Emerici Madách

 

Tragoedia Hominis

 

Scaena undecima

 

 

Londinii. Forum inter castrum Tower et Tamesim, ubi varia multitudo scatet et clamorem tollit. Adam velut vir senior in quadam turri castri cum Lucifero stat. Mane

 

                               CHORUS (coalitus ex murmure frementis multitudinis,
                               numeris suppressa voce sequentibus)

                                               Gurgites vitae fremendo

                                               Mundum ipsius quisque agit.

                                               Num doles illo cadendo,

                                               Hic times si astra incutit? –

                                               Singulos vulgo modo iri

                                               Absorptum, modo times

                                               Occisurum hunc eminentem

                                               Unum mille milies.

                                               Pro poesi nunc pavescis

                                               Crasque pro scientiis,

                                               Ordinis stricti dum habenis

                                               Undas terminare vis.

                                               Quamvis certes et labores,

                                               Nil aquam nisi excipis

                                               Risu, fervore et fremore

                                               Augustissimi aequoris.

                                               Hoc sine effervere: vita

                                               Terminabit ipsa se.

                                               Nil in luctibus peribit,

                                               Usque priscum est et novum usque.

                                               Carmen fascinans vide.

                                ADAM

                                               Id est, id est, quod semper deperibam,

                                               Adhuc dum in dumeto est cursus meus.

                                               Coram specto nunc totam stare vitam,

                                               Quam pulcher certare hortatur sonus!

                               LUCIFER

                                               Pulcher, superne, ut in templo chorus.

                                               Voces raucae, singultus, gemitus

                                               Ferruminantur in melodiam,

                                               Dum in altum scandunt. Sic audit Deus,

                                               Eoque se optime putat creasse.

                                               Secus sed audiuntur in profundis,

                                               Interdum pulsibus cordis locutis.

                               ADAM

                                               Incredule irrisor, nonne omnibus,

                                               Per quos torquebas me, est hic pulchrior

                                               Mundus collisis vallibus vetustis,

                                               Larvis fugatis horridis, futuro

                                               Quas tempus legat gloriâ sacratâ

                                               Vetus: crucem devotam hereditatis.

                                               Cursus patet cordi certaminis,

                                               Nec per servos munitur pyramis. –

                               LUCIFER

                                               Neque audiisses tam superne ibi,

                                               In Aegypto, serviles eiulatus,

                                               Quibus sine ut divinum factum opus!

                                               Nonne aut digne divinitusque Athenis

                                               Populus egit augustissimus

                                               Magnum et sibi gratum immolans virum,

                                               Cum si secus fuisset, urbs periret:

                                               Si tam superne spectamus, remoti

                                               Muliebri fletu, rebus vilibus.

                               ADAM

                                               Tace, tace, sophista sempiterne.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Etsi esset luctus vere emortuus,

                                               Tamen sunt facta tam plana omnia!

                                               Ubi excelsum invitans? ubi horrida ima?

                                               Mari luctanti non iam splendidae undae,

                                               At est palus segnis, referta ranis. –

                               ADAM

                                               Pro quîs commune sentio bonum.

                               LUCIFER

                                               In alta sede et tu sic iudicas

                                               De vita, quae circum pedes scatet,

                                               Velut Clio de antiquo tempore,

                                               Fugit quam rauca vox et nenia

                                               Recordantem carmen lapsi modo aevi.

                               ADAM

                                               O Satanas iam garrit fabulose,

                                               Aut fingit ideas – ut progredimur!

                               LUCIFER (castrum digito monstrans)

                                               Nihil mirare, qui stes temporis

                                               In phasmate antiqui, at mundo in novo.

                               ADAM

                                               Mea quid refert putidum hoc tribunal?

                                               Audax immergam me mundo novo

                                               Timens nil, mentis ne non magnum opus,

                                               Reperiam poesin inter undas. –

                                               Forsan nihil plus, ut caeli tremant,

                                               Titanum proeliis ita eminet,

                                               Eo magis fascinans et beatus

                                               Mundus suo orbe profertur modesto.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Vanus metus fuisset huic timere

                                               Sane, quod dum materia exstat ulla,

                                               Hanc ut neget bellumque ut inferet,

                                               Potestas consistit mea. Usque dum

                                               Cor mortales habent, mens concipit,

                                               Ordo rerum obsaepit cupidines,

                                               In regno spiritûs negatio,

                                               Vivet poesis, mentis magnum opus.

                                               Dic nos cuiusmodi portare formam

                                               Velis in turba mersuros frementi.

                                               Nam sic non possumus nisi hoc loco esse

                                               Circumdati magni aevi somnio.

                               ADAM

                                               Qualemvis formam: fati gratia

                                               Nil eminet iam. Ad vulgus nos oportet

                                               Deferri, ut norimus, quid corde portet.

