died,
And here are his four old men
Carry on hunched shoulders to the grave.
The Baron is healthy. God willing - ten years, twenty
And he will live twenty-five and thirty.
Albert
You're lying, Jew: yes, in thirty years
I hit fifty, then the money
What will be good for me?
Money? - money
Always, at every age are suitable for us;
But the young man in them is looking for nimble servants
And not sparing sends there, here.
The old man sees in them reliable friends
And he keeps them like the apple of his eye.
Albert
ABOUT! my father is not servants and not friends
He sees in them, but gentlemen; and serves them.
And how does it serve? like an Algerian slave
Like a dog on a chain. In an unheated kennel
Lives, drinks water, eats dry crusts,
He does not sleep all night, everything runs and barks.
And the gold is calm in the chests
Lies to himself. Be quiet! some day
It will serve me, it will forget to lie down.
Yes, at the baron's funeral
More money will be shed than tears.
God send you an inheritance soon.
Albert
And could you…
Albert
So, I thought that the remedy
There is such…
Albert
What remedy?
So -
I have an old friend
Jew, poor pharmacist...
Albert
usurer
The same as you, or more honest?
No, knight, Toviy bargaining is different -
He makes drops ... right, wonderful,
How they operate.
Albert
What do I have in them?
Pour into a glass of water ... there will be three drops,
No taste in them, no color is not noticeable;
And a man without pain in the stomach,
Dies without nausea, without pain.
Albert
Your old man sells poison.
Yes -
And poison.
Albert
Well? borrowing instead of money
You will offer me two hundred bottles of poison,
For a bottle of gold. Is it so, or what?
You want to laugh at me -
No; I wanted... maybe you... I thought
It's time for the baron to die.
Albert
How! poison your father! and dare you son ...
Ivan! hold it. And you dared me! ..
Yes, you know, Jewish soul,
Dog, snake! that I have you now
I'll hang it on the gate.
Guilty!
Sorry, I was joking.
Albert
Ivan, rope.
I... I was joking. I brought you money.
Albert
The Jew leaves.
That's what gets me
Father's own stinginess! Jew dared me
What can I offer! Give me a glass of wine
I'm trembling all over ... Ivan, however, money
I need. Run for the damned Jew,
Take his chervonets. yes here
Bring me an inkwell. I'm a swindler
I'll give you a receipt. Don't enter here
Judas of this ... Or no, wait,
His gold coins will smell of poison,
Like the pieces of silver of his ancestor...
I asked for wine.
Ivan
We have guilt
Not a drop.
Albert
And what he sent me
As a gift from Spain Remon?
Ivan
In the evening I took down the last bottle
Sick blacksmith.
Albert
Yes, I remember, I know...
So give me water. Damn life!
No, it's decided - I'll go look for justice
At the duke: let the father be forced
Hold me like a son, not like a mouse,
Born underground.
Scene II
Basement.
Baron
Like a young rake waiting for a date
With some wicked slut
Or a fool, deceived by him, so am I
I've been waiting all day for a minute to get off.
To my secret cellar, to the faithful chests.
Happy day! can i today
In the sixth chest (in the chest is still incomplete)
Pour a handful of accumulated gold.
Not much, it seems, but little by little
Treasures are growing. I read somewhere
That the king one day to his warriors
He ordered to demolish the earth handful in a heap,
And the proud hill rose - and the king
I could look around with fun from above
And the valley covered with white tents,
And the sea where the ships ran.
So I, bringing a handful of the poor
I'll get used to my tribute here in the basement,
He lifted up my hill - and from its height
I can look at everything that is subject to me.
What is not under my control? like some kind of demon
From now on I can rule the world;
If I only want, halls will be erected;
To my magnificent gardens
The nymphs will run in a frisky crowd;
And the muses will bring me their tribute,
And the free genius will enslave me,
And virtue and sleepless labor
They will humbly await my reward.
I whistle, and to me obediently, timidly
Bloodied villainy will creep in,
And he will lick my hand, and into my eyes
Look, they are a sign of my reading will.
Everything is obedient to me, but I - to nothing;
I am above all desires; I am calm;
I know my strength: I've had enough
Of this consciousness...
(Looks at his gold.)
It doesn't seem like much
And how many human worries
Deceptions, tears, prayers and curses
It is a heavyweight representative!
There is an old doubloon here... here it is. Today
The widow gave it to me, but before
With three children half a day in front of the window
She was on her knees howling.
