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The Possessed (Camus), Rashamon (Kurosawa)
Venice Carnival 2002 & DJ 2003
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... act 2, 3, 4, 5 [ filmplus.org/plays ]
The Possessed (Camus), Rashamon (Kurosawa)
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Spring 2003 Theatre UAF: can't put the text (copyright)
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theatre theory * 
5-act structure: 1st -- exposition. First -- genre: comedy. Commedia!Themes: women. Establish before DJ appears!
Big start: carnival -- through the house, dance.
Sganarelle's monologues (does DJ listen?)
Read 12th Night pages!
Who is Gusman? Sganarelle scares him to death in I.1 (extreme cathlic, with the Bible too?) -- gone forever! Went to monastery?
More appearances of Donna Alvira!
3 scenes in act One: last with Elvira: big, tragic (bad) acting!
Transition to act II (the girls on the seashore).
ACT I Scene 1
Sganarelle, Gusman
SGANARELLE [with a Tobacco-Box in his Hand]: Let Aristotle and all the Philosophers in the World say what they will, nothing is like Tobacco; 'tis the Darling of all Men of Honour, and he that lives without Tobacco is not worthy of Life. It not only gladdens and purges Man's Brain, but it likewise puts him in the way to Virtue, and one learns with it to become an honest Man. Don't you see that as soon as ever one takes it, with what an obliging Manner one uses everybody, and how glad one is to give it on all sides, be one where he will? We don't so much as stay till 'tis ask'd for, but prevent People's wishes; so true it is that Tobacco inspires all those that take it with Sentiments of Generosity and Virtue. But enough of this; let's resume the Thread of our Discourse. So your Mistress, dear Gusman, Donna Elvira, surprised at oui Departure, set out after us; and her Heart, which my Master has pierced too deeply, cannot live, you say, without coming hither to him? Shall I give you my Opinion? I'm afraid that she'll be but ill rewarded for her Love; and that her Journey to this City will produce but little Fruit. You'd as good ha' stay'd at home.
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DON JOHN: What Man was that? He look'd like Donna Elvira's Gusman.
SGANARELLE: Something like him, indeed.
DON JOHN: Whatl Was't he?
SGANARELLE: He himself.
DON JOHN: How long has he been in this City?
SGANARELLE: Ever since yesterday Evening.
DON JOHN: What brings him hither?
SGANARELLE: I believe you may guess what disturbs him.
DON JOHN: Our Departure, I suppose.
SGANARELLE: The good Man is sadly mortify'd with it, and ask'd me the Cause of't.
DON JOHN: And what Answer did you give?
SGANARELLE: I said you had not told me anything about it.
DON JOHN: But what do you think of it? What do you imagine about this Affair?
SGANARELLE: Why, I believe, without wronging you, there's some new Love in the Case.
DON JOHN: You believe it?
SGANARELLE: Yes.
DON JOHN: Faith, you're not deceiv'd; I must confess another Object has driven Elvira out of my Head.
SGANARELLE: O, Don John, I know at my Finger's Ends that your Heart is the greatest Wanderer in the World; it loves to ramble from Bonds to Bonds, and hates to stay long in a Place.
DON JOHN: And, tell me, do you not think I am in the right to do what I do?
SGANARELLE: Ha, Sir!
DON JOHN: Speak.
SGANARELLE: Yes, to be sure you're in the right. If you have a Mind to it, nobody can contradict it. But if you have not a Mind to't, it may be the Case is alter'd.
DON JOHN: Well, I give you leave to speak, and to tell me your Thoughts.
SGANARELLE: Why then, Sir, I must freely tell you I don't approve of your Method, and I think it a very ill thing to make Court to everybody, as you do.
DON JOHN: What! Wou'd you have me stick to the first Object that takes me, to renounce the World for that, and have no more Eyes for anybody? A fine thing indeed to pique oneself on a false Honour of being faithful, to bury oneself for ever in one Passion, and to be dead from one's very Youth to all other Beauties that may strike our Eyes. No, no, Constancy is fit for none but Fools, all the Fair Sex have a right to Charm us, and the Advantage of being first met with ought not to deprive the others of the just Pretensions they all have upon our Hearts. For my part, Beauty ravishes me wherever I meet with it; and I easily give way to the sweet Violence with which it hurries us along. Though I am engaged, my Love for one Belle does not engage me to do Injustice to all the rest; I have Eyes for the Merit of all, and render to every one the Homage and Tribute to which we're oblig'd by Nature. However it be, I can't refuse my Heart to any that I think amiable, and when a handsome Face demands it of me, if I had Ten Thousand I shou'd give 'em all. Rising Inclinations, after all, have inexpressible Charms, and all the Pleasure of Love lies in Variety. One tastes an extreme delight in reducing by an hundred Contrivances the Heart of a young Beauty; to see the Progress we daily make in it; to combat by Transports, Sighs, and Tears the innocent Virtue of a Soul, which can hardly prevail with itself to yield; to demolish Inch by Inch all the little Resistances that oppose us; to vanquish the Scruples on which she prides herself, and to lead her gently whither we would have her go. But when one is once Master there is nothing further to be said nor wish'd for; all the Charms of the Passion are over, and we sleep in the Tranquility of such a Love unless some new Object come to awaken our Desires and present to our Heart the attracting Charms of another Conquest to undertake. In short, nothing is so sweet as to triumph over the Resistance of a beautiful Person; and in that I have the Ambition of Conquerors, who fly perpetually from Victory to Victory and can never prevail with themselves to put a bound to their Wishes. Nothing can restrain the Impetuosity of my Desires; I have an Heart for the whole Earth; and like Alexander, I cou'd wish for new Worlds wherein to extend my Amorous Conquests.
