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THE KENYON REVIEW
Vol. XVII SUMMER, I1955 No. 3
Francis Fergusson
DON PERLIMPLIN:
LORCA'S THEATRE-POETRY
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see Belisa on her balcony across the way, very lightly clad. Don
Perlimplin gets the point of this vision: Belisa is white inside, like
sugar, he says; would she strangle me? Belisa's mother appears,
and between her and Marcolfa Don Perlimplin finds himself be-
trothed to Belisa. The mother is one of those terrible cold-hearted
i8th Century duennas; she reminds her daughter with speed and
clarity that money is the foundation of happiness, and Don Per-
limplin has money. The scene ends with Don Perlimplin firmly
committed, and trembling with a mixture of terror and delight,
like a boy when the possibilities of sex first touch him.
The second scene shows Don Perlimplin's bedroom on the
wed(liing night. In the middle of the stage is a huge ornate bed,
an(d there are six doors, one to the rest of the house, the others
giving onto five balconies. First we see Don Perlimplin, mag-
nificently dressed, receiving final instructions from Marcolfa.
They disappear and Belisa enters in ruffled negligee, singing to
offstage guitar music. After a brief scene between her and Don
Perlimplin-who says that she is like a wave of the sea-two
sprites draw a grey curtain across the stage, concealing Don Per-
limplin, Belisa and the bed. These sprites giggle and chatter with
the inhuman merriment of little girls of twelve or thirteen, say-
bright-eyed, heartless, knowing little creatures, as children are
when they are full of shrewd curiosity but not yet seasoned by
any human experience. Presently they open the curtain and de-
part. Stage and bed are flooded with bright sunlight coming
through the five opened doors to the balconies, the iron church-
bells of the city are banging for matins, and Don Perlimplin is
sitting up in bed beside the sleeping Belisa, with a great pair of
horns on his head, decorated with flowers. Belisa, when she lazily
wakes, admits nothing, but Don Perlimplin sees five hats under
the five balconies which show that five men have visited her
during the night. Lorca has thus exaggerated the farcical situa-
tion of the old man and his young wife; but the combination of
bright light, loud iron bells, and big ornate horns adds pity and
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terror to the scene. When Belisa wanders off to get dressed, Don
Perlimplin is left sitting alone on the edge of the bed, and he
sings a beautiful lyric on the theme that love has mortally
wounded him.
The third scene shows Don Perlimplin and Marcolfa. Mar-
colfa is deeply ashamed for her master, and moreover she reports
that Belisa has already become infatuated with a sixth man. Don
Perlimplin is delighted to hear it. He tells the weeping Marcolfa
that she understands nothing, and brusquely sends her away.
Belisa enters dreamily, mulling over the new young man, whom
she has seen, from whom she has received letters, but whom she
has never talked to. Don Perlimplin catches her in this day-
dreaming, tells her that he understands everything, that (being
old) he is beyond mortal life and its ridiculous customs, and that
he will sacrifice himself for her and her new love.
The final scene is Belisa's rendezvous with the young man,
in the garden, at night. First we see Don Perlimplin and Mar-
colfa, she more grieved than ever, Don Perlimplin more crazily
inspired. He tells Marcolfa that tomorrow she will be free, and
that then she will understand everything; this bit feels like a
farewell. When they go we hear offstage singing, and Belisa
enters in her most glamorous finery. She sings a serenade in
alternation with the offstage voices. Don Perlimplin meets her,
and assures himself that she loves the young man better than she
has ever loved before, better than her own body. He tells her that
in order that she may have the young man forever, he will kill
him-and he runs off, drawing his dagger. Belisa yells for a
sword to kill Don Perlimplin: but at that moment the young
man, his head wrapped in a scarlet cape, a dagger in his breast,
staggers in mortally wounded. Belisa pulls off the cape, revealing
Don Perlimplin, who dies. He has just time to explain that this
was the triumph of his imagination; he had made Belisa fall in
love with the lover he invented. So he gave her a new and deeper
knowledge of love, made a new woman of her, as Marcolfa ex-
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