It was raining, and stopped, and went again,
The pretender did not move; I could
Drive her away, but something whispered to me,
What a husband's debt she brought me
And he doesn't want to be in jail tomorrow.
And this one? this one brought me Thibaut -
Where was he to get, a sloth, a rogue?
Stole, of course; or maybe,
There on high road, at night, in a grove ...
Yes! if all the tears, blood and sweat,
Shed for all that is stored here,
From the bowels of the earth all suddenly came out,
That would be a flood again - I would choke b
In my cellars of the faithful. But it's time.
(Tries to open the chest.)
I every time I want a chest
My unlock, fall into heat and awe.
Not fear (oh no! who should I be afraid of?
I have my sword with me: it is responsible for gold
Honest damask), but my heart is crushing
Some unknown feeling...
Doctors assure us: there are people
Finding pleasure in killing.
When I put the key in the lock, the same
I feel like I should feel
They, plunging a knife into the victim: nice
And scary together.
(Opens chest.)
Here is my blessing!
(Throws money in.)
Go, it's enough for you to scour the world,
Serving the passions and needs of man.
Sleep here with a sleep of strength and peace,
How the gods sleep in deep skies...
I want to arrange a feast for myself today:
I will light a candle before every chest,
And I will open them all, and I will become myself
Among them look at the shining heaps.
(Lights the candles and unlocks the chests one by one.)
I reign!.. What a magical brilliance!
Obedient to me, my power is strong;
Happiness is in it, my honor and glory are in it!
I reign ... but who will follow me
Will he take over her? My heir!
Fool, young squanderer,
Debauched riotous interlocutor!
As soon as I die, he, he! come down here
Under these peaceful, mute vaults
With a crowd of caresses, greedy courtiers.
Having stolen the keys from my corpse,
He will open chests with laughter.
And my treasures will flow
In satin pockets.
He will break the sacred vessels,
He will water the dirt with royal oil -
He will squander... And by what right?
Did I get it all for nothing,
Or joking like a player who
Rattles bones and rakes piles?
Who knows how many bitter abstinences
Curbed passions, heavy thoughts,
Day cares, sleepless nights for me
Was it all worth it? Or the son will say
That my heart is overgrown with moss,
That I did not know the desires that I
And conscience never gnawed, conscience,
Clawed beast, scraping heart, conscience,
Uninvited guest, annoying interlocutor,
The creditor is rude, this witch,
From which the moon and the grave fade
Are they embarrassed and send the dead away?..
No, first suffer wealth for yourself,
And then we'll see if the unfortunate becomes
To squander what he acquired with blood.
Oh, if I could from the eyes of the unworthy
I hide the basement! oh, if only from the grave
I could come, guard shadow
Sit on the chest and away from the living
Keep my treasures, as now! ..
Scene III
In a palace.
Albert, Duke
Albert
Believe me, sir, I endured for a long time
The shame of bitter poverty. Whenever it's not extreme
You would not hear my complaints.
duke
I believe, I believe: a noble knight,
Like you, he won't blame his father
No extreme. There are few such depraved ...
Be calm: your father
I will consult in private, without noise.
I am waiting for him. We haven't seen each other for a long time.
He was a friend of my grandfather. I remember,
When I was still a child, he
He put me on his horse
And covered with his heavy helmet,
Like a bell.
(Looking out the window.)
Who is this?
Isn't he?
Albert
Yes, he is, sir.
duke
Come on
To that room. I will call you.
Albert leaves; the baron enters.
baron,
I am glad to see you cheerful and healthy.
Baron
I am happy, sir, that I was able to
Come at your command.
duke
A long time ago, baron, we parted a long time ago.
You remember me?
Baron
I, sir?
I see you now. Oh you were
The child is frisky. Me the late duke
He used to say: Philip (he called me
Always Philip), what do you say? A?
Twenty years later, right, you and I,
We will be foolish before this fellow ...
In front of you, that is...
duke
We are now acquaintance
Let's resume. You forgot my yard.
Baron
Star, sir, I am now: at court
What should I do? You are young; you like
Tournaments, holidays. And I'm on them
I'm not good enough. God give war so I
Ready, groaning, to climb back on the horse;
The old sword will still get strength
To expose you with a trembling hand.
duke
Baron, we know your diligence;
You were a friend to your grandfather; my father
I respected you. And I always thought
You faithful, brave knight - but sit down.
