{"id":3499,"date":"2025-02-28T20:10:26","date_gmt":"2025-02-28T20:10:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/?page_id=3499"},"modified":"2025-11-12T10:29:01","modified_gmt":"2025-11-12T10:29:01","slug":"britten-the-turn-of-the-screw-translation","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/it\/britten-the-turn-of-the-screw-translation\/","title":{"rendered":"Il Giro di Vite"},"content":{"rendered":"<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/translation\/\">Traduzione<\/a><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading has-text-align-left has-small-font-size\">Agosto 2019<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:60%\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Traduzione italiana<\/strong> del libretto di Myfanwy Piper composto per l'opera lirica di <strong>Benjamin Britten<\/strong>\"Nixon in China\"<strong>Il Giro di Vite<\/strong>basato sulla novella di <strong>Henry James<\/strong>.<br>The translation is presented as a mock edition of the libretto, and is accompanied by <strong>19 illustrations<\/strong> including the cover and back cover design (pencil and digital).<\/p>\n\n\n<style>.kb-table-of-content-nav.kb-table-of-content-id3499_831d79-3d .kb-table-of-content-wrap{padding-top:var(--global-kb-spacing-sm, 1.5rem);padding-right:var(--global-kb-spacing-sm, 1.5rem);padding-bottom:var(--global-kb-spacing-sm, 1.5rem);padding-left:var(--global-kb-spacing-sm, 1.5rem);}.kb-table-of-content-nav.kb-table-of-content-id3499_831d79-3d .kb-table-of-contents-title-wrap{padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;}.kb-table-of-content-nav.kb-table-of-content-id3499_831d79-3d .kb-table-of-contents-title{font-weight:regular;font-style:normal;}.kb-table-of-content-nav.kb-table-of-content-id3499_831d79-3d .kb-table-of-content-wrap .kb-table-of-content-list{font-weight:regular;font-style:normal;margin-top:var(--global-kb-spacing-sm, 1.5rem);margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;}<\/style><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:35px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"776\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1968\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/prologue-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 776px) 100vw, 776px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Prologue<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Prologue is discovered in front of a drop curtain.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It is a curious story. I have it written in faded ink &#8211; a woman\u2019s hand, governess to two children &#8211; long ago. Untried, innocent, she had gone first to see their guardian in London; a young man, bold, offhand and gay, the children\u2019s only relative. <br><br>The children were in the country with an old housekeeper. There had been a governess, but she had gone.<br>The boy, of course, was at school, but there was the girl, and the holidays, now begun. <br>This then would be her task. But there was one condition: he was so much engaged; affairs, travel, friends, visits, always<br>something, no time at all for the poor little things. She was to do everything, be responsible for everything, not to worry him at all, no, not to write, but to be silent, and do her best. <br><br>She was full of doubts. But she was carried away: that he, so gallant and handsome, so deep in the busy world, should need<br>her help. <br>At last \u201cI will\u201d, she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The drop curtain rises)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Prologo<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Il Prologo appare davanti al sipario).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00c8 una storia assai strana. Si trova tra queste pagine sbiadite, scritta tempo fa da una donna, dall\u2019istitutrice di due bambini. Inesperta, innocente, era prima stata chiamata a parlare con il loro tutore a Londra; un giovane signore, sicuro, disinvolto e allegro, l\u2019unica famiglia rimasta ai bambini.<br>I bambini stavano in campagna con una vecchia governante. C\u2019era stata un\u2019altra istitutrice, ma se n&#8217;era andata. Il ragazzo ovviamente era a scuola, ma a casa c\u2019era la piccola, e le vacanze sarebbero iniziate a poco.<br>Questo sarebbe stato il suo compito. C\u2019era tuttavia una condizione; il tutore era talmente preso da impegni, viaggi, amici, visite, sempre qualche faccenda, e non aveva tempo da dedicare ai piccoli cari. Stava a lei occuparsi di ogni cosa, essere responsabile di qualsiasi cosa. Non doveva disturbarlo, non scrivergli mai, ma stare in silenzio e fare del suo meglio.<br>Lei era piena di dubbi. Ma si emozion\u00f2 al pensiero che lui, cos\u00ec cortese, affascinante, cos\u00ec impegnato nei ritmi del mondo, avesse bisogno del suo aiuto.<br>Cos\u00ec, infine, accett\u00f2.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Il sipario viene alzato)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1984\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-I-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Act I<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">I: The Journey<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The interior of a coach. The Governess is in travelling dress.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Nearly there. <br>Very soon I shall know, I shall know what\u2019s in store for me. <br>Who will greet me? The children\u2026 the children. Will they be clever? Will they like me? <br>Poor babies, no father, no mother. But I shall love them as I love my own, all my dear ones left at home, so far away &#8211; and so different. <br>If things go wrong, what shall I do? Who can I ask, with none of my kind to talk to? Only the old housekeeper, how will she welcome me? I must not write to their guardian, that is the hardest part of all. Whatever happens, it is I, I must decide.<br>A strange world for a stranger\u2019s sake. O why did I come?<br>No! I\u2019ve said I will do it, and for him I will. There\u2019s nothing to fear. What could go wrong? <br>Be brave, be brave. We\u2019re nearly there. <br>Very soon I shall know. Very soon I shall know<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Atto I<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">I: Il Viaggio<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019interno di una carrozza. L\u2019istitutrice \u00e8 vestita da viaggio.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Sono quasi arrivata.<br>Presto lo sapr\u00f2, sapr\u00f2 quel che mi attende.<br>Chi sar\u00e0 ad accogliermi? I bambini&#8230;. i bambini. Saranno intelligenti? Gli piacer\u00f2?<br>Poveri piccoli, senza padre n\u00e9 madre. Ma vorr\u00f2 loro bene come voglio bene ai miei cari, i miei cari lasciati a casa. Cos\u00ec lontani, e cos\u00ec diversi.<br>Qualora avessi imprevisti, come far\u00f2? A chi chiedere aiuto, con chi confidarmi? La vecchia domestica, forse. Come mi accoglier\u00e0, lei? Non devo scrivere al loro tutore, \u00e8 questa la cosa pi\u00f9 difficile. Accada quel che accada, sar\u00e0 responsabilit\u00e0 mia, solo mia.<br>Un mondo sconosciuto, su incarico di uno sconosciuto. Ah, perch\u00e9 mai sono venuta?<br>No! Ho dato la mia parola, e per lui lo far\u00f2. Non c\u2019\u00e8 nulla da temere. Cosa pu\u00f2 mai andare storto?<br>Fatti coraggio. Siamo quasi arrivati.<br>Presto lo sapr\u00f2. Presto lo sapr\u00f2.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1983\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-II-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">II: The Welcome<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The porch at Bly. Mrs. Grose, with the children dancing about.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>Mrs. Grose! Will she be nice? Mrs. Grose! Will she be cross? Why doesn\u2019t she hurry? Why isn\u2019t she here?<br>Will she like us? Shall we like her?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Quiet, children! Lord! How you do tease! Will she be this, will she be that, a dozen times I do declare.<br>You\u2019ll see soon enough. Now quietly, do!<br>(She gives Flora a little good-natured tidying shake, pats Mile\u2019s hair into place, smooths down her own apron.)<br>Miss Flora, your pinafore! Master Miles, your hair! Keep still dearie, or you\u2019ll wear me out. Now show me how you bow. How do you curtsey?<br>(Miles bows. Flora curtseys, and they continue bowing and curtseying until Mrs. Grose stops them.)<br>Here she is now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Enter Governess.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>You must be Mrs. Grose? I\u2019m so happy to see you\u2026 so happy to be here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE (curtseying)<br>How do you do, Miss. Welcome to Bly!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>This must be Flora? And Miles?(Flora curtseys, Miles bows.)<br>How charming they are, how beautiful too. The house and park are so splendid, far grander than I am used to. I shall feel like a princess here. Bly, I begin to love you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>I\u2019m happy, so happy that you\u2019ve come, Miss. Miss Flora and Master Miles are happy, so happy thatyou\u2019re here too. They\u2019re good children, yes, they are, they\u2019re good, Miss. They\u2019re lively, too lively for<br>an ignorant old woman. They wear me out, indeed they do. My poor head isn\u2019t bright enough &#8211; the things they think up! I\u2019m far too old a body for games, Miss, far too old, and now they\u2019ll do better with<br>a young thing as lively as they are themselves. Master Miles is wonderful at lessons, and Miss Flora\u2019s sharp too. Yes, they\u2019re clever &#8211; they need their own kind, they\u2019re far too clever for me! They\u2019ll do better now, they\u2019ll do better with a young thing. (Pardon the liberty Miss.) They\u2019ll do better now you\u2019re here!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (to the GOVERNESS)<br>Come along! Come along! Do! We want to show you the house. We want to show you the park. Don\u2019t stay talking here any more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Quiet, children! Lord! How you do tease. In a trice they\u2019ll be dragging you all over the park.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>No, they must show me everything! For Bly is now my home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The children lead the Governess off.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">II: Il Benvenuto<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019ingresso di Bly. La Sig.ra Grose, con i bambini che le stanno attorno.)<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>Sig.ra Grose, sar\u00e0 carina? Sign.ra Grose, sar\u00e0 severa? Perch\u00e9 non arriva? Perch\u00e9 non \u00e8 qui?<br>Le piaceremo? Ci piacer\u00e0?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Bambini, basta! Dio! Che agitazione! Sar\u00e0 cos\u00ec, sar\u00e0 cos\u00e0, cento volte me l\u2019avete chiesto! Tra non molto lo saprete. Adesso fate i bravi, su!(Sistema con una piccola scossa il vestito di Flora, riordina i capelli di Miles, e liscia le pieghe del proprio grembiule.)<br>Signorina Flora, il vostro vestito! Signorino Miles, i capelli! State fermo, caro, o finir\u00e0 che mi stancher\u00f2. Ora, mastratemi l&#8217;inchino. E lei, signorina Flora, fate la reverenza.<br>(Miles fa l\u2019inchino. Flora fa la reverenza, e i due continuano finch\u00e9 la Sig.ra Grose non li ferma.)<br>Eccola che arriva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Entra l\u2019istitutrice.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Lei deve essere la Sig.ra Grose. Sono cos\u00ec felice di conoscerla&#8230; cos\u00ec felice di essere qui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE (facendo la reverenza)<br>\u00c8 un piacere, signorina. Benvenuta a Bly!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Questi devono essere Flora e Miles?<br>(Flora fa la reverenza, Miles si inchina.)<br>Come sono cari, e come sono belli. La casa e il parco sono magnifici, ben oltre quello a cui sono abituata. Mi sentir\u00f2 una principessa, qui. Bly, inizio ad amarti!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Sono felice, davvero felice che lei sia venuta, signorina. E anche i padroncini sono felici, felici che lei sia qui. Sono dei bravi bambini, s\u00ec, mi creda, signorina. Ma sono vivaci, troppo vivaci per un\u2019anziana ignorante come me. Mi stancano talmente, lo dico davvero. Non sono abbastanza sveglia. Se sapesse le cose che si inventano! Sono troppo vecchia per giocarci assieme, e avere una persona giovane come loro (scusi la libert\u00e0, signorina) far\u00e0 loro bene. Il signorino Miles \u00e8 bravissimo a scuola, e anche la signorina Flora \u00e8 sveglia. S\u00ec, sono intelligenti. Hanno bisogno di loro pari, sono troppo intelligenti per me!<br>Staranno meglio con una persona giovane (scusi la libert\u00e0, signorina). Staranno meglio ora che \u00e8 qui!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (rivolgendosi all\u2019istitutrice)<br>Venite, venite! Vi vogliamo mostrare la casa! Vi vogliamo mostrare il parco! Non restate qui a parlare!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Piano, bambini! Dio! Che agitazione! Vedr\u00e0, in un attimo la trascineranno per tutto il parco!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>No, \u00e8 giusto! Devono mostrarmi tutto! Bly ora \u00e8 la mia casa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(I bambini portano via l\u2019istitutrice.