Brecht Collected Plays: 5: Life of Galileo; Mother Courage and Her Children (World Classics) (32 page)

THE YOUNG PEASANT
: I don’t know no path.

SECOND SOLDIER
grinning:
He don’t know no path.

THE YOUNG PEASANT
: I ain’t helping Catholics.

THE ENSIGN
to the second soldier:
Stick your pike in his ribs.

THE YOUNG PEASANT
forced to his knees, with the pike threatening him:
I won’t do it, not to save my life.

FIRST SOLDIER
: I know what’ll change his mind.
Goes towards the stable
. Two cows and an ox. Listen, you: if you’re not reasonable I’ll chop up your cattle.

THE YOUNG PEASANT
: No, not that!

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
weeps:
Please spare our cattle, captain, it’d be starving us to death.

THE ENSIGN
: They’re dead if he goes on being obstinate.

FIRST SOLDIER
: I’m taking the ox first.

THE YOUNG PEASANT
to his father:
Have I got to?
The wife nods
. Right.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: And thank you kindly, captain, for sparing us, for ever and ever, Amen.

The peasant stops his wife from further expressions of gratitude
.

FIRST SOLDIER
: I knew the ox was what they minded about most, was I right?

Guided by the young peasant, the ensign and his men continue on their way
.

THE PEASANT
: What are they up to, I’d like to know. Nowt good.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Perhaps they’re just scouting. What you doing?

THE PEASANT
putting a ladder against the roof and climbing up it:
Seeing if they’re on their own.
From the top:
Something moving in the wood. Can see something down by the quarry. And there are men in armour in the clearing. And a
gun. That’s at least a regiment. God’s mercy on the town and everyone in it!

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Any lights in the town?

THE PEASANT
: No. They’ll all be asleep.
Climbs down
. If those people get in they’ll butcher the lot.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Sentries’re bound to spot them first.

THE PEASANT
: Sentry in the tower up the hill must have been killed, or he’d have blown his bugle.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: If only there were more of us.

THE PEASANT
: Just you and me and that cripple.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Nowt we can do, you’d say….

THE PEASANT
: Nowt.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Can’t possibly run down there in the blackness.

THE PEASANT
: Whole hillside’s crawling with ’em. We can’t even give a signal.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: What, and have them butcher us too?

THE PEASANT
: You’re right, nowt we can do.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
to Kattrin:
Pray, poor creature, pray! Nowt we can do to stop bloodshed. You can’t talk, maybe, but at least you can pray. He’ll hear you if no one else can. I’ll help you.
All kneel, Kattrin behind the two peasants
. Our Father, which art in Heaven, hear Thou our prayer, let not the town be destroyed with all what’s in it sound asleep and suspecting nowt. Arouse Thou them that they may get up and go to the walls and see how the enemy approacheth with pikes and guns in the blackness across fields below the slope.
Turning to Kattrin:
Guard Thou our mother and ensure that the watchman sleepeth not but wakes up, or it will be too late. Succour our brother-in-law also, he is inside there with his four children, spare Thou them, they are innocent and know nowt.
To Kattrin, who gives a groan:
One of them’s not two yet, the eldest’s seven.
Kattrin stands up distractedly
. Our Father, hear us, for only Thou canst help; we look to be doomed, for why, we are weak and have no pike and nowt and can risk nowt and are in Thy hand along with our cattle and all the farm, and same with the town, it too is in Thy hand and the enemy is before the walls in great strength.
Unobserved, Kattrin has slipped away to the cart and taken from it something which she hides beneath her apron; then she climbs up the ladder on to the stable roof
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Forget not the children, what are in danger, the littlest ones especially, the old folk what can’t move, and every living creature.

THE PEASANT
: And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. Amen.

Sitting on the roof, Kattrin begins to beat the drum which she has pulled out from under her apron
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Jesus Christ, what’s she doing?

THE PEASANT
: She’s out of her mind.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Quick, get her down.

The peasant hurries to the ladder, but Kattrin pulls it up on to the roof
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: She’ll do us in.

THE PEASANT
: Stop drumming at once, you cripple!

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Bringing the Catholics down on us!

THE PEASANT
looking for stones to throw:
I’ll stone you.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Where’s your feelings? Where’s your heart? We’re done for if they come down on us. Slit our throats, they will.
Kattrin stares into the distance towards the town and carries on drumming
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
to her husband:
I told you we shouldn’t have allowed those vagabonds on to farm. What do they care if our last cows are taken?

THE ENSIGN
runs in with his soldiers and the young peasant:
I’ll cut you to ribbons, all of you!

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Please, sir, it’s not our fault, we couldn’t help it. It was her sneaked up there. A foreigner.

THE ENSIGN
: Where’s the ladder?

THE PEASANT
: There.

THE ENSIGN
calls up:
I order you, throw that drum down.
Kattrin goes on drumming
.

THE ENSIGN
: You’re all in this together. It’ll be the end of you.

THE PEASANT
: They been cutting pine trees in that wood. How about if we got one of the trunks and poked her off….

FIRST SOLDIER
to the ensign:
Permission to make a suggestion, sir!
He whispers something in the ensign’s ear
. Listen, we got a suggestion could help you. Get down off there and come into town with us right away. Show us which your mother is and we’ll see she ain’t harmed.
Kattrin goes on drumming
.

THE ENSIGN
pushes him roughly aside:
She doesn’t trust you; with a mug like yours it’s not surprising.
Calls up:
Suppose I gave you my word? I can give my word of honour as an officer.