Do you, baron, have children?
Baron
One son.
duke
Why can't I see him?
You are bored with the yard, but it is decent
In his years and the title to be with us.
Baron
My son does not like noisy, high life;
He is wild and gloomy disposition -
Around the castle in the forests he always wanders,
Like a young deer.
duke
Not good
Him to be shy. We will immediately teach
Him for fun, for balls and tournaments.
Send it to me; appoint a son
Decent content…
You frown, you are tired from the road,
May be?
Baron
Sir, I am not tired;
But you confused me. in front of you
I would hate to confess, but I
You force me to speak about my son
What I would like to hide from you.
He, the sovereign, unfortunately, is unworthy
No mercy, no attention.
He spends his youth in a riot,
In the vices of low ...
duke
That's because
Baron, that he is alone. seclusion
And idleness destroys young people.
Send him to us: he will forget
Habits born in the wilderness.
Baron
Forgive me, but, really, sir,
I cannot agree to this...
duke
But why?
Baron
Get rid of the old man...
duke
I demand: show me the reason
Your refusal.
Baron
On my son
Angry.
duke
Baron
For a bad crime.
duke
And what, tell me, is it?
Baron
Take it easy, duke...
duke
It is very strange,
Or are you ashamed of him?
Baron
Yes... it's embarrassing...
duke
But what did he do?
Baron
He... he me
Wanted to kill.
duke
Kill! so i judge
I will betray him as a black villain.
Baron
I will not prove, even though I know
What exactly he longs for my death,
Even though I know what he tried
Me…
duke
Baron
Rob.
Albert rushes into the room.
Albert
Baron, you are lying.
duke
(son)
How dare you...
Baron
Are you here! you, you dare me!
You could say such a word to your father! ..
I lie! and before our sovereign!
Me, me... or am I not a knight?
Albert
Baron
And the thunder has not yet struck, good God!
So rise, and judge us with a sword!
(Throws down glove, son picks it up hastily.)
Albert
Thank you. Here is the first gift of the father.
duke
What did I see? what was in front of me?
The son accepted the challenge of the old father!
On what days did I put on myself
Chain of Dukes! Shut up, you fool
And you, tiger! full.
(To son.)
Drop it;
Give me this glove.
(takes her away)
Albert
(a parte)
duke
So he dug his claws into her! - a monster!
Come on: don't dare in front of my eyes
Appear as long as I myself
I won't call you.
(Albert exits.)
You poor old man
Aren't you ashamed...
Baron
Excuse me sir...
I can't stand... my knees
Weakening... stuffy!.. stuffy!.. Where are the keys?
Keys, my keys!
duke
He died. God!
Terrible age, terrible hearts!
In the tower
Albert and Ivan
Albert
By all means in the tournament
I will appear. Show me the helmet, Ivan.
Ivan gives him a helmet.
Broken through, damaged. Impossible
Put it on. I need to get a new one.
What a blow! damned Count Delorge!
Ivan
And you repaid him in kind:
How did you knock him out of the stirrups,
He lay dead for days - and hardly
Recovered.
Albert
And yet he is not at a loss;
His bib is intact Venetian,
And his own chest: he is not worth a penny;
Will not buy another one.
Why didn't I take off his helmet right there!
And I would take it off if I wasn't ashamed
I will give the duke also. Damned Count!
He'd rather punch me in the head.
And I need a dress. Last time
All the knights were sitting here in the atlas
Yes, velvet; I was alone in armor
At the ducal table. dissuaded
I mean that I got to the tournament by accident.
And now what shall I say? O poverty, poverty!
How it humiliates our hearts!
When Delorge with his heavy spear
He pierced my helmet and galloped past,
And I spurred with an open head
My Emir, rushed off like a whirlwind
And threw the count twenty paces,
Like a little page; like all ladies
They got up from their seats when Clotilde herself,
Covering her face, she screamed involuntarily,
And the heralds praised my blow, -
Then no one thought about the reason
And my courage and marvelous strength!
I got mad for the damaged helmet,
What was the fault of heroism? - stinginess.
Yes! it is not difficult to get infected here
Under the same roof as my father.
What is my poor Emir?
Ivan
He's limping.
You can't drive it yet.
Albert
Well, there's nothing to do: I'll buy Gnedy.
Inexpensive and asking for it.
Ivan
It's cheap, but we don't have money.
Albert
What does the loafer Solomon say?
