#comte de valois

[roehenstart]

St Louis, Bishop of Toulouse. He had been a Franciscan and died in 1297. Charles de Valois, who founded the Charterhouse of Bourg-Fontaine near Villers-Cotterêts. From a fresco painting on the main door of the church of this Charterhouse.

[unabashedqueenfury]

"Et cet amour est-il resté dans votre cœur?"

"On n'aime qu'une fois."

( Alexandre Dumas, from Le Comte di Monte-Cristo )

[tatsuma-forever]

rating random historical figures that appear in the rose of versailles by their names (+ their titles but in french for the drama):

Antoine-Louis-Marie de Gramont, duc de Guiche: wtf is a gramont. 4/10

Bernard Châtelet: like the dog? 2/10, -1 for the Rosalie situation

Charles-Philippe de France, comte d’Artois: would be better if it was just Philippe because one Charles is more than enough. 3/10

Charlotte de Polignac/Aglaé de Polignac, duchesse de Guiche: yeah i’d kill myself too if that was my name. 1/10

Christoph Willibald Gluck: 6/10

Honoré-Gabriel Riqueti de Mirabeau: sounds fake. 5/10

Jeanne de Valois-Saint-Rémy, comtesse de la Motte: remy like the rat!! 4/10

Yolande Martine Gabrielle de Polastron, comtesse puis duchesse de Polignac: holy moly. 6/10

Étienne-Charles de Loménie de Brienne: Étienne was the only good part. 3/10

Louis-Joseph Xavier François de France: goes pretty hard ngl. 8/10

Louis-Stanislas de France, comte de Provence, Louis XVIII: i’ve had enough Louis. i am done. 4/10

Marie-Thérèse Charlotte de France, duchesse d’Angoulême: mrs. Antoinette was not playing around with her kids names goddamn. Thérèse is a banger name. 7/10

Louis Marc Antoine Rétaux de Villette: another goddamn Louis. 4/10

Sophie Piper/Eva Sophie von Fersen: Sophie Piper sounds like the name of a mommy vlogger. 0/10

Stanislas Leszczynski, roi de Pologne, duc de Lorraine et de Bar: he’s literally mentioned once and never again, but holy shit, that’s definitely a name. 7/10

Rosalie Lamorlière: YEAAHHHHH LET’S GO. ROSALIE LAMORLIÈRE WAHOOOO!!!! 11/10!!!!

[opera-simplified]

Opera Simplified #7: Les Huguenots—Part I

Les Huguenots

(The Huguenots)

Opera Simplified #7

The Basics:

Music: Giacomo Meyerbeer

Libretto: Augustin Eugène Scribe and Émile de Saint-Amand Deschamps

Premiere: February 29, 1836; Salle Le Peletier (Opéra national de Paris), Paris, France.

Based on: No direct source material except history, although some scenes (but not the overall plot) are likely very loosely based on scenes from Prosper Mérimée’s 1829 novel Chronique du règne du Charles IX (Chronicle of the Reign of Charles IX).

Setting: The French province of Touraine (Acts I-II) and Paris, France (Acts III-V); August 1572.

Characters:

Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France, sister of King Charles IX, and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre—soprano

Urbain, her favorite page—soprano*

Valentine de Saint-Bris, her favorite lady-in-waiting—soprano*

Raoul de Nangis, a Huguenot nobleman—tenor

Marcel, his servant and formerly grandfather’s ward, also a seasoned soldier—bass

Le Comte de Saint-Bris, Valentine’s father, leader of the Catholic noble faction, and governor of the Louvre—bass-baritone

Le Comte de Nevers, Valentine’s fiancé, a Catholic nobleman—baritone

Tavannes, also a Catholic nobleman—tenor

Cossé, another Catholic nobleman—tenor

Thoré, yet another Catholic nobleman—tenor

de Retz, still another Catholic nobleman—baritone

Méru, there are way too many extra Catholic noblemen in this opera—baritone

Maurevert, *sigh* ditto except he’s a Special Plotting One in Act III—baritone

Léonard, Nevers’ valet—tenor**

Bois-Rosé, a Huguenot captain—tenor

A nightwatchman—bass

A Catholic student—tenor

Two ladies-in-waiting—sopranos

Two Catholic girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano

Two Roma girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano

Three monks—tenor and two basses

Henri de Bourbon, the Huguenot King of Navarre and Marguérite’s eventual husband—silent

*Note: While Urbain and Valentine were intended to be sung by sopranos, both roles have a history of being cast with mezzo-sopranos, although this is much more extensive in the case of Urbain than of Valentine.

**In some productions and recordings, Léonard is turned into a trouser role mezzo.

A Note Before I Recommend Recordings: The performance and recording history of this opera is…exceedingly complicated. A lot of this is due to a combination of there being LOTS of revisions and cuts over the years, including large chunks of music cut before the premiere, parts of which have since been restored. A critical edition was prepared approximately a decade ago; however, the score/libretto still has not been made available to the general public (possibly because there are some differences in the scenes from original to premiere) and no full recording—either audio or visual—has been made of said edition (although someone did splice together a recording from multiple recordings that comes very close and which was instrumental in the making of this Opera Simplified.)

Further adding to the problem is that while several productions in the last decade have been either audio or visual recorded, all of them use different pieces of the critical edition and none of them are complete or add up to a complete reading. As such, yours truly is working with as much material as she can but this Opera Simplified is not and cannot be truly complete. 

[Last note: this also means that while I have done my very best to provide clips that are as complete as possible, a) the level of completeness of any given excerpt may vary and b) some of the clips will overlap.]

Recommended Video Recordings:

The Sydney 1990 production is rather heavily cut but great for a first-timer (source: this recording is what made me fall in love with this opera). Also, this is actually a recording of Dame Joan Sutherland’s final ever full staged performance of any opera, so this is opera history.

The Montpellier 1990 production is an excellent and much-less cut traditional option as well.

The Brussels 2011 (Part I; Part II) and Geneva 2020 productions are both somewhat “out there” direction wise (the latter more than the former) but both are excellent shows overall.

The Paris 2018 production is worth a watch if only for Lisette Oropesa as Marguérite (although that cast is for the most part very good).

Recommended Audio Recordings:

If you can find the Diederich Montpellier 1988 recording, a) snap it up ASAP and b) PLEASE SEND IT TO ME because it was online for a while but then it disappeared and it hasn’t been available for streaming ANYWHERE online for over three years now.

The Bonynge 1970 recording is overall quite good, except the Raoul isn’t great.

This audio recording of a Berlin 2016 performance is overall very good (Juan Diego Flórez as Raoul!!!), although I’m still mad at the Deutsche Oper Berlin for not filming this production.

This Vienna 1971 performance is VERY heavily cut but what we have is really good.

And if you love balls-to-the-wall singing and don’t care about pesky things like French language and style or cuts (no judgment here though, we all need some straight up balls-to-the-wall sometimes) this legendary La Scala 1962 recording is nothing to scoff at.

Shoutout to @carlodivarga-s and @monotonous-minutia for being the best readers/idea-bouncer-offers a writer could’ve ever asked for.

The Opera, Very Simplified: “Way out yonder somewheres, the Lord’s great heart must break at seein’ how men treat one another an’ say they’re doin’ it all for His sake.” -Carlisle Floyd, Susannah, Act I, Scene 5

(btw if you haven’t seen or listened to Susannah, go do so asap. Here’s a recording with Cheryl Studer, Samuel Ramey, and Jerry Hadley.)

ACTUALLY, I lied when I said this was the last note. One more note:

If you are reading this Opera Simplified on the date of its publication, you are reading it on August 24, 2022 (at least in Paris time, which is 7 hours ahead of the author’s time zone). This is deliberate, and you will learn the reason why before too long.

THE OPERA (or at least the first three acts of it):

Overture **

ACT I:

Here’s a quick introduction to the French Wars of Religion up until when our story begins.

Early afternoon, a hall in the summer chateau of the Comte de Nevers in Touraine. At the back are several large windows opening onto a lawn and gardens. On the right is a door leading to the rest of the house; on the left is a window covered by a light curtain, which separates the hall from a private chapel. Nevers is hosting his bachelor party, to which he has invited several other Catholic noblemen.

Nevers: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oh, you want me to say that more eloquently? Okay, fine. Let’s enjoy the beautiful days of our youth, let’s be joyful, let’s get drunk, let’s enjoy these moments because time is flying by and soon we won’t be able to have these moments again!

Nobles: YEAH WHAT HE SAID BECAUSE TIME IS FLYING BY FAST

Nevers: Let’s dedicate our lives to fun and frivolousness and forget EVERYTHING except pleasure!!!

Nobles: YEAH WHAT HE SAID LET’S FORGET EVERYTHING

Nevers: Everything except pleasure.

Nobles: YEAH YOU’RE RIGHT WHAT YOU SAID EVERYTHING EXCEPT PLEASURE

Nevers: Are you all just going to keep repeating everything I say?

Nobles: …maybe.

Nevers: Well, then, at least we’re all in agreement! Say it with me!

Nevers and Nobles: LET’S ENJOY THE BEAUTIFUL DAYS OF YOUTH AND HAVE FUN BECAUSE TIME IS FLYING BY FAST SO LET’S DEDICATE OUR LIVES TO FUN AND FORGET EVERYTHING EXCEPT PLEASURE

Tavannes: Our most generous, esteemed host and lord of this enchanting place, dear Nevers…hello?

WHY THE FUCK AREN’T WE EATING YET I’M HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Nobles: US TOO SO WHY AREN’T WE SITTING DOWN TO EAT YET

Nevers: We’re still waiting on a guest. We have to be civilized, yes?

Nobles: Who is it?

Nevers: He’s a young gentleman who just got a commission to join our military forces. He got a recommendation from Admiral Coligny— ***

Nobles: WAIT WAIT WAIT HE’S A HUGUENOT?!?!

Nevers: Well, yes. But remember: the King is reconciling with the Huguenots and he wants everyone else to do the same. Admiral Coligny and the Medicis even swore before God to have eternal peace between Catholics and Protestants. 

So be nice.

Tavannes: That peace won’t last long!

Nobles: Not long at all!

Nevers: What does all this matter to us anyway?

*Raoul enters through the back and the nobles all see him.*

Tavannes: Who’s that person coming from over there?

Nevers: That’s our guest. Everyone, meet Raoul de Nangis. 

Thoré: He seems gloomy…

Méru: …Or bored!

Tavannes: That’s just what happens when you’re Protestant! All that dogma and absolutely no fun.

De Retz: I’d like to amuse myself with him!

Nevers: And I’d like to convert him!

Tavannes: You want to convert him?

Nevers: I want to convert him to the true gods, love and pleasure!

…What did you think I meant, Catholicism?

Nobles: Well, yes. BUT CONVERTING HIM TO LOVE AND PLEASURE IS A MUCH BETTER IDEA

*Raoul and Nevers greet each other.*

Raoul: Hello! I just have to say, what an honor it is for little old me to be here beneath this beautiful Touraine sky, in the company of the most brilliant and distinguished gentlemen the court has to offer! I’m just a simple soldier from the provinces and basically no one important knows me, so really, what an honor to be invited here with all of you!

Nevers: *softly* Really, everyone, he’s not bad at all…

Cossé: He’s very nice!

Tavannes: But he’s so awkward; you can obviously tell he’s from the provinces.

Nevers: But we’ll polish him up and he’ll surely improve!

Cossé: YES WE WILL

Nevers: After all, this is a favor to the court of the new Prince Henri! ****

Raoul: I’m just a simple soldier from the provinces and basically no one important knows me, so really, what an honor to be invited here with all of you!

Nevers: Really, he’s not bad, and we’ll polish him up, make a society man out of him!

Nobles: Yeah, what you said! He’s quite decent! 

Raoul: WHAT AN HONOR IT IS

Nevers: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LET’S EAT

Nobles: WOOHOO FUCKIN FINALLY COME ON LET’S EAT

*A table overflowing with food and wine is brought in. Everyone sits down to eat.*

Nobles: WE LOVE FEASTS THEY ARE THE ONLY TRUE HAPPINESS BECAUSE THEY’LL NEVER LET YOU DOWN ALSO DRINK UP EVERYONE AND LET BACCHUS ALONE RULE THE FEAST

Nevers and Méru: Pour out the wines…

Nobles: …of Touraine!

Tavannes and Cossé: Wine causes us…

Nobles: …TO SING HAPPY SONGS

Tavannes and Cossé: And let’s drown…

Nobles: …our woes…

Tavannes and Cossé: …and our discretions…

Nobles: …by getting drunk! EVERYBODY SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

Nevers, Méru, Tavannes, and Cossé: YEAH LET’S GET WASTED AND SING SONGS AND FORGET ALL OUR PROBLEMS AND OUR DISCRETIONS WOOHOO

Everyone: THE PLEASURES OF THE TABLE WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN ANYWAY LET’S GET WASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

*Everyone except Raoul is now probably at least a little drunk.*

Nevers: Servants, remember to pour the wine generously! And get some fresh wine in here!

Alright, Raoul, let’s drink to our mistresses!

Raoul: Um…but I don’t have a mistress.

Nevers: But I’d bet just by looking at you, and that tender and languid look on your face, that you’re in loooooooooooove.

Raoul: Who, me? In love?

Nevers: It’s more likely than you think. Besides, we’re young and free, we’re allowed to love! Not me for much longer though. I’m getting married tomorrow and technically this is actually my bachelor party. I’ve promised: when I get married, I’ll remain good and faithful, I’ll renounce all passion…

And since the day it got out that I was engaged, the ladies of the court have been pursuing me even more relentlessly! I simply can’t keep up with all of them!

Tavannes: I HAVE AN IDEA LET’S ALL TELL STORIES ABOUT GIRLS WE’VE KNOWN

Nevers: That’s a great idea! Newcomer goes first.

Nobles: THAT’S HOW IT GOES AFTER ALL

Raoul: Very well, gladly. I can do it without compromising the woman who’s stolen my heart.

Nevers: SO I WAS RIGHT anyway, before you start, who is she?

Raoul: Here’s the thing: I have no idea. I think she knows who I am, but I have no clue about her, actually.

Nevers: What’s her name?

Raoul: I don’t even know that.

Nevers: Really??? OKAY EVERYONE LISTEN UP THIS STORY IS BOUND TO BE REALLY SPICY

Raoul: SO, I was just wandering around the countryside, not far from the old towers and ramparts of Amboise, when suddenly I saw this grand carriage at a bend in the road. But the real thing that caught my attention was that the carriage had been stopped by this big crowd of students!

They were being so loud and bold and rude, and I figured out right away what they were trying to pull with that, so I started running towards them, and they all fled like the cowards they were! And then I approached the carriage so I could check and make sure that whoever was inside was okay…

And then…with my own two eyes, I saw the most enchanting person to have ever graced the world! So fair, so pure—even purer than a spring day—she was a dazzling angel! How beautiful she was! And I was in love right away…I couldn’t help but bow before her, and I remember just what I said to her:

“Beautiful angel, queen of love, heavenly beauty, I want to love you forever, I will love you forever!”

Nobles: WHAT A CHARMING STORY BUT TBH IT’S KINDA LAME THAT HE’D BE SO ENCHANTED AND WEAK AND NAIVE BECAUSE OF TWO PRETTY EYES

Raoul: BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE

When she heard me pour my heart out to her, she smiled the sweetest smile in the world, and it told me she felt the same way! And I could see it in her eyes too…

I’m faithful to her, and my heart still burns for her, and sometimes I repeat those same words to myself and remember:

“Beautiful angel, queen of love, heavenly beauty, I want to love you forever, I will love you forever!”

Nobles: HIS FORTHRIGHTNESS AND HIS STORY ARE CHARMING BUT BUT TBH IT’S KINDA LAME THAT HE’D BE SO ENCHANTED AND WEAK AND NAIVE BECAUSE OF TWO PRETTY EYES SOME LOVE THIS MUST BE

Raoul: AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU

*Marcel appears in the doorway at the back.*

Tavannes: Uh, who’s that?

Raoul: This is an old servant of mine—he’s been around since I was born!

Marcel: WHERE’S RAOUL

*One of the guests points to Raoul.*

(Oh God! He’s mingling with them?)

MASTER, GOD TELLS US TO NOT FEAST WITH THE WICKED

Méru: Ha, he’s a true saint of Israel!

Marcel: IN THE CAMP OF THE PHILISTINES

Nevers and Nobles: Excuse you?

Raoul: Sorry, everyone; please forgive him! My grandfather took him in and raised him up on Luther between a sword and the Bible! So he’s…a bit zealous. He hates women. And the Pope. And Hell.

Marcel: THAT’S EXACTLY RIGHT

Raoul: But really, he’s great—faithful, heroic, and a sensitive soul at heart. In short, he’s a true diamond in the rough!

*He pulls Marcel aside and whispers to him.*

Come wait on us and be quiet. 

*Marcel opens his mouth to reply, but Raoul cuts him off.*

Be quiet if at all possible! Seriously, Marcel, please don’t embarrass me in front of all my potential frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeends.

Marcel: Very well, fine!

*Raoul returns to the table.*

(But how can I save him from them?)

Nevers, Méru, and de Retz: LET’S TOAST TO OUR MISTRESSES

Raoul, Tavannes, and Cossé: A TOAST TO THE SOLE OBJECT OF MY AFFECTIONS

Marcel: ENOUGH OF THIS LUTHER COME SAVE HIM FROM EVIL AND COME MIX YOUR VOICE OF THUNDER WITH THEIR HELLISH SONGS

*He begins to sing.*

O LORD YOU ARE THE STRENGTH AND ONLY SUPPORT OF US WEAK SOULS WHO WORSHIP YOU… *****

*Nevers offers Raoul a glass of wine.*

Nevers: Here, drink, it’ll—

Raoul: No!

*He lowers his eyes and nervously sets down the glass.*

Marcel: …AND NO SUFFERING CHRISTIAN EVER CALLS UPON YOU IN VAIN!

Méru: What’s he singing?

Raoul: That’s a Lutheran hymn we always sing in times of danger.

Marcel: O LORD THE ETERNAL TEMPTER IS ARMING HIMSELF WITH CUNNING AND WRATH TO DESTROY US SO COME SAVE US ONCE AGAIN O LORD

Cossé: Wait! The more I look at him, the more he reminds me of a certain soldier from La Rochelle—******

Marcel: Really? You recognize me?

Cossé: By God, I think so!

*He gestures to a scar he has and Marcel looks at it.*

This large wound—

Marcel: YUP THAT CAME FROM ME

Raoul: Oh God, Marcel!

Cossé: No worries! It was a true fair fight! And to prove it, I offer you this: have a glass with me!

Marcel: I do not drink, thank you very much.

Cossé: At least not with a son of Hell, eh?

Raoul: I’M SO SORRY PLEASE EXCUSE HIM

Nevers: Well, if he doesn’t drink, then let him sing!

Raoul: I really don’t think that’s a good idea—

Nobles: HE HAS TO SING LET HIM SING

Marcel: Gladly! I’ll sing an old Huguenot song denouncing all Papists and members of that damnable sex!

All of you, especially you with that wound I gave you, should know it: it’s our battle song, the one we sang during the fighting at La Rochelle!

Raoul: MARCEL! Oh, for fu—uh, fiddlesticks—great.

Marcel: You remember? It was then, to the accompaniment of the drums and the cymbals and the piff, paff, poof of the musket balls, that I sang:

Piff, paff, piff, paff!

DOWN WITH THE MONKS AND CONVENTS AND WAR AND MISFORTUNE TO ALL PAPISTS BECAUSE WE’LL PURGE THEIR TEMPLES OF HELL WITH FIRE AND SWORD CRUSH THEM AND STAB THEM AND STRIKE THEM ALL DOWN PIFF PAFF POOF PIFF

Let them cry, let them die, but never show mercy!

Nobles: HAHAHAHAHA ADMIRE HIS SWEET NATURE AND FORGIVE US HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Tavannes and Cossé: Oh, please do forgive us! Ha ha!

Marcel: …Is this some sort of joke to you?

SECOND VERSE NOT THE SAME AS THE FIRST A LITTLE BIT LOUDER AND A LITTLE BIT WORSE

MY ARM NEVER EVEN TREMBLED WHEN WOMEN WEPT BECAUSE ALL WOMEN ARE DELILAHS WHO CAUSE THE RUIN OF MEN’S SOULS SO CURSE THEM ALL AND LET’S DESTROY THEIR HELLISH CHARMS WITH OUR SWORDS AND DRIVE THEM OUT AND HUNT THEM DOWN AND STRIKE DOWN THOSE DEMONS PIFF PAFF POOF PIFF

Let them cry, let them die, but never show mercy!

*Léonard, Nevers’ valet, appears at the back with a veiled woman. The woman disappears into the gardens and Léonard enters the hall.*

Léonard: There’s someone who has requested to speak to the Count de Nevers!

Nevers: I DON’T CARE WHO IT IS EVEN IF IT’S THE KING HIMSELF TELL THEM I’M NOT HOME

When I’m drinking and dining with all my friends, I don’t even care about the God of the universe!

Marcel: THAT’S CALLED BLASPHEMY AND THAT’S NOT ALLOWED IN THE CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER

Léonard: But sir, it’s a pretty, young woman!

Nevers: A WOMAN??? Goodness me, really, you all would not believe the lengths the ladies go to chase me every single day! 

Léonard: She’s waiting in your private chapel.

Nevers: Let her wait!

Tavannes and Cossé: THAT’S NOT RIGHT AT ALL I’LL GO REPLACE YOU LIKE A TRUE GENTLEMAN OF THE COURT

de Retz and Méru: NO I WILL

Nevers: I’d gladly let you! But wait: Léonard, which one is she? The Marquise d’Entrague or that young Countess?

Léonard: Um, neither.

Nevers: Oh! Madame de Raincy, then?

Léonard: No, my lord, I’ve actually never seen this one here before.

Nevers: A NEW CONQUEST! Well, that changes things; after all, today is my last day as a bachelor. I’ll go see her right away…if only out of curiosity! 

Dear guests, please excuse me. Continue to enjoy yourselves and don’t hold up the party just because I’m gone for a bit. Though passion means I’m absent for a little while, I’m sure I’ll be back with all of you before long, if you know what I mean. Have fun, everyone! 

*He leaves through the back door with Léonard.*

Tavannes: What a delightfully strange thing to happen at a party!

de Retz: Surely he’ll have the best time of us all!

Nobles: What a delightfully strange happening! Everything is turning out great for him and surely he’ll have the best time of us all! We have to remain quiet about it so he doesn’t overhear us, but how I wish I was the hero of this escapade!

