Chapter 3: Forbidden Love, Part 2

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< p.101 >
# Paris [ Crowd gathers around newstand.]
Vendor:	Hear, hear! Breaking news! Get your copy today! The Queen makes a cuckold of the King! And her lover is a young foreign officer!
Women:	Goodness, what nonsense! Why, she hasn't even borne an heir! She's on her way to becoming the second Countess Polignac! How shameless she is! Yeah, how dare she! Not only is she extravagant, she's just as depraved! She knows nothing about our daily lives!
[ At the Lamotte house ]
Rohan:	[ nothing ... ] I gave Her Majesty 50,000 livres and wrote her tons of reply letters. But she still wouldn't give me a smile! She totally ignored me! [ plop! ] How in the world do you explain this, Miss Jeanne?
< p.102 >
Jeanne:	My my! Be patient, Monsieur Rohan! Listen to the rumors outside! Nowadays people will make a big fuss whenever Her Majesty acts just a bit friendlier towards a man! That's why she can't return your affections right away!
Rohan:	Hmm ... that might be why ...
Jeanne:	So why don't you just write a letter and send some gifts to her? I'll be happy to deliver them for you, of course.
< p.103 >
[ At the Polignacs house ]
Charlotte:	[ standing on balcony, looking dazed ]
Polignac:	Why do you look so upset, Charlotte? It's improper for a woman who is about to get married! Even Her Majesty has sent her blessings!
Charlotte:	Mother ...
Polignac:	Frankly, it's a burden for me too. I only wish for your happiness. The Duke comes from an august lineage with blood ties to the royal family. With your marriage, the Polignacs will join the highest of nobility. And you'll be living in glory and happiness!
< p.104 >
Charlotte:	{{ No .... ! Not marriage! No ... ! How scary! Help me, Miss Rosalie! Help me! I don't want to get married! Oh ... I'd rather die ... }}
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
Granny:	There! I'm done! You really must be a bit more careful. Otherwise, it'll take forever for your wound to heal completely!
Oscar:	[ hee hee ... ] All right, all right, Granny.
[ At the Palace ]
Polignac:	Charlotte! Charlotte!
< p.105 >
Polignac:	Have you, er, seen my daughter Charlotte?
Woman:	Oh, Miss Charlotte? Why, she went to the gardens a while ago.
Rosalie:	Oh ... Monsieur Oscar! Please find Miss Charlotte! Miss Charlotte! She's been gone without a word since last night! Please find her! She's my sister!
Oscar:	Miss ... Charlotte ... !
Servant:	Miss Charlotte!
Polignac:	Charlotte! Charlotte, where are you?
< p.106 >
Servant:	Oh dear! Up there!
Charlotte:	[ walks along handrails on the stairs in the gardens ]
Polignac:	Charlotte! What are you doing there? Get down, Charlotte!
Oscar:	[ runs towards Charlotte ]
Charlotte:	{{ Sorry, Mother ... Next time I won't be born a noblewoman ... No more ... }}
< p.107 >
Charlotte:	[ jumps ] {{ I won't be a noblewoman ... any more ... }}
Oscar:	[ runs to catch Charlotte ] Charlotte! [ ouch! ] Aww! [ releases Charlotte ]
Charlotte:	[ falls down the landing ]
< p.108 >
Polignac:	Arggghhh!
Oscar:	[ hand trembles ] {{ It was too late ... My left hand was ... oh! ... my left hand was still too weak ... }}
Polignac:	[ faints ]
Servants:	Countess Polignac! Countess Polignac!
Oscar:	{{ It's God's punishment ... }}
< p.109 >
[ In church ]
Polignac:	[ wail ... wail ... ]
[ In the Palace ]
Women:	Do you suppose Miss Charlotte's death was really an accident? Wasn't it a suicide? I thought so too. She must have killed herself to escape marriage to Duke Guiche. For Christians, suicide is treason against God and the King, isn't it. The Church won't hold funerals for them. Countess Polignac insists that it was an accident, but who really knows!
< p.110 >
Polignac:	It was an accident! My daughter Charlotte died in an accident! It's not a suicide! [ wail ... ]
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
Rosalie:	{{ Charlotte ... My poor little sister ... We never got to know each other as sisters ... }}
< p.111 >
Rosalie:	{{ Nobles are truly a sad bunch ... truly sad ... So tied up in lineage and etiquette ... Living without a sense of humanity ... }}
André:	So you're here, Rosalie!
Rosalie:	André!
André:	Go downstairs now! Someone from the Polignacs has come for you.
Rosalie:	Pardon?
[ Downstairs ]
Messenger:	Miss Rosalie, Countess Polignac wants to accept you formally into our family as her daughter. I've come to bring you home.
< p.112 >
Rosalie:	{{ Me? As her daughter formally? Then ... she must have known about me ... }} [ pause ] Please leave ... Tell her I do not consider Countess Polignac to be my mother.
Messenger:	Miss Rosalie!