Ivan
He says he can no longer
Loans to give you money without collateral.
Albert
Mortgage! and where can I get a mortgage, the devil!
Ivan
I said.
Albert
Ivan
Grunts and cries.
Albert
Would you tell him that my father
Rich himself, like a Jew, that sooner or later
I inherit everything.
Ivan
I told.
Albert
Ivan
It cries and groans.
Albert
What grief!
Ivan
He himself wanted to come.
Albert
Well, thank God.
I won't release it without a ransom.
They knock on the door.
A Jew enters.
Your servant is low.
Albert
Ah, buddy!
Cursed Jew, venerable Solomon,
Perhaps here: so you, I hear
Don't believe in debt.
Ah, merciful knight,
I swear to you: I would be glad ... I really can’t.
Where to get money? I'm all ruined
All the knights diligently helping.
Nobody pays. I wanted to ask you
Can't you give away some...
Albert
Robber!
Yes, if I had money,
Would I mess with you? full,
Don't be stubborn, my dear Solomon;
Come on, rednecks. Give me a hundred
Until you get frisked.
Hundred!
If only I had a hundred ducats!
Albert
Listen:
Aren't you ashamed of your friends
Don't bail out?
I swear…
Albert
Full, full.
Do you require a deposit? what nonsense!
What will I pledge to you? pig skin?
When I could pawn something, long ago
I would have sold. Or a knightly word
Is it enough for you, dog?
your word,
As long as you are alive, a lot, a lot means.
All chests of the Flemish rich
Like a talisman, it will unlock you.
But if you pass it
Me, a poor Jew, and meanwhile
Die (God forbid), then
In my hands it will be like
The key to the abandoned box in the sea.
Albert
Will my father outlive me?
How to know? our days are not numbered by us;
The young man blossomed in the evening, and now he has died,
And here are his four old men
Carry on hunched shoulders to the grave.
The Baron is healthy. God willing - ten, twenty years
And he will live twenty-five and thirty.
Albert
You're lying, Jew: yes, in thirty years
I hit fifty, then the money
What will be good for me?
Money? - money
Always, at every age are suitable for us;
But the young man in them is looking for nimble servants
And not sparing sends there, here.
The old man sees in them reliable friends
And he keeps them like the apple of his eye.
Albert
ABOUT! my father is not servants and not friends
He sees in them, but gentlemen; and serves them.
And how does it serve? like an Algerian slave
Like a dog on a chain. In an unheated kennel
Lives, drinks water, eats dry crusts,
He does not sleep all night, everything runs and barks.
And the gold is calm in the chests
Lies to himself. Be quiet! some day
It will serve me, it will forget to lie down.
Yes, at the baron's funeral
More money will be shed than tears.
God send you an inheritance soon.
And could you…
Albert
So, I thought that the remedy
There is such…
Albert
What remedy?
So -
I have an old friend
Jew, poor pharmacist...
Albert
usurer
The same as you, or more honest?
No, knight, Toviy bargaining is different -
He makes drops ... right, wonderful,
How they operate.
Albert
What do I have in them?
Pour into a glass of water ... there will be three drops,
No taste in them, no color is not noticeable;
And a man without pain in the stomach,
Dies without nausea, without pain.
Albert
Your old man sells poison.
Yes -
And poison.
Albert
Well? borrowing instead of money
You will offer me two hundred bottles of poison,
For a bottle of gold. Is it so, or what?
You want to laugh at me -
No; I wanted... maybe you... I thought
It's time for the baron to die.
Albert
How! poison your father! and dare you son ...
Ivan! hold it. And you dared me! ..
Yes, you know, Jewish soul,
Dog, snake! that I have you now
I'll hang it on the gate.
Guilty!
Sorry, I was joking.
Albert
Ivan, rope.
I... I was joking. I brought you money.
Albert
The Jew leaves.
That's what gets me
Father's own stinginess! Jew dared me
What can I offer! Give me a glass of wine
I'm trembling all over ... Ivan, however, money
I need. Run for the damned Jew,
Take his chervonets. yes here
Bring me an inkwell. I'm a swindler
I'll give you a receipt. Don't enter here
Judas of this ... Or no, wait,
His gold coins will smell of poison,
Like the pieces of silver of his ancestor...
I asked for wine.
Ivan
We have guilt
Not a drop.
Albert
And what he sent me
As a gift from Spain Remon?
Ivan
In the evening I took down the last bottle
Sick blacksmith.
