the birch rod in mind; it's hanging behind the mirror.
BENJAMIN. But you say such funny things, that I _must_ smile. And why
should we be weeping always?
ELEONORA. Shall we not weep in the vale of tears?
BENJAMIN. H'm.
ELEONORA. You would rather laugh all the time, and that's why trouble
comes your way. But it's when you are serious that I like you best.
Remember that. [Pause.]
BENJAMIN. Do you think that we will get out of this trouble, Eleonora?
ELEONORA. Yes, most of it will take care of itself, when Good Friday
is over, but not all of it--today the birch rod, tomorrow the
Easter eggs--today snow--tomorrow thaw. Today death--tomorrow
life--resurrection.
BENJAMIN. How wise you are!
ELEONORA. Even now I can feel that it is clearing outside--and that the
snow is melting--I can smell the melting snow. And tomorrow violets will
sprout against walls facing south. The clouds are lifting--I feel it--I
can breathe easier. Oh, I know so well when the heavens are clear and
blue.--Go and pull the shades up, Benjamin. I want God to see us.
[Benjamin rises and obeys. Moonlight streams into the room.]
ELEONORA. The moon is full--Easter moon! But you know it is really the
sun shining, although the moon gives us the light--the light!
ACT III.
[Easter eve. The music before and thro' this act, Haydn's Sieben Worte.
No. 5. Adagio. Scene the same. The curtains are up. The landscape
outside is in a grey light. There is a fire in the stove. The doors are
closed. Eleonora is seated near the stove with a bunch of crocuses in
her hand. Benjamin enters from R.]
ELEONORA. Where have you been all this long time, Benjamin?
BENJAMIN. It hasn't been very long.
ELEONORA. I have wanted you so!
BENJAMIN. Have you? And where have you been, Eleonora?
ELEONORA. I went down street and bought these crocuses, and now I must
warm them. They were frozen. Poor dears!
BENJAMIN. Yes. It's so chilly today, there isn't a bit of sunshine.
ELEONORA. The sun is behind the fog. There aren't any clouds, just
sea-fog. I can smell the salt in the air.--
BENJAMIN. Did you see any birds out there?
ELEONORA. Yes, flocks of them, starting north for their summer home. And
not one will fall to the earth unless God wills it.
ELIS [Enters from R.]. Has the evening paper come yet?
ELEONORA. No, Elis.
[Elis starts to cross the room--when he is at C. Christine enters from
L.]
CHRISTINE [Without noticing Elis]. Has the
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