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ACT III, SCENE 14
(The focus on VALENTINE and GENEVIÈVE.)
(Reading.) “And regarding those cases of infidelity
Where the law is uncertain which side to believe…”
(Writing.) “The Church will step in with God’s Sacred Heart
To reconcile husband to wife ‘til death do us part.”
You’re frowning. What’s wrong? Valentine, we agreed—
But…what if one party’s abusive? By word, or by deed?
Should they be reconciled?
I think not.
Love, I fear that love, as you and I were taught:
Let me speak more plainly. Love as: Christ.
Suffering. Silent. Whipped, scorned, and abused.
Love, nailed to the floor, bleeding. Letting Himself be used…
I can’t speak it. The words tumble out still in verse—
Love as Death. Yes. I cannot conceive
How a God who Loves, would call that—Crucifix,
Gory Torture: The Pinnacle of Affection.
It’s sick. It’s sick and missing something, some…
Element of mirth. Which I have found—
Once with Lucrèce and once…
Twice—(He takes her hands.)
But you don’t understand me.
(Touching his cheek.) No, Valentine. I do.
And I’m not afraid to say: How much I love you.
You love me.
Of course. It’s no shame to admit.
And I think if you love you ought to say it.
Do you love me?
You see? Very simple.
I’ll take a step further. I love your dimple.
From the first time that you smiled.
I was sunk.
And have been for a while.
…Why I love you?
Unless you don’t.
No, I do!
I just…never thought I’d say it…out loud to you.
Just a minute, uhm…I love…you’re sure this isn’t naughty?
Of course not.
Well, then I love your br…ains.
Which Evolette said were haughty.
Do you just love my mind?
Because I know that I’m smart.
But I’m also convinced that I do have a heart!
Yes, you do.
So do you. (Touching his chest.) And I cherish it, friend.
It’s what caused you to work for these long months on end
Without rest, recompense, or indeed, guarantee
That the judgeship you long for would come to be.
But—to speak plainly…I love you.
Cherish you. Am grateful to know you and—
There is joy, isn’t there? So much joy, that I think:
If I breathe too quickly. If I don’t move or [blink]…
If I can stay here, right here—
Quiet, where no one can hear me whisper,
Where secrets, too delightful for daylight
Hover, mid-air: tremulous, explosive—
Soap bubbles of joy: if I do not disturb
The fragile web of galaxies that juggle
With stars—Then, maybe…?
(She has been staring intently at her hand on his chest. He has been staring intently at her. Cautiously, she looks up at his eyes. And there’s no denying it now. They don’t move, even as:)
Then, you won’t tell the mistress?
If she doesn’t press.
But it’s been several months, sir, and you said you’d confess.
What’s there to confess? She declined. I proposed.
And no one gets hurt—if nobody knows.
(BEAUDEMONDE and IMPÉTUEUX exeunt. VALENTINE and GENEVIÈVE remain fixated, as the lights dim.)
(Sorry about the airplanes flying over in the audio!)