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1982\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-III-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">III: The Letter<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The porch at Bly to the side of which more of the house is now visible, including a low window.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE (entering)<br>Miss! Miss! a letter for you.<br>(The Governess comes out of the house.)<br>Here!<br>(The Governess takes the letter and reads it quietly. Aside.)<br>A good young lady, Ill be bound, and a pretty one too. Now all will be well, we were far too long alone!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Mrs. Grose! He\u2019s dismissed his school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Who?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Little Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Miles?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>What can it mean &#8211; never go back?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Never?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Never! O, but for that he must be bad!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Him bad?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>An injury to his friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Him an injury &#8211; I won\u2019t believe it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS.<br>Tell me, Mrs Grose, have you ever known Miles to be bad?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>A boy is no boy for me if he is never wild. But bad, no, no!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I cannot think him really bad, not Miles. Never!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Never! Not Master Miles. He can be wild, but not bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The children are seen at the window, quietly playing together.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>&#8220;Lavender\u2019s blue, diddle, diddle,<br>Lavender\u2019s green,<br>When I am King, diddle, diddle,<br>You shall be Queen.<br>Call up your men, diddle, diddle,<br>Set them to work,<br>Some to the plough, diddle, diddle,<br>Some to the cart.<br>Some to make hay, diddle, diddle,<br>Some to cut corn,<br>While you and I, diddle, diddle \u2013&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS, Mrs. GROSE<br>See how sweetly he plays, and with how gentle a look he turns to his sister. Yes! The child is an angel! It is nonsense &#8211; never a word of truth. It is all a wicked lie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The window fades.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>What shall you do then?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I shall do nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>And what shall you say to him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I shall say nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Bravo! And I\u2019ll stand by you. O Miss, may I take the liberty?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Mrs Grose kisses her. The scene fades.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">III: La Lettera<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Il portico di Bly, su cui si affaccia un salotto. L\u2019istitutrice sta leggendo su una sedia da giardino.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE (uscendo in giardino)<br>Signorina! Signorina, una lettera per voi.<br>(L\u2019istitutrice le va incontro.)<br>Ecco qui!<br>(L\u2019istitutrice prende la lettera e la legge in silenzio. La Sig.ra Grose la osserva, a lato.)<br>Una brava ragazza, non v&#8217;\u00e8 dubbio, e molto graziosa. Adesso andr\u00e0 tutto bene, siamo rimasti soli troppo a lungo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Sig.ra Grose! \u00c8 stato espulso da scuola.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Chi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Il piccolo Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Miles?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Cosa pu\u00f2 voler dire, che \u201cnon possono riaccoglierlo\u201d?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Come?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>\u201cNel modo pi\u00f9 assoluto\u201d! Ah, ma allora deve essere cattivo!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Lui, cattivo?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>\u201cUn\u2019offesa ai suoi compagni\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Lui, un\u2019offesa? Impossibile!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Mi dica, Sig.ra Grose, Miles \u00e8 mai stato cattivo in passato?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Non c\u2019\u00e8 ragazzo che non sia almeno un poco vivace, ma non cattivo, no!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non posso pensare che sia cattivo, non Miles. No!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>No! Non il signorino Miles. Pu\u00f2 essere vivace, ma non cattivo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Si vedono i bambini alla finestra giocare tranquillamente.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cLavanda blu, diron dello,<br>verde lavanda.<br>Tuo sar\u00e0 &#8216;l nome, diron dello,<br>Mia la landa.<br>Manda via i tuoi, diron dello,<br>lavorino l&#8217;orto.<br>Chi all&#8217;aratro, diron dello,<br>chi al trasporto.<br>Chi fa il fieno, diron dello,<br>Chi taglia &#8216;l grano,<br>mentre noi due, diron dello \u2013\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE, Sig.ra GROSE<br>Guardatelo come gioca tranquillo, e con quale tenerezza guarda alla sorella. S\u00ec! Il bambino \u00e8 un angelo! Sono sciocchezze, non vi \u00e8 un briciolo di verit\u00e0. Non sono altro che perfide menzogne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(I bambini si allontanano dalla finestra, e non sono pi\u00f9 visibili dal giardino.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Dunque cosa far\u00e0?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non far\u00f2 nulla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>E che cosa gli dir\u00e0?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non dir\u00f2 nulla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Bene! E io le sar\u00f2 vicina. Oh, signorina, mi permetta questa libert\u00e0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.ra Grose la bacia sulla guancia.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1981\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-IV-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">IV: The Tower<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The house. The tower is now visible. It is evening. Sweet summer. Enter the Governess, strolling.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>How beautiful it is. Each day it seems more beautiful to me. And my darling children enchant me more and more. <br>My first foolish fears are all vanished now, are all banished now &#8211; those fluttering fears when I could not forget the letter &#8211; when I heard a far off cry in the night &#8211; and once a faint footstep passed my door. Only one thing I wish, that I could see him &#8211; and that he could see how well I do his bidding. The birds fly home to these great trees, here too I am at home. Alone, tranquil, serene.<br><br>(Quint becomes visible on the tower.)<br>Ha! \u2018Tis he!<br>(He looks steadily at her then turns and vanishes.)<br>No! No! Who is it? Who? Who can it be? Some servant &#8211; no! I know them all. Who is it, who? Who can it be? Some curious stranger? But how did he get in? Who is it, who? <br>Some fearful madman locked away there? Adventurer? Intruder? Who is it, who? Who can it be?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">IV: La Torre<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Il parco attorno alla casa. \u00c8 una serata estiva. L\u2019istitutrice sta passeggiando in prossimit\u00e0 di una torre.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Com\u2019\u00e8 bello. Ogni giorno diventa sempre pi\u00f9 bello. E i miei cari bambini mi incantano sempre pi\u00f9.<br>Le mie prime ansie sono svanite, scacciate. Quelle ansie palpitanti, quando non facevo che pensare alla lettera, quando ho sentito un grido lontano, nella notte, o un passo leggero davanti alla mia porta. Vorrei una cosa soltanto: che io potessi vederlo, cos\u00ec che possa vedere come sto svolgendo bene il mio lavoro. Gli uccelli tornano ai loro nidi tra questi alberi, e anch&#8217;io sono a casa. Nella mia solitudine, sono tranquilla, e serena.<br>(Appare un uomo sulla torre.)<br>Ah! \u00c8 lui!<br>(Lui la fissa intensamente, poi si volta, e svanisce.)<br>No! No! Chi \u00e8? Chi? Chi pu\u00f2 essere?<br>Un servo? Impossibile, li conosco tutti.<br>Un estraneo curioso? Ma come pu\u00f2 essere entrato?<br>Forse un pazzo, rinchiuso lass\u00f9? Un vagobondo? Un intruso?<br>Chi \u00e8? Chi? Chi pu\u00f2 essere?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1980\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-V-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">V: The Window<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights fade in on the interior of the hall at Bly. Flora and Miles ride in on a hobby horse.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cTom, Tom, the piper\u2019s son<br>Stole a pig and away he run.<br>Pig was eat and Tom was beat,<br>Tom ran howling down the street.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Now I\u2019ll steal the pig!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Go on then, go on!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cTom, Tom, the piper\u2019s son!<br>Stole a pig and away he run \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Now chase me, chase me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>I\u2019ll catch you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cPig was eat and Tom was beat,<br>Tom ran howling down the street.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Let\u2019s do it again!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (off)<br>Children! Are you ready? Run along then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cTom, Tom, the piper\u2019s son \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(They ride out as the Governess comes in.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I\u2019ll follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (off)<br>\u201cStole a pig and away he run\u2026\u201d<br>La la la la la la\u2026<br>(Further off)<br>La la la la la la\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Governess looks about for a moment, picks up a pair of gloves and is about to go out when she looks up and sees Quint appear suddenly in the window. They gaze at each other. He disappears. The<br>Governess runs out and looks through the window as Quint had done. Mrs. Grose enters as the Governess rushes back into the room.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Ah! My dear! You look so white and queer. What\u2019s happened?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I have been frighten\u2019d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>What was it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>A man look\u2019d through the window, a strange man. But I saw him before on the tower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>No one from the village?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>A gentleman then?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>No! Indeed no!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>What was he like?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>His hair was red, close-curling, a long, pale face, small eyes. His look was sharp, fixed and strange. He was tall, clean-shaven, yes, even handsome. But a horror!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Quint! Peter Quint! Dear God, is there no end to his dreadful ways?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Peter Quint &#8211; who is that? Tell me, Mrs. Grose! Do you know him then?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Dear God!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(She weeps.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Mrs. Grose, what has happened here, in this house?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Quint, Peter Quint, the master\u2019s valet. Left here in charge. It was not for me to say, Miss, no indeed,<br>I had only to see to the house. But I saw things elsewhere I did not like. When Quint was free with<br>everyone, with little Master Miles \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Hours they spent together. Yes, Miss. He made free with her too &#8211; with lovely Miss Jessel, governess to those pets, those angels, those innocent babes &#8211; and she a lady, so far above him. Dear God! Is there<br>no end? But he had ways to twist them round his little finger. He liked them pretty, I can tell you, Miss, and he had his will, morning and night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>But why did you not tell your master? Write to him? Send for him to come?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>I dursn\u2019t. He never liked worries. \u2018Twas not my place. They were not in my charge.Quint was too<br>clever. I feared him &#8211; fear\u2019d what he could do. No, Mr. Quint, I did not like your ways! And then she went. She couldn\u2019t stay &#8211; not then. She went away to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>To die? And Quint?