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ASSASSINS by Stephen Sondheim & John Weidman

Samuel Joseph Byck (January 30, 1930 – February 22, 1974) was an unemployed former tire
salesman who attempted to hijack a plane flying out of Baltimore/Washington International Airport on
February 22, 1974. He intended to crash into the White House in the hope of killing U.S. President
Richard Nixon. [Wikipedia]
A park bench. Sam Byck trudges on, wearing his Santa Claus suit, carrying his picket sign and a beatup shopping bag. He sits down, reaches in the shopping bag, takes out a can of Yoo-Hoo, opens it and
takes a big drink. He then takes out a greasy sandwich, a portable tape recorder and a bunch of tapes.
He shoves a tape in the tape recorder, takes a bite of sandwich, composes himself and starts recording.
Hello, Mr. Bernstein? Lenny? How you doin’? My name is Sam Byck. We’ve never met. You’re
a world-renowned composer and conductor who travels the world over enjoying one success after
another and I’m an out-of-work tire salesman, so I guess that’s not surprising. But I hope you’ll take a
few minutes out of your busy schedule to listen to this tape which you just opened in the mail. If you
can’t listen to it now, maybe you can listen to it— (He sings)
Tonight, tonight…
(He chuckles cheerfully) I love that song. What a melody! And what a sentiment. “Tonight, tonight, I’ll
meet my love tonight…” Where is she, Lenny? Gimme a hint. (He takes a drink of Yoo-Hoo and a big
bite of the sandwich) Lenny, you’re a modest kind of guy, I know that. But you’ll indulge me for a
minute if I say something from the heart. You’re a genius. Yes, you are! And you know why? You
understand what people want. You have their ear. You make ‘em listen, Lenny. No one listens. Are you
listening?! No one listens… (He takes another bite of sandwich) Well, if you’re hearing all this, I guess
you’re listening now, right? So, with all due respect, deferring to your stature in the world of
music, classical and semi-classical, I want to offer you a small piece of advice…Hey, I know what
you’re thinking. Who the hell is Sam Byck with his fat ass and his tongue on rye to give a shit hot guy
such as yourself advice? Well, Lenny, it’s a fact that my unwillingness to compromise my principles
and kiss ass like some people I could mention has cost me the so-called good life which others have
enjoyed. So be it, Len. Fuck me, fuck you. But Lenny, listen. Listen to one small piece of advice from
a true fan…Forget the long-hair shit and write what you write best. Love songs. They’re what we need!
They’re what the world needs! “Lonely Town!” “Maria!” Tender melodies to cherish a lifetime!
Timeless strains which linger in the memory and the heart! Love, Lenny! What the world needs now is
love sweet love! Love makes the world go round! (He takes a slurp of Yoo-Hoo) Well, not
exactly. Bullshit makes the world go round. You know that all too well, a worthy guy such as yourself.
You know the world’s a vicious, stinking pit of emptiness and pain. But not for long. I’m gonna change
things, Lenny. I’m gonna drop a 747 on the White House and incinerate Dick Nixon. It’s gonna
make the news. You’re gonna hear about it and I know what you’re gonna ask yourself: What kind of a
world is this where a decent, stand-up guy like Sam Byck has to crash a plane into the President to
make a point?] You’re gonna wonder if you want to go on living in a world like that. Well, lemme tell
you, Len. You do. And you know why? So you can keep on writing love songs! Yes! There’s a

