Creon, you are a father,
... and in these enemies...
Creon, you are a father,
... and in these enemies...
... perhaps you would think you have a son.
Everyone knows...
... how ardent Hemon serves Polynice.
I know it, Madam,
... and I make him justice.
I must, indeed, distinguish him from the common run,
... but I hate him much strongly...
... than anyone else.
And I would wish,
... with my sincere integrity,
... that everyone hate him...
... as his farther dose.
Not finished yet.
She will kill you.
I'm just offer my help to her.
Don't be so naive!
I'll quit if Marquise stays.
I'll tear her her up to save trouble.
Where did she hide?
Cut her tongue off.
She's hiding out!
Let the little whore go to hell!
She's not here. Follow me.
I'd like to hear your heart...
... beaten as your eyelashes do.
Don't let your voice come out of here.
Should be here.
Read after me.
"But, alas! that you hold my whole life..."
"... as you hold so extremely with my love!."
Let me go first.
Read it.
I refuse.
Please! You are so eager to act...
... when you were at the lake side the other day.
"But, alas! that you hold my whole life..."
"... as you hold so extremely with my love!."
Don't read with your mouth, but with your heart.
"Yes."
"You retains my fugitive heart, my love."
"I recognize the voice of my heart winner."
"The hope died in my heart,"
"... and however you live,"
"... and you want that I live, too"
I have friends here.
Come on.
Mr. Racine's become a lowyer or something.
I'd like to be his client.
Madam, hold it!
You come as I request.
The Consort is almost going to fight with me,
... since I've sent a few young girl...
... to serve the King.
Take me to La Voisin, will you?
Why?
I'm just like a fox in the henroost.
Watch out. The hens may eat you.
Welcome you to drop in from time to time.
The best play...
... of the Royal Theater...
... is always put on at the balcony.
She's so cheap. Mouth's so big.
Eyes so small.
So stupid and brow's so low.
She's got a taste of a countrywoman,
... full of vulgarity.
Apparently enchanted the King with her way of seduction.
Awful!
Mr. Racine,
... allow me to introduce the Widow of Dasya,
... a specialist of information transmission,
... brewing of poisonous wine,
... and making all kinds of poison.
An admirer of the devil.
Is this a sentence of your guilty?
No. It's just my career.
No danger at all,
... I warrant.
The most effective way to prevent poison,
... is to make poison by yourself.
This way, Sir.
My name is Elisabeth.
Would you like to play gobang with us?
No. Thanks.
What did you bring us?
Let me read some lines from "Andromaque" for you.
"Are you looking for me, Madam?"
"Would so charming a hope be allowed to me?"
Bring her to the Queen? She's mad!
"Ah, Madam! the Greeks, "
"... if I believe their alarms of them..."
The Queen's here.
Who is she?
Madam Du Parc is here to wait for you.
You are the one the King mentioned to me.
No wonder twice the King intercoursed with me last night.
He was thinking about you,
... although it was me under him.
Humiliate herself!
Your Majesty.
You wan to get us entangled in prison?
They looked at me as if I'm a cow.
You are waiting for a role with your lifetime.
You are fawning on the Quee with your lifetime.
The Queen and her courtiers...
... appreciate the elegant poems.
Poems? You Parisian call it poem...
... to serve as a procurer?
I've got no talent, only good looks.
Look at the big picture for yourself!
Don't be childish.
Come to visit me tomorrow.
Visit you?
Let's do the rehearsal.
Don't forget,
... your "andromaque" is a widow,
but I'm not.
I'm not going to bed yet.
Me neither.
Excuse me for my casual clothes.
Come on in.
Come on, take a seat, please.
Have you finished your play?
Not yet.
Not sure whether or not it's worthwhile to continue.
Sometimes when you read the lines,
... you do think it's beautiful.
But at other times, you will think...
... even a pig won't read it.
I'm not goot at reading...
... as I'm poorly eduacated.
But I believe you...
... and would trust you for now.
"Ah! Lord, stop! What are you going to do? "
"If you deliver the son,"
"... thus deliver to them the mother!"
