My old Sageuk script, revised! ----- Madam Jung : Where is Yoo-hwa? She should have been here by afternoon. ์ ํ๊ฐ ์ด๋๋? ์คํ๊น์ง ์์ด์ผ ํ๋๋ฐ. Myeong Ae: She's in the palace today I think the Prince has taken a liking to her. ์ ํ๊ฐ ๊ถ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์ธ์์ ํ๊ป์ ์ธ๋ํํ ๊ด์ฌ์ด ์๊ฒผ๋ค๋ ์๋ฌธ์ ๋ค์์์ต๋๋ค. Madam Jung : I see. I hope she doesn't get swayed by the Prince to stay at the court. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌํ๊ตฌ๋. ์ธ์์ ํ๊ป ๊ตํ์ ์ ๋จ์์์ผ๋ผ๋ ๋ง ์๋ฃ๊ฒ... Mi Hee : Why? If the Prince likes her, she might receive a lot of money. And maybe she will become his concubine! ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๋๊น? ์ธ์์ ํ๊ป์ ์ธ๋๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ์ ๋ค๋ฉด, ๋์ ๋ฐ๊ณ , ์ด์ฉ๋ฉด ์ ํ์ ์ฒฉ์ด ๋ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฆ ๋๋ค! 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. ๋ชจ๋ ๊ธฐ์๋ค์ ๊ธธ์ด ๊ถ๊น์ง ๊ฐ์ผ ํ ํ์ ์๋ค. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ ํ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์ฌ์์ ๊ถ์ ๊ณผ ์ ์น์ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์ ์์ด์ผ ํด. ๋ํ, ์์ค์ ์ค๋ฝ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์ผ๋ฟ์ด ๋๊ธฐ์๋ ์๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ์๋ จ๋์ด์๋๋ฐ. 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. ์ฅ์จ ํฌ๋น๋ง๋ง๊ป ์๋ง์ด ๋ง์ ์ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์. ์ ํ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ถ์๊ฒ ๋ฐฉํด๊ฐ ๋๋ค๋ฉด ํฐ ๊ณ ํต์ ๊ฒช๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑด๋ฐ. ์๋ฅผ ์ค๋ซ๋์ ๋ณด๋ ๋ถ์ด๋ผ์ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ด ๋์ต๋๋ค. 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? ๋น๊ถ๋ค์ ํญ์ ์์ฌ์ด ๋ง๊ตฐ์. ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ์ง ์ดํดํ์ง ์์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ถ์ ์ ์๋ฐ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๋ผ์ง๊ณ ์๊ณ , ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ผ๋ ํด์์ ์ฌํ ๊ณต๊ฒฉ๋นํ๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ๋, ์ด ์ฌ์๋ค์ ๋ฌด์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ณ์ 4๋ช ์ด๋ 5๋ช ์ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณ์ต๋๊น? ๋ฐ๋ ๋ ์ ์ํด์์? ์๋ค์ด ์๊ธฐ๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๋ถ์ํ ์์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์์ด ๋๊ธฐ ์ํด์์? ๋๋น๊ฐ ๋์ด ์๋ค๊ณผ ๊ถ์ ์ ๋ช ๋ นํ ์ ์๊ธฐ ์ํด์์? Madam Jung :ย (raises hand)ย 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. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ ์ํฉ๊ณผ ๊ฒฐ์ ์ ํ๋จํ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์๋๋ค. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋๋ก ๋จน๊ณ ์ด๊ณ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์์ด๋ค์๊ฒ ์ถ์ ์ฌ๋ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ๋ํ ์๋ฅผ ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ฟ์ด๋ค.
