#Auguste Le Bris
Text
Printemps 1918, Al Simhara, Égypte (8/20)
L’organisation de la cérémonie me donna l'occasion de recontacter de vieux amis, que je souhaitais inviter. C’est ainsi que j’obtins des nouvelles de Heather, la veuve de feu le Capitaine Delacroix, qui est aussi l’infirmière à qui je dois ma vie sauve. Elle est rentrée chez elle à Vancouver où elle a ouvert un institut destiné aux orphelins de guerre. Elle me fit part de ses regrets de ne pas pouvoir assister à la cérémonie à si bref préavis, mais nous envoya une élégante couronne de fleurs en tissus en guise de cadeau de mariage.
[Transcription]
Earnest Simmon : Ce mariage est une chance pour nos deux familles. En associant nos fortunes, toi et moi, nous allons pouvoir bâtir un empire.
Louise Le Bris : Je n’y compterais pas trop si j’étais toi, et je continuerais d’investir sur mon bien propre.
Earnest Simmon : Qu’est-ce que tu entends par là ?
Louise Le Bris : C’est Lucien qui va hériter, pas moi, et très honnêtement, c’est mieux comme ça. Je n’ai pas envie d’hériter des dettes.
Earnest Simmon : Des dettes ?
Louise Le Bris : Les Le Bris n’ont plus d’argent. Mon père ne travaille pas, il gaspille toute la fortune amassée par Grand-Père dans ses voyages.
Louise Le Bris : *s’étire* Nous gagnons bien quelques dividendes par les élevages Le Bris, qui sont administrés par notre grand-oncle, et il y a sa pension d’invalidité, mais cela n’est pas suffisant pour couvrir toutes ses dépenses. C’est pour cela que ni Marie, ni Agathon ne sont pas en pension.
Earnest Simmon : Je ne le savais pas.
Louise Le Bris : De toute manière, avec la fortune de ta famille, on sera largement à l’abri du besoin.
#ts3#simblr#legacy challenge#history challenge#decades challenge#lebris#lebrisgen3ter#Jules Le Bris#Louise Le Bris II#Marie Le Bris III#Agathon Le Bris#Earnest Simmon#Auguste Le Bris#Joseph Bernard#Heather Delacroix
8 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Automne 1899 - Champs-les-Sims
1/4
Cher cousin,
Constantin n’hésiterai sans doute pas à vendre tous nos biens pour quelques minutes passées dans cette fantastique bibliothèque. Il souhaiterai également savoir si vous avez eu la chance de rencontrer un certain Victor Loret, qui travaille à la direction des Antiquités Egyptiennes (ou quelque chose du genre) me semble-t-il. Il est actuellement plongé dans son ouvrage et vous suggère par ailleurs de lui poser des questions sur la tombe KV35. Victor Loret a publié un article à ce sujet, mais il n’a pas encore réussi à se le procurer. Il pense que pour un aventurier tel que vous, une telle découverte devrait être très intéressante. Il n’a pas eu le temps de m’en dire plus, donc je me demande ce qu’on a pu y découvrir de si époustouflant pour qu’il ait l’air si jaloux de vous savoir là-bas et pas lui. Quand j’ai appris que La Bourgogne avait sombré corps et bien, j’ai remercié Dieu que vous soyez déjà plus à son bord. Je ne sais pas si la nouvelle est arrivée jusque chez vous, mais ici, cela a fait la une des journaux.
J’ai par ailleurs été peiné d’apprendre le décès de votre père. Grand-Mère a dit d’un ton sentencieux que c’était la fin d’une aire. Votre père a été bien plus chanceux que moi savez vous ? Il a pu correspondre durant quelques temps avec ma mère. D’elle, il ne me reste même pas une lettre. Auriez-vous l’obligeance de demander à votre épouse de jeter un coup d’oeil pour moi ? Peut-être votre père en avait-il conservé quelque part. Grand-Mère me parle assez peu d’elle, et étant devenu père, son souvenir revient parfois me hanter. Je ne connais personne qui l’ai suffisamment connu pour répondre de façon satisfaisante à mes questions. Et je cogite parfois la nuit à me demander quelle mère elle aurait pu être si elle avait vécut libre. J’aimerai à défaut savoir quel genre de femme elle était.
#lebris#lebrisgens4#legacy challenge#decades challenge#history challenge#nohomechallenge#ts3#Sims 3#Sims Stories#simblr#Adelphe Barbois#Jules Le Bris#Alexandre Barbois#Constantin Le Bris#eugénie le bris#Auguste Le Bris#Lazarine Le Bris#Jeanne Daville
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Opera Simplified #7: Les Huguenots—Part I
Les Huguenots
(The Huguenots)
Opera Simplified #7
The Basics:
Music: Giacomo Meyerbeer
Libretto: Augustin Eugène Scribe and Émile de Saint-Amand Deschamps
Premiere: February 29, 1836; Salle Le Peletier (Opéra national de Paris), Paris, France.
Based on: No direct source material except history, although some scenes (but not the overall plot) are likely very loosely based on scenes from Prosper Mérimée’s 1829 novel Chronique du règne du Charles IX (Chronicle of the Reign of Charles IX).
Setting: The French province of Touraine (Acts I-II) and Paris, France (Acts III-V); August 1572.
Characters:
Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France, sister of King Charles IX, and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre—soprano
Urbain, her favorite page—soprano*
Valentine de Saint-Bris, her favorite lady-in-waiting—soprano*
Raoul de Nangis, a Huguenot nobleman—tenor
Marcel, his servant and formerly grandfather’s ward, also a seasoned soldier—bass
Le Comte de Saint-Bris, Valentine’s father, leader of the Catholic noble faction, and governor of the Louvre—bass-baritone
Le Comte de Nevers, Valentine’s fiancé, a Catholic nobleman—baritone
Tavannes, also a Catholic nobleman—tenor
Cossé, another Catholic nobleman—tenor
Thoré, yet another Catholic nobleman—tenor
de Retz, still another Catholic nobleman—baritone
Méru, there are way too many extra Catholic noblemen in this opera—baritone
Maurevert, *sigh* ditto except he’s a Special Plotting One in Act III—baritone
Léonard, Nevers’ valet—tenor**
Bois-Rosé, a Huguenot captain—tenor
A nightwatchman—bass
A Catholic student—tenor
Two ladies-in-waiting—sopranos
Two Catholic girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano
Two Roma girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano
Three monks—tenor and two basses
Henri de Bourbon, the Huguenot King of Navarre and Marguérite’s eventual husband—silent
*Note: While Urbain and Valentine were intended to be sung by sopranos, both roles have a history of being cast with mezzo-sopranos, although this is much more extensive in the case of Urbain than of Valentine.
**In some productions and recordings, Léonard is turned into a trouser role mezzo.
A Note Before I Recommend Recordings: The performance and recording history of this opera is…exceedingly complicated. A lot of this is due to a combination of there being LOTS of revisions and cuts over the years, including large chunks of music cut before the premiere, parts of which have since been restored. A critical edition was prepared approximately a decade ago; however, the score/libretto still has not been made available to the general public (possibly because there are some differences in the scenes from original to premiere) and no full recording—either audio or visual—has been made of said edition (although someone did splice together a recording from multiple recordings that comes very close and which was instrumental in the making of this Opera Simplified.)
Further adding to the problem is that while several productions in the last decade have been either audio or visual recorded, all of them use different pieces of the critical edition and none of them are complete or add up to a complete reading. As such, yours truly is working with as much material as she can but this Opera Simplified is not and cannot be truly complete.
[Last note: this also means that while I have done my very best to provide clips that are as complete as possible, a) the level of completeness of any given excerpt may vary and b) some of the clips will overlap.]
Recommended Video Recordings:
The Sydney 1990 production is rather heavily cut but great for a first-timer (source: this recording is what made me fall in love with this opera). Also, this is actually a recording of Dame Joan Sutherland’s final ever full staged performance of any opera, so this is opera history.
The Montpellier 1990 production is an excellent and much-less cut traditional option as well.
The Brussels 2011 (Part I; Part II) and Geneva 2020 productions are both somewhat “out there” direction wise (the latter more than the former) but both are excellent shows overall.
The Paris 2018 production is worth a watch if only for Lisette Oropesa as Marguérite (although that cast is for the most part very good).
Recommended Audio Recordings:
If you can find the Diederich Montpellier 1988 recording, a) snap it up ASAP and b) PLEASE SEND IT TO ME because it was online for a while but then it disappeared and it hasn’t been available for streaming ANYWHERE online for over three years now.
The Bonynge 1970 recording is overall quite good, except the Raoul isn’t great.
This audio recording of a Berlin 2016 performance is overall very good (Juan Diego Flórez as Raoul!!!), although I’m still mad at the Deutsche Oper Berlin for not filming this production.
This Vienna 1971 performance is VERY heavily cut but what we have is really good.
And if you love balls-to-the-wall singing and don’t care about pesky things like French language and style or cuts (no judgment here though, we all need some straight up balls-to-the-wall sometimes) this legendary La Scala 1962 recording is nothing to scoff at.
Shoutout to @carlodivarga-s and @monotonous-minutia for being the best readers/idea-bouncer-offers a writer could’ve ever asked for.
The Opera, Very Simplified: “Way out yonder somewheres, the Lord’s great heart must break at seein’ how men treat one another an’ say they’re doin’ it all for His sake.” -Carlisle Floyd, Susannah, Act I, Scene 5
(btw if you haven’t seen or listened to Susannah, go do so asap. Here’s a recording with Cheryl Studer, Samuel Ramey, and Jerry Hadley.)
ACTUALLY, I lied when I said this was the last note. One more note:
If you are reading this Opera Simplified on the date of its publication, you are reading it on August 24, 2022 (at least in Paris time, which is 7 hours ahead of the author’s time zone). This is deliberate, and you will learn the reason why before too long.
THE OPERA (or at least the first three acts of it):
Overture **
ACT I:
Here’s a quick introduction to the French Wars of Religion up until when our story begins.
Early afternoon, a hall in the summer chateau of the Comte de Nevers in Touraine. At the back are several large windows opening onto a lawn and gardens. On the right is a door leading to the rest of the house; on the left is a window covered by a light curtain, which separates the hall from a private chapel. Nevers is hosting his bachelor party, to which he has invited several other Catholic noblemen.
Nevers: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Oh, you want me to say that more eloquently? Okay, fine. Let’s enjoy the beautiful days of our youth, let’s be joyful, let’s get drunk, let’s enjoy these moments because time is flying by and soon we won’t be able to have these moments again!
Nobles: YEAH WHAT HE SAID BECAUSE TIME IS FLYING BY FAST
Nevers: Let’s dedicate our lives to fun and frivolousness and forget EVERYTHING except pleasure!!!
Nobles: YEAH WHAT HE SAID LET’S FORGET EVERYTHING
Nevers: Everything except pleasure.
Nobles: YEAH YOU’RE RIGHT WHAT YOU SAID EVERYTHING EXCEPT PLEASURE
Nevers: Are you all just going to keep repeating everything I say?
Nobles: …maybe.
Nevers: Well, then, at least we’re all in agreement! Say it with me!
Nevers and Nobles: LET’S ENJOY THE BEAUTIFUL DAYS OF YOUTH AND HAVE FUN BECAUSE TIME IS FLYING BY FAST SO LET’S DEDICATE OUR LIVES TO FUN AND FORGET EVERYTHING EXCEPT PLEASURE
Tavannes: Our most generous, esteemed host and lord of this enchanting place, dear Nevers…hello?
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T WE EATING YET I’M HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Nobles: US TOO SO WHY AREN’T WE SITTING DOWN TO EAT YET
Nevers: We’re still waiting on a guest. We have to be civilized, yes?
Nobles: Who is it?
Nevers: He’s a young gentleman who just got a commission to join our military forces. He got a recommendation from Admiral Coligny— ***
Nobles: WAIT WAIT WAIT HE’S A HUGUENOT?!?!
Nevers: Well, yes. But remember: the King is reconciling with the Huguenots and he wants everyone else to do the same. Admiral Coligny and the Medicis even swore before God to have eternal peace between Catholics and Protestants.
So be nice.
Tavannes: That peace won’t last long!
Nobles: Not long at all!
Nevers: What does all this matter to us anyway?
*Raoul enters through the back and the nobles all see him.*
Tavannes: Who’s that person coming from over there?
Nevers: That’s our guest. Everyone, meet Raoul de Nangis.
Thoré: He seems gloomy…
Méru: …Or bored!
Tavannes: That’s just what happens when you’re Protestant! All that dogma and absolutely no fun.
De Retz: I’d like to amuse myself with him!
Nevers: And I’d like to convert him!
Tavannes: You want to convert him?
Nevers: I want to convert him to the true gods, love and pleasure!
…What did you think I meant, Catholicism?
Nobles: Well, yes. BUT CONVERTING HIM TO LOVE AND PLEASURE IS A MUCH BETTER IDEA
*Raoul and Nevers greet each other.*
Raoul: Hello! I just have to say, what an honor it is for little old me to be here beneath this beautiful Touraine sky, in the company of the most brilliant and distinguished gentlemen the court has to offer! I’m just a simple soldier from the provinces and basically no one important knows me, so really, what an honor to be invited here with all of you!
Nevers: *softly* Really, everyone, he’s not bad at all…
Cossé: He’s very nice!
Tavannes: But he’s so awkward; you can obviously tell he’s from the provinces.
Nevers: But we’ll polish him up and he’ll surely improve!
Cossé: YES WE WILL
Nevers: After all, this is a favor to the court of the new Prince Henri! ****
Raoul: I’m just a simple soldier from the provinces and basically no one important knows me, so really, what an honor to be invited here with all of you!
Nevers: Really, he’s not bad, and we’ll polish him up, make a society man out of him!
Nobles: Yeah, what you said! He’s quite decent!
Raoul: WHAT AN HONOR IT IS
Nevers: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LET’S EAT
Nobles: WOOHOO FUCKIN FINALLY COME ON LET’S EAT
*A table overflowing with food and wine is brought in. Everyone sits down to eat.*
Nobles: WE LOVE FEASTS THEY ARE THE ONLY TRUE HAPPINESS BECAUSE THEY’LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN ALSO DRINK UP EVERYONE AND LET BACCHUS ALONE RULE THE FEAST
Nevers and Méru: Pour out the wines…
Nobles: …of Touraine!
Tavannes and Cossé: Wine causes us…
Nobles: …TO SING HAPPY SONGS
Tavannes and Cossé: And let’s drown…
Nobles: …our woes…
Tavannes and Cossé: …and our discretions…
Nobles: …by getting drunk! EVERYBODY SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS
Nevers, Méru, Tavannes, and Cossé: YEAH LET’S GET WASTED AND SING SONGS AND FORGET ALL OUR PROBLEMS AND OUR DISCRETIONS WOOHOO
Everyone: THE PLEASURES OF THE TABLE WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN ANYWAY LET’S GET WASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED
*Everyone except Raoul is now probably at least a little drunk.*
Nevers: Servants, remember to pour the wine generously! And get some fresh wine in here!
Alright, Raoul, let’s drink to our mistresses!
Raoul: Um…but I don’t have a mistress.
Nevers: But I’d bet just by looking at you, and that tender and languid look on your face, that you’re in loooooooooooove.
Raoul: Who, me? In love?
Nevers: It’s more likely than you think. Besides, we’re young and free, we’re allowed to love! Not me for much longer though. I’m getting married tomorrow and technically this is actually my bachelor party. I’ve promised: when I get married, I’ll remain good and faithful, I’ll renounce all passion…
And since the day it got out that I was engaged, the ladies of the court have been pursuing me even more relentlessly! I simply can’t keep up with all of them!
Tavannes: I HAVE AN IDEA LET’S ALL TELL STORIES ABOUT GIRLS WE’VE KNOWN
Nevers: That’s a great idea! Newcomer goes first.
Nobles: THAT’S HOW IT GOES AFTER ALL
Raoul: Very well, gladly. I can do it without compromising the woman who’s stolen my heart.
Nevers: SO I WAS RIGHT anyway, before you start, who is she?
Raoul: Here’s the thing: I have no idea. I think she knows who I am, but I have no clue about her, actually.
Nevers: What’s her name?
Raoul: I don’t even know that.
Nevers: Really??? OKAY EVERYONE LISTEN UP THIS STORY IS BOUND TO BE REALLY SPICY
Raoul: SO, I was just wandering around the countryside, not far from the old towers and ramparts of Amboise, when suddenly I saw this grand carriage at a bend in the road. But the real thing that caught my attention was that the carriage had been stopped by this big crowd of students!
They were being so loud and bold and rude, and I figured out right away what they were trying to pull with that, so I started running towards them, and they all fled like the cowards they were! And then I approached the carriage so I could check and make sure that whoever was inside was okay…
And then…with my own two eyes, I saw the most enchanting person to have ever graced the world! So fair, so pure—even purer than a spring day—she was a dazzling angel! How beautiful she was! And I was in love right away…I couldn’t help but bow before her, and I remember just what I said to her:
“Beautiful angel, queen of love, heavenly beauty, I want to love you forever, I will love you forever!”
Nobles: WHAT A CHARMING STORY BUT TBH IT’S KINDA LAME THAT HE’D BE SO ENCHANTED AND WEAK AND NAIVE BECAUSE OF TWO PRETTY EYES
Raoul: BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE
When she heard me pour my heart out to her, she smiled the sweetest smile in the world, and it told me she felt the same way! And I could see it in her eyes too…
I’m faithful to her, and my heart still burns for her, and sometimes I repeat those same words to myself and remember:
“Beautiful angel, queen of love, heavenly beauty, I want to love you forever, I will love you forever!”
Nobles: HIS FORTHRIGHTNESS AND HIS STORY ARE CHARMING BUT BUT TBH IT’S KINDA LAME THAT HE’D BE SO ENCHANTED AND WEAK AND NAIVE BECAUSE OF TWO PRETTY EYES SOME LOVE THIS MUST BE
Raoul: AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU
*Marcel appears in the doorway at the back.*
Tavannes: Uh, who’s that?
Raoul: This is an old servant of mine—he’s been around since I was born!
Marcel: WHERE’S RAOUL
*One of the guests points to Raoul.*
(Oh God! He’s mingling with them?)
MASTER, GOD TELLS US TO NOT FEAST WITH THE WICKED
Méru: Ha, he’s a true saint of Israel!
Marcel: IN THE CAMP OF THE PHILISTINES
Nevers and Nobles: Excuse you?
Raoul: Sorry, everyone; please forgive him! My grandfather took him in and raised him up on Luther between a sword and the Bible! So he’s…a bit zealous. He hates women. And the Pope. And Hell.
Marcel: THAT’S EXACTLY RIGHT
Raoul: But really, he’s great—faithful, heroic, and a sensitive soul at heart. In short, he’s a true diamond in the rough!
*He pulls Marcel aside and whispers to him.*
Come wait on us and be quiet.
*Marcel opens his mouth to reply, but Raoul cuts him off.*
Be quiet if at all possible! Seriously, Marcel, please don’t embarrass me in front of all my potential frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeends.
Marcel: Very well, fine!
*Raoul returns to the table.*
(But how can I save him from them?)
Nevers, Méru, and de Retz: LET’S TOAST TO OUR MISTRESSES
Raoul, Tavannes, and Cossé: A TOAST TO THE SOLE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTIONS
Marcel: ENOUGH OF THIS LUTHER COME SAVE HIM FROM EVIL AND COME MIX YOUR VOICE OF THUNDER WITH THEIR HELLISH SONGS
*He begins to sing.*
O LORD YOU ARE THE STRENGTH AND ONLY SUPPORT OF US WEAK SOULS WHO WORSHIP YOU… *****
*Nevers offers Raoul a glass of wine.*
Nevers: Here, drink, it’ll—
Raoul: No!
*He lowers his eyes and nervously sets down the glass.*
Marcel: …AND NO SUFFERING CHRISTIAN EVER CALLS UPON YOU IN VAIN!
Méru: What’s he singing?
Raoul: That’s a Lutheran hymn we always sing in times of danger.
Marcel: O LORD THE ETERNAL TEMPTER IS ARMING HIMSELF WITH CUNNING AND WRATH TO DESTROY US SO COME SAVE US ONCE AGAIN O LORD
Cossé: Wait! The more I look at him, the more he reminds me of a certain soldier from La Rochelle—******
Marcel: Really? You recognize me?
Cossé: By God, I think so!
*He gestures to a scar he has and Marcel looks at it.*
This large wound—
Marcel: YUP THAT CAME FROM ME
Raoul: Oh God, Marcel!
Cossé: No worries! It was a true fair fight! And to prove it, I offer you this: have a glass with me!
Marcel: I do not drink, thank you very much.
Cossé: At least not with a son of Hell, eh?
Raoul: I’M SO SORRY PLEASE EXCUSE HIM
Nevers: Well, if he doesn’t drink, then let him sing!
Raoul: I really don’t think that’s a good idea—
Nobles: HE HAS TO SING LET HIM SING
Marcel: Gladly! I’ll sing an old Huguenot song denouncing all Papists and members of that damnable sex!
All of you, especially you with that wound I gave you, should know it: it’s our battle song, the one we sang during the fighting at La Rochelle!
Raoul: MARCEL! Oh, for fu—uh, fiddlesticks—great.
Marcel: You remember? It was then, to the accompaniment of the drums and the cymbals and the piff, paff, poof of the musket balls, that I sang:
Piff, paff, piff, paff!
DOWN WITH THE MONKS AND CONVENTS AND WAR AND MISFORTUNE TO ALL PAPISTS BECAUSE WE’LL PURGE THEIR TEMPLES OF HELL WITH FIRE AND SWORD CRUSH THEM AND STAB THEM AND STRIKE THEM ALL DOWN PIFF PAFF POOF PIFF
Let them cry, let them die, but never show mercy!
Nobles: HAHAHAHAHA ADMIRE HIS SWEET NATURE AND FORGIVE US HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Tavannes and Cossé: Oh, please do forgive us! Ha ha!
Marcel: …Is this some sort of joke to you?
SECOND VERSE NOT THE SAME AS THE FIRST A LITTLE BIT LOUDER AND A LITTLE BIT WORSE
MY ARM NEVER EVEN TREMBLED WHEN WOMEN WEPT BECAUSE ALL WOMEN ARE DELILAHS WHO CAUSE THE RUIN OF MEN’S SOULS SO CURSE THEM ALL AND LET’S DESTROY THEIR HELLISH CHARMS WITH OUR SWORDS AND DRIVE THEM OUT AND HUNT THEM DOWN AND STRIKE DOWN THOSE DEMONS PIFF PAFF POOF PIFF
Let them cry, let them die, but never show mercy!
*Léonard, Nevers’ valet, appears at the back with a veiled woman. The woman disappears into the gardens and Léonard enters the hall.*
Léonard: There’s someone who has requested to speak to the Count de Nevers!
Nevers: I DON’T CARE WHO IT IS EVEN IF IT’S THE KING HIMSELF TELL THEM I’M NOT HOME
When I’m drinking and dining with all my friends, I don’t even care about the God of the universe!
Marcel: THAT’S CALLED BLASPHEMY AND THAT’S NOT ALLOWED IN THE CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER
Léonard: But sir, it’s a pretty, young woman!
Nevers: A WOMAN??? Goodness me, really, you all would not believe the lengths the ladies go to chase me every single day!