 

(Ambo descendunt in intimum castrum, nec multo plus  egrediuntur per ostia vestiti ut operarii. Mimus apud tugurium suum stat, super quo catena vincta simia veste rubra sedet.)

 

                               MIMUS

                                               Huc, huc, spectatores grati optimi,

                                               Venite: mimus extemplo incipit.

                                               Comoedia est haec iucundissima:

                                               Quonam modo serpens deceperit

                                               Primam atque curiosam feminam,

                                               Quonam modo haec iam tunc illexerit

                                               Virum in malum. – Videtis simiam,

                                               Hominem quae cum dignitate fingat,

                                               Videtis ursum saltandi arbitrum.

                                               Huc, huc, spectatores grati optimi!

                                               (Turba circa tugurium excitur.)

                               LUCIFER

                                               O Adam! de nobis hic fabula.

                                               Nonne est pulchrum partes habere tales,

                                               Quas post sex milia annorum relapsa

                                               Ridere non iuventus desinit. –

                               ADAM

                                               Iocos ineptos tolle. – Porro, eamus.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Iocine inepti? ut rideant, vide,

                                               Modo qui dormiebant in scholis

                                               – Lecto Nepote – pueri rubelli.

                                               Numquis dicat, uter sit verior,

                                               Expergiscentium qui virium

                                               Vitam intrat conscientia, cerebro

                                               An qui contaminato inde egreditur –

                                               Magis tibi num Shakespeare placeat,

                                               An illis deformis confusio?

                               ADAM

                                               Ipsam deformitatem non fero.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Adhaesit in vita Graeca tibi.

                                               Vide me filium patremve, si vis

                                               – Neque hoc discrimen est in spiritus

                                               Mundo – stili novi Romantici

                                               Ipsa delectari deformitate.

                                               In vultu humano gestus simiae,

                                               Res augustae luto parvo illitae,

                                               Sensus perversi in gausapi modesto,

                                               Scortum loquens pudoris voce honesto,

                                               Pusilli et pravi idololatria,

                                               In gaudium ecfututi opprobria

                                               Viri: regnique perditi immemor

                                               Renascor his rebus recentior. –

                               MIMUS (umerum Adae incutiens)

                                               Cur has tenetis sedes occupatas?

                                               Trifurcifer, nemo gratis, nisi qui

                                               Se vitae taesum suspendit, iocatur.

(Adam et Lucifer paulum secedunt. Puellula violas venditans venit.)

 

                               PUELLULA

                                               Violas parvas, primos nuntios

                                               Veris gratissimi! O obsonate!

                                               Hic flosculus dat orphanis cibos,

                                               Pulchrum dat ornamentum et pauperi. –

                               MATER QUAEDAM (violas obsonans)

                                               Da, da mi, in fili mortui manum.

                               PUELLA QUAEDAM (item violas obsonans)

                                               Comae nigrae decus pulcherrimum.

                               PUELLULA

                                               Violas parvas! – Obsonate, eri!

                                               (Eos praeterit.)

                               MERCATOR GEMMARUM (in tugurio suo)

                                               Adhuc certare nobis hoc scelus,

                                               Nec posse tolli ex elegantia! –

                                               Quamquam nisi unio collum venustum

                                               Decet nil, pro qua, qui elevaverit

                                               Quondam cum desperata audacia,

                                               Profundi monstra temptarit maris.

                                               (Duae ingenuae virgines veniunt.)

                               INGENUA PRIOR

                                               O quanta texta, quot gemmae decorae!

                               INGENUA POSTERIOR

                                               Si quis pararet ut pusilla dona.

                               INGENUA PRIOR

                                               Viri qui nunc vivunt non haec parant

                                               Nisi ad consilia admodum indecora.

                               INGENUA POSTERIOR

                                               Cupido hos sed fert nec iam ad indecora:

                                               Rupere eam scorta, acipensis ova.

                               INGENUA PRIOR

                                               Ut nos non sumat, inde ita est superbus.

                               INGENUA POSTERIOR

                                               Vel ut non audeat iam, ita est ineptus.

                                               (Praetereunt.)

 

(Caupona sub trichila, operarii mensis circumdati comissantur, remote quidam cantant et saltant. Milites cives cuiuscunque status homines commixte laetantur.)

 

                               CAUPO (inter hospites)

                                               Laetamini! hesternum fugit dies,

                                               Numquamque crastinum, hospes, occupas,

                                               Alit Deus sed in caelo alites,

                                               Ut Biblia aiunt, omne est vanitas.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Placet mihi illa sapientia.

                                               Nunc considamus hoc scamno sub umbra,

                                               Visuri, quam bene et quam viliter plebs

                                               Malo cantu laetetur, lora acerba.

