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The Dance of Death
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August Strindberg, Stephen Mulrine
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August Strindberg, Stephen Mulrine
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Drama Classics: The World's Great Plays at a Great Little Price
Strindberg's chilling anatomy of a marriage - in which the two partners duel with each other until one is utterly defeated.
Edgar and Alice, embittered husband and wife, live on an army base on a Swedish island. Alice calls it 'Little Hell', and it's about to get worse.
Written in 1900 and consisting of two full-length plays, August Strindberg's The Dance of Death is full of destruction and bitterness, laced with grim humour. Both parts are included in this volume ā though usually only the first is staged.
This version of The Dance of the Death in Nick Hern Books' Drama Classics series is translated and introduced by Stephen Mulrine.
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THE DANCE OF DEATH
Part I
Characters
EDGAR, Captain in the artillery garrison
ALICE, his wife, formerly an actress
KURT, Quarantine Master
JENNY, a maid
OLD WOMAN
SENTRY (non-speaking)
Setting
The interior of a round fortress-tower built of granite. Upstage, a large double doorway with glass doors, through which can be seen a seashore, with gun emplacements, and the sea.
On either side of the doorway is a window, with flower-boxes and bird-cages.
To the right of the doorway, an upright piano; downstage from this, a sewing-table and two armchairs.
To the left, centre stage, a writing-desk with a telegraph machine; further downstage, a whatnot with a display of framed photographs; beside it, a chaise-longue, and against the wall, a sideboard.
A ceiling lamp. On the wall by the piano hang two large laurel wreaths with ribbons attached, on either side of a portrait of a woman in theatrical costume.
By the doorway, a coat-stand hung with military accoutrements, sabres and the like. Next to it, a secretaire.
To the left of the doorway hangs a mercury barometer.
ACT ONE
Scene One
It is a mild autumn evening. The fortress doors stand open, and an artilleryman can be seen on sentry duty down by the shore battery. He is wearing a crested helmet, and now and again his sabre glints in the red glow of the setting sun. The sea is dark and calm.
The CAPTAIN is sitting in an armchair to the left of the sewing-table, toying with a spent cigar. He is wearing a rather shabby undress uniform, with riding-boots and spurs. He looks tired and bored.
ALICE is sitting in an armchair to the right, doing nothing. She also looks tired, but seems expectant.
CAPTAIN. Play something for me, wonāt you?
ALICE (apathetically, but not harshly). What shall I play?
CAPTAIN. Whatever you want.
ALICE. You donāt like my choice of music.
CAPTAIN. And you donāt like mine.
ALICE. (evasively). Dāyou want the doors left open?
CAPTAIN. If thatās what you want. Iām quite warm.
ALICE. Weāll leave them, then. (A pause.) Why arenāt you smoking?
CAPTAIN. I donāt like strong tobacco these days. It doesnāt agree with me.
ALICE (almost kindly). You should smoke something milder. Itās your only pleasure, as you say.
CAPTAIN. Pleasure! Whatās that?
ALICE. Donāt ask me. I know as little about it as you. Donāt you want your whisky now?
CAPTAIN. Iāll wait a while. Whatāve you got for dinner?
ALICE. How should I know? Ask Kristin.
CAPTAIN. Isnāt it about time for mackerel? It is autumn, after all.
ALICE. Yes, itās autumn.
CAPTAIN. Outdoors and in. Even so, leaving aside the chill that comes with autumn, outdoors and in, a grilled mackerel with a slice of lemon, and a glass of white burgundy, isnāt entirely to be despised.
ALICE. Youāre getting quite eloquent.
CAPTAIN. Have we any burgundy left in the wine-cellar?
ALICE. As far as I know, we havenāt had a wine-cellar these past five years.
CAPTAIN. You never know anything. Anyway, weād better stock up for our silver wedding.
ALICE. You honestly want to celebrate that?
CAPTAIN. Well, naturally.
ALICE. Itād be more natural if we kept our misery private ā our twenty-five years of misery.
CAPTAIN. Yes, my dear Alice, itās been miserable, but itās been fun too, now and again. And weād better make use of the little time we have, because afterwards itās all over.
ALICE. All over? If only it were.
CAPTAIN. It is all over! Barely enough left to take out in a wheelbarrow and spread on the garden.
ALICE. All that trouble, for a bit of garden.
CAPTAIN. Well, thatās how things are. Itās none of my doing.
ALICE. All that trouble! (A pause.) Did the post come?
CAPTAIN. Yes.
ALICE. And has the butcher sent his bill?
CAPTAIN. Yes.
ALICE. How much is it?
CAPTAIN (takes a piece of paper from his pocket and puts on his spectacles, then immediately removes them again). You read it. I canāt see any longer.
ALICE. Whatās the matter with your eyes?
CAPTAIN. Donāt know.
ALICE. Old age.
CAPTAIN. Rubbish! Me?
ALICE. Well, not me.
