The Piper eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 75 pages of information about The Piper.

The Piper eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 75 pages of information about The Piper.

Piper [puzzled at their mirth]
  What the green one says.—­
[A burst of laughter from the crowd.  Jan, the little lame boy on the steps, reaches his arms out suddenly and gives a cry of delight.

Jan
Oh, I love the Man!

[He goes, with his crutch, to the piper, who turns and gathers him close.

Jacobus
[to the People]
Leave off this argument.

Kurt
  Go in to Mass.

Jacobus
Saint Willibald!

Piper
[in a rage]
That Saint!—­

Kurt
Hence, wandering dog!

Piper
Oho!—­Well, every Saint may have his day. 
But there are dog-days coming.—­Eh, your worship?
[To Anselm, suddenly]
You, there!  You—­Brother—­Father—­Uncle—­You! 
Speak!  Will you let them in, to say their prayers
And mock me through their fingers?—­Tell these men
To settle it, among their mouldy pockets,
Whether they keep their oath.  Then will I go.

Kurt
[savagely]
Away with you!—­

Anselm
  The Piper should be heard;
Ye know it well.  Render to Caesar, therefore,
That which is Caesar’s.

Piper
  —­Give the Devil his due!

Jacobus
[warily]
We must take counsel over such a sum.

[Beckoning others, he and Kurt go into the Rathaus, followed by all the men.  Exit Anselm with the Holy Book into the Minster.—­The children play Mouse, to and fro, round about the piper.—­The women, some of them, spin on the doorsteps, with little hand distaff’s, or stand about, gossiping.

[The piper wipes his forehead and goes up slowly (centre) to drink from the fountain at the foot of the Shrine.—­Michael, like one in a dream, comes down towards Barbara, who gazes back at him, fascinated, through her laughter.

Barbara
Is it for pay you loiter, Master Player? 
Were you not paid enough?

Michael
  No.—­One more look.

Barbara
Here, then.—­Still not enough?

MICHAEL

No!  One more smile.

Barbara
[agitated ]
Why would you have me smile?

Michael [passionately] Oh, when you smiled, It was—­it was like sunlight coming through Some window there, [Pointing to the Minster] —­some vision of Our Lady. [She drops her flowers.—­He picks them up and gives them back slowly.

Barbara
Who are you?  You are some one in disguise.

Michael
[bitterly]
A man—­that passes for a mountebank.

Barbara
[eagerly]
I knew!

Michael
  What then?

Barbara
Thou art of noble birth. 
’T is some disguise, this playing with the fire!

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