Goltzius and the Pelican Company Page #8
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to save you from yourself.
When, in fact, it was the Devil
impersonating an angel
to be certain you abased yourself
beyond all your current hopes.
There was no reprieve
for the Christ you wanted to be.
Nobody came to save Christ.
Nobody!
Nobody at all.
So why should anyone
come to save you?
No reprieve.
But we can drown you.
Now you will not burn at the stake
for permitting sodomy.
You will drown instead.
- Can you swim?
- I-I can't. I can't.
- Master Cleaver...
- I can't swim.
- You can't swim?
- I don't know.
No, then you will surely drown.
F*ggot!
Miserable imitation Christ!
prostitution.
Love exchanged for money.
Accompanied here by treachery.
It is a little theatrical
presentation that demonstrates...
Delilah.
Delilah is the established
byword for treachery.
"The treacherous woman."
She sells Samson
for a prophetic thirty pieces of silver.
What else do you have
that may be described
as pertinent to Samson, Rabbi Moab?
- I cannot consort with you.
- I think you can, Rabbi Moab.
Isn't that
what you have been wanting to do
these past four evenings?
And because you are Susannah
I will not give in to the demands
of other men's lechery.
I am not in danger of committing
sins of the flesh with you,
with my body, but only with my mind.
Although God can see my mind
and will excoriate me mercilessly,
no one else will know.
My fight will be with God alone,
and He knows that,
and I know that.
But it will exist only between us.
No one else will know.
What is all this whispering?
Is this your text, Rabbi,
or the heretic's?
I think the Rabbi is searching, my lord,
to find words to condone
his lechery for me.
Let him.
And I feel that he will rise
to the occasion
and we shall all be entertained.
Let us begin as accustomed lovers do.
Come here. Let me kiss you.
Ooh, you stink!
Susannah,
it is the dead Calvinist who stinks!
You are in need of a wash.
- Now, take off your armour.
- I protest.
Save your voice, lover,
and let me do the talking.
God will understand
that you are being forced.
God will not accept actions
made under torture.
Am I tortured?
I am tortured.
What of this body?
What is it that permits you
your great strength?
- I believe in God.
- So do I.
But I am a weak woman.
Does he make me strong
because I believe in him?
I see! God believes in me!
There now.
Are you and your God satisfied?
You are still Susannah and not Delilah.
And those two women
Now tell me, Samson,
what is the reason for your strength?
- I have lost it with you.
- That is not the answer I want.
Tell me!
Tell me the source of your strength.
In the story of Samson,
it was said that Samson's hair
gave him his strength.
Shave it and he would become weak.
I don't believe in such tales.
They are symbolic.
Metaphors.
His strength, like mine,
relies in a belief in God.
I have been celibate all of my life.
I feel already without strength.
I feel weak and vulnerable.
- Quickly! He is yours!
- No!
- Do not blind me!
- Don't touch his eyes!
- Don't blind him!
- Do not blind me!
All men are brought low by lechery.
NOW!
Your critics
have been silenced, Margrave.
Look at them!
One gagged, one dead, one blinded.
Bravo!
What of your reputation now
for liberality of speech?
In the face of heresy and treason,
I have no choice.
Of course you have choice!
You are not threatened.
Why turn these harmless dramas
into vicious games of politics?
The games of the flesh
are small, superficial.
We are like children
playing games with our anatomy.
You make these games significant
in ways that suggest you fear them.
And do you not think
that the stories of the Bible
are surely written by men?
And is not their purpose to guide
and advise by metaphor
and not by literal truth?
Sorry-
The story of Samson is to show
how all men can be deceived by women.
I am one of these perfidious
women who so deceive.
And I have a choice to make.
We are going to make a move
to the New Testament.
We are going to play the drama
of John the Baptist and Salome!
- No, we are not Adaela.
- Goltzius, I decide.
No. We are illustrating
the Old Testament in print and drama.
We are not breaking the conditions
of our commission!
Oh, Goltzius, this time I decide.
We are performing Jewish tales
and not Christian tales.
Come, come, Goltzius!
They're all Jews!
And, therefore, all Jewish tales.
I'm going to dance for you in recompense
for the insult you believe
you have received.
I will play Salome.
You will play Herod.
You will dance for me?
- How will you dance for me?
- Oh, you know the story.
I will dance for you
as Salome danced for Herod.
Seductive.
Voluptuous, immoral.
How can I refuse?
I accept, I will play Herod.
Ecclesiastical friends
and companions of religious toleration
in this liberated country of Alsace,
tonight we present to you
the last of our biblical dramas,
all of them tales of morality
that troubled our Jewish
and Christian forebears,
and laid down examples
for our moral education.
By special request,
tonight, we present a tale
from the enlightened New Testament
worthy of the Old Testament to teach us.
The story, no less,
of Johannes the Baptist
and Princess Salome,
the beautiful daughter-in-law
of Herodus the Great,
King of the Jews by Roman decree.
May I present to you
none less than the Margrave of Alsace,
who has graciously agreed
to play the great King Herodus.
And this on the day
when the Margrave's
esteemed uncle, Ricardo,
has been appointed
an honour that I am certain,
will be well received
and appreciated by us all.
Go away!
So...
necrophilia.
Am I to see Salome's love of the dead?
More! Dance for me again.
It was too quick.
Dance the same dance again.
I promised to dance for you, and I did.
- Enough.
- I will pay you.
I will pay The Pelican Company well.
I will grant The Pelican Company
all they want.
Goltzius shall have his printing press.
I will commission
a thousand books.
It was me who danced for you,
not The Pelican Company.
For you, then.
For you.
What do you want me to give you?
Ask me a price.
- Anything?
- Ha ha! Anything!
Lust makes you untrustworthy,
as lust makes all men untrustworthy.
Ask me!
- Ask me for anything.
- Very well.
I will dance for you again,
if you release my lover, Boethius.
No. Never.
- He's a heretic.
- Then, no.
I'm leaving.
The price of my dancing is his freedom.
- No, stop.
- No.
I... I'll give you jewels.
Money. Gold.
There is only one thing I want.
I will give you...
...the county of Haguenau Forest.
Four cities, three castles,
30,000 citizens, and...
and... taxes for a year
on the salt from the salt mines.
I will give you half my kingdom.
I want my lover, Boethius.
Nothing else.
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