| Julie: (goes to the chopping block, as though she was being dragged there against her will) No, I won't go yet; I cannot... I must see... Hush! There is a carriage outside (Listens to the sounds outside, with out taking her eyes of the block and the chopper.) So, you think that I can't bear the site of blood! You think I'm so weak... Oh, how I would like to see your blood, your brains on a chopping block to see your whole sex swimming in a sea of blood, like that poor creature... I believe that I could drink out of your skull; I would gladly bathe my feet in your breast; I could eat your heart raosted whole! You think that I am weak; you think that I love you because the the fruit of my womb thirsted for your seed; you think that I want to carry your offspring beneath my heart, to nourish it with my blood- to bear your child and take your name! I've never heard your surname-probably you haven't got one. I should be "Mrs. Gatekeeper" or "Madame Dunghill"- you dog who wears my collar, you lackey with my crest on your buttons! I to share you with my own cook, to be the rival of my own servant! Oh! Oh! Oh! You think that I am a coward and want to run away! No, I am going to stay-blow wind come wrack. My father will come home.....his desk broken open...his money gone! And he will ring that bell there...twice for the valet, and thehe'll send for the police....and I shall tell everything! Everything! Oh, how lovely it will be to have an end for it all-if only it could be the end!- And then he'll get a stroke and die! And that will be the end of us...and then there will be quiet...peace!...Eternal rest!. . . And then the coat of arms will be broken on the coffin-the counts line is extint-but the valets line will continue, in an orphan asylum. . . win laurels in the gutter, and end in a prison! |
