The Goddess of Reason: A Drama in Five Acts — Key Ideas to Explore

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Johnston, Mary, 1870-1936 Project Gutenberg 2016 Not confirmed
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Mary Johnston's 1907 verse drama follows the French Revolution from 1791 to 1794, centering on the symbolic crowning of a Goddess of Reason in Nantes. The excerpts reveal a play of stark contrasts—aristocratic gardens versus revolutionary squares, religious iconoclasm versus new cults—and a voice that shifts from lyrical description to theatrical spectacle.
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, Like cooing doves they fluttered from our hands!

_Our tribute take, last of a noble line!_

Women! There will come no more such women!

_The laurel and the empress rose we twine._

And Henri’s gone! And now his cousin reigns,— René de Vardes that hath been years away! The King is dead. Well, well, long live the King! They say he’s brave as Crillon, handsome too, With that _bel air_ that no De Vardes’s without!

_Enter_ MME. DE VAUCOURT _followed by the_ ABBÉ JEAN DE BARBASAN.

MME. DE VAUCOURT (_with outspread hands_)

You’ve heard? Last night they strove to burn Morbec!

Ah, I am vexed. Messieurs, mesdames, the Baron of Morbec Silence enjoined, or the tale I’d have told! The abbé is so bold—

De Buc’s so proud! And just because he brought us help from Vannes! The red Hussars to hive the bees again!

The seigneur and his peasants are at odds?

COUNT LOUIS (_complacently_)

Henri was hated! Hate descends With the land.

There is a girl of these parts—

She plays the firebrand.

She hath The loveliest face!

I am unscathed. De Vardes is slightly wounded!

Morbleu! And how did it happen, Monsieur l’Abbé?

Behold us at our ease in the great hall, De Vardes and I, a-musing o’er piquet! Voltaire beside us, for we read “Alzire,” A wine as well, more suave than any verse; A still and starlit night, soft, fair, and warm; Wax-lights, and roses in a china bowl. He laid aside his sword and I my cap, All tranquilly at home, the Two Estates! He held carte blanche, I followed with quatorze. The roses sweetly smelled, the candles burned, At peace we were with nature and mankind.— A crash of painted glass! a whirling stone! A candle out! the roses all o’erturned! The thunder of a log against our doors! A clattering of sabots! a sudden shout! _Morbec, Morbec, it is thy Judgment Night! Admission, admission, Aristocrats!_ Red turns the night, the servants all rush in. _Sieur! Sieur!_ the lackeys moan and wring their hands. _Give, give!_ the terrace croaks. _Burn, Morbec, burn!_ The great bell swings in the windy tower Till the wolves in the forest pause to hear. _Fall, Morbec, fall! France has no need of thee!_ Upsprings a rosy light! a smell of smoke! Mischief’s afoot! The Baron of Morbec Lays down his cards and takes his rapier up, Hums _Le Sein de sa Famille_, shuts _Alzire_, Resignedly rises—

COUNT LOUIS (_rubbing his hands_)

Expresses regret That monsieur his guest—

Should be incommoded And turns to the door. I levy the tongs. The seneschal Grégoire hauls from the wall An ancient arquebus! The lackeys wail, And nothing do, as is the lackey’s wont! Again the peasants thunder at the door! _Open, De Vardes! Oh, hated of all names! The new is as the old! Death to De Vardes!_ The log strikes full, and now a panel breaks; In comes a hand that brandishes a pike; A voice behind, _We’ve come to sup with thee! For thou hast bread and we have none, De Vardes!_

Ha, ha! ha, ha! ha, ha!

I like calmness myself. Calm of the sea, Calm skies, the calm spring, and calmness of mind! A tempest’s plebeian! So I admired René de Vardes when he walked to the door And opened it! Behold the whole wolf pack, As lean as ‘twere winter! canaille all! Sans-culottes and tatterdemalions, Mere dust of the field and sand of the shore; Humanity’s shreds would follow the mode, And burn the château of their rightful lord! De Vardes’ peasants in fine. _Mort aux tyrans! À bas Aristocrat! Vive la patrie! Vive la Révolution!_ In they pressed, Gaunt, haggard, and shrill, and full in the front— Young and fair, conceive! dark-eyed and red-lipped— A fury, a mænad, a girl called—

So they named her, the peasants of Morbec, Named and applauded the dark-eyed besom! When, De Vardes’ drawn rapier just touching Her breast-knot of blue as she stood in his path, Up went her brown hand, armed with a sickle!— De Vardes is a known fencer,—‘tis lucky! His wound is not deep, and in the left arm!

