My old Sageuk script, revised! ----- Madam Jung : Where is Yoo-hwa? She should have been here by afternoon. μ νκ° μ΄λλ? μ€νκΉμ§ μμ΄μΌ νλλ°. Myeong Ae: She's in the palace today I think the Prince has taken a liking to her. μ νκ° κΆμ μμμ΅λλ€. μΈμμ νκ»μ μΈλνν κ΄μ¬μ΄ μκ²Όλ€λ μλ¬Έμ λ€μμμ΅λλ€. Madam Jung : I see. I hope she doesn't get swayed by the Prince to stay at the court. 그리νꡬλ. μΈμμ νκ» κ΅νμ μ λ¨μμμΌλΌλ λ§ μλ£κ²... Mi Hee : Why? If the Prince likes her, she might receive a lot of money. And maybe she will become his concubine! μ κ·Έλ μ΅λκΉ? μΈμμ νκ»μ μΈλλ₯Ό μ’μνμ λ€λ©΄, λμ λ°κ³ , μ΄μ©λ©΄ μ νμ μ²©μ΄ λ μ§λ λͺ¨λ¦ λλ€! Madam Jung : Not every gisaeng's path leads to the court. Yoo-hwa is too naive to get into politics, and is too skilled to be an entertainment to the Royal family. λͺ¨λ κΈ°μλ€μ κΈΈμ΄ κΆκΉμ§ κ°μΌ ν νμ μλ€. μ°λ¦¬ μ νκ° λ무 νλ€λ¦¬κΈ° μ¬μμ κΆμ κ³Ό μ μΉμ λ©λ¦¬μ μμ΄μΌ ν΄. λν, μμ€μ μ€λ½κ±°λ¦¬μΌλΏμ΄ λκΈ°μλ μκ° λ무 μλ ¨λμ΄μλλ°. Jin Yi : I've heard that the Consort Hee of the Jang family is a very greedy woman. Yoo-hwa would suffer a lot if she gets in that woman's way. As someone who has seen her since she was young, I am worried. μ₯μ¨ ν¬λΉλ§λ§κ» μλ§μ΄ λ§μ μ¬μλΌκ³ λ€μμ΄μ. μ νλ κ·Έ λΆμκ² λ°©ν΄κ° λλ€λ©΄ ν° κ³ ν΅μ κ²ͺκ² λ 건λ°. μλ₯Ό μ€λ«λμ 보λ λΆμ΄λΌμ κ±±μ μ΄ λμ΅λλ€. Jang Sook : Consorts are always greedy. I don't understand why. The court is splitting like a watermelon, the nation is being attacked on the shores, and these women give birth to four of five babies for what? For the land they receive? For their son to be the next king? So they can be the Queen Dowager and order their own son and the court around? λΉκΆλ€μ νμ μμ¬μ΄ λ§κ΅°μ. μ κ·Έλ°μ§ μ΄ν΄νμ§ μμ. μ°λ¦¬ κΆμ μ μλ°μ²λΌ κ°λΌμ§κ³ μκ³ , μ°λ¦¬ λλΌλ ν΄μμ μ¬ν 곡격λΉνκ³ μλλ°λ, μ΄ μ¬μλ€μ 무μ λλ¬Έμ κ³μ 4λͺ μ΄λ 5λͺ μ μκΈ°λ₯Ό λ³μ΅λκΉ? λ°λ λ μ μν΄μμ? μλ€μ΄ μκΈ°λ©΄ κ·Έ λΆμν μμ΄κ° λ€μ μμ΄ λκΈ° μν΄μμ? λλΉκ° λμ΄ μλ€κ³Ό κΆμ μ λͺ λ Ήν μ μκΈ° μν΄μμ? Madam Jung :Β (raises hand)Β We are no one to judge someone else's situation and decisions in life. All we can do is live with it and give the children an example of how to,nor how not to, lead life. μ°λ¦¬λ λ€λ₯Έ μ¬λμ μν©κ³Ό κ²°μ μ νλ¨νλ μ¬λμ΄ μλλ€. μ°λ¦¬κ° ν μ μλ κ²μ μ°λ¦¬λλ‘ λ¨Ήκ³ μ΄κ³ μ°λ¦¬ μμ΄λ€μκ² μΆμ μ¬λ λ°©λ²μ λν μλ₯Ό λλ κ²μΌλΏμ΄λ€.