< p.113 >
Messenger:	Miss Rosalie! The reason our Madame abandoned you years ago was ...
Rosalie:	Please leave! My mother is already dead! She got run over by Countess Polignac's carriage! That's right, she was murdered! And that woman ran away laughing! Go home! Go awayyy! [ sob ... ]
Oscar:	Rosalie!
< p.114 >
[ after a while ]
Rosalie:	Monsieur ... Oscar ... please don't make me leave here ... I beg you ... let me serve you for the rest of my life ... Please ... please ... let me stay with you forever! Monsieur Oscar ... I ...
Oscar:	[ twitch ]
< p.115 >
Oscar:	Rosalie, I think of you as a sister and member of our family. Please think of this as your own home, and feel free to stay until you get married. But don't forget -- I'm a woman.
Rosalie:	[ stunned ]
Oscar:	[ leaves room ]
Rosalie:	[ sob ... ] Monsieur Oscar ...!

< p.116 >
Oscar:	Fersen, is it true that you broke off the engagement?
Fersen:	Oscar, I wonder ... if I'd ever hear compliments from you. I used to think that people must marry and get used to their lawful wives. Especially for me, the heir to the house of Fersen ... But now things are different. I've decided not to marry for life, even if it seems unnatural.
< p.117 >
Oscar:	Fersen!
Fersen:	Don't say anything, Oscar. There's only one woman whom I love with all my heart and want to spend my life with. And there's only one woman who loves me and entrusts me with all her life. Yet I could never marry her ... so I ...
< p.118 >
Fersen:	So I won't marry for life! It seems to be God's will.
Oscar:	{{ Fersen ... }}
Fersen:	But ... how painful it is! Every time I see Lady Antoinette, I find myself loving her more and more ...
Fersen and Oscar:	{{ I find myself loving ... more and more ... }}
< p.119 >
[ At the gates of the Palace ]
[ paper falling from sky: bing bong ]
Guard:	What?
Guards:	[ chatter chatter ] Hey, look! Check out these libelles! * Huh? Got anything interesting on there? Ha ha ha ... it says Her Majesty has an affair wtih Count Fersen! What? Where, where? Let me see! [ ha ha ha ... ] Whoa! Ha ha ha ... Ah, it's a sketch of the Queen suffering from forbidden love! It's talking about Her Majesty as "that Austrian woman"! Hey, let me see! Let me see! * AJL: pamphlets of tabloid nature
Oscar:	[ snatches paper: crunch! ]
Guards:	Ah!
< p.120 >
Guards:	Commander!
Oscar:	[ tears paper: rip rip rip ... ] [ hmpf! ] Return to your posts! From now on, anyone who's caught passing around these things will be arrested!
Guards:	[ run away ]
Oscar:	{{ The libelles ... Then, perhaps the rumors have reached the people already ... What I feared most has happened ... }}
< p.121 >
[ In the gardens of Versailles ]
Women:	Um, Her Majesty ... Oh my! So Her Majesty does show up wherever Fersen goes! That Austrian woman has brought disgrace to the French throne!
Antoinette:	[ stares at Fersen ] {{ Fersen ... Oh! I can't help wanting to run into your arms! All I can see is you ... Yet now we can't say a word to each other or meet when we want ... The woman known as "La Reine de France" (Queen of France) is falling apart from love ... piece by piece ... }}
< p.122 >
Fersen:	{{ This can't go on any longer ... I've got to do something ... }}
# After a long period of mourning for the late Charlotte, the Queen's weekly balls finally re-opened on Monday.
Oscar:	Rosalie, are you ready yet? The carriage is waiting outside.
Rosalie:	I'm ... coming! [ sees Oscar in dress uniform ] Oh my!
< p.123 >
Rosalie:	{{ Monsieur Oscar is wearing ... wearing her dress uniform!? Oh ... hmm, I wonder ... I wonder if she would dance with me tonight. Would Monsieur Oscar ... }} [ ta dum ta dum ]
[ At the ball ]
Women:	My God! Look! Monsieur Oscar is wearing her dress uniform! Oh my, you're right! She must be looking forward to dancing tonight! Urgh! I should have dressed up more!
< p.124 >
Antoinette:	Oscar, what brings you here tonight? For one who dislikes dancing and parties, you're even wearing a dress uniform! [ hee hee ] Would you dance with men? Or women?
Oscar:	As you wish, Your Majesty. [ offers hand to Antoinette ]
[ Rosalie stares in shock. ]
< p.125 >
[ Picture of Oscar dancing with Antoinette ]
< p.126 >
Women:	Well! Not only does Her Majesty keep Fersen for herself, she snatches Monsieur Oscar away from us! How dare she! Does she think we're fools? Shhh! Still, don't they look lovely?
