Kean Page #8

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for you to arrest me in person!

Dear Kean, if I send you to prison,

everyone'll be sorry for you,adore you

and hate me.

So I let you go free.

That way they'll adore me

and hate you.

I refuse the grace.

- What? You're so set on prison?

Highness, Mr. Kean can give up

his wish for jail.

The constable's waiting outside.

For 4000 miserable pounds!

But I offered you yesterday

For a pact that didn't suit me.

Nor does it suit me today.

You're really in love?

- Let's not speak of this, I beg you.

There's... there's someone

waiting for you in my dressingroom.

Me?

- Yes. Strange, isn't it?

She came to me to ask

my complicity for an encounter with you.

Elena!

- Yes, her.

But, you give her up like this

after all you've done?

I've no other choice, alas.

Go in, Highness.

Poor Kean!

Elena, I'd never have hoped

to find you here.

O, Highness!

Here's the gift

you asked me for.

Elena! My divine!

How much do you want them to give m?

Just the time to rest.

What do I do outside?

- Lift your feet:

I want to be arrested alone.

Ah, one thing:
if you see

Anna Damby, tell me... - What?

No, don't tell her anything

A real plebiscite of sympathy!

Look!

I'm ready, sir.

- We too are ready

to remove the disturbance.

- How?

The case is closed!

Someone has paid your debts!

Someone? Who?

Who else should pay an actor's

debts if not his audience?

Mr. Mortimer! We open the doors!

Master!

Art triumphs over matter.

Will you act again for us?

Will give us again

those unforgettable evenings?

Thanks!

What's going on?

- The public adores you!

I've taken in 4000 pounds

in half an hour!

Look here! Look here!

Bob! You're here too!

- Bob launched the subscription,

All the boxoffice of last night...

You'll have 1000 nights more!

- Let's hope!

I've only one real friend!

- Thanks!

Peter Patt! You're here too!

Okay, I'll come! Thanks, friends!

Till tomorrow. Thank you!

Ehi! What are you doing here?

Let me go!

Alone!

- Let me go!

Till tomorrow!

Thanks! Till tomorrow! Anna!

Thanks...

Look, stupid! I've never accepted

money from a woman, understand?

How could you do it?

- My father's very rich.

Beh, this is the height!

The king of actors

accepts the charity

of the little queen of cheese!

- O, charity...

One thing:
what do you do on stage,

when a word of the text seems wrong?

What's that have to do with anything?

- You replace it with another, no?

Yes, sure. And with what?

So replace

"charity" with... - With?

Dowry.

Dowry?

Dowry! It has a nice sound, no?

Ah, bravo! I knew it!

I was right not to trust you...

You're going into prison, eh?

- Effectively, Highness.

I'm getting married.

Almost the same thing.

You'll present the young lady to me?

- Ah, no, Highness!

This one I'm marrying.

- What're you saying?

I'm becoming bourgeois.

- No!

Yes, I'm persuading myself that

alas the age of toys is over.

And above all that you're a rival

too dangerous for me.

Speaking of which,

Elena's still in the dressingroom?

Yes, but her I'm sending back

to Denmark.

If you don't love her anymore, what joy

and I feel stealing her from you?

Yes, but she's so beautiful, though!

- Yes, this is true.

Also yours isn't bad.

- I can't complain.

Know whom she reminds me of? - Whom?

- The little Jenny.

Maybe something in her look.

- Not just in her look.

Know whom Elena reminds me of, though?

- No. Whom?

The Duchess of Nonancourt.

- The Duchess of Nonancourt!

She's more voluptuous, but...

- Much more voluptuous!

So good luck, Highness!

- Also to you, ham!

Throw away this stuff!

I already told you, I don't act again!

Ask your father to take me in.

What's he do? Cheese?

Yes, I've always dreamed

of making cheese.

Mrs. Kean,

I want to make cheese.

Mr. Kean,

I want to be an actress.

Let's not start over!

- Mr. Kean, I want to be an actress!

What are you doing?

Eh?

The legs, no?

- But you're supposed to refuse!

Why, if I want to be an actress?

Not in your character.

You have to say, "What horror!"

What horror! - Better!

- What horror! - Better,

With voice more pitched! - What horror!

- With a more offended air...

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