Gycklarnas afton Page #4

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- Life stands still.

- To me, it's fulfilment.

To me, emptiness.

I am but a poor jester

in this farce of shadows.

Her deceitful heart, her frailty,

even her provoking indifference

changes my world,

from day to day, from hour to hour.

Am I the Count of Chamballe...

or the most miserable of wretches?

Therefore, dagger,

leap from thy hiding place -

and find a place where thou

canst slake thy thirst.

How gladly I greet thee, sweet mistress...

and press thee to my breast.

Let us celebrate our union

in this quiet park,

where first my cruel goddess

granted me her favour.

Farewell, oh world.

Farewell, my sovereign!

May thy tears water my poor grave.

I die.

Curtain!

Everyone on stage!

That's it for today.

You were all dreadful.

You're an idiot, Blom!

I want to leave the circus.

- You're laughing at me.

- I'm smiling, because you're beautiful.

You needn't marry me,

just take care of me.

You smell of stables,

cheap perfume and sweat.

I'll lick you like a dog.

What make-up! I'll teach you.

Give me your mouth.

- Do I smell of sweat?

- I was only teasing.

- My perfume is cheap.

- Use some of mine.

You have nice hands.

- It must be expensive!

- Take it, it's yours.

I can't help but smell.

Everything in our wagon smells of stables.

Make up my face.

No need.

- Who gave you that?

- It's for luck.

From a woman!

I'll be gone when he returns.

No Spanish rider for his decrepit horses.

No lady in tights for the drunk

conjurer to saw in two. I'll be gone!

- And when you tire of me?

- I'll kill you.

- If I don't kill you first.

- I'm strong! Feel my muscles.

Oh, my.

- I crack nuts with my teeth.

- I'm frightened.

I can ride bareback at full gallop,

gripping only with my thighs.

- Can you do that?

- I don't think so.

You're a weakling.

You have a nice body,

but you need exercise. You're flabby.

Shame on you.

Let's arm wrestle. I bet I'll win.

You eat too much.

Let me go! I don't want to!

You want me to let go of you?

I can't! Leave me be!

Give me the key!

How do you make the bears dance?

- Do you use hot irons?

- Give me the key.

- Do you hate me?

- Give me the key!

You do.

I prefer you that way.

- Give me the key.

- You'll get it. Later.

- The key.

- Finish the game first.

This amulet is very valuable.

The gift of a grateful lady.

If you're good, you shall have it.

You can live on it for a whole year.

You can leave the circus.

It will bring you good luck.

Sell it to the corner goldsmith.

I can live on it?

At least a year. Real pearls.

See for yourself.

And you'll give me the key?

I promise.

And never tell?

Never tell.

- That's done now. I've done what I could, but...

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