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>He died too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Died?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Fell on the icy road &#8211; struck his head, lay there till morning, dead! Dear God, is there no end to his<br>dreadful ways?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I know nothing of these things. Is this sheltered place the wicked world where things unspoken of can be?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Dear God!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Only this much I know; things have been done here that are not good, and have left a taste behind<br>them. That man: impudent, spoiled, depraved. Mrs. Grose, I am afraid, not for me, for Miles. He came<br>to look for Miles, I\u2019m sure of that, and he will come again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>I don\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>But I see it now, I must protect the children, I must guard their quiet, and their guardian\u2019s too. See what<br>I see, know what I know, that they may see and know nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Lord, Miss! Don\u2019t understand a word of what you say. But I\u2019ll stand by you. Lord, Miss, indeed I will.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">V: La Finestra<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Una sala di Bly. Flora e Miles giocano su un cavallo a dondolo.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cQuel gran birbo d\u2019un Tommaso<br>rub\u00f2 il maial\u2019 da sotto il naso<br>del bravo garzone, che preso il bastone<br>sul Tommaso ne fece buon uso.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Adesso rubo io il maiale!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Vai allora, va&#8217;!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cQuel gran birbo d\u2019un Tommaso<br>rub\u00f2 il maiale da sotto il naso \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Adesso rincorrimi, rincorrimi!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Ora ti prendo!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201c\u2014 del bravo garzone, che, preso il bastone,<br>sul Tommaso ne fece buon uso.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Ancora, ancora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (lontano)<br>Bambini! Siete pronti? Andiamo, su.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>\u201cQuel gran birbo d\u2019un Tommaso \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Escono dalla sala mentre sta entrando l\u2019istitutrice.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ora vengo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (in lontananza)<br>\u201c\u2014 rub\u00f2 il maial\u2019 da sotto il naso \u2014\u201d<br>La la la la la la\u2026<br>(Pi\u00f9 lontano)<br>La la la la la la\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019istitutrice si guarda attorno, raccoglie un paio di guanti e fa per seguire i bambini, quando alza lo sguardo e vede lo stesso uomo della torre alla finestra. Si fissano. Poi lui svanisce. L\u2019istitutrice si precipita in giardino e si affaccia alla finestra della sala, come aveva fatto l\u2019uomo. Poi rientra proprio nel momento in cui la sig.ra Grose appare alla porta.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Oh! Mia cara! Mi sembrate cos\u00ec pallida, e turbata. Cosa vi succede?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ho preso uno spavento.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Cos\u2019\u00e8 stato?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Un uomo si \u00e8 affacciato alla finestra, un uomo strano. Ma l\u2019avevo gi\u00e0 visto sulla torre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Qualcuno del paese?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Un gentiluomo dunque?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>No! Cielo, no!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Descrivetemelo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Aveva i capelli rossi e ricci, un volto allungato e pallido, gli occhi piccoli. Aveva uno strano sguardo penetrante. Era alto, glabro, s\u00ec, addirittura di bell\u2019aspetto. Ma terribile a vedersi!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Quint! Peter Quint! Mio Dio, avr\u00f2 mai pace?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Peter Quint? Chi \u00e8 costui? Me lo dica, Sig.ra Grose! Lo conoscete dunque?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Mio Dio!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La sig.ra Grose inizia a singhiozzare.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Sig.ra Grose, cos\u2019\u00e8 successo qui, in questa casa?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Quint, Peter Quint, era il valletto del padrone. Qui era lui a comandare. E non potevo dire nulla, signorina, nulla, perch\u00e9 io dovevo solo badare alla casa. Ma vedevo cose che non mi piacevano affatto. Quint si prendeva libert\u00e0 con tutti, e con il signorino Miles \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Passavano ore assieme. S\u00ec, signorina. Ed era impertinente anche con lei, con la bella Sig.na Jessel, l\u2019istitutrice prima di lei, l\u2019istitutrice di quei cari, quegli angeli, quei bambini innocenti. E lei era una signora per bene, molto al di sopra di lui.<br>Mio Dio! Non ci sar\u00e0 mai fine? Aveva modi per manipolarli. Appetiva il loro affetto, signorina, e otteneva sempre quello che voleva.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ma perch\u00e9 non l\u2019avete riferito al padrone? Perch\u00e9 non gli avete scritto, pregandolo di venire?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Non ho osato. Non tollera essere disturbato. Non era affar mio. Era al di fuori del mio potere. Quint era troppo intelligente. Avevo paura di lui, paura di quello che avrebbe potuto fare. No, Sig. Quint,<br>non mi sono mai piaciuti i vostri modi! E poi la Sig.na Jessel and\u00f2 via. Non pot\u00e9 restare, non pi\u00f9. And\u00f2 via e mor\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Mor\u00ec? E Quint?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Anche lui mor\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Mor\u00ec?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Scivol\u00f2 sul ghiaccio, batt\u00e9 la testa, e giaque sul ciglio della strada fino al mattino, morto. Mio Dio, avr\u00f2 mai pace?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non sapevo nulla di tutto questo. Pu\u00f2 un luogo tanto appartato nascondere malvagit\u00e0 lasciate indomite?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Mio Dio!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>So soltanto questo: in questa casa sono successe cose terribili, che hanno lasciato tracce di s\u00e9. Quell\u2019uomo \u00e8 un essere insolente, corrotto e depravato. Sig.ra Grose, io ho paura, non per me stessa, ma per Miles. \u00c8 venuto per Miles, ne sono certa, e verr\u00e0 ancora.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Non credo di capire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ma ora mi \u00e8 tutto chiaro. Devo proteggere i bambini, difendere la loro tranquillit\u00e0, e quella del loro tutore. Succeda quel che succeda, non dovranno vedere n\u00e9 sapere nulla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Cielo, signorina! Non capisco davvero quello che dite. Ma le sar\u00f2 vicina, signorina, glielo prometto.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1979\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VI-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VI: The Lesson<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The schoolroom. The Governess is hearing Miles his Latin lesson. Flora is \u201chelping\u201d.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (echoing)<br>\u201cMany nouns it is we find<br>To the masculine are assigned:<br><em>Amnis, axis, caulis, collis,<br>Clunis, crinis, fascis, follis,<br>Fustis, ignis, orbis, ensis.<br>Panis, piscis, postis, mensis,<br>Torris, unguis and canalis,<br>Vectis, vermis, and natalis,<br>Sanguis, pulvis, cucumis,<br>Lapis, casses, manes, glis.<\/em><br>Many nouns it is we find<br>To the masculine are assigned.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>That\u2019s good, Miles, you\u2019ve learned that well! Now say for me \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA (frisking around)<br>Can\u2019t we stop now? Let\u2019s do history! Boadicea on her chariot! Look at me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Flora! Don\u2019t tease, dear! We must do Miles\u2019 Latin. Come now! What else do you remember?<br>Now think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES (to himself, hesitating)<br>\u201cMalo: I would rather be<br>Malo: in an apple-tree<br>Malo: than a naughty boy<br>Malo: in adversity.\u201d<br><br>GOVERNESS<br>Why, Miles, what a funny song! Did I teach you that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>No, I found it. I like it. Do you? Malo, Malo, Malo\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VI: La Lezione<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Una sala convertita in aula. Miles ripete la sua lezione di latino all\u2019istitutrice. Flora sta \u201caiutando\u201d.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (ripetendo)<br>\u201cTali nomi in -is latini<br>nella terza sono maschili.<br><em>Amnis, axis, caulis, collis,<\/em><br><em>Clunis, crinis, fascis, follis,<\/em><br><em>Fustis, ignis, orbis, ensis.<\/em><br><em>Panis, piscis, postis, mensis,<\/em><br><em>Torris, unguis e canalis,<\/em><br><em>Vectis, vermis, e natalis,<\/em><br><em>Sanguis, pulvis, cucumis,<\/em><br><em>Lapis, casses, manes, glis<\/em>.<br>Tali i nomi in -is latini<br>che nella terza son maschili.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Bravo, Miles, l\u2019hai imparata bene! Ora dimmi, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA (saltellando impazientemente)<br>Possiamo smettere? Facciamo storia! Boudicca sul suo carro! Guardi!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Flora! Fai la brava! Ora dobbiamo fare latino! Miles, cos\u2019altro ricordi? Pensa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES (tra s\u00e9 e s\u00e9, esitando)<br>\u201cMalo: preferisco l\u2019ombra serena<br>Malo: d\u2019un melo e le sue fronde<br>Malo: ai canti orrendi di sirena<br>Malo: di ritorno a care sponde.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Che canzone curiosa, Miles! Te l\u2019ho insegnata io?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>No, l\u2019ho trovata. Mi piace. E a lei? &#8220;Malo, Malo, Malo&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1978\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VII-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VII: The Lake<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lake in the park. A sunny morning. Flora and the Governess wander in, the Governess with a book, Flora with a doll.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>O rivers and seas and lakes! Is this lake in my book?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>No dear, it\u2019s far too small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Small? It\u2019s huge! It\u2019s a great wide sea!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Then you must name it. Come Flora, what seas do you know?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Adriatic and Aegean, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Baltic, Bosnian and the Caspian, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Good!<br>FLORA<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Black and Red and White and Yellow, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>And?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Medi-medi-terra-nean!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Go on!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>And\u2026 and\u2026 and\u2026 the Dead Sea!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>And this one?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Is the Dead Sea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Oh!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>How can a sea be dead?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>They call it dead because nothing can live in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Then I wouldn\u2019t go in it, and neither would Miles.<br>(They settle down, Flora on the ground, with her doll, the Governess on a bench, with her book.)<br>Go to sleep, my dolly dear. Go to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Sing to her dear, dolly must sleep wherever you choose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Dolly must sleep wherever I choose.<br>(She rocks her doll.)<br>\u201cToday by the dead salt sea,<br>Tomorrow her waxen lids may close<br>On the plains of Muscovy.<br>And now like a Queen of the East she lies,<br>With a Turk to guard her bed,<br>But next, when her short-lived daylight dies,<br>She\u2019s a shepherdess instead.<br>But sleep dear dolly, O sleep and when<br>You are lost in your journeying dream<br>The sea may change to a palace again,<br>For nothing shall stay the same\u2026\u201d<br>(She goes on rustling and patting the doll, pulling the coverlet on, arranging reeds over her head.)