Léonard: She’s waiting in your private chapel.
Nevers: Let her wait!
Tavannes and Cossé: THAT’S NOT RIGHT AT ALL I’LL GO REPLACE YOU LIKE A TRUE GENTLEMAN OF THE COURT
de Retz and Méru: NO I WILL
Nevers: I’d gladly let you! But wait: Léonard, which one is she? The Marquise d’Entrague or that young Countess?
Léonard: Um, neither.
Nevers: Oh! Madame de Raincy, then?
Léonard: No, my lord, I’ve actually never seen this one here before.
Nevers: A NEW CONQUEST! Well, that changes things; after all, today is my last day as a bachelor. I’ll go see her right away…if only out of curiosity!
Dear guests, please excuse me. Continue to enjoy yourselves and don’t hold up the party just because I’m gone for a bit. Though passion means I’m absent for a little while, I’m sure I’ll be back with all of you before long, if you know what I mean. Have fun, everyone!
*He leaves through the back door with Léonard.*
Tavannes: What a delightfully strange thing to happen at a party!
de Retz: Surely he’ll have the best time of us all!
Nobles: What a delightfully strange happening! Everything is turning out great for him and surely he’ll have the best time of us all! We have to remain quiet about it so he doesn’t overhear us, but how I wish I was the hero of this escapade!
Tavannes and Thoré: HOW I WISH I WAS THE HERO
Nobles: WE WISH WE WERE THE ONES GETTING VISITED BY PRETTY LADIES
*Marcel pulls Raoul aside and begins to scold him for coming to the party and fraternizing with the Catholics. As a result, neither of them are able to hear anything else going on.*
de Retz: But who is that beauty he’s talking to?
Cossé: I, for one, would like to know!
Méru and Cossé: Can’t we even get close enough to see her?
Tavannes: WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA AND IT’S FOOLPROOF so they’re in that private chapel, right? Right. See, there’s a window covered by that light curtain and it looks right into the chapel—
Nobles: THAT’S THE BEST IDEA EVER
Tavannes: I HAD THE IDEA I GET TO LOOK FIRST
*He parts the curtain enough to be able to look into the window.*
de Retz: TELL US WHAT YOU SEE
Tavannes: I SEE HER
Cossé: Is she pretty?
Tavannes: SHE’S HOT
*The nobles all run to the window and start pushing each other to get a look at the window.*
de Retz: MY TURN
Cossé: I SEE HER
Thoré: SHE’S DIVINE
Méru: SHE HAS SUCH AN ELEGANT FIGURE
Tavannes: Do you know her?
Méru: NOPE
Cossé: How about you?
de Retz: ALSO NOPE
Tavannes: How about you?
Cossé: ALSO ALSO NOPE
Nobles: LET ME SEE HEY NO PUSHING IT’S MY TURN DO ANY OF YOU KNOW HER BECAUSE WE SURE AS FUCK DON’T WELL I GUESS NONE OF US KNOW HER BUT SHE’S SO CHARMING AND YOUTHFUL AND NEVERS MUST BE SO HAPPY TO HAVE SUCH A PRETTY MISTRESS
*de Retz notices that Raoul has been completely oblivious to all of this.*
de Retz: Huh! Raoul, you’re the only one who hasn’t even shown the slightest hint of interest! Awe you scawed?
Do you think that seeing such a pretty young woman will somehow make you betray your faith, like how chaste all you Huguenot men are?
Raoul: Very funny. But really, you judge us too highly, and I’ll go ahead and prove it to you right now—
*He looks in the window.*
OH MY GOD
Nobles: What’s the matter?
Raoul: THAT WOMAN IS THE SAME WOMAN I WAS TELLING YOU ALL ABOUT EARLIER MY LIFE IS OVER
Nobles: It’s HER?!?!
Raoul: I RECOGNIZE HER PLAIN AS DAY
Nobles: It’s her??? Ah, poor lover, in his naïveté, he believed she was a pure woman, but she’s already someone else’s mistress! Ha!
Raoul: Oh, come on! I loved her, but she is another’s mistress…she only deserves contempt! This is all too much!
Nobles: THE POOR MAN WAS SO NAIVE AND SHE’S ANOTHER MAN’S MISTRESS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Raoul: THAT SLUT CAME HERE FOR ANOTHER MAN THIS HURTS TOO MUCH I CAN’T BEAR IT LET’S GO
Marcel: THAT SLUT CAME HERE FOR ANOTHER MAN ALMIGHTY GOD COULD YOU REALLY SIT BY AND WATCH THIS OUTRAGEOUS SIN WITHOUT UNLEASHING YOUR WRATH??? LET’S GO
*Raoul rushes towards the back in an attempt to leave the room and head for the chapel to confront Nevers, but the nobles run after him and grab him.*
Méru: EVERYONE SHUT UP I CAN HEAR THEM WHICH MEANS THAT NEVERS IS COMING BACK SO ACT LIKE WE WEREN’T JUST SPYING ON HIM
Nobles: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LET’S GO THEN
*Everyone hides. Nevers reappears in the garden with the veiled woman, escorting her by the hand. He respectfully bids her farewell and she leaves. Nevers then re-enters the hall, oblivious to the guests gradually coming out of hiding; in turn, the guests are oblivious to him.*
Nevers: IT’S LITCHRALLY ONE (1) DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING AND I HAVE TO BREAK OFF THIS MARRIAGE
It’s all so strange: Marguérite de Valois told her favorite lady-in-waiting that she should do this, something about “political matters” and “other arrangements”. And that favorite lady-in-waiting also just so happens to be my fiancée! Well, ex-fiancée, I guess. But she came here, by herself, in secret, to ask me to break off the engagement the day before the wedding!
Well, she didn’t have much of a say in the engagement in the first place because her father forced her into it, so there’s that. Of course, I’m nothing if not a gentleman, and I agreed to break up with her…but I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t suck when it very much does.
Nobles: WE DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING YOU JUST SAID SO HURRAY FOR THE MAN WHO CONQUERS ALL WOMEN EVERYONE LOVES HIM AND LOVE ONLY HAS BEAUTIFUL THINGS FOR HIM SO HURRAY FOR HIM
*Urbain enters from the back.*
Nevers: What are you looking for?
Urbain: HI EVERYONE!!! Hi to you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and ALL you noble gentlemen!!!
Anyway, this wise noblewoman who would be the envy of kings—and I promise I’m not just saying that because I have a crush on her like come on who has a crush on their boss definitely not me that’s weird—gave me this letter,
*He pulls out a sealed letter.*
which is for one of the gentlemen in this room. I won’t say who yet because that takes all the fun out of it, but I will say that no one has ever had such honor and glory and fortune as the man to whom this letter is addressed! And this isn’t a prank either, so don’t worry about that.
Well, hello again to all of you! And may God protect you!
Nevers: Sometimes being so overqualified can be so draining, but oh well. Everyone, remember this: we can’t avoid the blows Fortune deals us…
Very well, then, give me the letter.
Urbain: Hi! Are you Raoul de Nangis?
Nevers: WAIT WHAT
Urbain: This letter is for Raoul de Nangis.
Nobles: WAIT WHAT
Marcel: *pointing out Raoul* Raoul de Nangis? That’s my master and he’s right here!
Raoul: For me? There must be some mistake. I’m practically a nobody here; I don’t know anyone in the area who would be even remotely interested in me…
Urbain: And yet, there’s no mistake. This is for you.
*He hands the letter to Raoul, who opens and reads it aloud.*
Raoul: “Raoul, come to the old tower at sunset. Let yourself be led there, blindfolded. Be discreet. Do not ask questions. Do not say anything about this to anyone else. Do only as you are told. Are you brave enough to do this?”
No signature. Hmm. I see someone wants to have a good laugh at my expense. It could cost me dearly. You know what? Very well! I accept.
*He holds out the letter to Nevers.*
Read it yourself.
*Nevers takes the letter and immediately gasps.*
Nevers: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU GUYS
*He hands the letter off to Méru. The nobles each take a turn looking at the letter.*
Méru: WHOA THIS IS SHOCKING
Cossé: IT’S HER CREST
Tavannes: LOOK THAT’S THE SEAL SHE USES
Nobles: IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING YUP IT’S HER HANDWRITING
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU GUYS LOOKS LIKE RAOUL’S GONNA WIN THE PRIZE
Raoul: …Who are you all talking about?
*The nobles all decide to kiss up to Raoul.*
Nevers: Raoul, you know that I am your devoted, tender friend—
Méru: If you need someone to serve you or defend you—
*The nobles begin pushing each other around and jostling for Raoul’s attention.*
de Retz: You can always count on us—
Cossé: If you need someone to serve you or defend you—
Tavannes: If you need someone to serve you or defend you—
Nevers and the Nobles: YOU CAN RELY ON US BECAUSE WE’LL TOTALLY ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIENDS YOU’VE PROMISED ME SO REMEMBER THAT AND PLEASE DON’T FORGET US LATER
Urbain: *imitating the nobles* YEAH WE’LL TOTALLY ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIENDS YOU’VE PROMISED ME SO REMEMBER THAT AND PLEASE DON’T FORGET US LATER
Raoul: Wow…this is all so sudden and unexpected…Good Lord, what should I do?
Nevers and the Nobles: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU WANT
Tavannes: Everything…
Nobles: Everything!
Marcel: Everything?
Urbain: EVERYTHING!!!
*He takes Raoul by the arm and leads him to one side.*
Pleasures, honors, power…all your wildest dreams are about to come true! Be bold! Remember, power always belongs to the one who knows how to take it!
*Nevers in turn takes Raoul by the arm and pulls him in the opposite direction.*
Nevers: Things are looking up for you! Beauty calls! And remember, power always belongs to the one who knows how to take it!
Urbain, Nevers, and the Nobles: YUP THAT’S RIGHT SO YOU SHOULD DO WHAT THE LETTER SAYS
Marcel: (Would you look at that! They’re treating him so differently now! Hypocrites, the lot of them.)
Raoul: Pleasures? Honors? All my wildest dreams are about to come true? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE
Urbain, Nevers, and the Nobles: YEAH BUT WE’RE NOT GONNA TELL YOU
Raoul and Marcel: I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS
Marcel: HURRAH WE PRAISE THEE O LORD SAMSON HAS DEFEATED THE PHILISTINES
Raoul: ALL MY WILDEST DREAMS ARE APPARENTLY ABOUT TO COME TRUE I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS
Urbain, Nevers, and the Nobles: YEAH THEY ARE SO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT
*Nevers signals some servants to bring in wine, and everyone raises a toast to Raoul.*
A TOAST TO YOU RAOUL AND TO YOUR HEALTH AND TO ETERNAL SUCCESS AND LUCK FOR THIS CONQUEROR OF WOMEN
GO GO GO LOVE AND HONOR ARE WAITING FOR YOU GOODBYE AND DON’T BE AFRAID EVERYTHING WILL BE ABSOLUTELY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AMAZING
*A group of masked men appears at the back. One of the men presents a blindfold to Raoul, who puts it on. Marcel tries to keep Raoul from leaving, but Urbain leads Raoul and the masked men away.*
Notes
ACT II:
Later the same day, in the gardens of the Chateau de Chenonceaux. The chateau, which is built on a bridge, is seen in the distance. The Loire River meanders in curved lines throughout, occasionally disappearing behind clumps of trees. On the right is a wide stone staircase leading from the chateau to the gardens. Marguérite de Valois sits in the gardens, surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting and several pages, including Urbain.
Marguérite: ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF BY DOING A TRAVEL COMMERCIAL FOR THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF TOURAINE
We have cheerful gardens! We have green fountains! We have gentle brooks that barely make any noise and are PERFECT for dreaming next to! And I know this because I just abso-fuckin-lately LOVE to sit by the water and dream, and dream, and dream…
We have beautiful woods! We have shadowy shores! AND I REALLY HOPE THEY HIDE ME SO THAT THE STORMS OF THE WORLD NEVER REACH ME AND I CAN JUST BE HAPPY HERE FOREVER
Anyway, where was I? Right, here in the beautiful land of Touraine we have cheerful gardens, green fountains, gentle brooks that barely make any noise and are perfect for dreaming next to, and I know this because I just love to sit by the water and dream…and dream…and dream!
Now as for this whole religious war business: these religious disputes do nothing but drown the earth in blood! And these ministers like Luther and Calvin, who terrify us with their austere morality in Heaven’s name! To hell with all of it!
Marguérite, Urbain, and Two Ladies-in-Waiting: THIS IS A NEGATIVITY-FREE ZONE SO NEGATIVITY DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING HERE AFTER ALL UNDER MARGUÉRITE’S RULE OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PAY HOMAGE TO THE GOD OF LOVE
Marguérite: All I want is for everything around us to echo our love songs every day so we hear them again!
Urbain and the Ladies-in-Waiting: And they’ve learned our love songs!
Everyone: WE LOVE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE
Marguérite: LISTEN THE BIRDS HAVE LEARNED TO ECHO OUR LOVE SONGS AND THEY SING THEM IN THE AIR AND THE TURTLEDOVES COO OUR SONGS UNTIL THE SOUND DIES ON THE WAVES OF LOOOOOOOOOOVE
Urbain and Ladies-in-Waiting: ALL NEGATIVE THINGS AND ENERGIES ARE BANNED FROM THIS COURT FOREVER BECAUSE THAT’S TOTALLY REALISTIC AND ALSO OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PAY HOMAGE TO THE GOD OF LOVE
Marguérite: WHAT Y’ALL SAID ALSO UNDER MY RULE WE ONLY LIVE AND BREATHE TO SMILE AT THE GOD OF LOVE
At just the mention of love, nature is reborn! The birds repeat it in the shadows of the trees, the stream even repeats it too, the earth, the waves, the earth—did I already say that? anyway—, even the heavens themselves repeat our songs of love!
Marguérite, Urbain, and the Ladies-in-Waiting: Earth and heaven alike repeat ALL our love songs!!!
Marguérite: THEY’LL EVEN REPEAT MY INSANELY DIFFICULT COLORATURA FLOURISHEEEEEEEEEEES AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Everyone Else [including, probably, the audience]: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OUIIIIIIIIIIIIIII BRAVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Urbain: Indeed, our queen is so lovely! Alas…what a pity!
Marguérite: What’s the matter with you?
Urbain: I’m only a PAGE! A discreet, faithful, obedient, forgettable PAGE!
Marguérite: Well, I’m sure that the ladies-in-waiting would disagree.
*Valentine appears at the top of the staircase.*
Who’s coming from up there? Go look!
Urbain: IT’S YOUR PRETTIEST LADY-IN-WAITING
…not like I have a crush on either of you or anything.
Marguérite: Oh, I know who you mean! Valentine! Valentine, come here, don’t tremble in fear!
Urbain: Everything for Valentine, Marguérite’s favorite, wink winky wink wink wink wink.
Marguérite: And what of it? Besides, I’ve seen the pain in her heart, and tears are always able to move me.
Urbain: Then I’ll never laugh again!
Marguérite: Come here, dear Valentine, have courage! Tell me: how did the trip to Nevers’ go?
Valentine: Nevers has sworn by his honor to renounce my hand in marriage.
Marguérite: Good! Then everything falls right into place, and soon, I promise you, we’ll have another marriage—
Valentine: Oh God! What are you saying?
Marguérite: Poor child, you’re blushing!
*Valentine nervously lowers her eyes.*
You truly love Raoul?
Valentine: Well…but I mustn’t…what about my father?
Marguérite: Be calm! I’ll talk to him and get everything sorted.
Valentine: Okay, but what about Raoul?
Marguérite: You’re overthinking this. Besides, I’ve invited him to come here—
Valentine: OH GOD I’D NEVER DARE TO—
Marguérite: Really? Really, never, Valentine? Well, it’s okay. I know how you are. I’ll talk to him for you.
*One of the ladies-in-waiting steps forward.*
A Lady-in-Waiting: IT’S REALLY HOT OUT HERE SO LET’S ALL SIT IN THE SHADE AND GO BATHING IN THE RIVER ESPECIALLY BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW OUR HIGHNESS CAN GET REALLY OVERHEATED
*Several of the ladies-in-waiting head off behind the trees to bathe in the river. Others, dressed in gauzy robes, dance, play, and run after each other. Marguérite watches contentedly, sitting on the grass. Urbain spies on the women from behind a tree.*
Ladies-in-Waiting: IT’S HOT AS HELL OUT HERE BUT LET’S GO IN THE SHADE AND THE WATER SO WE CAN BE COOL AND REFRESH OURSELVES
Marguérite: Thank you all for your care and…
URBAIN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BEHIND THAT TREE
*The women flee as Urbain comes out from behind the tree.*
Urbain: Who, me? Absolutely nothing! Nothing but waiting for Madame’s orders—
Marguérite: I forgot all about you! In fact, I almost mistook you for one of the ladies!
Urbain: (Gender fluidity achieved!)
Marguérite: GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT
Urbain: But I don’t wannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I just came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right nooooooooooooooow
*He reluctantly leaves as the women’s voices waft in from the direction of the river.*
Ladies-in-Waiting: It’s so hot out here but let’s go in the shade and bathe in the river so we can refresh ourselves…
*The women finish their bathing and return. Urbain reappears at the top of the staircase.*
Marguérite: URBAIN DIDN’T I JUST TELL YOU LIKE TWO MINUTES AGO TO LEAVE
Urbain: BUT MADAME THERE’S A GENTLEMAN HERE
Valentine and Ladies-in-Waiting: A MAN?!?!?!
Urbain: CALM DOWN EVERYONE LISTEN TO MY STORY IT’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS **
*The ladies-in-waiting gather around.*
No, seriously! I bet none of you have ever heard anything like what this page is about to tell you! And the village girls who saw it happen are never gonna forget it.
Picture this: you’re just goin’ about your business like any other day when all of a sudden, you see this guy, and he’s blindfolded! And he’s being led through town with all these fancy-looking guys surrounding him, right? Right.
And he’s practically gliding on thin air and everyone’s crowding around and watching him and being like “Who is he?” and “Where’s he going?” and “Why’s he going?” And everyone is chattering and it’s all confusion and FUN! You’ve never seen anything like it!
Some Ladies-in-Waiting: SHUT UP THAT’S SO FUCKIN FUNNY but we don’t know what’s going on there so let’s keep it on the down-low and not unpack that. BUT IT HAS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING TO DO WITH LOVE BECAUSE OUR COURT IS ALL ABOUT LOVE
Other Ladies-in-Waiting: HMM WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOIN’ ON THERE BUT IT’S OBVIOUSLY ONE OF THOSE LITTLE TRICKS THE GOD OF LOVE PLAYS BECAUSE HE HOLDS HIS COURT HERE
Urbain: He can’t see a thing! He’s just feeling his way along, his neck stretched out as far as it can go, and the kids tease him with their grubby little hands, and their sisters throw him flowers!
Ladies-in-Waiting: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Urbain: No, seriously! I bet none of you have ever heard anything like what this page is about to tell you! And the village girls who saw it happen are never gonna forget it.
What a beautiful, fun procession it is—a blindfolded gentleman surrounded by village girls!
Ladies-in-Waiting: THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
Urbain: LOOK IT’S APPROACHING THE CHATEAU RIGHT NOW HERE IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Ladies-in-Waiting: THERE’S THE GENTLEMAN THERE HE ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Marguérite: That’s Raoul de Nangis.
Urbain: Our mysterious hero of this little tale!
Valentine: NOPE I’M TOO ANXIOUS FOR THIS I NEED TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY
Marguérite: I want you to stay here!
*Raoul, still blindfolded, appears at the top of the staircase with some village girls, who bring him down the staircase. The ladies-in-waiting, except Valentine, gather around him.*
Ladies-in-Waiting: EVERYONE SHUT UP THERE HE IS awwww but we can’t resist talking about him because JUST LOOK AT HIM he’s trembling the poor boy is probably so frightened IT’S SO CHARMING
If only he knew the “danger” he was in—because being surrounded by scantily clad ladies is apparently dangerous—he would be all too happy! But his oath as a cavalier and that little blindfold protects us from his wandering eyes!
…We don’t know why we’re joking about that, but anyway. Maybe it’s just because we’re relieved that he can’t spy on us, so we can have fun instead of worrying. Don’t read into it too much.
Urbain: *once again behind the tree* BUT THEY’VE ALL FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME WHICH SUCKS ON THE ONE HAND BUT ON THE OTHER NOW I CAN LOOK UPON THESE “DANGERS”
Marguérite: I have to speak with him about some Very Serious Matters™. You are all dismissed; please leave us. And Urbain, that includes you. Stop staring at the ladies.
Urbain: awwwwwwww but who wouldn’t be jealous of having a private audience with her?
*The ladies-in-waiting start to leave, but very slowly, and they often turn back to look at Raoul.*
Ladies-in-Waiting: LET’S ALL GO OUT SILENTLY awwww but we can’t resist talking about him because JUST LOOK AT HIM he’s trembling the poor boy is probably so frightened IT’S SO CHARMING
If only he knew the “danger” he was in—because being surrounded by scantily clad ladies is apparently dangerous—he would be all too happy! But his oath as a cavalier and that little blindfold protects us from his wandering eyes!
Urbain: WHO WOULDN’T BE JEALOUS
Marguérite: WHY THIS DELAY
Ladies-in-Waiting: WE GO WE GO
Marguérite: BUT DAMN IT YOU DON’T GO
Ladies-in-Waiting: WE GO WE GO WE GO WE GO WE REALLY REALLY GOOOOOOOOOOOO
*Everyone except Marguérite and Raoul leaves.*
Marguérite: Such loyalty is unusual, especially with how unusual this whole scheme was in the first place. However, you have done everything I have asked you to and it is now time for you to receive the reward you deserve. Take off the blindfold.
*Raoul takes off the blindfold and is immediately dazzled by the gardens.*
Raoul: OH MY GOD WHERE AM I THIS PLACE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I THINK I MIGHT BE HALLUCINATING AFTER BEING IN THE DARK FOR SO LONG
*He looks around and confirms that it is not in fact a hallucination. Eventually, his eyes come to rest on Marguérite.*
My God…you’re divine, enchanting…you’re obviously in charge here, so I have to ask: I don’t know if you’re mortal or a goddess or something, but am I still on earth or am I in heaven?
Hello? HELLO??? PLEASE JUST SAY SOMETHING
Marguérite: Well, I get why Valentine fell so hard for him! He’s such a gentleman, so poetic and charming—not even royalty could choose better! No, no one could choose better!
Now, Raoul, let me make something very clear: a true gentleman, any person of good character really, must live for whomever he loves! He must be faithful, especially when they’re far apart from each other—no straying, not even a little bit, or else. You understand?
Raoul: (Somehow everything here reminds me of that faithless woman! She strayed from me, so what does it matter what I do?)
Marguérite: Whenever you’re away from her, wherever you goooooooooooo, you’re never far away from her, I want you to knooooooooooow! She only has to close her eyes, dear, and suddenly she’s where you are—you better never stray, ‘cause she’ll never be far away!
Raoul: (Well, I don’t care about that harlot anymore! She abandoned me already, and besides, this woman is just so charming! So it’s a two-for-one: I get back at her and I find pleasure elsewhere!)
I HUMBLY PLEDGE MY ETERNAL SERVICE AND DEVOTION TO YOU
Marguérite: (But I still need to figure out whether he’ll go along with this plan.)