Rosalie:	[ Ohhh! ] {{ Monsieur Oscar! }} [ sob ... ]
< p.127 >
[ Close-up shot of Oscar and Antoinette dancing ]
Rosalie:	{{ Rosalie, oh Rosalie! You fool! What did you expect? Didn't you know it'd be like this from the very beginning? }}
< p.128 >
Rosalie:	[ runs out of room ] {{ Monsieur Oscar ... Monsieur Oscar only has the Queen on her mind! Oh, must I give you up? }} [ slam! ] {{ Arghhh! But ... they look so beautiful together! Like a couple ... dancing in the bright rays of sunlight ... I should have known ... No matter how much I like her, I must let go of her. [ sob ... ] Monsieur Oscar ... }}
< p.129 >
Rosalie:	[ notices approaching footsteps ] André!
André:	Rosalie ... you poor thing ... I never knew ... But you'll be fine. After a few tears, you'll move on and find true love in another man someday. As for me ... my suffering is above yours, Rosalie. I can only watch in silence as another man steals Oscar's heart.
< p.130 >
Rosalie:	Monsieur Oscar's heart is stolen by another man?
André:	I'm hoping desperately that she would understand my feelings someday. But now I can only curse our class differences every day ... Perhaps for the rest of my life as well ...
Rosalie:	André ... [ clasps André's hands ] Oh ... I see. Perhaps Monsieur Oscar is all you see during all these years besides her. I never knew ... But ... I still feel lonely ... so lonely ...
< p.131 >
# At the time, in the isolated land of America across the Atlantic Ocean, the colonists, descendents to Puritans who left England on the Mayflower in 1620, were fighting for their independence from England. It was the American war of independence.
[ At Versailles ]
Women:	Um, I heard our France has sided with the Americans and will send troops in support. It looks like they've already started recruiting for volunteer soldiers.

< p.132 >
Rosalie:	{{ Oh dear! Troops to America ... It shouldn't have anything to do with Oscar, since she's a Palace Guard. Thank God! }}
[ In Antoinette's room ]
Polignac:	Your Majesty, don't look so dreary! It doesn't suit you. If it's about Count Fersen, there's really nothing you need to worry about. What's wrong with having a lover outside marriage? It's only natural in high society!
Antoinette:	Countess Polignac!
Polignac:	Fine, it's not something I'm proud of, but I do have a lover who is a friend of my husband. He's truly a comfort to me ... He means everything to me ...
< p.133 >
Polignac:	So, Lady Antoinette, be true to your heart. I'll help you in secret.
Antoinette:	Thanks, Countess Polignac.
Polignac:	Very well, Your Majesty. Tonight we'll sneak out to Paris for fun. Don't forget our promise!
Antoinette:	Of course I won't!
Polignac:	[ shuts door: bang! ] [ Phew! ] {{ Fersen ... the man is quite reserved ... and doesn't seem to have an ounce of greed or ambition. If Her Majesty becomes infatuated with him and starts to neglect affairs of the people and finances, we the Polignacs can do whatever we please! }}
< p.134 >
[ Polignac comes across Rosalie. ]
Rosalie:	[ runs away: rustle rustle ... ]
Polignac:	Wait! Please wait, Rosalie!
< p.135 >
Polignac:	I heard you refused to come to the house of Count Polignac.
Rosalie:	Why can't I? You have no right to tell me what to do!
Polignac:	Of course I do! I am your mother!
Rosalie:	You disgust me!
Polignac:	Ro- ... sa- ...
Rosalie:	Give Charlotte ... Charlotte ... back to me!
< p.136 >
Rosalie:	Give my sister back to me! Then I'll go to your house! Of course, it's not like you'd understand why she died anyway! [ runs away ]
Polignac:	Rosalieee! Oh ... Rosalie ...
< p.137 >
Rosalie:	{{ Why, oh why ... do her hands move me so ... Such gentle, pure hands ... graceful scent ... }}
Polignac:	{{ Back when I was just 15 ... I fell passionately in love with the last lord of the house of Valois, Baron Saint-Remy. I loved and trusted him with all my heart ... But I only found out about his affair with the maid Lamorliere when she gave birth to a daughter alone. }}
< p.138 >
Polignac:	{{ By then I was already carrying Rosalie ... Oh, what was I supposed to do? I wasn't married yet and had no relatives to turn to. What is a naive, pregnant girl to do! The woman who helped me and secretly took care of my child then was Lamorliere. I thought she'd have really hated me as her love's rival, but she cried and cried when she saw me. "Poor Missy," she said. Oh Rosalie ... Even after I married into the Polignacs and gave birth to Charlotte, there hasn't been a day that I didn't think about you. }}
< p.139 >
Polignac:	{{ Why ... wouldn't you ... forgive me? }}
[ At the Lamotte house ]
Rohan:	Miss Jeanne, have you been delivering my money and letters to Her Majesty? Honestly?
Jeanne:	Oh my! How could you say that, Monsieur Rohan! Haven't I been bringing Her Majesty's replies to you?
Rohan:	If it's, er, as you said ... then why is the tone in Her Majesty's letters so different from her attitude in person?
