Lucky Pehr Part 1

Lucky Pehr.

by August Strindberg.

SYNOPSIS OF SCENES

ACT I.--Room in a Church Tower.

ACT II.--[a] Forest--[b] Rich Man's Banquet Hall.

ACT III.-Public Square and Town Hall.

ACT IV.--[a] Caliph's Palace--[b] Seash.o.r.e.

ACT V.--Country Church [Interior].

TIME: Middle Ages.

ACT ONE

SCENE: A Room in the Church Tower.

Window shutters at back wide open, starlit sky is seen through windows.

Background: Snow covered house-roofs; gable windows in the distance brilliantly illuminated. In room an old chair, a fire-pan and a picture of the Virgin, with a lighted candle before it. Room is divided by posts--two in centre thick enough to conceal an adult.

Chant, in unison, from the church below:

A Solis ortus cardine Et usque terrae limitem Christum canamus principem Natum Maria Virgini.

[Old Man comes up tower steps and enters carrying a rat-trap, a barley-sheaf and a dish of porridge, which he sets down on the floor.]

OLD MAN. Now the elf shall have his Christmas porridge. And this year he has earned it honestly--twice he awakened me when I fell asleep and forgot the tower shutters; once he rang the bell when fire broke loose.

Merry Christmas, Elf! and many of them. [Takes up rat-trap and sets it.]

Here's your Christmas mess, Satan's rats!

A VOICE. Curse not Christmas!

OLD MAN. I believe there are spirits about to-night--Ugh! it's the cold increasing; then the beams always creak, like an old s.h.i.+p. Here's your Christmas supper. Now perhaps you'll quit gnawing the bell-rope and eating up the tallow, you accursed pest!

A VOICE. Curse not Christmas!

OLD MAN. The spooks are at it again! Christmas eve--yes, yes! [Places rat-trap on the floor.] There! Now they have their portion. And now comes the turn of the feathered wretches. They must have grain, of course, so they can soil the tin roof for me. Such is life! The church wardens pay for it, so it's not my affair. But if I were to ask for an extra s.h.i.+lling two in wages--that they couldn't afford. That wouldn't be seen! But when one sticks out a grain-sheaf on a pole once a year, it looks generous. Ah, that one is a fine fellow!--and generosity is a virtue. Now, if we were to share and share alike, I should get back my porridge, which I gave to the elf. [Shakes sheaf and gathers the grain into a bowl.]

A VOICE. He robs Christmas! He robs Christmas!

OLD MAN. Now I'll put this thing on the pole so that it will look like a symbol, and as a symbol it will also be of service--for it shows what is not to be found within. [He puts sheaf through window and hangs it on pole, then shakes his fist at town below.] Oh, you old human pit down there! I spit on you! [Spits through window; comes down and sees the burning candle before the Virgin's picture.] This must be the boy's doings! The times are not such that one burns up candles needlessly.

[Snuffs out light and puts the candle into his pocket.]

A VOICE. Woe! Woe! [Head of Virgin shakes three times and a bright ray of light darts out from the head.]

OLD MAN. [Shrinking.] Is h.e.l.l let loose to-night?

A VOICE. Heaven!

OLD MAN. Pehr, Pehr! Where are you? My eyes! Light the candles--My son, my son!

VIRGIN'S IMAGE. _My_ SON!

OLD MAN. [Groping his way toward the stairs.] My eyes! h.e.l.l-fire! [He rushes down the steps.]

[Two rats, Nisse and Nilla, come on right, one behind the other. They have mourning veils swathed about their tails.]

NISSE. I say, it smells like roast pig!

NILLA. Oh, I promise you! Be careful, Nisse! I see the trap over there.

[Sits on hind legs.] 'Twas in that very trap that our little ones were lost! O dear, dear, dear!

NISSE. If we could only hit upon some trick to play on the bad old man it would do my bowels good! Can you see if he has left anything about which he values?

NILLA. Suppose we gnaw the ropes so the bells will tumble down on his head--

NISSE. Why, Nilla! you know that I have only one poor tooth left in my head.

NILLA. But I have two--and where there's a will there's--but you, you have no feeling for your children!

NISSE. Come now! we shan't quarrel on Christmas Eve.

NILLA. Hus.h.!.+ What have we here?

NISSE. A dish of porridge--

NILLA. Which the old man has left--

NISSE. For the elf. He's afraid of him!

NILLA. Now I know! We'll eat up the porridge so--

NISSE. The elf will get after him--

NILLA. And he can raise the mischief when he gets angry. [They are over by the dish now, and eating.]

NISSE. Oh, move along and make room for me!

NILLA. Hus.h.!.+ It creaks in the stairs.

NISSE. Now I see the bottom of the dish; there's the lump of b.u.t.ter!

NILLA. Help me with this corner.