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 "Is Mother Courage and Her Children a historical play?" (Topic) 

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ACK..'fOWLEDGMENT I have been at work on the translating of Mother Courage since 1950. I have aclmowledged the help I received in making the first two versions of it that I brought out. For this, the complete text, I received further help and counsel from Dr. Hugo Schmidt. Mother Courage and her Children Characters MOTHER COURAGE her dumb daughter her elder son SWISS CHEESE, her younger SOn KATTRIN, EILIF, RECRUITING OFFICER SERGEANT COOK SWEDISH COMMANDER CHAPLAIN ORDNANCE OFFICER YVETTE POTTIER MAN WITH THE BANDAGE ANOTHER SERGEANT OLD COLONEL CLERK YOUNG SOLDIER OLDER SOLDIER PEASANT PEASANT WOMAN YOUNG MAN OLD WOMAN ANOTHER PEASANT ANOTHER PEASANT WOMAN YOUNG PEASANT LIEUTENANT VOICE Photographs by Martha Holmes 1 SPRING, 1624. IN DALARNA, THE SWEDISH COMMANDER OXENSTIERNA IS RECRUITING FOR TilE CAMPAIGN IN POLAND. THE CANTEEN WOMAN ANNA FIERLING, COMMONLY KNO"WN AS MOTHER COURAGE, LOSES A SON. Highway outside a town. A SERGEANT and a RECRUITING OFFICER stand shivering. THE RECRUITING OFFICER: How the hell can you line up a squadron in a place like this? You know what I keep thinking about, Sergeant? Suicide. I'm supposed to knock four platoons together by the twelfth-four platoons the Chief's asking for! And they're so friendly around here, I'm scared to go to sleep at night. Suppose I do get my hands on some character and squint at him so I don't notice he's pigeon-chested and has varicose veins. I get him drunk and relaxed, he signs on the dotted line. I pay for the drinks, he steps outside for a minute. I have a hunch I should follow him to the door, and am I right? Away he's gone like a louse from a scratch. You can't take a man's word any more, Sergeant. There's no loyalty left in the world, no rmst, no faith, no sense of honor. I'm losing my confidence in mankind, Sergeant. TIIE SERGEANT: What they could use around here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? you know what the trouble with peace is? No organization. And when do you get organization? In a war. Peace is one big waste of equipment. Anything goes, no one gives a damn. See the way they eat? Cheese on pumpernickel, bacon on the cheese? Dis- I4 I MOTHER COURAGE AND HER CHILDREN ~1 gusting! How many horses have they got in this town? How many young men? Nobody knows! They haven't bothered to count 'em! That's peace for you! I've been in places where they haven't had a war for seventy years and you know what? The people haven't even been given names! They don't know who they are! It takes a war to fix that. In a war, everyone registers, everyone's name's on a list. Their shoes are stacked, their corn's in the bag, you count it all up--cattle, men, et cetera-and you take it away! That's the story: no organization, no war! THE RECRUITING OFFICER: It's the God's truth. THE SERGEANT: Of course, a war's like any good deal: hard to get going. But when it does get moving, it's a pisser, and they're all scared of peace, like a dice player who can't stop-'cause when peace comes they have to pay up. Of course, until it gets going, they're just as scared of war, it's such a novelty! THE RECRUITING OFFICER: Hey, look, here's a canteen wagon. Two women and a couple of fellows. Stop the old lady, Sergeant. And if there's nothing doing this time, you won't catch me freezing my ass in the April wind any longer. A harmonica is heard. A canteen wagon rolls on, drawn by two young fellows. MOTHER coURAGE is sitting on it with her dumb daughter, KATTRIN. MOTHER couRAGE: A good day to you, Sergeant! THE SERGEANT (barring the way): Good day to you! Who d'you think you are? MOTHER COURAGE: Tradespeople. She sings: Stop all the troops: here's Mother Courage! Hey, Captain, let them come and buy! Scene One I I 5 For they can get from Mother Courage Boots they will march in till they die! Your marching men do not adore you (Packs on their backs, lice in their hair) But it's to death they're marching for you And so they need good boots to wear! Christians, awake! Winter is gone! The snows depart! Dead men sleep on! Let all of you who still survive Get out of bed and look alive! Your men will walk till they are dead, sir, But cannot fight, sir, unless they eat., The blood they spill for you is red, sir, What fires that blood, sir, is my red meat. Cannon is rough on empty bellies: First with my meat they should be cranrmed. Then let them go and find where hell is And give my greetings to the damned! Christians, awake! Winter is gone! The snows depart! Dead men sleep on! Let all of you who still survive Get out of bed and look alive! THE SERGEANT: Halt! Where