Tavannes and Thoré: HOW I WISH I WAS THE HERO

Nobles: WE WISH WE WERE THE ONES GETTING VISITED BY PRETTY LADIES

*Marcel pulls Raoul aside and begins to scold him for coming to the party and fraternizing with the Catholics. As a result, neither of them are able to hear anything else going on.*

de Retz: But who is that beauty he’s talking to?

Cossé: I, for one, would like to know!

Méru and Cossé: Can’t we even get close enough to see her?

Tavannes: WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA AND IT’S FOOLPROOF so they’re in that private chapel, right? Right. See, there’s a window covered by that light curtain and it looks right into the chapel—

Nobles: THAT’S THE BEST IDEA EVER

Tavannes: I HAD THE IDEA I GET TO LOOK FIRST

*He parts the curtain enough to be able to look into the window.*

de Retz: TELL US WHAT YOU SEE

Tavannes: I SEE HER

Cossé: Is she pretty?

Tavannes: SHE’S HOT

*The nobles all run to the window and start pushing each other to get a look at the window.*

de Retz: MY TURN

Cossé: I SEE HER

Thoré: SHE’S DIVINE

Méru: SHE HAS SUCH AN ELEGANT FIGURE

Tavannes: Do you know her?

Méru: NOPE

Cossé: How about you?

de Retz: ALSO NOPE

Tavannes: How about you?

Cossé: ALSO ALSO NOPE

Nobles: LET ME SEE HEY NO PUSHING IT’S MY TURN DO ANY OF YOU KNOW HER BECAUSE WE SURE AS FUCK DON’T WELL I GUESS NONE OF US KNOW HER BUT SHE’S SO CHARMING AND YOUTHFUL AND NEVERS MUST BE SO HAPPY TO HAVE SUCH A PRETTY MISTRESS

*de Retz notices that Raoul has been completely oblivious to all of this.*

de Retz: Huh! Raoul, you’re the only one who hasn’t even shown the slightest hint of interest! Awe you scawed? 

Do you think that seeing such a pretty young woman will somehow make you betray your faith, like how chaste all you Huguenot men are?

Raoul: Very funny. But really, you judge us too highly, and I’ll go ahead and prove it to you right now—

*He looks in the window.*

OH MY GOD 

Nobles: What’s the matter?

Raoul: THAT WOMAN IS THE SAME WOMAN I WAS TELLING YOU ALL ABOUT EARLIER MY LIFE IS OVER

Nobles: It’s HER?!?!

Raoul: I RECOGNIZE HER PLAIN AS DAY

Nobles: It’s her??? Ah, poor lover, in his naïveté, he believed she was a pure woman, but she’s already someone else’s mistress! Ha!

Raoul: Oh, come on! I loved her, but she is another’s mistress…she only deserves contempt! This is all too much!

Nobles: THE POOR MAN WAS SO NAIVE AND SHE’S ANOTHER MAN’S MISTRESS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Raoul: THAT SLUT CAME HERE FOR ANOTHER MAN THIS HURTS TOO MUCH I CAN’T BEAR IT LET’S GO

Marcel: THAT SLUT CAME HERE FOR ANOTHER MAN ALMIGHTY GOD COULD YOU REALLY SIT BY AND WATCH THIS OUTRAGEOUS SIN WITHOUT UNLEASHING YOUR WRATH??? LET’S GO

*Raoul rushes towards the back in an attempt to leave the room and head for the chapel to confront Nevers, but the nobles run after him and grab him.*

Méru: EVERYONE SHUT UP I CAN HEAR THEM WHICH MEANS THAT NEVERS IS COMING BACK SO ACT LIKE WE WEREN’T JUST SPYING ON HIM

Nobles: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LET’S GO THEN

*Everyone hides. Nevers reappears in the garden with the veiled woman, escorting her by the hand. He respectfully bids her farewell and she leaves. Nevers then re-enters the hall, oblivious to the guests gradually coming out of hiding; in turn, the guests are oblivious to him.*

Nevers: IT’S LITCHRALLY ONE (1) DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING AND I HAVE TO BREAK OFF THIS MARRIAGE

It’s all so strange: Marguérite de Valois told her favorite lady-in-waiting that she should do this, something about “political matters” and “other arrangements”. And that favorite lady-in-waiting also just so happens to be my fiancée! Well, ex-fiancée, I guess. But she came here, by herself, in secret, to ask me to break off the engagement the day before the wedding!

Well, she didn’t have much of a say in the engagement in the first place because her father forced her into it, so there’s that. Of course, I’m nothing if not a gentleman, and I agreed to break up with her…but I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t suck when it very much does.

Nobles: WE DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING YOU JUST SAID SO HURRAY FOR THE MAN WHO CONQUERS ALL WOMEN EVERYONE LOVES HIM AND LOVE ONLY HAS BEAUTIFUL THINGS FOR HIM SO HURRAY FOR HIM

*Urbain enters from the back.*

Nevers: What are you looking for?

Urbain: HI EVERYONE!!! Hi to you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and ALL you noble gentlemen!!!

Anyway, this wise noblewoman who would be the envy of kings—and I promise I’m not just saying that because I have a crush on her like come on who has a crush on their boss definitely not me that’s weird—gave me this letter,

*He pulls out a sealed letter.*

which is for one of the gentlemen in this room. I won’t say who yet because that takes all the fun out of it, but I will say that no one has ever had such honor and glory and fortune as the man to whom this letter is addressed! And this isn’t a prank either, so don’t worry about that. 

Well, hello again to all of you! And may God protect you!

Nevers: Sometimes being so overqualified can be so draining, but oh well. Everyone, remember this: we can’t avoid the blows Fortune deals us…

Very well, then, give me the letter.

Urbain: Hi! Are you Raoul de Nangis?

Nevers: WAIT WHAT

Urbain: This letter is for Raoul de Nangis. 

Nobles: WAIT WHAT

Marcel: *pointing out Raoul* Raoul de Nangis? That’s my master and he’s right here!

Raoul: For me? There must be some mistake. I’m practically a nobody here; I don’t know anyone in the area who would be even remotely interested in me…

Urbain: And yet, there’s no mistake. This is for you.

*He hands the letter to Raoul, who opens and reads it aloud.*

Raoul: “Raoul, come to the old tower at sunset. Let yourself be led there, blindfolded. Be discreet. Do not ask questions. Do not say anything about this to anyone else. Do only as you are told. Are you brave enough to do this?” 

No signature. Hmm. I see someone wants to have a good laugh at my expense. It could cost me dearly. You know what? Very well! I accept.

*He holds out the letter to Nevers.*

Read it yourself.

*Nevers takes the letter and immediately gasps.*

Nevers: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

*He hands the letter off to Méru. The nobles each take a turn looking at the letter.*

Méru: WHOA THIS IS SHOCKING

Cossé: IT’S HER CREST

Tavannes: LOOK THAT’S THE SEAL SHE USES

Nobles: IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING YUP IT’S HER HANDWRITING 

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU GUYS LOOKS LIKE RAOUL’S GONNA WIN THE PRIZE

Raoul: …Who are you all talking about?

*The nobles all decide to kiss up to Raoul.*

Nevers: Raoul, you know that I am your devoted, tender friend—

Méru: If you need someone to serve you or defend you—

*The nobles begin pushing each other around and jostling for Raoul’s attention.*

de Retz: You can always count on us—

Cossé: If you need someone to serve you or defend you—

Tavannes: If you need someone to serve you or defend you—

Nevers and the Nobles: YOU CAN RELY ON US BECAUSE WE’LL TOTALLY ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIENDS YOU’VE PROMISED ME SO REMEMBER THAT AND PLEASE DON’T FORGET US LATER

Urbain: *imitating the nobles* YEAH WE’LL TOTALLY ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIENDS YOU’VE PROMISED ME SO REMEMBER THAT AND PLEASE DON’T FORGET US LATER

Raoul: Wow…this is all so sudden and unexpected…Good Lord, what should I do?

Nevers and the Nobles: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU WANT

Tavannes: Everything…

Nobles: Everything!

Marcel: Everything?

Urbain: EVERYTHING!!!

*He takes Raoul by the arm and leads him to one side.*

Pleasures, honors, power…all your wildest dreams are about to come true! Be bold! Remember, power always belongs to the one who knows how to take it!

*Nevers in turn takes Raoul by the arm and pulls him in the opposite direction.*

Nevers: Things are looking up for you! Beauty calls! And remember, power always belongs to the one who knows how to take it!

Urbain, Nevers, and the Nobles: YUP THAT’S RIGHT SO YOU SHOULD DO WHAT THE LETTER SAYS

Marcel: (Would you look at that! They’re treating him so differently now! Hypocrites, the lot of them.)

Raoul: Pleasures? Honors? All my wildest dreams are about to come true? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE

Urbain, Nevers, and the Nobles: YEAH BUT WE’RE NOT GONNA TELL YOU

Raoul and Marcel: I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

Marcel: HURRAH WE PRAISE THEE O LORD SAMSON HAS DEFEATED THE PHILISTINES

Raoul: ALL MY WILDEST DREAMS ARE APPARENTLY ABOUT TO COME TRUE I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

Urbain, Nevers, and the Nobles: YEAH THEY ARE SO YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT

*Nevers signals some servants to bring in wine, and everyone raises a toast to Raoul.*

A TOAST TO YOU RAOUL AND TO YOUR HEALTH AND TO ETERNAL SUCCESS AND LUCK FOR THIS CONQUEROR OF WOMEN 

GO GO GO LOVE AND HONOR ARE WAITING FOR YOU GOODBYE AND DON’T BE AFRAID EVERYTHING WILL BE ABSOLUTELY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AMAZING

*A group of masked men appears at the back. One of the men presents a blindfold to Raoul, who puts it on. Marcel tries to keep Raoul from leaving, but Urbain leads Raoul and the masked men away.*

Notes

ACT II:

Later the same day, in the gardens of the Chateau de Chenonceaux. The chateau, which is built on a bridge, is seen in the distance. The Loire River meanders in curved lines throughout, occasionally disappearing behind clumps of trees. On the right is a wide stone staircase leading from the chateau to the gardens. Marguérite de Valois sits in the gardens, surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting and several pages, including Urbain.

Marguérite: ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF BY DOING A TRAVEL COMMERCIAL FOR THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF TOURAINE

We have cheerful gardens! We have green fountains! We have gentle brooks that barely make any noise and are PERFECT for dreaming next to! And I know this because I just abso-fuckin-lately LOVE to sit by the water and dream, and dream, and dream…

We have beautiful woods! We have shadowy shores! AND I REALLY HOPE THEY HIDE ME SO THAT THE STORMS OF THE WORLD NEVER REACH ME AND I CAN JUST BE HAPPY HERE FOREVER

Anyway, where was I? Right, here in the beautiful land of Touraine we have cheerful gardens, green fountains, gentle brooks that barely make any noise and are perfect for dreaming next to, and I know this because I just love to sit by the water and dream…and dream…and dream!

Now as for this whole religious war business: these religious disputes do nothing but drown the earth in blood! And these ministers like Luther and Calvin, who terrify us with their austere morality in Heaven’s name! To hell with all of it!

Marguérite, Urbain, and Two Ladies-in-Waiting: THIS IS A NEGATIVITY-FREE ZONE SO NEGATIVITY DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING HERE AFTER ALL UNDER MARGUÉRITE’S RULE OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PAY HOMAGE TO THE GOD OF LOVE

Marguérite: All I want is for everything around us to echo our love songs every day so we hear them again!

Urbain and the Ladies-in-Waiting: And they’ve learned our love songs!

Everyone: WE LOVE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

Marguérite: LISTEN THE BIRDS HAVE LEARNED TO ECHO OUR LOVE SONGS AND THEY SING THEM IN THE AIR AND THE TURTLEDOVES COO OUR SONGS UNTIL THE SOUND DIES ON THE WAVES OF LOOOOOOOOOOVE

Urbain and Ladies-in-Waiting: ALL NEGATIVE THINGS AND ENERGIES ARE BANNED FROM THIS COURT FOREVER BECAUSE THAT’S TOTALLY REALISTIC AND ALSO OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PAY HOMAGE TO THE GOD OF LOVE

Marguérite: WHAT Y’ALL SAID ALSO UNDER MY RULE WE ONLY LIVE AND BREATHE TO SMILE AT THE GOD OF LOVE

At just the mention of love, nature is reborn! The birds repeat it in the shadows of the trees, the stream even repeats it too, the earth, the waves, the earth—did I already say that? anyway—, even the heavens themselves repeat our songs of love!

Marguérite, Urbain, and the Ladies-in-Waiting: Earth and heaven alike repeat ALL our love songs!!!

Marguérite: THEY’LL EVEN REPEAT MY INSANELY DIFFICULT COLORATURA FLOURISHEEEEEEEEEEES AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Everyone Else [including, probably, the audience]: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OUIIIIIIIIIIIIIII BRAVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

Urbain: Indeed, our queen is so lovely! Alas…what a pity!

Marguérite: What’s the matter with you?

Urbain: I’m only a PAGE! A discreet, faithful, obedient, forgettable PAGE! 

Marguérite: Well, I’m sure that the ladies-in-waiting would disagree.

*Valentine appears at the top of the staircase.*

Who’s coming from up there? Go look!

Urbain: IT’S YOUR PRETTIEST LADY-IN-WAITING

…not like I have a crush on either of you or anything.

Marguérite: Oh, I know who you mean! Valentine! Valentine, come here, don’t tremble in fear!

Urbain: Everything for Valentine, Marguérite’s favorite, wink winky wink wink wink wink.

Marguérite: And what of it? Besides, I’ve seen the pain in her heart, and tears are always able to move me.

Urbain: Then I’ll never laugh again!

Marguérite: Come here, dear Valentine, have courage! Tell me: how did the trip to Nevers’ go?

Valentine: Nevers has sworn by his honor to renounce my hand in marriage.

Marguérite: Good! Then everything falls right into place, and soon, I promise you, we’ll have another marriage—

Valentine: Oh God! What are you saying?

Marguérite: Poor child, you’re blushing! 

*Valentine nervously lowers her eyes.*

You truly love Raoul?

Valentine: Well…but I mustn’t…what about my father?

Marguérite: Be calm! I’ll talk to him and get everything sorted.

Valentine: Okay, but what about Raoul?

Marguérite: You’re overthinking this. Besides, I’ve invited him to come here—

Valentine: OH GOD I’D NEVER DARE TO—

Marguérite: Really? Really, never, Valentine? Well, it’s okay. I know how you are. I’ll talk to him for you.

*One of the ladies-in-waiting steps forward.*

A Lady-in-Waiting: IT’S REALLY HOT OUT HERE SO LET’S ALL SIT IN THE SHADE AND GO BATHING IN THE RIVER ESPECIALLY BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW OUR HIGHNESS CAN GET REALLY OVERHEATED

*Several of the ladies-in-waiting head off behind the trees to bathe in the river. Others, dressed in gauzy robes, dance, play, and run after each other. Marguérite watches contentedly, sitting on the grass. Urbain spies on the women from behind a tree.*

Ladies-in-Waiting: IT’S HOT AS HELL OUT HERE BUT LET’S GO IN THE SHADE AND THE WATER SO WE CAN BE COOL AND REFRESH OURSELVES

Marguérite: Thank you all for your care and…

URBAIN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BEHIND THAT TREE

*The women flee as Urbain comes out from behind the tree.*

Urbain: Who, me? Absolutely nothing! Nothing but waiting for Madame’s orders—

Marguérite: I forgot all about you! In fact, I almost mistook you for one of the ladies!

Urbain: (Gender fluidity achieved!)

Marguérite: GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT

Urbain: But I don’t wannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I just came here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right nooooooooooooooow

*He reluctantly leaves as the women’s voices waft in from the direction of the river.*

Ladies-in-Waiting: It’s so hot out here but let’s go in the shade and bathe in the river so we can refresh ourselves…

*The women finish their bathing and return. Urbain reappears at the top of the staircase.*

Marguérite: URBAIN DIDN’T I JUST TELL YOU LIKE TWO MINUTES AGO TO LEAVE

Urbain: BUT MADAME THERE’S A GENTLEMAN HERE

Valentine and Ladies-in-Waiting: A MAN?!?!?!

Urbain: CALM DOWN EVERYONE LISTEN TO MY STORY IT’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS **

*The ladies-in-waiting gather around.*

No, seriously! I bet none of you have ever heard anything like what this page is about to tell you! And the village girls who saw it happen are never gonna forget it.

Picture this: you’re just goin’ about your business like any other day when all of a sudden, you see this guy, and he’s blindfolded! And he’s being led through town with all these fancy-looking guys surrounding him, right? Right. 

And he’s practically gliding on thin air and everyone’s crowding around and watching him and being like “Who is he?” and “Where’s he going?” and “Why’s he going?” And everyone is chattering and it’s all confusion and FUN! You’ve never seen anything like it!

Some Ladies-in-Waiting: SHUT UP THAT’S SO FUCKIN FUNNY but we don’t know what’s going on there so let’s keep it on the down-low and not unpack that. BUT IT HAS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING TO DO WITH LOVE BECAUSE OUR COURT IS ALL ABOUT LOVE

Other Ladies-in-Waiting: HMM WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOIN’ ON THERE BUT IT’S OBVIOUSLY ONE OF THOSE LITTLE TRICKS THE GOD OF LOVE PLAYS BECAUSE HE HOLDS HIS COURT HERE

Urbain: He can’t see a thing! He’s just feeling his way along, his neck stretched out as far as it can go, and the kids tease him with their grubby little hands, and their sisters throw him flowers!

Ladies-in-Waiting: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Urbain: No, seriously! I bet none of you have ever heard anything like what this page is about to tell you! And the village girls who saw it happen are never gonna forget it.

What a beautiful, fun procession it is—a blindfolded gentleman surrounded by village girls!

Ladies-in-Waiting: THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

Urbain: LOOK IT’S APPROACHING THE CHATEAU RIGHT NOW HERE IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Ladies-in-Waiting: THERE’S THE GENTLEMAN THERE HE ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Marguérite: That’s Raoul de Nangis.

Urbain: Our mysterious hero of this little tale!

Valentine: NOPE I’M TOO ANXIOUS FOR THIS I NEED TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY

Marguérite: I want you to stay here!

*Raoul, still blindfolded, appears at the top of the staircase with some village girls, who bring him down the staircase. The ladies-in-waiting, except Valentine, gather around him.*

Ladies-in-Waiting: EVERYONE SHUT UP THERE HE IS awwww but we can’t resist talking about him because JUST LOOK AT HIM he’s trembling the poor boy is probably so frightened IT’S SO CHARMING 

If only he knew the “danger” he was in—because being surrounded by scantily clad ladies is apparently dangerous—he would be all too happy! But his oath as a cavalier and that little blindfold protects us from his wandering eyes! 

…We don’t know why we’re joking about that, but anyway. Maybe it’s just because we’re relieved that he can’t spy on us, so we can have fun instead of worrying. Don’t read into it too much.

Urbain: *once again behind the tree* BUT THEY’VE ALL FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME WHICH SUCKS ON THE ONE HAND BUT ON THE OTHER NOW I CAN LOOK UPON THESE “DANGERS”

Marguérite: I have to speak with him about some Very Serious Matters™. You are all dismissed; please leave us. And Urbain, that includes you. Stop staring at the ladies.

Urbain: awwwwwwww but who wouldn’t be jealous of having a private audience with her?

*The ladies-in-waiting start to leave, but very slowly, and they often turn back to look at Raoul.*

Ladies-in-Waiting: LET’S ALL GO OUT SILENTLY awwww but we can’t resist talking about him because JUST LOOK AT HIM he’s trembling the poor boy is probably so frightened IT’S SO CHARMING 

If only he knew the “danger” he was in—because being surrounded by scantily clad ladies is apparently dangerous—he would be all too happy! But his oath as a cavalier and that little blindfold protects us from his wandering eyes! 

Urbain: WHO WOULDN’T BE JEALOUS

Marguérite: WHY THIS DELAY 

Ladies-in-Waiting: WE GO WE GO

Marguérite: BUT DAMN IT YOU DON’T GO

Ladies-in-Waiting: WE GO WE GO WE GO WE GO WE REALLY REALLY GOOOOOOOOOOOO

*Everyone except Marguérite and Raoul leaves.*

Marguérite: Such loyalty is unusual, especially with how unusual this whole scheme was in the first place. However, you have done everything I have asked you to and it is now time for you to receive the reward you deserve. Take off the blindfold.

*Raoul takes off the blindfold and is immediately dazzled by the gardens.*

Raoul: OH MY GOD WHERE AM I THIS PLACE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I THINK I MIGHT BE HALLUCINATING AFTER BEING IN THE DARK FOR SO LONG

*He looks around and confirms that it is not in fact a hallucination. Eventually, his eyes come to rest on Marguérite.*

My God…you’re divine, enchanting…you’re obviously in charge here, so I have to ask: I don’t know if you’re mortal or a goddess or something, but am I still on earth or am I in heaven? 

Hello? HELLO??? PLEASE JUST SAY SOMETHING

Marguérite: Well, I get why Valentine fell so hard for him! He’s such a gentleman, so poetic and charming—not even royalty could choose better! No, no one could choose better!

Now, Raoul, let me make something very clear: a true gentleman, any person of good character really, must live for whomever he loves! He must be faithful, especially when they’re far apart from each other—no straying, not even a little bit, or else. You understand?

Raoul: (Somehow everything here reminds me of that faithless woman! She strayed from me, so what does it matter what I do?)

Marguérite: Whenever you’re away from her, wherever you goooooooooooo, you’re never far away from her, I want you to knooooooooooow! She only has to close her eyes, dear, and suddenly she’s where you are—you better never stray, ‘cause she’ll never be far away!

Raoul: (Well, I don’t care about that harlot anymore! She abandoned me already, and besides, this woman is just so charming! So it’s a two-for-one: I get back at her and I find pleasure elsewhere!)

I HUMBLY PLEDGE MY ETERNAL SERVICE AND DEVOTION TO YOU

Marguérite: (But I still need to figure out whether he’ll go along with this plan.)

*Raoul kneels before Marguérite.*

Raoul: I SWEAR I’LL DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT I AM YOURS AND I’LL DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT

Marguérite: *hesitating* Ha!…Ha!…Ha!!!

Me, a coquette! GOD!!! If I were a coquette, I would take him for myself, he’s so charming! 