                               OPERARIUS PRIMUS (apud mensam)

                                               Opus ‘st infernale, inquam, machina:

                                               Ex ore nobis eripit cibum.

                               OPERARIUS SECUNDUS

                                               Sis immemor, dum non potum abripit.

                               OPERARIUS PRIMUS

                                               At dives – daemon, sanguinem bibit

                                               Nostrum. Veniret nunc! remitterem

                                               Ad ima. Ut nuper, exemplum daret.

                               OPERARIUS TERTIUS

                                               Quid usui esset? Pendebit statim ille,

                                               Et volvet Parca nostra, ut antea.

                               OPERARIUS SECUNDUS

                                               Garritis stulta, adsit iam dives ipse,

                                               Nil inferam damni sedenti apud me.

                                               Videbimus, quis bacchetur prior.

                               CAUPO (ad Adam)

                                               Hospes, quid inferam?

                               ADAM

                                                Nihil.

                               CAUPO

                                               Meum ergo

                                               Scamnum relinquite, o nequam viri.

                                               Putatin me furari forte nummos,

                                               An mendicare velle liberos?

                               ADAM (surgens)

                                               Sic dicere audes?

                               LUCIFER

                                               Mitte hunc impudentem.

                               ADAM

                                               Eamus ergo, quid spectemus, ut

                                               Homo relabatur in bestiam.

                               LUCIFER

                                               O hic quod multo quaero tempore,

                                               tandem gaudemus salse, commode.

                                               Nonne hic cachinnus, hic pedum fremor,

                                               Incendium illud ignis bacchanalis,

                                               Quod omnium in genas rosas ciet,

                                               Ut stulta somnia in miseria

                                               Sunt gloriosa?

                               ADAM

                                               Taedium mihi.

(Interea ad saltantes perveniunt. Duo mendici in iurgio veniunt.)

 

                               MENDICUS PRIOR

                                               Meus ‘st locus cum privilegio.

                               MENDICUS POSTERIOR

                                               Misericors sis, me aut fames necat,

                                               Duabus septimanis non laboro!

                               MENDICUS PRIOR

                                               Non ergo es mendicus purus putus,

                                               Nequam, artis imperite! Vigiles!

                                               (Mendicus posterior abrepit. Prior locum suum accipit.)

                                               Per quinque Christi vulnera, stipem

                                               Misello offerte, grati domini! –

(Miles quidam e manibus artificis puellam, quacum saltat, eripit.)

 

                               MILES

                                               Cede, agrestis puer! – putasne forte

                                               Plus quam nihil tete esse?

                               ARTIFEX

                                                Senties,

                                               Ni credis.

                               ARTIFEX ALTER

                                              Noli tangere, huic recede:

                                              Potestas eius est et gloria.

                               ARTIFEX PRIOR

                                               Ain? cur ergo addit superbiam,

                                               Cum sanguinem bibat nostrum ut hirudo.

                               MERETRIX (cantans)

                                               Aureum olim erat levatum

                                               E draconis ore malum –

                                               Gignuntur mala his diebus,

                                               Mortuus ‘st draconum fetus:

                                               Spectant, spectant usque multi,

                                               Qui non carpere audent stulti.

                                               (Ad iuvenem quendam nititur.)

                               LUCIFER (immersus spectaculo bacchantium)

                                               En haec mihi placet lascivia:

                                               Dives qui est, ostentet suas opes.

                                               In arca, cui avarus insidet,

                                               Sit sub seris arena aurumve, quis scit? –

                                               Movet me pubedae aemulatio:

                                               Ut servat nictus singulos puellae

                                               Suae, scit, quanti momentum preti sit,

                                               Haud nescius – sed quid curet – lacertis

                                               Viri alterius nisuram in futuro.

                               ADAM (ad cantorem quendam)

                                               Cur tractas tam male artem, vir bone?

                                               Ipsi tibi num, quod canis, placet?

                               CANTOR

                                               O qui placeret! infinita poena est

                                               Hoc cantare usque et interdum videre

                                               Iacchantes quo pacto hac gaudeant re.

                                               Per somnos iam hic manat sonus ferus.

                                               Sed quidnam agam? vivendum est, hoc datur mi.

                               LUCIFER (usque spectaculo immersus)

                                               A quis putet iuventutem fugacem

                                               Excellere tot sapientia. –

                                               Scit haec puella non hora ultima

                                               Voluptatis frui in vita sua se,

                                               Amplexa hunc, iam necessitudinem

                                               Novam quaerunt ocelli. O cara proles!

                                               Mihi qui ridentes datis labores,

                                               Quanto afficistis me nunc gaudio!

                                               Peccato, egestate hoc remunero.

