Look at Any Man / from a Dark Land
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Harding Lemay
HARDING LEMAY was born, the fifth of thirteen children, in Northern New York State. He ran away from home at seventeen to New York City where he has lived ever since. He was a delivery boy and elevator operator before serving in the U. S. Army during World War II, then an actor, librarian and book publishing executive before devoting himself full time to writing. He has written over twelve full length plays and two memoirs, Inside, Looking Out, (Harpers Magazine Press, nominated for the National Book Award) and Eight Years in Another World (Atheneum). He was the headwriter of NBC's daytime serial, Another World, for eight years and has been a scriptwriter and story consultant on other serials, including As the World Turns, The Doctors, Ryan's Hope, The Guiding Light and One Life to Live. In New York City, he has taught literature, drama and serial writing at New York University, Hunter College and the New School for Social Research. Other plays by Harding Lemay: Look at Any Man From a Dark Land Little Birds Fly Return Upriver Death of Eagles The Joslyn Circle The Off Season Escape Route Interior Landscape Scrutiny
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Look at Any Man / from a Dark Land - Harding Lemay
FROM A DARK LAND
AND
LOOK AT ANY MAN
two plays
by
Harding Lemay
Copyright © 1988 by Harding Lemay.
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Contents
FROM A DARK LAND
ACT ONE
ACT TWO
ACT THREE
LOOK AT ANY MAN
ACT ONE
ACT TWO
ACT THREE
HARDING LEMAY was born, the fifth of thirteen children, in Northern New York State. He ran away from home at seventeen to New York City where he has lived ever since. After serving in the U. S. Army during World War II, he was an actor, then a librarian and a book publishing executive before devoting himself full time to writing. He has written over twelve full length plays and two memoirs, INSIDE, LOOKING OUT (Harpers Magazine Press) and EIGHT YEARS IN ANOTHER WORLD (Atheneum). He was the headwriter of NBC’s daytime serial, ANOTHER WORLD, for eight years and has been a scriptwriter and story consultant on other serials, including AS THE WORLD TURNS, THE DOCTORS, RYAN’S HOPE, THE GUIDING LIGHT and ONE LIFE TO LIVE.
Other plays by the author:
LITTLE BIRDS FLY
RETURN UPRIVER
DEATH OF EAGLES
THE JOSLYN CIRCLE
THE OFF SEASON
ESCAPE ROUTE
SCRUTINY
INTERIOR LANDSCAPE
FROM A DARK LAND
a play in three acts
FROM A DARK LAND was first performed at The New Dramatists, New York City, April 23, 1967 with the following cast:
Directed by the author
Assisted by Margaret Barker
CAST OF CHARACTERS
In order of their speaking
Countess Madeleine de Polnay
Lise Schiller
Princess Olga Vajos
Prince Imre Vajos
Countess Friedrike von Martels
Sergeant Angus Wyatt
Corporal David Barth
Captain Richard Hartwell
German and American soldiers
All the action of the play takes place on a level area of landscaped ground on the estate of Countess Friedrike von Martels in Southeastern Germany. In the background, past forest lands, are the Bavarian Alps.
Up Stage Right is a detached automobile trailer, with portable steps leading up to its curtained doorway.
Down Stage Right are several folding garden chairs and a footstool grouped around a small table.
Across the stage, from Down Stage Right, and swinging up through Up Stage Left, is a gravel path leading from the village to the von Martels chateau.
The period of the play is from late April, 1945 until mid-summer of the same year.
ACT ONE
ACT ONE
Scene One
A sunny morning, late April, l945
As the curtain rises, voices are heard from the direction of the chateau, speaking English and German, barking military drill commands, interspersed with laughter, shouts, and bits of songs.