<br>That\u2019s right, my darling. How good you are. Go to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(She turns round deliberately to face the audience as Miss Jessel appears at the other side of the lake.<br>The Governess looks up from her reading and sees Miss Jessel who disappears.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (getting up)<br>Flora! Come along! We must go now, go and find Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES (off, shouting)<br>Hullo! Where are you, you two?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>There he is! Go to him! Go to him!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Flora runs out.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miss Jessel! It was Miss Jessel! She returns too, &#8211; she too, &#8211; she too, &#8211; And Flora saw, I know she saw, and said nothing. They are lost! Lost! I neither save nor shield them. I keep nothing from them. O, I am useless, useless. What can I do? lt is far worse than I dreamed. They are lost! Lost! Lost!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VII: Il Lago<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Il lago nel parco che circonda la casa. \u00c8 una mattinata di sole. Flora e l\u2019istitutrice stanno passeggiando. Flora tiene in mano una bambola, mentre l\u2019istitutrice ha con s\u00e9 un libro e una coperta.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>O fiumi e laghi e mari! Questo lago \u00e8 nel mio libro?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>No, cara, \u00e8 fin troppo piccolo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Piccolo? Eppure \u00e8 enorme! \u00c8 un mare senza fine!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Allora gli dovrai dare un nome. Su, Flora, che mari conosci?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Adriatico ed Egeo, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>\u2014 Baltico, Caspio, della Bosnia, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Bene!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>\u2014 Nero e Rosso, Bianco e Giallo, \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Poi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>\u2014 Me-medi-mediterraneo!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Continua!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>E&#8230; e&#8230; e&#8230; il Mar Morto!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>E questo invece?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Questo \u00e8 il Mar Morto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ah.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Come pu\u00f2 un mare essere morto?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Lo si chiama \u201cmorto\u201d perch\u00e9 non pu\u00f2 viverci nulla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Allora non ci andrei, e Miles nemmeno.<br>(Trovano una panchina dove fermarsi. Flora stende la coperta sul prato e vi si siede.)<br>Dormi, bambolina. Dormi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Cantale qualcosa, cara. Deve dormire dove vuoi tu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Deve dormire dove voglio io.<br>(Inizia a cullare la bambola.)<br>\u201cOggi sul Mar Morto,<br>domani vai per piane<br>dove il giorno \u00e8 pi\u00f9 corto.<br>Come le regine indiane<br>hai la fida sentinella.<br>Poi, quando la tua vita ha fine,<br>ti risvegli pastorella.<br>Ma ora dormi, mia cara,<br>la marea si ritira<br>e il tuo castello riaffiora<br>dal profondo del mare.\u201d<br>(Continua a dare delle carezze alla bambola, rimboccandola sotto la coperta, disponendole delle foglie secche attorno alla testa.)<br>Ecco, mia cara. Come sei brava. Dormi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Flora d\u00e0 le spalle al lago. La Sig.na Jessel appare sulla sponda opposta a loro. L\u2019istitutrice alza lo sguardo dal libro che sta leggendo e vede la Sig.na Jessel, che a quel punto svanisce.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (alzandosi di colpo)<br>Flora! Vieni! Dobbiamo andare, e trovare Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES (lontano, gridando)<br>Ehil\u00e0! Dove siete, voi due?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Eccolo! Vai da lui, vai!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Flora corre per raggiungerlo.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>La Sig.na Jessel! Era la Sig.na Jessel! Anche lei \u00e8 qui, e Flora l\u2019ha vista. Lo so, so che l\u2019ha vista e non ha detto parola. Sono perduti! Non posso salvarli n\u00e9 proteggerli, non li sto difendendo da nulla. Ah, sono inutile, inutile! Cosa fare? \u00c8 peggio di quanto avessi sognato. Sono perduti! Perduti!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1977\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/I-VIII-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VIII: At Night<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>Miles! Miles! Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The front of the house and the tower. Quint is on the tower. Miles in the garden below him in his night things.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I\u2019m here\u2026 O I\u2019m here!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I am all things strange and bold. The riderless horse, snorting, stamping on the hard sea sand, the hero-highwayman plundering the land. I am King Midas with gold in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Gold, o yes, gold!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I am the smooth world\u2019s double face, Mercury\u2019s heels feathered with mischief and a God\u2019s deceit. The brittle blandishment of counterfeit. In me secrets, half-formed desires meet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Secrets, o secrets!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I am the hidden life that stirs when the candle is out; upstairs and down, the footsteps barely heard. The unknown gesture, and the soft, persistent word, the long sighing flight of the night-winged bird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Bird!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I\u2019m listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I\u2019m here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights come up on Flora at the window and<br>Miss Jessel by the lake)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL (unseen)<br>Flora! Flora! Come!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights come up on Flora at the window and Miss Jessel by the lake.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>I\u2019m here\u2026 o I\u2019m here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Come!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I\u2019m listening, I\u2019m here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Their dreams and ours can never be one. They will forsake us. O come to me! Come!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Tell me, what shall I see there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (to Miles)<br>What goes on in your head, what questions? Ask, for I answer all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>All those we have wept for together: beauty forsaken in the beast\u2019s demesne, the little mermaid weeping on the sill, Gerda and Psyche seeking their loves again, Pandora, with her dreadful box, as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (to Miles)<br>What goes on in your dreams? Keep silent! I know, and answer that too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Their knowledge and ours can never be one, they will despise us. O come to me, come!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT, Miss JESSEL<br>On the paths, in the woods, on the banks, by the walls, in the long, lush grass, or the winter leaves,<br>fallen leaves, I wait. On the paths, in the woods, on the banks, by the walls, in the long, lush grass or<br>the winter leaves, I shall be there! You must not fail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (approaching)<br>Miles! Where are you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE (approaching)<br>Flora! Are you there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Flora! Come to me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Yes, I shall be there, I shall never fail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I shall never fail, yes, I shall be there!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Come! Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Governess appears in the porch. Mrs. Grose appears in the window. Quint and Miss Jessel disappear. The Governess runs to Miles.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Mrs. Grose! Go to Flora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Why, whatever\u2019s going on? Miss Flora out of bed!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles! What are you doing here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Mrs. Grose takes Flora away.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>You see, I am bad, I am bad, aren\u2019t I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles goes into house followed by the Governess as the lights fade.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VIII: Di Notte<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>Miles! Miles! Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019esterno della casa. Quint \u00e8 sulla torre. Miles \u00e8 nel giardino sottostante, in camicia da notte.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Son qui&#8230; son qui!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Son tutto ci\u00f2 che \u00e8 audace e bizzarro. Sono il cavallo senza cavaliere, che sbuffa e pesta la sabbia indurita. Sono l&#8217;eroe-fuorilegge, il bandito. Sono Re Mida, con l\u2019oro tra le dita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES!<br>Oro, s\u00ec, oro!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Sono il doppio volto del mondo, i talloni di Mercurio, piumati d&#8217;inganno e numinose bravate. La lusingha fragile e palliata. Sono l\u2019accumulo di tutti i segreti, e delle voglie velate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Segreti, ah, segreti!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Sono la vita nascosta che s&#8217;agita al calar del buio; di sopra e di sotto, il passo attutito. Il gesto ignoto; pian piano, il termine reiterato. Il rapace che vola in un sospiro ornato.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Volo!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Ti ascolto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Son qui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Si accendono le luci nella camera di Flora, la quale si affaccia alla finestra. La Sig.na Jessel appare in riva al lago.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Flora! Flora! Da me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Son qui&#8230; son qui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Da me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Ti ascolto, son qui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>I loro sogni e i nostri, no, non sono i medesimi. Infedeli, ci abbandoneranno. Oh vieni da me, vieni!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Dimmi, cosa vedr\u00f2 l\u00e0?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (rivolgendosi a Miles)<br>A cosa pensi, che domande ti poni? Chiedi, poich\u00e9 io rivelo tutto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Tutte coloro che abbiamo compianto: la bella nella gabbia dorata, la sirenetta che contempla il pugnale, Gerda e Psiche alla ricerca degli amati, e Pandora con la dote fatale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (rivolgendosi a Miles)<br>Cosa sogni la notte? Silenzio! Io lo so, e ti sapr\u00f2 rispondere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>I loro saperi e i nostri, no, non sono i medesimi. Infelice, ci abbandoneranno. Oh vieni da me, vieni!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT, Sig.na JESSEL<br>Sui sentieri, nel parco, sulla riva, sulle mura, nell\u2019erba lunga e folta, o tra le foglie secche d\u2019inverno, ti attendo. Sui sentieri, nel parco, sulla riva, sulle mura, nell\u2019erba lunga e folta, o tra le foglie secche d\u2019inverno, sar\u00f2 l\u00e0! Non dovrai mancare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (lontano)<br>Miles! Dove sei?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE (lontano)<br>Flora! Sei l\u00e0?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Flora! Vieni da me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>S\u00ec, ci sar\u00f2, non mancher\u00f2.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Non mancher\u00f2, s\u00ec, ci sar\u00f2!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Vieni! Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019istitutrice esce in giardino. La Sig.ra Grose appare alla finestra. Quint e la Sig.na Jessel svaniscono. L\u2019Istitutrice corre verso Miles.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Sig.ra Grose! Vada da Flora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Cielo, ma che succede? La signorina Flora in piedi a quest\u2019ora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.ra Grose riporta Flora a letto.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles! Cosa fai qui fuori?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Lo vedete, sono cattivo. Sono cattivo, vero?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles rientra in casa, seguito dall\u2019istitutrice.