are you from, rifl'raff? EILIF: Second Finnish Regiment! THE SERGEANT: Where are your papers? MOTHER coURAGE: Papers? swrss CHEESE: But this is Mother Courage! THE SERGEANT: Never heard of her. Where'd she get a name like that? MOTHER COURAGE: They call me Mother Courage 'cause I was afraid I'd be ruined, so I drove through the bombardment of Riga like a madwoman, with fifty loaves of Scene One I 17 I6 I MOTHER COURAGE AND HER CHILDREN bread in my can. They were going moldy, what else could I do? THE SERGEANT: No funny business! Where are your papers? MOTHER coURAGE (rummaging·among papers in a tin box and clambering down from her wagon): Here, Sergeant! Here's a missal-! got it in Altotting to wrap my cucumbers in. Here's a map of Moravia-God knows if I'll ever get there-the birds can have it if I don't. And here's a document saying my horse hasn't got hoof and mouth disease-pity he died on us, he cost fifteen guilders, thaulr God I didn't pay it. Is that enough paper? THE SERGEANT: Are you pulling my leg? Well, you've got ~other guess coming. You need a license and you know lt. MOTHER coURAGE: Show a little respect for a lady and don't go telling these grown children of mine I'm pulling anything of yours. What would I want with you? My license in the Second Protestant Regiment is an honest face. If you wouldn't know how to read it, that's not my fault, I want no rubber stamp on it anyhow. THE RECRUITING OFFICER: Sergeant, we have a case of insubordination on our hands. Do you know what we need in the army? Discipline! MOTHER couRAGE: I was going to say sausages. THE SERGEANT: Name? MOTHER couRAGE: Anna Fierliog. THE SERGEANT: So you're all Fierlings. MOTHER couRAGE: I was talking about me. THE SERGEANT: And I was talking about your children. MOTHER COURAGE: Musf they all have the same name? (Pointing to the elder son:) This fellow, for instance, I call him Eilif Noyocki. Why? He got the name from his father who told me he was called Koyocki. Or was it Moyocki? Anyhow, the lad remembers him to this day. Only the man he remembers is someone else, a Frenchman with a pointed beard. But he cenainly has his father's brains -that man could whip the breeches off a farmer's backside before he could turn around. So we all have our own names. THE SERGEANT: You're all called something different? MOTHER coURAGE: Are you pretending you don't understand? THE sERGEANT (pointing at the younger son): He's Chinese, I suppose. MOTHER COURAGE: Wrong again. Swiss. THE SERGEANT: After the Frenchman? MOTHER coURAGE: Frenchman? What Frenchman? Don't confuse the issue, Sergeant, or we'll be here all day. He's Swiss, but he happens to be called F eyos, a name that has nothing to do with his father, who was called something else-a military engineer, if you please, and a druulrard .. swiss CHEESE nods, beaming; even KATTRIN smiles. THE SERGEANT: Then how come his name's Feyos? MOTHER couRAGE: Oh, Sergeant, you have no imagination. Of course he's called Feyos: when he came, I was with a Hungarian. He didn't mind. He had a floating kidney, though he never touched a drop. He was a very honest man. The boy takes after him. THE SERGEANT: But that wasn't his father! MOTHER coURAGE: I said: he took after him. I call him Swiss Cheese. Why? Because he's good at pulling wagons. (Pointing to her daughter:) And that is Kattrin Haupt, she's half German. THE sERGEANT: A nice family, I must say! MOTHER coURAGE: And we've seen the whole wide world together-this wagonload and me. [ .. I I 8 I MOTHER COURAGE AND HER CHILDREN THE SERGEANT: We'll need all that in writing. (He writes.) You're from Bamberg in Bavaria. What are you doing here? · MOTHER COURAGE: I can't Walt till the War is good enough to come to Bamberg. THE RECRutTING OFFICER: And you twO oxen pui! the can. Jacob Ox and Esau Ox! D'you ever get out of harness? EILIF: Mother! May I smack him in the puss? I'd like to. MOTHER couRAGE: I'd like you to stay where you are. And now, gentlemen, what about a brace of pistols? Or a belt? Sergeant? Yours is worn clean through. THE SERGEANT: It's something else I'm looking for. These lads of yours are straight as birch trees, strong limbs, massive chests.... What are such fine specimens doing out of the army? MOTHER COURAGE (quickly): A soldier's life is not for sons of mine! THE RECRutTING OFFICER: Why not? It means money. It means fame. Peddling shoes is woman's work. (To EILIF:) Step this way and let's see if that's muscle or chicken fat. MOTHER COURAGE: It's chicken fat. Give bim a good hard look, and he'll fall right over. THE RECRUITING OFFICER: Yes, and kii! a calf in the falling! (He tries to hustle EILIF away.) MOTHER COURAGE: Let him alone! He's not for you! THE RECRUITING OFFICER: He called my face a puss. That is