But NOPE NOPE NOPE WE ARE NOT GOING THERE the woman he loves and who loves him is counting on me to arrange this for her, not for me, and she’s my best friend and I am NOT going to let her down even though the idea of being a coquette—ha! could you believe it?—it’s charming! but no! this is for Valentine, not for me!

Raoul: I PLEDGE MY LIFE AND MY SOUL AND MY SWORD AND MY SUPPORT AND ALL MY BLOOD TO YOU

I would die in defense of three things in this world: my honor, the lady I serve, and my God! I would gladly die for any and all of those things! 

Marguérite: I LOVE HIS WHOLEHEARTED PASSION

Raoul: I PLEDGE MY LIFE AND MY SOUL AND ALL MY BLOOD TO YOU

Marguérite: OKAY OKAY OKAY YOU REALLY NEED TO CALM DOWN listen all I want is to make you happy. That’s it. 

Raoul: I’M YOURS FOREVER

Marguérite: Me, a coquette! GOD!!! If I were a coquette, I would take him for myself, he’s so charming! 

But NOPE NOPE NOPE WE ARE NOT GOING THERE the woman he loves and who loves him is counting on me to arrange this for HER, not for me, and she’s my best friend and I am NOT going to let her down even though the idea of being a coquette—ha! could you believe it?—it’s charming! but NO! this is for Valentine, not for me! 

Raoul: TEN MINUTES AGO I SAW YOOOOOOOOOU AND NOW I REALLY WANT TO GET LAAAAAAAAID BECAUSE GETTING LAID WILL MAKE MY REVENGE PLAYED ON THAT HARLOT WHO FAR FROM ME STRAAAAAAAAAYED

TEN MINUTES AGO I MET YOOOOOOOOU EVEN THOUGH I STILL DON’T KNOW YOUR NAAAAAAAME I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER MY DAME LOYAL ALL THE SAME YOU HAVE SET ME AFLAAAAAAAME

Marguérite: I’M NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU JUST SAID BUT JUST TO BE CLEAR I AM NOT GOING TO BANG YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE HONESTLY KINDA HOT BECAUSE BESTIES DON’T BETRAY BESTIES AND I’M NOT YOUR GIRL

*And then for some reason like 50% of production have them make out. Either way, at this point Urbain reappears at the top of the staircase.*

Urbain: MADAME!

Marguérite: YOU AGAIN! ALWAYS YOU BARGING IN WHERE YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE but I still think you’re my favorite page anyway what is it?

Urbain: The leading nobles are waiting outside to come pay homage to you, Your Majesty.

Raoul: wait WHAT?!?! YOUR MAJESTY?!?!

Marguérite: Right, I never actually introduced myself to you or told you why I brought you here in the first place. I am Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre. You promise to obey me still?

*Raoul nods.*

Very well. The reason you are here is because my family wishes to reconcile the Huguenots and the Catholics. I intend to support those efforts both by marrying Henri de Bourbon, uniting Protestants and Catholics in the royal family, and by arranging a similar interreligious marriage for you. 

You will be marrying a lovely, kind young woman: the sole daughter and heir of the Comte de Saint-Bris. Now, I know that historically, the Nangis and Saint-Bris families haven’t gotten along, but I know you two will be very happy together because I Know Things. 

The Count has agreed to it, and he has promised me that he will forget all his old hatreds. Do you accept?

Raoul: Unite our families? Very well, I accept! 

Marguérite: Great! In return, I’ll make you part of my inner court.

Raoul: You’re too kind!

Urbain: SHE’S SO KIND TO EVERYONE EXCEPT ME :/

*Saint-Bris and Nevers appear at the top of the staircase and come down into the gardens, followed by all the noblemen and ladies of the court. The Catholics take their positions on one side of the garden; the Protestants on the other.*

Nobles: ALL HONOR TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND GRACIOUS OF ALL WOMEN SHE’S CALLED US ALL HERE SO LET’S PAY HOMAGE TO HER BECAUSE SHE’S OUR PRINCESS AND ALSO JUST SUCH A DELIGHT

Marguérite: Yes, I called you all here for a very special reason: I have arranged this marriage, which is sure to bring us all peace and happiness and love, and I would like you all to be witnesses to the marriage announcement! 

*Marguérite has Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris greet each other; they shake hands.*

Nobles: ALL HONOR TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND GRACIOUS OF ALL WOMEN LET’S PAY HOMAGE TO HER BECAUSE SHE’S OUR PRINCESS AND ALSO JUST SUCH A DELIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

*A valet pulls Marguérite aside and hands her several documents, which she reads to herself. Marcel slips in and pulls Raoul aside.*

Marcel: WHAT’S THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU MARRYING A MIDIANITE ***

Raoul: *motioning to Marcel in an attempt to silence him* Marcel, relax. It’s not that big of a deal.

Marcel: BUT YOU’RE MARRYING A CATHOLIC

Raoul: Be quiet! You don’t even know her.

Marcel: Neither do you.

Raoul: Not the point, but touché.

Marcel: HER HOUSE IS A HOUSE OF SIN

Raoul: SHUT UP

Marguérite: The Counts of Saint-Bris and of Nevers! 

*Saint-Bris and Nevers step forward.*

My brother, the King, knows that both of you are devoted to him. As such, he commands both of you to be in Paris as soon as possible—this evening would be ideal—to begin work on a very important project. I have no idea what it is, but that’s what I was asked to tell you. Probably some fussy not-actually-important bureaucratic thing or other, I don’t know. ****

Nevers and Saint-Bris: We bow to his command.

Marguérite: As you should! But first, bow to mine. Now, I really want this marriage to go well for the sake of all involved, for our very nation—for love and peace’s sake, no more hatred!

I want you three to swear right now, as if you were taking an oath before God, to have eternal peace with each other! None of this stupid fighting over religion. 

Actually: ALL you nobles must swear the same oath of eternal peace! Because this is totally foolproof.

*Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, and the nobles prepare themselves for the oath.*

Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, and the Nobles: By our honor, by our names which we have inherited and which we uphold, by our King, by our swords, and by the God who knows and punishes all perjurers, we solemnly swear before you that we will have eternal peace between all of us, Catholics and Protestants alike!

Marcel: LET US SWEAR BY LUTHER AND OUR FAITH AND THE CROSS AND OUR SWORDS THAT WE WILL FIGHT ROME AND ITS SOLDIERS AND PRIESTS TO THE DEATH AND WE WILL NEVER HAVE FRIENDSHIP OR PEACE EVER

Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: Providence, let harmony descend upon the earth and help us become friends, brothers even!

Marcel: Providence, let your light descend upon my master so he returns to the fold like a good Protestant! Heaven help him find the only true way once again!

Marguérite: May Heaven hear these vows and bless them forever! 

Urbain and a Lady-in-Waiting: AMEN TO THAT

Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: WE SWEAR ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP

Marcel: I SWEAR WAR TO THE DEATH

Noblemen: WE SWEAR ETERNAL PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP 

Noblewomen: AND MAY GOD BLESS THESE OATHS

*Saint-Bris leaves to get Valentine.*

Marguérite: AND NOW THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IT’S TIME TO PRESENT THE HAPPY COUPLE

Raoul, I’d like to present you with your fiancée! She’s a charming young lady and you two will be very happy together.

Here she is! Raoul, meet your fiancée, Valentine de Saint-Bris!

*Saint-Bris brings Valentine into the gardens and presents her to Raoul, who immediately recognizes her.*

Raoul: Oh, good Lord…what?! Is this actually happening?!

Marguérite: What’s the matter?

Raoul: *hardly able to speak* What?! She’s going to be my fiancée? They’re offering me…?

Marguérite: Marriage and love! What’s the pro—

Raoul: I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED AND DECEIVED FUCK ALL OF THIS I’M NEVER GOING TO MARRY HER

Everyone Else Except Marcel: OH MY GOD WHAT JUST HAPPENED

Raoul: WHAT BETRAYAL AND DECEIT HOW DARE THEY INSULT ME LIKE THIS

Nevers and Saint-Bris: I CAN’T TAKE IT I’M LITERALLY PHYSICALLY SHAKING WITH UTTER SHAME AND RAGE

Marguérite, Valentine, Urbain, and the Nobles: THIS IS PURE INSANITY WHY DID HE JUST DO THAT

Marguérite, Valentine, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: WHY IS HE BREAKING THIS OFF DID HE MAYBE JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT HAVE AN IDEA HOW TO BREAK IT OFF GRACEFULLY???

Raoul: THIS WOULD BE SUCH A SHAMEFUL MARRIAGE AND I WILL HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO MORE OF THIS NONSENSE AND IF ANYONE DARES CALL ME OUT I’LL JUST LAUGH AT THEM BECAUSE MY HONOR COMES FIRST

Nevers and Saint-Bris: I MUST HAVE HIS BLOOD FOR INSULTING ME AND VALENTINE LIKE THAT OUR HONOR DEMANDS US TO AVENGE THIS INSULT

Marcel: BRAVO RAOUL YOU’RE SO BRAVE!!! A true knight and Christian, he puts his honor first and shuns the approval of the world!

Nobles: WHY IS HE BREAKING OFF THE ENGAGEMENT??? THIS INSULT CRIES FOR BLOOD AND HER FATHER NEEDS TO AVENGE HIS HONOR AND MAKE HIM PAY FOR THIS INSULT IMMEDIATELY

Valentine: SO WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS OUTRAGE????

I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE ANY COURAGE AND HOPE I EVER HAD IS TURNING TO ICE IN MY HEART

Raoul: WOE IS ME HOW DARE EVERYONE INSULT ME LIKE THIS

Everyone Except Marcel: GOOD LORD WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS THERE OUR DREAMS FOR THE FUTURE GO DOWN THE DRAIN 

Valentine: SERIOUSLY WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS OUTRAGE????

Raoul: WHAT BETRAYAL WOE IS ME HOW DARE EVERYONE INSULT ME LIKE THIS

Nevers and Saint-Bris: I AM FULL OF SHAME AND RAGE AND I MUST HAVE HIS BLOOD TO GET RID OF IT

Marcel: RAOUL IS SO BRAVE BRAVO FOR SAYING NO TO THE TUXEDO

Valentine, Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: DID HE MAYBE JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT HAVE AN IDEA HOW TO BREAK IT OFF GRACEFULLY??? IN ANY CASE THIS IS PURE INSANITY WHY DID HE JUST DO THAT

Nobles: THIS INSULT CRIES FOR BLOOD AND HER FATHER NEEDS TO AVENGE HIS HONOR AND MAKE HIM PAY FOR THIS INSULT IMMEDIATELY

Marcel: TIME FOR ME TO SING MY FAVORITE SONG

Everyone Else: THIS REALLY ISN’T—

Marcel: O LORD YOU ARE THE STRENGTH AND ONLY SUPPORT—

Marguérite: YOU JUST PUBLICLY REJECTED AND HUMILIATED MY BEST FRIEND—

Raoul: I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO BUT I HAVE LEGITIMATE REASONS

Marcel: —OF US WEAK SOULS WHO WORSHIP YOU!

Marguérite: SO TELL ME YOUR REASONS

Raoul: THEY CANNOT BE SAID IN POLITE AND PROPER COMPANY BUT I AM NEVER GOING TO MARRY HER

Marguérite: THIS IS UTTER MADNESS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HER AND BREAK UP WITH HER ESPECIALLY IN THIS WAY I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER

Raoul: WOE IS ME HOW DARE THEY INSULT ME LIKE THIS

Saint-Bris: I AM TREMBLING WITH SHAME AND RAGE

*Nevers, Saint-Bris, and Raoul all draw their swords. The nobles also get into it.*

Nevers and Saint-Bris: LET’S TAKE THIS OUTSIDE 

Nobles: YEAH THIS INSULT DEMANDS BLOOD

Nevers and Saint-Bris: WE NEED TO AVENGE THIS INSULT WITH HIS BLOOD

Raoul: I WOULD ONLY BE TOO HAPPY TO FIGHT YOU BOTH AND VINDICATE MYSELF

Marguérite: EVERYONE STAND DOWN WHAT AN INSULT THIS IS ALSO RAOUL GIVE UP YOUR SWORD

*She signals to an officer to disarm Raoul and then turns to call out Saint-Bris and Nevers.*

YOU TWO DID YOU FORGET FIVE MINUTES AGO WHEN I TOLD YOU THAT THE KING HAS COMMANDED BOTH OF YOU TO BE IN PARIS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

Raoul: I’LL FOLLOW THEM AND GET MY REVENGE

Marguérite: HOW ABOUT NOPE BECAUSE I’M SHUTTING YOU UP IN MY COURT SO I CAN KEEP AN EYE ON YOU UNTIL I GET TO PARIS FOR MY WEDDING

Saint-Bris: Oh, so HE gets to stay in the Princess’ court because the bastard is SO lucky to have SUCH a privileged woman putting him under HER protection—

Marguérite: HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!?!?!

Raoul: The only person who’s getting protected through this is YOU because if only I had my sword I’d kill you for trying to pass off YOUR daughter—

Saint-Bris: YOU ALL ARE TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM BRAVELY DEFENDING MY HONOR AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT

Marguérite: HOW DARE BOTH OF YOU?!?! FEAR MY WRATH BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED Y’ALL ARE PISSING ME OFF TO NO END

Valentine: BUT WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS NO ONE IS EXPLAINING IT TO ME AT ALL AND I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING

Raoul: —AND AT ANY RATE WE’LL MEET AGAIN SOON IN PARIS

Nevers and Saint-Bris: YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT MUCH WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON

Marcel: BRAVO RAOUL WHAT COURAGE

Valentine, Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: WHAT AN INSULT THIS IS PURE INSANITY

Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM DEFENDING MY HONOR AND WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON

Raoul: Y’ALL HAVE INSULTED ME

Nobles: YOU CAN’T STOP THEM FROM TRYING TO DEFEND THEIR HONOR

Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, Marcel, and Nobles: LET’S GET THE HECK OUT OF DODGE

Nobles: NOTHING CAN SAVE RAOUL AT THIS POINT AND HONESTLY HE DESERVES WHAT HE’S GOT COMING

Valentine, Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER

Raoul, Nevers, and Saint-Bris: I WILL AVENGE MY HONOR

Nobles: THIS INSULT DEMANDS BLOOD

Marcel: *singing joyously* O LORD YOU STILL DEFEND US—

Marguérite: EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS SHIT

Everyone Else: YEAH LET’S GET OUT OF HERE

Marcel: —MY GOD, YOU STILL DEFEND US!!!

Marguérite: SERIOUSLY I HAVE HAD IT WITH ALL OF THIS GET OUT

Everyone Else: YEAH LET’S GET OUT OF HERE

Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: THIS IS PURE INSANITY WHY DID HE JUST INSULT HER AND ALSO SERIOUSLY WHY IS HE BREAKING THIS OFF DID HE MAYBE JUST FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND NOT HAVE AN IDEA HOW TO BREAK IT OFF GRACEFULLY???

Valentine: I SERIOUSLY STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I DID TO DESERVE SUCH AN INSULT SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME BUT AT ANY RATE MY HEART IS BROKEN AND MY COURAGE IS DESTROYED AND SO IS MY LOVE AND MY HONOR SO I GUESS I’LL JUST BE HOPELESS AND DEPRESSED FOREVER

Raoul, Nevers, Saint-Bris, Marcel, and the Nobles: SOMEONE IS GOING TO AVENGE THEIR HONOR FOR THIS INSULT SO THERE’LL BE BLOODSHED SOONER RATHER THAN LATER AND YOU CAN’T STOP US THAT IS A PROMISE SO THIS ISN’T OVER

*Valentine, on the verge of fainting from shock, is taken away by Saint-Bris and Nevers, who make threatening gestures to Raoul. Raoul attempts to follow them, but Marguérite’s officers stop him and barely prevent the crowd from attacking each other.*

Notes

ACT III: **

6 PM on a Sunday, the Pré-aux-Clercs in Paris. The Seine is visible in the background. In the foreground on the left is a tavern frequented by Catholic students and their girlfriends; opposite is another tavern similarly frequented by Huguenot soldiers and their girlfriends and wives. In the background on the left is the entrance to a Catholic church. The list of people who are here in the original stage directions is really fuckin long so I’m just gonna say that there are a LOT of people on both sides of the religious divide, of all classes and occupations, just trying to enjoy a Sunday evening. 

Townspeople: HURRAY IT’S SUNDAY WHICH MEANS WE GET A DAY OFF SO LET’S FORGET ALL OUR STRESS AND WORRIES AND HAVE SOME FUN TRALALALALALA IT’S SUNDAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Law Clerks: WE’RE HORNY AND WE WANT THE PRETTY LADIES TO COME DANCE WITH US

Young Ladies: YEAH THAT’S NOT HAPPENING BECAUSE WE KNOW THAT Y’ALL LAW CLERKS ARE DANGEROUS

Law Clerks: PLEAAAAAAAAAAAASE

Young Ladies: NOOOOOOOOOOOPE

Law Clerks: PWETTY PWEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE

Young Ladies: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE

Townspeople: HURRAY IT’S SUNDAY WHICH MEANS WE GET A DAY OFF SO LET’S FORGET ALL OUR STRESS AND WORRIES AND HAVE SOME FUN TRALALALALALA IT’S SUNDAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Huguenot Soldiers: RATAPLAN RATAPLAN RATAPLAN PLAN PLAN HERE’S OUR BATTLE SONG

*Some of the Huguenot soldiers continue singing “rataplan” over and over while Bois-Rosé leads the others in a call-and-response.*

Bois-Rosé, then Huguenot Soldiers: OLD COLIGNY TOOK UP HIS BATTLE SWORD THAT BRINGS DOWN FORTS AND WALLS AND SAID “SOLDIERS OF THE FAITH, FOLLOW ME I’M YOUR CAPTAIN AND I’LL TAKE YOU TO VICTORY OR TO PARADISE EITHER WAY IT’S A WIN”

LONG LIVE WAR AND LONG LIVE COLIGNY DRINK UP EVERYONE

*The Huguenot soldiers strike up the rataplan accompaniment again.*

ALRIGHT EVERYONE SECOND VERSE NOT THE SAME AS THE FIRST A LITTLE BIT LOUDER AND A LITTLE BIT WORSE

ALRIGHT CALVINISTS LET’S GO GET US SOME PAPISTS’ DAUGHTERS AND ALSO SOME VALUABLE BOOTY AND GOOD WINE THAT THEY USE FOR THEIR ALTARS AND THEIR WICKED FEASTS BECAUSE ALL THOSE THINGS ARE JUST SPOILS THAT GO TO THE VICTORS OF WAR AND THERE’S TOTALLY NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS LOGIC

LONG LIVE WAR AND LONG LIVE COLIGNY DRINK UP EVERYONE

*The Catholics get (understandably) offended but before anything can come of this, a wedding procession appears on the right. Nevers and Valentine are surrounded by their friends and relatives, as well as a group of young girls. The procession makes its way across the square to the church on the left. The Catholics kneel as the procession passes by.*

Two Young Catholic Girls: BLESSED BE THE HOLY VIRGIN WHO PRAYS FOR ALL SINNERS AND WHO TAKES AWAY ALL OUR SORROWS

Catholic Women: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE MARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAA

All the Catholic Girls and Women: BLESSED BE THE HOLY VIRGIN MARY

*As the procession enters the church, Marcel enters with letter in hand.*

Marcel: The Comte de Saint-Bris?

Catholics: shhhhhh you can’t talk to him right now

Marcel: WHY NOT

Catholics: GET OUT OF THE WAAAAAAAAAY IT’S THE LOOOOOOOOOORD

Marcel: YOU CAN’T TELL ME TO BOW MY HEAD OR GET OUT OF THE WAY IT’S NOT LIKE GOD IS IN THE PROCESSION OR ANYTHING 

Catholics: THAT’S BLASPHEMY 

Bois-Rosé: HE’S RIGHT THOUGH

Marcel: WHEN THERE’S TOO MUCH DRAMA AT THE PRÉ-AUX-CLERCS, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IIIIIIIIIIS WALK AWAAAAYAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAY

*He leaves.*

Huguenot Soldiers: RATAPLAN RATAPLAN RATAPLAN LONG LIVE WAR AND LONG LIVE COLIGNY DRINK UP EVERYONE

Catholic Women: BLESSED BE THE HOLY VIRGIN WHO PRAYS FOR ALL SINNERS 

Catholic Men: THE HUGUENOTS ARE ALL WICKED BLASPHEMERS WITH HARDENED HEARTS THEY SHOULD ALL BE BURNED ALIVE AND THAT’LL PREPARE THEM FOR THE FIRES OF HELL BECAUSE BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE IS DEFINITELY NOT AN OVERREACTION TO A MINOR ARGUMENT OVER RELIGIOUS DOCTRINE

Huguenot Women: *do not say or sing anything for whatever reason*

*The people become increasingly upset and begin threatening each other. At the moment when it’s about to come to blows, a group of Romani dancers, musicians, and fortune-tellers arrives on the scene.*

Two Romani Girls: HEY EVERYONE IF YOU WANNA HAVE YOUR FORTUNES TOLD FOR A VERY SMALL FEE WE CAN DO JUST THAT TRALALALALALALALA

Townspeople: COME DANCE WITH UUUUUUUUUUUUS

*The Romani dancers dance with various townspeople, successfully lowering tensions so the people no longer want to burn each other alive or commit other acts of violence, at least for the moment. 

After the group leaves and the townspeople resume their normal activities, Nevers, Saint-Bris, and Maurevert leave the church.*

Nevers: Valentine wants to stay in the church until later tonight and pray. And that’s completely fine by me! If anything, it gives me more time to prepare the rest of the festivities so I can come back later and give her the grand procession home that my dear new wife deserves. Anyway, catch you later.

*He leaves.*

Saint-Bris: Thanks to him marrying my daughter, I can save face and not be completely dishonored, but there’s absolutely no way I can forget or forgive Raoul’s insult, and if we should ever meet again—

*Marcel comes back with the same letter.*

Marcel: The Comte de Saint-Bris? 

Saint-Bris: …Can I help you?

Marcel: My master asked me to give this letter to you, and I—

Saint-Bris: WAIT YOU’RE RAOUL’S SERVANT GIMME THAT LETTER NOW

*He snatches the letter from Marcel’s hands.*

AT LAST RAOUL IS IN PARIS

Marcel: YEAH WE JUST ARRIVED HERE FROM TOURAINE WITH MARGUÉRITE DE VALOIS AND HER COURT AND YOU DIDN’T SO HAHAHAHAHA SUCK IT

Saint-Bris: Given that the reason for that is that your master insulted my daughter and me in front of just about the entire French court, including the Princess, and for whatever reason she thought it would be a good idea to keep him with her—I guess to keep an eye on him—that’s not the flex you think it is.