                               ARTIFEX POSTERIOR (cantans)

                                               Qui laboris post dies

                                               Cor habet, carmen pium,

                                               Salutat vinum, osculum,

                                               Irridet diabolum.

 

(Ultimae quaedam harmoniae chori ecclesiastici audiuntur. Eva ut virgo ingenua, manibus librum precum et serta tenens una cum matre e templo exit.)

 

                               PROPOLA QUIDAM

                                               Huc, huc veni, venusta cara virgo!

                                               Nemo est, tibi qui vendat vilius.

                               PROPOLA ALTER

                                               Cave credas vetusta merce, falsa

                                               Huic regula uso – huc, huc, venusta virgo!

                               ADAM

                                               O Lucifer! me quam vili loco

                                               Retentas, dum salus iam facta corpus

                                               Vix impercepta mi praetervolat.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Sane res non ullo modo est nova.

                               ADAM

                                               Ex templo egressa est, o quam pulchra, pulchra!

                               LUCIFER

                                               Ut spectaretur et spectatum iit.

                               ADAM

                                               Hoc frigido ioco ne tangito,

                                               Cui in labris resedit pietas.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Conversum te puto, immo pietistam.

                               ADAM

                                               Iocum quam pravum! Utut sit frigidum mi

                                               Pectus, meum est damnum; sed in puellae

                                               Corde opto praesumptas opiniones,

                                               Sacram poesin, vocem aevi relapsi,

                                               Hunc intactum colorem flosculi. –

                               LUCIFER

                                               Quis sit, monstra, pars denique illa caeli?

                                               Noli exspectare vel diabolum

                                               Iudicium semper tuum indagare,

                                               Sat est eum quamvis post comparare.

                               ADAM

                                               Numquis potest, nisi illa femina, esse?

                               LUCIFER

                                               Et picus verme capto sic ait

                                               Et invidens circumspicit putans

                                               Sese optimum cibum captasse mundi,

                                               Visum tamen cum taedio a columba.

                                               Et sic homo unius suam salutem

                                               Sibi invenit – forte hoc ipso loco,

                                               Ubi vir alter effecit sibi Orcum.

                               ADAM

                                               Quis virtus, virginis quae dignitas;

                                               Illi vix appropinquare audeo.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Sic fortiter, non tiro es arte amoris,

                                               Vide recte: matura erit viro iam.

                               ADAM

                                               Tace!

                               LUCIFER

                                                                              Et fors ceteris sucosior.

(Interea iuvenis quidam modeste ad Evam accedit et ei munus panchrestarium figuram cordis reddens tradit.)

 

                               IUVENIS

                                               Era, hanc, quaeso, manu mea accipe

                                               Munusculum pusillum corde grato.

                               EVA

                                               Arthur, mi non oblitus, es bonus.

                               MATER

                                               Quin visas nos, longe non vidimus te.

 

(Voce suppressa colloquuntur, Ada excitate spectante, dum iuvenis abit.)

 

                               ADAM

                                               Habet forte ille immaturus puer,

                                               Quam frustra cor virile concupiscit –

                                               Quantum ridet, quam adfatur intime –

                                               Manu dat signum – pro dolor, dolor! –

                                               Necesse est alloquar. –

                                               (Ad Evam appropinquat.)

                               MATER

                                               Dites parentes

                                               Concedo esse Arthuris, sed nescio,

                                               Secundine hanc necessitudinem

                                               Spectant, non ergo omnino abieceris,

                                               Qui his te sertis donavit, aemulum.

                               ADAM

                                               Permittite, o erae, satellitem,

                                               Ne quid vos laedat in turba, ire me.

                               EVA

                                               Quam est inpudens!

                               MATER

                                               Procax moleste, abes!

                                               Putan forte hanc talem esse virginem,

                                               Cui blandiatur quivis libere?

                               ADAM

                                               Quis possit non blandire? Somniavi

                                               Sic virginis perfectam imaginem.

                               MATER

                                               At somnia, quidquid tibi placet,

                                               Sed cui florebit aevum virginis

                                               Huius, non talis furcifer erit.

(Adam conturbatus restat, hariola quaedam ad Evam accedit.)

 

                               HARIOLA

                                               Gratissima o virgo, miracla mundi,

                                               Sine aspici parvam manum tuam albam,

                                               Fati manus, da copiam loquundi,

                                               Qui sint ornaturae vitam beatam.

                                               (Palmas eius inspiciens)

                                               Compar te exspectat pulcher – o prope est –,

                                               Partus, valetudo, divitiae.

                               LUCIFER (Adam manu signans)

                                               Soror! profer fatum mei sodalis.

                               HARIOLA

                                               Non clare specto, crux sit an fames.