gorgeous world out there, a world of unicorns and waterfalls and puppy dogs! And you can save it!
Through the medium of your God-given talent! Do it, Lenny! Save the world! Is that too much to ask?!
…Oh, Lenny. One more thing. When you hear about my death you’re gonna wonder if there’s
something more you could’ve done. Lenny, you did everything you could… (He clicks off the tape
recorder. A beat. Then he clicks it on again) Well, maybe not everything. Maybe not absolutely
everything, you know? Maybe one day you could’ve picked up a phone and said, “Hey, Sammy, how’s
it going? Hang in there, Sam. This Bud’s for you.” How long would that have taken you? A minute?
Half a minute? That was too much, wasn’t it? You probably had your limo double parked. You and
your shit hot buddies had a plane to catch to Paris, France for dinner and a blow job. Hey, I understand.
I understand all too well, my friend. You’re just like all the rest of them— (He flips through the tapes
reading names) Jonas Salk, Jack Anderson, Hank Aaron…You knew where I was. You all did. And you
know what you did? You left me there! You jerks! You shits! You pricks! You had your chance and now
it’s too damn late! Fuck me?! Fuck you! I’m outta here! I’m history, Lenny! Understand?! I’m history!
(He takes a big bite of his sandwich, chews.)

HELL ON WHEELS: “Revelations” by Tony Gayton & Joe Gayton
1865. Cullen Bohannon, 38, is a former tobacco farmer and former Confederate soldier who is
determined to exact revenge on the Union soldiers who murdered his wife, Mary. It is night. Bohannon
sits at a campfire, speaking to, but not looking at, a former slave with whom he is travelling. He speaks
slowly, calmly.
BOHANNON: I gave my slaves their freedom before the war started. Damn near went broke payin’
their wages…I only did it for my wife. I sure as hell didn’t understand it. It pissed me off, tell you the
truth…Well, Mary had a way of talkin’ me into things. It wan’t until I come home from the war—right
then, actually—that I understood that she was right. I found Mary where she was hanged, y’know, but I
couldn’t find my boy. We’d always play hide and go seek, and he’d always hide up in the hayloft.
(Laughs.) Every damned time, every time. He’d—(Chuckle.) And I’d just, I’d pretend like I couldn’t
find him. See, the Yankees, they, they burned the barn, but it was still standin’, and—(takes a swig
from his flask) there he was. Up in the hayloft. His body was curled up, and his arms was huggin’ his
knees to his chest. But he wasn’t alone. Bethel, the woman who raised me, she was with him. She had
her arms wrapped around him, like she was protectin’ him from the flame. (Long pause.) Both their
bodies, they were scorched black, fused together. Couldn’t really tell where one of them ended and the
other one began. (Exhales.) And I just remember standin’ there and thinkin’ to myself, “God’s got a
funny way of teachin’ you things.” Huh?

WILD HONEY by Michael Frayn
Russia, 1878. Osip, 40, a horsethief, describes a chance encounter.
OSIP: Hot summer’s day. Like today. In the forest here. I’m going along this track and I look round
and there she is, she’s standing in a little stream and she’s holding her dress up with one hand and she’s
scooping up water in a dock leaf with the other. She scoops. She drinks. Scoops. Drinks. Scoops again,
and pours it over her head. It’s one of those days when you can feel the air heavy on you, and you can’t
hear nothing but the buzzing of the flies… She pays no heed to me. Just another peasant, she thinks. So
I go down to the edge of the stream, right up close to her, as close as I am to you now, and I just look at
her. Like this, like I’m looking at you. And she stands there in the water in front of me, with her skirts
up in her hand, and she bends, she scoops, she pours. And the water runs over her hair, over her face
and her neck, then down over her dress, and all she says is: “What are you staring at, idiot? Haven’t
you ever seen a human being before?” And she scoops and she pours, and I just stand gazing. Then
suddenly she turns and gives me a sharp look. “Oh,” she says, “you’ve taken a fancy to me, have you?”
And I say: “I reckon I could kiss you and die.” So that made her laugh. “All right,” she says, “you can
kiss me if you like.” Well, I felt as if I’d been thrown into a furnace. I went up to her—into the stream,
boots and all, I didn’t think twice—and I took her by the shoulder, very lightly, and I kissed her right
here, on her cheek, and here on her neck, as hard as ever I could. “Now, then,” she says, “be off with
you! And you wash a little more often,” she says, “and you do something about your nails!” And off I