CAPTAIN. Hm!
ALICE (looks at the bill). Can you pay this?
CAPTAIN. Yes ā but not right now.
ALICE. Oh yes ā later. In a yearās time, when youāre retired on a small pension and itās too late. And then youāll be ill again . . .
CAPTAIN. Ill? Iāve never been ill. A little out of sorts once, thatās all. Iāll live for another twenty years.
ALICE. Thatās not what the doctor said.
CAPTAIN. The doctor!
ALICE. Yes, well, who knows illness better than a doctor?
CAPTAIN. Iām not ill, and never have been. And I wonāt be ill either, Iāll just drop dead some day, like an old soldier.
ALICE. Talking of the doctor, you know heās having a party this evening?
CAPTAIN (irritated). Yes, so what? Weāre not invited because we donāt mix with these people, and we donāt mix with them because we donāt want to ā because I despise the pair of them. Theyāre scum!
ALICE. You say that about everybody.
CAPTAIN. Because everybody is scum.
ALICE. Except you, of course.
CAPTAIN. Yes, because Iāve behaved decently no matter what life has thrown at me. Thatās why Iām not scum.
ALICE (after a pause). Dāyou want a game of cards?
CAPTAIN. All right.
ALICE (takes a pack from the sewing-table drawer and begins to shuffle them). You know heās allowed to have the regimental band? For a private party?
CAPTAIN (angrily). Thatās because he sucks up to the Colonel in town! Heās a crawler, thatās all. Now, if Iād known how to do that!
ALICE (deals). I used to be quite friendly with Gerda, but she turned out to be two-faced.
CAPTAIN. Theyāre all two-faced, the whole lot of them. What did you make trumps?
ALICE. Put your glasses on!
CAPTAIN. Theyāre not much use. Well, come on . . .
ALICE. Spades are trumps.
CAPTAIN (disappointed). Spades, you say?
ALICE (plays a card). Anyway, be that as it may ā weāre out of favour with the new officersā wives as well.
CAPTAIN (plays and takes the trick). Who cares? We donāt give parties, so nobodyās any the wiser. I can get by on my own ā same as I always have done.
ALICE. And me. But what about the children? Theyāre growing up without any friends.
CAPTAIN. They can find their own friends in town. Now, Iāll take that! Have you any trumps left?
ALICE. Yes, Iāve got one. That was mine!
CAPTAIN. Six and eight, thatās fifteen . . .
ALICE. Fourteen, fourteen!
CAPTAIN. Six and eight, thatās fourteen to me . . . I think Iām even forgetting how to count. And two, that makes sixteen . . . (Yawns.) Itās your deal . . .
ALICE. Youāre tired.
CAPTAIN (deals). Not at all.
ALICE (listening). You can hear the music even out here. (A pause.) Dāyou think Kurtās been invited?
CAPTAIN. Well, he arrived this morning, so heāll have had no time to unpack his dress suit, though he hasnāt managed to call on us.
ALICE. Quarantine Master . . . is there going to be a quarantine station here?
CAPTAIN. Yes.
ALICE. I mean, he is my cousin, and we once shared the same name.
CAPTAIN. Thatās no great honour . . .
ALICE. Now, you listen . . . (Sharply.) You leave my family out of it, and Iāll leave yours!
CAPTAIN. All right, all right! Donāt letās start that again!
ALICE. So, is a quarantine officer a doctor?
CAPTAIN. No. Some sort of civil servant, or book-keeper. Kurtās never amounted to much.
ALICE. Heās not had it easy . . .
CAPTAIN. No, and heās cost me plenty. And walking out on his wife and child like that, it was disgraceful!
ALICE. Oh, donāt be so hard on him, Edgar!
CAPTAIN. Well, it was. And whatās he been up to in America since, eh? No, I canāt say Iām exactly overjoyed about seeing him. Still, he was a pleasant enough lad, and I used to like arguing with him.
ALICE. Because he always gave in.
CAPTAIN (haughtily). Gave in or not, at least it was somebody to talk to. I mean, here on this island, there isnāt a single person wh...
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Strindberg, A. (2019). The Dance of Death ([edition unavailable]). Nick Hern Books. Retrieved from https://www.perlego.com/book/1421134/the-dance-of-death-full-text-and-introduction-pdf (Original work published 2019)
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Strindberg, August. (2019) 2019. The Dance of Death. [Edition unavailable]. Nick Hern Books. https://www.perlego.com/book/1421134/the-dance-of-death-full-text-and-introduction-pdf.
Harvard Citation
Strindberg, A. (2019) The Dance of Death. [edition unavailable]. Nick Hern Books. Available at: https://www.perlego.com/book/1421134/the-dance-of-death-full-text-and-introduction-pdf (Accessed: 14 October 2022).
MLA 7 Citation
Strindberg, August. The Dance of Death. [edition unavailable]. Nick Hern Books, 2019. Web. 14 Oct. 2022.