"Phoenix will tell you, my word is given."
"You who let me face..."
"... so much various dangers!"
"The unconscious of the Prince..."
"... that annoyed me."
"Ah! Lord! The remainder of pride I afraid..."
"... would be deprived."
I didn't write this.
No? I just popped it out.
Are you adapting my play?
The lines are mine and the voice is decided by you.
Stop debating. It's not allowed.
Learn modesty from Moliere, will you?
Damn him!
Rene often came up with some improvisational lines on the stage...
... and Moliere took it...
... as the valuable symbols of their friendship.
So I should take your lines?
"You who let me face so much various dangers!"
Say you only belong to me.
"The unconscious of the Prince..."
"... that annoyed me."
I know it all. I would die for you.
"Ah! Lord! The remainder of pride I afraid would be deprived."
No, it's not the time yet.
Don't refuse me. You don't have the right to refuse.
When you finished the play, I'll be yours.
Don't torture me. I love you.
I love you, too.
But I won't let your manuscript left blank...
... because of our embrace.
What are you worried about, darling?
Pains gnaw my heart.
Because of me?
No, my love. I don't care what you did...
... or who you were with...
... as long as you still love me.
No one can tear us apart.
Even Mr. Racine?
You can't answer it?
I'm scared.
Scared of him?
Scared of myself.
Do you love him?
"I'm not a ogre..."
"... who only roars at home."
"Or a ferocious husband..."
"... who only ask his wife to abide by the formalities."
I love you, my giant.
No one can reach half of you...
... neither with heart, soul or body.
My good girl!
"... that everyone hate him..."
Bend it back. All right.
"... as his farther dose."
Stop it right now!
Are you drunk? Why interrupted us?
Moliere!
There should be no dancing in my "Thebaide".
Put those antic tricks...
... into your own farce.
But don't ruin my tragedy.
You tragedy of "Thebaide"...
... hasn't earned a pound last week.
You should thank for Rene and Marquise...
... who made the tickets sold one time more.
I should thank you...
... for writing such a vulgar version!
Yes, sir.
The play of Moliere's wins applause and cheer of the audience;
The play of Racine's wins yawn and tireness of the audience.
What you are worried about...
... is just the King deems my play is good than yours.
Your ambition makes yourself a fool, young man.
I'm just trying to save your play.
Start ove! Seven, Eight... One.
To save it by debasing the taste of my work...
... and wasting Marquise's talent?
Is an actress's talent...
... judged by their performance on the bed?
You are not merited to direct my play.
I would take it back.
I would throw it back.
Spit it back.
I'm here to dedicate "Andromaque"...
... as well as my soul to you.
It's still in wet ink.
So long I have been longing for it!
Floridor's going to rehearsal it soon.
Is the role still mine?
This is your baby?
No. He's Moliere and Armande's.
She's so excited.
Duke Coly will be his godfarther.
And you are his godmother.
Not me.
Madam Ovalyn of course.
Jesus.
Feed him some orange juice and make him sleep.
Leave now!
Moliere will kill you if he catches sight of you.
I belong to Moliere...
... and I can't leave him.
You are too loyal to him.
You are too ungrateful.
I don't owe him anything.
He treated me merely as a dancer and mistress.
He never gives but requires.
If I leave him,
... what role can I play in "Andromaque"?
Pyrrhus.
Don't make fun of me.
It's a leading role.
Give it to whoever wants to play.
Why don't you read the play?
I can't play the leading role. The role I only can play is a fat man.
Start to rehearse tomorrow,
... and if everything's fine, in three weeks...
... the King and all people in Paris...
... will cheer for you.
Your name will go around through France.
Should be your name.
The same. Since your are mine.
The candle is too bright.
Better now?
I can't leave Moliere.
I will speak to the King.
Not Moliere. It's Rene.
What to do with him?
Don't forget he's my husband.
Will you feel uneasy for that?
I'm yours...
... as you let me play Andromaque.
Put on your clothes.
Are you crazy?
I can resisted the physical temptation.