But of course I don't mean that either. if anything I'm — (looks around) — I'm vigorously hetero-sexual ha-ha. you were born here and we can absorb you. know .you know. But anyway. Isn't it so beautiful? . I discovered a great truth when I was nine. Of course I sensed it first from the boys at boarding-school. perhaps very confined territories without exposure to too much hurt. whatever — you know — whatever 'succeed' means. I find that I can live within these smaller. as you can imagine. But it was Father with his usual . good Lord. Because once I recognised — once I acknowledged that the larger areas were not accessible to me.his usual directness and honestly who made me face it.ARISTOCRATS by Brian Friel CASIMIR: Yes yes. I don't for a second mean I was . What I discovered was that for some reason people found me. that —that — that I would never succeed in they say nowadays “homo-sexual” — good heavens I must admit. a very important discover for me. but I made a great discovery when I was nine — not even a great discovery but an important. No. you'd have become the village idiot.. not a great truth. No. But it brought certain recognitions. That was a very important and a very difficult discovery for me. When I say I was different I don't mean . I remember the day he said to me: 'Had you been born down there' — we were in the library and he pointed down to Ballybeg — “Had you been born down there.. So at nine years of age I knew certain things: that certain kinds of people laughed at me. indeed. if anything.” Ha-ha. My great discovery. Eamon. certain compensatory recognitions. And I discovered that if I conduct myself with some circumspection. much smaller areas that were. Fortunately for you. Yes. I discovered — I had to discover smaller. peculiar. Indeed I find that I can experience some happiness and perhaps give a measure of happiness. that the easy relationships that other men enjoy would always elude me. too. I suddenly realised I was different from other boys.

Pop. Willy. you hear me? And in the middle of that office building. You were never anything but a hard-working drummer who landed in the ash-can like all the rest of them! I’m one dollar an hour. You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit in Kansas City and I was jailed. and I’m through with it Willy! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in my hand today. The work and the food and the time to sit and smoke. and you’re going to stop waiting for me to bring them home! Pop. what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don‟t want to be? What am I doing in an office. Can’t you understand that? There’s no spite in it any more. begging fool of myself. Willy. I’m nothing! I’m nothing. and so are you! I am not a leader of men. And suddenly I stopped. I saw the things that I love in the world. this is me. when all I want is out there. I’m just what I am. waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can’t I say that. that’s all. And I never got anywhere because you blew me so full of hot air I could never stand taking orders from anybody! That’s whose fault it is! It’s goddamn time you heard that! I had to be boss big shot in two weeks. for Christ’s sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens? . do you hear this? I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw—the sky. I stole myself out of every good job since high school. and neither are you. And I looked at the pen and said to myself. Will you let me go. Willy! I tried seven states and couldn’t raise it! A buck an hour! Do you gather my meaning? I’m not bringing home any prizes anymore.DEATH OF A SALESMAN by Arthur Miller BIFF: Now hear this. making a contemptuous. Willy? Pop! I’m a dime a dozen.

“No Dad. and then he had to have someone with him. I said. waiting around with a shit bucket and a mop. He shouldn’t have hit you so hard. And he says it again. everything just disappeared. just whisper it. fuckin hold him up.” he whispers it. . And this one day. he would’ve had to have someone with him every fuckin minute for the rest of his fuckin life. You know. the first year fuckin nurse comes in and she just dumps down this tray of shit in front of Dad. help him piss. Just dumps it in front of him.ERSKINEVILLE KINGS by Marty Deniss WACE: I don’t owe anybody anything. this children’s lime green shit. But we both just kept on together day after day and he’s just wasting away. I saw his eyes. “Well if you know what you’re doing why does he look like a rag doll. he couldn’t even hold a fuckin fork.” Oh.” And he just looks at me. There was nothing wrong with his brain. No I can’t do that. you know to wipe his arse. And then I did it. in my ear.” And I said. I knew what was going on. they’re saying “Standback.” and he’s said something—I didn’t understand what it was. So I did what I was told. so I said. I just did it. he knew what was going on. and I saw it. those nurses they’re just flinging him about. And now what was inside of him is inside of me. this brown shit and a cup of jelly. and he’s just humiliated. He shouldn’t have hit you so hard. He told me to do it. I was holding his hand and he squeezed it and I said “Do you want to say something Dad. just dumps it in front of him and he’s looking at it. He couldn’t lift up his fuckin arms. we know what we’re doing. I just stood there. “Why don’t you whisper it Dad. Oh.