Madam Jung : Cheon-geum-ah? ์ฒ๊ธ์? Cheon-geumย : Yes, mother ๋ค, ์ด๋จธ๋ Madam Jung : You are the closest to the age of 16 among the training gisaengs. Am I right? ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์์ด๋ค ์ค์ 16์ธ ๋์ ์์ด ๋๋? Cheon-geumย : True, mother. ๋ง์ฌ์ต๋๋ค Madam Jung : Then, have you decided on a gisaeng name yet? ๊ทธ๋ผ, ๊ธฐ์์ด๋ฆ์ ์ ํํ๋๋? Cheon-geumย : No, mother. ์๋์ต๋๋ค ์ด๋จธ๋ Madam Jung : Why so, when I have reminded you mamy times? ๋ช ๋ฒ ๋ง์ ํ๋๊ฒ์, ๊ทธ๋ผ ์? Cheon-geumย :ย (stutters slightly, in a quieter voice)ย I- I intend not to take on a gisaeng name, mother. ์ - ์ ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ ์๊ธฐ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์์ต๋๋ค, ์ด๋จธ๋ Wol-hyang :ย (looks at Eui-hye with a look of worry) Madam Jung : May I know the reason? ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ์ข ์ ํ ํ ์ ์์๊น? Cheon-geumย :ย (voice becoming more firm)ย 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. ์ด ์๋ ์ ์ ๋ฏธ๋ ์ ์๊ฒ๋ ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ด๋ฆ์ ์ง์ผ์ จ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋๋, ๊ธฐ์์ด ๋๋ ์ง๊ธ ์ด๋ฆ๋๋ก ์ฒ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฌธ๊ฒ๊พผ์ผ๋ก ์ ๋ช ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ์ด ์๋ ์ ์ํ ๋ง์์ ์ดํด์ฃผ์ญ์์ค Soon-ryeon :ย (leans over to Wol-hyang and whispers)ย when is her birthday? In how many months? ์ ์์ผ ์ธ์ ๋ฐ? ๋ช์? Wol-hyang :ย ( 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 :ย (slightly angry)ย So you think these reasons give you the freedom that your friends don't have? What makes you think you have a choice? ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ค ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ด ์๋ ์์ ๊ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ ์ค ์์๋๋? ์ ํ์ด ์๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ค ์ ์๋๋? Cheon-geumย :ย (quiet but firm)ย 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? ๋ค๋ฅธ ์๋ค์ ๊ธฐ์์ ๋ชธ์ ํ์ด๋์ง ์์๊ณ ๊ธฐ์์ด ๋๊ธฐ ์ํด ํค์ ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ด ์๋ ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ ์ถ ๋ฐ์ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ฐ, ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์จ ์ธ์์ด ๋ด๊ธด ๊ทธ ์ด๋ฆ๊น์ง ๋ฒ๋ฆด ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ๋๊น? Madam Jung :ย (breathes in sharply)ย Listen here, child... ์์ด์ผ, ํ ๋ฒ ๋ค์ด๋ด Mi-hee :ย (signals to Madam Jung to let her deal with it)ย Cheon-geum-ah, think again. All of us have gisaeng names. ์ฒ๊ธ์, ๋๋ค์ ์๊ฐํด๋ณด๋ ด. ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ค ๊ธฐ์์ด๋ฆ์ ์๋ค. 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. ์ ๋ ๊ธฐ์๋ธ์ด๋ผ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ํ ์๋์ค์ ์์ฃผ ์ ์์. ๊ทธ๋๋, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ธฐ์๋ฏผ์ ์ ํต์ ๋ฐ๋ผํ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ๋ค. Myeong-ae : ... it is, in the end, what she did too. It wouldn't be wrong to do so. ์ฒ๊ธ์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๊ฒฐ๊ณก์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋๋, ๋ ์๋ชป์ด ์๋๋ผ๋จ๋ค... Hwa-myeong : You think it would be disrespectful to your mother, isn't it? ์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ฐ๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋จธ๋์๊ฒ ๋ฌด๋กํ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋?? Cheon-geumย :ย (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? ์ฅ๋ดํ ๊ฑด๋, ๊ทธ๋ ์ง๋ ์์. ์ฒ๊ธ์ ๋ฏธ๊ป ์ฌ๊ธฐ ๊ณ์ จ๋ค๋ฉด, ์์กด์ฌ์ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ชจ๋ ์ ๋ฐฐ๋ค๊ณผ ๋๊ฐ์ด ํ๊ณ , ํ๋ฅญํ ๊ธฐ์์ด ๋๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง์ํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ดํดํ๋? Cheon-geumย :ย (lowers her head at the sudden interjection of the seniors, embarrassed)ย I understand. I will think about it. ์๊ฒ ์์ต๋๋ค. ์๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. Madam Jung : Lift your head up. I will give you time until the day before your 17th birthday. Have you understood? ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด๋ผ. 17๋ฒ์งธ ์์ผ์ ๋ ๊น์ง ์๊ฐ์ ์ค๊ฒ. ์์๋ค์ด์๊ฒ. Cheon-geumย : Yes, mother. ๋ค, ์ด๋จธ๋