Madam Jung : Cheon-geum-ah? μ²κΈμ? Cheon-geumΒ : Yes, mother λ€, μ΄λ¨Έλ Madam Jung : You are the closest to the age of 16 among the training gisaengs. Am I right? μ¬κΈ° μμ΄λ€ μ€μ 16μΈ λμ μμ΄ λλ? Cheon-geumΒ : True, mother. λ§μ¬μ΅λλ€ Madam Jung : Then, have you decided on a gisaeng name yet? κ·ΈλΌ, κΈ°μμ΄λ¦μ μ ννλλ? Cheon-geumΒ : No, mother. μλμ΅λλ€ μ΄λ¨Έλ Madam Jung : Why so, when I have reminded you mamy times? λͺ λ² λ§μ νλκ²μ, κ·ΈλΌ μ? Cheon-geumΒ :Β (stutters slightly, in a quieter voice)Β I- I intend not to take on a gisaeng name, mother. μ - μ λ κΈ°μ μ΄λ¦μ μκΈ°λ μκ°μ΄ μμμ΅λλ€, μ΄λ¨Έλ Wol-hyang :Β (looks at Eui-hye with a look of worry) Madam Jung : May I know the reason? μ΄μ λ₯Ό μ’ μ ν ν μ μμκΉ? Cheon-geumΒ :Β (voice becoming more firm)Β My mother gave me a name that I think is fitting to me. I want to be a heavenly lyre player even when I'm a gisaeng. Please understand this young girl's wish, mother. μ΄ μλ μ μ λ―Έλ μ μκ²λ μ μ΄μΈλ¦¬λ μ΄λ¦μ μ§μΌμ ¨λ€κ³ μκ°μ νλλ, κΈ°μμ΄ λλ μ§κΈ μ΄λ¦λλ‘ μ²μμ κ±°λ¬Έκ²κΎΌμΌλ‘ μ λͺ νκ³ μΆμ μ΄ μλ μ μν λ§μμ μ΄ν΄μ£Όμμμ€ Soon-ryeon :Β (leans over to Wol-hyang and whispers)Β when is her birthday? In how many months? μ μμΌ μΈμ λ°? λͺμ? Wol-hyang :Β ( noticing that Madam Jung jas noticed Soonryeon whispering, signals with her hand, 2 fingers. SR gives a look of "well, whatever" and continues eating.) Madam Jung :Β (slightly angry)Β So you think these reasons give you the freedom that your friends don't have? What makes you think you have a choice? κ·ΈλΌ λ€ μΉκ΅¬λ€μ΄ μλ μμ κ° λ€κ° κ°κ³ μλ μ€ μμλλ? μ νμ΄ μλ μκ°μ μ΄λ»κ² λ€ μ μλλ? Cheon-geumΒ :Β (quiet but firm)Β None of the other girls were born to a gisaeng and raised to be one. I have never known anything else but being a gisaeng. How can I change my name? λ€λ₯Έ μλ€μ κΈ°μμ λͺΈμ νμ΄λμ§ μμκ³ κΈ°μμ΄ λκΈ° μν΄ ν€μ λ κ² μλμ΅λλ€. μ΄ μλ λ κΈ°μμ μΆ λ°μ λͺ¨λ₯Έλ°, μ΄λ»κ² μ¨ μΈμμ΄ λ΄κΈ΄ κ·Έ μ΄λ¦κΉμ§ λ²λ¦΄ μ μλ κ²λκΉ? Madam Jung :Β (breathes in sharply)Β Listen here, child... μμ΄μΌ, ν λ² λ€μ΄λ΄ Mi-hee :Β (signals to Madam Jung to let her deal with it)Β Cheon-geum-ah, think again. All of us have gisaeng names. μ²κΈμ, λλ€μ μκ°ν΄λ³΄λ ΄. μ°λ¦° λ€ κΈ°μμ΄λ¦μ μλ€. Hwa-myeong : I am also the daughter of a gisaeng. I