Jeanne:	Monsieur Rohan, Her Majesty said that four weeks from now, she'd like to meet with you secretly at night near the Grove of Venus in the gardens of Versailles. Do you still have any doubts?
Rohan:	What? You mean ... Her Majesty ... wants to see me secretly ... at night!?
< p.140 >
Nicholas:	Jeanne! Have you completely lost your mind? How could you tell that man the Queen promised to see him!
Jeanne:	[ pulls curtains aside: whish! ] Take a look, Nicholas.
[ A woman with similar looks to Antoinette appears. ]
Nicholas:	Oh my God! Your ... Your Majesty ... par- par- pardon me. [ plop! ] I am the one who's lost my wits!
Jeanne:	You idiot! Take a closer look!
< p.141 >
Jeanne:	Umm, this girl called Oliva is a prostitute in Paris. How's that? Don't you think anyone who sees her will think she looks like Her Majesty?
Nicholas:	[ shudder shudder shudder ]
[ Four weeks later ]
Oscar:	André, why don't you go to bed now? I've got night duty and won't come home until tomorrow morning.
André:	So late in the night? Let me keep you company!
[ in the bushes: psst psst whish whish ... ]
[ Jeanne drags Oliva out off the bushes: rustle rustle ... ]
< p.142 >
Jeanne:	Are we clear, Oliva? After that lord arrives, hand him the rose stem this way. Then tell him, "surely you would understand how I feel!"
Oliva:	Surely you would understand how I feel! * If I said that, you'd give me 15,000 livres of cash, right? * AJL: Historically, her words are, "You may now hope that the past will be forgotten." (See The Marriage of Figaro for ironic similarities)
Rohan:	[ sneaks out with Nicholas: rustle rustle... ]
Nicholas:	[ tap ... ] Well, here we are, Cardinal Rohan! Now be quiet! Shhh!
Rohan:	[ sees Oliva: Oh my! ]
Oliva:	[ shudder shudder ]
< p.143 >
Rohan:	Oh dear! Your Majesty looks especially lovely tonight! Thank you for coming out so far to see me! [ kneels on ground: plunk ... kiss kiss ... ]
Oliva:	[ Oh goodness! ] Um ... um ... surely you would understand how I feel! [ hands rose to Rohan: whish! ]
Rohan:	Is, is this rose for me? Oh dear, how happy I am!
Nicholas:	Oh no, there's someone coming! Please get up, Monsieur Rohan. Hurry!
Rohan:	[ Oh my! ]
Jeanne:	[ drags Oliva away: click clack ... ]
Nicholas:	[ drags Rohan away: stomp stomp .. ]
< p.144 >
Nicholas:	[ collides with Oscar: bang! ] Oh God! Commander!
Oscar:	And you in the back ... Cardinal Rohan! What's the matter, Your Eminence? Why are you out so late?
Rohan:	[ mouth covered by Nicholas: mumble ... ] Hmpf! How rude! Why, I ...
Nicholas:	Oh God ... Oh ... Heh uh-huh ... isn't the moonlight lovely! [ pulls Rohan away: drag drag ... ]
André:	What was that?
Oscar:	Darn it ... usually I'd retain people for further questioning, but here we're dealing with the head priest of the Palace. Cardinal Rohan can't be held.

< p.145 >
Rohan:	Oh my, Her Majesty ... met with me in Grove of Venus for a secret rendevous! I'll frame the rose and treasure it as an heirloom. [ points to garlands ] And these red roses ... are proof of Her Majesty's true feelings! Hmm ... in commemoration, they will be placed in the "Path of Roses" in my garden.
Jeanne:	[ tee hee ] What a fool!
# Afterwards ...
Jeanne:	Monsieur Rohan, Her Majesty was wondering whether you could provide 60,000 livres for the charities.
Rohan:	Why, of course! Sure!
Jeanne:	Monsieur Rohan, Her Majesty would like to borrow 100,000 francs.
Rohan:	Why, of course! My pleasure!
< p.146 >
Oscar:	[ gallop gallop gallop ... ] [ opens door: slam! ] Fersen! I heard you signed up for Marquise de La Fayette's volunteer troops to America! You can't be serious!
Fersen:	It's true, Oscar. I'll leave for America next week as Marquis de La Fayette's aide-de-camp.
Oscar:	Fersen!
< p.147 >
Oscar:	Fersen! America is at war! War spares no lives! Nothing at all! You won't know whether you can come back home alive!
Fersen:	I know. After all, I am a soldier. I wasn't thinking of going to America just for fun. [ looks up suddenly ] Oscar! Sorry ... I'm running away ... away from all of this! It's too late! If I stayed with Lady Antoinette any longer, she'd be trapped in endless scandals and fall into terrible danger! I'm only making her suffer more and more now ...
