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Read Ebook: Representative Plays by American Dramatists: 1856-1911: Paul Kauvar; or Anarchy by MacKaye Steele Moses Montrose Jonas Editor
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Ebook has 1905 lines and 21125 words, and 39 pages
It is a poetic picture, full of deep thought and careful study. The central figure is that of the Angel of Conquest, with one foot upon the prostrate fiend Anarchy, holding high that irresistible weapon of progress, the Sword of Light. The fiend carries in his hands the Torch and Flag of Anarchy, and with these is about to sink into the Abyss of Darkness.
PAUL KAUVAR;
OR,
ANARCHY
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
MEN.
WOMEN.
Under the title of "ANARCHY," the play was first performed at Buffalo, New York, May 30, 1887, at the Academy of Music. The following was the cast:
Cast of the first New York performance, December 24, 1887, the Standard Theatre. The name was changed to "Paul Kauvar".
PAUL KAUVAR
NANETTE.
There's that lazy man of mine, singing, while I work.
Dodolphe!--Dodolphe Potin!
POTIN.
Aye, aye!
NANETTE.
I want you!
POTIN.
Aye, aye!
NANETTE.
Hurry up!--Do you hear?
POTIN.
I could hear your sweet voice if I were deaf as Justice.
NANETTE.
Fool! Justice is blind, not deaf.
POTIN.
True! That's why you always get the better of me, dear. Justice listens too much and looks too little.
NANETTE.
Bah!
Take that rubbish to the cellar.
POTIN.
Ashes!--Heigho! Every fire has its ashes.
NANETTE.
Aye--and the fire that warms a man's home may burn his house down!--Mark you that, Citizen.
POTIN.
Oh, I see! You mean a wife, who should be a comfort, often proves a curse.
NANETTE.
I mean, Citizen Potin, that in days of revolution, husbands are easily suppressed.
POTIN.
Take care! A word against the Revolution is treason and sure death.
NANETTE.
Bah! Better death, than a life of terror like that in France to-day.
POTIN.
Good heavens, Nanette! Fewer words than these have guillotined our betters! Can you never hold your tongue?
NANETTE.
Never!--while I have a truth to tell.
POTIN.
Tell the truth! Good Lord, that's fatal.
NANETTE.
Aye, for in these noble days of liberty we are only free to lie.
POTIN.
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