When you play Andromaque,
... you will be mine.
I'll never give the role to anyone else.
I love you. And I'll wait.
Are you praying, madam?
No. I'm pissing.
In the church?
You are late for one hour.
It occured to me to show my mercy...
... by sharing the benefaction God favored to my bladder...
... to others.
The problem is she still loves her husband.
The tough problem of yours...
... is merely a trifling matter for me.
Here are some chocolates.
If it dosen't work, I'll give you more.
It's free.
Until you fufil your wishes.
and if we succeed?
You give me some tax interests of your play.
It's said that you are going to surpass...
Corneille and Moliere soon.
I've thought I wouldn't see you again.
Since that night I've thought so.
What's this?
Chocolate.
Let the Queen and her maids enjoy it.
You can't bribe me.
It's not for you.
Not for me?
No. It's for Rene.
You think you can buy him over by the candy?
No. I'm just showing my respect to him...
... by the humble present.
I really admire his loyalty to Moliere.
Don't mention "Andromaque" to him any more.
It's not what will happen everyday...
... for a playwriter to send his regard to an actor.
It should be directed by Moliere.
Floridor is only concerned about money.
If Moliere should ruin it...
... he still knows of the depression of love...
... deep in his heart.
May I meet Rene now?
Alas, no. He's ill since last night.
A heavy sick.
he often got ill?
Thank for God, it never happened.
Eat too much?
He didn't touch any food.
Give it to me.
I'd have a word with you by ourselves.
You love Marquise, don't you?
I can't...
"I can't..."
Only two words...
... can't make up of a full poem.
Tell me a simple word! You love her or not?
Yes, I do.
Then I trust her to you.
But you should promise me first...
... never treat her badly.
Never!
She's so delicate.
She will love you.
She denied it, but she will.
Don't hurt her, you swear!
Swear!
I swear!
Let's check the urine first.
Then observe the excrement.
I suggest we do it with our noses.
But not the hands.
I suggest we do some exsanguination,
... then let the doctor...
... finish the rest wonderful part of it.
I'm dying.
Yes, sir.
Doctor, cups, section...
... and 10 liter of enema.
I'm dying.
Rene!
Call the doctor! Now!
I'm dying.
No! My love, don't die.
Don't do this to me.
Don't leave me.
He's dead.
Louder. I can't hear you.
He said he's dead.
It's the drug that killed him.
Get out! Don't come into my room!
Moliere has assigned a role for you.
What role will he assign to me?
He never trusts me.
And Racine let you play Andromaque.
He's trying to comfort me.
I can't play it even I want to.
Why?
My contract with Moliere's troupe still holds.
Racine has got the agreement.
The role of Andromaque is waiting for you.
It dosen't mean anything to me for all these good wills.
Pull yourself together, madam.
In case you get haggard and no one will love you any more.
Forget Rene?
Not forget, it's replacement.
So ironhearted you are.
If any one beg me like that...
... I'll know what is love.
So what are you waiting for?
Go to play the role!
Be true or not of your grief,
... Rene can't be alive again.
Play not for yourself, but for him.
For him?
Yes. Whenever Marquise is on stage,
... the name of Du Parc will be praised.
So grateful that you think of this for me.
Ah! Lord, stop! What are you going to do?
If you deliver the son,
... thus deliver to them the mother!
You've swore an oaths to me showing so much friendship!
No! Jesus! Marquise,
... it's not a show for the plebeian...
... at the countryside.
It should be in style! God!
Should be solemn! It's art!
Go on.
Gods! Won't I be able at least to touch your pity?
Without hope of forgiveness...
... did you condemn me?
Phoenix will tell you, my word is given.
You who let me face so much various dangers!
I was blind then;
My eyes opened now.
Your desires could be granted...
... but you didn't ask for it. It's too late now.
It's done.
Ah! Lord!
You surely understood my sighs...
... which I afraid will be pushed back.
Tell me, Marquise,
... are you going to act like that?
Yes. Why?
I might be wrong. Excuse me.
Is this poem?
Or lines blurting out of a woman's mouth?