LISE SCHILLER, a slightly languid woman of about forty, is seated on one of the garden chairs, applying fingernail polish to her fingers as she listens indifferently to a popular German song on a portable phonograph placed on the table. Extension cords lead from the phonograph into the trailer. LISE is dressed in a flowered wrapper and wears no stockings, but her shoes are stylish, expensive pumps. As she listens to the record, she sings, from time to time, along with it. When the song ends, she turns the record over and, listening half-heartedly, begins to comb her hair.
COUNTESS MADELEINE DE POLNAY enters from the trailer, carrying a tray with a pot of coffee, a cup and saucer, a spoon, and a small jug of milk. She places the tray beside the phonograph. The Countess is a small, frail woman in her late sixties, dressed in black.
Madeleine
Drink your coffee, Fraulein Lise. (LISE does not respond) Come, Fraulein Lise, to begin the day with something hot in your stomach is good. (LISE shrugs) Ja, Ja, listen to the songs you sang and drink hot coffee.
Lise
You drink it, Countess.
Madeleine
I have no time. And much to do. (She looks around hurriedly) Where is Friedrike?
Lise
She was dressed and away before I was awake. She did not sleep well.
Madeleine
Nor did I. (pause) Shall I bring you also something to eat? Bread and jam? Sugar rolls? (LISE shakes her head and then, still listening to the record, sings the song under her breath) That is good, Fraulein Lise. Sing your songs. Be happy.
Lise
I do not sing from happiness. I sing from habit. That is all.
PRINCESS OLGA VAJOS enters from the trailer
A camera hangs by a strap around her neck, and she carries field-glasses in her hands.
A dark-haired, haunted-looking woman in her early thirties, she speaks intensely with little inflection, as if her words have no connection with her thoughts.
Olga
The morning is so bright, Mama. Such a fine day to take photographs.
Madeleine
It is Spring, Olga. The winter is over. (She turns away)
I must get water.
Olga
Imre will get it, Mama. (She calls into the trailer) Imre! We must have water. Imre! (She goes to the door of the trailer) Imre! Come out and help Mama. We must have water. And also wood for burning.
PRINCE IMRE VAJOS comes out of the trailer.
He is in his forties, timid and unprepossessing.
He carries an open book in his hands.
Imre, Imre, leave your book. There is much to be done. Mama can not do it all. Go and get water from the chateau.
Imre
I will not go to the chateau.
Madeleine
It is all right. I will go.
Olga
No, Mama. He must go. (to IMRE) Get a pail and go fetch us the water, Imre.
Imre
I do not wish to. (He seats himself at the table and begins to read his book)
Olga
(Snatching the book from him) Do as I tell you.
Imre
No. No, no, no!
Olga
We are not your servants. I am your wife. She is your belle-mere.
Imre
And I? What am I? Now?
Olga
You are a man in a country of frightened women. (He turns away) We look to you for our protection.
Imre
You go for the water yourself. You are young, and fearless, and a woman. The Americans will let you pass to get water.
There is a sudden burst of gun-fire from the direction of the chateau. American voices are heard shouting as OLGA flings herself to the ground and covers her ears with her hands. IMRE scurries into the trailer and MADELEINE follows him wearily. The gun-fire and shouting continue as OLGA crawls off behind the trailer.
LISE leans forward, listening intently to her phonograph record. Closing her eyes, she hums softly, mechanically to herself, and rubs her arms automatically, as if she were cold. The noise off-stage subsides to the sounds of vehicles and soldiers laughing and shouting, punctuated by that of distant artillery.
COUNTESS FRIEDRIKE VON MARTELS enters. She is a handsome, vigorous woman in her late fifties, erect, self-contained, disciplined in mind and body. She stops by LISE’s chair.
Countess
Liebschen? (There is no answer. The countess shrugs and sits opposite lise) For the first time in forty years, I walked through the village and not a soul came out to greet me. Not a soul bowed to me. Not a child rushed to me with flowers. I saw neither man nor woman nor child.
Lise
They are hiding from the Americans.
Countess
I entered the houses. They are empty.