                               ADAM (ad Evam)

                                               Ne abieceris me tam crudeliter,

                                               Hoc sentio cor esse mi creatum. –

                               EVA

                                               Mater, ne siveris –

                               MATER

                                                Ni nos relinquis,

                                               Voco vigiliam.

                               EVA

                                               Ne laeseris – fors

                                               Sapit, nec quid re vera offendit ille.

                                               (Exeunt.)

                               ADAM

                                               Poesis sacra, tota evanuisti

                                               Ex hoc mundo prosae sic dedito?

                               LUCIFER

                                               Evanuit nullo modo! vel umbra

                                               Vitis, saltatus, panchrestarium,

                                               Quid serta erant? ne sis fastidiosus,

                                               Satis manent subiecta somnii.

                               ADAM

                                               Quid usui est? lucri repit lubido

                                               In his avara praemii, immemor

                                               Preti nusquam est magnificentia.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Scholae nonnumquam in scamnis invenitur,

                                               Ubi suum non egit vita opus.

                                               Quidam opportune assunt tales sodales. –

                                               (Scholastici quidam ambulantes veniunt.)

                               SCHOLASTICUS PRIMUS

                                               Laete, sodales, mucor est relictus,

                                               Viriliter nunc delectabimur.

                               SCHOLASTICUS SECUNDUS

                                               Eamus rus: urbem fastidio,

                                               Strictum ordinem, rem mercatoriam.

                               SCHOLASTICUS TERTIUS

                                               Conemur rixam inferre nesciocui,

                                               Virile hoc oblectamentum excitabit.

                               SCHOLASTICUS PRIMUS

                                               E conducticiorum bracchiis

                                               Puellas raptemus, movebiturque

                                               Bellum ilico; in rus cum illis ibimus,

                                               Ad psaltrias, cervisiae parum

                                               Aes sufficit, genas inter rubentes

                                               Reges triumphum agemus usque noctem.

                               SHOLASTICUS QUARTUS

                                               Clarum est, clarum est senum bilem movere.

                               SCHOLASTICUS PRIMUS

                                               Sodalitatis vinclis artius

                                               Nexis – delectari, ut nunc possumus,

                                               Olim dum certantes pro patria

                                               Campo constemus gloriosiore.

                                               (Eos praetereunt.)

                               ADAM

                                               Est visus gratus in palude mundi,

                                               Quem germen aevi opinor pulchrioris.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Videbis quid, germen cum germinarit,

                                               Foret scolae decusso pulvere.

                                               Duo officinae prodeunt magistri

                                               Qui iuniores idem ac hi fuere.

                                               (Duo officinae magistri colloquentes veniunt.)

                               MAGISTER PRIOR

                                               At certamen iam ferre vix queo,

                                               Cum viliora omnes desiderent,

                                               Mercis naturam corrumpi est opus.

                               MAGISTER POSTERIOR

                                               Mercedem pensi demitti est opus.

                               MAGISTER PRIOR

                                               Nullo modo potes: tumultuantur

                                               Iam, quod vitam non possint degere,

                                               Canes, et iure quodam forte dicunt –

                                               At quis praecepit illis nubere,

                                               Quis praecepit creare liberos?

                               MAGISTER POSTERIOR

                                               Opust exerceri illos durius:

                                               Laborent altera ergo parte noctis

                                               In officinis, altera est quieti

                                               Sat, si cui somnium est inutile.

                                               (Exeunt.)

                               ADAM

                                               Hos tolle. – Cur sisti visos mihi illos? –

                                               Sed dic, quonam iverit puella, prode

                                               Nunc, Lucifer, potestatem tuam,

                                               Iuva, me ut audiat libens.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Profundit

                                               Non tali nequitate Lucifer vim.

                                ADAM

                                               Tibi quod est nihil, mihi ipse mundus.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Nanciscere ergo. – Sensus claudere

                                               Tuas vale, mentiri ne timescas,

                                               Responde, ut te rogaro, et hanc tenebis.

                                               (Magna voce, ut hariola a tergo auscultans percipiat)

                                               Num iam vides, vir egregi, induta quam

                                               Molestum sit persona in plebe mixtos

                                               Malum novum usque nos offendere.

                                               Si vulgus hoc sentiret quattuor

                                               Naves nostras ex India advenire,

                                               Secus tractaret nos.

                               ADAM

                                               Credo equidem.

                               HARIOLA (secreto)

                                               Hoc indagasse me magni preti est.

                                               (ad Adam)

                                               Paucis volo te – qui tete abdidisti,

                                               Idcirco oraculo te puniebam,

                                               Nam nulla coram me secreta sunt,

                                               Quae Satanae vetus sum coniuratrix.

                               LUCIFER (secreto)

                                               Quid non sibi vult caries vetus.