I suppose she was capable of that. without too much vulgar fuss. . all she could think about was the fact that she had allied herself to a man who seemed to be on the wrong side in all things. And certain god-fearing gentlemen there had made such a mess of him. I learnt at an early age what it is to be angry—angry and helpless. I was the only one who cared. bewildered little boy. I knew more about—love…betrayal…and death when I was ten years old than you will probably ever know all your life. and hoped he’d get on with it quietly. And I can never forget it. He’d come back from the war in Spain. to listen to him talking or reading to me. But. I had to fight back my tears.LOOK BACK IN ANGER by John Osbourne JIMMY: Anyone who’s never watched someone die is suffering from a pretty bad case of virginity. Everyone knew it—even I knew it. and that was about all. frightened boy. I watched my father dying—when I was ten years old. My mother was all for being associated with minorities. He would talk to me for hours. The family sent him a cheque every month. lonely. you see. you see. sickly smell of a dying man. pouring out all that was left of his life to one. All that that feverish failure of a man had to listen to him was a small. Perhaps she pitied him. You see. All he could feel was the despair and bitterness. At the end of twelve months. For twelve months. His family were embarrassed by the whole business. But I was the only one who cared! Every time I sat on the edge of his bed. who could barely understand half of what he said. Embarrassed and irritated. he didn’t have long left to live. the sweet. We. As for my mother. My mother looked after him without complaining. fashionable ones. all of us waited for him to die. I spent hour upon hour in that tiny bedroom. provided they were the smart. I was a veteran.

one of a group of liberal friends who become worried by the rise of the fascist Third Reich. 1933. as though holding it could give him back some of the warmth he’d lost. He took it. Sitting in the snow. Baz. I eat them constantly in the winter. Still bloody. because they prevent colds. On my way to the grocer’s I passed a crowd in front of an office building. I knew why he had jumped. and comforted. when I closed my eyes. They had covered the man with tarpaper but his feet were sticking out at angles that told you something was very wrong. He stared at the orange. I thought of him opening the window. and the cold air… On my way home I reimagined the whole thing. holding the orange. I left. BAZ: Yesterday I was on my way to buy oranges. is an openly homosexual psychologist and anarchist. All day. even though they cost so much. The dead man was sitting up in the snow. . high up. There was a pink pool of red blood mixed with white snow. I asked what was going on and they showed me that a man had jumped from the highest floor and was dead. I could see him that way. still dead. because I felt a little sick at heart. At the grocer’s I felt guilty and embarrassed buying these fat oranges for myself only minutes after this man had died. and now the tarpaper covered his feet. in his 30s. but… comforted. As I passed by I gave him one of my oranges.A BRIGHT ROOM CALLED DAY by Tony Kushner Berlin.