You are joking.
No. I'm just wondering...
... is it a play for the plebeians?
It's for the court and will win their applaud.
Play like Marquise...
... there won't be any applaud.
They won't even finish it.
Tell Floridor...
... what you have told me.
"Don't read with your mouth, but with your heart."
For God's sake,
... let Floridor act in his way.
He knows nothing of acting. He's deaf...
... so he read so loud, dribbling at the mouth.
The nobility were all pleased...
... at the time when our theater is most popular...
... to see the performance of my floruit.
How lucky you are...
... to play with the greatest tragedian...
... for the King.
Didn't you mock at Moliere...
... when we were rehearsing your "Thebaide"?
Moliere is a comedian...
...and we're playing a tragedy, madam.
Floridor is right.
I have great respect of his wisdom.
So should you.
You shouldn't betray yourself for others.
Do as he said.
If you don't have respect for him, you should have it at least for me.
To die for in love with...
... an impotent old man...
... is far too difficult for me.
Are you abusing me?
He's admitted it.
So happy you are still sensible.
Sensible to know things well.
Better to have you mouth shut than have it opened.
She's crazy.
Mr. Racine, it's noon now.
Come in please.
Take it away. We're not hungry.
You haven't eat for two days.
I'm so hungry.
I can hear your heart.
What is it saying?
It says...
I love you, and you love me.
Be quiet.
Is it right?
Yes, but...
But what?
... I'm very hot.
Liar.
Didn't we swear to share all secrets?
There won't be any secrets between us.
I don't mean to hurt you.
You can't hurt a dead man.
And I'm already dead in your love.
Maybe you know every secrets of souls,
... but for the profound feelings of women's...
... you still know very little.
For example?
Your way of making love...
... is just like the way Moliere plays a tragedy.
Raise his voice and read the lines exaggerately.
When there should be a whisper, you recite;
When there should be a walk, you run.
So I get exited.
The tragedy also gets Moliere excited.
You should control yourself sometimes, or it's not good for you.
You have no right to refuse me.
Of course I do.
I love you.
Marquise! Come on! The King's here.
Put on your costume quickly.
I had loose bowels! I'm nervous.
Too excited.
Sorry! You go and welcome him!
We can't let him wait long.
I can't play on the stool like him.
I'm doomed because of you!
Who's this? Who?
Who's this?
My minister of finance?
No. You are much softer than him.
What will you give me?
So surprising!
It will begin in minutes, Your Majesty.
But these young girs said...
... they are more charming...
... than Madam Du Parc...
... who let us wait so long.
We are kicking our heels about while waiting.
Madam Louis said her breast...
... is bigger than Du Parc's...
... which can hold an army to drill on it.
I agree, Your Majesty.
Madam Lavinla said her legs and ass...
... will not be bored with all the eyes of Versailles.
I won't deny.
Take us to the fountain.
I'd like to take bath there.
So soft!
Admit it. They are more elegant and beautiful...
... than your Madam Du Parc...
... the madam who made me almost lose my patience.
I admit, Your Majesty.
Have you heard that?
These ladies are no doubt...
... the jewellery on the robe's Your Majesty.
However,
... although your are eager to show off,
... you are just blind imitation compared with her.
If your eyes are as vivid as hers,
... why should you show off your breast and ass?
"Show off your breast and ass..."
My army of flatterers, Racine...
... should elect you as the general.
We are ready, Your Majesty.
Thanks God.
Madam Du Parc only let us wait for an hour.
Make known with my son the heroes of his race.
As far as you will be able, lead him on their trace.
Tell him by which exploits their names burst.
Rather what they did but what they were.
Tell him about...
... the virtues of his father.
And sometimes...
... also tell him about his mother.
But don't think it any more, Cephise, to avenge us.
We leave him a master...
... who must spare it that he has his modest memory.
He is descendant of the Hectors,
... but he is the remainder.
And for this remainder...
... finally I have myself, in one day,
... sacrificed my blood, my hatred,
... and my love.
Don't be with me,
... if your heart out of alarms provides that...