Marcel: AT ANY RATE WE’RE ALL IN PARIS NOW

Saint-Bris: AND THANK GOD FOR THAT

*He opens the letter and reads the first sentence.*

He has challenged me to a duel!

Marcel: WAIT WHAT OH GOD WHAT IS MY MASTER DOING

Saint-Bris: *showing Maurevert the letter* He wants to have the duel today, right here at the Pré-aux-Clercs, when it’s dark and everyone else has already turned in for the night. ***

Maurevert: Right here! In this very place! It’s perfect!

Saint-Bris: GOD WANTS REVENGE SO HE IS BRINGING RAOUL HERE TO ME AND RAOUL WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE

*He turns to Marcel.*

I accept the challenge. We shall wait for him here.

*Marcel leaves.*

We absolutely cannot have Nevers find out about this. It’s his wedding day, for Pete’s sake! We can’t have him potentially getting himself killed on his own wedding day!

Lord Arturo Bucklaw: *popping in from an opera that had premiered only five months earlier* YEAH THAT WOULD REALLY SUCK

Saint-Bris: GO BACK TO YOUR OWN OPERA

Maurevert: We also can’t have you potentially getting killed on your own daughter’s wedding day!

Look at it this way: he’s Protestant. Protestants suck. God hates Protestants. God is okay with Protestants dying. We can find a way to guarantee he dies.

Saint-Bris: …I’m intrigued. What do you have in mind?

Maurevert: God wills it! We have some ideas. Let’s go into the church to discuss them. ****

*They go back into the church. A church bell rings the hour as a nightwatchman appears.*

The Nightwatchman: ALRIGHT EVERYONE IT’S CURFEW TIME IN PARIS SO PACK IT UP AND GO HOME AND SHUT UP

Townspeople: aww nuts alright everyone it’s curfew time so uh let’s pack it up and go home and shut up

Bois-Rosé: Let’s all go and drink, my friends, and have fun that never ends; let us all forget our rage, and this is the end of my time onstage!

A Catholic Student: Let’s go to our side of town and drink ‘til dawn and no more frown; let’s all go and have some shots and stay away from the Huguenots!

The Nightwatchman: SERIOUSLY Y’ALL GO THE FUCK HOME

Townspeople: IT’S CURFEW WE KNOOOOOOOOOOOW

*The nightwatchman leaves. The townspeople disperse, many going into the two inns. After the square has emptied, Saint-Bris and Maurevert emerge from the church.*

Maurevert: So it’s agreed? You understand what I mean?

Saint-Bris: Our friends will be here in an hour, and we can count on them. Got it. *****

*They leave. Night falls. Marcel returns and looks around to see if Raoul has arrived yet.* ******

Marcel: I want to wait for him here, and if he dies, I’ll die too!

I’M HONESTLY HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS RIGHT NOW ALL JOY IS FLEETING AND USELESS AND FATE IS JUST TAKING US ALONG FOR THE RIDE OF LIFE

But seriously: the whole city is celebrating this royal wedding and they’re being all like “oh!!! fun and peace!!!” and MEANWHILE, we can’t even exist for even a day without the threat of death hanging over us—just because we’re Protestants! 

*He impatiently looks around for Raoul again. Nothing. He sighs sadly.*

Let us pray; it is the only thing that can help us!

*He kneels and begins to pray.*

God, defend us! We’re alone and defenseless and this place isn’t safe for us. We have pretty much no one to lead us or support us; we’re being forsaken by everyone who’s supposed to protect us!

THE YOUTH THESE DAYS SERIOUSLY I well told Raoul to avoid mingling with the Catholics at all costs and I told him that they would try to entice him but it was a trap…but he didn’t listen! No one listens to us old folk.

No, Marcel, what are you doing? Stop moaning and groaning—you need to pray!

*He tries to compose himself by praying, but it doesn’t help.*

Please, almighty God, defend us, protect us! We’re alone in the world—

And what would his father say? He entrusted his own son to me; what would we say to each other about all this?

He’d say “You need to stop this duel!” And I’d say, “But our honor is at stake…” And he’d say, “But what about respect and mercy?” And I’d say, “But we’re soldiers!” And he’d say, “All soldiering does is lead to useless death!” 

What’s going to happen? Dear God, the moment is at hand…You must pray! Pray!

Almighty God, protect and defend us! We’re alone in this world, and this place isn’t safe for us, and death is hanging over our heads and we have no one to lead or guide us…

IT’S ALL TOO MUCH GOD HAVE MERCY ON US AND PROTECT AND DEFEND US

God, have mercy on us…have mercy!

*He disappears into the darkness. Immediately after this, Valentine appears at the door of the church.*

Valentine: OH GOD I’M SO TERRIFIED I’M SHAKING EVEN AT THE SOUND OF MY OWN FOOTSTEPS I THINK I MIGHT BE LOSING MY MARBLES

I was behind a pillar, and no one could see me, and I was trying to pray but I heard everything! They’re going to try to murder Raoul, and I have to save him—not for his sake, dear God; please don’t hold this against me, I don’t want to be unfaithful; but for my father’s sake, so he doesn’t have blood on his hands and the sin of murder on his soul!

BUT HOW DO I WARN RAOUL

*Marcel returns and Valentine goes back into the church.*

Marcel: My plan is still the same: wait for him, be here at the duel, and if he dies—I die too!

I’M WAITING HERE ALL ALONE AND I’M HEARING STRANGE NOISES AND THEY’RE MAKING ME REALLY NERVOUS AND SCARED IT’S SO UNSETTLING Marcel do the smart thing and find a place to stand guard

*Valentine hesitantly emerges from the church, veiled.*

Valentine: Dear God, I don’t have a lot of time! It’s almost time for the duel and I’m right where it’s supposed to happen and I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WARN RAOUL SO PLEASE HELP ME

Marcel: WHO’S THERE

Valentine: (Oh thank God, it’s his servant, Marcel!)

HEY MARCEL

Marcel: UH WHAT SOMEONE JUST CALLED MY NAME WHO’S THERE

Valentine: COME OVER HERE

Marcel: STOP RIGHT THERE AND GIVE THE PASSWORD OR ELSE I’M GOING TO KILL YOU

Valentine: (What password?) Uh…Raoul?

Marcel: Raoul? Actually, you know what, that’ll do. Come forward so I can see you.

*Valentine steps into the light.*

A VEILED WOMAN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Valentine: Are you afraid of me?

Marcel: Me, afraid??? ME???

Come on, you know me: I’m Marcel! I’m the old defender of the true God! I fight godless Catholics like you! I’M DOIN’ JUST FINE (i lied i’m dyin’ inside)

Valentine: WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS LISTEN UP BOOMER

Marcel: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME

Valentine: LISTEN!!! Raoul is coming here for a duel.

Marcel: Yeah, I know. He’s fighting a horrible, horrible, wicked man in order to avenge his honor. God will defend him. Tell me something I don’t know.

Valentine: Let’s just say that you absolutely must make sure that Raoul has extra people on backup to help defend him. His opponent is planning to pull something really bad so YOU HAVE TO MAKE SURE HE HAS BACKUP!!!

*She signals to him to go find Raoul. Marcel leaves in search of Raoul, leaving Valentine with some time to Process Her Feelings™.*

That ungrateful man hurt me so badly when I did absolutely nothing to offend him! But I still love him with everything I have, even though my life has been destroyed! So, I have a chance to save his life, and I want to save his life just like he saved mine in Amboise all that time ago…

Marcel: I WANTED TO TELL HIM BUT I FORGOT HE ALREADY LEFT TO COME HERE AND THAT HE TOLD ME TO GO AHEAD AND WAIT FOR HIM HERE WHEN HE LEFT PROBLEM NOW IS THAT I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE HE IS OR IF I’LL EVEN HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO WARN HIM BEFORE THE DUEL SO I’M TORN ABOUT WHAT TO DO

Valentine: …and then, if I have to forget him, I’ll simply die!

Marcel: OH GOD IF HE SHOWED UP WHILE I WAS GONE THEY’D ALL ATTACK HIM AND HE’D BE COMPLETELY ALONE AND DEFENSELESS AND HE’D BE CRYING OUT FOR ME AS THEY MURDER HIM SO I HAVE TO STAY

But what can I do? What can one man do against so many?

*He begins to sob.*

I’ll do the only thing I can do if things go wrong: I’ll die upon his corpse! I’ll die with him, like a faithful servant!

Valentine: He hurt me so badly, but I still love him with everything I have…and if I have to forget him, I’ll die!

Marcel: God have mercy on me!

Valentine: You clearly understood what I meant. I’ve done what I need to here; goodbye.

*She makes to go back into the church, but Marcel holds her back.*

Marcel: No! Who are you? I want to know!

Valentine: I’m…(Do I tell him who I actually am?)

Marcel: Who are you?

Valentine: I’m…Marcel, I’ll tell you this much: I’m a woman who loves Raoul with everything I have and would gladly die to save his life!

Marcel: Really? You love him that much?

Valentine: OH YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND BECAUSE WORDS CANNOT ADEQUATELY EXPRESS EVERYTHING I’M GOING THROUGH BUT I’LL TRY TO EXPLAIN

Faith, love, and duty are all fighting in my heart! In order to save Raoul, the man I love with every fiber of my being, I’m betraying both my own honor and my father! But I do my best: I beg forgiveness and I place my trust in God, because only God understands every heart!

Marcel: *deeply moved* You have nothing to regret or repent of—you are a devoted and truly noble soul! Don’t cry, my child; from the bottom of my heart, I give you my blessing! Remember: old men’s humble prayers and blessings can do a lot of good, and I trust that God will hear me and grant you His grace!

Valentine: *breaking down into sobs* Thank you, but you truly cannot understand my suffering…I’ll try to explain it as best as I can even though there aren’t enough words…faith and love and duty, and I’m getting torn apart between them all…

Marcel: *to himself* I was always told that women, especially Catholic women, were deceitful from top to toe, inside and out…but her sincerity and her passion come STRAIGHT from God!

*trying to comfort Valentine* Please, don’t cry, there’s nothing to be ashamed of…

Valentine: BUT I DO MY BEST AND I HUMBLY PLEAD FOR FORGIVENESS AND PLACE MY TRUST IN GOD BECAUSE HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TRULY UNDERSTAND EVERYONE INCLUDING ME

Marcel: YOU HAVE NOTHING TO REGRET OR REPENT YOU ARE TRULY AND YOU HAVE MY BLESSING AND I BELIEVE THAT IT CAN DO A LOT OF GOOD AND FOR MY SAKE GOD WILL GRANT YOU HIS GRACE 

Valentine: I’M BEING TORN APART AND I’M BETRAYING MY HONOR AND MY FATHER 

DEAR GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME I’M PUTTING MY TRUST IN YOU

Marcel: FROM HEAVEN ABOVE GOD WILL HEAR ME AND GRANT YOU HIS GRACE BECAUSE I GIVE YOU MY BLESSING

*Valentine takes off in the direction of the church. Marcel tries to stop her so he can question her further, but she runs back into the church.*

Okay, so I’m not one hundred percent sure what kind of danger Raoul’s in, but he’s definitely in danger! Wake up! We must save Benjamin!  *******

*Raoul, Saint-Bris, Tavannes, Cossé, (who are serving as Saint-Bris’ seconds) de Retz, and Méru (who are serving as Raoul’s seconds) enter.* ********

Saint-Bris: Good, we’ve gotten here at the same time.

Raoul: Excuse me? Are you calling my punctuality into question?

Marcel: (How do I warn Raoul about what his opponent is going to try to pull?)

Raoul: OH HEY MARCEL

Marcel: Did you think I wasn’t going to be here?

*He pulls Raoul aside and whispers in his ear.*

An angel came and gave me a warning. Master, you’ve walked right into a trap!

Raoul: MARCEL! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND???

Marcel: …No?

Raoul: Now, I’m not super-experienced with this kind of thing. You four presumably have more experience. Read the duel commandments—I don’t know if there are actually ten or not but anyway, I trust you to ensure a fair fight.

I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN SUNSHIIIIIIIIIINE I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN RAIIIIIIIIIIN I HAVE CONFIDENCE THAT SPRING WILL COME AGAIN BESIDES WHICH YOU SEE I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN ME BY WHICH I MEAN I HAVE CONFIDENCE THAT MY CAUSE IS JUST

Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE JUSTICE OF MY CAUSE

Raoul: In order to avenge myself—

Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: LET THE SWORD BE THE JUDGE 

I demand satisfaction! Give me a good sword and some courage; every man for himself and God for all!

Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE JUSTICE OF MY CAUSE SO LET THE SWORDS AVENGE OUR HONOR, LET  EVERY MAN FIGHT FOR HIMSELF, AND MAY GOD HELP US ALL

Marcel: THIS IS HORRIBLE IT FEELS LIKE GOD IS FORSAKING US 

They’ve betrayed him! God, have mercy and save Raoul, he’s like a son to me!

*The seconds meet in the center of the square.*

Seconds: Number one: no matter what, we will start at the same time. Number two: The fight is three against three—one opponent and two seconds—to the death.

Raoul, de Retz, and Méru: Agreed.

Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: Understood.

*Two of the seconds take Raoul and Saint-Bris’ swords and daggers, examining and measuring them. The other two mark out the paces.*

Marcel: THEY’VE BETRAYED RAOUL DEAR GOD PLEASE SAVE HIM

Seconds: Number three: This fight will only involve us. No one else will take part pinky promise we’re definitely not crossing our other fingers behind our backs 

Raoul, de Retz, and Méru: Agreed.

Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: Understood.

Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: Number four: absolutely no mercy to whoever loses. 

Raoul, de Retz, and Méru: Agreed.

Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: Understood.

Raoul, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN THE JUSTICE OF MY CAUSE SO LET THE SWORDS DECIDE THE RESULT

*Marcel joins the back-and-forth.*

Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: THEY’RE ALREADY SHAKING LIKE THE COWARDLY WUSSES THEY ARE

Raoul, Marcel, de Retz, and Méru: LET’S JUST IGNORE THAT AND NOT GET PSYCHED OUT

Saint-Bris, Tavannes, and Cossé: LET’S THROW CAUTION TO THE WIND AND BE BRAVE

Raoul, Marcel, de Retz, and Méru: EN GARDE YOU COWARDS

Raoul, Marcel, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS FIGHT TO BE OVER

Saint-Bris and Méru: THEY’RE ALREADY SHAKING LIKE THE COWARDLY WUSSES THEY ARE

Raoul, Marcel, Tavannes, and de Retz: LET’S JUST IGNORE THAT AND NOT GET PSYCHED OUT

Saint-Bris, Cossé, and Méru: I REALLY HOPE WE CAN KILL HIM AND END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL

Raoul, Marcel, Tavannes, and de Retz: LET’S GET THIS DUEL STARTED

Raoul, Marcel, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: I REALLY HOPE WE CAN END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL

Raoul, Marcel, Tavannes, Cossé, and de Retz: LET’S GET OUR SWORDS AND SOME COURAGE

Saint-Bris and Méru: ALL WE NEED IS OUR RAGE

Raoul and Marcel: EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF AND MAY GOD HELP US ALL AND LET’S GET SOME COURAGE 

Saint-Bris and Tavannes: WE HAVE TO KILL HIM

The Other Seconds: GOD HELP US ALL

Saint-Bris and de Retz: THOSE DIRTY PROTESTANTS ARE DEFYING HEAVEN’S WRATH

Saint-Bris: GOD WANTS US TO KILL THEM

Raoul and Marcel: EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF AND MAY GOD HELP US ALL

The Seconds: WE HAVE TO KILL HIM

*Everyone gets into place for the beginning of the duel.*

Raoul, Marcel, Saint-Bris, and the Seconds: ALRIGHT LET’S FIGHT AND END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL SWORDS UP EN GARDE 

*Raoul and Saint-Bris begin the duel. A loud noise is heard from the back, and Marcel runs in the direction of the noise.*

Marcel: STOP I CAN’T TELL HOW MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE OR IF THEY’RE ARMED BUT THERE’S DEFINITELY PEOPLE COMING

*He draws his sword.*

WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS HERE

*Maurevert appears with two other men. All three are armed.*

Maurevert: THAT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

OH MY GOD HEY EVERYONE THERE ARE A BUNCH OF HUGUENOTS TRYING TO MURDER ONE OF OUR OWN AND THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT BASICALLY EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT’S ACTUALLY HAPPENING

*Saint-Bris, Maurevert, the four seconds, and the two armed men line up side by side.*

ALL DEFENDERS OF THE TRUE GOD COME OUT HERE

*A dozen armed Catholics who had been waiting behind the tree spring out of hiding and join Maurevert, leaving Raoul and Marcel almost completely surrounded.*

Marcel: WHAT BETRAYAL YOU MONSTERS GOD SEES WHAT YOU’RE DOING

*The Huguenot soldiers are heard singing in the tavern on the right. Marcel barely escapes and starts banging on the door.*

IN THE NAME OF COLIGNY HELP DEFEND US AND THE PROTESTANT FAITH

*The soldiers come pouring out of the tavern.*

AT LAST GOD YOU GRANT US VICTORY

*Saint-Bris begins banging on the door of the tavern on the left.*

Saint-Bris: HEY YOU BRAVE STUDENTS GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE AND HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AGAINST THESE HUGUENOT TRAITORS

A Catholic Student: WE’RE ALL COMING

*The students come pouring out in similar fashion. Raoul and Saint-Bris resume their duel.*

Catholic Students and Huguenot Soldiers: HERE WE ARE GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

Catholic Students: YEAH GET OUTTA HERE

Huguenot Soldiers: GO BACK TO YOUR CLASSES SCHOOLBOYS

Catholic Students: YOU’RE ALL PRAYER MUTTERERS AND DEVIL WORSHIPPERS

Huguenot Soldiers: Y’ALL ARE WEAK-ASS SOLDIERS WHO FIGHT FOR HOLY WATER FOUNTS

Catholic Students: Ah, so THIS is what Calvinist honor looks like!

Huguenot Soldiers: And THIS is what Papist loyalty looks like! 

Catholic Students: TO THE STAKE WITH ALL YOU HEATHENS

Huguenot Soldiers: TO THE DEVIL WITH ALL YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BIGOTS

*The Catholic and Huguenot women with the soldiers and students pour into the square and begin insulting each other in similar fashion.*

Catholic Women: YOU EAT WITH HERETICS

Huguenot Women: YOU DANCE WITH THE STUDENTS AND DANCING IS BAD

Catholic Women: GO HIDE WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE YOU SHAMELESS HORRIBLE WOMEN

Huguenot Women: YOU’RE THE SHAMELESS HORRIBLE ONES AND YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND SHUT ALL THE WAY UP

Catholic Women: YOU’RE THE HUGUENOTS’ LITTLE PLAYTHINGS

Huguenot Women: YOU’RE THE PETS OF FILTHY HYPOCRITES

All the Women: GET THE FUCK OUT WE’VE HAD IT SO WATCH OUT

*The people continue to repeat the same insults.*

All the Townspeople: ENOUGH OF INSULTS GOD WILLS IT

Raoul, Marcel, and Saint-Bris: YOU COWARDS YOU COULDN’T TRUST A FAIR OUTCOME SO YOU ALREADY HAD YOUR FRIENDS THERE THAT’S NOT FAIR AT ALL NOW LET’S FIGHT AND GOD WILL DECIDE THE RESULT

*Saint-Bris stops for a moment.*

Saint-Bris: Very well! Until now, we’ve had a duel that was all nice and proper! But you’ve forced my hand—LET THIS BECOME AN ALL OUT WAR NO RULES NO MERCY

Raoul: VERY WELL THEN ALL OUT FIGHT TO THE DEATH 

Everyone: LET’S GO IT’S AN ALL OUT FIGHT TO THE DEATH

*The duel turns into a mass street riot.*

NOT ANOTHER WORD DEATH TO ANYONE WHO OPPOSES US GOD WILLS IT

*An entourage of royal guards and pages, including Urbain, arrives and breaks up the riot.*

Urbain: EVERYONE STOP AND SHOW SOME RESPECT FOR MARGUÉRITE DE VALOIS

*Everyone clears to opposite ends of the square as Marguérite enters on horseback with her royal suite. She dismounts.*

Marguérite: Are. you. KIDDING ME??? Even in Paris, the very home of the King, the center of our power, we have to live in fear of you fighting like this?!?!?! I can’t even go out on a Sunday night and return home without running into a riot?!?! 

Someone tell me who started it. Now.

Saint-Bris: *pointing to Raoul, Marcel, and the Huguenot soldiers* IT’S THEIR FAULT WE WERE JUST TRYING TO GET JUSTICE BECAUSE THEY BETRAYED US

Raoul: *pointing to Saint-Bris* IT’S HIS FAULT HE TRIED TO MURDER US FOR LITCHRALLY NO REASON

Marguérite: Great, I can’t even get a conclusive answer! Who am I supposed to believe??? And these are very serious accusations that you two are making. What proof is there to back them up?

Marcel: I HAVE PROOF LET ME TELL YOU

*He points to Saint-Bris and Maurevert.*

THEY WANTED TO MURDER MY MASTER

Saint-Bris: OH GOD WHO TOLD YOU

Marguérite: Um…I have the same question.

Marcel: I CAN TELL YOU 

This woman, she could’ve been an angel for all I know, came and told me because she wanted to save Raoul! And she was completely right about Raoul being in danger because of these TRAITORS!!!

Saint-Bris: YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES

If you’re telling the truth, which you surely are not, then where is this woman NOW, huh???????

*Conveniently for Marcel and for the advancement of the plot, at this exact moment Valentine emerges from the church, still veiled.*

Marcel: WAIT THERE SHE IS

*Everyone turns to look at the veiled woman.*

Townspeople: THE PLOT THICKENS

Saint-Bris: So SHE’S the one who accused and betrayed me? I WILL FIND OUT WHO THIS FAITHFUL INFORMANT IS

*Valentine, who is (understandably) extremely uncomfortable with all this, runs down the church steps and tries to escape, but Saint-Bris chases after her and pulls her veil off.*

MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!?!

Townspeople: OH GOD SHIT JUST GOT REAL

Saint-Bris: You…here…at this late an hour…

Valentine: Father, please—

Saint-Bris: WHAT AUDACITY YOU HAVE TO BETRAY ME LIKE THIS

Valentine: Everything overwhelms me! 