aims carefully. So I went to the park. There’s more. but these are much more frightening. which was just shut down three days ago. I wanted to go to another city so that none of you would be asked to identify me afterwards. Extras.A. Really. One brisk interlude with a pliable friend my desire to live returned to me in all its hot. I have been for years. Being alone with them in a room with a locked door is paralyzing. I could see the oil in his hair. six war cripples. and makes a soft “bang”) . I expected them to arrest me immediately after letting me go – something they do. sat in back of him but I had a clear view of the back of his head. Fatigue makes me easy to arouse… I realized after my Silesian friend left that it had been nearly a week since my last orgasm. He said to me. Here we are. Hitler. When all of a sudden into the theatre marches a squadron of brownshirts and guess who else? It was him. good.” I have a criminal record. I can’t get out easily. Baz is an openly homosexual psychologist and anarchist. Nuns who care for the terminally ill. one of a group of liberal friends who become worried by the rise of the fascist Third Reich. and now tells his friend Agnes what happened. it being early in the day. they won’t do anything that would get blood on the carpet. BAZ: I went to Munich. “A camp. In a slouch hat and a trench coat. and he said. all police. What to do? I went to the Cinema. When the main one grabbed my face and slapped it I started crying. Well. watching a film: ten prisoners. Better that than in some café. Too much pent-up energy. (Pause. The best part. a loaded gun. For people like you. The film got going and I was thinking to myself. here I am in Munich with a little money.A BRIGHT ROOM CALLED DAY by Tony Kushner Berlin. Agnes. I thought. And he sat down three rows in front of me. When I got there I bought a revolver and four bullets. 1933. Baz worked at the Berlin Institute for Human Sexuality. ruining some waiter’s whole day… But I felt that killing myself in the midst of a bunch of nuns was probably a much more serious sin than doing it discreetly in a secular location. Baz was brought in for questioning. The result: depression. The S. Adolf Hitler and me. “In the woods outside of Munich. “Life plays funny tricks. do you know what we are building?” I said no. a homosexual Sunday anarchist with a loaded gun in his pocket.” (He shapes the gun with his fingers. I looked at the carpet the whole time. they have a carpet. I was exhausted. tainted glory. I wanted to be found by people who aren’t particularly frightened or upset by death. and a whole day to kill before the night train to Berlin. I met a remarkably attractive young Silesian there. I took the night train. To kill myself.) I have always been terrified of pain. I’m very much afraid of them. just me and some old people and some war vets. Anyway. So I decided to kill myself. And there was hardly anyone there. Add to it the nightmare of the last few days – suicide. I can’t imagine why I thought I’d need extras.

So I left. eh? . Amusing.

Dimitri. but any time. I agree with you. It's great to be fine. (listens) Well. if we're unable to recall the planes. listen. I can hear you now. you faded away there. Listen.. (listens) Well I'll tell you. the flight plans. Dimitri? Why do you think I'm calling you? Just to say hello? (listens) Of course I like to speak to you. we're just going to have to help you destroy them. that's much better.. Dimitri? Listen. You know how we've always talked about the possibility of something going wrong with the bomb. then.? Sorry. he ordered his planes.. (listens) I know they're our boys. Listen. one of our base commanders. Yes. who should we call? (listens) Who should we call. Of course I like to say hello. (listens) Alright. Dimitri. Dimitri? (listens) The people. if it wasn't friendly. Good. funny. He has learned that an American fighter pilot has stolen a bomber plane and is heading into Russian airspace. They will not reach their targets for at least another hour. I can't hear too well. Dimitri. Well then as you say we're both coming through fine. . And uh. I'll tell you what he did. how do you think I feel about it? Can you imagine how I feel about it. (listens) I am.) Now then Dimitri. uh.. President Muffley is in the War Room. Clear and plain and coming through fine... . you probably wouldn't have even got it. We'd like to give your air staff a complete run down on the targets. I am positive.. listen. he had a sort of.. I'm just calling up to tell you something terrible has happened. PRESIDENT MUFFLEY: Hello? Hello.. Just a little.. Dimitri. STRANGELOVE or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb 1964. The hydrogen bomb. You know. Let me finish. Well it's good that you're fine and I'm fine. Dimitri.. eh? Good. Dimitri. then I'd say that. It is not a trick. do you suppose you could turn the music down just a little? Oh. well. well he went a little funny in the head. Now on the phone with the Russian premier. (listens) Well. Fine. and the defensive systems of the planes.. he went and did a silly thing. well. (listens) It's a friendly call. to attack your country. (listens) Yes! I mean. (Laughs. I've been all over this with your ambassador. The bomb. President Muffley attempts to break the bad news that Russia is about to be bombed. (listens) Well let me finish. Not now. Well now what happened is. Dimitri. I'm coming through fine too. Of course it's a friendly call.DR.