                               HARIOLA

                                               Hodie iam hic erunt naves tuae,

                                               Sed his quae res multo est iucundior,

                                               Puella pulchra tete deperit.

                               ADAM

                                               Nancisci qui possim?

                               HARIOLA

                                              Tua est fere iam.

                               ADAM

                                               Reiecit me.

                               HARIOLA

                                               Ipsam ob hanc rem erit tua.

                                               Non multo post videbis hanc adesse,

                                               Memento hariolam veram fuisse.

                                               (Exit.)

                               ADAM

                                               O Lucifer! te vincet haec anus.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Clare mereri eam non denego,

                                               Nunc illa nobis Satanae est loco. –

(Pharmacopola ploxeno invehitur turba circumdatus et restat in media scaena.)

 

                               PHARMACOPOLA

                                               Mi cedite atque honorem reddite,

                                               Cui canescat caput scientiâ,

                                               Scrutato gazas naturae abditas

                                               Laboriosa diligentia.

                               ADAM

                                               Quis hic insanus mirus, Lucifer?

                               LUCIFER

                                               Scientia est degendam ad vitam inepta

                                               Nunc, sicut olim, cum luctatus es,

                                               Sed nunc maiore clangore est opus.

                               ADAM

                                               Nunquam ipse feci sic, talem ad modum.

                                               O dedecus!

                               LUCIFER

                                               Non culpa est illius,

                                               Sed naturae timentis et volentis

                                               Vitare tale epigramma in sepulchro:

                                                ‘Ex gratia speciali

                                               Mortuus in hospitali.’

                                               Nocte et die pro ceteris profusis

                                               Coepit rogare mercedem suam.

                               PHARMACOPOLA

                                               Mortalium laborans pro bono

                                               Ecce assequor lucrum nitens:

                                               In pyxide hac est vitae potio,

                                               Aegros quae recreat, senes.

                                               Hoc pharmaco usus olim est Pharao,

                                               Tancredi unguenta magica,

                                               Medicamenta vultus Helenae,

                                               Haec Kepleri astrologia. –

                               ADAM

                                               Audin quid vendat? – Nos lucem in futuro,

                                               Is quaerit aevo iamdudum relapso.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Tempus praesens numquam est honore honestum.

                                               Ut in cubiclo humana magnitudo.

                                               Sed uxor ut decem annos ante ducta –

                                               Iam novimus cunctas lentigines.

                               PHARMACOPOLA

                                               Emptum fac, non pudebit hunc qui emit, non

                                               Talis occasio allata, afferetur.

                               QUIDAM EX TURBA

                                               Cedo! – Mihi quodcumque erit bene. –

                                               O quanta fortuna! – O quam cara merx!

                               LUCIFER

                                               Viden vulgus, nemo est, quin infidelis

                                               Sit, at quanto modo miracla captat! –

                                               (Eva cum matre redit, hariola susurranti eas sequente.)

                               EVA

                                               Est vanus sermo: te iam novimus.

                               HARIOLA

                                               Ne salva sim, ni verum est: hic ita

                                               Erus deperditus tuo est amore, ut

                                               Te sicut maîtresse adsumat sibi

                                               Statim: domum incolas ut principissa,

                                               Quattuor veharis in theatrum equis.

                               MATER

                                               Delibera bene: utile est magis,

                                               Quam velata coma flaccescere

                                               Sartoris atri in foetida taberna.

                               HARIOLA

                                               At specta, qui stet, qui te quaeritet.

                               EVA

                                               Satis turpe est non inventam me adhuc. –

                                               Manus quam bella, quam gestus eriles! –

                               MATER

                                               Mi nec sodalis eius displicet,

                                               Pede etsi curvo, paulum naso adunco,

                                               Sed est honestus et dignus senex.

                                               Abibo, filia. Intercessio est,

                                               Si vos relinquam vobis, optima.

                               HARIOLA (ad Adam)

                                               Ecce illa bella; quam te deperit.

                               ADAM

                                               Volabo ad hanc, o quam volup, volup!

                               HARIOLA

                                               Sequestris debes non esse immemor.

                               LUCIFER (nummos ei dans)

                                               Nummi a sodali, a me dextra est data.

                               HARIOLA (eiulans)

                                               Au! quam durast manus!

                                               (Exit.)

                               LUCIFER

                                                Libidinem eius

                                               Scires, si esses, quam fingis, pus vetus! –

                               EVA (ad Adam)

                                               Si grata munera obsones mihi,

                                               Ut fucus nobis offert ille se –

                               ADAM

                                               Fucus muliebri fascinationis

                                               Vultu in tuo est incomparabilis.

                               EVA

                                               O vere blandus es.