... it will not be able to order from your tears.
Someone's coming.
Hide your tears, Cephise, and remember that...
... the fate of Andromaque is made with your faith.
It's Hermione.
Come on, let's flee his violence.
Rise, Madam.
You've won the glory of victory.
You acted so well.
I could help crying.
A realy master.
Right! It's her times now.
Look, I claped my hands to red.
So happy for you.
Great!
I've told you before!
What can I say? I was wrong!
You like my actiong?
Yes. I never know...
... one can play a tragedy so naturally.
You set the rule since "A Jealous Husband".
The King has mentioned "it" to me.
Is there any hope?
Have I ever let you down?
Never, Your Majesty.
I still remember the day I first saw you dancing.
Me, too.
It's so wet!
I've caught a cold.
You haven't been warmed by my bounty?
Your Majesty, the earth is warmed by the sun...
... yet the moon is evaded.
You dare to refuse me?
I'm even more disrepectful...
... than I was when we first met.
The Consort seems intimate with Racine.
Why you are taking things away?
Who sent you here?
All things have been detained by me.
Son of bitch!
The troupe has been detained by the creditors.
Come on! Before he finds it.
Where's Moliere?
He's at the White Goat Inn.
Here comes an angel, folks!
Sent by the God. Come here, beauty.
Get her some wine.
Not allowed!
The King won't let those son of bitches eat you.
The King won't help me.
Go beg him.
Beg what, Marquise?
Beg him to save your troupe,
... your actors, and your life.
You are so naive.
The king has to please the Church.
I have to please him.
And you have to please Floridor.
Let's jump into the river, Moliere!
Good idea. Let's go, Lully.
Let's go!
What else can we do?
Art, literature, and theater...
... everything is of no value.
My soul is sad,
... my life is sad, and the wine is sad, too.
Dear, I'm here.
Right, you are here.
So is Madeleine...
... holding my empty purse.
Catherine, Genevieve, and Armande...
My Armande.
Only think of women. You looser!
Women are better than drunkards...
... and stinky musicians.
Long life for stinky musicians!
Women can never compose...
... or write a play.
"I'm here."
"I'm here with you."
How marvelous if Rene was here,
... cheered on me and amused me.
Let me play jokes and clown for you,
... as long as you stop drinking the wine.
I love you, Marquise.
You didn't let me down.
So I love you.
Let's go to jump into the river, will you?
Will you?
Let's go.
How about Racine?
He always got some old men arround me.
He deserted me for Floridor.
He will desert you, too.
He's a born deserter.
Ah, you are more jealous...
... than the ogre in the play.
Let's performance a play for Rene.
Go to jump into the Seine first.
Go to ask the King.
Jump into the river first.
What did you say, angel?
You are the best playwriter.
Franch wine is not suitable for the Italians.
It's not what I'm good at...
... to ask for favor from the King.
Turkey ambassador.
You are not invited by the King. Please stand by.
Don't you know him?
If I say no,
... it will be a desecration for the theater.
Please ask for permission of our presantation before the King.
The King's meeting the guests now.
I heard that you are courageous, sir.
If you let us in now,
... and I will let you "in",
... whenever and wherever you want.
Are you serious?
I'm asking a favor of you...
... to buy Moliere's troupe back from the creditors.
You have irritated me, madam.
Are you playing Andromaque?
Or you are born arrogant?
Andromaque is a woman, not a role.
She will not be courageous on the stage...
... while coward under the stage.
Is that her courage...
... let you insult Floridor,
... the actor who was adored by my grandfarther?
Floridor was senile...
... when your grandfarther's still young.
You can certainly please us with your glib tongue.
Let the laughter go on!
He's a magnanimous husband.
I admit, Your Majesty,
I had wish that Rene would die.
But who didn't die for his love?
He loves her, and she loves him.
And there's an obstacle.
So he has to draw his sword...
... to chop the thorns in the way.
Do you understand?
It sounds more like Corneille's play, but not Racine's.
The tragedy writers did kill a lot,
... but only in their play.
Your magnanimity and courage...