(listens) Oh. Listen. Don't say that you are more sorry than I am.(listens) The People's Central Air Defense Headquarters. Right. because I am capable of being just as sorry as you are. you'll call them first. Dimitri? (listens) In Omsk. Dimitri. Dimitri? (listens) What? I see. alright? . Dimitri. I'm very sorry. I am as sorry as you are. I'm sorry too. (listens) Alright! You're sorrier than I am! But I am sorry as well. Where is that. So we're both sorry. will you? (listens) Uh huh. Yes. do you happen to have the phone number on you. just ask for Omsk Information.

Good is coming out of evil. On October 12. which meant that the jury could give him the death penalty. McKinney. and may you thank Matthew every day for it. He actually died on the outskirts of Laramie. He was rather uncoordinated and wore braces from the age of thirteen until the day he died. but I am proud to be able to say that he is my son. I keep wondering the same thing that I did when I first saw him in the hospital. Every time you celebrate Christmas. Every time you wake up in your prison cell. Mr. because of Matthew. You. May you live a long life. a birthday. I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. 1998. tied to a fence. friends that he had grown up with. Mr. as hard as it is for me to do so. McKinney. First he had the beautiful night sky and the same stars and moon that we used to see through a telescope. McKinney. my firstborn son and my hero died. for the last time. However. He heard the wind. the ever-present Wyoming wind. What would he have become? How could he have changed his piece of the world to make it better? Matt officially died in a hospital in Fort Collins. 1998. He had one more friend with him. However. Matt believed that there were crimes and incidents that justified the death penalty. To show mercy on someone who refused to show any mercy. People have said enough is enough. Mr. but he wasn't alone. There were his lifelong friends with him. Aaron McKinney was found guilty of felony murder. I miss my son. a young gay man was discovered bound to a fence in the hills outside Laramie. hospitalization.The Laramie Project By Moises Kaufman and the members of the Tectonic Theater Project On October 7. That evening. Judy and Dennis Shepard were approached by McKinney's defense team. and funeral focused world-wide attention on hate. my firstborn son and my hero lost. You robbed me of something very precious. and I will never forgive you for that. in his all too brief life he proved that he was a winner. remember that you had the opportunity and the ability to stop your actions that night. he had God. Here is what he said: DENNIS SHEPARD: My son Matthew did not look like a winner. And through it all. I too believe in the death penalty. On October 12. Mr. this is the time to begin the healing process. The following morning. I am going to grant you life. Then he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him. who pled for their client's life. remember that Matt isn't. he was breathing in the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. with your friend Mr. McKinney. . the Fourth of July. I would like nothing better than to see you die. my son tried to show the world that he could win again. Dennis Shepard made a statement to the Court. Matt's beating. fifty days before his twenty-second birthday. 1998. And I feel better knowing he wasn't alone. Colorado. 1998. Wyoming. Henderson left him out there by himself. On October 6. savagely beaten and left to die in an act of brutality and hate that shocked the nation.