an insult. The two of us will now go and settle the affair on the field of honor. EILIF: Don't worry, Mother, I can handle him. MOT~ER COURAGE: Stay here. You're never happy till you're m a fight. He has a knife in his boot and he knows how to use it. Scene One I I9 THE RECRUITING OFFICER: I'll draw it OUt of bim like a milk tooth. Come on, young fellow! MOTHER COURAGE: Officer, I'll repon you to the Colonel, and he'll throw you in jail. His lieutenant is courting my daughter. THE SERGEANT: Go easy. (To MOTHER COURAGE:) What have you got against the service, wasn't his own father a soldier? Didn't you say he died a soldier's death? MOTHER COURAGE: This one's just a baby. You'll lead him like a lamb to the slaughter. I know you, you'll get five guilders for him. THE RECRUITING OFFICER (tO EILIF): First thing you know, you'll have a lovely cap and high boots, how about it? EILIF: Not from you. MOTHER COURAGE: Let's you and me go fishing," said the angler to the worm. (To swrss CHEESE:) Run and tell everybody they're trying to steal your brother! (She draws a knife.) Yes, just you try, and I'll cut you down like dogs! We sell cloth, we sell ham, we are peaceful people! THE SERGEANT: You're peaceful all right: your knife proves that. Wby, you should be ashamed of yourself. Give me that knife, you hag! You admit you live off the war, what else could you live off? Now tell me, how can we have a war without soldiers? MOTHER COURAGE: Do they have to be mine? THE SERGEANT: So that's the trouble. The war should swallow the peach stone and spit out the peach, hm? Your brood should get fat off the war, but the poor war must ask nothing in return, it can look after itself, can it? Call yourself Mother Courage and then get scared of the war, your breadwinner? Your sons aren't scared, I know that much. EILIF: Takes more than a war to scare me. 20 I MOTHER COURAGE AND HER CHILDREN THE SERGEANT: Correct! Take me. The soldier's life hasn't done me any harm, has it? I enlisted at seventeen. MOTHER COURAGE: You haven't reached seventy. THE SERGEAl'<"T: I will, though. MOTHER COURAGE: Above ground? THE SERGEANT: Are you trying to rile me, telling me I'll die? MOTHER couRAGE: Suppose it's the truth? Suppose I see it's your fate? Suppose I know you're just a corpse on furlough? SWISS CHEESE: She can look into the future. Everyone says so. THE RECRUITING OFFICER: Then by all means look into the sergeant's future. It might amuse him. THE SERGEANT: I don't believe in that stuff. MOTHER COURAGE: Helmet! The SERGEANT gives her his helmet. THE SERGEANT: It means less than a crap in the grass. Anything for a laugh. MOTHER coURAGE (taking a sheet of parchment and tearing it in two): Eilif, Swiss Cheese, Kattrin! So shall we all • be torn in two if we let ourselves get too deep into this war! (To the SERGEANT:) I'll give you the bargain rate, and do it free. Watch! Death is black, so I draw a black cross. SWISS CHEESE: And the other she leaves blank, see? MOTHER COURAGE: I fold them, put them in the helmet, and nlix 'em up together, the way we're all mixed up together from our mother's womb on. Now draw! The SERGEANT hesitates. THE RECRUITING OFFICER (to EILIF): I don't take just anybody. I'm choosy. And you've got guts, I like that. THE SERGEANT (fishing around in the helmet): It's silly. Means as much as blowing your nose. Scene One I 2I swiss CHEESE: The black cross! Oh, his number's up! THE RECRUITING OFFICER: Don't let them get under your skin. There aren't enough bullets to go around. THE sERGEANT (hoarsely): You cheated me! MOTHER coURAGE: You cheated yourself the day you enlisted. And now we must drive on. There isn't a war every day in the week, we must get to work. THE SERGEANT: Hell, you're not getting away with this! We're taking that bastard of your ·with us! EILIF: I'd like that, Mother. MOTHER COURAGE: Quiet~you Finnish devil, you! EILIF: And Swiss Cheese wants to be a soldier, too. MOTHER coURAGE: That's news to me. I see I'll have to draw lots for all three of you. (She goes to the back to draw the crosses on bits of paper.) THE RECRUITING OFFICER (to EILIF): People've been Saying the Swedish soldier is religious. That kind of loose talk has hurt us a lot. One verse of a hymn every Sundayand then only if you have a voice ... MOTHER COURAGE (returning with the slips and putting them in the SERGEANT's helmet): So they'd desert their old mother, would they, the scoundrels? They take to war like a cat to cream. But I'll consult these slips, and they'll see the world's no promised land, with a "Join up, son, you're officer material!" Sergeant, I'm af~aid for them, very afraid they won't get through this war. They have terrible qualities, all three. (She holds the helmet out to EILIF.) There. Draw your