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1976\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-I-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Act II<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">I: Colloquy and Soliloquy<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights fade in on Quint and Miss Jessel &#8211; nowhere.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Why did you call me from my schoolroom dreams?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I call? Not I! You heard the terrible sound of the wild swan\u2019s wings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Cruel! Why did you beckon me to your side?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I beckon? No, not I! Your beating heart to your own passions lied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Betrayer! Where were you when in the abyss I fell?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Betrayer? No, not I! I waited for the sound of my own last bell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>And now what do you seek?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I seek a friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>She is here!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (laughing)<br>No! Self-deceiver!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Ah! Quint, Quint, do you forget?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>I seek a friend &#8211; obedient to follow where I lead, slick as a juggler\u2019s mate to catch my thought, proud, curious, agile, he shall feed my mounting power. Then to his bright subservience I\u2019ll expound the desperate passions of a haunted heart, and in that hour \u201cThe ceremony of innocence is drowned\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>I too must have a soul to share my woe. Despised, betrayed, unwanted she must go forever to my joyless spirit bound. \u201cThe ceremonyof innocence is drowned\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Ghosts come together.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT, Miss JESSEL<br>Day by day the bars we break, break the love that laps them round, cheat the careful watching eyes, \u201cThe ceremony of innocence is drowned\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights slowly fade on the Ghosts and fade in on the Governess.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Lost in my labyrinth I see no truth, only the foggy walls of evil press upon me. Lost in my labyrinth I see no truth. O innocence, you have corrupted me, which way shall I turn? I know nothing of evil, yet I feel it, I fear it, worse, imagine it. Lost in my labyrinth which way shall I turn?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">ATTO II<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">I: Colloquio e Soliloquio<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Quint e la Sig.na Jessel si trovano in uno spazio indefinito.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Perch\u00e9 mi sottrassi ai miei sogni di scuola?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Sottrarre? Non io! Udisti il suono terribile delle ali del cigno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Crudele! Perch\u00e9 mi chiamasti al tuo fianco?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Chiamato? Non io! Il tuo cuore ment\u00ec alle tue stesse passioni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Traditore! Dov\u2019eri quando precipitai nell\u2019abisso?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Traditore? Non io! Attesi il rintocco della mia ultima campana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>E adesso cosa cerchi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Un amico.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Hai me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (ridendo)<br>No, povera illusa!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Ah, Quint! Dimentichi, forse?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Cerco un amico che sia obbediente i miei ordini, come l\u2019aiuto di un saltimbanco, che sappia cogliere il mio volere; orgoglioso, curioso, agile, dovr\u00e0 nutrire sempre pi\u00f9 il mio potere. Allora esporr\u00f2 alla sua sottomissione vivace le disperate passioni di un cuore tormentato, e, giunta quell\u2019ora, \u201cla cerimonia dell\u2019innocenza \u00e8 annegata\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Io pure devo legare il mio tormento ad un\u2019altra anima. Disprezzata, tradita, trascurata, dovr\u00e0 in eterno legarsi al mio spirito desolato. \u201cLa cerimonia dell\u2019innocenza \u00e8 annegata\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Gli spiriti si avvicinano l\u2019uno all\u2019altro.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT, Sig.na JESSEL<br>Giorno dopo giorno forziamo i cancelli, i legami sciupiamo nella casa fasciata, evadiamo gli occhi che vegliano attenti. \u201cLa cerimonia dell\u2019innocenza \u00e8 annegata\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Gli spiriti svaniscono, e appare l\u2019istitutrice.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Persa nel mio labirinto, non ho pi\u00f9 certezze, se non la nebbia del male che mi soffoca da ogni lato. Persa nel mio labirinto non ho pi\u00f9 certezze. O innocenza, tu mi hai corrotta. Che strada prendere? Non so nulla del male, eppure lo temo, lo percepisco, o peggio, lo immagino. Persa nel mio labirinto, che strada prendere?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1975\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-II-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">II: The Bells<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights fade in on the churchyard with a table-tomb and an indication of a church.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (chanting off)<br>O sing unto them a new song:<br>Let the congregation praise him.<br>O ye works and days: bless ye the Lord.<br>(They walk in like choir boys.)<br>O ye rivers and seas and lakes:<br>Bless ye the Lord.<br>O amnis, axis, caulis, collis,<br>clunis, crinis, fascis, follis:<br>Bless ye the Lord.<br>Praise him and magnify him for ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The children settle themselves on the tomb as the Governess and Mrs. Grose enter.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>O Miss, a bright morning, to be sure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (absently)<br>Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O ye tombstones and trees: praise him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Bright as the Sunday morning bells, how I love the sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O ye bells and towers: praise him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>And the dear children, how sweet they are together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O ye paths and woods: praise him.<br>O ye frosts and fallen leaves: praise him.<br>O ye dragons and snakes, worms and feathered fowl: rejoice in the Lord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Come Miss, don\u2019t worry. It will pass, I\u2019m sure. They\u2019re so happy with you. You\u2019re so good to them. We all love you, miss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O Mrs. Grose, bless ye the Lord: may she never be confounded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (taking Mrs. Grose aside.)<br>Dear good Mrs. Grose, they are not playing, they are talking horrors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Oh! Never!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Why are they so charming? Why so unnaturally good? I tell you they are not with us, but with the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>With Quint and that woman?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>With Quint and that woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>But what could they do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Do? They could destroy them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Miss, you must write to their uncle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>That his house is poisoned, the children mad, or that I am? I was charg\u2019d not to worry him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Yes. He does hate worry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I shall never write to him. Can you not feel them round about you? They are here, there, everywhere. And the children are with them, they are not with us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Come Miss, don\u2019t worry. It will pass I\u2019m sure. They\u2019re so happy with you, you\u2019re so good to them. We all love you so. Never you mind, we\u2019ll be allright, you\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O ye paths and woods: bless ye the Lord.<br>O ye walls and towers: bless ye the Lord.<br>O ye moon and stars, windows and lakes: praise him and magnify him for ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Come Miss! It is time we went in. Come to church, my dear, it will do you good. Flora! Miles! Come along, dears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(She takes the children off towards the church and goes in with Flora. Miles hangs back and then comes up to the Governess.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Do you like the bells? I do. They\u2019re not half finished yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>No.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Then we can talk and you can tell me when I\u2019m going back to school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Are you not happy here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I\u2019m growing up, you know. I want my own kind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes, you\u2019re growing up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>So much I want to do, so much I might do\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>But I trust you, Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>You trust me, my dear, but you think and think of us, and of the others. Does my uncle think what you think?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(He goes off in to the church.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE, FLORA, MILES (from the church)<br>Praise him and magnify him for ever!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>It was a challenge! He knows what I know, and dares me to act. But who would believe my story? Mrs. Grose? No, she\u2019s no good. She has doubts. I am alone, alone. I must go away now, while they are at church; away from those false little lovely eyes; away from my fears, away from the horrors; away from this poisoned place; away, away!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(She runs away.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">II: Le Campane<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Domenica. Il cimitero attorno ad una chiesa.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA (cantando)<br>Cantiamo loro un canto nuovo;<br>lo esaltino nell&#8217;assemblea del popolo.<br>Opere e giorni, lodate il Signore.<br>(Camminano per il cimitero come dei chierichetti.)<br>O fiumi e laghi e mari:<br>lodate il Signore dai cieli.<br>O <em>amnis, axis, caulis, collis,<br>clunis, crinis, fascis, follis<\/em>:<br>lodate il Signore.<br><em>Laudate et superexaltate eum in saecula<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(I bambini si siedono su una tomba, e aspettano che l\u2019istitutrice e la Sig.ra Grose li raggiungano. Queste stanno camminando lentamente verso l\u2019ingresso della chiesa.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Ah signorina, \u00e8 una bella mattinata, non v&#8217;\u00e8 dubbio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (distrattamente)<br>S\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O tombe e alberi: lodate il Signore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Bella come il suono delle campane. Come mi piace ascoltarle!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O campane e torri: lodatelo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>E i bambini, come sono dolci insieme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O sentieri e boschi: lodatelo.<br>O brina e foglie secche: lodatelo.<br>O draghi e serpi, vermi e rapaci:<br>rallegratevi nel Signore!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Via, signorina, non si preoccupi. Passer\u00e0, ne sono certa. I bambini sono tanto felici. \u00c8 cos\u00ec buona con loro. Le vogliamo tutti bene, signorina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O Sig.ra Grose, lodate il Signore. Che non venga mai sopraffatta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (prendendo in disparte la Sig.ra Grose)<br>Mia cara Sig.ra Grose, non stanno giocando! Pronunciano eresie!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Oh! Non lo posso credere!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Perch\u00e9 sono cos\u00ec graziosi? Cos\u00ec straordinariamente buoni? Le dico che non sono con noi, ma con loro.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Con Quint e quella donna?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Con Quint e quella donna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Ma cosa potrebbe accadere?