... will be adored for ever.
Thanks a lot, Your Majesty.
And you, Racine... Come here.
Except for the play...
... never sign any contract casually.
Why you are crying?
Isn't it a successful performance tonight?
Nothing, madam.
Look at me.
Read after me, tick-tick-ta, tick-tick-ta.
I'm so sad.
Come on.
Tick-tick-ta.
Look! Happy now?
Tell me what is it?
Blow your nose first.
You played so vividly.
You cried for that?
I hope I could play like you.
Read a line of Andromaque.
Any line.
I can't.
You are lying.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks,"
"... you still hold the fate in your hand."
First, stand up.
Don't take breath from here.
From here. Let's go.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks,"
"... you still hold the fate in your hand."
Once more.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks,"
"... you still hold the fate in your hand."
Look at my eyes.
Pretend that I'm your lover.
I'm still a virgin.
Use your imagination.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks..."
I want you blow your stomach up...
... and your heart's goint to explode from your breast.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks..."
Sense it with your heart!
Or I will beat you on your ass...
... until my hand gets swelled Once again.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks,"
"... you still hold the fate in your hand."
Once more.
"Although it will be protested by the Greeks,"
"... you still hold the fate in your hand."
"Ah! You words have come true."
"My son's bound to die."
"Madam, you and sir should be confident."
"He advised you to be enlightened."
"And never give up your life for the morality."
See? To act is very simple.
Die once on stage every night.
All right, help me to change my clothes.
Marquise.
Are you waiting for me?
Congratulations on me!
I've been engaged as the historiographer for the King.
Good luck for you.
Only this?
I'd like to lie down for a while.
Marquise! Marquise!
What is it?
Nothing.
I'm worried that I didn't do well at last night's performance.
Nonsense. The audience all cried for you.
Tonight we'll play in request of the King.
Hope I can stand up.
Dear, you will win applause...
... just like last night.
Let's go!
I can't stand it.
Leave the King without permission?
I don't feel well.
Marquise, please!
If I can't play...
... you swear you won't let other play.
How many times you want me to tell you?
You are the only one can play Andromaque.
Mansa!
Your Majesty!
Cheer us on.
Are we going to move into the Castle of Versailles soon?
If Your Majesty would ask the Duke...
... to stop aiming at my hawk rack,
... I will warrant you to move in before Christmas.
Two servants of mine were badly injured and got disabled.
Another was lost his sight...
... just for pleasing his friends.
Disgusting!
I warrant this wouldn't happen again.
Thank you, Your Majesty.
Let the Duke take shooting lessons tomorrow.
What a shame...
... for a prince that he can't shoot well.
Come here, Racine.
Take this.
Call Madam Du Parc...
... and let she see my acting...
... just as precious as hers.
She's here, Your Majesty.
You know...
... the doctor ask me to take a bath?
Take a bath? That's terrible!
Yes, it is! Years ago...
... one of my teacher had asked me to take a bath.
In remember of today'a affair,
... I've written a little poem.
Would you please read it aloud for me...
... when I come into the water?
As your will, Your Majesty!
Is it the King's duty to sacrifice himself?
Yes, Your Majesty.
Ladies and gentlemen, I would risk my life...
... to accomplish the glory of science.
Have you ever take such a bath?
Not yet. But you have set a good example...
... and let me get the courage to have a try.
"How beauiful it is, the water in the lake!"
"Graceful, restrained, and stunning."
"Swinging like a warm cradle."
"The ripples wave and send me into the sweat dreams."
Excuse me, I can't hear you.
"How beauiful it is, the water in the lake!"
"Graceful, restrained, and stunning."
My hearing has been softened by the water therapy...
... and can't hear anything.
Wine might help to raise my voice.
What?
Now near enough?
Or have some one fetch the acoustic instrument?
"Oh, eyes, please fix on the purely magnificent divine animal..."
"Roaming about on the mirror like lake water."
"And sing high on his beauty and power..."
"And the clearness and coolness of the water."
"Our senses and sights..."
"Are all bewildered."