know that you're proud of your name, but I'm sure your mother would appreciate it if you followed the tradition. μ λ κΈ°μλΈμ΄λΌμ μ΄λ¦μ΄λΌλ κ²μ λν μλμ€μ μμ£Ό μ μμ. κ·Έλλ, μ°λ¦¬ κΈ°μλ―Όμ μ ν΅μ λ°λΌνλ©΄ μ’κ² λ€. Myeong-ae : ... it is, in the end, what she did too. It wouldn't be wrong to do so. μ²κΈμ μ΄λ¨Έλλ 결곑μ κ·Έλ κ² νλλ, λ μλͺ»μ΄ μλλΌλ¨λ€... Hwa-myeong : You think it would be disrespectful to your mother, isn't it? μ΄λ¦μ λ°λλ κ²μ μ΄λ¨Έλμκ² λ¬΄λ‘ν κ±°λΌκ³ μκ°μ νλ?? Cheon-geumΒ :Β (nods timidly) Mi-hee : I can assure you, it isn't. In fact, I'm sure your mother, if she were here, would tell you to leave your pride behind and do the same as all your seniors, and be a honourable gisaeng. You understand? μ₯λ΄ν 건λ, κ·Έλ μ§λ μμ. μ²κΈμ λ―Έκ» μ¬κΈ° κ³μ ¨λ€λ©΄, μμ‘΄μ¬μ λ²λ¦¬κ³ λͺ¨λ μ λ°°λ€κ³Ό λκ°μ΄ νκ³ , νλ₯ν κΈ°μμ΄ λλΌκ³ λ§μνμ€ κ±°μμ. μ΄ν΄νλ? Cheon-geumΒ :Β (lowers her head at the sudden interjection of the seniors, embarrassed)Β I understand. I will think about it. μκ² μμ΅λλ€. μκ°μ ν κ²λλ€. Madam Jung : Lift your head up. I will give you time until the day before your 17th birthday. Have you understood? κ³ κ°λ₯Ό λ€μ΄λΌ. 17λ²μ§Έ μμΌμ λ κΉμ§ μκ°μ μ€κ². μμλ€μ΄μκ². Cheon-geumΒ : Yes, mother. λ€, μ΄λ¨Έλ
Jang Sook : Madam, isn't it commonplace to name the girls as soon as they enter the gyobang? λ§λ, νμμλ μ΄λ° μλ λ€μκ² κ΅μ ν λ κΈ°μμ΄λ¦μ μ§μ°λ κ²μ λ§μ΅λκΉ? Madam Jung : You are right, Mrs. Jang. But I feel like a child should be able to enjoy her name before having it taken away from her. λ§λ λ§μμ΄μλλ€.κ·Έλ μ§λ§, μ΄ μκ°λ€μ΄ μμ μ μ΄λ¦κ³Ό κ·Έκ²μ λ»μ μκ³ μ¦κΈ°λ μκ°μ μ£Όκ³ μΆλ€κ³ μκ°νμ΅λλ€. Jin-yi : This gyobang really seems like the only one in the kingdom to do so. μ¨ μκ΅μμ μ΄ κ΅λ°©μ μ΄κ²μ νλκ±° μ μΌν κ² κ°μ£ ... Jang Sook : I have heard of another gyobang in the Pyongyang region, where they allow the girls to choose which field they study in, isn't that good too, madam? νμμͺ½ λλ€λ₯Έ κ΅λ°©μμ κ΅μ νλ μλ λ€μκ² κ°μμ 곡λΆμ κΈΈμ μ ννλ κ²μ νλ½νλ κ² λ€μλλ°, 그리νλ κ²λ μ’μνμ§ μμ΅λκΉ? Madam Jung : I disagree with that. I know that some of the best gisaengs especially in dancing and singing have come from that gyobang, but the gisaengs there lack an all-round education. A gisaeng should be able