*Raoul kneels before Marguérite.*
Raoul: I SWEAR I’LL DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT I AM YOURS AND I’LL DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT
Marguérite: *hesitating* Ha!…Ha!…Ha!!!
Me, a coquette! GOD!!! If I were a coquette, I would take him for myself, he’s so charming!
But NOPE NOPE NOPE WE ARE NOT GOING THERE the woman he loves and who loves him is counting on me to arrange this for her, not for me, and she’s my best friend and I am NOT going to let her down even though the idea of being a coquette—ha! could you believe it?—it’s charming! but no! this is for Valentine, not for me!
Raoul: I PLEDGE MY LIFE AND MY SOUL AND MY SWORD AND MY SUPPORT AND ALL MY BLOOD TO YOU
I would die in defense of three things in this world: my honor, the lady I serve, and my God! I would gladly die for any and all of those things!
Marguérite: I LOVE HIS WHOLEHEARTED PASSION
Raoul: I PLEDGE MY LIFE AND MY SOUL AND ALL MY BLOOD TO YOU
Marguérite: OKAY OKAY OKAY YOU REALLY NEED TO CALM DOWN listen all I want is to make you happy. That’s it.
Raoul: I’M YOURS FOREVER
Marguérite: Me, a coquette! GOD!!! If I were a coquette, I would take him for myself, he’s so charming!
But NOPE NOPE NOPE WE ARE NOT GOING THERE the woman he loves and who loves him is counting on me to arrange this for HER, not for me, and she’s my best friend and I am NOT going to let her down even though the idea of being a coquette—ha! could you believe it?—it’s charming! but NO! this is for Valentine, not for me!
Raoul: TEN MINUTES AGO I SAW YOOOOOOOOOU AND NOW I REALLY WANT TO GET LAAAAAAAAID BECAUSE GETTING LAID WILL MAKE MY REVENGE PLAYED ON THAT HARLOT WHO FAR FROM ME STRAAAAAAAAAYED
TEN MINUTES AGO I MET YOOOOOOOOU EVEN THOUGH I STILL DON’T KNOW YOUR NAAAAAAAME I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER MY DAME LOYAL ALL THE SAME YOU HAVE SET ME AFLAAAAAAAME
Marguérite: I’M NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU JUST SAID BUT JUST TO BE CLEAR I AM NOT GOING TO BANG YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE HONESTLY KINDA HOT BECAUSE BESTIES DON’T BETRAY BESTIES AND I’M NOT YOUR GIRL
*And then for some reason like 50% of production have them make out. Either way, at this point Urbain reappears at the top of the staircase.*
Urbain: MADAME!
Marguérite: YOU AGAIN! ALWAYS YOU BARGING IN WHERE YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE but I still think you’re my favorite page anyway what is it?
Urbain: The leading nobles are waiting outside to come pay homage to you, Your Majesty.
Raoul: wait WHAT?!?! YOUR MAJESTY?!?!
Marguérite: Right, I never actually introduced myself to you or told you why I brought you here in the first place. I am Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre. You promise to obey me still?
*Raoul nods.*
Very well. The reason you are here is because my family wishes to reconcile the Huguenots and the Catholics. I intend to support those efforts both by marrying Henri de Bourbon, uniting Protestants and Catholics in the royal family, and by arranging a similar interreligious marriage for you.
You will be marrying a lovely, kind young woman: the sole daughter and heir of the Comte de Saint-Bris. Now, I know that historically, the Nangis and Saint-Bris families haven’t gotten along, but I know you two will be very happy together because I Know Things.
The Count has agreed to it, and he has promised me that he will forget all his old hatreds. Do you accept?
Raoul: Unite our families? Very well, I accept!
Marguérite: Great! In return, I’ll make you part of my inner court.
Raoul: You’re too kind!
Urbain: SHE’S SO KIND TO EVERYONE EXCEPT ME :/
*Saint-Bris and Nevers appear at the top of the staircase and come down into the gardens, followed by all the noblemen and ladies of the court. The Catholics take their positions on one side of the garden; the Protestants on the other.*
Nobles: ALL HONOR TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND GRACIOUS OF ALL WOMEN SHE’S CALLED US ALL HERE SO LET’S PAY HOMAGE TO HER BECAUSE SHE’S OUR PRINCESS AND ALSO JUST SUCH A DELIGHT
Marguérite: Yes, I called you all here for a very special reason: I have arranged this marriage, which is sure to bring us all peace and happiness and love, and I would like you all to be witnesses to the marriage announcement!
*Marguérite has Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris greet each other; they shake hands.*
Nobles: ALL HONOR TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND GRACIOUS OF ALL WOMEN LET’S PAY HOMAGE TO HER BECAUSE SHE’S OUR PRINCESS AND ALSO JUST SUCH A DELIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT
*A valet pulls Marguérite aside and hands her several documents, which she reads to herself. Marcel slips in and pulls Raoul aside.*
Marcel: WHAT’S THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU MARRYING A MIDIANITE ***
Raoul: *motioning to Marcel in an attempt to silence him* Marcel, relax. It’s not that big of a deal.
Marcel: BUT YOU’RE MARRYING A CATHOLIC
Raoul: Be quiet! You don’t even know her.
Marcel: Neither do you.
Raoul: Not the point, but touché.
Marcel: HER HOUSE IS A HOUSE OF SIN
Raoul: SHUT UP
Marguérite: The Counts of Saint-Bris and of Nevers!
*Saint-Bris and Nevers step forward.*
My brother, the King, knows that both of you are devoted to him. As such, he commands both of you to be in Paris as soon as possible—this evening would be ideal—to begin work on a very important project. I have no idea what it is, but that’s what I was asked to tell you. Probably some fussy not-actually-important bureaucratic thing or other, I don’t know. ****
Nevers and Saint-Bris: We bow to his command.
Marguérite: As you should! But first, bow to mine. Now, I really want this marriage to go well for the sake of all involved, for our very nation—for love and peace’s sake, no more hatred!
I want you three to swear right now, as if you were taking an oath before God, to have eternal peace with each other! None of this stupid fighting over religion.
Actually: ALL you nobles must swear the same oath of eternal peace! Because this is totally foolproof.
*Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, and the nobles prepare themselves for the oath.*
Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, and the Nobles: By our honor, by our names which we have inherited and which we uphold, by our King, by our swords, and by the God who knows and punishes all perjurers, we solemnly swear before you that we will have eternal peace between all of us, Catholics and Protestants alike!
Marcel: LET US SWEAR BY LUTHER AND OUR FAITH AND THE CROSS AND OUR SWORDS THAT WE WILL FIGHT ROME AND ITS SOLDIERS AND PRIESTS TO THE DEATH AND WE WILL NEVER HAVE FRIENDSHIP OR PEACE EVER
Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: Providence, let harmony descend upon the earth and help us become friends, brothers even!
Marcel: Providence, let your light descend upon my master so he returns to the fold like a good Protestant! Heaven help him find the only true way once again!
Marguérite: May Heaven hear these vows and bless them forever!
Urbain and a Lady-in-Waiting: AMEN TO THAT
Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: WE SWEAR ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP
Marcel: I SWEAR WAR TO THE DEATH
Noblemen: WE SWEAR ETERNAL PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP
Noblewomen: AND MAY GOD BLESS THESE OATHS
*Saint-Bris leaves to get Valentine.*
Marguérite: AND NOW THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IT’S TIME TO PRESENT THE HAPPY COUPLE
Raoul, I’d like to present you with your fiancée! She’s a charming young lady and you two will be very happy together.
Here she is! Raoul, meet your fiancée, Valentine de Saint-Bris!
*Saint-Bris brings Valentine into the gardens and presents her to Raoul, who immediately recognizes her.*
Raoul: Oh, good Lord…what?! Is this actually happening?!
Marguérite: What’s the matter?
Raoul: *hardly able to speak* What?! She’s going to be my fiancée? They’re offering me…?
Marguérite: Marriage and love! What’s the pro—
Raoul: I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED AND DECEIVED FUCK ALL OF THIS I’M NEVER GOING TO MARRY HER
Everyone Else Except Marcel: OH MY GOD WHAT JUST HAPPENED
Raoul: WHAT BETRAYAL AND DECEIT HOW DARE THEY INSULT ME LIKE THIS
Nevers and Saint-Bris: I CAN’T TAKE IT I’M LITERALLY PHYSICALLY SHAKING WITH UTTER SHAME AND RAGE
Marguérite, Valentine, Urbain, and the Nobles: THIS IS PURE INSANITY WHY DID HE JUST DO THAT
Marguérite, Valentine, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: WHY IS HE BREAKING THIS OFF DID HE MAYBE JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT HAVE AN IDEA HOW TO BREAK IT OFF GRACEFULLY???
Raoul: THIS WOULD BE SUCH A SHAMEFUL MARRIAGE AND I WILL HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO MORE OF THIS NONSENSE AND IF ANYONE DARES CALL ME OUT I’LL JUST LAUGH AT THEM BECAUSE MY HONOR COMES FIRST
Nevers and Saint-Bris: I MUST HAVE HIS BLOOD FOR INSULTING ME AND VALENTINE LIKE THAT OUR HONOR DEMANDS US TO AVENGE THIS INSULT
Marcel: BRAVO RAOUL YOU’RE SO BRAVE!!! A true knight and Christian, he puts his honor first and shuns the approval of the world!
Nobles: WHY IS HE BREAKING OFF THE ENGAGEMENT??? THIS INSULT CRIES FOR BLOOD AND HER FATHER NEEDS TO AVENGE HIS HONOR AND MAKE HIM PAY FOR THIS INSULT IMMEDIATELY
Valentine: SO WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS OUTRAGE????
I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE ANY COURAGE AND HOPE I EVER HAD IS TURNING TO ICE IN MY HEART
Raoul: WOE IS ME HOW DARE EVERYONE INSULT ME LIKE THIS
Everyone Except Marcel: GOOD LORD WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS THERE OUR DREAMS FOR THE FUTURE GO DOWN THE DRAIN
Valentine: SERIOUSLY WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS OUTRAGE????
Raoul: WHAT BETRAYAL WOE IS ME HOW DARE EVERYONE INSULT ME LIKE THIS
Nevers and Saint-Bris: I AM FULL OF SHAME AND RAGE AND I MUST HAVE HIS BLOOD TO GET RID OF IT
Marcel: RAOUL IS SO BRAVE BRAVO FOR SAYING NO TO THE TUXEDO
Valentine, Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: DID HE MAYBE JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT HAVE AN IDEA HOW TO BREAK IT OFF GRACEFULLY??? IN ANY CASE THIS IS PURE INSANITY WHY DID HE JUST DO THAT
Nobles: THIS INSULT CRIES FOR BLOOD AND HER FATHER NEEDS TO AVENGE HIS HONOR AND MAKE HIM PAY FOR THIS INSULT IMMEDIATELY
Marcel: TIME FOR ME TO SING MY FAVORITE SONG
Everyone Else: THIS REALLY ISN’T—
Marcel: O LORD YOU ARE THE STRENGTH AND ONLY SUPPORT—
Marguérite: YOU JUST PUBLICLY REJECTED AND HUMILIATED MY BEST FRIEND—
Raoul: I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO BUT I HAVE LEGITIMATE REASONS
Marcel: —OF US WEAK SOULS WHO WORSHIP YOU!
Marguérite: SO TELL ME YOUR REASONS
Raoul: THEY CANNOT BE SAID IN POLITE AND PROPER COMPANY BUT I AM NEVER GOING TO MARRY HER
Marguérite: THIS IS UTTER MADNESS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HER AND BREAK UP WITH HER ESPECIALLY IN THIS WAY I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER
Raoul: WOE IS ME HOW DARE THEY INSULT ME LIKE THIS
Saint-Bris: I AM TREMBLING WITH SHAME AND RAGE
*Nevers, Saint-Bris, and Raoul all draw their swords. The nobles also get into it.*
Nevers and Saint-Bris: LET’S TAKE THIS OUTSIDE
Nobles: YEAH THIS INSULT DEMANDS BLOOD
Nevers and Saint-Bris: WE NEED TO AVENGE THIS INSULT WITH HIS BLOOD
Raoul: I WOULD ONLY BE TOO HAPPY TO FIGHT YOU BOTH AND VINDICATE MYSELF
Marguérite: EVERYONE STAND DOWN WHAT AN INSULT THIS IS ALSO RAOUL GIVE UP YOUR SWORD
*She signals to an officer to disarm Raoul and then turns to call out Saint-Bris and Nevers.*
YOU TWO DID YOU FORGET FIVE MINUTES AGO WHEN I TOLD YOU THAT THE KING HAS COMMANDED BOTH OF YOU TO BE IN PARIS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE
Raoul: I’LL FOLLOW THEM AND GET MY REVENGE
Marguérite: HOW ABOUT NOPE BECAUSE I’M SHUTTING YOU UP IN MY COURT SO I CAN KEEP AN EYE ON YOU UNTIL I GET TO PARIS FOR MY WEDDING
Saint-Bris: Oh, so HE gets to stay in the Princess’ court because the bastard is SO lucky to have SUCH a privileged woman putting him under HER protection—
Marguérite: HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!?!?!
Raoul: The only person who’s getting protected through this is YOU because if only I had my sword I’d kill you for trying to pass off YOUR daughter—
Saint-Bris: YOU ALL ARE TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM BRAVELY DEFENDING MY HONOR AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT
Marguérite: HOW DARE BOTH OF YOU?!?! FEAR MY WRATH BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED Y’ALL ARE PISSING ME OFF TO NO END
Valentine: BUT WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS NO ONE IS EXPLAINING IT TO ME AT ALL AND I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING
Raoul: —AND AT ANY RATE WE’LL MEET AGAIN SOON IN PARIS
Nevers and Saint-Bris: YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT MUCH WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON
Marcel: BRAVO RAOUL WHAT COURAGE
Valentine, Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: WHAT AN INSULT THIS IS PURE INSANITY
Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM DEFENDING MY HONOR AND WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON
Raoul: Y’ALL HAVE INSULTED ME
Nobles: YOU CAN’T STOP THEM FROM TRYING TO DEFEND THEIR HONOR
Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, Marcel, and Nobles: LET’S GET THE HECK OUT OF DODGE
Nobles: NOTHING CAN SAVE RAOUL AT THIS POINT AND HONESTLY HE DESERVES WHAT HE’S GOT COMING
Valentine, Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER
Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: I WILL AVENGE MY HONOR
Nobles: THIS INSULT DEMANDS BLOOD
Marcel: *singing joyously* O LORD YOU STILL DEFEND US—
Marguérite: EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS SHIT
Everyone Else: YEAH LET’S GET OUT OF HERE
Marcel: —MY GOD, YOU STILL DEFEND US!!!
Marguérite: SERIOUSLY I HAVE HAD IT WITH ALL OF THIS GET OUT
Everyone Else: YEAH LET’S GET OUT OF HERE
Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: THIS IS PURE INSANITY WHY DID HE JUST INSULT HER AND ALSO SERIOUSLY WHY IS HE BREAKING THIS OFF DID HE MAYBE JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT HAVE AN IDEA HOW TO BREAK IT OFF GRACEFULLY???
Valentine: I SERIOUSLY STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID TO DESERVE SUCH AN INSULT SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME BUT AT ANY RATE MY HEART IS BROKEN AND MY COURAGE IS DESTROYED AND SO IS MY LOVE AND MY HONOR SO I GUESS I’LL JUST BE HOPELESS AND DEPRESSED FOREVER
Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, Marcel, and the Nobles: SOMEONE IS GOING TO AVENGE THEIR HONOR FOR THIS INSULT SO THERE’LL BE BLOODSHED SOONER RATHER THAN LATER AND YOU CAN’T STOP US THAT IS A PROMISE SO THIS ISN’T OVER
*Valentine, on the verge of fainting from shock, is taken away by Saint-Bris and Nevers, who make threatening gestures to Raoul. Raoul attempts to follow them, but Marguérite’s officers stop him and barely prevent the crowd from attacking each other.*
Notes
ACT III: **
6 PM on a Sunday, the Pré-aux-Clercs in Paris. The Seine is visible in the background. In the foreground on the left is a tavern frequented by Catholic students and their girlfriends; opposite is another tavern similarly frequented by Huguenot soldiers and their girlfriends and wives. In the background on the left is the entrance to a Catholic church. The list of people who are here in the original stage directions is really fuckin long so I’m just gonna say that there are a LOT of people on both sides of the religious divide, of all classes and occupations, just trying to enjoy a Sunday evening.
Townspeople: HURRAY IT’S SUNDAY WHICH MEANS WE GET A DAY OFF SO LET’S FORGET ALL OUR STRESS AND WORRIES AND HAVE SOME FUN TRALALALALALA IT’S SUNDAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Law Clerks: WE’RE HORNY AND WE WANT THE PRETTY LADIES TO COME DANCE WITH US
Young Ladies: YEAH THAT’S NOT HAPPENING BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT Y’ALL LAW CLERKS ARE DANGEROUS
Law Clerks: PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE
Young Ladies: NOOOOOOOOOOOPE
Law Clerks: PWETTY PWEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE
Young Ladies: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE
Townspeople: HURRAY IT’S SUNDAY WHICH MEANS WE GET A DAY OFF SO LET’S FORGET ALL OUR STRESS AND WORRIES AND HAVE SOME FUN TRALALALALALA IT’S SUNDAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Huguenot Soldiers: RATAPLAN RATAPLAN RATAPLAN PLAN PLAN HERE’S OUR BATTLE SONG
*Some of the Huguenot soldiers continue singing “rataplan” over and over while Bois-Rosé leads the others in a call-and-response.*
Bois-Rosé, then Huguenot Soldiers: OLD COLIGNY TOOK UP HIS BATTLE SWORD THAT BRINGS DOWN FORTS AND WALLS AND SAID “SOLDIERS OF THE FAITH, FOLLOW ME I’M YOUR CAPTAIN AND I’LL TAKE YOU TO VICTORY OR TO PARADISE EITHER WAY IT’S A WIN”
LONG LIVE WAR AND LONG LIVE COLIGNY DRINK UP EVERYONE
*The Huguenot soldiers strike up the rataplan accompaniment again.*
ALRIGHT EVERYONE SECOND VERSE NOT THE SAME AS THE FIRST A LITTLE BIT LOUDER AND A LITTLE BIT WORSE
ALRIGHT CALVINISTS LET’S GO GET US SOME PAPISTS’ DAUGHTERS AND ALSO SOME VALUABLE BOOTY AND GOOD WINE THAT THEY USE FOR THEIR ALTARS AND THEIR WICKED FEASTS BECAUSE ALL THOSE THINGS ARE JUST SPOILS THAT GO TO THE VICTORS OF WAR AND THERE’S TOTALLY NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS LOGIC
LONG LIVE WAR AND LONG LIVE COLIGNY DRINK UP EVERYONE
*The Catholics get (understandably) offended but before anything can come of this, a wedding procession appears on the right. Nevers and Valentine are surrounded by their friends and relatives, as well as a group of young girls. The procession makes its way across the square to the church on the left. The Catholics kneel as the procession passes by.*
Two Young Catholic Girls: BLESSED BE THE HOLY VIRGIN WHO PRAYS FOR ALL SINNERS AND WHO TAKES AWAY ALL OUR SORROWS
Catholic Women: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE MARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAA
All the Catholic Girls and Women: BLESSED BE THE HOLY VIRGIN MARY
*As the procession enters the church, Marcel enters with letter in hand.*
Marcel: The Comte de Saint-Bris?
Catholics: shhhhhh you can’t talk to him right now
Marcel: WHY NOT
Catholics: GET OUT OF THE WAAAAAAAAAY IT’S THE LOOOOOOOOOORD
Marcel: YOU CAN’T TELL ME TO BOW MY HEAD OR GET OUT OF THE WAY IT’S NOT LIKE GOD IS IN THE PROCESSION OR ANYTHING
Catholics: THAT’S BLASPHEMY
Bois-Rosé: HE’S RIGHT THOUGH
Marcel: WHEN THERE’S TOO MUCH DRAMA AT THE PRÉ-AUX-CLERCS, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IIIIIIIIIIS WALK AWAAAAYAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAY
*He leaves.*
Huguenot Soldiers: RATAPLAN RATAPLAN RATAPLAN LONG LIVE WAR AND LONG LIVE COLIGNY DRINK UP EVERYONE
Catholic Women: BLESSED BE THE HOLY VIRGIN WHO PRAYS FOR ALL SINNERS
Catholic Men: THE HUGUENOTS ARE ALL WICKED BLASPHEMERS WITH HARDENED HEARTS THEY SHOULD ALL BE BURNED ALIVE AND THAT’LL PREPARE THEM FOR THE FIRES OF HELL BECAUSE BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE IS DEFINITELY NOT AN OVERREACTION TO A MINOR ARGUMENT OVER RELIGIOUS DOCTRINE
Huguenot Women: *do not say or sing anything for whatever reason*
*The people become increasingly upset and begin threatening each other. At the moment when it’s about to come to blows, a group of Romani dancers, musicians, and fortune-tellers arrives on the scene.*
Two Romani Girls: HEY EVERYONE IF YOU WANNA HAVE YOUR FORTUNES TOLD FOR A VERY SMALL FEE WE CAN DO JUST THAT TRALALALALALALALA
Townspeople: COME DANCE WITH UUUUUUUUUUUUS
*The Romani dancers dance with various townspeople, successfully lowering tensions so the people no longer want to burn each other alive or commit other acts of violence, at least for the moment.
After the group leaves and the townspeople resume their normal activities, Nevers, Saint-Bris, and Maurevert leave the church.*
Nevers: Valentine wants to stay in the church until later tonight and pray. And that’s completely fine by me! If anything, it gives me more time to prepare the rest of the festivities so I can come back later and give her the grand procession home that my dear new wife deserves. Anyway, catch you later.
*He leaves.*
Saint-Bris: Thanks to him marrying my daughter, I can save face and not be completely dishonored, but there’s absolutely no way I can forget or forgive Raoul’s insult, and if we should ever meet again—
*Marcel comes back with the same letter.*
Marcel: The Comte de Saint-Bris?
Saint-Bris: …Can I help you?
Marcel: My master asked me to give this letter to you, and I—
Saint-Bris: WAIT YOU’RE RAOUL’S SERVANT GIMME THAT LETTER NOW
*He snatches the letter from Marcel’s hands.*
AT LAST RAOUL IS IN PARIS
Marcel: YEAH WE JUST ARRIVED HERE FROM TOURAINE WITH MARGUÉRITE DE VALOIS AND HER COURT AND YOU DIDN’T SO HAHAHAHAHA SUCK IT
Saint-Bris: Given that the reason for that is that your master insulted my daughter and me in front of just about the entire French court, including the Princess, and for whatever reason she thought it would be a good idea to keep him with her—I guess to keep an eye on him—that’s not the flex you think it is.
Marcel: AT ANY RATE WE’RE ALL IN PARIS NOW
Saint-Bris: AND THANK GOD FOR THAT
*He opens the letter and reads the first sentence.*
He has challenged me to a duel!
Marcel: WAIT WHAT OH GOD WHAT IS MY MASTER DOING
Saint-Bris: *showing Maurevert the letter* He wants to have the duel today, right here at the Pré-aux-Clercs, when it’s dark and everyone else has already turned in for the night. ***
Maurevert: Right here! In this very place! It’s perfect!