< p.148 >
Fersen:	If I stayed with her much longer, I could only reject her loving gaze ... and repress my burning desire ... giving away my youth piece by piece ... There's nothing I could do for her except to place myself thousands of miles away! Sorry, Oscar! Take care of ... Lady Antoinette ... for me!
Oscar:	Fersen ... oh God ...!
< p.149 >
[ At Versailles ]
Women:	My God! Is it true that Count Fersen volunteered for the troops to America? Oh dear, he'd be rejecting Her Majesty's kindness for the dangerous battlefield! Then ... do you suppose those rumors about Her Majesty aren't true? Yes, it seems like there's nothing between the two after all. Whoa! So there's nothing between Her Majesty and Count Fersen!
Rohan:	{{ Of course not! The man whom Her Majesty secretly loves is me! }}
Louis XVI:	So that young man will leave for America.
Antoinette:	Your Majesty ...
Louis XVI:	He's different from the other nobles, never fawning or seeking favors for himself. I consider him a good friend. What a pity ...
# During the last days before Fersen's departure, Marie Antoinette could not take her eyes off Fersen, and, when she looked at him, they were filled with tears. For a couple in love, it was a farewell of misery and despair.
< p.150 >
Messenger:
Here comes Count Hans Axel von Fersen, colonel of the Swedish light dragoon.
Fersen:	Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the Queen, I have come to say farewell. Tomorrow I shall leave for America.
Antoinette:	{{ Fer- ... sen ... Ohhh! In such times, other couples would be hugging and exchanging love vows ... sobbing endlessly and bidding farewells. But ... but ... I could only pray for your safety and bear my suffering alone ... }}
< p.151 >
Antoinette:	{{ I could only ... bear my suffering ... all alone! }}
# As aide-de-camp to Marquise de La Fayette, chief commander of the troops to America, Fersen finally sailed out from Brest on the 64-gun ship Jason. * Perhaps it was one of history's greatest ironies that Marquise de La Fayette would later become the chief commader of the revolutionaries in the French revolution. * AJL: There are a number of historical inaccuracies: 1. Fersen was aide-de-camp to General Rochambeau. 2. The Jason was a 16-gun ship. It is not clear which of the various 64-gun ships the author means. 3. Marquise de La Fayette, along with some young aristocrats, chartered boats to America.
Oscar:	{{ Splendid, Fersen ... For a man, there's nothing more noble than sacrificing himself for true love, that I know. Don't die, Fersen! Promise me you'll come back alive! Please come back alive! }}
< p.152 >
Messenger:	Here comes Her Majesty!
Antoinette:	Your Majesty, actually I came to express a grievance. A minister of yours has boldly kicked my stomach today.
Louis XVI:	Pardon?
Antoinette:	[ tee hee ... ]
Louis XVI:	Oh, you mean ...
< p.153 >
Louis XVI:	Do you mean ...
Antoinette:	You'll be thrilled! I'm finally carrying Your Majesty's child! The baby was just moving inside me!
Louis XVI:	Oh my!
[ In court: "Her Majesty is with child!" ]
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
Granny:	Lady Oscar! Her Majesty is with child!
Oscar:	What?
[ In Austria ]
Courtier:	Empress Maria Theresa! Her Majesty Marie Antoinette of France has announced that she is expecting!
< p.154 >
Maria Theresa:	My Antoinette? My Antoinette is finally with child? Oh ... my daughter will give France an heir! {{ How long I've waited for this! It's been my dream to see my daughter's son ascend to the French throne! Please, God, let her bear a prince! }}
# The Queen is with child! Soon the news spread through the entire Europe. The long-awaited, happy news seemed to have promoted Antoinette to her former popularity.
Oscar:	{{ Finally, Lady Antoinette will be a mother. }}
< p.155 >
Oscar:	{{ Then, perhaps she would be a bit more prudent about her amusements and spending. Oh dear, Lady Antoinette will be a mother! }}
# Following ancient customs, the Queen's labor took place in the company of about 50 courtiers of rank. It was a seven-hour long ordeal, stifling from pressing bodies and constant chatter from the crowd.
[ Antoinette in pain: Arghhhhh! ]
[ Nervous crowd: Uhhh ... ]

< p.156 >
[ wah ... oo-wah ... ]
Courtiers:	It's over! The baby is born! Is it a prince? How is Lady Antoinette's condition?
# To the disappointment of all the people and the entire court, a princess was born ... Madame Royale, Marie Thérèse of France. The name was derived from a French spelling of Maria Theresa, which Antoinette chose in honor of the woman she most respected.
< p.157 >
Servant:	Your Majesty, Boehmer the jeweler has arrived.
Boehmer:	Your Majesty, allow me to say a few words. I'd like to present to you a gorgeous diamond necklace.
Antoinette:	Diamond necklace?
Boehmer:	Actually, it was commissioned by the former King, Louis XV, as a gift for his mistress, Mme. de Dubarry. However, the order was not delivered due to his sudden death. [ opens jewel case ]
< p.158 >
Antoinette:	[ struck by the necklace's brilliance: Oh! ] Oh my! How splendid!