lot. (EILIF fishes in the helmet, unfolds a slip. She snatches it from him.) There you have it: a cross. Unhappy m?ther that I a'?, ~ich only in a mother's sorrows! He dres. ~n the. sprmgtu;:te of his life, he must go. If he's a soldier, he must brte the dust, that's clear. He's too brave, like his father. And if he doesn't use his head, he'll go the way of all flesh, 22 I MOTHER COURAGE AND HER CHILDREN the slip proves it. (Hectoring him:) Will you use your head? EILIF: Why not? MOTHER COURAGE: It's using your head to stay with your mother. And when they make fun of you and call you a chicken, just laugh. THE RECRUITING OFFICER: If you're going to wet your pants, I'll try your brother. MOTHER COURAGE: I told you to laugh. Laugh! Now it's your turn, Swiss Cheese. You should be a better bet, you're honest. (He fishes in the helmet.) Why are you giving that slip such a funny look? You've drawn a blank for sure. It can't be there's a cross on it. It can't be I'm going to lose you. (She takes the slip.) A cross? Him too! Could it be 'cause he's so simple? Oh, Swiss Cheese, you'll be a goner too, if you aren't honest, honest, honest the whole time, the way I always brought you up to be, the way you always bring me all the change when you buy me a loaf. It's the only way you can save yourself. Look, Sergeant, if it isn't- a black cross! THE SERGEANT: It's a cross! I don't understand how I got one. I always stay well in the rear. (To the OFFICER:) But it can't be a trick: it gets her children too. swrss CHEESE: It gets me too. But I don't accept it! MOTHER COURAGE (to KATTRIN): And now all I have left for certain is you, you're a cross in yourself, you have a good heart. (She holds the helmet up high toward the wagon but takes the slip out herself.) Oh, I could give up in despair! There must be some mistake, I didn't mix them right. Don't be too kind, Kattrin, just don't, there's a cross in your path too. Always be very quiet, it can't be hard, you can't speak. Well, so now you know, all of you: be careful, you'll need to be. Now let's climb Scene One I 2 3 on the wagon and move on. (She returns the helmet to the SERGEANT and climbs on the wagon.) THE RECRUITING OFFICER (to the SERGEANT): Do something! THE SERGEANT: I don't feel very well. THE RECRUITING OFFICER: Maybe you caught a chill when you handed over your helmet in this wind. Get her involved in a business transaction! (Aloud:) That belt, Sergeant, you could at least talre a look at it. These good people live by trade, don't they? Hey, all of you, the sergeant wants to buy the belt! . . MOTHER COURAGE: Half a guilder. A belt like that IS worth two guilders. (She clambers down again from the wagon.) . THE SERGEANT: It isn't new. But there's too much wmd here. I'll go and look at it behind the wagon. (He does so.) MOTHER COURAGE: I don't find it windy. THE SERGEANT: Maybe it's worth half a guilder at that. There's silver on it. MOTHER coURAGE (following him behind the wagon): A solid six Olli Purchase answer to see full attachment

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Is Mother Courage and Her Children a historical play?
To answer this question, we can say that there are three main genres common in western
genres which are comedy, tragedy, and history. In some case history is considered as a subset of
tragedy since it appeared much later than the two. For a play to be considered historical, it has to
have been set in the medieval times or early modern past or be a chronicle play which is a drama
with a theme from history involving loosely linked episodes that are chronologically arranged.
For such a play to qualify as a historical play, it has to lay emphasis on the welfare of the public
through featuring the lesson learned in the past and using them to teach in the present. The play
makes the assumption that the audiences have a national consciousness. Moreover, the play idea
must have flourished during a time when the nation had intensely nationalistic feelings. The play
Mother Courage and her Children was set in Europe during the period of war. It is said to have
been written before or during the Second World War. Brecht, the book author, had escaped from
Germany where warmongering intentions of Adolf Hitler had become clear to all Germans. In
his writing Brecht referred to this era as dark times. This study paper analysis mother courage
and her children and identify the historical context that qualifies it as a historical play
The play is set in a period during the thirty-year war chronicles of the seventeenth
century, and the main star mother courage makes it her mission to earn profit from the war by
following the army across Europe and selling the soldie...

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