Albert
Yes, I remember, I know...
So give me water. Damn life!
No, it's decided - I'll go look for justice
At the duke: let the father be forced
Hold me like a son, not like a mouse,
Born underground.
Scene II
Basement.
Baron
Like a young rake waiting for a date
With some wicked slut
Or a fool, deceived by him, so am I
I've been waiting all day for a minute to get off.
To my secret cellar, to the faithful chests.
Happy day! can i today
In the sixth chest (in the chest is still incomplete)
Pour a handful of accumulated gold.
Not much, it seems, but little by little
Treasures are growing. I read somewhere
That the king one day to his warriors
He ordered to demolish the earth handful in a heap,
And the proud hill rose - and the king
I could look around with fun from above
And the valley covered with white tents,
And the sea where the ships ran.
So I, bringing a handful of the poor
I'll get used to my tribute here in the basement,
He lifted up my hill - and from its height
I can look at everything that is subject to me.
What is not under my control? like some kind of demon
From now on I can rule the world;
If I just want, halls will be erected;
To my magnificent gardens
The nymphs will run in a frisky crowd;
And the muses will bring me their tribute,
And the free genius will enslave me,
And virtue and sleepless labor
They will humbly await my reward.
I whistle, and to me obediently, timidly
Bloodied villainy will creep in,
And he will lick my hand, and into my eyes
Look, they are a sign of my reading will.
Everything is obedient to me, but I - to nothing;
I am above all desires; I am calm;
I know my strength: I've had enough
Of this consciousness...
(Looks at his gold.)
It doesn't seem like much
And how many human worries
Deceptions, tears, prayers and curses
It is a heavyweight representative!
There is an old doubloon here…. here he is. Today
The widow gave it to me, but before
With three children half a day in front of the window
She was on her knees howling.
It was raining, and stopped, and went again,
The pretender did not move; I could
Drive her away, but something whispered to me,
What a husband's debt she brought me
And he doesn't want to be in jail tomorrow.
And this one? this one brought me Thibault -
Where was he to get, a sloth, a rogue?
Stole, of course; or maybe,
There, on the high road, at night, in the grove...
Yes! if all the tears, blood and sweat,
Shed for all that is stored here,
From the bowels of the earth all suddenly came out,
That would be a flood again - I would choke
In my cellars of the faithful. But it's time.
(Tries to open the chest.)
I every time I want a chest
My unlock, fall into heat and awe.
Not fear (oh no! who should I be afraid of?
I have my sword with me: it is responsible for gold
Honest damask), but my heart is crushing
Some unknown feeling...
Doctors assure us: there are people
Finding pleasure in killing.
When I put the key in the lock, the same
I feel like I should feel
They, plunging a knife into the victim: nice
And scary together.
(Opens chest.)
Here is my blessing!
(Throws money in.)
Go, it's enough for you to scour the world,
Serving the passions and needs of man.
Sleep here with a sleep of strength and peace,
How the gods sleep in deep skies...
I want to arrange a feast for myself today:
I will light a candle before every chest,
And I will open them all, and I will become myself
Among them look at the shining heaps.
(Lights the candles and unlocks the chests one by one.)
I reign!.. What a magical brilliance!
Obedient to me, my power is strong;
Happiness is in it, my honor and glory are in it!
I reign ... but who will follow me
Will he take over her? My heir!
Fool, young squanderer,
Debauched riotous interlocutor!
As soon as I die, he, he! come down here
Under these peaceful, mute vaults
With a crowd of caresses, greedy courtiers.
Having stolen the keys from my corpse,
He will open chests with laughter.
And my treasures will flow
In satin pockets.
He will break the sacred vessels,
He will water the dirt with royal oil -
He will squander... And by what right?
Did I get it all for nothing,
Or joking like a player who
Rattles bones and rakes piles?
Who knows how many bitter abstinences
Curbed passions, heavy thoughts,
Day cares, sleepless nights for me
Was it all worth it? Or the son will say
That my heart is overgrown with moss,
That I did not know the desires that I
And conscience never gnawed, conscience,
Clawed beast, scraping heart, conscience,
Uninvited guest, annoying interlocutor,
The creditor is rude, this witch,
From which the moon and the grave fade
Are they embarrassed and send the dead away?..
No, first suffer wealth for yourself,
And then we'll see if the unfortunate becomes
To squander what he acquired with blood.