Boehmer:	Due to its high price, none of the royal families in Europe has yet to make a claim for it. At any rate, it is valued at 1.6 million livres. * * # About 19.2 billion Yen; AJL: exchange rate in 1970s
Antoinette:	1.6 million livres?
Boehmer:	Would you be interested, Your Majesty? The payment can be arranged in installments.
Antoinette:	Huh huh ... Oh dear ... I already own lots of diamonds ... And, frankly, I'd rather spend 1.6 million livres on two 60-gun ships!
< p.159 >
# At the time, Marie Antoinette could not have imagined that the necklace would be the cause of her tragic downfall years later.
[ Antoinette plays with Marie Thérèse. ]
Oscar:	Your Majesty, the general audience is about to begin. Please leave for the Hall of Mirrors.
< p.160 >
Marie Thérèse:	Don't go, Mama Reine! Sing another song for me!
Antoinette:	Sorry, Marie Thérèse. Mother is very busy now. Be a good girl, okay?
Marie Thérèse:	Nooo, Mama Reine! Arghhh!
Oscar:	Your Highness.
Marie Thérèse:	[ Arghhh! ] Oh Oscar, dear brother!
Oscar:	[ sigh ] {{ Oscar dear brother? Doesn't she know about me? }}
< p.161 >
Antoinette:	{{ A giant palace covered corner to corner with gold and silver engravings in cold marble ... A stifling life bound by etiquette and formality, day to day in front of the entire court ... Oh ... now is the time to break away from all this ... to surround myself with only those people I like ... and to live as I please ... }}
# Of the various palaces across the gardens of Versailles, the one Marie Antoinette most liked was the Petit Trianon. A wedding gift from Louis XVI, the villa was charming in its simplicity, housing only seven or eight rooms.
< p.162 >
Polignac:	You mean, Her Majesty has moved to the Petit Trianon and left His Majesty behind? {{ Well! How convenient things have turned out! Now that Her Majesty is isolated from court, I can do whatever I want! No one can stop me, not even that brat Oscar! }}
Antoinette:	Oh, I'll have a beautiful rustic garden around the Petit Trianon! And a water mill, farm house, and pond! Hmm, then I'll raise real ducks in the pond!
Oscar:	Nooo!
< p.163 >
Oscar:	Don't do it, Your Majesty. As the Queen, Your Majesty must not abandon court and politics, no matter how tedious they seem. It's betrayal against the French people! Please stay in the Palace of Versailles! Think of the people's happiness rather than your own pleasures! It's your duty!
Polignac:	Come on, Your Majesty! Let's go now!
Antoinette:	All right.
Oscar:	Please wait, Your Majesty! Your Majesty!
< p.164 >
Antoinette:	{{ Oscar ... I wonder why she always objects to my amusements. I truly liked her ... and was thinking she'd come to the Petit Trianon with me ... }}
Oscar:	{{ Lady Antoinette ... }}
[ At court ]
Women:	You mean, Lady Antoinette has gone to the Petit Trianon? She abandoned Versailles for that? I heard only Countess Polignac and the few she likes are allowed to visit! How insulting! Well, then what does she think we are? We are ladies of august lineage!
< p.165 >
Courtiers:	She's making a fool of us! No one will attend such a silly court any more! Hmpf! This is it! I'm leaving even if she begs me!
[ In Austria ]
Maria Theresa:	{{ Antoinette, my Antoinette! How foolish you are! How could you forget your own rank and duties! What a silly child! Now you'll fall into terrible misfortune for sure! When the time comes, it'll be too late for your regrets, Antoinette! When will you see the truth? [ Oh ... breathless ... ] }}
< p.166 >
Maid:	Arghhh! Empress!
Joseph:	Mother! What happened, Mother?
Maria Theresa:	{{ I ... don't want to see you fall into misfortune, dear child! }}
# On November 29, 1780, Maria Theresa, Empress of Austria, was failing due to inflammation of the lungs!
Maria Theresa:	[ huff huff ]
Joseph:	Mother! Are you in pain, Mother?
Maria Theresa:	[ huff ] Oh ... Joseph ... Heh heh ... wouldn't it be good to die now ...
< p.167 >
Maria Theresa:	{{ Oh God ... it seems like my wish to see my daughter's son rise to the French throne won't come true .... But please guard my dearest Antoinettte ... I don't want to see her laid low by misfortune for her follies ... I beg you ... }} God bless you, my dear children ... Leopold, Grand Duke of Tuscany ... Maria Christina, Duchess of Saxe-Teschen ... Amelia, Duchess of Parma ... Maria Carolina, Queen of Naples ...
< p.168 >
Maria Theresa:	And ... Marie Antoinette, Queen of France! [ plop! ]
< p.169 >
Crowd:	Empress! Empress Maria Theresa!
