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第1章 ACT I(1)

It is Ascension Day in a village of the West.In the low panelled hallsittingroom of the BURLACOMBE'S farmhouse on the village green,MICHAEL STRANGWAY,a clerical collar round his throat and a dark Norfolk jacket on his back,is playing the flute before a very large framed photograph of a woman,which is the only picture on the walls.His age is about thirtyfive his figure thin and very upright and his cleanshorn face thin,upright,narrow,with long and rather pointed ears;his dark hair is brushed in a coxcomb off his forehead.A faint smile hovers about his lips that Nature has made rather full and he has made thin,as though keeping a hard secret;but his bright grey eyes,dark round the rim,look out and upwards almost as if he were being crucified.There is something about the whole of him that makes him seen not quite present.A gentle creature,burnt within.

A low broad window above a windowseat forms the background to his figure;and through its lattice panes are seen the outer gate and yewtrees of a churchyard and the porch of a church,bathed in May sunlight.The front door at right angles to the windowseat,leads to the village green,and a door on the left into the house.

It is the third movement of Veracini's violin sonata that STRANGWAY plays.His back is turned to the door into the house,and he does not hear when it is opened,and IVY BURLACOMBE,the farmer's daughter,a girl of fourteen,small and quiet as a mouse,comes in,a prayerbook in one hand,and in the other a gloss of water,with wild orchis and a bit of deep pink hawthorn.She sits down on the windowseat,and having opened her book,sniffs at the flowers.Coming to the end of the movement STRANGWAY stops,and looking up at the face on the wall,heaves a long sigh.

IVY.[From the seat]I picked these for yu,Mr、.Strangway.

STRANGWAY.[Turning with a start]Ah!Ivy.Thank you.[He puts his flute down on a chair against the far wall]Where are the others?

As he speaks,GLADYS FREMAN,a dark gipsyish girl,and CONNIE

TRUSTAFORD,a fair,stolid,blueeyed Saxon,both about sixteen,come in through the front door,behind which they have evidently been listening.They too have prayerbooks in their hands.

They sidle past Ivy,and also sit down under the window.

GLADYS.Mercy's comin',Mr.Strangway.

STRANGWAY.Good morning,Gladys;good morning,Connie.

He turns to a bookcase on a table against the far wall,and taking out a book,finds his place in it.While he stands thus with his back to the girls,MERCY JARLAND comes in from the green.She also is about sixteen,with fair hair and chinablue eyes.She glides in quickly,hiding something behind her,and sits down on the seat next the door.And at once there is a whispering.

STRANGWAY.[Turning to them]Good morning,Mercy.

MERCY.Good morning,Mr.Strangway.

STRANGWAY.Now,yesterday I was telling you what our Lord's coming meant to the world.I want you to understand that before He came there wasn't really love,as we know it.I don't mean to say that there weren't many good people;but there wasn't love for the sake of loving.D'you think you understand what I mean?

MERCY fidgets.GLADYS'S eyes are following a fly.

IVY.Yes,Mr.Strangway.

STRANGWAY.It isn't enough to love people because they're good to you,or because in some way or other you're going to get something by it.We have to love because we love loving.That's the great thing without that we're nothing but Pagans.

GLADYS.Please,what is Pagans?

STRANGWAY.That's what the first Christians called the people who lived in the villages and were not yet Christians,Gladys.

MERCY.We live in a village,but we're Christians.

STRANGWAY.[With a smile]Yes,Mercy;and what is a Christian?

MERCY kicks afoot,sideways against her neighbour,frowns over her chinablare eyes,is silent;then,as his question passes on,makes a quick little face,wriggles,and looks behind her.

STRANGWAY.Ivy?

IVY.'Tis a manwhu whu

STRANGWAY.Yes?Connie?

CONNIE.[Who speaks rather thickly,as if she had a permanent slight cold]Please,Mr.Strangway,'tis a man what goes to church.

GLADYS.He 'as to be baptisedand confirmed;andandburied.

IVY.'Tis a man whuwhu's gude and GLADYS.He don't drink,an'he don't beat his horses,an'he don't hit back.

MERCY.[Whispering]'Tisn't your turn.[To STRANGWAY]'Tis a man like us.

IVY.I know what Mrs.Strangway said it was,'cause I asked her once,before she went away.

STRANGWAY.[Startled]Yes?

IVY.She said it was a man whu forgave everything.

STRANGWAY.Ah!

The note of a cuckoo comes travelling.The girls are gazing at STRANGWAY,who seems to have gone of into a dream.They begin to fidget and whisper.

CONNIE.Please,Mr.Strangway,father says if yu hit a man and he don't hit yu back,he's no gude at all.

MERCY.When Tommy Morse wouldn't fight,us pinched himhe did squeal![She giggles]Made me laugh!

STRANGWAY.Did I ever tell you about St.Francis of Assisi?

IVY.[Clasping her hands]No.

STRANGWAY.Well,he was the best Christian,I think,that ever livedsimply full of love and joy.

IVY.I expect he's dead.

STRANGWAY.About seven hundred years,Ivy.

IVY.[Softly]Oh!

STRANGWAY.Everything to him was brother or sisterthe sun and the moon,and all that was poor and weak and sad,and animals and birds,so that they even used to follow him about.

MERCY.I know!He had crumbs in his pocket.

STRANGWAY.No;he had love in his eyes.

IVY.'Tis like about Orpheus,that yu told us.

STRANGWAY.Ah!But St.Francis was a Christian,and Orpheus was a Pagan.

IVY.Oh!

STRANGWAY.Orpheus drew everything after him with music;St.

Francis by love.

IVY.Perhaps it was the same,really.

STRANGWAY.[looking at his flute]Perhaps it was,Ivy.

GLADYS.Did 'e 'ave a flute like yu?

IVY.The flowers smell sweeter when they 'ear music;they du.

[She holds up the glass of flowers.]

STRANGWAY.[Touching one of the orchis]What's the name of this one?

[The girls cluster;save MERCY,who is taking a stealthy interest in what she has behind her.]

CONNIE.We call it a cuckoo,Mr.Strangway.

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