Saint-Bris: GOD WANTS REVENGE SO HE IS BRINGING RAOUL HERE TO ME AND RAOUL WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE
*He turns to Marcel.*
I accept the challenge. We shall wait for him here.
*Marcel leaves.*
We absolutely cannot have Nevers find out about this. It’s his wedding day, for Pete’s sake! We can’t have him potentially getting himself killed on his own wedding day!
Lord Arturo Bucklaw: *popping in from an opera that had premiered only five months earlier* YEAH THAT WOULD REALLY SUCK
Saint-Bris: GO BACK TO YOUR OWN OPERA
Maurevert: We also can’t have you potentially getting killed on your own daughter’s wedding day!
Look at it this way: he’s Protestant. Protestants suck. God hates Protestants. God is okay with Protestants dying. We can find a way to guarantee he dies.
Saint-Bris: …I’m intrigued. What do you have in mind?
Maurevert: God wills it! We have some ideas. Let’s go into the church to discuss them. ****
*They go back into the church. A church bell rings the hour as a nightwatchman appears.*
The Nightwatchman: ALRIGHT EVERYONE IT’S CURFEW TIME IN PARIS SO PACK IT UP AND GO HOME AND SHUT UP
Townspeople: aww nuts alright everyone it’s curfew time so uh let’s pack it up and go home and shut up
Bois-Rosé: Let’s all go and drink, my friends, and have fun that never ends; let us all forget our rage, and this is the end of my time onstage!
A Catholic Student: Let’s go to our side of town and drink ‘til dawn and no more frown; let’s all go and have some shots and stay away from the Huguenots!
The Nightwatchman: SERIOUSLY Y’ALL GO THE FUCK HOME
Townspeople: IT’S CURFEW WE KNOOOOOOOOOOOW
*The nightwatchman leaves. The townspeople disperse, many going into the two inns. After the square has emptied, Saint-Bris and Maurevert emerge from the church.*
Maurevert: So it’s agreed? You understand what I mean?
Saint-Bris: Our friends will be here in an hour, and we can count on them. Got it. *****
*They leave. Night falls. Marcel returns and looks around to see if Raoul has arrived yet.* ******
Marcel: I want to wait for him here, and if he dies, I’ll die too!
I’M HONESTLY HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS RIGHT NOW ALL JOY IS FLEETING AND USELESS AND FATE IS JUST TAKING US ALONG FOR THE RIDE OF LIFE
But seriously: the whole city is celebrating this royal wedding and they’re being all like “oh!!! fun and peace!!!” and MEANWHILE, we can’t even exist for even a day without the threat of death hanging over us—just because we’re Protestants!
*He impatiently looks around for Raoul again. Nothing. He sighs sadly.*
Let us pray; it is the only thing that can help us!
*He kneels and begins to pray.*
God, defend us! We’re alone and defenseless and this place isn’t safe for us. We have pretty much no one to lead us or support us; we’re being forsaken by everyone who’s supposed to protect us!
THE YOUTH THESE DAYS SERIOUSLY I well told Raoul to avoid mingling with the Catholics at all costs and I told him that they would try to entice him but it was a trap…but he didn’t listen! No one listens to us old folk.
No, Marcel, what are you doing? Stop moaning and groaning—you need to pray!
*He tries to compose himself by praying, but it doesn’t help.*
Please, almighty God, defend us, protect us! We’re alone in the world—
And what would his father say? He entrusted his own son to me; what would we say to each other about all this?
He’d say “You need to stop this duel!” And I’d say, “But our honor is at stake…” And he’d say, “But what about respect and mercy?” And I’d say, “But we’re soldiers!” And he’d say, “All soldiering does is lead to useless death!”
What’s going to happen? Dear God, the moment is at hand…You must pray! Pray!
Almighty God, protect and defend us! We’re alone in this world, and this place isn’t safe for us, and death is hanging over our heads and we have no one to lead or guide us…
IT’S ALL TOO MUCH GOD HAVE MERCY ON US AND PROTECT AND DEFEND US
God, have mercy on us…have mercy!
*He disappears into the darkness. Immediately after this, Valentine appears at the door of the church.*
Valentine: OH GOD I’M SO TERRIFIED I’M SHAKING EVEN AT THE SOUND OF MY OWN FOOTSTEPS I THINK I MIGHT BE LOSING MY MARBLES
I was behind a pillar, and no one could see me, and I was trying to pray but I heard everything! They’re going to try to murder Raoul, and I have to save him—not for his sake, dear God; please don’t hold this against me, I don’t want to be unfaithful; but for my father’s sake, so he doesn’t have blood on his hands and the sin of murder on his soul!
BUT HOW DO I WARN RAOUL
*Marcel returns and Valentine goes back into the church.*
Marcel: My plan is still the same: wait for him, be here at the duel, and if he dies—I die too!
I’M WAITING HERE ALL ALONE AND I’M HEARING STRANGE NOISES AND THEY’RE MAKING ME REALLY NERVOUS AND SCARED IT’S SO UNSETTLING Marcel do the smart thing and find a place to stand guard
*Valentine hesitantly emerges from the church, veiled.*
Valentine: Dear God, I don’t have a lot of time! It’s almost time for the duel and I’m right where it’s supposed to happen and I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WARN RAOUL SO PLEASE HELP ME
Marcel: WHO’S THERE
Valentine: (Oh thank God, it’s his servant, Marcel!)
HEY MARCEL
Marcel: UH WHAT SOMEONE JUST CALLED MY NAME WHO’S THERE
Valentine: COME OVER HERE
Marcel: STOP RIGHT THERE AND GIVE THE PASSWORD OR ELSE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU
Valentine: (What password?) Uh…Raoul?
Marcel: Raoul? Actually, you know what, that’ll do. Come forward so I can see you.
*Valentine steps into the light.*
A VEILED WOMAN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Valentine: Are you afraid of me?
Marcel: Me, afraid??? ME???
Come on, you know me: I’m Marcel! I’m the old defender of the true God! I fight godless Catholics like you! I’M DOIN’ JUST FINE (i lied i’m dyin’ inside)
Valentine: WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS LISTEN UP BOOMER
Marcel: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME
Valentine: LISTEN!!! Raoul is coming here for a duel.
Marcel: Yeah, I know. He’s fighting a horrible, horrible, wicked man in order to avenge his honor. God will defend him. Tell me something I don’t know.
Valentine: Let’s just say that you absolutely must make sure that Raoul has extra people on backup to help defend him. His opponent is planning to pull something really bad so YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE HE HAS BACKUP!!!
*She signals to him to go find Raoul. Marcel leaves in search of Raoul, leaving Valentine with some time to Process Her Feelings™.*
That ungrateful man hurt me so badly when I did absolutely nothing to offend him! But I still love him with everything I have, even though my life has been destroyed! So, I have a chance to save his life, and I want to save his life just like he saved mine in Amboise all that time ago…
Marcel: I WANTED TO TELL HIM BUT I FORGOT HE ALREADY LEFT TO COME HERE AND THAT HE TOLD ME TO GO AHEAD AND WAIT FOR HIM HERE WHEN HE LEFT PROBLEM NOW IS THAT I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE HE IS OR IF I’LL EVEN HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO WARN HIM BEFORE THE DUEL SO I’M TORN ABOUT WHAT TO DO
Valentine: …and then, if I have to forget him, I’ll simply die!
Marcel: OH GOD IF HE SHOWED UP WHILE I WAS GONE THEY’D ALL ATTACK HIM AND HE’D BE COMPLETELY ALONE AND DEFENSELESS AND HE’D BE CRYING OUT FOR ME AS THEY MURDER HIM SO I HAVE TO STAY
But what can I do? What can one man do against so many?
*He begins to sob.*
I’ll do the only thing I can do if things go wrong: I’ll die upon his corpse! I’ll die with him, like a faithful servant!
Valentine: He hurt me so badly, but I still love him with everything I have…and if I have to forget him, I’ll die!
Marcel: God have mercy on me!
Valentine: You clearly understood what I meant. I’ve done what I need to here; goodbye.
*She makes to go back into the church, but Marcel holds her back.*
Marcel: No! Who are you? I want to know!
Valentine: I’m…(Do I tell him who I actually am?)
Marcel: Who are you?
Valentine: I’m…Marcel, I’ll tell you this much: I’m a woman who loves Raoul with everything I have and would gladly die to save his life!
Marcel: Really? You love him that much?
Valentine: OH YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND BECAUSE WORDS CANNOT ADEQUATELY EXPRESS EVERYTHING I’M GOING THROUGH BUT I’LL TRY TO EXPLAIN
Faith, love, and duty are all fighting in my heart! In order to save Raoul, the man I love with every fiber of my being, I’m betraying both my own honor and my father! But I do my best: I beg forgiveness and I place my trust in God, because only God understands every heart!
Marcel: *deeply moved* You have nothing to regret or repent of—you are a devoted and truly noble soul! Don’t cry, my child; from the bottom of my heart, I give you my blessing! Remember: old men’s humble prayers and blessings can do a lot of good, and I trust that God will hear me and grant you His grace!
Valentine: *breaking down into sobs* Thank you, but you truly cannot understand my suffering…I’ll try to explain it as best as I can even though there aren’t enough words…faith and love and duty, and I’m getting torn apart between them all…
Marcel: *to himself* I was always told that women, especially Catholic women, were deceitful from top to toe, inside and out…but her sincerity and her passion come STRAIGHT from God!
*trying to comfort Valentine* Please, don’t cry, there’s nothing to be ashamed of…
Valentine: BUT I DO MY BEST AND I HUMBLY PLEAD FOR FORGIVENESS AND PLACE MY TRUST IN GOD BECAUSE HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY UNDERSTAND EVERYONE INCLUDING ME
Marcel: YOU HAVE NOTHING TO REGRET OR REPENT YOU ARE TRULY AND YOU HAVE MY BLESSING AND I BELIEVE THAT IT CAN DO A LOT OF GOOD AND FOR MY SAKE GOD WILL GRANT YOU HIS GRACE
Valentine: I’M BEING TORN APART AND I’M BETRAYING MY HONOR AND MY FATHER
DEAR GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME I’M PUTTING MY TRUST IN YOU
Marcel: FROM HEAVEN ABOVE GOD WILL HEAR ME AND GRANT YOU HIS GRACE BECAUSE I GIVE YOU MY BLESSING
*Valentine takes off in the direction of the church. Marcel tries to stop her so he can question her further, but she runs back into the church.*
Okay, so I’m not one hundred percent sure what kind of danger Raoul’s in, but he’s definitely in danger! Wake up! We must save Benjamin! *******
*Raoul, Saint-Bris, Tavannes, Cossé, (who are serving as Saint-Bris’ seconds) de Retz, and Méru (who are serving as Raoul’s seconds) enter.* ********
Saint-Bris: Good, we’ve gotten here at the same time.
Raoul: Excuse me? Are you calling my punctuality into question?
Marcel: (How do I warn Raoul about what his opponent is going to try to pull?)
Raoul: OH HEY MARCEL
Marcel: Did you think I wasn’t going to be here?
*He pulls Raoul aside and whispers in his ear.*
An angel came and gave me a warning. Master, you’ve walked right into a trap!
Raoul: MARCEL! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND???
Marcel: …No?
Raoul: Now, I’m not super-experienced with this kind of thing. You four presumably have more experience. Read the duel commandments—I don’t know if there are actually ten or not but anyway, I trust you to ensure a fair fight.
I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN SUNSHIIIIIIIIIINE I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN RAIIIIIIIIIIN I HAVE CONFIDENCE THAT SPRING WILL COME AGAIN BESIDES WHICH YOU SEE I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN ME BY WHICH I MEAN I HAVE CONFIDENCE THAT MY CAUSE IS JUST
Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE JUSTICE OF MY CAUSE
Raoul: In order to avenge myself—
Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: LET THE SWORD BE THE JUDGE
I demand satisfaction! Give me a good sword and some courage; every man for himself and God for all!
Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE JUSTICE OF MY CAUSE SO LET THE SWORDS AVENGE OUR HONOR, LET EVERY MAN FIGHT FOR HIMSELF, AND MAY GOD HELP US ALL
Marcel: THIS IS HORRIBLE IT FEELS LIKE GOD IS FORSAKING US
They’ve betrayed him! God, have mercy and save Raoul, he’s like a son to me!
*The seconds meet in the center of the square.*
Seconds: Number one: no matter what, we will start at the same time. Number two: The fight is three against three—one opponent and two seconds—to the death.
Raoul, de Retz, and Méru: Agreed.
Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: Understood.
*Two of the seconds take Raoul and Saint-Bris’ swords and daggers, examining and measuring them. The other two mark out the paces.*
Marcel: THEY’VE BETRAYED RAOUL DEAR GOD PLEASE SAVE HIM
Seconds: Number three: This fight will only involve us. No one else will take part pinky promise we’re definitely not crossing our other fingers behind our backs
Raoul, de Retz, and Méru: Agreed.
Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: Understood.
Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: Number four: absolutely no mercy to whoever loses.
Raoul, de Retz, and Méru: Agreed.
Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: Understood.
Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE JUSTICE OF MY CAUSE SO LET THE SWORDS DECIDE THE RESULT
*Marcel joins the back-and-forth.*
Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: THEY’RE ALREADY SHAKING LIKE THE COWARDLY WUSSES THEY ARE
Raoul, Marcel, de Retz, and Méru: LET’S JUST IGNORE THAT AND NOT GET PSYCHED OUT
Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: LET’S THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND AND BE BRAVE
Raoul, Marcel, de Retz, and Méru: EN GARDE YOU COWARDS
Raoul, Marcel, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS FIGHT TO BE OVER
Saint-Bris and Méru: THEY’RE ALREADY SHAKING LIKE THE COWARDLY WUSSES THEY ARE
Raoul, Marcel, Tavannes, and de Retz: LET’S JUST IGNORE THAT AND NOT GET PSYCHED OUT
Saint-Bris, Cossé, and Méru: I REALLY HOPE WE CAN KILL HIM AND END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL
Raoul, Marcel, Tavannes, and de Retz: LET’S GET THIS DUEL STARTED
Raoul, Marcel, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I REALLY HOPE WE CAN END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL
Raoul, Marcel, Tavannes, Cossé, and de Retz: LET’S GET OUR SWORDS AND SOME COURAGE
Saint-Bris and Méru: ALL WE NEED IS OUR RAGE
Raoul and Marcel: EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF AND MAY GOD HELP US ALL AND LET’S GET SOME COURAGE
Saint-Bris and Tavannes: WE HAVE TO KILL HIM
The Other Seconds: GOD HELP US ALL
Saint-Bris and de Retz: THOSE DIRTY PROTESTANTS ARE DEFYING HEAVEN’S WRATH
Saint-Bris: GOD WANTS US TO KILL THEM
Raoul and Marcel: EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF AND MAY GOD HELP US ALL
The Seconds: WE HAVE TO KILL HIM
*Everyone gets into place for the beginning of the duel.*
Raoul, Marcel, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: ALRIGHT LET’S FIGHT AND END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL SWORDS UP EN GARDE
*Raoul and Saint-Bris begin the duel. A loud noise is heard from the back, and Marcel runs in the direction of the noise.*
Marcel: STOP I CAN’T TELL HOW MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE OR IF THEY’RE ARMED BUT THERE’S DEFINITELY PEOPLE COMING
*He draws his sword.*
WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS HERE
*Maurevert appears with two other men. All three are armed.*
Maurevert: THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
OH MY GOD HEY EVERYONE THERE ARE A BUNCH OF HUGUENOTS TRYING TO MURDER ONE OF OUR OWN AND THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT BASICALLY EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT’S ACTUALLY HAPPENING
*Saint-Bris, Maurevert, the four seconds, and the two armed men line up side by side.*
ALL DEFENDERS OF THE TRUE GOD COME OUT HERE
*A dozen armed Catholics who had been waiting behind the tree spring out of hiding and join Maurevert, leaving Raoul and Marcel almost completely surrounded.*
Marcel: WHAT BETRAYAL YOU MONSTERS GOD SEES WHAT YOU’RE DOING
*The Huguenot soldiers are heard singing in the tavern on the right. Marcel barely escapes and starts banging on the door.*
IN THE NAME OF COLIGNY HELP DEFEND US AND THE PROTESTANT FAITH
*The soldiers come pouring out of the tavern.*
AT LAST GOD YOU GRANT US VICTORY
*Saint-Bris begins banging on the door of the tavern on the left.*
Saint-Bris: HEY YOU BRAVE STUDENTS GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE AND HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AGAINST THESE HUGUENOT TRAITORS
A Catholic Student: WE’RE ALL COMING
*The students come pouring out in similar fashion. Raoul and Saint-Bris resume their duel.*
Catholic Students and Huguenot Soldiers: HERE WE ARE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE
Catholic Students: YEAH GET OUTTA HERE
Huguenot Soldiers: GO BACK TO YOUR CLASSES SCHOOLBOYS
Catholic Students: YOU’RE ALL PRAYER MUTTERERS AND DEVIL WORSHIPPERS
Huguenot Soldiers: Y’ALL ARE WEAK-ASS SOLDIERS WHO FIGHT FOR HOLY WATER FOUNTS
Catholic Students: Ah, so THIS is what Calvinist honor looks like!
Huguenot Soldiers: And THIS is what Papist loyalty looks like!
Catholic Students: TO THE STAKE WITH ALL YOU HEATHENS
Huguenot Soldiers: TO THE DEVIL WITH ALL YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BIGOTS
*The Catholic and Huguenot women with the soldiers and students pour into the square and begin insulting each other in similar fashion.*
Catholic Women: YOU EAT WITH HERETICS
Huguenot Women: YOU DANCE WITH THE STUDENTS AND DANCING IS BAD
Catholic Women: GO HIDE WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE YOU SHAMELESS HORRIBLE WOMEN
Huguenot Women: YOU’RE THE SHAMELESS HORRIBLE ONES AND YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND SHUT ALL THE WAY UP
Catholic Women: YOU’RE THE HUGUENOTS’ LITTLE PLAYTHINGS
Huguenot Women: YOU’RE THE PETS OF FILTHY HYPOCRITES
All the Women: GET THE FUCK OUT WE’VE HAD IT SO WATCH OUT
*The people continue to repeat the same insults.*
All the Townspeople: ENOUGH OF INSULTS GOD WILLS IT
Raoul, Marcel, and Saint-Bris: YOU COWARDS YOU COULDN’T TRUST A FAIR OUTCOME SO YOU ALREADY HAD YOUR FRIENDS THERE THAT’S NOT FAIR AT ALL NOW LET’S FIGHT AND GOD WILL DECIDE THE RESULT
*Saint-Bris stops for a moment.*
Saint-Bris: Very well! Until now, we’ve had a duel that was all nice and proper! But you’ve forced my hand—LET THIS BECOME AN ALL OUT WAR NO RULES NO MERCY
Raoul: VERY WELL THEN ALL OUT FIGHT TO THE DEATH
Everyone: LET’S GO IT’S AN ALL OUT FIGHT TO THE DEATH
*The duel turns into a mass street riot.*
NOT ANOTHER WORD DEATH TO ANYONE WHO OPPOSES US GOD WILLS IT
*An entourage of royal guards and pages, including Urbain, arrives and breaks up the riot.*
Urbain: EVERYONE STOP AND SHOW SOME RESPECT FOR MARGUÉRITE DE VALOIS
*Everyone clears to opposite ends of the square as Marguérite enters on horseback with her royal suite. She dismounts.*
Marguérite: Are. you. KIDDING ME??? Even in Paris, the very home of the King, the center of our power, we have to live in fear of you fighting like this?!?!?! I can’t even go out on a Sunday night and return home without running into a riot?!?!
Someone tell me who started it. Now.
Saint-Bris: *pointing to Raoul, Marcel, and the Huguenot soldiers* IT’S THEIR FAULT WE WERE JUST TRYING TO GET JUSTICE BECAUSE THEY BETRAYED US
Raoul: *pointing to Saint-Bris* IT’S HIS FAULT HE TRIED TO MURDER US FOR LITCHRALLY NO REASON
Marguérite: Great, I can’t even get a conclusive answer! Who am I supposed to believe??? And these are very serious accusations that you two are making. What proof is there to back them up?
Marcel: I HAVE PROOF LET ME TELL YOU
*He points to Saint-Bris and Maurevert.*
THEY WANTED TO MURDER MY MASTER
Saint-Bris: OH GOD WHO TOLD YOU
Marguérite: Um…I have the same question.
Marcel: I CAN TELL YOU
This woman, she could’ve been an angel for all I know, came and told me because she wanted to save Raoul! And she was completely right about Raoul being in danger because of these TRAITORS!!!
Saint-Bris: YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES
If you’re telling the truth, which you surely are not, then where is this woman NOW, huh???????
*Conveniently for Marcel and for the advancement of the plot, at this exact moment Valentine emerges from the church, still veiled.*
Marcel: WAIT THERE SHE IS
*Everyone turns to look at the veiled woman.*
Townspeople: THE PLOT THICKENS
Saint-Bris: So SHE’S the one who accused and betrayed me? I WILL FIND OUT WHO THIS FAITHFUL INFORMANT IS
*Valentine, who is (understandably) extremely uncomfortable with all this, runs down the church steps and tries to escape, but Saint-Bris chases after her and pulls her veil off.*
MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!?!
Townspeople: OH GOD SHIT JUST GOT REAL
Saint-Bris: You…here…at this late an hour…
Valentine: Father, please—
Saint-Bris: WHAT AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO BETRAY ME LIKE THIS
Valentine: Everything overwhelms me!
Saint-Bris: YOU’RE A DOUBLE CROSSER
Valentine: I’M SORRY THIS REALLY ISN’T A GREAT SITUATION AND I DON’T LIKE IT EITHER
Saint-Bris: YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY REPUTATION
Valentine: NO I DON’T PLEASE FORGIVE ME
Raoul: What?…What is going on here?…I can scarcely believe it—what noble bravery!
Marguérite: I can scarcely believe it…
Raoul: She stood up for me, she defended me against her terrifying, domineering father—even after I insulted her!
Marguérite: I didn’t know she had such noble bravery in her!
Valentine: You’ve accused me of trying to ruin you when I wanted to do no such thing! Do you really think that I would try to do that to you?
Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: SHE STOOD UP AGAINST THE CRUELTY OF HER FATHER THAT’S HONESTLY REALLY HUGE
Everyone Else: WOW WHAT’S GOING ON HERE
Raoul: WAIT HOLD UP A SECOND I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WAS WILLING TO SAVE MY LIFE BY RISKING HER FATHER’S WRATH WHEN SHE DOESN’T EVEN LOVE ME
Marguérite: What are you talking about? She only loves you!