to do anything. μλλλ€. μ κ΅λ°© μΆμ κΈ°μλ€μ νΉν 무μ©κ³Ό μ°½μΌλ‘ μμ£Ό μ λͺ νμ§λ§, λͺ¨λ νμν μ€λ ₯μ κ°μ΄μ§λ μλλ€. κΈ°μμ΄ λͺ¨λ κ² μν μ μμ΄μΌ λ©λλ€. Myeong-ae : I agree, mother. There is no reason a gisaeng who excels at poetry would also excel at dancing. λμνμ΅λλ€, μ΄λ¨Έλ. μλ₯Ό μ μ°λ κΈ°μμ 무μ©μ μ ν 리 μλ€μ. Soon-ryeon, Eui-hye and Hwa-jung :Β (look at Β Wol-hyang with a smile, almost as if taunting her for her two left feet. Β Wol-hyang lets out a sigh and stuffs her mouth with rice) Mi-hee :Β (notices Β Wol-hyang, smiles)Β Mi-soon-ahΒ (referring to Myeong-ae by her gisaeng name)Β , to realise you're wrong, you don't need to look far. λ―Έμμ, μλͺ»μ λ§μμ νλ κ² μ΄ν΄νκΈ° μν΄ λ©λ¦¬μ 보μ§λ§μ€. Wol-hyang :Β (even more embarrassed, she cowers and keeps on stuffing rice into her mouth) Mi-hee : I'm sitting right here, am I not, mother? μ μ¬κΈ΄ μμ μμ§ μμΌλμ, μ΄λ¨Έλ? Wol-hyang :Β (surprised at the sudden relevation, looks up) Madam Jung : I remember. κΈ°μ΅νλ¨λ€. Mi-hee : (continues) There were days I practiced until my legs bruised, and I thought of Yoo-hwaΒ (Yi-rin's gisaeng name)Β and cried, because I wasn't even as good as her toenail when it came to dancing. μ νμ λ°λλ§νΌλ μΆ€μ λͺ»μΆ μ μλ¨ κ²μ μκ°νλ©° μΈμκ³ , μ λ€λ¦¬κ° λ€μ³€μμ κΉμ§ μ°μ΅νλ λλ λ€μ΄ μμκ΅°μ Myeong-ae :Β (laughs)Β And weren't there days I made the floor wet with my tears, as my voice cracked at all the songs, Geum-wol? λλ λ Έλν λ μ΄μν μλ¦¬κ° λ΄μ λ΄ λλ¬Όλ‘ λ°λ₯μ μ μ λ λ€μ΄ μμλ€, κΈ°μ΅νλ, κΈμμ? Hwa-myeong : I remember crying while playing the drums - I hit my head with a drumstick.Β (laughter erupts across the room)Β . I got a big red boil on my head like an egg. It's practice, practice and again practice, that made us to be as skilled as we are.Β (turns to Wolhyang)Β There's no need to worry at all. If there is a will, there is a way. λλ 볡μ μΉλ€κ° μΈμλ κΈ°μ΅μ΄ λλ°μ - 볡μ λ΄ λ¨Έλ¦¬λ₯Ό λΆλͺμ³€λ€κ³ ... μ΄λ§κ° 겨λμ²λΌ λΉ¨κ°κ² λΆμ΄μ¬λμ΄μ. μμ, μ°μ΅, μ°μ΅ κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ°μ΅μ΄ μ°λ¦¬λ₯Ό μ΄λ κ² λ§λ€μ΄. μν₯μ,λ κ±±μ νκΈ°κ° νμμλ€. λ μ΄μ λ§μ λ¨ΉμμΌλ κΈΈμ΄ λ°κ²¬λ ν λ. (Wolhyang : bends her head, half in shame, half in relief. The seniors and Madam Jung smile, and everyone continues eating)