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non capisce? Li potrebbero distruggere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Signorina, deve scrivere al loro zio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Che la casa \u00e8 avvelenata, che i bambini sono pazzi, o che forse lo sono io? Mi ha ordinato di non disturbarlo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>S\u00ec. Non tollera essere disturbato.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non gli scriver\u00f2, no. Non li sente attorno a noi? Sono qui, l\u00e0, ovunque. E i bambini sono con loro, non con noi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Suvvia, signorina, non si preoccupi. Passer\u00e0, ne sono certa. Sono felici, lei \u00e8 cos\u00ec buona con loro. Le vogliamo tutti bene. Non si preoccupi, si aggiuster\u00e0 tutto, vedr\u00e0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES, FLORA<br>O sentieri e boschi: lodate il Signore.<br>O mura e torri: lodate il Signore.<br>O luna e stelle, finestre e laghi:<br>laudate et superexaltate eum in saecula.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Venga signorina! \u00c8 ora di entrare. Venga in chiesa, cara, le far\u00e0 bene. Flora! Miles! Venite cari!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.ra Grose accompagna i bambini verso la chiesa ed entra con Flora. Miles rimane indietro, e si avvicina all\u2019istitutrice.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Le piacciono le campane? A me s\u00ec. E ancora non hanno finito.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>\u00c8 cos\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Allora possiamo parlare, e mi pu\u00f2 dire quando torner\u00f2 a scuola.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non sei forse felice qui?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Sto crescendo, sa. Ho bisogno dei miei pari.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec, stai crescendo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Tante sono le cose che vorrei fare, tante quelle che potrei fare\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ma io mi fido di te, Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Si fida di me, mia cara, ma continua a pensare a noi, e agli altri. Mio zio la pensa come lei?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles entra in chiesa.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE, FLORA, MILES (da dentro la chiesa)<br><em>Laudate et superexaltate eum in saecula<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Una sfida! Sa quel che so, e mi sfida ad agire. Ma chi mai potr\u00e0 credermi? La Sig.ra Grose? No, lei non va bene. Vedo che nutre dei dubbi. Non ho nessuno, nessuno. Devo andarmene, mentre sono in chiesa. Lontano da quei begl\u2019occhietti falsi, lontano dalle mie paure, quegli orrori, lontano da questo luogo avvelenato, via via!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Corre verso la casa.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1974\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-III-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">III: Miss Jessel<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The light fades in on the school-room, with desk. The Governess enters immediately. Miss Jessel is sitting at the desk.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>She is here! Here, in my own room!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Here my tragedy began, here revenge begins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Nearer and nearer she comes, from the lake, from the stair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Ah, here I suffered, here I must find my peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>From the stair, from the passage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Peace did I say? Not peace, but the fierce imparting of my woe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>From the passage, into the very heart of my kingdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>I shall come closer, closer, and more often.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>There she sheds her ghastly influence. She shall not! She shall not! I won\u2019t bear it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>So I shall be waiting, waiting for the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Governess braces herself to speak directly to her.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Why are you here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL (rising)<br>Alas! Alas!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>It is mine, mine, the desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Alas! Alas!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>They are mine, mine, the children. I will never abandon them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Alas! Alas! I cannot rest. I am weary and I cannot rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Begone! Begone! You horrible, terrible woman!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br>Miss JESSEL<br>Alas!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(She disappears.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I can\u2019t go &#8211; I can\u2019t. But I can no longer support it alone. I must write to him, write to him now.<br>(She goes to the desk and writes.)<br>\u201cSir &#8211; dear Sir &#8211; my dear Sir &#8211; I have not forgotten your charge of silence, but there are things that you<br>must know, and I must see you, must see and tell you, at once. Forgive me\u201d. That is all.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">III: La Sig.na Jessel<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019aula. L\u2019istitutrice entra, e trova il pavimento bagnato. La Sig.na Jessel \u00e8 china sulla cattedra.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Lei \u00e8 qui! Qui, nella mia aula!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Qui ebbe inizio la mia tragedia. Qui avr\u00e0 inizio la mia vendetta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Sempre pi\u00f9 vicina, dal lago, dalle scale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Ah, qui soffrii. Qui trover\u00f2 pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Dalle scale, dal corridoio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Pace, ho detto? Non pace, ma lo sfogo tremendo del mio dolore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Dal corridoio, fino al cuore del mio dominio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Verr\u00f2 sempre pi\u00f9 vicino, e sempre pi\u00f9 spesso.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>E qui riversa la propria influenza mostruosa. Non pu\u00f2! Non pu\u00f2! Non lo permetter\u00f2.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Poi aspetter\u00f2, aspetter\u00f2 che la piccola venga da me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019istitutrice raccoglie tutto il proprio coraggio e si rivolge alla Sig.na Jessel.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Perch\u00e9 \u00e8 lei qui?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL (alzandosi)<br>Ahim\u00e8! Ahim\u00e8!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>La cattedra \u00e8 mia, mia!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Ahim\u00e8! Ahim\u00e8!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>I bambini sono miei, miei! Non li lascer\u00f2 mai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Ahim\u00e8! Ahim\u00e8! Non conosco pace. Sono stremata e non conosco pace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Via! Via, donna orrenda, donna terribile!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Ahim\u00e8!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.na Jessel svanisce.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non posso andarmene, non posso! Ma non posso farcela da sola. Devo scrivergli, devo scrivergli immediatamente!<br>(Va alla cattedra e inizia a scrivere.)<br>\u201cSignore \u2014 Caro signore \u2014 Mio caro signore, non ho dimenticato il vostro ordine di silenzio, ma ci sono cose che deve sapere, e devo vederla, devo vederla e raccontarle tutto, al pi\u00f9 presto. Le chiedo perdono\u201d. Ecco, l&#8217;ho fatto.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1973\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-IV-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">IV: The Bedroom<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The lights fade in on Miles sitting restlessly on the edge of his bed, with his jacket and shoes off. The room is lit by a candle.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Malo: than a naughty boy..<br>Malo: in\u2026<br>(The Governess is seen approaching the room.)<br>I say, what are you waiting for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (comes in)<br>Why, Miles, not yet in bed? Not even undressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>O I\u2019ve been sitting, sitting and thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Thinking? Of what were you thinking?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Of this queer life, the life we\u2019ve been living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>What do you mean by that? What life?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>My dear, you know. You\u2019re always watching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I don\u2019t know, Miles, for you\u2019ve never told me, you\u2019ve told me nothing, nothing of what happened before I came. I thought till today that you were quite happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I am, I am. I\u2019m always thinking, thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles, I\u2019ve just written to your guardian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>What a lot you\u2019ll have to tell him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>So will you, Miles.<br>(Miles changes his position, but does not answer.)<br>Miles, dear little Miles, is there nothing you want to tell me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>Miles! Are you list\u2019ning?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles, what happen\u2019d at school? What happened here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles turns away from her.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>Miles! I am here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles, if you knew how I want to help you, how I want you to help me save you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>Miles! I\u2019m waiting, I\u2019m waiting, waiting, Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The candle goes out.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Ah!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Oh, what is it? What is it? Why, the candle\u2019s out!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>\u2018Twas I who blew it, who blew it, dear!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">IV: La Camera da Letto<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La camera da letto di Miles. L\u2019unica luce viene da una candela sul comodino. Miles \u00e8 seduto a letto, senza giacca n\u00e8 scarpe.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>\u201cMalo: ai canti orrendi di sirena<br>Malo: di <em>\u2014<\/em>\u201d<br>(L\u2019istitutrice appare alla porta, ma rimane ad osservare il bambino.)<br>Beh, cosa aspetta?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (entrando in camera)<br>Miles, ancora non sei sotto le coperte? Non ti sei nemmeno cambiato.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Stavo qui, seduto, a pensare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ah s\u00ec? E a che cosa pensavi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>A questa strana vita, la vita che stiamo vivendo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Cosa intendi? Di che vita parli?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Mia cara, lo sa. Lei ci osserva sempre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Invece non lo so, Miles. Non mi hai mai parlato, mai mi hai parlato di quanto \u00e8 successo prima che venissi. Fino ad ora ho sempre pensato che tu fossi abbastanza felice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Lo sono, lo sono. Ma sto sempre a pensare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles, ho appena scritto al tuo tutore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Avr\u00e0 avuto molto da dirgli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Anche tu, Miles.<br>(Miles cambia posizione, ma non risponde.)<br>Miles, mio caro Miles, non c\u2019\u00e8 niente che vuoi dirmi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miles! Mi senti?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles, cos\u2019\u00e8 successo a scuola? Cos\u2019\u00e8 successo qui?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles le d\u00e0 le spalle.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>Miles! Sono qui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles, se solo tu sapessi quanto voglia aiutarti, quanto voglia che tu mi aiuti a salvarti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>Miles! Ti aspetto, ti aspetto, Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Improvvisamente, si spegne la candela.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Ah!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Cosa c\u2019\u00e8? Cos\u2019\u00e8 successo! Ma, si \u00e8 spenta la candela!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Sono stato io, sono stato io a spegnerla, mia cara!