Valentine: MADAME FOR MERCY’S SAKE PLEASE DON’T MAKE THIS WORSE
Raoul: THAT’S NOT TRUE SHE BETRAYED ME
Marguérite: EXCUSE ME WHAT WHERE DID THIS HAPPEN
Raoul: AT NEVERS’ HOUSE
Valentine: WAIT WHAT
Raoul: YEAH I SAW HER WITH NEVERS AT HIS HOUSE
Marguérite: OH MY GOD VALENTINE ONLY WENT THERE BECAUSE THEY WERE ENGAGED AND SHE WAS GOING TO BREAK OFF HER ENGAGEMENT—
Valentine: PLEASE THIS IS ONLY GOING TO MAKE HIM FEEL WORSE
Marguérite: —SO SHE COULD MARRY YOU
Raoul: WAIT WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Townspeople: OH GOD OH FUCK
Saint-Bris: VALENTINE HOW DARE YOU THIS WHOLE THING IS UNFORGIVABLE
Everyone: OH GOD WHAT AN OUTRAGE THIS SITUATION IS SO FUCKED UP
Raoul: So I’m the one who’s unworthy of her, not the other way around…
Everyone: YUP THIS WHOLE THING IS SO FUCKED UP
Raoul: OH GOD I INSULTED HER FOR NO REASON VALENTINE I’M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME
*He turns to Saint-Bris.*
I know this is super-awkward timing and a bad situation in general, but can I please marry your daughter? I love her madly!
*Valentine opens her mouth to speak but Saint-Bris cuts her off.*
Saint-Bris: You loved her?
Raoul: I still do! All I ask is for your forgiveness and her hand in marriage.
Saint-Bris: You really still love her?
Raoul: WITH ALL MY HEART AND WITHOUT HER I WILL NEVER HAVE TRUE HAPPINESS AGAIN
Saint-Bris: WELL THAT JUST MAKES TODAY ALL THE SWEETER AND MORE SCHADENFREUDE-Y
You beg me for her hand in marriage? Well, I have some news for you: she’s no longer mine to ask for, because earlier today she and Nevers were married—SHE’S NOW THE WIFE OF ANOTHER MAN!!!
Townspeople: WAIT SHE’S BEEN MARRIED OFF TO SOMEONE ELSE???
Huguenot Soldiers: Oh, good Lord!
*At this moment, a joyous march can be heard in the distance.*
Saint-Bris: WOULD YOU LISTEN TO THAT! Her husband is coming back to get her!
EVERYONE IS SO HAPPY AND WE ARE TRIUMPHANT AND IT’S A SPECTACLE WORTHY OF THE SAINT-BRIS AND NEVERS FAMILIES
*A large boat, richly decorated and lit, sails down the river. Onboard are Nevers, musicians, pages, several members of the court, and Nevers and Valentine’s entire wedding party. Nevers gets off the boat and rushes in to greet Valentine.*
Nevers: My noble wife, my dear Valentine, come with me! I love you, and I hope we can cherish our vows together! There’s a whole party waiting so we can celebrate this happy day together—I adore you and I’m proud to be your husband and your friend!
*The Romani dancers and musicians return and take up the festive music. They approach Valentine and Nevers and present them with flowers and sweets. Nevers signals to one of the pages to give them gold. The dancers dance and the others bring in torches. Nevers takes Valentine’s hand and escorts her to the boat; they are followed by Saint-Bris, Nevers’ pages, and the entire wedding escort.*
Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: THEIR WEDDING PARTY IS GOING TO BE AMAZING MAY HEAVEN BLESS THEM WITH LONG LIVES AND A HAPPY HOME LET’S ALL SING AND DANCE AND CELEBRATE
LONG LIVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL OF BRIDES AND MAY HEAVEN BLESS THIS COUPLE WITH JOY
*The Catholic students and Huguenot soldiers begin threatening each other again.*
Catholic Students and Huguenot Soldiers: NO MORE PEACE WE HAVE TO FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL SO REVENGE OR DEATH
Marguérite: EVERYONE STOP FIGHTING AND SHOW SOME RESPECT
Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: MAY THEY HAVE LONG HAPPY LIVES AND THE BEST WEDDING PARTY EVER ANYWAY LET’S ALL CELEBRATE
Raoul: I FUCKED UP AND NOW MY LIFE IS OVER
Marguérite and Urbain: RAOUL PLEASE CALM THE FUCK DOWN
Saint-Bris: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER ULTIMATE SCHADENFREUDE
Catholic Students and Huguenot Soldiers: ENOUGH OF THIS OUR ONLY OPTIONS ARE VENGEANCE OR DEATH
Marguérite and Urbain: CALM DOWN!!! but really things are not looking good at all
Raoul: NOW SHE’S MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE I FUCKED UP SPECTACULARLY I HATE THIS AND I HATE HER NEW HUSBAND BECAUSE HE’S MY RIVAL
Marcel: THIS IS SO MESSED UP
Marguérite: EVERYONE STOP AND SHOW SOME RESPECT
Nevers and Valentine: *do not say anything, for some reason*
Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: WE LOVE WEDDINGS AND MAY THEY HAVE THE BEST WEDDING PARTY EVER AND THE BEST MARRIAGE EVER AND LONG LIVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF BRIDES
Raoul, Marcel, Catholic Students, and Huguenot Soldiers: ENOUGH OF THIS NO MORE PEACE
Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: LONG LIVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL OF BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDES
*Once everyone in the wedding party is on board the boat, it sails away as the majority of the crowd waves it goodbye. Marguérite remounts her horse and leaves with her entourage; the people bow. Groups of Protestants and Catholics continue to threaten each other from across the square.*
Notes
Due to technical issues (unrelated to the ones that caused me to have to remake this post), Acts IV and V are on a separate post here.
#opera#opera tag#les huguenots#opera simplified#i will get around to bolding character names eventually i am just so tired and i already had to remake this post#meyerbeer#giacomo meyerbeer#augustin eugène scribe#émile de saint amand deschamps
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
CHARACTER INFORMATION
face claim: Idris Elba
full name: Marquis Owusu
nickname(s) / goes by: Marcus
pronouns & gender: he/him/his and cis man
sexuality: heterosexual
birth date: November 24, 1973 ( 50 years old )
birth place: Saint-Germain-en-Laye, France
arrival to merrock: 2011, twelve years ago.
housing: the coast and pier
occupation: Owner and CEO of Le Marquis Business Consultancy and Investments Inc
work place:
family: deceased mother and father, deceased wife of eight years, one older siblings and two younger siblings, three children: Charlotte “Lottie” Rose, daughter born October 2017 and twins Finn Dion and Sienna Alexandra born August 2018
relationship status: Widower / Single
PERSONALITY
He’s got a face that people often takes him to be incredibly serious, and when it comes to work, he plays no games. Marquis can often seem cold and aloof, aside from when he is with close friends and family. There, another side of him comes out, a more charming and caring side of him comes out. He knows his fault is shutting people out after so much loss in his life but he tries his best to not come across as harsh or standoffish but it’s something he knows that his personality comes with a fault and is something he continually is working on to just not be the ‘business man’ that he often exudes when in public.
WRITTEN BY: Bri (she/her), est.
BACKGROUND / BIO
triggering / sensitive content: tw parental death, tw parental loss, tw death mention, tw spousal death, tw childbirth, tw death, tw infertility, tw early term pregnancy
Born to Omari Osuwu and Penelope Osuwu in Saint-Germain-en-Laye, France life with the Osuwu’s was relatively normal. Well, as normal of a life could be for a household of six. Being the second born child came with less challenges, at least that was his mother always alleged. When she welcomed Marquis into the family she was expecting him to be the rebel son, the hot-headed tempered child, much like her pregnancy had been. Hot and cold the entire time, but from the moment he popped into the world he was the levelheaded peaceful child of the bustling bunch.
Despite the challenges that came with his father always working, his mother made the best home for them. They didn’t go without, his father providing for the family financially while being the disciplinary in the household. For the most part he ruled with an iron fist, but that was just due to the fact he liked order. It was never too much of a power trip, or nothing his mother couldn’t manage to smooth over if she felt he was being too particularly difficult with any of the children. Still, as most people saw it, he was a man attempting to raise a family of four children and keep a happy wife. Sometimes that meant having things more strict and set at times than others. Still, if you asked him, there was no doubt that his mother was the shining star of their Owusu family. She made sure they got to live their best childhoods possible. There were trips to Paris, day or weekend long excursions to neighboring countries, and endless activities that pepper his memory. One thing his mother was determined o do was raise well-rounded, worldly children. For this, from the moment they were just starting school, each child was enrolled by their mother into multiple language lessons.
By the time Marquis was thirteen he was fluent in French, English, Spanish, and German. Given both his parents were well-versed in multiple languages themselves, his father always appreciated the love and care that his wife put in to making sure the kids would have the best opportunities for their future, starting with being fluent in other languages and enrolling them in a top accredited school for their primary and secondary education. In his father’s eyes this would give them the best advantage when going out into the world when they became adults.
To Marquis, by any other standard, the Owusu’s lived a normal life with his family. When he turned seventeen he started interning with his father at the bank he worked at, and it was the first lightbulb that went off in his head that things made sense. He caught onto patterns faster than his father, started to build client relationships, and before he knew it he had caught the eye of the local bank president who decided to make him a personal project and take him under his wing as a mentee. With a new mentor leading him distance grew between his father and him. After finishing secondary school, and with glowing recommendations from his mentor he entered a business school in Paris. Part of him wasn’t expecting to excel as well as he did but each time he turned around he was catching the eyes of several professors — and the women on the campus.
During his university years he was know as a bit of a lady’s man, wining and dining them, but never was in the mindset to settle down. If anything it was just the little bit of fun he needed while building towards whatever future career he was planning for himself. To him, a relationship wasn’t needed to him to be happy. To him his goals were always more career oriented, much like his father. Setting his eyes on someday being a president of a local bank in France, living a comfortable life, once all the things fell into place. It wasn’t until one of his professors approached him and told him he could do so much more with his skill set. That aiming for just working in a bank was well below what he could do. While back to interning with his father, he signed up for all different classes at his university that his new mentor suggested from accounting, investing, human resources, project management, and more. This was where he got the first taste of the world of investment.
When he graduated university he accepted a position in an investment firm as an entry level advisor. At the beginning it was mostly just paperwork and mind-numbing dribble. There came a point he almost gave it up, starting to think this wasn’t the career path for him. But, stubborn like a bull, he stuck it through and started to gather his own clientele and a name for himself within the business.
Over the next few years Marquis continually raised through the ranks learning every bit he could about proper investing in companies, start-up businesses, and people. In his mid twenties, his father suddenly passed due to cardiac arrest leaving his mother well off financially. Though no amount of money can prepare a person for losing the love of their life. While his father had never been overly affectionate, his mother always said he loved her beyond measure at all times of the day. Something Marquis didn’t fully understand since he had never felt a love that powerful. What could he comprehend? His mother passing away only six weeks later. Doctors said it was respiratory failure but Marquis knew his mother died of a broken heart and couldn’t continue to live without the love of her life. Once the estate was settled each sibling was left a considerable amount of financials from everything from trusts to properties, something Marquis hadn’t even been aware they had.
For awhile he floated lost in the world, losing both parents so close together and both of them prior to him turning thirty years old. He attempted his hardest to be a sounding board for his younger siblings when needed while still attempting to try and figure out his own grief and life — mainly how to move forward after something that rocked his life upside down. Anger, sadness, and grief started to consume him little by little so he threw himself into his work, storing his portion of money he had inherited into investments while he continued to work.
After being overlooked and several promotions came and went with someone with less experience were brought up over him, despite the massive clientele base he had brought into the business, he decided to reach out to the one person he felt like he still had for his own sounding board. His old mentor and father’s old boss, this is where the budding idea started of opening his own investment firm in France. He wanted a mix of business consultancy and investments. Little did he know how good he’d be at running his own business, investing others money into proper channels and consulting for others to build their own businesses taking a percentage of profit to help up and coming business. For the next decade Le Marquis Business Consultancy and Investments Inc opened two more brick and mortar businesses in France, one in London, one in New York City, one in Miami and one in Los Angeles. For Marquis this was all about building his empire, building his legacy, and taking a no holds barge approach.
Some considered him ruthless with the way he came in and built a company of seven offices around the world, but he was building something for himself, and no one else. His siblings, however, bugged him about settling down but it truly never crossed his mind. With the amount of travel and meetings to keep the expanse of businesses he had running who had time to think about settling down. It wasn’t that he didn’t date, he just didn’t let it get any further than a few fun nights in bed before going their separate ways. It wasn’t until he was home one Christmas at thirty five years old did he meet the new next door neighbor to his eldest sibling. It was here he understood the meaning of what it was to meet your other half and feel like you were struck by lightening all at once. Eleanor was confident, had a tiny business making jewelry and his idea of sweet talking was offering to invest into her business. What truly shocked him was the blunt way she told him to kick rocks and move along.
It was no immediate love story, though he was captured by her immediately, but mostly it started off as bickering but slowly developed into more. Marriage followed nearly two years later after dating and they started talking about him slowing down as Eleanor wanted children. With a promise of opening one last firm, what he would coin his ‘retirement’ firm where he’d work most exclusively out of, would be what lead him to Merrock where Eleanor’s parents were local from. After finding the perfect building for his business they spent the next several months settling into Merrock life.
Going from massive cities, constant traveling, and endless business meetings to small town life wasn’t easy for Marquis at first. It left him restless but his wife was patient with him. It was at 38 years old did both Marquis and Eleanor start trying for a family of their own. With his wife at only 32 years old he didn’t think it would be as hard as it was, but one year turned into two and they were slapped with potential infertility issues. With the help of medication and lots of patience, at 44 years old Marquis and his wife welcomed their first born daughter into the world.
They were supposed to be on cloud nine, and it wasn’t supposed to happen, but twelve weeks later they got the news that after one night of celebrating, Eleanor was 5 weeks pregnant, and to bigger surprise came then when they found out she was pregnant with twins. Being that his wife was nearly 39 years old now she was placed in high risk. Marquis took every precaution possible once he heard those words, money was no object and he sought out the best medical care to bring to Merrock. At only twenty eight weeks along Eleanor went into labor delivering two premature babies, a beautiful baby boy and baby girl. They were small and needed time to develop in the NICU but they were strong, however his wife wasn’t as lucky. Due to the high risk pregnancy she suffered two embolisms in her lungs and by the time they caught it, it was too late and she didn’t survive through the night.
At nearly 45 years old Marquis was now not only a widow but caring for three babies, an almost one year old, and newborn infants. His siblings came to Merrock and with the help of Eleanor’s parents to help him settle in as best as he could. Five years later he still regrets waiting so long to start a family. Part of him blames himself that if he hadn’t been so stubborn and worried strictly about his business, if they had tried earlier, she wouldn’t be gone. Not to mention the regrets he has not being careful enough after she had given birth to their first daughter. It’s a blame he hasn’t let himself forgive himself for, and not sure he ever will.
At the end of the day, business doesn’t stop for anyone when you are running a global company. To be close to his wife’s roots and her family he decided to stay in Merrock, though his family suggested him coming back to France. After hiring a nanny to hep with the kids in between, he has done everything he can to be as devoted of a father, attempting to give them anything and everything they could want. It means learning how to balance the business that he hopes to someday pass onto his children, and spending time with his little family. Though if you had told him in his twenties he’d never thought at fifty years old he’d be a widower raising his six year old daughter and five year old twins. But something he’s learned several times in life, life doesn’t always go as planned.
#merrockbio#marquisowusu#death tw#parental death tw#spousal death tw#childbirth tw#premature birth tw#early term pregnancy tw#infertility tw
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Marengo (2/3)
It is not the first time that he has been confronted with such a situation. Already, in 1796, in the Army of the Rhine, he had learned that the course of a battle can easily be reversed, as soon as one knows how to take into account the balance of power and especially when one can decide quickly, very quickly.
But this situation, how does it present itself? Part of the French were turned back, but it was possible to regroup them as soon as the men, seeing the reserves arriving, regained their confidence. Desaix quickly set out his plan: to reconstitute heavy artillery fire by arranging his own guns and those of Marmont, meaning, about eighteen pieces, which would be simultaneously directed at the two extremities of the Austrian army; to mass in tight columns the fresh brigades to support those which have been fighting since dawn; restructure the consular guard - this "granite redoubt", as Berthier said, to have an appropriate instrument of resistance, finally, to attempt at an opportune moment a dazzling cavalry charge intended to create a psychological shock both among the French and among their opponents.
Sitting in the grass with Bonaparte, the general ends his presentation, which raises no objections. According to Napoleon, who would say later that he had, at that moment, "the foreboding of his death", he seems gloomy and even disillusioned when an artillery discharge exploding a few meters from him, he confides to the First Consul: " Ah! The cannonballs no longer recognize me. "
At this precise moment of the day, the Austrian army, faced with the inertia of the French who retreated, advances in music as in the parade, convinced that the fight is over [..]
The Austrians' taste for music was going to be fatal to them, for suddenly, at four in the afternoon, a burst of cannonballs fell on them. At first surprised, the white uniforms throw themselves to the ground, desperately looking for where the blow came from.
The plan imagined by Desaix is set up in less than an hour. The fight begins again, more violent, fiercer, bloodier than the previous one, with this rage to win that the French now feel deep in their stomachs. The formidable war machine of this army which, under the tricolor flag, has never bent, on the Rhine as well as in Egypt and Italy, begins to function in a compact mass, bringing together one by one its dispersed elements like so many drops of water joining the mother river until composing this imperious torrent which nothing can resist. And here come Lannes, Murat, Monnier, Victor and Gardanne who, meter by meter, are rapidly reconquering this territory of rutted furrows that they had abandoned a few hours earlier, in turn jostling the enemy battalions who are now retreating under the assault [..]
General Desaix begins to feel the weakness of the adversary; his artillery is doing wonders now, but he feels it will not be enough. They must go further, faster. Already, the Austrian ranks are starting to break up and a breach is emerging on the side of the cavalry. The time has come to make a new decision, arguably the biggest in his life [..]
What to do ? Wait for Bonaparte's orders? But the latter has already left for the other end of the plain. Behind him he hears the 9th Light Brigade pawing the ground impatiently [..] And here he is, gently [..] raising the sword he is holding in his right hand. This is the signal: everyone is holding their breath.
The late afternoon sun floods the battlefield with light [..]
Suddenly he brutally lowers his saber and throws his horse with a thrust. A collective howl salutes his order and, in a cloud of dust, a thousand horsemen charge at full gallop on the Austrians paralyzed by the audacity of such an enterprise. The violence of the shock is incredible [..]
In the melee, all of a sudden, Desaix slips off his horse, under the gaze of Second Lieutenant Lebrun who follows him and who immediately jumps to the ground to come to his aid. For a second, their eyes meet [..]
It is now six o'clock.
The frenzy of the fight is such that Lebrun must get back on his horse and continue, leaving behind the corpse of his general. There will be others, fifteen thousand in this day, six thousand on the French side and more than nine thousand on the Austrian side.
Gonzague Saint Bris - Desaix, le sultan de Bonaparte
#napoleonic#gonzague saint bris#desaix le sultan de bonaparte#louis charles antoine desaix#battle of marengo#jean lannes#joachim murat#jean charles monnier#claude victor perrin#gaspard amédée gardanne#auguste viesse de marmont#anne-charles lebrun
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pedro or Pierre Gailhard, full name Pierre Samson Gailhard, (1 August 1848 – 12 October 1918) was a French opera singer and theatre director.
Gifted with an exceptional singing bass voice, Pedro Gailhard made his debut at the Opéra-Comique in December 1867, then sang at the Opéra Garnier, as Mephisto in Faust by Charles Gounod in 1871, a role which he also sang at Covent Garden. His interprétation of Leporello in Don Giovanni by Mozart was considered remarkable, as was his portrayal of other roles, such as Osmin in Mozart's Die Entführung aus dem Serail, Kaspar in Weber's Der Freischütz, the King in Thomas' Hamlet, Pythéas in Gounod's Sapho, Saint-Bris and Nevers in Meyerbeer's Les Huguenots, and Faust in Boito's Mefistofele.
Pedro Gailhard was the first lyric artist to be named director of the Paris Opera, which he headed from 1884 to 1891 and from 1893 to 1907. He was mentioned as such in the novel The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux.
#Pedro Gailhard#Opéra-Comique#Opéra Garnier#Faust#Charles Gounod#Don Giovanni#Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart#Die Entführung aus dem Serail#Carl Maria von Weber#Der Freischütz#Hamlet#Ambroise Thomas#Sapho#Les Huguenots#L'Africaine#Giacomo Meyerbeer#Mefistofele#Arrigo Boito#The Phantom of the Opera#Covent Garden#Gaston Leroux
12 notes
·
View notes
Note
☁ Augustaggie & Bratrick *ignora que en el post del meme pone 'ship' bc los quiere demasiado afgbdbdbf*
*ignora la palabra ship en el post porque aquí es justo y necesario poner HC de las father-daughter y father-son relationships*
☁ for a random headcanon about Maggie Bishop and August Collins
Maggie nunca había sabido muy bien cómo controlar sus emociones, siempre había sido una chica muy sensible desde que era muy pequeña pero ahora que estaba en plena adolescencia con 12 años recién cumplidos todo era peor, en especial porque en los 5 años que llevaba en la Academia era la primera vez que se sentía nostálgica y quería más que nunca estar cerca de su familia. Y como si ese no pareciera ser el peor año para Maggie, una tarde mientras estaba haciendo una de sus tareas para una de sus clases sobre el Descendum ocurrió lo que nunca se espero, la pequeña bruja visitó su infierno personal. El tiempo que estuvo ahí le era desconocido pues a la chica le pareció una eternidad, pero cuando por fin regresó a este mundo lo único que hizo fue gritar con todas sus fuerzas, aquella acción claramente alertó no solo a los tutores si no también a sus compañeros y prácticamente todos querían saber qué le había pasado a la chica, pero esta estaba se negaba a hablar y solo se encontraba sentada en su cama abrazando sus piernas.
Varios de los alumnos y algunos de los tutores pensaron en llamar a sus padres para tratar de hacerla salir de aquel trance, pero justo en esos momentos August regresó a la Academia de haber estado una parte de la tarde paseando por la ciudad. Las noticias del estado de Maggie no tardaron en llegar hasta el mayor y sin importarle lo que pudieran opinar los tutores o demás alumnos corrió al cuarto de su amiga y la rodeó con sus brazos, claramente Maggie reconoció el contacto, pues August se había vuelto su confidente desde su primera noche en la Academia y no tardó en soltarse a llorar mientras lo abrazaba “Tranquila estoy aquí” susurró él mayor en el tono más paternal, mismo que siempre reservaba para Bishop y evitando quebrarse frente a ella. —Y-yo te vi morir, y a mis padres, mis hermanos, a Timmy, Bonnie, a mi abuela, y n-no podía hacer nada para salvarlos, trate de curarlos pero mi magia no funcionaba, y eso pasaba una y otra vez— explicó la chica entre sollozos aún sin atreverse a romper el abrazo. “Maggie, nadie esta muerto tranquila, mira estoy bien, estoy vivo, y voy a seguir así un largo tiempo igual que tus padres tu hermanos y todos los que te importan” la voz de Collins seguía teniendo ese tono paternal y también se negaba a romper el contacto con la chica e incluso había empezado a dejar pequeñas caricias en su espalda para tratar de calmarla. “Lo que viste es solo una pesadilla y estoy seguro que es parte de tu infierno personal y que no tendrás que volver ahí si no quieres, ya que todo indica que posee el Descendum” aquellas palabras de parte de August lograron por fin que Maggie levantara su rostro para poder mirarlo —¿Entonces eso nunca va a pasar?— la voz de la menor aún estaba demasiado rota pero no podía controlarlo “No nunca va a pasar, y yo te prometo que siempre voy a estar contigo”
☁ for a random headcanon about Patrick Payne and Brandon Elmer
Patrick sabía que su relación más extraña era con Brandon, si bien eran amigos, sabía muy bien que el mayor a veces desearía no haberlo conocido porque Payne es especialista en sacarlo de sus casillas, pero también Brandon era lo más cercano a un padre que Patrick tenía y aquello lo aprendió muy bien cuando tenía unos 17 años.