Saint-Bris: YOU’RE A DOUBLE CROSSER

Valentine: I’M SORRY THIS REALLY ISN’T A GREAT SITUATION AND I DON’T LIKE IT EITHER

Saint-Bris: YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY REPUTATION

Valentine: NO I DON’T PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Raoul: What?…What is going on here?…I can scarcely believe it—what noble bravery!

Marguérite: I can scarcely believe it…

Raoul: She stood up for me, she defended me against her terrifying, domineering father—even after I insulted her!

Marguérite: I didn’t know she had such noble bravery in her!

Valentine: You’ve accused me of trying to ruin you when I wanted to do no such thing! Do you really think that I would try to do that to you?

Marguérite, Urbain, and a Lady-in-Waiting: SHE STOOD UP AGAINST THE CRUELTY OF HER FATHER THAT’S HONESTLY REALLY HUGE

Everyone Else: WOW WHAT’S GOING ON HERE

Raoul: WAIT HOLD UP A SECOND I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WAS WILLING TO SAVE MY LIFE BY RISKING HER FATHER’S WRATH WHEN SHE DOESN’T EVEN LOVE ME

Marguérite: What are you talking about? She only loves you!

Valentine: MADAME FOR MERCY’S SAKE PLEASE DON’T MAKE THIS WORSE

Raoul: THAT’S NOT TRUE SHE BETRAYED ME

Marguérite: EXCUSE ME WHAT WHERE DID THIS HAPPEN

Raoul: AT NEVERS’ HOUSE

Valentine: WAIT WHAT

Raoul: YEAH I SAW HER WITH NEVERS AT HIS HOUSE

Marguérite: OH MY GOD VALENTINE ONLY WENT THERE BECAUSE THEY WERE ENGAGED AND SHE WAS GOING TO BREAK OFF HER ENGAGEMENT—

Valentine: PLEASE THIS IS ONLY GOING TO MAKE HIM FEEL WORSE

Marguérite: —SO SHE COULD MARRY YOU

Raoul: WAIT WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Townspeople: OH GOD OH FUCK

Saint-Bris: VALENTINE HOW DARE YOU THIS WHOLE THING IS UNFORGIVABLE

Everyone: OH GOD WHAT AN OUTRAGE THIS SITUATION IS SO FUCKED UP 

Raoul: So I’m the one who’s unworthy of her, not the other way around…

Everyone: YUP THIS WHOLE THING IS SO FUCKED UP

Raoul: OH GOD I INSULTED HER FOR NO REASON VALENTINE I’M SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

*He turns to Saint-Bris.*

I know this is super-awkward timing and a bad situation in general, but can I please marry your daughter? I love her madly!

*Valentine opens her mouth to speak but Saint-Bris cuts her off.*

Saint-Bris: You loved her?

Raoul: I still do! All I ask is for your forgiveness and her hand in marriage.

Saint-Bris: You really still love her?

Raoul: WITH ALL MY HEART AND WITHOUT HER I WILL NEVER HAVE TRUE HAPPINESS AGAIN

Saint-Bris: WELL THAT JUST MAKES TODAY ALL THE SWEETER AND MORE SCHADENFREUDE-Y

You beg me for her hand in marriage? Well, I have some news for you: she’s no longer mine to ask for, because earlier today she and Nevers were married—SHE’S NOW THE WIFE OF ANOTHER MAN!!! 

Townspeople: WAIT SHE’S BEEN MARRIED OFF TO SOMEONE ELSE???

Huguenot Soldiers: Oh, good Lord!

*At this moment, a joyous march can be heard in the distance.*

Saint-Bris: WOULD YOU LISTEN TO THAT! Her husband is coming back to get her! 

EVERYONE IS SO HAPPY AND WE ARE TRIUMPHANT AND IT’S A SPECTACLE WORTHY OF THE SAINT-BRIS AND NEVERS FAMILIES

*A large boat, richly decorated and lit, sails down the river. Onboard are Nevers, musicians, pages, several members of the court, and Nevers and Valentine’s entire wedding party. Nevers gets off the boat and rushes in to greet Valentine.*

Nevers: My noble wife, my dear Valentine, come with me! I love you, and I hope we can cherish our vows together! There’s a whole party waiting so we can celebrate this happy day together—I adore you and I’m proud to be your husband and your friend!

*The Romani dancers and musicians return and take up the festive music. They approach Valentine and Nevers and present them with flowers and sweets. Nevers signals to one of the pages to give them gold. The dancers dance and the others bring in torches. Nevers takes Valentine’s hand and escorts her to the boat; they are followed by Saint-Bris, Nevers’ pages, and the entire wedding escort.*

Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: THEIR WEDDING PARTY IS GOING TO BE AMAZING MAY HEAVEN BLESS THEM WITH LONG LIVES AND A HAPPY HOME LET’S ALL SING AND DANCE AND CELEBRATE 

LONG LIVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL OF BRIDES AND MAY HEAVEN BLESS THIS COUPLE WITH JOY

*The Catholic students and Huguenot soldiers begin threatening each other again.*

Catholic Students and Huguenot Soldiers: NO MORE PEACE WE HAVE TO FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL SO REVENGE OR DEATH

Marguérite: EVERYONE STOP FIGHTING AND SHOW SOME RESPECT

Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: MAY THEY HAVE LONG HAPPY LIVES AND THE BEST WEDDING PARTY EVER ANYWAY LET’S ALL CELEBRATE

Raoul: I FUCKED UP AND NOW MY LIFE IS OVER

Marguérite and Urbain: RAOUL PLEASE CALM THE FUCK DOWN

Saint-Bris: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER ULTIMATE SCHADENFREUDE

Catholic Students and Huguenot Soldiers: ENOUGH OF THIS OUR ONLY OPTIONS ARE VENGEANCE OR DEATH

Marguérite and Urbain: CALM DOWN!!! but really things are not looking good at all

Raoul: NOW SHE’S MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE I FUCKED UP SPECTACULARLY I HATE THIS AND I HATE HER NEW HUSBAND BECAUSE HE’S MY RIVAL

Marcel: THIS IS SO MESSED UP

Marguérite: EVERYONE STOP AND SHOW SOME RESPECT

Nevers and Valentine: *do not say anything, for some reason*

Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: WE LOVE WEDDINGS AND MAY THEY HAVE THE BEST WEDDING PARTY EVER AND THE BEST MARRIAGE EVER AND LONG LIVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF BRIDES

Raoul, Marcel, Catholic Students, and Huguenot Soldiers: ENOUGH OF THIS NO MORE PEACE 

Marguérite, Urbain, Saint-Bris, Wedding Party Members, and Townspeople: LONG LIVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL OF BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDES

*Once everyone in the wedding party is on board the boat, it sails away as the majority of the crowd waves it goodbye. Marguérite remounts her horse and leaves with her entourage; the people bow. Groups of Protestants and Catholics continue to threaten each other from across the square.*

Notes

Due to technical issues (unrelated to the ones that caused me to have to remake this post), Acts IV and V are on a separate post here.

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Une journée à Compiègne en passant par Pierrefonds

Ça y est, les vacances sont arrivées ! Manque de chance, vous n’avez aucune idée de destinations et le Covid vous empêche de prendre quelques jours au soleil ! Ne vous inquiétez pas, Ô Magazine a tout prévu ! Aujourd’hui, nous vous emmenons faire un tour à Compiègne et à Pierrefonds ! Alors, prêts à partir à l’aventure ? Pierrefonds et son château grandiose Vous avez toujours rêvé de vous retrouver dans un décor de conte de fées ou de vous balader dans une forteresse où vivait une princesse ? À Pierrefonds, c’est possible ! Petite ville située à quinze minutes de Compiègne, Pierrefonds abrite un magnifique château qui pourrait sortir tout droit d’un conte de fées. En effet, avec son architecture de style gothique alliée à celle du Moyen Âge, ce château n’a rien d’un château ordinaire ! Construit, déconstruit puis reconstruit, le château n’a cessé de connaître des améliorations, ce qui fait de lui un château insolite. Tout commence en 1396 avec Louis Ier d’Orléans qui le reçoit du comte de Valois. Le nouveau propriétaire décide donc de le rénover et confie les travaux à l’architecte Raymond du Temple. Servant pendant de nombreux siècles à la surveillance des échanges entre les Flandres et la Bourgogne, le château fut abandonné au XVIIIème siècle. Il faudra attendre un siècle pour que le couple impérial Eugénie et Napoléon III confie sa restauration à l'architecte Eugène Viollet-le-Duc pour en faire leur résidence impériale. Viollet-le-Duc met alors tout en œuvre pour allier authenticité et technologie. En effet, il va utiliser les meilleurs matériaux et les plus innovants pour faire du château de Pierrefonds la résidence impériale idéale. Malheureusement, Eugénie et Napoléon n’habiteront jamais ce château. En vous baladant à l’intérieur de ce somptueux édifice, n’hésitez pas à lever les yeux pour admirer les petits détails qui se cachent. Pierrefonds saura vous séduire par sa grandeur, son histoire et son architecture ! Si vous aimez les châteaux, n’hésitez pas à vous rendre à celui de Compiègne ! Celui-ci vous en mettra plein la vue ! À lire aussi : Passez un week-end de charme en Normandie Compiègne et le petit Versailles Compiègne et son château impérial Eh oui ! Bien que Napoléon III et Eugénie ne se soient pas installés à Pierrefonds, ils ont bel et bien habité le somptueux palais au centre de Compiègne. Bâti par Louis XV et Louis XVI, ce château est tout à fait semblable au château de Versailles en plus petit. Il saura vous éblouir par son raffinement, sa beauté et son côté grandiose. De plus, vous aurez la chance de découvrir la garde-robe d’Eugénie et d’admirer la délicatesse et l’élégance de ses tenues. Enfin, abritant le musée de l’automobile, vous pourrez découvrir les voitures du XVIIIème siècle à celles de nos jours ! Le château possédant également un jardin, vous pourrez apprécier cet endroit rempli de senteurs et de mille couleurs ! Le wagon de l'armistice Enfin, si vous êtes également intéressés par les événements de la Première et Seconde Guerre mondiale, vous trouverez votre bonheur à la clairière de l’armistice. Cette clairière est spécialement dédiée au wagon où l’Armistice a été signé le 11 novembre 1918. Vous y trouverez également de nombreuses reconstitutions mais aussi des objets tels que des obus, des vêtements mais aussi des photos datant de cette époque. Visite incontournable pour petits et grands afin de commémorer cet événement qui fait partie de notre Histoire. Ainsi s'achève notre petite escapade dans l'Oise ! Si vous désirez en savoir davantage à propos de ces monuments, n'hésitez pas à aller les visiter ! Vous ne le regretterez absolument pas ! Alors prêts et prêtes à rencontrer ces lieux mythiques ? Read the full article

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Georges Sorel est né à Cherbourg, le 20 novembre 1847, dans une famille de pure souche normande. Elève brillantissime ayant obtenu des premiers prix d’arithmétique algèbre, de mathématiques, de géométrie trigonométrie, d’histoire naturelle, de cosmographie et de mécanique, il est d’un caractère indépendant et frondeur. Sa conduite laisse parfois à désirer. Mais, en 1865, il est reçu à l’Ecole polytechnique puis en 1867 il entre pour trois ans à l’école des Ponts et Chaussées.

A cette époque Georges Sorel est monarchiste légitimiste, n’hésitant pas à écrire « Vive Henri V ! » sur ses copies. Il espérait que le comte de Chambord allait prendre Paris d’assaut à la tête d’une armée de volontaires. Mais tout porte à croire qu’il n’a pas gardé longtemps ces idées. Suit une carrière de haut fonctionnaire qu’il achève en 1892 avec le grade d’ingénieur en chef de première classe et la croix de chevalier de la légion d’honneur. Rien ne le prédestinait donc à devenir l’un des théoriciens du syndicalisme révolutionnaire, si ce n’est une rencontre décisive…

Alité pour des raisons de santé dans une auberge de Lyon en 1875, il est soigné par une modeste servante de l’établissement, Marie David, fille de paysans pauvres du Jura. Touché par son dévouement, il décide une fois guéri de l’emmener avec lui et, puisqu’elle ne sait quasiment ni lire ni écrire, il va demander à une institutrice de venir lui donner des leçons particulières. Marie est devenue sa compagne et le restera jusqu’à son dernier souffle en 1897. Les historiens se sont demandés pourquoi Sorel, qui était défavorable à l’union libre, ne l’avait jamais épousé, d’autant que Marie était une fervente catholique qui ne manquait jamais un pèlerinage à la Vierge se déroulant chaque année dans son Jura natal. Peut-être a-t-il voulu tout simplement ne pas faire de peine à ses parents qu’une telle mésalliance offusquait.

Par son dévouement incessant à la cause des pauvres et des misérables, Marie a joué un rôle essentiel dans l’évolution de Sorel, en lui permettant d’échapper aux préjugés de sa classe. Et, lorsqu’il publiera ses Réflexions sur la violence, onze ans après sa mort, c’est à elle « la compagne de sa jeunesse » qu’il dédiera ce livre « tout inspiré de son esprit ».

Source : J-C. VALLA, Georges Valois. De l’anarcho-syndicalisme au fascisme, Editions de la Librairie Nationale, Les cahiers Libres d’Histoire, n°11, 2003, p. 65-67.

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Ancienne porte du Paon, 4e quart du XVIIIe siècle. Dessinateur: Tavernier de Jonquières. Cette porte fut démolie en 1814. Elle se trouvait à l'emplacement de la place Michel-Dupuy actuelle. La Vierge à l'enfant que l'on trouve sur la façade d'un immeuble actuel et au même endroit se trouvait à l'intérieur de la porte de Paon, côté ville. La porte du Paon date du comte de Valois Charles (1285-1325). Elle recevait les routes de Villers-Cotterêts, de la Ferté-Milon et de Paris. Source des informations historiques: Crépy-en-Valois,ancien et moderne, Leconte, imprimeur-éditeur, 1898 Source de l'image: Gallica, BNF

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Comte de La Mole & Marguerite of Navarre / Comte de Bussy & Diana de Monsoreau (Russian adaptations-series "La Reine Margot" & "La Dame de Monsoreau")

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in the (exceptionally unlikely) event the Met does Les Huguenots in the near future:

Conductor: Yannick Nézét-Séguin or Enrique Mazzola

Director: if you want something more traditional, Sir David McVicar, if a little more out there…David Alden already directed a production in Berlin that looks quite good (and should have been filmed with Juan Diego Flórez but the Deutsche Oper Berlin will not let us have nice things and I’m definitely not still bitter about that)

Raoul de Nangis: Benjamin Bernheim (he may not have sung a single note of Meyerbeer on the Boulevard des Italiens album but the first thought I had after listening to said album was “I need to hear his Raoul ASAP”) OR Matthew Polenzani (kicked some serious French grand opéra butt as Don Carlos and as Fernand in La favorite)

*if Polenzani and Yoncheva (see below) are not both available at the same time, swap in Michael Spyres. I have also been suggested Charles Castronovo. idk if he has those super-high notes but otherwise yeah he’d be a great pick too.

Valentine de Saint-Bris: Rachel Willis-Sørensen (absolutely SLAYED this role in Geneva, she’s my absolute favorite I’ve ever heard or seen in this role) or Sonya Yoncheva, but only if she’s partnered with Matthew Polenzani because there’s something about that duo that’s just absolutely magical

*if Polenzani is not available then swap in Nicole Car.

Marcel: John Relyea (has done the role, is a fantastic bass in general) or Michele Pertusi (same reasoning).

Marguérite de Valois: Lisette Oropesa (if you’ve seen her do anything from this role…no explanation needed) or Erin Morley (also a fantastic soprano with a proven track record in the role).

Le Comte de Saint-Bris: Gerald Finley (great voice, track record in French rep, amazing actor) or Christian Van Horn (similar reasoning).

Urbain: Ying Fang if you want a soprano Urbain, Marianne Crebassa if you want a mezzo Urbain. or give Léa Desandre an opportunity to make her Met debut.

Le Comte de Nevers: Artur Ruciński (great voice, great actor, proven track record in French opera at the Met) or Etienne Dupuis (same reasoning).

*it would also be kinda cute tbh if Dupuis was in this and Nicole Car played Valentine because they’re married IRL.

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Ikemen Vampire - Jean d’Arc Route Summary Chapter 10

here is the tenth chapter!

to clarify again, I’m not very good at japanese so if anything is wrong or weirdly translated everything is on me.

of course there is going to be some spoilers so do not read if you don’t wish to know jean’s story yet.

*also little bonus at the end about Jeanne d’Arc real story! of course you don’t have to read it to understand his route in the game but it’s very interesting :)*

The Count tells MC the history of the war between France and England, also known as the Hundred Years’ War...

【 Comte 】  Jean was a soldier who led the French army during the Hundred Years War.

Jean fights for his country, France and defeats the English army. Jean d’Arc, soon after the defeat of the enemy, becomes a true hero for his people.

However, such glory won’t last for Jean :( 'The most tragic end of the world's heroes', as they say.

In the course of the battle, Jean was captured as a prisoner of war by the enemy. The King didn’t want to help him for some reason. 😡

And of course... 🙄

【 Comte 】  Jean was convicted of heresy and it has been decided that he would be sentenced to fire.

After Jean's death, the king ordered a re-examination of his treason and found him to be innocent, and he went down as a hero of France.

The fact that Jean never knew went down as a hero after his death and this won’t change the fact that he died as an innocent. The protagonist is angry because it doesn't make any sense.

From the bottom of my stomach, I feel a mixture of anger and frustration.

Here, the MC asks the Count a question. “Why did he bring him back to life after such a death?”

There's something different about the Count returning the great men of the mansion and Jean.

The MC wonders if Jean really wanted the Count to bring him back to life. Before the Count can answer, Jean appears, interrupts him, takes the MC by the arm and leads her away.

【 Jean 】  One look at this man's face is enough. I don't like it. Let's go, woman. 

As soon as they arrived in the library, Jean seems to have calmed down a little lets go of the MC's arm.

The protagonist apologises for trying to find out about his past without his permission, but Jean says that's okay. Jean says it's okay, because his life has been written about in books anyway. However, he says that he doesn't want the Count to tell her about it.

【 Jean 】  ...It's not enough to say I hate it, it's too much.

Jean says that he is not a hero and that he is no different from the children's book he used to read, The Ugly Duckling.

it hurts me so much that this is the way he perceives himself when he deserves all the love in the world </3

Jean's gaze fell on the book 'The Ugly Duckling', which was still on the table.

That’s it for chapter 10!

here is some real background info about the real Jeanne d’Arc! She is such a brave and interesting historical figure. The epitome of a real badass, fearless and powerful woman.

so, the hundred years' war, if we summarize as much as possible is a series of armed conflicts that began in 1337. which opposes the kingdom of france and the kingdom of england.

in 1328 at the death of king charles iv, the question arises as to who will inherit the french crown.

one then has the choice between the cousin of the preceding king philippe de valois and edward iii the king of england who by his mother isabelle is also a descendant of the french throne.

you can imagine putting an english king on the french throne, wasn’t seen very well. 

edward not happy, which led to a succession crisis, which lead to the hundred years' war.

obviously this conflict, quickly overcomes a simple succession crisis.

it's a mess.

what you have to remember, is that the english are gradually invading part of the kingdom of france.

in 1415, after the battle of azincourt and the english victory, the english king henry v controls much of the north of the kingdom of france, including paris for that matter.

but it is far from being the only concern.

what you have to keep in mind is that the king of france at the time, charles vi, is reached at rather regular intervals of madness.

this obviously prevents him from administering the kingdom properly.

as a result, in parallel with the conflict with the english, a real civil war breaks out.

to find out who between his son the heir charles and his cousin the duke of burgundy will be able to take back the reins of the kingdom; the duke of burgundy is supported by the burgundians who will end up allying themselves with the english and the son of the king the heir charles is supported by the armagnacs.

but during this time, charles is betrayed by his own father who disinherits his son and after his death, gives the crown to the english.

i warned you that it was really messy.

and it is in this incredible mess that our jeanne arrives.

and where exactly does jeanne come from? from domremy.

she is also often called the virgin of orleans.

she is associated with the city of reims, but jeanne was originally born in domremy.

and where exactly is this place? domremy is this little town to the west of the city of the vosges department, on the banks of the meuse river.

isn't it pretty?

this is jeanne's birth house,

she would have been born around 1412. the building classified as a historical monument since 1840 includes in addition to a cellar, three large rooms originally used to house the whole family, her parents and four siblings.

according to jeanne's trial, it is here that she would have learned to sew or weave which were two occupations of the young girls of the time.

her father was a ploughman, so she often had to look after the animals.

and since she is very pious she spent a lot of time praying.

she went on pilgrimage at least once a week, for example in the notre dame de bermont chapel, about three kilometres (as the crow flies) from her birth house.

and jeanne d’arc, as you may have guessed, wasn't always called jeanne d’arc.

no, in history she has had different names and official nicknames.

there are of course the best known ones: the virgin of orleans, jeanne the virgin or even just the virgin and in the vicinity of domremy she was also called the jeannette de rommée, in connection with her mother's name. she has even signed several letters with the name jehanne.

and it's even more complicated if you're interested in her surname “d'arc”.

which was originally written darc, without the apostrophe. here again there have been many variations, and i'll mention a few of them: tarc, dars, darx and even d'ailly or daly according to the phonetic transcription of her name, with a lorraine accent. from there we move on to duly, then du lys.

when the king ennobled jeanne and her family, it is written on the deed, la dame du lys in reference to the royal coat of arms.

this is the magnificent bois-chenu basilica, which was built between 1880 and 1940 in honour of jeanne.

and for the record, this incredible basilica was sometimes considered to be the place where jeanne would have heard voices.

however if we refer to the trial, it is in her father's garden, near the house, that jeanne would have started hearing voices, celestial calls, coming from saint catherine of st. margaret's and the archangel saint michael.

the divine mission entrusted to her was very “simple”.

she was only commanded to be a cavalier, to cross a kingdom occupied by the english to go and find the future charles vii and convince him that she is the one sent from heaven.

to help him to take his place on the throne by her coronation in reims.

to show him how to liberate the kingdom of france, of the english presence.

it seems to be an easy enough mission for me. 😅 (nope)

so obviously you can imagine that the people didn't take her seriously right away. it took a few years before she managed to convince the world that she wasn't completely crazy.

- jeanne?

- yes?

- this is the voice.

- is someone talking to me?