Jang Sook : Madam, isn't it commonplace to name the girls as soon as they enter the gyobang? ๋ง๋, ํ์์๋ ์ด๋ฐ ์๋ ๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ต์ ํ ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ด๋ฆ์ ์ง์ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ง์ต๋๊น? 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. ๋ง๋ ๋ง์์ด์ญ๋๋ค.๊ทธ๋ ์ง๋ง, ์ด ์๊ฐ๋ค์ด ์์ ์ ์ด๋ฆ๊ณผ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๋ป์ ์๊ณ ์ฆ๊ธฐ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ์ต๋๋ค. Jin-yi : This gyobang really seems like the only one in the kingdom to do so. ์จ ์๊ตญ์์ ์ด ๊ต๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๊ฒ์ ํ๋๊ฑฐ ์ ์ผํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ฃ ... 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? ํ์์ชฝ ๋๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ต๋ฐฉ์์ ๊ต์ ํ๋ ์๋ ๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์ ๊ณต๋ถ์ ๊ธธ์ ์ ํํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ๋ฝํ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค์๋๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์ข์ํ์ง ์์ต๋๊น? 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. ์๋๋๋ค. ์ ๊ต๋ฐฉ ์ถ์ ๊ธฐ์๋ค์ ํนํ ๋ฌด์ฉ๊ณผ ์ฐฝ์ผ๋ก ์์ฃผ ์ ๋ช ํ์ง๋ง, ๋ชจ๋ ํ์ํ ์ค๋ ฅ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ง๋ ์๋๋ค. ๊ธฐ์์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ์ํ ์ ์์ด์ผ ๋ฉ๋๋ค. Myeong-ae : I agree, mother. There is no reason a gisaeng who excels at poetry would also excel at dancing. ๋์ํ์ต๋๋ค, ์ด๋จธ๋. ์๋ฅผ ์ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ์์ ๋ฌด์ฉ์ ์ ํ ๋ฆฌ ์๋ค์. Soon-ryeon, Eui-hye and Hwa-jung :ย (look at ย Wol-hyang with a smile, almost as if taunting her for her two left feet. ย Wol-hyang lets out a sigh and stuffs her mouth with rice) Mi-hee :ย (notices ย Wol-hyang, smiles)ย Mi-soon-ahย (referring to Myeong-ae by her gisaeng name)ย , to realise you're wrong, you don't need to look far. ๋ฏธ์์, ์๋ชป์ ๋ง์์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์ดํดํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ณด์ง๋ง์ค. Wol-hyang :ย (even more embarrassed, she cowers and keeps on stuffing rice into her mouth) Mi-hee : I'm sitting right here, am I not, mother? ์ ์ฌ๊ธด ์์ ์์ง ์์ผ๋์, ์ด๋จธ๋? Wol-hyang :ย (surprised at the sudden relevation, looks up) Madam Jung : I remember. ๊ธฐ์ตํ๋จ๋ค. Mi-hee : (continues) There were days I practiced until my legs bruised, and I thought of Yoo-hwaย (Yi-rin's gisaeng name)ย and cried, because I wasn't even as good as her toenail when it came to dancing. ์ ํ์ ๋ฐ๋๋งํผ๋ ์ถค์ ๋ชป์ถ ์ ์๋จ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ฐํ๋ฉฐ ์ธ์๊ณ , ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค์ณค์์ ๊น์ง ์ฐ์ตํ๋ ๋๋ ๋ค์ด ์์๊ตฐ์ Myeong-ae :ย (laughs)ย And weren't there days I made the floor wet with my tears, as my voice cracked at all the songs, Geum-wol? ๋๋ ๋ ธ๋ํ ๋ ์ด์ํ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ด์ ๋ด ๋๋ฌผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ ์ ๋ ๋ค์ด ์์๋ค, ๊ธฐ์ตํ๋, ๊ธ์์? Hwa-myeong : I remember crying while playing the drums - I hit my head with a drumstick.ย (laughter erupts across the room)ย . 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.ย (turns to Wolhyang)ย There's no need to worry at all. If there is a will, there is a way. ๋๋ ๋ณต์ ์น๋ค๊ฐ ์ธ์๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ๋๋ฐ์ - ๋ณต์ ๋ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ช์ณค๋ค๊ณ ... ์ด๋ง๊ฐ ๊ฒจ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋นจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ถ์ด์ฌ๋์ด์. ์ญ์, ์ฐ์ต, ์ฐ์ต ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ์ต์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์ด. ์ํฅ์,๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ์์๋ค. ๋ ์ด์ ๋ง์ ๋จน์์ผ๋ ๊ธธ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋ ํ ๋. (Wolhyang : bends her head, half in shame, half in relief. The seniors and Madam Jung smile, and everyone continues eating)












