MNISHEK IN SAMBOR
Dressing-Room of Marina MARINA, ROUZYA (dressing her), Serving-Women MARINA. (Before a mirror.) Now then, is it ready? Cannot you make haste? ROUZYA. I pray you first to make the difficult choice; Will you the necklace wear of pearls, or else The emerald half-moon? MARINA. My diamond crown. ROUZYA. Splendid! Do you remember that you wore it When to the palace you were pleased to go? They say that at the ball your gracious highness Shone like the sun; men sighed, fair ladies whispered— 'Twas then that for the first time young Khotkevich Beheld you, he who after shot himself. And whosoever looked on you, they say That instant fell in love. MARINA. Can't you be quicker? ROUZYA. At once. Today your father counts upon you. 'Twas not for naught the young tsarevich saw you; He could not hide his rapture; wounded he is Already; so it only needs to deal him A resolute blow, and instantly, my lady, He'll be in love with you. 'Tis now a month Since, quitting Cracow, heedless of the war And throne of Moscow, he has feasted here, Your guest, enraging Poles alike and Russians. Heavens! Shall I ever live to see the day?— Say, you will not, when to his capital Dimitry leads the queen of Moscow, say You'll not forsake me? MARINA. Dost thou truly think I shall be queen? ROUZYA. Who, if not you? Who here Dares to compare in beauty with my mistress? The race of Mnishek never yet has yielded To any. In intellect you are beyond All praise.—Happy the suitor whom your glance Honours with its regard, who wins your heart— Whoe'er he be, be he our king, the dauphin Of France, or even this our poor tsarevich God knows who, God knows whence! MARINA. The very son Of the tsar, and so confessed by the whole world. ROUZYA. And yet last winter he was but a servant In the house of Vishnevetsky. MARINA. He was hiding. ROUZYA. I do not question it: but still do you know What people say about him? That perhaps He is a deacon run away from Moscow, In his own district a notorious rogue. MARINA. What nonsense! ROUZYA. O, I do not credit it! I only say he ought to bless his fate That you have so preferred him to the others. WAITING-WOMAN. (Runs in.) The guests have come already. MARINA. There you see; You're ready to chatter silliness till daybreak. Meanwhile I am not dressed— ROUZYA. Within a moment 'Twill be quite ready. (The Waiting-women bustle.) MARINA. (Aside.) I must find out all.