Kattrin drums harder
.

THE ENSIGN
: Is nothing sacred to her?

THE YOUNG PEASANT
: There’s more than her mother involved, sir.

FIRST SOLDIER
: This can’t go on much longer. They’re bound to hear in the town.

THE ENSIGN
: We’ll have somehow to make a noise that’s louder than her drumming. What can we make a noise with?

FIRST SOLDIER
: Thought we weren’t s’posed to make no noise.

THE ENSIGN
: A harmless one, you fool. A peaceful one.

THE PEASANT
: I could chop wood with my axe.

THE ENSIGN
: Good: you chop.
The peasant fetches his axe and attacks a tree-trunk
. Chop harder! Harder! You’re chopping for your life.
Kattrin has been listening, drumming less loudly the while. She now looks wildly round, and goes on drumming
.

THE ENSIGN
: Not loud enough.
To the first soldier:
You chop too.

THE PEASANT
: Only got the one axe.
Stops chopping
.

THE ENSIGN
: We’ll have to set the farm on fire. Smoke her out, that’s it.

THE PEASANT
: It wouldn’t help, captain. If the townspeople see a fire here they’ll know what’s up.
Kattrin has again been listening as she drums. At this point she laughs
.

THE ENSIGN
: Look at her laughing at us. I’m not having that.
I’ll shoot her down, and damn the consequences. Fetch the harquebus.

Three soldiers hurry off. Kattrin goes on drumming
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: I got it, captain. That’s their cart. If we smash it up she’ll stop. Cart’s all they got.

THE ENSIGN
to the young peasant:
Smash it up.
Calls up:
We’re going to smash up your cart if you don’t stop drumming.
The young peasant gives the cart a few feeble blows
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Stop it, you animal!

Desperately looking towards the cart, Kattrin emits pitiful noises. But she goes on drumming
.

THE ENSIGN
: Where are those clodhoppers with the harquebus?

FIRST SOLDIER
: Can’t have heard nowt in town yet, else we’d be hearing their guns.

THE ENSIGN
calls up:
They can’t hear you at all. And now we’re going to shoot you down. For the last time: throw down that drum!

THE YOUNG PEASANT
suddenly flings away his plank:
Go on drumming! Or they’ll all be killed! Go on, go on….

The soldier knocks him down and beats him with his pike
.

Kattrin starts to cry, but she goes on drumming
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Don’t strike his back! For God’s sake, you’re beating him to death!

The soldiers hurry in with the harquebus
.

SECOND SOLDIER
: Colonel’s frothing at the mouth, sir. We’re all for court-martial.

THE ENSIGN
: Set it up! Set it up!
Calls up while the gun is being erected:
For the very last time: stop drumming!
Kattrin, in tears, drums as loud as she can
. Fire!
The soldiers fire. Kattrin is hit, gives a few more drumbeats and then slowly crumples
.

THE ENSIGN
: That’s the end of that.

But Kattrin’s last drumbeats are taken up by the town’s cannon. In the distance can be heard a confused noise of tocsins and gunfire
.

FIRST SOLDIER
: She’s made it.

12

Before first light. Sound of the fifes and drums of troops marching off into the distance

In front of the cart Mother Courage is squatting by her daughter. The peasant family are standing near her
.

THE PEASANT
with hostility:
You must go, missis. There’s only one more regiment behind that one. You can’t go on your own.

MOTHER COURAGE
: I think she’s going to sleep.
She sings:

Lullaby baby

What’s that in the hay?

Neighbours’ kids grizzle

But my kids are gay.

Neighbours’ are in tatters

And you’re dressed in lawn

Cut down from the raiment an

Angel has worn.

Neighbours’ kids go hungry

And you shall eat cake

Suppose it’s too crumbly

You’ve only to speak.

Lullaby baby

What’s that in the hay?

The one lies in Poland

The other – who can say?

Better if you’d not told her nowt about your brother-in-law’s kids.

THE PEASANT
: If you’d not gone into town to get your cut it might never of happened.

MOTHER COURAGE
: Now she’s asleep.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: She ain’t asleep. Can’t you see she’s passed over?

THE PEASANT
: And it’s high time you got away yourself. There are wolves around and, what’s worse, marauders.

MOTHER COURAGE
: Aye.

She goes and gets a tarpaulin to cover the dead girl with
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
: Ain’t you got nobody else? What you could go to?

MOTHER COURAGE
: Aye, one left. Eilif.

THE PEASANT
as Mother Courage covers the dead girl
. Best look for him, then. We’ll mind her, see she gets proper burial. Don’t you worry about that.

MOTHER COURAGE
: Here’s money for expenses.

She counts out coins into the peasant’s hands
.

The peasant and his son shake hands with her and carry Kattrin away
.

THE PEASANT’S WIFE
as she leaves:
I’d hurry.

MOTHER COURAGE
harnessing herself to the cart:
Hope I can pull cart all right by meself. Be all right, nowt much inside it. Got to get back in business again.

Another regiment with its fifes and drums marches past in the background
.

MOTHER COURAGE
tugging the cart:
Take me along!

Singing is heard from offstage:

With all its luck and all its danger

The war is dragging on a bit

Another hundred years or longer

The common man won’t benefit.

Filthy his food, no soap to shave him

The regiment steals half his pay.

But still a miracle may save him:

Tomorrow is another day!

The new year’s come. The watchmen shout.

The thaw sets in. The dead remain.

Wherever life has not died out