She may hang for that! How high I forget The gallows should be—

COUNT LOUIS (_offering his snuff-box_)

Monsieur le Vidame, Thirty feet, I believe!

No! It was the left arm.

The play opens in the summer of 1791 on the terrace of the Château of Morbec in Brittany, a setting described with deliberate pastoral calm: a formal garden, a stone balustrade, a distant view of the sea. Yet the stage is littered with “stones, broken cudgels, rusty and uncouth weapons”—a visual hint of the violence that has already touched this world. The first character to speak, Rémond Lalain, wears a riding dress with a tricolour cockade, immediately marking him as a figure of the new order. The stage directions, unusually detailed for a drama, give equal weight to natural beauty and political tension, establishing a pattern of juxtaposition that runs through the entire work.

A Drama of Contrasting Spaces

The five acts are set in sharply different locations, each carrying symbolic weight. Act I takes place at the château, a world of inherited privilege with its “great arched doors” and “perspective of garden alleys.” Act II moves to the garden of a convent in Nantes, a liminal space between religious seclusion and the encroaching city. Act III is a public square, where the crowd becomes a character. Act IV turns a church into a prison, and Act V shifts between a judgment hall and the banks of the Loire. This progression from private estate to public square to site of execution mirrors the revolution’s trajectory, though the excerpts do not reveal whether the movement is linear or cyclical.

The Voice of the Crowd and the Individual

Johnston gives the crowd multiple voices—shouts, songs, and chanted slogans—while individual characters speak in verse. The crowd’s lines are short, repetitive, and often exclamatory: “Vive Robespierre!” “Vive la Guillotine!” “Vive les noyades!” By contrast, characters like De Vardes and Lalain deliver longer speeches in a more formal, sometimes archaic diction. De Vardes’s interjections—“Cold / Are thy baths, O Apollo!”—are ironic and literary, while Lalain’s oration to the Goddess of Reason is a set-piece of revolutionary rhetoric, complete with invocations to “O Mother Nature” and “supernal Reason.” The play thus stages a tension between collective energy and individual expression, though the excerpts do not show how this conflict resolves.

Religious Imagery and Its Subversion

The excerpts repeatedly invoke religious language and iconography, only to redirect them toward revolutionary ends. The crowd’s float carries busts of Voltaire, Rousseau, Franklin, and Robespierre—a secular pantheon. The Goddess of Reason is dressed in a white tunic and blue mantle, a deliberate echo of Marian imagery, and is worshipped with incense and censers. Yet the same procession includes a miniature guillotine and a tumbril heaped with “broken images, crucifixes, candelabra, chalices.” The play’s title itself, The Goddess of Reason, points to the revolutionary Cult of Reason, but the excerpts suggest that Johnston is interested in the theatricality of this new religion—its processions, costumes, and staged ecstasies—as much as in its ideological content.

The Role of the Spectator

Throughout the excerpts, characters frequently watch and comment on events as if they were spectators at a play. De Vardes observes the revolutionary procession from the church steps, muttering asides. Lalain, too, watches from a distance, planning his next move. The crowd itself is both participant and audience, cheering and singing. This self-conscious theatricality is reinforced by the inclusion of actors from the Theatre of Nantes, who appear “dressed as for the stage” and are announced by name. The play thus invites readers to consider how revolutions are performed—how symbols are staged, how crowds are directed, and how individuals become both actors and witnesses. The excerpts do not reveal whether this metatheatrical frame is sustained throughout the drama.

Readers approaching The Goddess of Reason for the first time should attend to the interplay between stage directions and dialogue. Johnston’s directions are unusually vivid, often carrying as much dramatic weight as the spoken lines. The play’s verse varies between formal declamation and colloquial interruption; noting these shifts can help track the power dynamics between characters. Because the excerpts are drawn from the first three acts, the final acts—set in a judgment hall and on the banks of the Loire—remain largely unknown. The play’s structure suggests a movement toward judgment and execution, but the precise fates of the central figures are not indicated in the available text.

Years between them, though they whisper the same truth—one finds a nation crowning Reason to quiet its storms, the other a woman stepping into her own quiet sea. Both are searching for some doorway out of the self. I think of The Lady from the Sea — A Closer Reading whenever I close Johnston’s garden gates. Different tides, same longing.

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