—¿Que quieres Bacalao?— expresó de mal humor el chico una vez que se encontró con el contrario en su puerta, suponía que se había enterado de la nueva pelea que había tenido en la escuela y ahora venía a darle una reprimenda “Solo quería hablar contigo, y no me llames bacalo” la seriedad era presente en la voz del pescador —Bueno hazlo rápido, tengo que ir a casa de Bri a ver como esta— no tarda en recargarse contra el marco de la puerta y cruzarse de brazos “Escuche que te peleaste en la escuela chico ¿ahora porque?” una ligera preocupación se lograba percibir en la voz del mayor —Un idiota estaba hablando mal de Bri, dijo que era una ñoña que solo tenía la cabeza metida entre sus libros y que era un desperdicio de una cara bonita, no iba a dejar que se saliera con la suya— de solo recordar aquello le volvía a hervir la sangre y quería volver a moler a golpes a ese idiota por lo que cerró sus puños, gesto ante el cual Brandon negó con la cabeza “Patrick, sé que no nos llevamos muy bien pero te tengo algo de aprecio y ya que no están tus padres para decirte esto, quiero que lo escuches antes de que acabes mal, no puedes ir solucionando todo a golpes, si lo que ese chico dijo de tu mejor amiga estuvo mal pero la violencia no siempre es la solución ¿si? solo tenlo en cuenta” Patrick solo puso los ojos en blanco al escucharlo —Si claro, gracias bacalao— expresó con algo de sarcasmo —Ahora si me disculpas tengo que ir a ver como esta Bri— no tarda en salir de su casa y cerrar la puerta queriendo dar esa conversación por terminada “Si esta bien, solo ten cuidado y piensa en lo que te dije, y bueno sabes que puedes contar conmigo si lo necesitas Patrick” el mayor realizó un ligero encogimiento de hombros —Si gracias Brandon— en los labios del chico pronto apareció una muy pequeña sonrisa, para después alejarse, aunque no sabía que en ese momento sería el que haría que Patirck en verdad viera a Brandon como un apoyo y alguien a quien pedir consejo.
#faceitxtiger#Hola pido perdon por esto#lloremos#LOS AMO A LOS DOS#sin gif porque son bebes#Maggie sensible me dolio#y PATRICK siendo mas idiota de lo que es#i love you#♪we got a father daughter kind of relationship |maggie and august#♪you are like a role model to me but you need to calm down |patrick and brandon
2 notes
·
View notes
Photo
“Cinq détenus pour le meutre de Georgeville,” L’Illustration Nouvelle. August 24, 1940.
---
La victime est M. Jeffrey Munn, un cultivateur de la région d’Hamilton
----
LE VOL MOBILE DU CRIME
----
L'assistant-directeur Louis Jargailles, de la Sûreté municipale, nous a informé, hier soir, que l’homme qui fut trouvé assassiné dans des broussailles près de la route, à Georgeviile. non loin de Magog, est M. Jeffrey Munn, veuf, cultivateur à sa retraite, âgé de 53 ans, habitant dans un petit village, situé près de Hamilton. Ontario. II a de plus révélé que la Sûreté provinciale détient un homme et quatre femmes comme témoins importants dans cette affaire.
---
Il appert, d’après les déclarations que nous a faites M. Jargailles, que
M Jeffrey Munn, ayant vendu sa ferme, au début du mots, décida de voir du pays. Voyageant dans une auto Buick sedan, de couleur marron. il vint à Montréal où il séjourna, durant quelque temps dans une pension de la rue Union. II s'y fit de nombreux amis et. le samedi 19 août il disparaissait, pour ne plus être revu vivant.
Découverte du cadavre
Le 13 courant. George Wilson, âgé de 10 ans, fils de M Henry Wilson, résidant à Georgeville. en cheminant dans les broussailles qui bordaient la route, découvrit, non loin de Magog, le cadavre affreusement mutilé d’un homme d'un
certain âge. Les premières constatâtions de la police montrèrent que l’inconnu avait été tué a l'aide d’un instrument contondant, que ses vêtements étalent disparus et que son corps avait été en partie brûlé par le eu les meurtriers qui avaient ainsi tenté de faire disparaître toute trace de leur crime
Télégramme d’Ontario
Le lieutenant Mérineau, à la téte d'une escouade de détectives, fut dépêché sur les lieux et commença immédiatement une enquête approfondie qui ne donna aucun résultat jusqu'au 17, au soir. A cette date, la police municipale de Montréal reçut un télégramme des parents d'un certain M. Jeffrey Munn. habitant près de Hamilton, Ontario, demandant que l’on fasse des recherches pour retrouver ce dernier qui n'avait pas donné signe de vie depuis son départ pour Montreal.
Auto ensanglantés
L’inspecteur Brodeur, de la Sûreté municipale, fit effectuer des recherches. Le 11 août dernier, un lundi, les agents de la radio-patrouille de Montréal avaient trouvé dans l’est de la ville, une automobile Buick sedan, pleine de sang et de bris de verres â l’Intérieur, portant les plaques d’un permis d’Ontario. L’auto fut identifiée comme celle de M. Jeffrey Munn. Il était évident que l’auto avait fait
recement une longue raudonnée â très grande vitesse car le capot du radiateur était désoudé en plusieurs endroits.
Le sous-directeur Jargailles pensa soudain que l’assassiné de Magog pouvait être te voyageur d’Ontario. Les deux Sûretés décidèrent d’unir leurs efforts pour mener â bien celte affaire. L'inspecteur Brodeur mit à la disposition de M. Jargailles deux de ses meilleurs limiers, les sergents-détectives Oublie et O. Lemieux, qui agirent sous les ordres du lieutenant A. Mérineau. de la Sûreté provinciale.
Une photographie
Les policiers eurent tôt fait de découvrir où le disparu avait sé journé dans notre ville. Or, à l'un de ces endroits, où ils perquisitionnèrent, ils trouvèrent un petit appareil photographique dans lequel se trouvait une pellicule qui, développée, montra l'image de Munn accompagné de plusieurs personnes. (C’est un agrandissement d’une partie de cette photo que nous publions ici.)
Identification positive
Entre temps, le fils du disparu, actuellement dans l’armée, était venu de l'Ontario à Montréal et par les travaux dentaires qui avaient été faits à la mâchoire de l’assassiné de Magog, identifia positivement le cadavre comme étant celui de son père. Une fille de la victime reconnut elle aussi le cadavre. Les enfants identifièrent aussi une bague que le défunt portait à l'annulaire et qui avait été oubliée par l’auteur ou les auteurs du crime dans leur précipitation. Il s'agit d'une bague qui avait appartenu à un fils décédé de M. Munn et que ce dernier portait en souvenir. Les initiales dont étaient orné le chaton du bijou avaient jusque lâ rendu les policiers perplexes car elles ne correspondaient pas avec le nom de la victime, et pour cause.
Poursuivant leurs recherches avec plus de confiance après que l’identité de l’assassiné eut été ainsi clairement établie, les policiers retracèrent dans i’est de la ville, une femme qui avait rencontré et connu le défunt
Des femmes
Pour rendre encore cette affaire plus compliquée, on apprit que le défunt avait fait un voyage de 15 jours en Gaspésie. Les policiers s’élancèrent sur cette piste qui n’aboutit pas. Heureusement, on retrouva une nouvelle piste à Montréal, une deuxième fenune, puis une troisième, qui le soir du 10 août était en compagnie de l’assassiné furent découvertes puis un homme et une autre femme encore.
Actuellement, cet homme âgé de 21 ans et les quatre femmes sont détenus comme témoins importants dans cette affaire. L’homme a été appréhendé, vers 9 heures hier matin, dans l’est de la ville.
Le vol mobile du crime
Nous avens appris que ce crime avait été nettement prémidité et j que le vol en avait été le mobile. De plus, l'homme actuellement détenu, est né près de l’endroit où fut découvert le cadavre, il était connu de la police. L’enquête du coroner dans cette affaire aura lieu probablement mardi prochain â Magog. M. le sous-directeur Louis Jargailles, de la Sûreté provinciale, tient â remercier et à féliciter l’inspecteur Brodeur, de la Sûreté de Montréal, et ses agents pour leur coopération et leur magnifique travail en compaguie du lieuntenant A. Mérlaeau.
#magog#montreal#georgeville#murder#murder investigation#murder suspect#rural québec#hamilton#retired traveller#ambush#dead body#missing person#la sûreté#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada#canada during world war 2
0 notes
Text
Automne 1917, Hylewood, Canada (6/9)
Cette été, Agathon a eu sept ans et a fait sa rentrée des classes à l’école de Gan, où il a rejoint Marie. Il est très petit pour son âge, mais il démontre une belle intelligence. Il a appris tout seul à lire il y a un an, avant même de commencer l’école. Il se montre curieux et enthousiaste, et l’école publique ne semble pas lui suffire. Ma femme me supplie de l’envoyer au pensionnat avec Lucien, mais je n’en vois pas bien l’intérêt. L’école de Gan est très bien, d’ailleurs c’est son frère qui y enseigne, donc je ne vois pas bien de quoi elle se plaint. On paiera un précepteur à Agathon quand il aura douze ans, et il sera bien plus heureux ici qu’à Belleville. J’ai moi-même très bien réussi sans faire de grandes études, mon père aussi. Par ailleurs, nous n’avons pas les moyens d’envoyer tous nos enfants au pensionnat, et je préfère garder des fonds pour des éventuelles nécessités futures plutôt que les dépenser dans des études futiles qui n’auront pour but que d’épater les familles de l’île.
[Transcription]
Eugénie Le Bris : Jules, demain je chus pas à la mason. Je vas en ville, j’ai des commissions à fare à Kingston. Maria demande un gaufrier et un grille-pain.
Jules Le Bris : Cela me parait être des gadgets superflus. Aucune bonne n’en a jamais eu besoin avant, comment faisaient-elles ?
Agathon Le Bris : Papa, c’est où le désert de Libye ?
Eugénie Le Bris : Agathon, Papa et Maman sont en train de parler.
Jules Le Bris : C’est en Afrique du Nord, à l’ouest l’Egypte. C’est là que je fais mes fouilles.
Agathon Le Bris : Tu vas y retourner bientôt ?
Jules Le Bris : Je vais bien finir par y retourner, oui.
Eugénie Le Bris : …
Jules Le Bris : … Mais pas tout de suite ! On va d’abord attendre que le bébé soit né. Et puis, avec ma jambe, c’est compliqué.
Agathon Le Bris : Tu m’emmèneras ?
Jules Le Bris : Peut-être, oui, mais il va falloir que tu grandisses un peu davantage avant.
Agathon Le Bris : Et on verra Orion ?
Jules Le Bris : Orion, et bien d’autres qu’on ne peut voir qu’au sud, comme le Toucan, le Phénix et le Paon.
Marie Le Bris : Pourquoi tu connais toutes ces étoiles ?
Jules Le Bris : Ces constellations, Marie. Il est nécessaire de les connaître pour se repérer quand on est dans le désert ou au milieu de l’Arctique. Mais bien sûr, ici, ça ne sert à rien…
#ts3#simblr#legacy challenge#history challenge#decades challenge#lebris#lebrisgen3ter#Jules Le Bris#Eugénie Bernard#Marie Le Bris III#Agathon Le Bris#Lucien Le Bris#Auguste Le Bris#Ferdinand Bernad#Maria Mayordomo
7 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Automne 1896 - Champs-les-Sims
1/6
Chère Jeanne,
Est-ce à vous à présent que je dois écrire ? J’avoue être confus, Jules étant en Egypte et son père peu apte à lire lui-même son courrier. Je vais tout de même lui envoyer un bref courrier pour lui assurer ma sympathie.
Veuillez en tous cas recevoir mes plus sincères condoléances pour la mort de votre époux. Il est regrettable d’avoir été fauché ainsi, si jeune, par un simple accident, alors qu’il avait encore tant de belles années devant lui. J’imagine que Monsieur Auguste est au désespoir alors assurez le de mon soutient et de ma compassion, ainsi que de celle de toute notre famille. Cousine Jeanne m’en a beaucoup entretenu ces derniers jours car elle s’inquiète énormément pour lui. Si une nouvelle grossesse ne la cloitrait pas chez elle, nul doute qu’elle aurait pris le bateau pour Hylewood dans les plus brefs délais. Je suis également soulagée de savoir que Monsieur Auguste vous a pris sous la protection, aussi recevez mes félicitations pour vos noces.
#lebris#lebrisgens4#legacy challenge#decades challenge#history challenge#nohomechallenge#ts3#Sims 3#Sims Stories#simblr#Adelphe Barbois#jeanne daville#Jules Le Bris#Auguste Le Bris#Virgile Le Bris#jeanne le bris
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Opera Simplified #7: Les Huguenots—Part II
Les Huguenots
(The Huguenots)
Opera Simplified #7
The Basics:
Music: Giacomo Meyerbeer
Libretto: Augustin Eugène Scribe and Émile de Saint-Amand Deschamps
Premiere: February 29, 1836; Salle Le Peletier (Opéra national de Paris), Paris, France.
Based on: No direct source material except history, although some scenes (though not the plot as a whole) are likely very loosely based on scenes from Prosper Mérimée’s 1829 novel Chronique du règne du Charles IX (Chronicle of the Reign of Charles IX).
Setting: The French province of Touraine (Acts I-II) and Paris, France (Acts III-V); August 1572.
Characters:
Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France, sister of King Charles IX, and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre—soprano
Urbain, her favorite page—soprano*
Valentine de Saint-Bris, her favorite lady-in-waiting—soprano*
Raoul de Nangis, a Huguenot nobleman—tenor
Marcel, his servant and formerly grandfather’s ward, also a seasoned soldier—bass
Le Comte de Saint-Bris, Valentine’s father, leader of the Catholic noble faction, and governor of the Louvre—bass-baritone
Le Comte de Nevers, Valentine’s fiancé, a Catholic nobleman—baritone
Tavannes, also a Catholic nobleman—tenor
Cossé, another Catholic nobleman—tenor
Thoré, yet another Catholic nobleman—tenor
de Retz, still another Catholic nobleman—baritone
Méru, there are way too many extra Catholic noblemen in this opera—baritone
Maurevert, *sigh* ditto except he’s a Special Plotting One in Act III—baritone
Léonard, Nevers’ valet—tenor**
Bois-Rosé, a Huguenot captain—tenor
A nightwatchman—bass
Two ladies-in-waiting—sopranos
Two Catholic girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano
Two Roma girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano
Three monks—tenor and two basses
Henri de Bourbon, the Huguenot King of Navarre and Marguérite’s eventual husband—silent
*Note: While Urbain and Valentine were intended to be sung by sopranos, both roles have a history of being cast with mezzo-sopranos, although this is much more extensive in the case of Urbain than of Valentine.
**In some productions and recordings, Léonard is turned into a trouser role mezzo.
The Opera, Very Simplified: “Way out yonder somewheres, the Lord’s great heart must break at seein’ how men treat one another an’ say they’re doin’ it all for His sake.” -Carlisle Floyd, Susannah, Act I, Scene 5
This is Part II, aka Acts IV and V. If you haven’t read Part I (Acts I-III), here it is. Go read that first.
THE OPERA (or at least the last two acts of it):
ACT IV:
Evening, August 23. A hall in the Comte de Nevers’ townhouse in Paris. Portraits of Nevers’ ancestors and relatives line the walls. A large door and a Gothic window are at the back. On the left is a door leading to Valentine’s private apartments. On the right is a fireplace and a closet, the entrance to which is covered by a tapestry. Also on the right is a large window overlooking the street. Valentine enters alone and collapses onto a sofa.
Valentine: AT LAST I’M ALONE AT HOME **
wait. oh no. NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO DISTRACT ME FROM MY SORROW SO I GUESS I’LL VENT BECAUSE I HONESTLY REALLY NEED TO DO THAT
DAD THE REST OF MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE A LIVING NIGHTMARE BECAUSE YOU KNEW I’M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND YET YOU MARRIED ME OFF ANYWAY
AND AS FOR YOU, GOD, YOU TURNED A DEAF EAR WHEN I BEGGED YOU TO HELP ME AND YOU ALLOWED THIS MARRIAGE TO HAPPEN ANYWAY AND I’M TRYING MY BEST HERE SO AT LEAST HAVE SOME PITY ON ME AND LET ME FORGET RAOUL BECAUSE OTHERWISE I JUST MIGHT LOSE MY MIND
I can’t stop thinking about Raoul; I spend my days crying and dreaming about him! And that only makes me feel more horrible, because I know it’s a sin to even think about him, much less be in love with him, and I want to forget him so badly, but I just can’t!
I hear his voice constantly everywhere—even here, in the very house I share with my husband, and it’s like I can’t hear anything else, not even the voice of my conscience, of God!
And that makes me feel the worst of all: I can’t even pray without thinking about him! I‘m trying with everything I have, I go and kneel before the altar and try to pray like a good Catholic, but every time, I see his face! GOD I JUST TRY TO PRAY BUT I CAN’T WITHOUT PICTURING HIM AND SEEING HIM EVERYWHERE
I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW RAOUL HAS THIS HOLD ON ME I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON GOD BECAUSE OF ALL THIS SO IT’S USELESS TO TRY TO ESCAPE HIM BECAUSE MY MESSED-UP BRAIN IS JUST GOING TO KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIM ISN’T IT MY GOD I CAN’T HELP IT I WANT TO FORGET HIM SO BADLY BUT MY MIND ALWAYS GOES BACK TO HIM AND I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE
*Raoul appears in the back doorway and Valentine sees him.*
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
Please, God, just let me have ONE (1) GOOD DAY????????
God, somewhere: Oh my God, you again? Give it a rest, buddy!
Raoul: Yes…it’s me…look at me, coming here in the middle of the night like I’m a criminal or something…BUT I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE I LOVE YOU AND I’M GONNA DIE OF DESPAIR
Valentine: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE
Raoul: I WANT WAFFLE FRIES
Valentine: It’s 1572, those don’t exist yet, and I’m honestly kinda frightened WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME
Raoul: Nothing…only to see you one last time before I DIE
Valentine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GOING TO DIE ALSO SERIOUSLY WHY ARE YOU HERE DID YOU FORGET THAT MY DAD AND/OR MY HUSBAND COULD BE HERE
Raoul: Nope, I’m well aware of that.
Valentine: THEY’RE BOTH STILL REALLY MAD AT YOU AND IF THEY FIND YOU HERE WITH ME THEY’LL KILL YOU SO LEAVE SO YOU DON’T GET KILLED
Raoul: Actually, the part about them finding me here with you and then killing me is my exact plan.
*Footsteps are heard outside.*
Valentine: THERE ARE PEOPLE COMING GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE
Raoul: NOPE I’M STAYING HERE AND I’LL WAIT FOR THEM TO FIND AND KILL ME
Valentine: RAOUL THAT IS LITERALLY THE WORST IDEA OF ALL TIME
*She cracks open the door and looks into the hallway outside.*
RAOUL MY DAD AND MY HUSBAND ARE COMING AND IF THEY FIND YOU HERE I’LL BE DISHONORED AND RUINED FOREVER SO AT LEAST FOR MY SAKE PLEASE HIDE
*She hides Raoul in the closet. In the nick of time too, because almost immediately Nevers and Saint-Bris enter with four other Catholic noblemen.*
Saint-Bris: The Queen Mother has told us all to meet here. We’re all here, so, as she requested, it is now time for me to tell you about these plans, which have been in the making for a long time and which are protected by God!
Valentine: (Huh? I have a bad feeling about this…)
Saint-Bris: Valentine? What are you doing here?
Valentine: …I live here?
Saint-Bris: You. Out. Now.
Nevers: Hold up a second, why does she have to leave? I mean, I have no idea what our plans are beyond “religious matters that the royal family is getting involved in”, but she’s as devout a Catholic as any of us, so there shouldn’t be any issue with her learning about the supreme orders of our Queen Mother and our God!
Saint-Bris: …Fine.
*The nobles, including Nevers, gather around Saint-Bris.*
Do you want to save our country from going through more war?
Nobles: YES WE DO
Saint-Bris: Do you want to strike down the enemies of our government and our faith, enemies that lurk within our country and threaten to destroy our homeland?
Nobles: THAT SOUNDS AWESOME AND WE ARE SO READY TO DO THAT
Saint-Bris: Good! The sword of God’s wrath is now hanging over those very same enemies—within the next day, the Huguenots, every last wicked one of them, will be wiped off the face of the earth.
Valentine: (WAIT WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!)
Nevers: *stunned* But…who condemns them to this?
Saint-Bris: God!
Nobles: GOD!
Nevers: And who’s going to kill them?
Saint-Bris: We are!
Nobles: WE ARE!
Nevers: *horrified* We are? WE ARE???????????
*Saint-Bris looks at Nevers distrustfully and then begins a speech of the distinctly “lofty way of describing unspeakable horrors” kind, conspicuously aiming his words towards Nevers.*
Saint-Bris: In this holy cause, I will obey my God and my King, no questions asked, no misgivings, no fear! Count on my courage; I pledge my word and my faith to you!
Nobles: ALMIGHTY GOD SAVE OUR FAITH!!!! WE OBEY OUR KING!!!!!
Nevers: (WHAT ARE THEY SAYING????? I ONLY PLEDGE MY WORD AND FAITH TO WHAT’S HONORABLE AND GOOD)
Valentine: (How can I stop them? God, strengthen me, give me courage, and have mercy on me! Almighty God, have mercy on us all!)
Saint-Bris: *turning back to the nobles* Can the King count on you?
Nobles: YES HE CAN WE SWEAR IT
Saint-Bris: I’ll be leading you all; can I count on you too?
Nobles: WE WILL FOLLOW YOU
Saint-Bris and Valentine: (What??? Nevers isn’t saying anything!)
Valentine: (What is he going to say? I’m afraid…)
Nevers: *exploding* It’s all fine and good to fight on the battlefield, but NOT TO KILL UNARMED, DEFENSELESS PEOPLE JUST TRYING TO LIVE THEIR LIVES!!! To murder ordinary people in the dead of night, stabbing them with daggers like cowardly, common assassins—that’s not right, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT!!!
Saint-Bris: BUT THE KING HAS COMMANDED IT
Nevers: He may command me to, but I will not listen. This is dishonorable in the highest order, and I will not do it! I will not betray myself, my honor, my family, or anything I stand for!
*He gestures to the portraits on the walls.*
You see these portraits of my ancestors? I look at them and I see the glory of my heritage—I count many soldiers, but no assassins! And I’m not about to become the first!
Saint-Bris: So you’re betraying our faith?
Nevers: NO! But I refuse to join in this slaughter! And I will save my sword, the symbol of my nobility and honor, from such gross dishonor! I will not let it be used in this slaughter!
