Kean Page #3

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It'd be the unexpected pleasure

of your visit.

Come, Kean,

share your secret with me.

I've never had secrets for you.

- Maybe till yesterday it was true,

but today less so. - Till yesterday?

- Whom are you waiting for?

No one.

You don't trust me? No?

Well, it's embarrassing.

It's embarrassing

because a certain lady,

thinking I enjoy your trust,

asked me to tell you something.

What about?

Ah, yes, now I remember! Because of a

reception she couldn't miss...

The countess of Koefeld told you...

- Kean, my friend, you betray yourself!

You gave her an appointment in

your dressingroom and expect her.

So the countess of Koefeld

told you everything...

Okay, I'll be a good prince!

I have your confession, I can put

an end to your torture.

No, Elena told me nothing.

- Oh! - Don't believe me?

Want me to give you

my word of honor?

I have faith in your Grace's

word as in Sacred Scripture,

except in cases

when it's a question of women.

Too many times we've lied together

to the husbands.

Kean! You're in love!?

Dying.

Romeo!

- A role I detest, moreover!

How about if I asked you

to renounce this woman?

You came for this?

- Exactly for this.

Then you're...

- Your rival? No! I'm thinking of you.

England can't lose

its best actor!

If you don't want to lose me,

leave me my passions.

I have to have them to be

able to express them. - Kean!

Give up this woman!

Let's say I ask you

in the King's name.

His Majesty is concerned

with my loves?

No, he hopes you leave

the ambassadress in peace.

You know with Denmark

we have important affairs.

I know. Cheese!

- Meaning?

Important affairs:

acquiring cheese.

Which our wholesalers

make in Copenhagen.

A strange balance, Highness:

on one plate

you put cheese,

and on the other you want

me to put my heart.

And if gold were added?

On the heart side?

- No, on the cheese's.

Here. Read.

What's this?

- Read it, go on!

Romeo!

"I renounce

for the sum of 4000 pounds

to encircle with my attentions

the countess..."

For 4000 pounds!

I thought you attributed

more weight to my word!

You should appreciate my

generosity. It's late,

Elena may not come,

in which case the 4000 pounds

will be a gift.

You really thing the countess

would prefer a reception...

To your dressingroom?

Ah, this certainly, old man!

Poor Kean! You really think our women

can last long with you?

Okay, okay.

Sign here that you agree.

Your women... Piff!

I know very well I'm nothing

alongside her, nothing!

Nothing alongside her husband,

who's a jellyfish.

Nothing alongside his peers,

or your peers!

All those who applaud me

and despise me,

to the point I no longer know

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