Bluebeard’s Castle
Béla Balázs
1911
Judith:
Ev’rything lies deep in shadow.
[She feels her way forward.]
[She shudders.]
The walls are sweating.
Tell me Bluebeard
Why this moisture on my fingers?
Walls and rafters, all are weeping.
[She covers her eyes.]
Bluebeard:
Judith, Judith, would it not be
Happier in your father’s castle,
Roses rambling round the terrace,
The sunlight dancing on the roof?
J…
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