Asshole! Your illness is all owing to him!
Burned in the back...
... the lung and throat seem caught on fire...
... the nose is running...
... and the eyes are hurt. Jesus!
You can do nothing tonight but play sexy dancing.
You've got to lose your virginity.
How can you go on when they abuse you?
You are out of your mind.
Put on more cups.
Don't give lessons on me.
I'm putting.
Are you going to see the doctor, too?
No.
I hate them.
I like them.
I like to see they prevent your vulgarity.
My vulgarity? Just because I joked on your virginity?
Take care of your own illness!
Don't get busy with spoiling me.
Get rid of those cups. I'm going.
So fast?
Look.
Look at my eyes.
Do they look like the light...
... blinking in the painful sufferer's eyes?
Yes.
Come on, take the chance of the illness...
... when there's still some enthusiasm in the eyes.
Help me to change my clothes now.
You know you shouldn't go.
Sure I know.
Hope I would like you one day.
Ah, Madam! The Greeks, if I believe their alarms,
... you soon will be other subject of tears.
And which is this fear of which their heart is struck, Lord?
Some of the Trojan will escape for you?
What is necessary that I say?
Tell him that for my son...
... the love is rather strong...
Do you believe that in his heart he swore his death?
Can the love so far pushing his cruelty?
Madam, he will soon return in fury.
Eh, well! I will ensure him...
Please let us through.
No substitute at all?
Who can substitute for Marquise?
I know everything abou the role.
I read the lines aloud at the backstage every night.
Let my mouth go with her voice...
... and my pace and gesture go with hers...
... until I can't tell who's playing.
She or me.
Put on the costume.
I'll go to announce the play will go on.
I don't allow it.
Moliere's already doomed.
If I go busted, you are doomed, too.
You have no right to do that.
Marquise will be well tomorrow.
She let me substitute for her.
Put on the costume.
Ah, Madam! The Greeks, if I believe their alarms,
... you soon will be other subject of tears.
And which is this fear of which their heart is struck, Lord?
Some of the Trojan will escape for you?
He's not feared that one day he will avenges for his father;
He's feared that he didn't wipe the tears of his mother.
It would have held me place...
... of a father and a husband;
But it is necessary for me to lose all,
... and always by your blows.
Lie down. You are running a fever.
Where I am?
At home.
How long have I been in bed?
Three days.
Three days? Where's Racine?
Would you like some warm broth with wine?
Have they stopped performing the play?
No. Why should they?
Without me how can they play "Andromaque"?
They let Marie substitute for you.
Marie? The kid's still sucking the nipples now!
She's made big progress.
Racine won't allow it.
He did.
I don't believe. She's just a kid.
No one is kid now.
Maybe she can seduce him for three or four days...
The fourth day has almost passed now.
What did the King say?
He's forgotten us.
We are dead actors, you've said.
Really? Then I would dispute.
If not, I would contest.
Don't go.
Don't forget me.
Show yourself, Pyrrhus. The eyes full of anger...
Entering into the gleam of our extreme palates...
On all my dead brothers being made a passage...
And of blood covered overheating carnage...
Think of the cries of the winners,
... think of the cries of dying,
In the flame choked, under iron expiring.
Paint yourself in these horrors...
Andromaque endured.
Here is as Pyrrhus was offered to my sight.
The tragedians have experienced their terrible fate:
They were born at the first scene...
... and died at the fifth scene.
What about the time between these?
They've sensed pains, suffered pains.
They escaped from the stage,
... in fear of these pains...
but found they have nowhere to go.
Except the stage,
... there's nowhere...
... they could release their pains,
... anger, and sorrow.
One day you will understand...
... to act is to commit suicide.
Good lines, aren't they?
Yes. Don't speak too much.
You have me substituted so quickly.
She plays the role. I play my life.
Why did you do this?
The fantasy of a pregnant woman.
You are pregant?
Four months now.
Why didn't you tell me?
I don't want to be substituted.
Dear! Dear!
I love you.
I'm so glad to die in your arms.
Kiss me.
*Tima*