- you are the chosen one, jeanne, join me.

- yes, i'm coming.

- i hope you like human barbecue. (ok i'll stop :/)

how is the legend of jeanne forged? how does one go from being a peasant girl eager to help, to jeanne of arc, heroine of the kingdom of france?

this is le centre d’interprétation (the interpretation centre), which is just behind jeanne of arc's birth house and retraces her youth and adventures.

her journey is incredible, at 17 years old, jeanne can't stand not doing anything anymore, she has been hearing voices urging her to act for four years now.

so she decides to return to the châtellenie de vaucouleurs, to meet captain robert de baudricourt, one of the king's faithful followers and after several vicissitudes, she manages to convince him. it wasn't easy, i remind you that her main point was that she hears voices. but yeah, he finally agrees to send her with an escort, join the heirn in chinon.

the journey is quite long and above all risky, we are talking about more than 500 kilometres and in this period of turmoil, the dangers were quite present especially if you look at the map, one realizes that the small expedition crosses areas not controlled by the enemy coalition.

fortunately, everything went well for jeanne, who arrives at her destination on march 1429 and gets an audience with the heir two days later. he was quite suspicious of this young woman at first, who claims to hear divine voices but according to the story she made a revelation to him that we don't know which eventually convinced him.

for the entourage of the suitor of the throne, it's not that simple and you can understand them, betting on jeanne is a little bit like a poker game. so they insist that she will be given a few interrogations, she is questioned about her life, about her morals and finally confidence is established, she is equipped with military equipment. she then undergoes mini combat trainings and here we go, her dream is about to come true, she joins a supply convoy in blois and on april 22nd, with more than 4000 men, she is headed for orléans.

the arrival of jeanne of arc changes many things.

her faith, her confidence in victory gives hope to the soldiers and to the inhabitants, who are filled with new energy. they manage to win in less than 10 days, 10 days and the english are obliged to give up their plan, which consisted of taking the city and then attacking the south of the loire.

jeanne who comes out of this battle with this image as a victorious, ultra badass woman and just earned her nickname... la pucelle d'orléans (the virgin of orleans).

thanks to her victory in orleans, jeanne thus becomes a kind of national heroine. she represents by her fame and her qualities, a not insignificant asset for the heir in his fight against the english and the burgundians.

but what makes a real difference is less her qualities as a war strategist and more her ability to charm and to galvanise the troops and the inhabitants along the way.

it's quite simple, before jeanne's arrival, the english had a reputation for never losing their invincibility.

and jeanne achieves the feat of restoring confidence in a possible victory.

it gives the impression to the troops that they are going to receive a kind of divine help and it changes everything in the soldiers' minds, all the more so because before her arrival there was a prophecy, who said that a virgin would help defeat the english so when jeanne arrives, everyone thought "it's ok, we're saved"!

jeanne persuades the future king to start a ride to reims who is in the middle of enemy territory, to be crowned.

jeanne thus succeeded in carrying out one of the following missions which were supposedly entrusted to her by the voices she hears; in other words, since she has succeeded, she is necessarily an envoy of god, and that for the mood of the troops, it makes a huge difference.

unfortunately after the time of victories comes the time of defeats.

after the coronation, the king and jeanne no longer really agree. she is convinced that her mission is to keep the english out of france.

the king, for his part, is longing for a little rest.

for example, he does not feel at all capable of taking back paris, while jeanne, a little bit stubborn, goes there anyway and suffers a failure.

on top of that she is wounded, she gets a crossbow arrow in her thigh, moreover, she breaks her sword which had for all victories...

it's a bad sign.

some people think that the virgin is abandoned by god. some time later jeanne went to compiègne, a city besieged by the burgundians and by some english contingents and once again it goes wrong, she is taken prisoner in may 1430, by the burgundians.

she tried to escape, but all her attempts failed and in november of the same year, she was sold to the english. jeanne is then taken to the castle of rouen, where members of the church judge her for heresy.

the trial was to say that charles vii was crowned thanks to a witch, she is also blamed for everything and anything, for dressing in men's clothing,

for deferring directly to god's judgement without going through the church, for hearing the voices of demons and not of saints.

jeanne really plays her life on each of her answers, in addition, she faces accusers totally committed to the english cause on her own when she was only 19 years old.

moreover, the witnesses are obviously not chosen at random, everyone who could speak up for jeanne is under pressure. everything is being done to ensure that she is condemned. finally, she ends up at the stake, on the market square, and we make sure there's nothing left of her body, to prevent it from being turned into holy relics.

and then after the end of the hundred years' war, i.e. almost 25 years later, the church reverses this first court decision. king charles vii wants to wash away the insult that was done to him through this trial and he pushes jeanne's family to ask for a review. pope calixtus iii agreed and jeanne was rehabilitated in 1456. the investigations carried out are more serious, many of jeanne's contemporaries jostle to plead in her favour and even people who had once spoken badly of her finally return to saying good things about her.

the first judgement is broken and the young woman's memory is rehabilitated.

an unusual little fact in the end - many people have not been able to admit that the story of the virgin ends up on a pyre. for them it was impossible, this story was too beautiful, this too extraordinary woman.

and it went far enough that people found stories of women, who a few years later claimed to be the real jeanne.

just imagine them saying stuff like "oh yeah, yeah it's me i didn't burn at all, my face has changed a little bit but it's me, i assure you, believe me, really".

a certain claude des armoises is said to have pretended to be her, in the metz region. after having acquired a certain renown, having been given gifts by former relatives of jeanne; she even went so far as to meet two of the virgin's brothers, who (hold on because it's completely insane) believed her.

they really believed it was their own sister who had died at the stake.

it's a crazy story!

well, we don't really know if they really believed it, or if one pretends to believe it for financial reasons for example.

in any case, this woman, who was talked about everywhere, is unmasked by the king himself, so that this fraud can be stopped.

in the end, i find this story quite unusual.

here are the friends!

i hope it wasn’t too long to read (it probably was) and that you have learned two, three little things on our dear jeanne d’arc. after all, she is one of the most famous women in history!

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Pierre de Bauffremont, Count of Charny (1397–1473).

Pierre, seneschal of Burgundy, was one of the first 24 Knights of the Golden Fleece, appointed by Philip the Good in 1430.

In 1447 he married one of Philip the Good's bastard daughters, Maria.

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The cast of Les Huguenots: Reality Check

Raoul, tenor

A Protestant gentleman. Typical romantic, clueless tenor. Frequent cinnamon roll and occasional dick (i.e. when refusing to marry Valentine over a misunderstanding, rather than asking questions or, you know, shutting up for once and waiting for an explanation). Enjoys simple pleasures like good food and drink, hanging out with the guys, sharing stories, and crushing on sopranos he saves from vagabonds. Possibly has a crush on his future girlfriend’s ex- fiancée, though he doesn’t know any of that at the time (and it’s unclear if he is aware of the crush itself). Is chosen to be a peace offering on two separate occasions: first by joining Nevers, then by being engaged to Valentine. Clearly he is someone’s favorite. (To be fair it probably has more to do with his family’s long-standing feud with the Saint-Bris family.) Both times are in an attempt to reconcile Catholics and Protestants. His reaction to the first attempt is better than his reaction to the second.

Valentine, soprano

Daughter of Count de Saint-Bris. Altogether too pure for this world and deserves so much more than the misogynist, bigoted universe throws at her. Helplessly in love with Raoul after he rescues her from the vagabonds, which makes his rejection of her later all the more devastating (although if we’re lucky she does get to slap him). Has to deal with Saint-Bris as a dad so we have to admire the fact that she hasn’t exploded already. She is willing to sacrifice pretty much everything for the people she cares about, from agreeing to marry a man she appreciates but is not in love with, to denouncing her own faith in order to marry the man she truly loves. Just wants the world to be a better and more just place. Tragically, that is apparently too much to ask.

Marguérite de Valois, soprano

Queen of Navarre. A really awesome sovereign who enjoys peace and harmony, which unfortunately there is not a lot of in her time and place. She’s very in tune to what those around her feel and need and you know what, if people just listened to her and followed her example things would have turned out much better. But I suppose that’s too much to ask. Enjoys hanging out with a lovely group of ladies and is particularly fond of Valentine (I will leave it up to you how to interpret “fond). Tries so hard to make things better for her people and keep the peace. Interesting that the ladies she spends time with are perfectly happy with that idea, and all the terrible things that happen are initiated by men.

Le Comte de Nevers, baritone

A Catholic gentleman. Genuine Good Baritone. Engaged to Valentine at the beginning of the opera, though this gets called off for the above-discussed reasons. Handles it like the gentleman he is, knowing it’s for the good of the people in the long run (irony anyone?). Probably has a crush on Raoul. Is surprisingly cool with the idea that his new crush is going to marry his former fiancée, but is rightfully outraged when Raoul snubs her. Is the only one to stand up to Saint-Bris and refuse to partake in the murder of the Huguenots, which unfortunately gets him kicked out and we don’t see him again after that. Definitely deserves an on-stage death scene, though knowing how people treat French Grand Opéra, it would probably be cut all the time anyway.

Le Comte de Saint-Bris, baritone (or bass)

A Catholic gentleman, though “gentleman” is being extremely generous. Sure, he has a position of power and follows social morays of the time and holds himself with dignity, but what kind of gentleman orders the murder of hundreds of innocent people, inadvertently killing his own daughter, who he’s basically been suffocating her entire life anyway? How this guy ended up with a friend like Nevers is beyond me. Someone do the world a service and push this man off a cliff.

Marcel, bass

A Huguenot soldier and Raoul's babysitter servant. Kind of set in his ways as far as society and religion goes, but he’s a very nice and genuine person (unlike some people). Takes good care of Raoul and may be a bit overprotective. Tries to be the sensible one but when your charge is a tenor that is a difficult task to accomplish. Witnessing war and humanity as its worst has made him a bit cynical and quick to judge, but once he becomes devoted to someone, he doesn’t let anyone so much as look at them funny. Clearly has been a good role model for Raoul, because despite Raoul’s typical tenor qualities (jumping to conclusions and overreacting), Raoul is a genuinely good and kind person, following Marcel’s example in that sense. At least someone in this opera has a decent father figure.

Urbain, soprano or mezzo-soprano

Queen Marguérite’s page. Enjoys being the center of attention, especially in song form. Per trouser role tradition, enjoys flirting with and spying on the ladies and is occasionally mistaken for being one. Very devoted to his Queen (who he may or may not have a crush on) and Valentine (who he also may or may not have a crush on). Though the men seem to enjoy making fun of him, he has a surprisingly powerful presence and is able to get people’s attention even in the middle of a riot. We hope he is not witness to the massacre at the end. Either way, his idyllic perceptions of the world and desire to frolic unhindered are more than likely dashed after the events of this opera.

About a dozen other Catholic nobles of various voice ranges and various levels on the Decent Human Being-o-meter. Obviously any one of them that participates in the massacre at the end don’t even make it to the meter.

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Louis de Valois, comte d'Alais, Claude Mellan, 17th century, Harvard Art Museums: Prints

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of Belinda L. Randall from the collection of John Witt Randall

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/240561

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Opera Simplified #7: Les Huguenots—Part II

Les Huguenots

(The Huguenots)

Opera Simplified #7

The Basics:

Music: Giacomo Meyerbeer

Libretto: Augustin Eugène Scribe and Émile de Saint-Amand Deschamps

Premiere: February 29, 1836; Salle Le Peletier (Opéra national de Paris), Paris, France.

Based on: No direct source material except history, although some scenes (though not the plot as a whole) are likely very loosely based on scenes from Prosper Mérimée’s 1829 novel Chronique du règne du Charles IX (Chronicle of the Reign of Charles IX).

Setting: The French province of Touraine (Acts I-II) and Paris, France (Acts III-V); August 1572.

Characters:

Marguérite de Valois, Princess of France, sister of King Charles IX, and soon-to-be Queen of Navarre—soprano

Urbain, her favorite page—soprano*

Valentine de Saint-Bris, her favorite lady-in-waiting—soprano*

Raoul de Nangis, a Huguenot nobleman—tenor

Marcel, his servant and formerly grandfather’s ward, also a seasoned soldier—bass

Le Comte de Saint-Bris, Valentine’s father, leader of the Catholic noble faction, and governor of the Louvre—bass-baritone

Le Comte de Nevers, Valentine’s fiancé, a Catholic nobleman—baritone

Tavannes, also a Catholic nobleman—tenor

Cossé, another Catholic nobleman—tenor

Thoré, yet another Catholic nobleman—tenor

de Retz, still another Catholic nobleman—baritone

Méru, there are way too many extra Catholic noblemen in this opera—baritone

Maurevert, *sigh* ditto except he’s a Special Plotting One in Act III—baritone

Léonard, Nevers’ valet—tenor**

Bois-Rosé, a Huguenot captain—tenor

A nightwatchman—bass

Two ladies-in-waiting—sopranos

Two Catholic girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano

Two Roma girls—soprano and mezzo-soprano

Three monks—tenor and two basses

Henri de Bourbon, the Huguenot King of Navarre and Marguérite’s eventual husband—silent

*Note: While Urbain and Valentine were intended to be sung by sopranos, both roles have a history of being cast with mezzo-sopranos, although this is much more extensive in the case of Urbain than of Valentine.

**In some productions and recordings, Léonard is turned into a trouser role mezzo.

The Opera, Very Simplified: “Way out yonder somewheres, the Lord’s great heart must break at seein’ how men treat one another an’ say they’re doin’ it all for His sake.” -Carlisle Floyd, Susannah, Act I, Scene 5

This is Part II, aka Acts IV and V. If you haven’t read Part I (Acts I-III), here it is. Go read that first.

THE OPERA (or at least the last two acts of it):

ACT IV:

Evening, August 23. A hall in the Comte de Nevers’ townhouse in Paris. Portraits of Nevers’ ancestors and relatives line the walls. A large door and a Gothic window are at the back. On the left is a door leading to Valentine’s private apartments. On the right is a fireplace and a closet, the entrance to which is covered by a tapestry. Also on the right is a large window overlooking the street. Valentine enters alone and collapses onto a sofa.

Valentine: AT LAST I’M ALONE AT HOME **

wait. oh no. NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO DISTRACT ME FROM MY SORROW SO I GUESS I’LL VENT BECAUSE I HONESTLY REALLY NEED TO DO THAT

DAD THE REST OF MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE A LIVING NIGHTMARE BECAUSE YOU KNEW I’M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND YET YOU MARRIED ME OFF ANYWAY

AND AS FOR YOU, GOD, YOU TURNED A DEAF EAR WHEN I BEGGED YOU TO HELP ME AND YOU ALLOWED THIS MARRIAGE TO HAPPEN ANYWAY AND I’M TRYING MY BEST HERE SO AT LEAST HAVE SOME PITY ON ME AND LET ME FORGET RAOUL BECAUSE OTHERWISE I JUST MIGHT LOSE MY MIND

I can’t stop thinking about Raoul; I spend my days crying and dreaming about him! And that only makes me feel more horrible, because I know it’s a sin to even think about him, much less be in love with him, and I want to forget him so badly, but I just can’t!

I hear his voice constantly everywhere—even here, in the very house I share with my husband, and it’s like I can’t hear anything else, not even the voice of my conscience, of God!

And that makes me feel the worst of all: I can’t even pray without thinking about him! I‘m trying with everything I have, I go and kneel before the altar and try to pray like a good Catholic, but every time, I see his face! GOD I JUST TRY TO PRAY BUT I CAN’T WITHOUT PICTURING HIM AND SEEING HIM EVERYWHERE

I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW RAOUL HAS THIS HOLD ON ME I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON GOD BECAUSE OF ALL THIS SO IT’S USELESS TO TRY TO ESCAPE HIM BECAUSE MY MESSED-UP BRAIN IS JUST GOING TO KEEP THINKING ABOUT HIM ISN’T IT MY GOD I CAN’T HELP IT I WANT TO FORGET HIM SO BADLY BUT MY MIND ALWAYS GOES BACK TO HIM AND I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE

*Raoul appears in the back doorway and Valentine sees him.*

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Please, God, just let me have ONE (1) GOOD DAY????????

God, somewhere: Oh my God, you again? Give it a rest, buddy!

Raoul: Yes…it’s me…look at me, coming here in the middle of the night like I’m a criminal or something…BUT I CAN’T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE I LOVE YOU AND I’M GONNA DIE OF DESPAIR

Valentine: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE

Raoul: I WANT WAFFLE FRIES

Valentine: It’s 1572, those don’t exist yet, and I’m honestly kinda frightened WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME

Raoul: Nothing…only to see you one last time before I DIE

Valentine: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GOING TO DIE ALSO SERIOUSLY WHY ARE YOU HERE DID YOU FORGET THAT MY DAD AND/OR MY HUSBAND COULD BE HERE

Raoul: Nope, I’m well aware of that.

Valentine: THEY’RE BOTH STILL REALLY MAD AT YOU AND IF THEY FIND YOU HERE WITH ME THEY’LL KILL YOU SO LEAVE SO YOU DON’T GET KILLED

Raoul: Actually, the part about them finding me here with you and then killing me is my exact plan.

*Footsteps are heard outside.*

Valentine: THERE ARE PEOPLE COMING GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

Raoul: NOPE I’M STAYING HERE AND I’LL WAIT FOR THEM TO FIND AND KILL ME

Valentine: RAOUL THAT IS LITERALLY THE WORST IDEA OF ALL TIME

*She cracks open the door and looks into the hallway outside.*

RAOUL MY DAD AND MY HUSBAND ARE COMING AND IF THEY FIND YOU HERE I’LL BE DISHONORED AND RUINED FOREVER SO AT LEAST FOR MY SAKE PLEASE HIDE

*She hides Raoul in the closet. In the nick of time too, because almost immediately Nevers and Saint-Bris enter with four other Catholic noblemen.*

Saint-Bris: The Queen Mother has told us all to meet here. We’re all here, so, as she requested, it is now time for me to tell you about these plans, which have been in the making for a long time and which are protected by God!

Valentine: (Huh? I have a bad feeling about this…)

Saint-Bris: Valentine? What are you doing here?

Valentine: …I live here?

Saint-Bris: You. Out. Now.

Nevers: Hold up a second, why does she have to leave? I mean, I have no idea what our plans are beyond “religious matters that the royal family is getting involved in”, but she’s as devout a Catholic as any of us, so there shouldn’t be any issue with her learning about the supreme orders of our Queen Mother and our God!

Saint-Bris: …Fine.

*The nobles, including Nevers, gather around Saint-Bris.*

Do you want to save our country from going through more war?

Nobles: YES WE DO

Saint-Bris: Do you want to strike down the enemies of our government and our faith, enemies that lurk within our country and threaten to destroy our homeland?

Nobles: THAT SOUNDS AWESOME AND WE ARE SO READY TO DO THAT

Saint-Bris: Good! The sword of God’s wrath is now hanging over those very same enemies—within the next day, the Huguenots, every last wicked one of them, will be wiped off the face of the earth.

Valentine: (WAIT WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!)

Nevers: *stunned* But…who condemns them to this?

Saint-Bris: God!

Nobles: GOD!

Nevers: And who’s going to kill them?

Saint-Bris: We are!

Nobles: WE ARE!

Nevers: *horrified* We are? WE ARE???????????

*Saint-Bris looks at Nevers distrustfully and then begins a speech of the distinctly “lofty way of describing unspeakable horrors” kind, conspicuously aiming his words towards Nevers.*

Saint-Bris: In this holy cause, I will obey my God and my King, no questions asked, no misgivings, no fear! Count on my courage; I pledge my word and my faith to you!

Nobles: ALMIGHTY GOD SAVE OUR FAITH!!!! WE OBEY OUR KING!!!!!

Nevers: (WHAT ARE THEY SAYING????? I ONLY PLEDGE MY WORD AND FAITH TO WHAT’S HONORABLE AND GOOD)

Valentine: (How can I stop them? God, strengthen me, give me courage, and have mercy on me! Almighty God, have mercy on us all!)

Saint-Bris: *turning back to the nobles* Can the King count on you?

Nobles: YES HE CAN WE SWEAR IT

Saint-Bris: I’ll be leading you all; can I count on you too?

Nobles: WE WILL FOLLOW YOU

Saint-Bris and Valentine: (What??? Nevers isn’t saying anything!)

Valentine: (What is he going to say? I’m afraid…)

Nevers: *exploding* It’s all fine and good to fight on the battlefield, but NOT TO KILL UNARMED, DEFENSELESS PEOPLE JUST TRYING TO LIVE THEIR LIVES!!! To murder ordinary people in the dead of night, stabbing them with daggers like cowardly, common assassins—that’s not right, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT!!!

Saint-Bris: BUT THE KING HAS COMMANDED IT

Nevers: He may command me to, but I will not listen. This is dishonorable in the highest order, and I will not do it! I will not betray myself, my honor, my family, or anything I stand for!

*He gestures to the portraits on the walls.*

You see these portraits of my ancestors? I look at them and I see the glory of my heritage—I count many soldiers, but no assassins! And I’m not about to become the first!

Saint-Bris: So you’re betraying our faith?

Nevers: NO! But I refuse to join in this slaughter! And I will save my sword, the symbol of my nobility and honor, from such gross dishonor! I will not let it be used in this slaughter!

*He breaks his sword over his knee and throws it on the ground.*

Now take it! Here it is! LET GOD JUDGE BETWEEN US

Valentine: THANK YOU FOR BEING A GOOD PERSON FROM THIS MOMENT FORWARD I’M YOURS AND NO LONGER MY FATHER’S anyway come here I have to tell you something—

*Before she’s able to pull him aside and tell him what she was going to tell him [and we never find out what she was going to tell him], the door opens again and a crowd of constables, magistrates, and leaders of the city militia enters.*

Saint-Bris: *pointing to Nevers* Arrest the Comte de Nevers, my son-in-law. Hold him in jail until tomorrow. Until then, all of you will answer to me for him.

Valentine: (May Heaven calm my father’s wrath!)

Saint-Bris and Nobles: IN THIS HOLY CAUSE I WILL OBEY MY GOD AND MY KING NO QUESTIONS ASKED NO MISGIVINGS AND NO FEAR

Valentine: I’M FILLED WITH TERROR AND I CAN’T HANDLE IT GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME

Nevers: My cause is the truly just and holy one! I can and I must stand against this, I must stand up and resist my King!

