Read-Aloud Plays | Page 2

I was going mad! Just to touch you, to hold you ... but it's all right now.
THE VOICE
It is all right now, Elizabeth.
THE WOMAN
I thought I could stand it, dear, I thought I could stand it. It wasn't myself--I swear to you it wasn't--nor him. I, I can stand all that, now. It was something else, something that came over me all at once. I saw--Oh Paul! the thing I saw! But it's all right now....
THE VOICE
It is all right, Elizabeth, because ours is love, love that is made of light, and not merely blind desire.
THE WOMAN
Ours is love. We are love!
THE VOICE
So that even if we are separated--even if you cannot come to me yet, we shall not lose conviction nor joy.
THE WOMAN
Yes, Paul. I will not make it harder for you. I know it is hard, and that it was for my sake you could bring yourself to bind me not to see you again.
THE VOICE
Love is, world without end. That is all we need to know.
THE WOMAN
World without end, amen.
THE VOICE
And because I knew the power and truth of love in you I put this separation upon us.
THE WOMAN
For my sake. I know it now, Paul! And trust me! You can trust me, Paul! Not time, nor distance, nor trouble nor change shall move me from the heights of love where I dwell.
THE VOICE
And because I knew the happiness of love could not endure in deceit, nor the wine give life if we drank it in a cup that was stained, I put you from me--in the world's sight we meet no more.
THE WOMAN
In the world's sight ... and in the sight of God and man shall I be faithful to him from now on, in thought and deed and word, as a heart may be. Yes, Paul ... even that can I endure for your sake. For I know that hereafter--
THE VOICE
For love there is neither here nor hereafter, but the realization of love is ever according to his triumph. This has come to me suddenly, a light in the darkness, and I have won the truth by supreme pain.
THE WOMAN
That, too, Paul. Pain.... I have been weak. I gave way to my nerves, but now in your presence I am strong again, and I shall not fail you.
THE VOICE
My presence is where your love is, and as your love so my nearness. Love me as I love you now, and I shall be more real to you than your hands and your eyes.
THE WOMAN
_Bone of one bone, and flesh of one flesh_....
THE VOICE
Spirit of one spirit! The flesh we have put away.
THE WOMAN
That, too, Paul. Oh the glory of it! So be my happiness that I shall not wish it changed, even before the Throne!
THE VOICE
I have given you happiness?
THE WOMAN
Perfect happiness, Paul. I am happy, happier than I ever was before. But before I go home from here for the last time, turn on the light, Paul, that we may be to each other always as the wonder of this moment. For the last time, Paul. Paul?... Paul? Where are you? Why don't you answer?... _Paul!_ (_She turns on the light. It is a studio. At the piano, fallen forward upon the keys, sits the body of a man. There is a revolver on the floor beside him._) Paul!... _As I saw him!_ Is this my happiness. Oh God, must I?

A MODERN PRODIGAL
_The scene shows Uncle Richard's library, a massive and expensive interior suggesting prosperity rather than meditation. It is obviously new, and in the whole room there is only one intimate and human note, a quaint little oil painting of a boy with bright eyes--Uncle Richard at the age of eleven._
_Richard walks about, waiting for his uncle, and examines the appointments with more curiosity than reverence. Stopping by the mantle for a moment he notices, with a start of surprise, his own photograph. He turns away with a shrug just as his uncle hurriedly enters._
UNCLE RICHARD
Dick! Richard! At last! How are you? You received my letter?
RICHARD
I am very well, uncle. Yes, I received your letter. It was forwarded from Florence.
UNCLE RICHARD
Good! Sit down, Richard, sit down.
RICHARD
I did not receive it until a few days ago, in New York. I came on as soon as possible. But I had engagements--business engagements--that delayed me.
UNCLE RICHARD
Business? I am very glad, Richard, that you have given up your art. Not that art isn't entirely commendable, but in times like these, you know....
RICHARD
Don't misunderstand me, uncle. My business was connected with art. I haven't given up painting. I never shall.
UNCLE RICHARD
In my letter--
RICHARD
Yes. Cousin Anne wrote me about Aunt Ethel's death, but I did not realize how changed everything here was until I read that letter from you. And now (_glancing about_) it is even clearer. It must