Translated and adapted by Frank J. Reproduction in any form is prohibited without explicit consent of Frank Morlock. Please contact frankmorlock msn.
For more information on this play, click here. The 26th of January , a little before dawn. A square in the little town of Saint-Dizier. To the left, the house of Colonel Bertrand, behind the house a street which crosses the stage.
In the back of the house, Fortune Michelin. Although it is still night, you feel the village is not sleeping. There's a light in most of the houses. Victor and a postilion -- both are on horseback and covered with mud -- it's clear they've run fast at full gallop.
Catherine is seated on a milestone. I believe we've arrived, haven't we! You go at a pretty pace! Do you know how much time we took to get here? An hour! An hour to go three and a half leagues.
Excuse me! You move like an official courier. Bad custom. Hold still a minute, will you? You see, we are measuring our grain. Give him a lot, Mr. A post and a half, 6 francs, thirty sous for reins, seven francs 10 sous.