*He breaks his sword over his knee and throws it on the ground.*
Now take it! Here it is! LET GOD JUDGE BETWEEN US
Valentine: THANK YOU FOR BEING A GOOD PERSON FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD I’M YOURS AND NO LONGER MY FATHER’S anyway come here I have to tell you something—
*Before she’s able to pull him aside and tell him what she was going to tell him [and we never find out what she was going to tell him], the door opens again and a crowd of constables, magistrates, and leaders of the city militia enters.*
Saint-Bris: *pointing to Nevers* Arrest the Comte de Nevers, my son-in-law. Hold him in jail until tomorrow. Until then, all of you will answer to me for him.
Valentine: (May Heaven calm my father’s wrath!)
Saint-Bris and Nobles: IN THIS HOLY CAUSE I WILL OBEY MY GOD AND MY KING NO QUESTIONS ASKED NO MISGIVINGS AND NO FEAR
Valentine: I’M FILLED WITH TERROR AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME
Nevers: My cause is the truly just and holy one! I can and I must stand against this, I must stand up and resist my King!
*Nevers is arrested and led out through the back. Saint-Bris threateningly signals to Valentine that she must leave the room, so she goes into her private apartments but stands at the door, listening. A large group of nobles enters.*
Saint-Bris: You all have shown your devotion to God, our country, and the faithful people of our city by coming here today and answering God’s call. Now, we have a lot of logistics to get through for this operation, so EVERYONE LISTEN UP
Spread out through the city later tonight, when it’s dark and no one else is out. Get on every last street, and make sure that no one hears you. And then, there’ll be a signal—I will tell you about that in a moment—and at that signal, it will all begin!
Everyone Else: WE’LL ALL START AT THE SAME TIME
Saint-Bris: Now, it’s time to talk targets.
*He points to a man in the crowd.*
You, de Besme, and your soldiers will surround the Admiral’s house. LET HIM BE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE ***
Everyone Else: YEAH LET HIM BE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE
Saint-Bris: *pointing to another man in the crowd* Go to the Hôtel de Nesle! All the other Huguenot leaders will be there tonight, throwing a party to celebrate the wedding of Marguérite de Valois and the King of Navarre! ****
Everyone Else: YEAH GO TO THE HÔTEL DE NESLE AND KILL THEM ALL
Saint-Bris: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LISTEN UP THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT
When the bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois rings for the first time, everyone be absolutely silent and very careful, and get your soldiers and weapons ready. *****
*He points to another man in the crowd.*
But you, run through the city and rouse the alarm! I’m counting on you to be discreet so the Huguenots don’t suspect anything!
*He addresses everyone once more.*
And when that holy bell rings for a second time, that will be the true signal! AT THAT SIGNAL OF HEAVEN’S VENGEANCE WE WILL ALL RISE UP AND KILL EVERY LAST HUGUENOT
God, who already hears and blesses you, will lead you! ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS
*He leaves the room for a moment. Valentine pokes her head out the door on the left as everyone gets into place.*
Valentine: OH GOD HOW CAN I HELP HIM HE HAS TO LISTEN TO ALL THIS AND HE CAN’T EVEN GET OUT I WANT TO RUN TO HIS SIDE BUT IT’S WAY TOO RISKY
DEAR GOD THIS IS SO DANGEROUS PLEASE SAVE RAOUL AND LET ME DIE INSTEAD
*She goes back into her apartments. Saint-Bris returns with three monks, who carry baskets filled with white scarves and set them to the side.*
Saint-Bris and the Monks: GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF VENGEANCE AND TO THE FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN SOLDIER WHO SERVES HIM BY THE SWORD
*All the noblemen and city officials kneel as they draw their swords and daggers.*
Holy weapons, which will soon be soaked with unclean blood, by which God the Most High will strike down His enemies, be blessed!
*The monks bless the weapons.*
Everyone: GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF VENGEANCE AND TO THE FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN SOLDIER WHO SERVES HIM BY THE SWORD
*Saint-Bris points to two of the items he is wearing: a white scarf tied around one arm and the Cross of Anjou.* ******
Saint-Bris: Let all of us Catholics wear this white scarf and this unblemished cross so we can distinguish ourselves, Heaven’s chosen, from the others!
Saint-Bris and the Monks: SHOW NO MERCY START KILLING AND DON’T STOP KILL EVERYONE WHO FLEES OR TRIES TO HIDE FROM YOU
Everyone Else: STRIKE THEM DOWN
Saint-Bris and the Monks: IF ONE OF THEIR FIGHTERS IS BEGGING YOU FOR THEIR LIFE—
Everyone Else: STRIKE THEM DOWN
Saint-Bris and the Monks: SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL LET THEM ALL DIE BY THE SWORD AND THE FIRE INCLUDING THE ELDERLY AND THE WOMEN AND THE CHILDREN
ANATHEMA UPON THEM!!!
Everyone: ANATHEMA UPON THEM MAY THEY ALL BE DAMNED IN HELL
Saint-Bris and the Monks: God does not know them!
*Everyone with weapons holds them up, and as if it’s even possible, become more whipped up in the frenzy as they run forward.*
Everyone: GOD WILLS IT GOD COMMANDS IT SHOW MERCY TO NO ONE
GOD WILL GRANT US FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS IF WE SERVE HIM BY SLAUGHTERING HIS ENEMIES SO LET THE SWORDS GLEAM AND LET THE HUGUENOTS’ BLOOD FLOW BECAUSE WE WILL BE REWARDED IN HEAVEN FOR DOING THIS
GOD WILLS IT GOD COMMANDS IT SHOW MERCY TO NO ONE AND HE WILL GRANT US FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS IF WE SERVE HIM BY SLAUGHTERING HIS ENEMIES
GOD WILLS IT SPARE NO ONE HE WILL FORGIVE US GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saint-Bris: WAIT EVERYONE SHUT UP I HAVE SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT THERE MAY BE PEOPLE LISTENING IN ON US
A Monk: YEAH EVERYONE WHAT HE SAID SHUT UP
Saint-Bris: MAKE SURE NO ONE BETRAYS US
A Monk: WHAT HE SAID
Saint-Bris and the Monks: Let’s all leave without making any noise! But first…
*The monks signal for everyone to kneel and then bless them. The people rise after they have been blessed by the monks.*
Everyone: IN THIS HOLY CAUSE I WILL OBEY MY GOD AND MY KING NO QUESTIONS ASKED, NO MISGIVINGS, AND NO FEAR!!! COUNT ON MY COURAGE I PLEDGE MY WORD AND MY FAITH TO YOU
alright everyone now we really need to be quiet but we’ll start at midnight! don’t make any noise! make sure nothing betrays us and that they don’t find out about this! let’s go! but first…
*Despite having literally just said they need to be quiet, they choose to scream the next three words as loudly as possible.*
GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
alright everyone we start at midnight! see you then!
*Everyone leaves. Raoul cautiously lifts the tapestry to make sure everyone has gone and then runs to the door at the back, but stops when he hears it being locked from outside. Valentine comes in through the door on the left.*
Valentine: WHERE ARE YOU GOING
*She tries to stop him.*
ANSWER ME RAOUL
Raoul: Where am I going?…I have to go help my brethren! I HAVE TO WARN THEM ABOUT THIS SO WE CAN STOP THEM FROM KILLING US ALL
Valentine: DO YOU WANT TO KILL MY FATHER AND MY HUSBAND???
Raoul: I MUST PUNISH MURDERERS
Valentine: But…it’s useless…they’re armed in the name of God—
Raoul: DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT
Valentine: I DON’T KNOW THIS IS JUST REALLY MESSED UP
Raoul: And this is the God that your religion worships! A God who orders you to massacre your fellow human beings, your fellow Frenchmen!
Valentine: DON’T BLASPHEME GOD IS MERCIFUL AND CARES ABOUT YOU HE WANTS YOU TO LIVE
*Raoul tries to find a way out of the room.*
DON’T LEAVE
Raoul: BUT I HAVE TO
Valentine: YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED
Raoul: BUT I’LL BE BETRAYING MY HONOR AND MY FRIENDS IF I STAY HERE
Every second, our destruction is coming closer, time is running out—just let me leave!
Valentine: BUT YOU’LL BE DEFENSELESS OUT THERE AND THEY’LL KILL YOU DON’T LEAVE RAOUL
Raoul: Valentine…
Valentine: YOU’RE THE ONLY GOOD THING IN MY LIFE
Raoul: THEY’RE ABOUT TO KILL ALL MY BRETHREN
Valentine: IF YOU GO I’LL DIE
Raoul: THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT PRIORITIES HERE PLEASE JUST LET ME LEAVE
Valentine: I am going to figure out how to get you to stay here!
Raoul: I HAVE TO LEAVE YOU MY HONOR DEMANDS IT
Valentine: RAOUL PLEASE FOR MERCY’S SAKE JUST LISTEN TO ME
Raoul: I HAVE TO LEAVE
*Raoul frees himself from Valentine’s arms and runs toward the door (even though it’s locked), but she follows and stops him.*
Valentine: SO HELP ME GOD YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STEP OVER THAT THRESHOLD I WON’T LET YOU
Raoul: Don’t you know…I’m guilty of sin just by being here alone with you, listening to you?
Valentine: YOU DON’T THINK THAT I KNOW THAT??? But I do it anyway, because at this moment I only see you, and my only thought is that your life is in grave danger!
Stay here, Raoul! Since you love me, if nothing else, I’m begging you, stay here for my sake…IF YOU DIE THEN I’LL DIE TOO STAY HERE!!!!!!!!!
*She starts sobbing.*
Stay here—I love you!
Raoul: You love me? You love me??? YOU LOVE ME????????
WHAT RAPTURE AND BLISS IT’S AS IF YOUR WORDS CAME FROM HEAVEN ITSELF I CAN DIE HAPPY AT YOUR FEET RIGHT NOW
Valentine: …shit. Did I really just say that?!
Raoul: *ecstatic* You said it…YOU SAID IT!!!
You said it—you love me! It’s like a star has begun to shine in the darkness of my life…I’m reborn, this is the pure air of heaven itself…There, forever, forgetting, forgotten…You said it—you love me!
Valentine: OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE
Raoul: Speak again, make this moment last even longer, it feels like a dream, an indescribable dream…if it is a dream, let me never wake up!
Valentine: WHAT HAVE I DONE
Raoul: SPEAK AGAIN AND MAKE THIS MOMENT LAST LONGER IF IT’S A DREAM I NEVER WANT TO WAKE UP AGAIN
Valentine: OH GOD THE HOUR HAS STRUCK IT’S DEATH AND THERE’S NO FUTURE
Raoul: IF THIS JOY I FEEL IS A DREAM LET ME NEVER WAKE UP YOU SAID IT YOU LOVE ME
Valentine: DEATH HAS COME THE HOUR IS STRUCK THERE’S NO MORE FUTURE
Raoul: Night of love…
Valentine: Night of death!
Raoul: I HAVE A GREAT IDEA LET’S ESCAPE PARIS TOGETHER AND RUN AWAY WITH EACH OTHER
Valentine: NO THAT’S A TERRIBLE IDEA AND I’M TERRIFIED
Raoul: YOU SAID IT YOU LOVE ME
*He tenderly draws her toward the door.*
Come…let’s run away…
Valentine: No…stay here…
Raoul: Come…let’s run away…
Valentine: No…stay here…
Raoul: Come! Come!
*In the distance, the bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois tolls for the first time. Raoul remains lost in the moment.*
Do you hear that?
Valentine: IT’S MAKING MY BLOOD RUN COLD
Raoul: It’s a cry of rage, rising from the darkness…
*He puts a hand to his face as if waking from a dream.*
Wait a second, where was I?
Valentine: You were by my side, Raoul!
Raoul: OH FUCK NOW I REMEMBER THAT BELL IS THE SIGNAL FOR THE MASSACRE NO NO NO
*He frees himself from Valentine’s embrace.*
NO MORE LOVE OR ECSTATIC BLISS I HAVE MASSIVELY FUCKED UP BY STAYING HERE WITH YOU I CAN SEE MY BRETHREN BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE MY VERY EYES MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I CAN’T STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE
I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM OR DIE WITH THEM
Valentine: YOU’RE JUST GOING TO COMPLETELY IGNORE OUR LOVE AND RUN OFF TO GET YOURSELF KILLED??? OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!
Raoul: NO MORE LOVE OR ECSTATIC BLISS I HAVE MASSIVELY FUCKED UP BY STAYING HERE WITH YOU
Valentine: RAOUL I THINK YOU’RE LOSING YOUR MIND WHY ARE YOU COMPLETELY IGNORING ME I’M TRYING TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T DIE I’M ALSO GOING THROUGH A LOT OF SHIT WITH ALL THIS AND BESIDES YOU CAN’T DEFEND YOURSELF FROM THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE
Raoul: I CAN SEE MY BRETHREN BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE MY VERY EYES MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I CAN’T STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM OR DIE WITH THEM
Valentine: RAOUL AT LEAST LISTEN TO ME OR ELSE I’LL DIE RIGHT HERE AT YOUR FEET
*The bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois tolls for the second time. Valentine throws her arms around Raoul in an attempt to restrain him. The Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre begins.*
Raoul: THE END HAS COME THE HOUR HAS STRUCK HEAVEN WILLS THAT I MUST DIE AND MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM
Valentine: *as if about to lose her mind* NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Raoul: YOU’RE TRYING TO STOP ME BUT SO HELP ME GOD I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE
Valentine: I’M NOT LEAVING YOU
Raoul: GOD GIVE ME COURAGE
Valentine: HERE JUST GO AHEAD AND STAB ME TO DEATH
*Raoul drags Valentine to the window.*
Raoul: LOOK LOOK SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING OUTSIDE SEE THOSE BLEEDING CORPSES
*Valentine finally realizes the true extent of what is happening.*
Valentine: OH GOD I’M LOSING MY MIND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY MONSTROUS AND EVIL
Raoul…they’ll kill you…have mercy…I feel like I’m dying…
*She faints.*
Raoul: VALENTINE WAKE UP I DON’T LIKE THIS VALENTINE WAKE UP!!! HEY, HELLO???
What should I do?…This is all just so terrible…Can I still resist her tears?
*The bell begins to ring again.*
NO I HAVE TO LEAVE
*Valentine begins to regain consciousness.*
MERCIFUL GOD PROTECT HER *******
*He jumps out the window to the street below. Valentine screams and faints a second time.*
Notes
Act V: **
Scene 1: ***
Shortly after midnight, August 24, the grand ballroom of the Hôtel de Nesle [one of the previously-named targets]. The Huguenot nobles have all gathered to throw a party for the celebration of Henri and Marguérite’s wedding. Much dancing ensues. Henri and Marguérite briefly appear with their royal entourage, including Urbain, and are greeted by the Huguenots before they leave. The bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois rings repeatedly, but the Huguenots, unaware of what is happening outside, continue dancing until a loud noise is suddenly heard outside. Raoul rushes in, pale, disheveled, and covered in blood.
Raoul: TO ARMS EVERYONE THEY’RE SLAUGHTERING ALL THE HUGUENOTS AND THE FAR BANK OF THE SEINE IS OVERFLOWING WITH BLOOD AND THE GANGS OF HIRED ASSASSINS WILL BE HERE TO KILL US AT ANY MOMENT NOW
By the light of their torches, I saw soldiers running everywhere to slaughter us all, all in a frenzy…and in the darkness they were screaming “STRIKE THEM DOWN! GOD HAS CONDEMNED THEM!!!”
I saw unarmed warriors be murdered in the street…and the Catholics attacked Coligny’s house! With a thirst for vengeance in whatever hearts they may have had and with their cowardly daggers, they stabbed him to death—a thousand blows!
*He gestures to his clothes.*
HERE IS COLIGNY’S BLOOD
Huguenot Nobles: OH GOD THAT’S HIS BLOOD
Raoul: WHAT A MONSTROUS CRIME IT’S UNHEARD OF
Huguenot Nobles: THIS IS COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF WHAT A HORRIBLE CRIME ****
Raoul: …But we will not go down without a fight! VENGEANCE!!! IN COLIGNY’S NAME, VENGEANCE!!!
LET’S GET OUR WEAPONS AND FIGHT BACK AND GO TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR MARTYRS AND HEROES
Huguenot Nobles: LET’S GO
Raoul: WAR FOR WAR LET’S AVENGE THE SLAUGHTER OF OUR BRETHREN WITH THE BLOOD OF THEIR MURDERERS
Huguenot Nobles: THIS MEANS WAR
Raoul: LET’S GET OUR WEAPONS AND FIGHT BACK AND GO TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR MARTYRS AND HEROES
Huguenot Nobles: YES LET’S DO IT
Raoul: WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS SITTING DOWN WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND AVENGE THIS MASSACRE
Raoul and Huguenot Nobles: YES LET’S GO GET REVENGE AND HELP DEFEND EACH OTHER AND WE’LL DIE TRYING IF NEED BE
*Raoul and the other men draw their swords. Everyone runs out of the Hôtel through every possible exit.*
Scene 2:
Shortly after the previous scene. A cemetery on the outskirts of Paris, with a Huguenot church in the background. Bullets have shattered some of the glass in the church windows. On the left is a door leading to the interior of the church; on the right is a gate that overlooks a crossroads. A group of Protestants, led by Marcel, hurriedly builds a barricade to protect the area. Marcel, who has been wounded, helps everyone else get inside the church and then frantically begins to search the area for Raoul, who appears soon after.
Raoul: MARCEL IT’S YOU I THOUGHT I RECOGNIZED YOU THANK GOD YOU’RE ALIVE
Marcel: MY GOOD MASTER RAOUL THANK GOD I GET TO SEE YOU AGAIN
Raoul: YOU WERE WOUNDED?!?!?!
Marcel: What does it matter?
Raoul: I WILL AVENGE THIS
Marcel: You really think you’ll be able to? We’re surrounded on all sides by the Catholics. This church is the only Huguenot church in all of Paris that they haven’t taken yet. This is our last refuge. The women, the children, all the defenseless are inside the church right now, waiting for death.
I know you want to be the hero, Raoul, but try as we may, there’s nothing we can do to stop this. All we can do now is share their death.
*They turn to go into the church, but Valentine, disheveled and out of breath, runs in with a white scarf on her arm and two more in hand.*
Valentine: WHERE ARE YOU GOING
Raoul: TO GLORY
Marcel: TO MARTYRDOM
Valentine: NO YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE GOD HAS INSPIRED ME AND HAS GUIDED ME TO YOU SO I CAN SAVE YOU
Raoul: WAIT DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A WAY TO SAVE US
Valentine: Yes!
*She hands them the extra scarves.*
Tie these white scarves onto your arms. The soldiers will let you through their lines and you’ll have safe passage all the way to the Louvre! Thankfully, I did a little extra planning just a bit ago and I got the Queen Mother to agree to let you be spared, if you want… *****
Raoul: Hold up. Is there a catch?
Valentine: …Yeah. You kinda sorta have to convert to Catholicism once you get there.
*Raoul and Marcel throw the scarves down.*
Raoul: NOPE NEVER I’M NOT BETRAYING MY FAITH IF I DID AS YOU ASKED I WOULD BE DISHONORED AND I STILL COULDN’T EVEN BE WITH YOU EVERYTHING KEEPS US APART AND ALSO YOU’RE MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE
Valentine: Actually, about that…let’s just say I can love you now without it being a sin.
Raoul: Wait, what?
Marcel: I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you yet, but the only reason I’m not dead right now is because Nevers, that truly noble warrior, saved my life from a Catholic attack! He was so brave…and the Catholics murdered him! He is dead, God rest his soul.
Raoul [and also probably about half the audience]: WAIT NEVERS IS DEAD??? ******
Valentine: WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THIS WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE
Raoul: Duty…love…what am I supposed to do? I CAN’T CHOOSE
Marcel: RAOUL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD
Raoul: Marcel…can’t you see that I actually have a chance of having a future, a life full of happiness with the woman I love?
Marcel: Can’t you see the hand of God that is stopping you?
Valentine: COME ON LET’S GO
Raoul: NOPE I’M STAYING HERE WITH MARCEL AND WE’RE GOING TO DIE FOR OUR FAITH
Valentine: SO, THEN, I’LL HAVE TO WATCH YOU DIE???
I’ll have to endure exile, without you, on this earth where we have suffered, where we have loved? Me staying here without you—YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?!?!?!
GOOD LORD NONE OF YOU MEN UNDERSTAND WHAT TRUE LOVE IS SO VERY WELL THEN I AM A WOMAN AND I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT TRUE LOVE IS
When we are so, so close to being together, you want to escape me through death? NOPE THAT IS NOT HAPPENING NOT ON MY WATCH I DON’T KNOW IF I’LL BE RISKING MY SOUL BUT COME HEAVEN OR HELL NO MATTER WHAT I’M NEVER LEAVING YOU AGAIN
EVERYTHING HAS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I DON’T RECOGNIZE ANYTHING ANYMORE
You curse my faith…I embrace yours!
Now God can act in accordance with His will—we will be together on earth and in eternity!
WE’LL BE UNITED TOGETHER FOREVER ON EARTH AND IN ETERNITY
*She takes off her scarf, throws herself into Raoul’s arms, and bursts into tears.*
Raoul: OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
Marcel: (The Lord has shed His light upon her!)
Valentine: My faith is yours, my faith in God remains the same—but they will damn me for converting! Marcel, you’re a true father to me, bless us both in my new faith!
Raoul: There are no ministers here, and you’re the only other person I’d trust with uniting us in the sight of God.
Marcel: You don’t even have to ask—the answer is YES! I ACCEPT THIS HOLY TASK WITH THE GREATEST JOY
Let your old servant be your minister today!
*The refugees begin to sing their hymn in the church.*
Huguenot Refugees: O Lord, You are the strength and only support…
Marcel: Listen! The martyrs of the faith are praying…
Huguenot Refugees: …of we defenseless souls who implore You…
Marcel: …and they sing the praises of the Lord…
Huguenot Refugees: …as the eternal tempter arms himself against us today!
Marcel: …while awaiting death!
Huguenot Refugees: Come save us once more!
Marcel: You two, here in this place of sorrow…answer as if you were before God!
*Raoul and Valentine kneel before Marcel, who silently prays before beginning the ceremony.*
Do you know that by joining your hands here, I am blessing a farewell, a marriage that will only be fulfilled in death?
Raoul and Valentine: We know that we will only be united in Heaven.
Marcel: Have you cast aside everything tying you to this earth, any hopes you may have had for this life? Does faith alone live on in your hearts?
Raoul and Valentine: Yes, at last faith reigns peacefully in our hearts!
Marcel: Will you be able to look death in the face without trembling in fear? And whether you’ve lived in the faith all your life or this is your first day, will you have courage and not deny your faith…even in the face of martyrdom?
Raoul and Valentine: God gives us courage by giving us love!
*Marcel blesses Raoul and Valentine as the Huguenot refugees inside the church begin to sing again.*
Huguenot Refugees: O Lord, You are the strength and only support of we defenseless souls who impl—
*At this moment, the singing is suddenly cut off as the Catholic soldiers break into and barricade the church from inside so no one else can get in or out. Loud shouts and the sound of weapons are heard from inside; torches and weapons become visible through the church windows. The Catholics have begun their assault on the church.*
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT YOUR TIME HAS COME SO RECANT OR DIE GOD WILLS IT
Huguenot Refugees: NO!!!
*Valentine rushes over to the windows and peers inside.*
Valentine: THESE ARE WOMEN AND CHILDREN!!! I KNOW YOU CAN’T HEAR ME BUT STOP IT YOU MONSTERS OH GOD THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE
Huguenot Refugees: *singing their hymn* NO!!! GOD, DEFEND US!!!