                               ADAM

                                               Indigna ne sis:

                                               Collo pulchro adamanta et uniones

                                               Non ornaturus inseram, loco sed

                                               Quae non possint nitere digniore.

                               EVA

                                               Vidi illic multos gemmae propolas,

                                               Sed non decet puellae pauperi –

                               ADAM

                                               Eamus spectatum.

                               LUCIFER

                                                Nil est opus.

                                               Gemmas porto mecum forte optimas.

(Gemmas tradit, quas Eva magno cum gaudio spectat et collo aptat.)

 

                               EVA

                                               Quam pulchrum, quam gratum, quam huic invidebunt. –

                               ADAM

                                               Sed hoc cor – hoc nolo amplius videre.

                               EVA

                                               Tibi si invisum est, possum abicere.

                                               (Abicit.)

                               LUCIFER

                                               Bene est, ego teram pede.

                                               (Cachinnat.)

                               EVA

                                               O quid est:

                                               Mentisne res ficta, an quis eiulat?

(Interea capitis reus curru per scaenam vehitur turba sequente.)

 

                               QUIDAM E TURBA

                                               Gradu citato! – Nonne dixi inertem! –

                                               Huc usque contumax! – Cito, sequamur!

                               ADAM

                                               Quis hic rumor, quae numquam audita turba?

                               EVA

                                               Supplicium. Optime est adesse nos!

                                               Eamus et nos, spectaclum incitabit

                                               Gemmisque excellenti offeret locum.

                               ADAM

                                               Quid est miselli crimen?

                               EVA

                                               Nescio.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Nil attinet, tamen narrabo ego:

                                               In officina Loveli laborans

                                               Longe, usque anhelabat plumbi venenum,

                                               Quo septimanas in manu medenti

                                               Iacente uxorem ursit necessitas,

                                               Cum filio benigno et iuniore

                                               Convenit Loveli, cunctorum oblita. –

                               OPERARIUS PRIMUS

                                               Iucundê, consors! ut martyr cades,

                                               Tuum inter nos nomen clare nitebit.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Maritus convalescens feminam non

                                               Invenit, aut locum, pensum petivit

                                               Frustra: rebelli corde provocantem

                                               Plagis repulsit filius erilis.

                                               In cultrum detestatus incidit –

                                               Nunc fertur – delirat Lovel senex. –

(Dum ultima verba sonant, Lovel cum dignitate delira venit.)

 

                               LOVEL

                                               Mendax, mendax es: non deliro ego.

                                               An non comprendi, vulnus filii

                                               Quid dicat? Sume infinitas opes,

                                               Fac non comprendere, insanire me.

                               OPERARIUS TERTIUS

                                               Te ulciscemur, timorem mitte, mitte,

                                               Olim.

                               OPERARIUS PRIMUS

                                                Leva te: eorum est dedecus.

                                               (Capitis reus cum comitantibus praeterit.)

                                ADAM

                                               Quid me tentas, visus, quo mens stupescit?

                                               Quis decernet, uter scelestior

                                               Sit – an magis res ipsa publica?

                                               Ubi illa tabescit, scelus virebit.

                               LOVEL

                                               Res publica, o sic! Sume opes meas,

                                               Fac ne comprendam vocem vulneris.

                                               (Exit.)

                               ADAM

                                               O grata fata! me non iudicem esse.

                                               Edicitur cito in triclinio lex –

                                               Indiligens cito diiudicat,

                                               At cor qui investigat, quam difficulter,

                                               Sinus qui cordis omnes inspicit.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Non finiret lis ulla lege tali.

                                               Nemo malum facit, quod id malum est,

                                               Et daemones titulos praeferunt,

                                               Suum quisque aestimans potentiorem.

                                               Legis peritus nodum complicatum,

                                               Cui non philanthroporum milia

                                               Fila explicarent, ense dissecat. –

(Interea ad castrum perveniunt, cuius in aedicula imago sancti cuiusdam habetur.)

 

                               EVA

                                               Restemus paululum, mi care amice,

                                               Mea ut serta huic affigam imagini. –

                               LUCIFER (susurrans)

                                               Cave sinas, cave, aut peribimus.

                               ADAM

                                               Quid innocenti obstem puellulae? –

                               EVA

                                               Huius consuevi imaginis mea in

                                               Infantia recordari, iuvat me

                                               Et nunc praetergressam magnopere.

                                               Iam finio, statim, momenta lapsa

                                               Currendo supplemus.

 

(Serta affigit imagini, sed haec repente flaccescunt, et a collo bracchiisque eius gemmae in lacertas versae delabuntur.)

 

                                               Quid hoc, deus mi?

                               LUCIFER

                                               Nequiquam te monebam.

                               EVA

                                               Subvenite!

