Jun 17, 2024 · Artun Alaska Arasli
The Miser
Author: Moliere
Translated by Sabahattin Eyüboğlu
Translated by Sabahattin Eyüboğlu
HARPAGON – Come on! There’s a thief! Catch them! They’re killing men! Is there no one to save lives? Where is right and justice? Is there no God? They shot me! They took my life! They cut my throat! They stole my money, my money! Who took it, who? What happened? Where is it? Where is it hidden? What should I do? How should I find it? Where should I run? Where shouldn’t I run? Is he over there? Is he here? Who is it? Stop! (grabs his own arm)
I got him. Give me my money, bandit! Oops! It was me. I don't know where I am! Who am I? What am I doing? I don’t know. What happened to me! My money! My poor money! My darling, my darling! They took you away from me! Without you, what can I take refuge in, what can I console myself with, what can I rejoice in? Everything is over for me; I have nothing left to do in the world! What can I do without you, how can I live? Is it possible? They’ve done it to me! I can’t bear this pain, I’m dying; I’m dead, they buried me! Whoever wants to resurrect me, give me back my money, or tell me who took it? What’s up? What are you saying? There’s no one. Whoever did this must have been lying in wait, waiting for an opportunity; he did it just as I was talking to my son. Go on, go ahead. Go to justice; have the whole house interrogated: the servant women, the servants, your son, your daughter, even yourself!
(pointing to the audience)
What is this crowd? Why are they gathered here? Whose face fills me with suspicion? I feel like they’re all thieves. What is it? What are they talking about? Did they see a thief? What's that noise up there? Is the thief there? Please, if anyone sees him, tell me for God’s sake! Is he hidden among you? They all look at me and laugh. You can see they all have a hand in this theft. Let the gendarmes, policemen, rifles, judges, courts, tortures, gallows, executioners come quickly! I’ll hang, I’ll hang the whole world, and if I still can’t find my money, I’ll hang myself!
I got him. Give me my money, bandit! Oops! It was me. I don't know where I am! Who am I? What am I doing? I don’t know. What happened to me! My money! My poor money! My darling, my darling! They took you away from me! Without you, what can I take refuge in, what can I console myself with, what can I rejoice in? Everything is over for me; I have nothing left to do in the world! What can I do without you, how can I live? Is it possible? They’ve done it to me! I can’t bear this pain, I’m dying; I’m dead, they buried me! Whoever wants to resurrect me, give me back my money, or tell me who took it? What’s up? What are you saying? There’s no one. Whoever did this must have been lying in wait, waiting for an opportunity; he did it just as I was talking to my son. Go on, go ahead. Go to justice; have the whole house interrogated: the servant women, the servants, your son, your daughter, even yourself!
(pointing to the audience)
What is this crowd? Why are they gathered here? Whose face fills me with suspicion? I feel like they’re all thieves. What is it? What are they talking about? Did they see a thief? What's that noise up there? Is the thief there? Please, if anyone sees him, tell me for God’s sake! Is he hidden among you? They all look at me and laugh. You can see they all have a hand in this theft. Let the gendarmes, policemen, rifles, judges, courts, tortures, gallows, executioners come quickly! I’ll hang, I’ll hang the whole world, and if I still can’t find my money, I’ll hang myself!