# While a woman, Maria Theresa had fought through numerous wars, built schools for the poor, lowered taxes, and valued pure talent over lineage for assignments. Like a goddess, the Empress was revered and loved by the people of grand Austria. Her 63 years of greatness had come to an end.
# As she said 10 years ago, Maria Theresa feared for the safety of her favorite daughter Marie Antoinette till her last breath.
[ At Versailles ]
Antoinette:	Mother ...! [ collapses ]
Women:	Lady Antoinette! Your Majesty! Lady Antoinette!

< p.170 >
Mercy:	Here. Write a letter of condolence to your brother, Emperor of Austria.
Antoinette:	[ hand trembles as she writes ] [ tears fall onto paper: drip! ] Oh ... oh, I can't! I can't see what I'm writing!
< p.171 >
Antoinette:	{{ Mother! Mother! Mo- therrrrr! }} [ sob ... ]
# In the darkness ... the footsteps of history had secretly crept up to the young Queen, who had lost her most fervent supporter ... forever ....
< p.172 >
# In 1781, Queen Marie Antoinette was again with child. At 1:15 p.m., October 22, her second child was born in peace. The prince that her late mother, Maria Theresa, had longed to see was finally born!
Courtiers:	[ Yay! Hooray! ] It's a prince! We finally have an heir to the throne! Vive la France! Vive la Reine! Vive le Roi!
Oscar:	Well! Fire 101 shots in congratulations!
< p.173 >
[ bang! bang! bang! ]
# While the entire court celebrated wildly for weeks, the people scrambled for bread and starved.
[ At the Lamotte house ]
Jeanne:	[ gulp! ]
Boehmer:	Well, I'll be frank. I would like Her Majesty to buy this necklace from me.
< p.174 >
Boehmer:	And, Lady Jeanne, since you're quite close to Her Majesty, I was wondering if you could put in a good word for me.
Jeanne:	{{ What a dazzling beauty! Just the red rays alone make me dizzy! If all of this necklace could be mine ... Oh my! ... I could live in luxury and amusements for the rest of my life! Never have I seen a fortune so vast until now ... I want the necklace ... I must have it ... whatever it takes ... at all costs ... Do it, Jeanne! }}
< p.175 >
Jeanne:	You see, Monsieur Rohan, Her Majesty really wanted to have the necklace, but the King wouldn't agree to it. So she was thinking about buying it secretly on her own and paying in installments.
Rohan:	[ uh-huh uh-huh ]
Jeanne:	But then she would need a discreet person with excellent character, status, and fortune to act as her guarantor.
Rohan:	[ ta dum ta dum ] So ... does she mean ...
Jeanne:	[ Yes! ] Why, that's it! Of course! Her Majesty would very much like Monsieur Rohan to act as her guarantor. She has great faith in you!
< p.176 >
Jeanne:	[ hee hee ... ] There are many others whom Her Majesty could have asked, but she asked for you in particular! What a great honor it is!
Rohan:	[ hmm ... umm ... hmm ... ] Very well! [ taps chest: bong! ] I will be Her Majesty's guarantor!
Jeanne:	Ohhh! {{ Yes! I did it! A necklace worth 1.6 million livres ...* Everything I've dreamed of and yearned for, my biggest ambition! }} * # 19.2 billion Yen; AJL: exchange rate in 1970s
< p.177 >
# [ writing on contract ] The cost of 1.6 million livres shall be paid in installments of 400,000 livres every six months and in full within two years. The undersigned agrees to the contract herein: Marie Antoinette of France.
Rohan:	Guarantor ... Louis de Rohan! Well! Miss Jeanne, please be sure to hand this necklace to Her Majesty. Here is the contract.
Jeanne:	[ ta dum ta dum ]
Rohan:	Don't forget to remind Her Majesty to pay the first bill of 400,000 livres!
Jeanne:	Yes, of course! Of course!
[ Rohan leaves. ]
[ door closes: clang! ]
< p.178 >
Jeanne:	[ click clack ...] [ slam! ] Nicholas! Rétaux! The necklace is finally in our hands! Come on, let's split it!
Nicholas and Rétaux:	[ Yay! ]
Jeanne:	Nicholas, leave for England now and sell off the diamonds! And you, Rétaux, run away to Switzerland! I'll stay in Paris so Cardinal Rohan won't start to suspect things! All right?
< p.179 >
# Having left behind her duties and boredom of the court, the Queen enjoyed her new life at the charming Petit Trianon, spending days with her two lovely children, Mme. de Polignac, and the few nobles she liked. Marie Antoinette was now at the peak of her happiness. The only thing lingering in her mind was Fersen's safety in the distant battlefield of America.
< p.180 >
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
André:	Oscar! [ slam! ] Have you heard? England has recognized the American independence!
Oscar:	Oh my! So, has the war of American independence ended?
André:	The troops have already started to come home! I heard the treaty negotiations will be held at Versailles!
< p.181 >
# On November 29, 1783, the Treaty of Versailles was established! At Versailles, England acknowledged the independence of the United States of America, thereby announcing the end of the war of American independence.
