(Pierre runs into Anatole on the street. Pierre is drunk, Anatole in a hurry.)[PIERRE]Ah, Anatole! Where are you off too?[ANATOLE]Pierre, good manTonight I go away, on an adventureYou'll not be seeing me for some timeI've found a new pleasureAnd I'm taking her awayI'll send you a letter from Poland[PIERRE]Ha! An elopement!Fool, you are married already![ANATOLE]Don't talk to me of that!I will not deprive myself of this one!Tonight! I take her tonight!Lend me fifty rubles?[PIERRE]Ah, that's a true sageLiving in the momentWhat I wouldn't give to be like him![DOLOKHOV]The plan for Natalie Rostova's abductionHad all been arranged and the preparations madeOn the day that Sonya decided to save herThat was the day that the game was to be playedNatasha was to be on her back porch at tenAnatole and his troika would scoop her up and thenThey'd ride forty miles to the village of KamenkaWhere an unfrocked priest was to make 'em get wedThen back into the troika off they'd goTake the Poland highroad to the wedding bed[ANATOLE]Passports, horses, ten thousand rubles I have taken from my sisterAnd another ten thousand raised with Dolokhov's help[DOLOKHOV]We were gathered in my study drinking up some teaJust Anatole, the two wedding witnesses, and meAn abacus and paper money strewn on the deskPersian rugs and bearskins hanging grotesqueAnatole was walking with his uniform unbuttonedWalking to and froTo and froTo and fro[ANATOLE & DOLOKHOV]To and froTo and froTo and froTo and fro[DOLOKHOV]Now wait!You better justGive it up nowWhy dontcha while there's still time!You'd really better drop it allGive it up now!While there's still time!Do you know?[ANATOLE]What, teasing again?Fool don't talk nonsense!Go to the devil! Eh?Really this is no time for your stupid jokes[DOLOKHOV]I am not joking, I am talking senseThis is serious business, a dangerous businessCome here, come here, come here Anatole!Why would I joke about it?Me of all peopleWho found the priest, raised the money, got the passports, got the horses?[ANATOLE]And well I thank you for itDo you think I am not grateful?[DOLOKHOV]And now you'll carry her away but will they let it stop there?You haven't thought this through or do you just don't care?Now listen to me tell it to you one last timeThey will take you to the court and convict you for your crimeAlready married and you're playing with a little girlDon't you know, don't you think, don't you know?[ANATOLE]Nonsense, nonsense!I'm scowling and grimacingDidn't I explain it to you, didn't I, what?[DOLOKHOV]And here AnatoleWith the stubborn attachment small-minded people haveFor conclusions they've worked out for themselvesRepeated his argument to me for the hundredth time[ANATOLE]If this marriage isn't validThen I'm off the hookBut if it is valid, it really doesn't matter!No one abroad is gonna know a thing about itIsn't that so now don't you know?Don't talk to me, don't don't what whatAh go to hell nowI'm clutching my hair!It's the very devil!Here, feel how it beats!(He presses Dolokhov's hand to his heart. A light comes up on Natasha across the room.)Ah ma chere, ma chereQuel pied, quel regard!What a foot she has, what a glance!A goddess!And my handsome lipsMutter something tender to myselfIt's time!It's time!Now then! Nearly ready? You're dawdling!The driver is hereThe driver is hereBalaga is here!
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