                               ADAM

                                               Tranquille, amores, es spectata vulgo –

                                               Gemmas collo indam multo pulchriores.

                               EVA

                                               Abeste, abeste! parce! subvenite!

                                               Praestigiatores venefica

                                               Cum taetra me turpaverunt honestam! –

                                               (Turba moveri incipit, hariola cum vigilibus venit.)

                               HARIOLA

                                               Hic sunt certe, falsos dedere nummos,

                                               Qui hydrargyri pares manu effluere.

                               LUCIFER

                                               Non nummi fors in culpa, at sunt manus. –

                                               Adam, fuge: haec mala oblectatio est.

 

(In castrum cedunt, et turba et clamore infra crescente in summo propugnaculo apparent.)

 

                               ADAM

                                               Rursus deceptus sum, putans sat esse

                                               Everti antiqui monstra temporis

                                               Sinique libere certare vires. –

                                               Sed clavum continentem et cardinem

                                               E machina eieci, sensus pios,

                                               Nec supplevi locum eius fortiore.

                                               Quale est certamen, quo stet alter ensem

                                               Tenens, alter nuda manu repugnat,

                                               Qualis libertas, quae centum fame

                                               Necet, ni collo aptant iugum unius?

                                               Canum est hoc proelium de carne rapto.

                                               Pro quo volo talem rem publicam,

                                               Non iudicem horrentem, sed vindicem

                                               Hortantem, vi communi coperantem,

                                               Sibi quem finxerit scientia,

                                               Cuius clara ordinem mens intuatur. –

                                               Hanc venturam novi, sensi, scio,

                                               Duc, duc in hunc orbem me, Lucifer. – –

                               LUCIFER

                                               Homo vanus, visu constricto ocelli

                                               Si in imo turbam confusam intuentur,

                                               Putasne iam non in fornace vitae

                                               Vires bene ordinatas coperiri?

                                               Ocellis spiritus specta parumper

                                               Videque quale opus sic procreetur,

                                               Sane ad nostrum usum, non sibi pusillis.

 

(Vesperascit. Forum totum mutatur in cohortem fodientium sepul­chrum apertum in media scaena, dum unusquisque alter alterum sequens insiliant, partim silentes partim sic locuti:)

 

                               CHORUS

                                               Fac concinat iam sarculum,

                                               Labora nunc, cras sera iam hora;

                                               Post milia annorum etsi opus

                                               Non finiet magnum, labora.

                                               Cuna est sepulchrumque est idem,

                                               Quod incipit cras nuncque finit,

                                               Saturum semper esurit,

                                               Cras surget, nunc quod introibit!

                                               (Campana funebris tunditur.)

                                               En clocca tinnit vesperi,

                                               Imus quietum: opus peractum;

                                               Quem lux nova ad vitam ciet,

                                               Munus rursum hoc ordire magnum.

                               MIMUS

                                               Peregi partes comicas

                                               Non laetus, at laetificans.

                               CAUPO

                                               Vinum suum quisque ebibit.

                                               Hospes, dormi: nox decidit!

                               PUELLULA

                                               Violae parvae veniere,

                                               Novo cinis virebit flore.

                               HARIOLA

                                               Adhuc scrutatores futuri,

                                               Nunc connivent terrore cuncti.

                               LOVEL

                                               Opum dives nunquam beatus –

                                               Gratis quietem sum inde nactus.

                               OPERARIUS

                                               Septimana acta, sabbato

                                               Quieti fessum me dabo.

                               DISCIPULUS

                                               E somnio miro excitus sum;

                                               Ades, sopor, sequor te rursum.

                               MILES

                                               ‘Macte esto’ dixi mi, ‘probe!’

                                               Pedem offendi in vili scrobe.

                               MERETRIX

                                               Ardor fugit, fucusque est dilutus,

                                               Hic algeo: num in imo est melius?

                               CAPITIS REUS

                                               Manete, vincula, in vili luto,

                                               Post has foras legem alteram puto.

                               PHARMACOPOLA

                                               Falsa scientia fefellimus:

                                               Nunc veritate omnes stupebimus.

                               EVA

                                               Quid ante me ‘hias, immense abysse?

                                               Caligo non me deterret tua.

                                               Fors incidet pulvis, terrae propago

                                               Huius: transgressam me fert gloria.

                                               Pandunt iter mihi ad sedem aeviternam

                                               Genii carminis, iuventae, amoris,

                                               Redit modo ad terram risûs lubido,

                                               Vultus forte illustrans iubare solis.

                                               (Rica, stola in sepulchrum demissis gloriose ascendit.)

                               LUCIFER

                                               Adam, novistin hanc?

                               ADAM

                                              O Eva, Eva!

 

Fordította: Fehér Bence

 

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