Lise
Friedl, you might have been shot!
Countess
They have been removed. The Burgomeister, the Gauleiter, the
Commandant. All of them, and their wives and children. Vanished.
Lise
The Americans marched them past us this morning. Didn’t you hear them?
Countess
I was sleeping.
Lise
Oh, Friedl, the world goes up in flames and you say you sleep.
Countess
To where were they marched, our villagers?
Lise
Olga says they were taken to the camp.
Countess
Whatever for?
Lise
To bury the dead, so says Olga. Yesterday, the Captain ordered that we Germans will have the honor of burying the dead.
Countess
The American idea of justice.
Lise
And all night long, they were shooting their pistols, Friedl—
Countess
I heard nothing.
Lise
Out in the open, under the stars, the Americans were shooting
German soldiers. They lined them up in the forest, in your forest, Friedl, and shot them.
Countess
It is the price of defeat.
Lise
And I have been sitting here, listening to American pistols, and American laughter, and American curses—
Countess
And while you were listening, Lise, I was peering through windows. There are strangers sleeping in my bed. And in yours, too, Lise. Strangers in my kitchen, in my garden, and on my terraces. And in my bed.
Lise
What strangers? The Americans?
Countess
Dirty faces on my pillows, muddy feet on my sheets… old men, women, children.
Lise
Ah, yes, they told us yesterday the chateau will be a shelter for the refugees. That is why they drove us out… to this…
Countess
Refugees sleeping on hospital cots in my ball room.
Lise
We are all refugees now, Friedl. We are all in hiding. Every one of us.
Countess
Listen to me, Lise. For a moment only, listen.
Lise
I always listen to you, Friedl.
Countess
The war is over. Only a few more days and it is over. That charlatan in Berlin will surrender. Then we start again, you and I. After all these years. We go to Munich once more, to Vienna, to Berlin—
Lise
Ah, Friedl, shall we stroll arm-in-arm past the gaping holes in the sidewalks into the collapsed, exploded buildings.
Countess
The Americans will depart. Eventually. And you and I will start our life together again. If not in Vienna, if not in Berlin, here, on my land. Here there are no craters, no collapsed buildings. With my hand in yours, we start again and eradicate the past eight years.
Lise
No, Friedl. We can not erase the past. Our ghosts will never depart. Yours and mine. Hugo dead in Egypt.
Countess
Hugo! He would have been thirty one years this Spring.
Lise
And Anna, safe in her distant royal court. And Adelaide—dear little plump, little Adelaide. An English lady now.
Countess
All gone. Hugo, Anna, Adelaide. My children. Nothing remains.
Lise
The ghosts remain, Friedl. They will never leave us. Mine and yours. My songs and fading memories of Paris, London, New York, Vienna, Buenos Aires—the geography of my lost successes. Supper clubs, and recording sessions, opening nights and film sets. And champagne in the evenings, sleepy, young men opening their naked arms to me in the mornings—
Countess
Stop that! At once! (pause) You enjoy torturing me. Always.
Lise
It is not you I enjoy torturing, Friedl, not at all. Never.
Countess
We will forget all that. We are safe. We have come through and we are safe. Here on my land.
Lise
With refugees in your bedroom, and American soldiers in mine? (She rises) No, we are not safe. We merely dream that we are safe. We dream and time takes no notice of the wrinkles on our throats and the gray in our hair. How long is it now, Friedl? Since 1938, was it, when they judged me impure and sent me…
Countess
Don’t ever say that out loud, please!
Lise
And you took me in. And I have been safe. Safe as the dead are safe.
Countess
But you are not dead. You have survived. We can start again.
Lise
No. Let the others start again. I am content to remain as I am.
Countess
If you are content, my dear, I am content. You know that.
There are sounds of pistol shots and shouts from the direction of the chateau. COUNTESS rises and then sits down again. LISE sinks into her chair and switches on the phonograph.
Lise,