*A round of shooting is heard from inside the church.*
Valentine: THEY’RE STILL SINGING
Raoul and Marcel: THEY’RE STILL SINGING
Catholic Soldiers: WE MEAN IT RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT YOUR TIME HAS COME SO RECANT OR DIE GOD WILLS IT
Huguenot Refugees: NO!!! NO!!!!!!!!
Valentine: THEY’RE KILLING THESE PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE PRAYING OH GOD THEY’RE EVEN KILLING THE PEOPLE WHO ARE OLD AND SICK THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE
Huguenot Refugees: *singing their hymn* NO!!! WE WON’T RECANT!!! GOD, DEFEND US!!!
*A second round of shooting is heard from inside the church. The Catholics and Huguenots continue screaming and singing inside the church as the former group gradually shoots down the latter.*
Valentine: THEY’RE STILL SINGING
Raoul and Marcel: THEY’RE STILL SINGING
*Valentine, in desperation, falls to her knees and begins to pray.*
Valentine: GOD YOU CAN DO ANYTHING SO HELP THEM…
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT YOU HERETICS
*A third round of shooting is heard from inside the church. After that, it is silent.*
Valentine: Our prayers are in vain…
Marcel: They sing no more.
*Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel all go completely silent, realizing what this means, and they put their heads in their hands and begin to weep. Suddenly, Marcel rises, his face beaming with rapture.*
LOOK! LOOK!!!!!!!!!!
LOOK HEAVEN HAS OPENED ITSELF UP AND IT IS SHINING GLORY TO GOD THE DIVINE TRUMPET HAS SOUNDED
Raoul and Valentine: (Look, his face is shining with light…)
Marcel: AND THE ANGELS ARE PLAYING A MATCH TO LEAD THE SOULS OF THE MARTYRS TO GOD
Raoul and Valentine: (His head is crowned with lightning! And his voice echoes through space—it’s like he’s one of God’s archangels!)
Marcel: These harps that I hear…
Raoul and Valentine: WE’RE WATCHING AND LISTENING
Marcel: …are showing me the way!
Raoul and Valentine: HE’S SHOWING US THE WAY
Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: I’M FLYING THERE MYSELF THIS IS SUPREME BLISS
SWEET DEATH HOW I LOVE YOU FAREWELL TO THIS WORLD OF TEARS AND GRIEF
*A round of shooting is heard outside the cemetery gate. A group of soldiers tries to force the gate open but it does not budge. Some of the soldiers leave to get reinforcements.*
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT AND GOD WILLS IT
Valentine, then Raoul and Marcel: NO!!! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU BESIDES NOTHING MORTAL REMAINS IN US
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR ELSE
Marcel: LOOK HEAVEN IS SHINING THE DIVINE TRUMPET HAS SOUNDED
Marcel, then Raoul and Valentine: GLORY TO GOD
Catholic Soldiers: (THEY’RE NOT AFRAID?!?!?!)
*The soldiers smash the gate in and swarm the cemetery.*
Raoul and Valentine: LOOK HIS FACE IS SHINING YOU COULD SAY HE’S AN ARCHANGEL
Marcel: THE ANGELS ARE LEADING THE MARTYRS’ SOULS TO GOD
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT HUGUENOTS RECANT OR DIE
Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU AT ALL
*The soldiers offer them white scarves and Crosses of Anjou.*
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT!!!!!
Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: ABSOLUTELY NOT HAPPENING
*The trio join hands and slowly walk forward, offering themselves to their would-be murderers. The Catholic soldiers involuntarily recoil, stunned at their sheer courage.*
HOSANNA DEATH I LOVE YOU HOSANNA FAREWELL TO THIS WORLD COME DEATH I LOVE YOU GO AHEAD AND STRIKE US DOWN
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT GOD WILLS IT RECANT OR ELSE YOU’LL DIE
Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: HOSANNA COME DEATH FAREWELL WORLD
*Enraged, the soldiers surround Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel, separating them by force.*
Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE
Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU GO AHEAD STRIKE US DOWN
Catholic Soldiers: DO YOU RECANT????????
Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Raoul and Valentine manage to break free from the soldiers and run into each other’s arms, but the soldiers separate them again.*
FAREWELL WORLD
Catholic Soldiers: FINE YOU’LL DIE THEN
*The soldiers drag Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel through the remains of the gate. The moment they enter the crossroads, there is another round of shooting.*
Scene 3: *******
Just after the previous scene. A quay by the Seine; the sky is filled with stars. Bells ring in the distance as another band of Catholic soldiers sweeps the area.
Catholic Soldiers: LET US WIPE OUT THE HUGUENOTS WITH FIRE AND SWORD NO MERCY BECAUSE NONE OF THEM ARE INNOCENT AND ALL OF THEM MUST DIE
SOLDIERS OF THE CATHOLIC FAITH LET US HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL THE HERETICS
*Valentine and Marcel rush in with Raoul, who has been mortally wounded.*
GOD WILLS IT GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD
*Saint-Bris enters from the opposite direction with several of his men.*
Saint-Bris: WHO GOES THERE
Valentine: Raoul, for mercy’s sake, don’t say any—
Raoul: I AM A HUGUENOT
Valentine and Marcel: SO ARE WE
Saint-Bris: SHOOT THEM IN THE NAME OF THE KING
*The soldiers shoot Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel. Raoul and Marcel are instantly killed. Valentine is mortally wounded. Saint-Bris steps forward to take a closer look, and then…*
Saint-Bris: Ah—what do I see here…?
MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
*Valentine just barely manages to lift herself up.*
Valentine: Yes, it’s me! I go to pray for your soul…I’m going to pray for you!
*She dies.*
Urbain: *in the distance* MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN OF NAVARRE
Catholic Soldiers: LET US WIPE OUT THE HUGUENOTS WITH FIRE AND SWORD AND LET’S HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL THE HERETICS
*Marguérite and her entourage (including Urbain), enter on their way back to the Louvre.*
GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!! GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD!!!!!!!!!! YES, GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD!!!!!!!
*Marguérite stops, horrified at the sight of the massacred Huguenots, and tries to stop the soldiers, but they ignore her. She sees Valentine’s corpse and screams in despair.
The Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre continues.*
THE END
Notes and Appendix
One Final Note:
If you are reading this, then in Paris time it is at or past midnight on August 24, 2022.
August 24, 2022, is the 450th anniversary of the beginning of what has become known as La Saint-Barthélémy, also known as the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre.
The first night of the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre, the night which ends our story here, was really only the beginning. In the end, the Massacre took the lives of tens of thousands (estimates as to exactly how many tens of thousands vary, and range up to one hundred thousand [100,000] slaughtered, but you get the point) of Huguenots in the late summer and early fall of 1572.
The author would thus like to dedicate this Opera Simplified, and in particular the last two acts, to not only all the victims both known and unknown of the Massacre, but to all victims of genocide and all victims of other acts born of hatred and bigotry, particularly on the basis of religion.
May they all rest in peace, and may atrocities like this never happen—or be allowed to happen—again.
#opera#opera tag#les huguenots#meyerbeer#giacomo meyerbeer#augustin eugène scribe#émile de saint-amand deschamps#opera simplified
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
WELCOME TO MERROCK, MARQUIS!
Marcus (he/him, cis man) was born on November 24, 1973 in Saint-Germain-en-Laye, France, and arrived to Merrock in 2011. They're working as the owner & CEO at Le Marquis Business Consultancy and Investments Inc., and live in the coastal area. (written by Bri (she/her, est) & portrayed by idris elba).
Hi, Bri, welcome to Merrock! We're so excited to see Marcus here in town. Make sure to check out our welcome page, and submit your account within 48 hours, and your personality & background within one week. Thank you! xx
face claim: Idris Elba
full name: Marquis Owusu
nickname(s) / goes by: Marcus
pronouns & gender: he/him/his and cis man
sexuality: heterosexual
birth date: November 24, 1973 ( 50 years old )
birth place: Saint-Germain-en-Laye, France
arrival to merrock: 2011, twelve years ago.
housing: the coast and pier
occupation: Owner and CEO of Le Marquis Business Consultancy and Investments Inc
work place:
family: deceased mother and father, deceased wife of eight years, one older siblings and two younger siblings, three children: Charlotte “Lottie” Rose, daughter born October 2017 and twins Finn Dion and Sienna Alexandra born August 2018
relationship status: Widower / Single
0 notes
Text
Desaix and Bonaparte talk all night.
On June 10, Desaix arrives in Stradella where the First Consul is installed, at an equal distance from Turin and Mantua, to prepare a fight that he wants to be decisive. That day, Lannes won the battle of Montebello. We don't need to say how joyful is Bonaparte, to learn of this success, and to finally meet again his dear general of Egypt, whom he has not seen for almost a year. As when they first met in this same Italy in August 1797, they will talk all night.
Where do they start? No doubt through Egypt and there, Desaix probably releases his grudge against Kleber and this treaty of El Rachich which stuck in his throat. But for the First Consul, Egypt is already distant, forgotten. What he explains to Desaix is above all his plan for the future and the role that he, Desaix, will play then [..]
Alas, there is no written record of this dialogue, the first, which will die in four days having no time, the second, which will survive twenty-one years, not having the desire. Only a word from the second fixes the quality of this exchange for eternity, when in the morning, to those who (respectfully) complain to him of this "favor" granted to Desaix, Bonaparte replies:
"Yes, I have been with him for a long time, but you know how much I make of him. As soon as I return to Paris, I appoint him Minister of War; he will always be my second. I would make him a prince, if I could; I find his character antique. "
Gonzague Saint-Bris - Desaix, le sultan de Bonaparte
#napoleonic#campaign of italy#gonzague saint bris#desaix le sultan de bonaparte#louis charles antoine desaix#napoléon bonaparte
22 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Pedro or Pierre Gailhard, full name Pierre Samson Gailhard, (1 August 1848 – 12 October 1918) was a French opera singer and theatre director. Gifted with an exceptional singing bass voice, Pedro Gailhard made his debut at the Opéra-Comique in December 1867, then sang at the Opéra Garnier, as Mephisto in Faust by Charles Gounod in 1871, a role which he also sang at Covent Garden. His interprétation of Leporello in Don Giovanni by Mozart was considered remarkable, as was his portrayal of other roles, such as Osmin in Mozart's Die Entführung aus dem Serail, Kaspar in Weber's Der Freischütz, the King in Thomas' Hamlet, Pythéas in Gounod's Sapho, Saint-Bris and Nevers in Meyerbeer's Les Huguenots, and Faust in Boito's Mefistofele. Pedro Gailhard was the first lyric artist to be named director of the Paris Opera, which he headed from 1884 to 1891 and from 1893 to 1907. He was mentioned as such in the novel The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux.
1 note
·
View note
Text
In which @heartbash tagged me in a thing.
ONE; (name/alias): Kayleigh
TWO; (birthday): August 21
THREE; (zodiac sign): Leo
FOUR; (height): 5′0″ (smol bean)
FIVE; (hobbies): seeing musicals, singing, gymnastics, generally spending too much time on the internet obsessing over fictional characters.
SIX; (favorite colors): blue and purple
SEVEN; (favorite books): I love YA lit - Harry Potter (Gryffindor 4 lyfe), Twilight, Hunger Games, all the basics. Bossypants by Tina Fey is a must read. The Great Gatsby and Les Mis because classics. Daddy Long Legs by Jean Webster, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer, Sula by Toni Morrison. I also love reading theatre-related books, whether it’s scripts, behind the scenes books, bios, whatever. GAH. Too many. I love reading.
EIGHT; (last song you were listening to): “Soft Place to Land” by Sara Bareilles
NINE; (last film watched): The Last Jedi.
TEN; (inspiration for muse): Music is a big one for me on an everyday level, but I think more than anything, it’s seeing the people I look up to do their thing and do it unapologetically. Hearing them talk about their process, how they create their art, etc. Listening to Rachel Bloom talk for example, whether in person or podcasts or whatever, generally makes me want to go out and conquer the world because she’s so freaking smart.
ELEVEN; (dream job): Company manager for a Disney Theatrical show on Broadway. Just... working with DTG in general is my biggest goal.
TWELVE; (meaning behind url): “Tonight imagine me gown and all, fetchingly draped against the wall...” Anna’s my girl and I love that neither of us are even close to being the picture of sophisticated grace.
Tagging @faith-trust-magic-pixie-dust, @grrlgeek72, @bri-ecrit, @ravenclaw-geek394 and anyone else who may want to do it!
1 note
·
View note
Text
Frank LaCavera and his hour glass collections
Frank LaCavera and his hour glass collections
By PEOPLE STAFF June 05, 1989 12:00 PM
Like the sands through the hourglass, so are the days of Frank J. LaCavera’s life.
LaCavera, a 70ish retired electrical engineer, lives in Cleveland in a house that is filled with reminders of the temporal — more than 300 one-of-a-kind hourglasses that he has designed and made in the last 32 years.
Each is set on a marble base with the hourglass in a wooden frame, and the whole is adorned with whimsical decoration. “I only do this stuff when inspired,” says LaCavera. “It’s like magic.”
Frank LaCavera hourglass
Among the inspirations that became hourglasses are: Castle and Dragon, which includes a tiny steel dragon next to a tiny castle, set on a piece of amethyst, all inside a crystal ball; Pluto, with the hourglass perched atop a spaceship; and Ribs, which includes a plastic pig under glass, reclining in a centerfold pose.
LaCavera took up his hobby when he was looking for an hourglass to decorate his study and found out that the closest thing he could buy in Cleveland was an egg timer, so he went into business for himself. He had to invent the machinery and instruments, including one to remove static electricity from inside the glass and another to determine the proper size of the hole between the two halves of the hourglass. (His hourglasses are accurate to 14 seconds an hour.)
LaCavera has sold only a few hourglasses over the years (they run from $89 to $1,500), but he prefers to hang on to his work, which now fills the modest three-bedroom frame house he shares with wife Phyllis on the city’s west side.
Phyllis thinks the world should see more of her husband’s hourglasses. “Work this beautiful,” she says, “should be out there where people can enjoy it.”
Hourglass maker Frank LaCavera filling 12 of his hourglass bulbs w. sand as he prepares to time test each piece that he will use in his ornate hourglass creations at his workshop in home. (Photo by Taro Yamasaki/The LIFE Images Collection via Getty Images/Getty Images)
Frank LaCavera hourglass collections
Frank LaCavera and his hour glass collections
Lima News, The (Newspaper) - August 12, 1976, Lima, Ohio I lie jLiiua CLEVELAND (AP)
Frank LaCavera is an hourglass master, one of the few in the world still making two-and three-foot hourglasses that can run from one to nine hours. His basement in his Cleveland home has become a collection of tubes, bottles, glass beads and other paraphernalia. He even has a small museum with a revolving stage and a curtain behind which is his handiwork.
LaCavera said he became interested in mak- ing hourglasses, an instru- ment for measuring time Liquor to flow on Election Day Modern-day hourglass maker works for sentiment not money v" J mt Frank LaCavera considered expert in his hobby usually by the trickling of sand through a small open- ing, after he tried to buy one and discovered that stores only sold small ones used by housewives to make three-minute eggs., "When I saw how scarce they were, I thought I'd make them as a chal- he said Dr Warner Bundens Jr. president of the National Association of Watch and Clock Collectors Inc., said that "nobody else in the world is making modern hourglasses. I have one of LaCavera's originals at home. It's a 60-minute COLUMBUS, Ohio (AP) Starting with the November election, Ohio no longer will be a state where you can't buy a drink or a bottle of liquor on election day.
A new law which takes effect Friday repeals the antiquated statute which shut down taverns, bars, and other liquor along with the state's monopoly retail voting hours. All will be open Nov. 2, including the state which in the past have given their employes the entire day off although bars and restaurants usually let the booze flow again an hour after polls closed, as the old law per- mitted. Rep John A Galbraith, R-69 Moumce, sponsored Ihe new law, calling the old one "archaic He said the days are gone when people "voted publicly and sat under the trees passing the jug around. No one tries to buy votes with whisky anymore." Galbraith got little help from his Republican colleagues as his bill squeaked through the Democratic House 55-39 and Senate 17-15 Restaurant and bar owners who claimed the law unfairly penalized their businesses lobbied for him, and may have helped convince Gov. James A. Rhodes who signed the repealer without comment. The 52-year-old Galbraith said despite the lobbying, the bill represented his "personal conviction that the old law was out of date Ohio was the only one of the 10 largest states which continued to have such a prohibition." Rep Alan E Norris, R-27 Westerville, whose hometown claims to be the "birthplace of prohibition" and remains dry. carried the House opposition. He said he felt simply that "people should be sober when they vote." He said it wasn't a moral issue with him, but felt the old law "was good for more than 100 years" and was needed to help protect the integrity of Ohio's election process.
Frank LaCavera and his hour glass collections
The election day liquor law is among five taking effect this week, 90 days after being signed into law by the governor. Other new laws: take away the authority of county and townships to enact zoning ordi- nances affecting oil and gas operations, per- mit senior citizens to take courses without credit or tuition at state universities when space permits; bring health district subsidies under _0hio Public Health Council regula- tions, and exempt delayed gram contracts held bv farmers from the state intangibles tax on stocks, bonds, and other securities. TECHNICIANS apply makeup and an ear plug to Sen. Walter Mondale, D-Minn.. prior to his ap- pearance on ABC's "Good Morning America" program Tuesday in Washington, D.C. Mondale is the Democratic vice presidential nominee. 'Beautiful river' helped young Ohio's economy By The Associated Press The Ohio River, "La Bel- le Riviere" or "the beautiful river" to the ear- ly French explorers, re- mains to this day a prime consideration in Ohio's transportation network but it has always been (he focus of Ohio history from the verv beginnings of the state, and even before Ohio was a state.
The river always kept its prestige in competition with Lake Erie as a chan- nel of trade, and from its banks came some of the men and helped make the nation's greatness One of the first com- panies of the pioneer city Marietta was a shipyard The brig St Clair, built there, reached Cincinnati in April, 1801, and got as far as Cuba on that trip It demonstrated that the black walnut of the In the library there are papers showing that the Louisiana of Marietta, in 1805, visited New Orleans, Norfolk and Italy. Purchase of the Louisiana Territory swel- led the river trade as well Ohio yesteryear Muskingum Valley, a wood now almost priceless, could be combined with Marietta iron and rope to defy the Spanish grip on the trade of the Mis- sissippi. More than 100 such ships were soon produced at the mouth of the Muskingum.
Carter recalled as pious preacher LOCK HAVEN, Pa "He knocked on doors asking people if they needed Jesus Christ as their per- sonal savior. He never breathed to us he was a politician." Mrs Robert Farwell was reminisc- ing about Jimmy Carter. She remembered him as the evangelist who eight years ago trumpeted Christianity in this central Penn- sylvania town. It was in 1968 that Carter visited the Lock Haven area as a member of a six-man team of Southern Baptist laymen attempting to start a second Baptist church. "He was the most humble and com- passionate man my husband and I ever met." Mrs Farwell, a widow of six months, said recently in a tele- phone interview. "He was a man who really loved the Lord Jesus Christ You could feel it every minute you were around him." The Baptist laymen remained two weeks, working in pairs and visiting 10 to 15 homes a day. Support for a se- cond Baptist parish grew and even- tually a new church was established.
For a time the new congregation was led by a divinity student from Texas, but he left. A permanent pastor was never found and the con- gregation dissolved and the new church closed. "He always wore a business suit." recalled Mrs Farwell, who lives in Flemmgton, near Lock Haven. "We knew he was a distinguished person. as the volume of ship- building However, the em- bargo of 1807, caused by the war between Great Bri- tain and Napoleon, ruined the Ohio shipyards for a time. Four years after Robert Fulton invented the steam- boat, the first such craft was seen on the Ohio It was the New Orleans, built at Pittsburgh, which went down river in 1811. It had a speed of only 12 miles an hour, but that was enough to mark the beginning of the end for the flatboat and barge lines which had en- joyed all the trade until that time.
The steamboats made travel safer and cheaper as well as faster, thus adding much to Ohio's growth and prosperity. Carolina dams lose to scenery WASHINGTON (AP) After a four-year legislative fight, a bill to save a scenic stretch of the New River in North Carolina from being inundated by power- generating dams is likely to win congressional approval this year. The House passed the bill Tuesday by a 311-73 vote and sent it to the Senate, which approved similar legislation jn the last Congress. President Ford has announced he would sign the bill. Every major environmental group in the country has backed the measure to save the 26.5-mile stretch "It looks like we will finally get it through this said Rep Ken Hechler. D-W.Va one of the long-time supporters of the New River legislation. The measure would bar the two-dam Blue Ridge Pro- ject of the Appalachian Power Co. The Federal Power Commission has approved the project but construction has been delayed by court appeals. Rep. Paul Simon, D-I11, who has taken a boat trip down the river, said it is a wonder of nature that should be preserved for posterity. "If any of you have a chance to take that trip, then I don't think you'll ever vote against this he told his colleagues. "God took 100 million years to create this river. Let's keep a power company from destroying Hechler said. He cited the statement by geologists that the river is the oldest in the Western Hemisphere.
Frank LaCavera and his hourglass collections
https://people.com/archive/meet-hourglass-maker-frank-lacavera-one-retiree-who-knows-how-to-pass-the-time-vol-31-no-22/
https://www.gettyimages.com/photos/frank-lacavera?family=editorial&sort=mostpopular&phrase=frank%20lacavera
https://newspaperarchive.com/lima-news-aug-12-1976-p-7/
Frank LaCavera and his hour glass collections
See also:
Time symbolism
Time is…
The Full History of Time
Time in physics and time Science
Symbolism of Melencolia I by Albrecht Dürer
Time and Text
DADA Time
Text, Time, MHC
Extinction Rebellion – Time against Life
The End of Time
Hourglass and Death on St Thomas’ Church
Hourglass – symbol of Death
Death does not Exist
Hourglass and Skeleton
“Hourglass and Cards” Exhibition
Father and Mother of Time
Time Hub
Time Philosophy
Time synonyms
Time perception and Sense of Time
Time Travel + Time Management = Time Travel Management
The Hourglass, Hourglass History
Hourglass symbolism
Hourglass Figure
Hourglass Tattoo
Symbols of Time
Beauty Bio-Net
Father Time Department
Father Time and Mother Nature
Lunar calendar and Moon’s phases
Time Management
Time Management tools
Time Travel Management
MHC SM: MHC Flikr, MHC Pinterest, MHC Facebook, MHC Instagram, MHC YouTube, MHC Twitter
The Hourglass Figure:
MHC Exhibitions:
Hourglass Figure Sophia Loren by Adam PierceHourglass Figure Marilyn Monroe
About Hourglass Body or Hourglass Figure
Hourglass body measurements – body shape online calculator
Hourglass Figure Celebrities on MHC
Hourglass Figure, the movie
MHC hourglass figure workout by Marten Sport
Hourglass Figure Department on MHC Virtual Museum
Frank LaCavera and his hour glass collections
Read the full article
0 notes
Last Seen Blogs
all-thats-interesting
All That Is Interesting
marlgams-blog
🌸マルリ 家 🌸
krystlethompkins-blog
Cambrian Mountain ranges
rhaevnfizzlebang-blog
Rhaevn Fizzlebang
creativecontentwriter
Creative Content Writer