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1972\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-V-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">IV: Quint<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles is seen hesitating in his room. He then creeps across the stage to the desk)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>So! She has written.<br>What has she written?<br>She has told all she knows.<br>What does she know?<br>It is there on the desk.<br>Easy to take!<br>Take it!<br>Take it!<br>Take it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles takes the Governess\u2019s letter across to his bedroom.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">V: Quint<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles esce con esitazione da camera sua. Poi si avvicina furtivamente al tavolo dove l\u2019istitutrice ha lasciato la lettera.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>Dunque lei gli ha scritto.<br>Cosa gli ha scritto?<br>Gli ha detto tutto quello che sa.<br>Che cosa sa?<br>La lettera \u00e8 sul tavolo.<br>Facile da prendere!<br>Prendila!<br>Prendila!<br>Prendila!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles prende la lettera e ritorna correndo in camera sua.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1971\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VI-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VI: The Piano<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles is seen sitting at the piano, playing. The Governess and Mrs. Grose are hovering about listening to him. Flora is sitting on the floor, playing at cat\u2019s cradle)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS, Mrs. GROSE<br>O what a clever boy; why, he must have practised very hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>I never knew a little boy so good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes, there is no mistake, he is clever, they both are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>They\u2019ve come on wonderfully well with you, Miss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>My dear, with such children anything is possible.<br>(She takes Mrs. Grose aside.)<br>I\u2019ve done it! I\u2019ve written it! It\u2019s ready for the post.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>That\u2019s right, Miss. I\u2019m sure that\u2019s right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (aloud to Miles)<br>Go on, dear. Mrs. Grose is enjoying it. We\u2019re all enjoying it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS, Mrs. GROSE<br>O what a clever boy! I never knew a little boy so good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Governess stays by the piano hanging over Miles. He finishes his first piece and turns the pages for thesecond.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE (walks over to watch Flora playing.)<br>And Miss Flora, playing at cat\u2019s cradle. There\u2019s a nimble-fingered little girl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(She settles down near Flora.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE, FLORA (echoing)<br>\u201cCradles for cats<br>Are string and air.<br>If you let go<br>there\u2019s nothing there.<br>But if we are neat<br>and nimble and clever<br>pussy-cat\u2019s cradle will<br>go on for ever.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Mrs. Grose, are you tired?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(During this conversation Miles begins showing off at the piano.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Well, my head do keep nodding. It\u2019s this warm room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Shut your eyes then and you shall have a cradle, Mrs. Grose\u2019s cradle!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (softly)<br>Ah, Miles! Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>And Master Miles\u2019 playing\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA (to Mrs. Grose)<br>Go to sleep! Go to sleep!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Flora slips away unnoticed.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (softly)<br>Ah, Miles! Miles!<br>(She stops him suddenly.)<br>Flora! Flora! Mrs. Grose! Wake up! She is gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>What? Who, Miss?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Flora\u2019s gone, gone out to her. Come, we must go and find her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Lord, Miss! But you\u2019ll leave the boy?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>O I don\u2019t mind that now, he\u2019s with Quint! He\u2019s found the most divine little way to keep me quiet while she went. Come! Come!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(They rush off. Miles plays triumphantly on.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VI: Il Pianoforte<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles sta suonando il pianoforte. L\u2019istitutrice e la Sig.ra Grose lo ascoltano. Flora \u00e8 seduta per terra, giocando a matassa.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE, Sig.ra GROSE<br>Ah, com\u2019\u00e8 bravo questo ragazzo. Deve aver studiato molto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Non si \u00e8 mai visto un ragazzo cos\u00ec bravo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec, non c\u2019\u00e8 dubbio, \u00e8 molto sveglio, lo sono entrambi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Li avete educati benissimo, signorina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Mia cara, con bambini cos\u00ec, tutto \u00e8 possibile.<br>(Prende in disparte la Sig.ra Grose.)<br>L&#8217;ho fatto! L&#8217;ho scritta! \u00c8 pronta per essere spedita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Bene, signorina. Sono certa sia la cosa giusta da fare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (rivolgendosi a Miles)<br>Vai avanti, caro. Alla Sig.ra Grose piace ascoltarti. Piace a tutti noi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE, Sig.ra GROSE<br>Ah, com\u2019\u00e8 bravo questo ragazzo. Non si \u00e8 mai visto un ragazzo cos\u00ec bravo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019istitutrice rimane accando al pianoforte ad ascoltare Miles, che ha finito il suo primo pezzo e che sta iniziando il secondo.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE (avvicinandosi a Flora)<br>Qui invece la signorina Flora gioca a matassa. Che abili manine che ha questa bambina!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Le si siede vicino, su una poltrona.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE, FLORA (ripetendo)<br>\u201cBasta un filo<br>per fare una culla,<br>Ma se lo lasci<br>svanisce nel nulla.<br>Veloci, attente,<br>le dita muovete.<br>Culle infinite<br>da un filo avrete.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>\u00c8 stanca, Sig.ra Grose?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Mentre parlano, Miles inizia a suonare il pianoforte con grande enfasi.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Mi ciondola la testa. Questa stanza \u00e8 cos\u00ec calda.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Chiuda gli occhi, allora, e le far\u00f2 una culla, la culla della Sig.ra Grose!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (dolcemente)<br>Ah, Miles! Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>E la musica del signorino\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA (rivolgendosi alla Sig.ra Grose)<br>Dorma! Dorma!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.ra Grose si addormenta. Flora esce furtivamente dalla stanza.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (dolcemente)<br>Ah, Miles! Miles!<br>(Si guarda attorno, e ferma improvvisamente il bambino.)<br>Flora! Flora! Sig.ra Grose, si svegli, la bambina \u00e8 sparita!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Come? Chi, signorina?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Flora \u00e8 sparita, \u00e8 andata da lei! Venga, dobbiamo trovarla!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Cielo, signorina! Lascerebbe qui il bambino?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non badi a lui, \u00e8 con Quint! Ha trovato un delizioso stratagemma per distrarmi mentre lei andava! Venga! Venga!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Corrono fuori. Miles continua a suonare, trionfante.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1970\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VII-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VII: Flora<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The scene fades in on Flora by the side of the lake, watching. The Governess and Mrs. Grose are heard, calling from a distance.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE, GOVERNESS (off)<br>Flora!<br>(They rush in and see the girl by the lake.)<br>Flora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>There she is!<br>(She runs over to Flora.)<br>Fancy running off like that, and such a long way, too, without your hat and coat.<br>(The Governess slowly walks over to them.)<br>You are a naughty girl, whatever made you leave us all?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>And where, my pet, is Miss Jessel?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miss Jessel appears on the other side of the lake.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Flora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Ah! She is there! Look! She is there!<br>(pointing)<br>Look! You little unhappy thing! Look! Mrs. Grose! She is there!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Flora! Do not fail me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Indeed, Miss, there\u2019s nothing there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Only look, dearest woman, don\u2019t you see? Now, Now!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>Nothing shall they know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE (to Flora)<br>She isn\u2019t there, little lady, nobody is there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>But look!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>I can\u2019t see anybody, can\u2019t see anything, I don\u2019t know what you mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE (comforting)<br>There\u2019s nobody there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Miss JESSEL<br>We know all things, they know nothing, don\u2019t betray me. Silence! Silence!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>She isn\u2019t there. Why, poor Miss Jessel\u2019s dead and buried, we know that, love. It\u2019s all a mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>You\u2019re cruel, horrible, hateful, nasty. Why did you come here? I don\u2019t know what you mean. Take meaway! Take me away!<br>(pointing at the Governess)<br>I don\u2019t like her! I hate her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS (with horror)<br>Me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Yes, it\u2019s all a mistake, and we\u2019ll get home as fast as we can. There, there, dearie, we\u2019ll get home as fast as we can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes! Go!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>We don\u2019t want you! We don\u2019t want you! Take me away, take me away from her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Flora and Mrs. Grose go off comforting one another. The Governess watches them go while Miss Jessel slowly disappears.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Ah! my friend, you have forsaken me! At last you have forsaken me. Flora, I have lost you, she has taught you how to hate me. Am I then horrible? No! No! But I have failed, most miserably failed, and there is no more innocence in me. And now she hates me! Hates me!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VII: Flora<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Flora \u00e8 al lago, scrutando la riva opposta a lei. Si sente l\u2019istitutrice e la Sig.ra Grose correre per il parco, chiamando Flora.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE, ISTITUTRICE (lontano)<br>Flora!<br>(Escono dagli alberi e vedono la bambina)<br>Flora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Eccola!<br>(Corre verso Flora e le d\u00e0 una scrollata.)<br>Ti pare, andartene via in questo modo, e cos\u00ec lontano, senza cappotto e cappello!<br>(L\u2019istitutrice cammina lentamente verso di loro.)<br>Sei una birbona, perch\u00e9 ci hai lasciati?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>E ora dimmi mia carina, dov\u2019\u00e8 la Sig.na Jessel?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.na Jessel appare sulla riva opposta a loro.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Flora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ah! Eccola! Guardi! \u00c8 l\u00e0!<br>(Indica la riva.)<br>Guarda! Piccola infelice! Guardi, Sig.ra Grose! \u00c8 l\u00e0!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Flora! Non tradirmi!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Signorina, io non vedo nulla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Deve solo guardare, mia cara donna, non la vede? Ora, ora!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Non devono sapere nulla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE (rivolgendosi a Flora)<br>Non c&#8217;\u00e8 nessuno, piccola, l\u00e0 non c\u2019\u00e8 nessuno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Guardi, la prego!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Non vedo nessuno, non vedo nulla, non so cosa voglia dire!