Oh, if I could from the eyes of the unworthy
I hide the basement! oh, if only from the grave
I could come, guard shadow
Sit on the chest and away from the living
Keep my treasures, as now! ..
In a palace.
Albert
Believe me, sir, I endured for a long time
The shame of bitter poverty. Whenever it's not extreme
You would not hear my complaints.
duke
I believe, I believe: a noble knight,
Like you, he won't blame his father
No extreme. There are few such depraved ...
Be calm: your father
I will consult in private, without noise.
I am waiting for him. We haven't seen each other for a long time.
He was a friend of my grandfather. I remember,
When I was still a child, he
He put me on his horse
And covered with his heavy helmet,
Like a bell.
(Looking out the window.)
Who is this?
Isn't he?
Albert
Yes, he is, sir.
duke
Come on
To that room. I will call you.
Albert leaves; the baron enters.
baron,
I am glad to see you cheerful and healthy.
Baron
I am happy, sir, that I was able to
Come at your command.
duke
A long time ago, baron, we parted a long time ago.
You remember me?
Baron
I, sir?
I see you now. Oh you were
The child is frisky. Me the late duke
He used to say: Philip (he called me
Always Philip), what do you say? A?
Twenty years later, right, you and I,
We will be foolish before this fellow ...
In front of you, that is...
duke
We are now acquaintance
Let's resume. You forgot my yard.
Baron
Star, sir, I am now: at court
What should I do? You are young; you like
Tournaments, holidays. And I'm on them
I'm not good enough. God give war so I
Ready, groaning, to climb back on the horse;
The old sword will still get strength
To expose you with a trembling hand.
duke
Baron, we know your diligence;
You were a friend to your grandfather; my father
I respected you. And I always thought
You faithful, brave knight - but sit down.
Do you, baron, have children?
Baron
One son.
duke
Why can't I see him?
You are bored with the yard, but it is decent
In his years and the title to be with us.
Baron
My son does not like noisy, high life;
He is wild and gloomy disposition -
Around the castle in the forests he always wanders,
Like a young deer.
duke
Not good
Him to be shy. We will immediately teach
Him for fun, for balls and tournaments.
Send it to me; appoint a son
Decent content…
You frown, you are tired from the road,
May be?
Baron
Sir, I am not tired;
But you confused me. in front of you
I would hate to confess, but I
You force me to speak about my son
What I would like to hide from you.
He, the sovereign, unfortunately, is unworthy
No mercy, no attention.
He spends his youth in a riot,
In the vices of low ...
duke
That's because
Baron, that he is alone. seclusion
And idleness destroys young people.
Send him to us: he will forget
Habits born in the wilderness.
Baron
Forgive me, but, really, sir,
I cannot agree to this...
duke
But why?
Baron
Get rid of the old man...
duke
I demand: show me the reason
Your refusal.
Baron
On my son
Angry.
duke
Baron
For a bad crime.
duke
And what, tell me, is it?
Baron
Take it easy, duke...
duke
It is very strange,
Or are you ashamed of him?
Baron
Yes... it's embarrassing...
duke
But what did he do?
Baron
He... he me
Wanted to kill.
duke
Kill! so i judge
I will betray him as a black villain.
Baron
I will not prove, even though I know
What exactly he longs for my death,
Even though I know what he tried
Me…
duke
Baron
Rob.
Albert rushes into the room.
Albert
Baron, you are lying.
duke
(son)
How dare you...
Baron
Are you here! you, you dare me!
You could say such a word to your father! ..
I lie! and before our sovereign!
Me, me... or am I not a knight?
Albert
Baron
And the thunder has not yet struck, good God!
So rise, and judge us with a sword!
(Throws down glove, son picks it up hastily.)
Albert
Thank you. Here is the first gift of the father.
duke
What did I see? what was in front of me?
The son accepted the challenge of the old father!
On what days did I put on myself
Chain of Dukes! Shut up, you fool
And you, tiger! full.
(To son.)
Drop it;
Give me this glove
(takes it away).
Albert
duke
So he dug his claws into her! - a monster!
Come on: don't dare in front of my eyes
Appear as long as I myself
I won't call you.
(Albert exits.)
You poor old man
Aren't you ashamed...
Baron
Excuse me sir...
I can't stand... my knees
Weakening... stuffy!.. stuffy!.. Where are the keys?
Keys, my keys!
duke
He died. God!
Terrible age, terrible hearts!