*Nevers is arrested and led out through the back. Saint-Bris threateningly signals to Valentine that she must leave the room, so she goes into her private apartments but stands at the door, listening. A large group of nobles enters.*

Saint-Bris: You all have shown your devotion to God, our country, and the faithful people of our city by coming here today and answering God’s call. Now, we have a lot of logistics to get through for this operation, so EVERYONE LISTEN UP

Spread out through the city later tonight, when it’s dark and no one else is out. Get on every last street, and make sure that no one hears you. And then, there’ll be a signal—I will tell you about that in a moment—and at that signal, it will all begin!

Everyone Else: WE’LL ALL START AT THE SAME TIME

Saint-Bris: Now, it’s time to talk targets.

*He points to a man in the crowd.*

You, de Besme, and your soldiers will surround the Admiral’s house. LET HIM BE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE ***

Everyone Else: YEAH LET HIM BE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE

Saint-Bris: *pointing to another man in the crowd* Go to the Hôtel de Nesle! All the other Huguenot leaders will be there tonight, throwing a party to celebrate the wedding of Marguérite de Valois and the King of Navarre! ****

Everyone Else: YEAH GO TO THE HÔTEL DE NESLE AND KILL THEM ALL

Saint-Bris: ALRIGHT EVERYONE LISTEN UP THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

When the bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois rings for the first time, everyone be absolutely silent and very careful, and get your soldiers and weapons ready. *****

*He points to another man in the crowd.*

But you, run through the city and rouse the alarm! I’m counting on you to be discreet so the Huguenots don’t suspect anything!

*He addresses everyone once more.*

And when that holy bell rings for a second time, that will be the true signal! AT THAT SIGNAL OF HEAVEN’S VENGEANCE WE WILL ALL RISE UP AND KILL EVERY LAST HUGUENOT

God, who already hears and blesses you, will lead you! ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS

*He leaves the room for a moment. Valentine pokes her head out the door on the left as everyone gets into place.*

Valentine: OH GOD HOW CAN I HELP HIM HE HAS TO LISTEN TO ALL THIS AND HE CAN’T EVEN GET OUT I WANT TO RUN TO HIS SIDE BUT IT’S WAY TOO RISKY

DEAR GOD THIS IS SO DANGEROUS PLEASE SAVE RAOUL AND LET ME DIE INSTEAD

*She goes back into her apartments. Saint-Bris returns with three monks, who carry baskets filled with white scarves and set them to the side.*

Saint-Bris and the Monks: GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF VENGEANCE AND TO THE FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN SOLDIER WHO SERVES HIM BY THE SWORD

*All the noblemen and city officials kneel as they draw their swords and daggers.*

Holy weapons, which will soon be soaked with unclean blood, by which God the Most High will strike down His enemies, be blessed!

*The monks bless the weapons.*

Everyone: GLORY BE TO THE GREAT GOD OF VENGEANCE AND TO THE FAITHFUL CHRISTIAN SOLDIER WHO SERVES HIM BY THE SWORD

*Saint-Bris points to two of the items he is wearing: a white scarf tied around one arm and the Cross of Anjou.* ******

Saint-Bris: Let all of us Catholics wear this white scarf and this unblemished cross so we can distinguish ourselves, Heaven’s chosen, from the others!

Saint-Bris and the Monks: SHOW NO MERCY START KILLING AND DON’T STOP KILL EVERYONE WHO FLEES OR TRIES TO HIDE FROM YOU

Everyone Else: STRIKE THEM DOWN

Saint-Bris and the Monks: IF ONE OF THEIR FIGHTERS IS BEGGING YOU FOR THEIR LIFE—

Everyone Else: STRIKE THEM DOWN

Saint-Bris and the Monks: SHOW NO MERCY KILL THEM ALL LET THEM ALL DIE BY THE SWORD AND THE FIRE INCLUDING THE ELDERLY AND THE WOMEN AND THE CHILDREN

ANATHEMA UPON THEM!!!

Everyone: ANATHEMA UPON THEM MAY THEY ALL BE DAMNED IN HELL

Saint-Bris and the Monks: God does not know them!

*Everyone with weapons holds them up, and as if it’s even possible, become more whipped up in the frenzy as they run forward.*

Everyone: GOD WILLS IT GOD COMMANDS IT SHOW MERCY TO NO ONE

GOD WILL GRANT US FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS IF WE SERVE HIM BY SLAUGHTERING HIS ENEMIES SO LET THE SWORDS GLEAM AND LET THE HUGUENOTS’ BLOOD FLOW BECAUSE WE WILL BE REWARDED IN HEAVEN FOR DOING THIS

GOD WILLS IT GOD COMMANDS IT SHOW MERCY TO NO ONE AND HE WILL GRANT US FORGIVENESS FOR OUR SINS IF WE SERVE HIM BY SLAUGHTERING HIS ENEMIES

GOD WILLS IT SPARE NO ONE HE WILL FORGIVE US GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saint-Bris: WAIT EVERYONE SHUT UP I HAVE SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT THERE MAY BE PEOPLE LISTENING IN ON US

A Monk: YEAH EVERYONE WHAT HE SAID SHUT UP

Saint-Bris: MAKE SURE NO ONE BETRAYS US

A Monk: WHAT HE SAID

Saint-Bris and the Monks: Let’s all leave without making any noise! But first…

*The monks signal for everyone to kneel and then bless them. The people rise after they have been blessed by the monks.*

Everyone: IN THIS HOLY CAUSE I WILL OBEY MY GOD AND MY KING NO QUESTIONS ASKED, NO MISGIVINGS, AND NO FEAR!!! COUNT ON MY COURAGE I PLEDGE MY WORD AND MY FAITH TO YOU

alright everyone now we really need to be quiet but we’ll start at midnight! don’t make any noise! make sure nothing betrays us and that they don’t find out about this! let’s go! but first…

*Despite having literally just said they need to be quiet, they choose to scream the next three words as loudly as possible.*

GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright everyone we start at midnight! see you then!

*Everyone leaves. Raoul cautiously lifts the tapestry to make sure everyone has gone and then runs to the door at the back, but stops when he hears it being locked from outside. Valentine comes in through the door on the left.*

Valentine: WHERE ARE YOU GOING

*She tries to stop him.*

ANSWER ME RAOUL

Raoul: Where am I going?…I have to go help my brethren! I HAVE TO WARN THEM ABOUT THIS SO WE CAN STOP THEM FROM KILLING US ALL

Valentine: DO YOU WANT TO KILL MY FATHER AND MY HUSBAND???

Raoul: I MUST PUNISH MURDERERS

Valentine: But…it’s useless…they’re armed in the name of God—

Raoul: DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT

Valentine: I DON’T KNOW THIS IS JUST REALLY MESSED UP

Raoul: And this is the God that your religion worships! A God who orders you to massacre your fellow human beings, your fellow Frenchmen!

Valentine: DON’T BLASPHEME GOD IS MERCIFUL AND CARES ABOUT YOU HE WANTS YOU TO LIVE

*Raoul tries to find a way out of the room.*

DON’T LEAVE

Raoul: BUT I HAVE TO

Valentine: YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED

Raoul: BUT I’LL BE BETRAYING MY HONOR AND MY FRIENDS IF I STAY HERE

Every second, our destruction is coming closer, time is running out—just let me leave!

Valentine: BUT YOU’LL BE DEFENSELESS OUT THERE AND THEY’LL KILL YOU DON’T LEAVE RAOUL

Raoul: Valentine…

Valentine: YOU’RE THE ONLY GOOD THING IN MY LIFE

Raoul: THEY’RE ABOUT TO KILL ALL MY BRETHREN

Valentine: IF YOU GO I’LL DIE

Raoul: THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT PRIORITIES HERE PLEASE JUST LET ME LEAVE

Valentine: I am going to figure out how to get you to stay here!

Raoul: I HAVE TO LEAVE YOU MY HONOR DEMANDS IT

Valentine: RAOUL PLEASE FOR MERCY’S SAKE JUST LISTEN TO ME

Raoul: I HAVE TO LEAVE

*Raoul frees himself from Valentine’s arms and runs toward the door (even though it’s locked), but she follows and stops him.*

Valentine: SO HELP ME GOD YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STEP OVER THAT THRESHOLD I WON’T LET YOU

Raoul: Don’t you know…I’m guilty of sin just by being here alone with you, listening to you?

Valentine: YOU DON’T THINK THAT I KNOW THAT??? But I do it anyway, because at this moment I only see you, and my only thought is that your life is in grave danger!

Stay here, Raoul! Since you love me, if nothing else, I’m begging you, stay here for my sake…IF YOU DIE THEN I’LL DIE TOO STAY HERE!!!!!!!!!

*She starts sobbing.*

Stay here—I love you!

Raoul: You love me? You love me??? YOU LOVE ME????????

WHAT RAPTURE AND BLISS IT’S AS IF YOUR WORDS CAME FROM HEAVEN ITSELF I CAN DIE HAPPY AT YOUR FEET RIGHT NOW

Valentine: …shit. Did I really just say that?!

Raoul: *ecstatic* You said it…YOU SAID IT!!!

You said it—you love me! It’s like a star has begun to shine in the darkness of my life…I’m reborn, this is the pure air of heaven itself…There, forever, forgetting, forgotten…You said it—you love me!

Valentine: OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE

Raoul: Speak again, make this moment last even longer, it feels like a dream, an indescribable dream…if it is a dream, let me never wake up!

Valentine: WHAT HAVE I DONE

Raoul: SPEAK AGAIN AND MAKE THIS MOMENT LAST LONGER IF IT’S A DREAM I NEVER WANT TO WAKE UP AGAIN

Valentine: OH GOD THE HOUR HAS STRUCK IT’S DEATH AND THERE’S NO FUTURE

Raoul: IF THIS JOY I FEEL IS A DREAM LET ME NEVER WAKE UP YOU SAID IT YOU LOVE ME

Valentine: DEATH HAS COME THE HOUR IS STRUCK THERE’S NO MORE FUTURE

Raoul: Night of love…

Valentine: Night of death!

Raoul: I HAVE A GREAT IDEA LET’S ESCAPE PARIS TOGETHER AND RUN AWAY WITH EACH OTHER

Valentine: NO THAT’S A TERRIBLE IDEA AND I’M TERRIFIED

Raoul: YOU SAID IT YOU LOVE ME

*He tenderly draws her toward the door.*

Come…let’s run away…

Valentine: No…stay here…

Raoul: Come…let’s run away…

Valentine: No…stay here…

Raoul: Come! Come!

*In the distance, the bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois tolls for the first time. Raoul remains lost in the moment.*

Do you hear that?

Valentine: IT’S MAKING MY BLOOD RUN COLD

Raoul: It’s a cry of rage, rising from the darkness…

*He puts a hand to his face as if waking from a dream.*

Wait a second, where was I?

Valentine: You were by my side, Raoul!

Raoul: OH FUCK NOW I REMEMBER THAT BELL IS THE SIGNAL FOR THE MASSACRE NO NO NO

*He frees himself from Valentine’s embrace.*

NO MORE LOVE OR ECSTATIC BLISS I HAVE MASSIVELY FUCKED UP BY STAYING HERE WITH YOU I CAN SEE MY BRETHREN BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE MY VERY EYES MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I CAN’T STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE

I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM OR DIE WITH THEM

Valentine: YOU’RE JUST GOING TO COMPLETELY IGNORE OUR LOVE AND RUN OFF TO GET YOURSELF KILLED??? OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!

Raoul: NO MORE LOVE OR ECSTATIC BLISS I HAVE MASSIVELY FUCKED UP BY STAYING HERE WITH YOU

Valentine: RAOUL I THINK YOU’RE LOSING YOUR MIND WHY ARE YOU COMPLETELY IGNORING ME I’M TRYING TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T DIE I’M ALSO GOING THROUGH A LOT OF SHIT WITH ALL THIS AND BESIDES YOU CAN’T DEFEND YOURSELF FROM THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE

Raoul: I CAN SEE MY BRETHREN BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE MY VERY EYES MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I CAN’T STAY HERE AND LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM OR DIE WITH THEM

Valentine: RAOUL AT LEAST LISTEN TO ME OR ELSE I’LL DIE RIGHT HERE AT YOUR FEET

*The bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois tolls for the second time. Valentine throws her arms around Raoul in an attempt to restrain him. The Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre begins.*

Raoul: THE END HAS COME THE HOUR HAS STRUCK HEAVEN WILLS THAT I MUST DIE AND MY FRIENDS NEED ME SO I HAVE TO GO DEFEND THEM

Valentine: *as if about to lose her mind* NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raoul: YOU’RE TRYING TO STOP ME BUT SO HELP ME GOD I AM GETTING OUT OF HERE

Valentine: I’M NOT LEAVING YOU

Raoul: GOD GIVE ME COURAGE

Valentine: HERE JUST GO AHEAD AND STAB ME TO DEATH

*Raoul drags Valentine to the window.*

Raoul: LOOK LOOK SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING OUTSIDE SEE THOSE BLEEDING CORPSES

*Valentine finally realizes the true extent of what is happening.*

Valentine: OH GOD I’M LOSING MY MIND THIS IS ABSOLUTELY MONSTROUS AND EVIL

Raoul…they’ll kill you…have mercy…I feel like I’m dying…

*She faints.*

Raoul: VALENTINE WAKE UP I DON’T LIKE THIS VALENTINE WAKE UP!!! HEY, HELLO???

What should I do?…This is all just so terrible…Can I still resist her tears?

*The bell begins to ring again.*

NO I HAVE TO LEAVE

*Valentine begins to regain consciousness.*

MERCIFUL GOD PROTECT HER *******

*He jumps out the window to the street below. Valentine screams and faints a second time.*

Notes

Act V: **

Scene 1: ***

Shortly after midnight, August 24, the grand ballroom of the Hôtel de Nesle [one of the previously-named targets]. The Huguenot nobles have all gathered to throw a party for the celebration of Henri and Marguérite’s wedding. Much dancing ensues. Henri and Marguérite briefly appear with their royal entourage, including Urbain, and are greeted by the Huguenots before they leave. The bell of Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois rings repeatedly, but the Huguenots, unaware of what is happening outside, continue dancing until a loud noise is suddenly heard outside. Raoul rushes in, pale, disheveled, and covered in blood.

Raoul: TO ARMS EVERYONE THEY’RE SLAUGHTERING ALL THE HUGUENOTS AND THE FAR BANK OF THE SEINE IS OVERFLOWING WITH BLOOD AND THE GANGS OF HIRED ASSASSINS WILL BE HERE TO KILL US AT ANY MOMENT NOW

By the light of their torches, I saw soldiers running everywhere to slaughter us all, all in a frenzy…and in the darkness they were screaming “STRIKE THEM DOWN! GOD HAS CONDEMNED THEM!!!”

I saw unarmed warriors be murdered in the street…and the Catholics attacked Coligny’s house! With a thirst for vengeance in whatever hearts they may have had and with their cowardly daggers, they stabbed him to death—a thousand blows!

*He gestures to his clothes.*

HERE IS COLIGNY’S BLOOD

Huguenot Nobles: OH GOD THAT’S HIS BLOOD

Raoul: WHAT A MONSTROUS CRIME IT’S UNHEARD OF

Huguenot Nobles: THIS IS COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF WHAT A HORRIBLE CRIME ****

Raoul: …But we will not go down without a fight! VENGEANCE!!! IN COLIGNY’S NAME, VENGEANCE!!!

LET’S GET OUR WEAPONS AND FIGHT BACK AND GO TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR MARTYRS AND HEROES

Huguenot Nobles: LET’S GO

Raoul: WAR FOR WAR LET’S AVENGE THE SLAUGHTER OF OUR BRETHREN WITH THE BLOOD OF THEIR MURDERERS

Huguenot Nobles: THIS MEANS WAR

Raoul: LET’S GET OUR WEAPONS AND FIGHT BACK AND GO TO THE DEFENSE OF OUR MARTYRS AND HEROES

Huguenot Nobles: YES LET’S DO IT

Raoul: WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS SITTING DOWN WE WILL FIGHT BACK AND AVENGE THIS MASSACRE

Raoul and Huguenot Nobles: YES LET’S GO GET REVENGE AND HELP DEFEND EACH OTHER AND WE’LL DIE TRYING IF NEED BE

*Raoul and the other men draw their swords. Everyone runs out of the Hôtel through every possible exit.*

Scene 2:

Shortly after the previous scene. A cemetery on the outskirts of Paris, with a Huguenot church in the background. Bullets have shattered some of the glass in the church windows. On the left is a door leading to the interior of the church; on the right is a gate that overlooks a crossroads. A group of Protestants, led by Marcel, hurriedly builds a barricade to protect the area. Marcel, who has been wounded, helps everyone else get inside the church and then frantically begins to search the area for Raoul, who appears soon after.

Raoul: MARCEL IT’S YOU I THOUGHT I RECOGNIZED YOU THANK GOD YOU’RE ALIVE

Marcel: MY GOOD MASTER RAOUL THANK GOD I GET TO SEE YOU AGAIN

Raoul: YOU WERE WOUNDED?!?!?!

Marcel: What does it matter?

Raoul: I WILL AVENGE THIS

Marcel: You really think you’ll be able to? We’re surrounded on all sides by the Catholics. This church is the only Huguenot church in all of Paris that they haven’t taken yet. This is our last refuge. The women, the children, all the defenseless are inside the church right now, waiting for death.

I know you want to be the hero, Raoul, but try as we may, there’s nothing we can do to stop this. All we can do now is share their death.

*They turn to go into the church, but Valentine, disheveled and out of breath, runs in with a white scarf on her arm and two more in hand.*

Valentine: WHERE ARE YOU GOING

Raoul: TO GLORY

Marcel: TO MARTYRDOM

Valentine: NO YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE GOD HAS INSPIRED ME AND HAS GUIDED ME TO YOU SO I CAN SAVE YOU

Raoul: WAIT DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A WAY TO SAVE US

Valentine: Yes!

*She hands them the extra scarves.*

Tie these white scarves onto your arms. The soldiers will let you through their lines and you’ll have safe passage all the way to the Louvre! Thankfully, I did a little extra planning just a bit ago and I got the Queen Mother to agree to let you be spared, if you want… *****

Raoul: Hold up. Is there a catch?

Valentine: …Yeah. You kinda sorta have to convert to Catholicism once you get there.

*Raoul and Marcel throw the scarves down.*

Raoul: NOPE NEVER I’M NOT BETRAYING MY FAITH IF I DID AS YOU ASKED I WOULD BE DISHONORED AND I STILL COULDN’T EVEN BE WITH YOU EVERYTHING KEEPS US APART AND ALSO YOU’RE MARRIED TO SOMEONE ELSE

Valentine: Actually, about that…let’s just say I can love you now without it being a sin.

Raoul: Wait, what?

Marcel: I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell you yet, but the only reason I’m not dead right now is because Nevers, that truly noble warrior, saved my life from a Catholic attack! He was so brave…and the Catholics murdered him! He is dead, God rest his soul.

Raoul [and also probably about half the audience]: WAIT NEVERS IS DEAD??? ******

Valentine: WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THIS WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE

Raoul: Duty…love…what am I supposed to do? I CAN’T CHOOSE

Marcel: RAOUL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

Raoul: Marcel…can’t you see that I actually have a chance of having a future, a life full of happiness with the woman I love?

Marcel: Can’t you see the hand of God that is stopping you?

Valentine: COME ON LET’S GO

Raoul: NOPE I’M STAYING HERE WITH MARCEL AND WE’RE GOING TO DIE FOR OUR FAITH

Valentine: SO, THEN, I’LL HAVE TO WATCH YOU DIE???

I’ll have to endure exile, without you, on this earth where we have suffered, where we have loved? Me staying here without you—YOU REALLY BELIEVE THAT?!?!?!

GOOD LORD NONE OF YOU MEN UNDERSTAND WHAT TRUE LOVE IS SO VERY WELL THEN I AM A WOMAN AND I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT TRUE LOVE IS

When we are so, so close to being together, you want to escape me through death? NOPE THAT IS NOT HAPPENING NOT ON MY WATCH I DON’T KNOW IF I’LL BE RISKING MY SOUL BUT COME HEAVEN OR HELL NO MATTER WHAT I’M NEVER LEAVING YOU AGAIN

EVERYTHING HAS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN AND I DON’T RECOGNIZE ANYTHING ANYMORE

You curse my faith…I embrace yours!

Now God can act in accordance with His will—we will be together on earth and in eternity!

WE’LL BE UNITED TOGETHER FOREVER ON EARTH AND IN ETERNITY

*She takes off her scarf, throws herself into Raoul’s arms, and bursts into tears.*

Raoul: OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

Marcel: (The Lord has shed His light upon her!)

Valentine: My faith is yours, my faith in God remains the same—but they will damn me for converting! Marcel, you’re a true father to me, bless us both in my new faith!

Raoul: There are no ministers here, and you’re the only other person I’d trust with uniting us in the sight of God.

Marcel: You don’t even have to ask—the answer is YES! I ACCEPT THIS HOLY TASK WITH THE GREATEST JOY

Let your old servant be your minister today!

*The refugees begin to sing their hymn in the church.*

Huguenot Refugees: O Lord, You are the strength and only support…

Marcel: Listen! The martyrs of the faith are praying…

Huguenot Refugees: …of we defenseless souls who implore You…

Marcel: …and they sing the praises of the Lord…

Huguenot Refugees: …as the eternal tempter arms himself against us today!

Marcel: …while awaiting death!

Huguenot Refugees: Come save us once more!

Marcel: You two, here in this place of sorrow…answer as if you were before God!

*Raoul and Valentine kneel before Marcel, who silently prays before beginning the ceremony.*

Do you know that by joining your hands here, I am blessing a farewell, a marriage that will only be fulfilled in death?

Raoul and Valentine: We know that we will only be united in Heaven.

Marcel: Have you cast aside everything tying you to this earth, any hopes you may have had for this life? Does faith alone live on in your hearts?

Raoul and Valentine: Yes, at last faith reigns peacefully in our hearts!

Marcel: Will you be able to look death in the face without trembling in fear? And whether you’ve lived in the faith all your life or this is your first day, will you have courage and not deny your faith…even in the face of martyrdom?

Raoul and Valentine: God gives us courage by giving us love!

*Marcel blesses Raoul and Valentine as the Huguenot refugees inside the church begin to sing again.*

Huguenot Refugees: O Lord, You are the strength and only support of we defenseless souls who impl—

*At this moment, the singing is suddenly cut off as the Catholic soldiers break into and barricade the church from inside so no one else can get in or out. Loud shouts and the sound of weapons are heard from inside; torches and weapons become visible through the church windows. The Catholics have begun their assault on the church.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT YOUR TIME HAS COME SO RECANT OR DIE GOD WILLS IT

Huguenot Refugees: NO!!!