Antoinette:	{{ Fersen! Fersen will come back from America! He'll be back! }}
[ At the Jarjayes house ]
Oscar:	[ pacing in room: tap tap ... tap tap ]

< p.182 >
Oscar:	[ anxious ] {{ Why? Most of the French troops have returned already. But why isn't Fersen back yet? Why? }} [ slams hand against vase: clang! ]
Rosalie:	[ My God! ] Monsieur Oscar, your hand!
Oscar:	{{ He isn't in any of the notices of death. }}
< p.183 >
Oscar:	{{ But if he's alive, he should have been back by now. What happened to you, Fersen? }}
[ At the tavern ]
Oscar:	[ slams glass on table: bang! ]
André:	That's enough, Oscar! After all, you're a woman. You can't drink that much!
< p.184 >
André:	Gosh, if Granny found out I had brought you to such a tavern, she'd kill me! [ shudder ]
Oscar:	André, what's wrong with me coming to the same place as you do? Listen, both you and I are humans! We're the same! Those class differences are bullshit!
André:	[ grin ]
Men:	[ ha ha ha ... ]
Oscar:	What's so funny, André? [ slams glass: bang! ]
André:	Er, nothing!
Men:	Hey, brother! You don't seem to be in a good mood! Have a drink with us!
< p.185 >
[ Oscar looks up. ]
Men:	Whoa! Come over! We have a handsome fellow here! Enough to make Zeus drool! Hey folks, come take a look! You must be a minor officer to come to a place like this! But still, wow! Not even Narcissus has a face as pretty as yours! Lemme see, brother! You don't look like you've had any women, have ya? Probably had a fight with his woman and felt rotten. Things aren't so good these days, aren't they. [ ha ha ha ... ] Come on, have a sip! Drink, brother!
André:	St- Stop it, guys!
Men:	Hey, you aren't having fun!
Oscar:	[ throws chair: bang! ]
< p.186 >
Men:	[ watches their pal slammed against the wall: ha ha ha ... whoa! ... ] What? Who did ya think you are, bastard? Ha ha ha ... Spunky, isn't he!
Oscar:	[ kicks table over: crash! splat! ]
Men:	[ Arghhh! ]
Oscar:	What handsome fellow? Bullcrap! Try getting an inch near me, and I'll smash you to the ground!
< p.187 >
Robespierre:	So you're showing off again tonight, eh? My handsome Palace Guard.
Oscar:	[ jump! ] Maxmilien de Robespierre!
Robespierre:	That's me! Don't we just keep running into each other since Arras? Maxmilien de Robespierre is now a lawyer in the Parlement de Paris.
Bernard:	Palace Guard officer? He's the Queen's dog!
Robespierre:	Guess so. Calm down, Bernard Châtelet.
< p.188 >
Men:	He's a Palace Guard officer! An aristocrat! What the hell is he doing here? Drag that aristocrat out and beat the crap out of him!
Oscar:	Try it if you dare! I just happened to be in a very bad mood!
André:	Argh! Stop it, Oscar!
Men:	Kill the aristocrat! Do you even know what we've been eating every day?
André:	Run, Oscar!
Men:	You're an aristocrat too, eh?
Oscar:	[ punch! wham! punch! ]
< p.189 >
[ crunch! punch! crash! ]
Shopkeeper:	Arghhh, my store is falling apart! Mommy!
Robespierre:	Bernard, you've come across some juicy story. "Aristocrat officer makes a big rumble at the tavern!" Your newspaper will definitely sell out tomorrow.
Oscar:	[ gets hit in the head: wham! ] Bastard!
< p.190 >
Oscar:	[ punch! ] Fersen you bastard! Go to hell!
Men:	Arghhh! Yikes!
André:	Oscar!? [ gets punched in the face: bam! ] Argh! Aw aw aw!
[ The fight continues. Exhausted, Oscar and André fall to the floor. ]
André:	[ Aw aw ... ] Ou- ouch! [ gets up and notices Oscar ]
< p.191 >
André:	Oscar? [ slap slap ] Oscar! Are you there, Oscar? Gosh, you're really too impulsive. [ slings Oscar across shoulder ] Luckily no one found out you're a woman. [ reaches hand into jacket ] Eh, let's get a carriage. Whaaat? Damn it! Those bastards took my wallet! {{ Oscar, poor thing ... How you must suffer. No matter how you try to hide it, you're still a woman ... Sometimes ... it's too much for one to bear her deepest pains alone ... }}
< p.192 >
André:	[ kisses Oscar ] Ah, the stars are so pretty. Let me carry you like this till dawn.
[ Tears roll down Oscar's cheeks. ]
< pp.193-4: images of Oscar and Antoinette >

END OF PART 2

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CHAPTER 3: Forbidden Love-- Part 2 --

CHAPTER 3: Forbidden Love

-- Part 2 --