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE (cercando di consolarla)<br>L\u00e0 non c\u2019\u00e8 nessuno.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.na JESSEL<br>Noi sappiamo, loro non sanno nulla. Non tradirmi. Silenzio! Silenzio!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Lei non \u00e8 l\u00e0. La signorina Jessel \u00e8 in cielo, noi lo sappiamo, tesoro. \u00c8 tutto un equivoco.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Siete credele, orribile, odiosa, cattiva. Perch\u00e9 siete venuta qua? Non capisco quel che dite. Sig.ra Grose, mi porti via! Mi porti via!<br>(Indica l\u2019istitutrice.)<br>Non mi piace! La odio!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE (con orrore)<br>Cosa dici!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>S\u00ec, \u00e8 tutto un equivoco, e ora torniamo subito a casa. Su, su, cara, adesso andiamo a casa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec! Andate!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">FLORA<br>Non la vogliamo! Non la vogliamo! Mi porti via, via da lei!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(La Sig.ra Grose si allontana con Flora, consolandosi l&#8217;un l&#8217;altra. L\u2019istitutrice le guarda andare mentre la Sig.na Jessel svanisce lentamente.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ah, amica mia, mi hai abbandonata. Infine mi hai abbandonata. Flora, ti ho persa. Lei ti ha insegnato ad odiarmi. Sono orribile, dunque? No! No! Ma ho fallito, fallito miseramente, e in me non v&#8217;\u00e8 pi\u00f9 innocenza. E ora mi odia! Mi odia!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignleft size-medium is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1969\" style=\"width:300px\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-227x300.jpg 227w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-776x1024.jpg 776w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-768x1013.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-1165x1536.jpg 1165w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-1553x2048.jpg 1553w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1-1568x2068.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.jackfreckletonsturla.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/07\/II-VIII-scaled-1.jpg 1941w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-columns is-not-stacked-on-mobile is-layout-flex wp-container-core-columns-is-layout-3a8a1933 wp-block-columns-is-layout-flex\" style=\"padding-top:0;padding-right:0;padding-bottom:0;padding-left:0\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VIII: Miles<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The house and grounds. Mrs. Grose and Flora appear in the porch, dressed for travelling, Flora with doll and little bag. The Governess walks towards them, Flora deliberately turns her back.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Mrs. Grose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>O Miss, you were quite right, I must take her away. Such a night as I have spent <em>\u2014<\/em><br>(She cries.)<br>No, don\u2019t ask me. What that child has poured out in her dreams <em>\u2014<\/em> things I never knew nor hope to know, nor dare remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>My dear, I thought I had lost you, thought you couldn\u2019t believe me, my dear <em>\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>I must take her away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes, go to their uncle. He knows now that all is not well, he has had my letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>My dear, your letter never went, it wasn\u2019t where you put it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mrs. GROSE<br>Miles must have taken it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>All the same, go, and I shall stay and face what I have to face with the boy.<br>(Mrs. Grose goes quickly to Flora and takes her off.)<br>O Miles &#8211; I cannot bear to lose you! You shall be mine, and I shall save you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles saunters in.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>So, my dear, we are alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Are we alone?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Oh, I\u2019m afraid so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Do you mind? Do you mind being left alone?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Do you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Dearest Miles, I love to be with you. What else should I stay for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>So, my dear, for me you stay?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I stay as your friend, I stay as your friend. Miles, there is nothing I would not do for you, remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Yes, yes. If I\u2019ll do something now for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Do tell me what it is then you have on your mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles looks desperately round, but cannot see Quint.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>I still want you to tell me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Yes <em>\u2014<\/em> it would be best, you know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>Beware of her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles looks about again.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>What is it, Miles? Do you want to go and play?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Awfully! I will tell you everything. I will!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (unseen)<br>No!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>But not now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles, did you steal my letter?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (appears on the tower)<br>Miles! You\u2019re mine! Beware of her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(The Governess sees Quint and pushes Miles round so that he cannot see him.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Did you? Did you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>No. Yes. I took it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Quint turns away.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Why did you take it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Quint descends the tower)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>To see what you said about us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Be silent!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Miles, dear little Miles, who is it you see? Who do you wait for, watch for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Do not betray our secrets. Beware, beware of her!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>I don\u2019t know what you mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Who is it, who? Say for my sake!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Miles, you\u2019re mine! You must be free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Is he there, is he there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Is who there, Miles? Say it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Don\u2019t betray us, Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Nobody, nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Who? Who? Who made you take the letter? Who do you wait for, watch for? Only say the name and he will go for ever, for ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>On the paths, by the woods,<br>remember Quint!<br>At the window, on the tower,<br>when the candle is out,<br>remember Quint!<br>He leads, he watches, he waits, he waits<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Peter Quint, you devil!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(He runs into the Governess\u2019s arms.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Ah, Miles, you are saved, now all will be well. Together we have destroyed him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Ah Miles, we have failed. Now I must go. Farewell. Farewell, Miles, farewell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Quint slowly disappears)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">GOVERNESS<br>Ah! What is it? What is it? Miles, speak to me, speak to me. Why don\u2019t you answer?<br>(She realises that the boy is dead.)<br>Miles, Miles, Miles! Ah, don\u2019t leave me now!<br>(She lays him down on the ground.)<br>Ah! Miles!<br>\u201cMalo, than a naughty boy, <br>Malo, Malo, in adversity.\u201d<br>What have we done between us?<br>\u201cMalo, malo, malo, malo, malo&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-column is-layout-flow wp-block-column-is-layout-flow\" style=\"flex-basis:40%\">\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">VIII: Miles<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019ingresso della casa. La Sig.ra Grose e Flora sono vestite da viaggio. Flora ha con s\u00e8 la sua bambola e una piccola borsa. Quando l\u2019istitutrice si avvicina a loro, Flora le volta le spalle.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Sig.ra Grose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Oh, signorina, avevate ragione, la devo portare via di qui. Ho passato una tale notte\u2026<br>(Inizia a piangere.)<br>No, non chiedete. Le cose che la bambina ha rivelato nel sonno sono cose che non ho mai saputo \u2014 che non ho mai osato sapere, e che ora non oso ricordare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Mia cara, temevo d\u2019averla perduta, temevo non mi credesse. Mia cara \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Devo portarla via di qua.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec, andate dal loro zio. Lui sa che non tutto va bene, ha avuto la mia lettera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Mia cara, la vostra lettera non \u00e8 mai stata spedita. Non era dove avevate detto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sig.ra GROSE<br>Deve averla presa Miles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Non importa, andate. Io rimarr\u00f2, e affronter\u00f2 quello che dovr\u00f2 affrontare con il bambino.<br>(La Sig.ra Grose prende Flora per mano e si affretta ad andarsene.)<br>O Miles, non posso perderti. Sarai mio, e ti salver\u00f2.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles entra con nonchalance.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Dunque mia cara siamo soli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ah s\u00ec?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Gi\u00e0, temo di s\u00ec.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ti dispiace? Ti dispiace rimanere solo?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>A lei?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Mio caro Miles, io adoro stare con te. Per quale altro motivo dovrei restare?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Dunque mia cara lei rimane per me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Rimango perch\u00e9 sono tua amica, Miles. Non c\u2019\u00e8 nulla che non farei per te, ricordalo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>S\u00ec s\u00ec. Se io ora faccio qualcosa per lei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Dunque dimmi che cosa ti turba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>Miles!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles si guarda attorno allarmato, ma non vede Quint.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Ancora aspetto che tu me lo dica.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Ora?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>S\u00ec, sarebbe meglio, sai?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>In guardia!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Miles si guarda di nuovo attorno.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Cosa c\u2019\u00e8, Miles? Vuoi andare a giocare?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>S\u00ec, moltissimo! Le racconter\u00f2 tutto. Davvero!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT (lontano)<br>No!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Ma non ora.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles, hai rubato tu la mia lettera?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>(Appare in cima alla torre.)<br>Miles! Sei mio. In guardia!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(L\u2019istitutrice vede Quint. Fa voltare Miles di forza cos\u00ec che il bambino non possa vederlo.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Dunque? Sei stato tu?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>No. S\u00ec. L\u2019ho presa io.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Quint si volta.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Perch\u00e9 l\u2019hai rubata?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Quint discende dalla torre.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Per sapere cosa dicevate di noi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Taci!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Miles, mio piccolo Miles, chi \u00e8 che vedi? Chi aspetti, chi cerchi?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">QUINT<br>Non rivelare i nostri segreti. In guardia, in guardia!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">MILES<br>Non so di cosa parla.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">ISTITUTRICE<br>Chi c\u2019\u00e8, chi? 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