*Valentine rushes over to the windows and peers inside.*

Valentine: THESE ARE WOMEN AND CHILDREN!!! I KNOW YOU CAN’T HEAR ME BUT STOP IT YOU MONSTERS OH GOD THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE

Huguenot Refugees: *singing their hymn* NO!!! GOD, DEFEND US!!!

*A round of shooting is heard from inside the church.*

Valentine: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

Raoul and Marcel: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

Catholic Soldiers: WE MEAN IT RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT YOUR TIME HAS COME SO RECANT OR DIE GOD WILLS IT

Huguenot Refugees: NO!!! NO!!!!!!!!

Valentine: THEY’RE KILLING THESE PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE PRAYING OH GOD THEY’RE EVEN KILLING THE PEOPLE WHO ARE OLD AND SICK THEY’RE KILLING EVERYONE

Huguenot Refugees: *singing their hymn* NO!!! WE WON’T RECANT!!! GOD, DEFEND US!!!

*A second round of shooting is heard from inside the church. The Catholics and Huguenots continue screaming and singing inside the church as the former group gradually shoots down the latter.*

Valentine: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

Raoul and Marcel: THEY’RE STILL SINGING

*Valentine, in desperation, falls to her knees and begins to pray.*

Valentine: GOD YOU CAN DO ANYTHING SO HELP THEM…

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT YOU HERETICS

*A third round of shooting is heard from inside the church. After that, it is silent.*

Valentine: Our prayers are in vain…

Marcel: They sing no more.

*Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel all go completely silent, realizing what this means, and they put their heads in their hands and begin to weep. Suddenly, Marcel rises, his face beaming with rapture.*

LOOK! LOOK!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK HEAVEN HAS OPENED ITSELF UP AND IT IS SHINING GLORY TO GOD THE DIVINE TRUMPET HAS SOUNDED

Raoul and Valentine: (Look, his face is shining with light…)

Marcel: AND THE ANGELS ARE PLAYING A MATCH TO LEAD THE SOULS OF THE MARTYRS TO GOD

Raoul and Valentine: (His head is crowned with lightning! And his voice echoes through space—it’s like he’s one of God’s archangels!)

Marcel: These harps that I hear…

Raoul and Valentine: WE’RE WATCHING AND LISTENING

Marcel: …are showing me the way!

Raoul and Valentine: HE’S SHOWING US THE WAY

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: I’M FLYING THERE MYSELF THIS IS SUPREME BLISS

SWEET DEATH HOW I LOVE YOU FAREWELL TO THIS WORLD OF TEARS AND GRIEF

*A round of shooting is heard outside the cemetery gate. A group of soldiers tries to force the gate open but it does not budge. Some of the soldiers leave to get reinforcements.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE HEAVEN COMMANDS IT AND GOD WILLS IT

Valentine, then Raoul and Marcel: NO!!! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU BESIDES NOTHING MORTAL REMAINS IN US

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR ELSE

Marcel: LOOK HEAVEN IS SHINING THE DIVINE TRUMPET HAS SOUNDED

Marcel, then Raoul and Valentine: GLORY TO GOD

Catholic Soldiers: (THEY’RE NOT AFRAID?!?!?!)

*The soldiers smash the gate in and swarm the cemetery.*

Raoul and Valentine: LOOK HIS FACE IS SHINING YOU COULD SAY HE’S AN ARCHANGEL

Marcel: THE ANGELS ARE LEADING THE MARTYRS’ SOULS TO GOD

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT HUGUENOTS RECANT OR DIE

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU AT ALL

*The soldiers offer them white scarves and Crosses of Anjou.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT!!!!!

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: ABSOLUTELY NOT HAPPENING

*The trio join hands and slowly walk forward, offering themselves to their would-be murderers. The Catholic soldiers involuntarily recoil, stunned at their sheer courage.*

HOSANNA DEATH I LOVE YOU HOSANNA FAREWELL TO THIS WORLD COME DEATH I LOVE YOU GO AHEAD AND STRIKE US DOWN

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT GOD WILLS IT RECANT OR ELSE YOU’LL DIE

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: HOSANNA COME DEATH FAREWELL WORLD

*Enraged, the soldiers surround Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel, separating them by force.*

Catholic Soldiers: RECANT OR DIE

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: WE’RE NOT AFRAID OF YOU GO AHEAD STRIKE US DOWN

Catholic Soldiers: DO YOU RECANT????????

Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Raoul and Valentine manage to break free from the soldiers and run into each other’s arms, but the soldiers separate them again.*

FAREWELL WORLD

Catholic Soldiers: FINE YOU’LL DIE THEN

*The soldiers drag Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel through the remains of the gate. The moment they enter the crossroads, there is another round of shooting.*

Scene 3: *******

Just after the previous scene. A quay by the Seine; the sky is filled with stars. Bells ring in the distance as another band of Catholic soldiers sweeps the area.

Catholic Soldiers: LET US WIPE OUT THE HUGUENOTS WITH FIRE AND SWORD NO MERCY BECAUSE NONE OF THEM ARE INNOCENT AND ALL OF THEM MUST DIE

SOLDIERS OF THE CATHOLIC FAITH LET US HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL THE HERETICS

*Valentine and Marcel rush in with Raoul, who has been mortally wounded.*

GOD WILLS IT GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD

*Saint-Bris enters from the opposite direction with several of his men.*

Saint-Bris: WHO GOES THERE

Valentine: Raoul, for mercy’s sake, don’t say any—

Raoul: I AM A HUGUENOT

Valentine and Marcel: SO ARE WE

Saint-Bris: SHOOT THEM IN THE NAME OF THE KING

*The soldiers shoot Raoul, Valentine, and Marcel. Raoul and Marcel are instantly killed. Valentine is mortally wounded. Saint-Bris steps forward to take a closer look, and then…*

Saint-Bris: Ah—what do I see here…?

MY DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

*Valentine just barely manages to lift herself up.*

Valentine: Yes, it’s me! I go to pray for your soul…I’m going to pray for you!

*She dies.*

Urbain: *in the distance* MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN OF NAVARRE

Catholic Soldiers: LET US WIPE OUT THE HUGUENOTS WITH FIRE AND SWORD AND LET’S HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL THE HERETICS

*Marguérite and her entourage (including Urbain), enter on their way back to the Louvre.*

GOD WILLS IT!!!!!!!!!!! GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD!!!!!!!!!! YES, GOD WANTS THEIR BLOOD!!!!!!!

*Marguérite stops, horrified at the sight of the massacred Huguenots, and tries to stop the soldiers, but they ignore her. She sees Valentine’s corpse and screams in despair.

The Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre continues.*

THE END

Notes and Appendix

One Final Note:

If you are reading this, then in Paris time it is at or past midnight on August 24, 2022.

August 24, 2022, is the 450th anniversary of the beginning of what has become known as La Saint-Barthélémy, also known as the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre.

The first night of the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre, the night which ends our story here, was really only the beginning. In the end, the Massacre took the lives of tens of thousands (estimates as to exactly how many tens of thousands vary, and range up to one hundred thousand [100,000] slaughtered, but you get the point) of Huguenots in the late summer and early fall of 1572.

The author would thus like to dedicate this Opera Simplified, and in particular the last two acts, to not only all the victims both known and unknown of the Massacre, but to all victims of genocide and all victims of other acts born of hatred and bigotry, particularly on the basis of religion.

May they all rest in peace, and may atrocities like this never happen—or be allowed to happen—again.

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Une journée à Compiègne en passant par Pierrefonds

Ça y est, les vacances sont arrivées ! Manque de chance, vous n’avez aucune idée de destinations et le Covid vous empêche de prendre quelques jours au soleil ! Ne vous inquiétez pas, Ô Magazine a tout prévu ! Aujourd’hui, nous vous emmenons faire un tour à Compiègne et à Pierrefonds ! Alors, prêts à partir à l’aventure ? Pierrefonds et son château grandiose Vous avez toujours rêvé de vous retrouver dans un décor de conte de fées ou de vous balader dans une forteresse où vivait une princesse ? À Pierrefonds, c’est possible ! Petite ville située à quinze minutes de Compiègne, Pierrefonds abrite un magnifique château qui pourrait sortir tout droit d’un conte de fées. En effet, avec son architecture de style gothique alliée à celle du Moyen Âge, ce château n’a rien d’un château ordinaire ! Construit, déconstruit puis reconstruit, le château n’a cessé de connaître des améliorations, ce qui fait de lui un château insolite. Tout commence en 1396 avec Louis Ier d’Orléans qui le reçoit du comte de Valois. Le nouveau propriétaire décide donc de le rénover et confie les travaux à l’architecte Raymond du Temple. Servant pendant de nombreux siècles à la surveillance des échanges entre les Flandres et la Bourgogne, le château fut abandonné au XVIIIème siècle. Il faudra attendre un siècle pour que le couple impérial Eugénie et Napoléon III confie sa restauration à l'architecte Eugène Viollet-le-Duc pour en faire leur résidence impériale. Viollet-le-Duc met alors tout en œuvre pour allier authenticité et technologie. En effet, il va utiliser les meilleurs matériaux et les plus innovants pour faire du château de Pierrefonds la résidence impériale idéale. Malheureusement, Eugénie et Napoléon n’habiteront jamais ce château. En vous baladant à l’intérieur de ce somptueux édifice, n’hésitez pas à lever les yeux pour admirer les petits détails qui se cachent. Pierrefonds saura vous séduire par sa grandeur, son histoire et son architecture ! Si vous aimez les châteaux, n’hésitez pas à vous rendre à celui de Compiègne ! Celui-ci vous en mettra plein la vue ! À lire aussi : Passez un week-end de charme en Normandie Compiègne et le petit Versailles Compiègne et son château impérial Eh oui ! Bien que Napoléon III et Eugénie ne se soient pas installés à Pierrefonds, ils ont bel et bien habité le somptueux palais au centre de Compiègne. Bâti par Louis XV et Louis XVI, ce château est tout à fait semblable au château de Versailles en plus petit. Il saura vous éblouir par son raffinement, sa beauté et son côté grandiose. De plus, vous aurez la chance de découvrir la garde-robe d’Eugénie et d’admirer la délicatesse et l’élégance de ses tenues. Enfin, abritant le musée de l’automobile, vous pourrez découvrir les voitures du XVIIIème siècle à celles de nos jours ! Le château possédant également un jardin, vous pourrez apprécier cet endroit rempli de senteurs et de mille couleurs ! Le wagon de l'armistice Enfin, si vous êtes également intéressés par les événements de la Première et Seconde Guerre mondiale, vous trouverez votre bonheur à la clairière de l’armistice. Cette clairière est spécialement dédiée au wagon où l’Armistice a été signé le 11 novembre 1918. Vous y trouverez également de nombreuses reconstitutions mais aussi des objets tels que des obus, des vêtements mais aussi des photos datant de cette époque. Visite incontournable pour petits et grands afin de commémorer cet événement qui fait partie de notre Histoire. Ainsi s'achève notre petite escapade dans l'Oise ! Si vous désirez en savoir davantage à propos de ces monuments, n'hésitez pas à aller les visiter ! Vous ne le regretterez absolument pas ! Alors prêts et prêtes à rencontrer ces lieux mythiques ? Read the full article

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De son vrai nom Alfred-Georges Gressent, Georges Valois est né à Paris le 7 octobre 1878. Il perd son père très jeune et de 5 à 13 ans est élevé par ses grands- parents maternels en Seine et Marne.

“ Mon grand-père, ouvrier chaudronnier, était républicain et libre-penseur. Avec l'instituteur, il fit de moi un homme libre. Avec ma grand-mère, il m'enseigna le travail et la méthode. ”

À 13 ans, il entre dans une école professionnelle à Paris, d'où il est exclu deux ans plus tard pour “ manifestation intérieure ”. Il est successivement employé chez un marchand de toiles , dans les bureaux du journal France Nouvelle, chez un fabricant de clarifiants, chez un maroquinier.

“ À 16 ans, j'ai été arrêté comme anarchiste, ce qui était faux. ”

À 17 ans, il part pour Singapour employé chez un commerçant français ; à 19 ans, il rentre en France pour étudier. “ J'étais devenu anarchiste. ”.

À cette époque, il rencontre Julien Sorel et devient l'un de ses disciples.

À 22 ans, il est incorporé dans l'armée puis réformé pour tuberculose.

À 24 ans, il tente de devenir horloger à Genève, mais de là, il part à Moscou comme précepteur chez un comte russe où il épouse la dame de compagnie de la comtesse. Il rentre en France en août 1903 et travaille jusqu'en 1912 à la librairie Armand Colin.

Ses premiers écrits datent de 1905-1906. Il prend le pseudonyme de Georges Valois et publie l'Homme qui vient, puis La monarchie et la classe ouvrière.

Il entre alors à l'Action Française. Mais son action s'exprime plus dans des mouvances marginales telles que le cercle Proudhon dont il est l'un des fondateurs en 1912 et dont la tendance très lutte des classes le mettait plutôt en opposition avec l'Action Française.

Ce qui l'attire, c'est que le Roi doit (et peut, estime-t-il) être contre le Parlement composé trop souvent de politiciens soumis aux puissances d'argent.

En 1912, Georges Valois fonde et prend la direction de la Nouvelle Librairie Nationale. Il est à cette époque le numéro trois de l'Action Française aux côtés de Charles Maurras et Léon Daudet. Il est l'économiste singulier de la droite et de l'extrême-droite.

C'est un extraordinaire lanceur d'idées.

Georges Valois s'intéresse surtout à l'économie sociale, à l'organisation des métiers et et des syndicats, seuls capables de lutter contre les banques et les trusts qui sont des parasites.

Mobilisé en 1914 comme deuxième classe, il devient officier et il est à Verdun jusqu'en 1916. En 1915, il théorise, dans un ouvrage intitulé le Cheval de Troie, l'invention du char d'assaut qui va être mis au point par le général Estienne.

Pendant la guerre, Georges Valois commence à se séparer de l'Action Française. Le soutien et les interventions de Léon Daudet pour sauver Georges Valois de la mort, après une blessure en 1916, empêchent une rupture brutale. Mais en 1925, la rupture est totale.

Georges Valois fonde alors la première ligue fasciste française : Le faisceau des combattants et des producteurs et un journal Le Nouveau Siècle ainsi que plus tard la Librairie Valois.

Le faisceau est créé sur le modèle mussolinien, mais il est “ non anti-socialiste, ni anticommuniste, ni antisémite ”. Il a pour but de créer au-dessus des partis et des classes un véritable “État national et populaire ”.

Georges Valois milite pour une monnaie ferme, contre l'inflation et toute dévaluation. Lors d'une grande assemblée générale à Reims en juin 1926 (certains parlent de 25 000 personnes), Georges Valois en appelle à une évolution vers le socialisme contre le poincarisme.

Ayant acquis la conviction de ne pouvoir lutter contre la ploutocratie avec les masses à tendances nationalistes, Georges Valois dissout le Faisceau en mars 1928, en appelle à une “ République syndicale ” et regarde vers le socialisme révolutionnaire. Il publie L'Homme contre l'argent, un ouvrage “ tournant décisif ” pour toute une époque.

À partir de 1931, il travaille avec Albert Thomas et d'autres à la rédaction de la Nouvelle Encyclopédie, mais la mort de ce dernier en 1932 met un terme à ce qui devait être un “ formidable mouvement culturel ”. En 1934, création du journal Nouvel Åge qui deviendra quotidien. Georges Valois prend des positions de plus en plus pacifistes et même gauchistes. Il démontre le soutien des capitalistes français et anglais à Franco et dénonce la gauche quand elle ne sert que de paravent au capitalisme.

En 1938, il mène campagne contre les accords de Munich. Les opposants sont alors rares : le 5 octobre, seuls les 73 communistes, le socialiste Jean Bouhey et H. de Kérillis ont voté contre, Churchill y sera d'abord

favorable, de Gaulle ne fera aucun commentaire. Pour Valois, il faut vaincre l'Allemagne sans guerre, instituer un blocus économique de l'Allemagne et de l'Italie.

Mais abandonnons un instant Georges Valois et revenons à l'été 1936 pour suivre les interrogations et engagements d'un jeune militant : Roger Maria a 18 ans cette année- là. Il a adhéré à la SFIO deux ans auparavant et se veut plutôt proche de la tendance gauche révolutionnaire de Marceau Pivert. Roger Maria se définit comme marxiste léniniste, mais critique à l'égard de l'orientation de la politique stalinienne. La décision de Léon Blum de non-intervention dans la guerre d'Espagne est pour lui un choc. Il démissionne de la SFIO.

À cette époque, Roger Maria suit régulièrement des conférences à la Mutualité. En février 1937, le hasard le conduit à suivre la démonstration brillante que fait Georges Valois du soutien de fait des capitalistes français et anglais à Franco.

Les deux hommes s'apprécient et Georges Valois propose à Roger Maria de collaborer avec lui. Roger Maria suivra Georges Valois jusqu'aux Ardillats. Seule la déportation les séparera.

Mais aujourd'hui encore Roger Maria est fidèle à Georges Valois et c'est en grande partie grâce à lui que nous avons pu réaliser cet article.

En juillet et août 1940, Georges Valois et son adjoint Gustave Rodriguès sont à Bayonne. Ce dernier se suicide. Georges Valois passe au Maroc où il crée un groupe clandestin qui édite une lettre confidentielle. Fin octobre 1940, il est arrêté “ par précaution ” et emprisonné à Meknès puis transféré à Clermont-Ferrand où il retrouve Pierre Mendès-France dans la même prison militaire. Les deux hommes se connaissent déjà puisque Georges Valois a aidé Pierre Mendès-France dans la préparation de sa thèse de docteur en droit sur la Banque des Règlements Internationaux.

Le 27 avril 1941, Georges Valois est libéré. Il retrouve à Vichy Roger Maria qui est démobilisé le 30 avril et s'apprêtait à gagner la France Libre par l'Afrique du Sud…

Georges Valois et Roger Maria, devenu son secrétaire, au lieu de rejoindre Londres, décident alors de “ s'exiler ” dans la région lyonnaise où ils ont des amis dans divers groupes de résistance. Georges Valois pense pouvoir acquérir une librairie.

“ Je suis trop connu pour passer dans la clandestinité, je vais me mettre en quelque sorte, en résidence surveillée officielle pour que la police sache que je ne m'occupe plus qued'activités éditoriales non politiques ”.

En mai 1941, ils sont à Couzon au Mont d'Or où ils prospectent la région. Georges Valois se rend compte qu'une librairie lyonnaise serait tout de même trop surveillée et il opte finalement pour une “ résidence ” plus discrète. L'hôtel du Val d'Ardières aux Ardillats est alors à vendre pour une bouchée de pain. Voilà une résidence, à l'écart, où l'on peut se faire oublier, mais qui permet aussi de recevoir des amis.

Fin juin, 1941, Georges Valois, ainsi que son épouse, emménagent au Val d'Ardières. Roger Maria est là aussi.

Ils vont alors mener deux activités rédactionnelles parallèles. L'une , officielle, traite de l'histoire des coopératives, de la législation des jardins ouvriers, donne aussi des conseils de jardinage au travers de fascicules ronéotés de 4-6 pages que reçoivent quelques deux cents abonnés. Les “ amis ” reçoivent, eux, en supplèment clandestin une lettre politiqueavec renseignements ou études sur… disons l'actualité.

Régulièrement, Roger Maria poste ces périodiques mensuels puis hebdomadaires en éparpillant ses dépôts pour ne pas se faire repérer dans diverses boîtes aux lettres d'un large secteur couvrant Belleville, Villefranche et Lyon.

En 1943, avec Cerf-Ferrière et Delmas, de Combat , basés à Beaujeu, Georges Valois publiera une nouvelle revue Après.

Seul, ensuite, il écrira sous le pseudonyme d'Adam, un numéro spécial d'Après, intitulé La France trahie par les trusts. Tapée à la machine aux Ardillats et imprimée à Villefranche sur Saône, c’ est la brochure la plus volumineuse publiée par la Résistance.

Arrêtés par l'équipe de Barbie, Georges Valois et Roger Maria sont conduits au fort Montluc à Lyon et interrogés par la Gestapo. Roger Maria a été “ passé à tabac ” et plus ou moins torturé mais Georges Valois n'a semble-t-il jamais été frappé. Roger Maria nous a dit :“ Il est passé pour un idéaliste farfelu prêchant la réconciliation entre les peuples pour une économie nouvelle. Dans ces interrogatoires, la difficulté vient de ce que nous sommes interrogés séparément, que nous ne savons pas non plus ce que nos questionneurs savent déjà par les perquisitions effectuées . Nous arrivons à communiquer et à coordonner nos propos destinés à nous faire passer pour des intellectuels idéalistes et pacifistes ”.

Quand même condamnés à mort pour le principe, leur peine est commuée en déportation en camp de concentration. Roger Maria verra une dernière fois Georges Valois au fameux camp (français) de Compiègne, appelé Royal Lieu… une sorte de gare de triage pour toutesdestinations vers les camps nazis.

Roger Maria sera contraint, comme tant d'autres jeunes déportés de travailler en usine pour l'armée allemande, dans une hallucinante fabrique d'obus à Wattenstedt-Bruunschwick.

Transféré à Hanovre en mars 1945, il parvient avec un camarade à s'échapper au cours d'un convoi de nuit qui conduisit mille seize de ses compagnons à périr dans une tuerie au lance-flammes.

Recueilli dans une ferme, il est aidé par un prisonnier de guerre. Cachés dans un entrepôt agricole, ils échappent encore à un bombardement et seront enfin libérés le lendemain par un char anglais.

Georges Valois, de son côté est déporté au camp de Neuengamme où il se retrouve dans un groupe de déportés âgés, préposé aux tresses, en compagnie du marquis de Moustiers, du célèbre biologiste et dirigeant communiste Marcel Prenant, du général Bardi de Fourtou (de l'affaire Staviski) et de quelques autres “ notables ” de la Résistance “ intello ”.

Grâce à l’écrivain Louis Martin-Chauffier qui l'y a rencontré, dans ce même drôle de groupe de vétérans, nous savons comment il rêvait, encore là-bas, de refaire le monde…

Transféré au camp mouroir de Bergen-Belsen, Georges Valois meut, atteint du typhus, le 18 février 1945.

Avec la collaboration de Roger Maria publié dans le Pied de Rochefort, en 1996.