SGANARELLE: Body o' me, how you talk! One wou'd think you had learn't this by Heart; you speak like a Book.
DON JOHN: What have you to say to'd!
SGANARELLE: Faith, I have to say -- I don't know what I have to say; for you turn things in such a Manner that one wou'd believe you are right, and yet you are not. I had the finest Thoughts in the World, and your Discourse has put 'em all out o' my Head, but another time I'll write down my Arguments to dispute with you.
DON JOHN: Do so.
SGANARELLE: But, Sir, wou'd it be included in the Permission you have given me if I told you that I am a trifle scandaliz'd with the Life you lead?
DON JOHN: How! What Life do I lead?
SGANARELLE: A very good one. But to marry every Month as you do --
DON JOHN: Can there be anything more agreeable?
SGANARELLE: 'Tis true, I believe it may be very agreeable and very diverting; I myself cou'd swallow it if there were no harm in't. But, Sir, to make a Jest of a holy Sacrament, which --
DON JOHN: Come, come, 'tis a Question between Heaven and me, which we'll resolve without troubling your Head.
SGANARELLE: Faith, Sir, I've heard it said 'tis but a scurvy Jest to Jest with Heaven, and that Libertines never come to a good End.
DON JOHN: Have not I told you, Mr. Fool, that I did not love Remonstrances?
SGANARELLE: God forbid I shou'd say this to you, you best know what you have to do; and if you believe nothing, you have your Reasons for't; but there are some little impertinent People in the World who are unbelievers without knowing why, who pretend to be Freethinkers because they imagine it fits well upon 'em, and if I had such a Master I wou'd plainly say to him, looking in his Face: Are you bold enough to mock Heaven? Do you not tremble to scoff as you do against the most sacred things? It agrees mighty well for you indeed, little Worm, little Shrimp (I speak to the Master I mention'd), it agrees mighty well with you indeed to turn into Jest what other Men revere. Do you think that because you're a Man of Quality, have a fair well-curl'd Wig, a Feather in your Hat, a laced Suit of Cloaths and flame-colour'd Ribbans (I don't speak to you but to t'other), do you think, quo' I, that you're e'er the wiser, that everything's lawful for you to do, and that you are not to be put in your place? Know from me that am your Servant that Heaven sooner or later punishes the Impious, that a wicked Life leads to a wicked Death, that --
DON JOHN: Peace.
SGANARELLE: Why, what's to be done?
DON JOHN: I must tell you that a Beauty sticks in my Heart, and that attracted by her Charms I have follow'd her quite to this City.
SGANARELLE: And Sir, have you no Terror upon your Spirits for the Death of the Governor you kill'd here Six Months ago?
DON JOHN: Why Terror? Did not I kill him well?
SGANARELLE: Very well, extraordinary well; he has no Cause to complain on't.
DON JOHN: I have had my Pardon for this Affair.
SGANARELLE: Ay, but perhaps this Pardon don't extinguish the Resentment of Relations and Friends, and --
DON JOHN: Oh, don't let's think of the harm that may happen to us, but only of what may give us Pleasure. The Person I speak of is a young Gentlewoman (the most agreeable in the World) newly betroth'd, and brought hither by the Man that's to marry her. Chance shew'd me these two Lovers three or four Days before their Voyage. Never did I see two Persons so satisfy'd with one another, and shew so much Love. The visible Tenderness of their mutual Ardour disturb'd me; it struck me to the Heart, and my Love began by Jealousy. Yes, I cou'd not bear to see 'em so content together, Indignation allarm'd my Desires, and I thought it wou'd be an extreme Pleasure to spoil their Accord and break that Affection, the Delicacy whereof offended my Heart. But hitherto all my Endeavours have been in vain, and I now have recourse to the last Remedy. The intended Husband is today to take the air with his Mistress on the Sea. I have, without letting you know anything of the matter, already prepared everything to satisfy my Love, and I have a little Bark and Men ready, with whom I may very easily run away with the Fair One.
SGANARELLE: Ha! Sir --
DON JOHN: What!
SGANARELLE: You do very well; there's nothing like contenting oneself.
DON JOHN: Then be ready to go along with me, and take care to get all my Arms, that -- [He perceives Donna Elvira.] O unhappy meeting! Traitor, you did not tell me that she herself was here.
SGANARELLE: Sir, you did not ask me.
DON JOHN: Sure she is mad not to change her Dress, but to come hither in her country Suit.
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