.. Aaron McKinney was brought in by his girlfriend.those of us who've worked in big city hospitals have seen this. can remember seeing a patient in that condition for a long time .. I mean. Ah. So there's Aaron in one room of the all. so I am workin' on Aaron and the ambulance comes in with Matthew.. Aaron McKinney was one of Matthew Shepard’s two murderers.. for both of them. I don't think that any of us. I wondered if this is how God feels when he looks down at us... Now at this point. Wyoming.. Your first thought is. and Matthew in another room two doors down. you expect this kind of injuries to come from a car going down a hill at eighty miles an hour. of both their bodies... it's not something you expect here. Now I guess he had gotten into a fight later on that night back in town. And. Ah.. our bodies. You expect to see gross injuries from something like that ... so we knew.. I don't know that there's a connection . things like this happen. In one of 200 interviews conducted by the Tectonic Theatre Project members. it offends us. certainly you'd like to think that it's somebody from out of town.this horrendous. a young gay man was discovered bound to a fence in the hills outside Laramie.. And I felt a great deal of compassion.. you expect it. Now the strange thing is. you know. Ah. The ambulance report said it was a beating.. one ER doctor tells about his involvement. well. savagely beaten and left to die in an act of brutality and hate that shocked the nation. 1998. Then two days later. and it happens in Laramie... that comes through and beats somebody. So I tell Aaron to wait and I go and treat Matthew... I found out the connection and I was very. ah. And. terrible thing. ah. CANTWAY: I was working in the emergency room the night Matthew Shepard was brought in. but we have some people here who've not worked in a big city hospital. How we are all his kids. for a brief moment. DR. but you don't expect to see that from someone doing this to another person. struck! They were two kids! They were both my patients and they were two kids! I took care of both of them.The Laramie Project By Moises Kaufman and the members of the Tectonic Theater Project On October 7.. our souls.. twenty minutes before Matthew came in.. .

.Commanded into your presence on every conceivable occasion. and stand in awe of what you have done with your life. Gene’s father is mean. I've tried to be the dutiful son. I used to go up to my room at night and cry. I did not want to hate you. Thanksgiving. "We miss you so.. I asked you to come with me to California.I am grateful to you.. a self-made man who was once mayor of their small town and who is now 80.. It is terrible to want to possess him. . it wouldn't be enough for you. try as he might. nothing would be enough.entirely and completely! UNGRATEFUL!? What do you want for gratitude? Nothing.and it does not excuse everything.I NEVER SANG FOR MY FATHER by Robert Anderson Middle-aged Gene is a college professor and widower who.. to maintain the image of the good son.. GENE: Dad.. The orphan boy in you has resented everything. and I was staying with her in the hospital. selfish. I also admire you and respect you.when I have never been able to sit in a room alone with you.... unloving. I saw what it did to you. I will never be able to touch it. When I was a kid. What do you want? What the hell do you want? If I lived here the rest of my life.Easter.. Our day is nothing without you. But it does not make me love you. Gene is forced to deal with his father when gene’s mother dies. Dad. You don't know what it cost me to ask you to come to California with me. Birthdays..Did you really think your door was always open to me? Goodbye.. has never been able to love his father. and you told me those stories. Couldn't you come up for an hour or two after you leave Carol?" You had no regard for what was really going on.My wife was dying! No. Dad. Christmas. it's not terrible to want to see your son. And I wanted to love you..Even that Thanksgiving when Carol was dying. But there is nothing I can do about it.I'd never felt so open to you. God damn it.. I've tried. You have resented everything you ever gave me. and racist. I'm sorry as hell about your miserable childhood... ungenerous. stalling Gene’s plan to move to California with his new fiancée... I came so close to loving you tonight. You hated your Father.

BOY’S LIFE by Howard Korder Phil is twenty-something. I'm thinking forget it. everything I wanted to tell her. understand what I'm saying? And you know.. crucify me. "Nobody should ever need another person that badly. she says. that sounds awful but at least there'd be this instant when I'd know I was alive. But I do. Just once. somehow.. you give me Dr. "Hey. Cause I look in the mirror. I would have eaten garbage.. I didn't even touch her. all right. at a park bench.) And so what if I did need her? Is that so bad? All right. all these. and I can’t believe I’m really there. And I wish I’d never been born.. but after a couple weeks I could feel we were right there. or where I’m going. I needed her! So what! I don't want to be by myself. Gladly.." I'm saying I love you.!" What is that? Is that something you saw on TV? I dump my heart on the table.. and. he shares with his best friend Jack the latest chapter in his unsuccessful pursuits with his best friend Jack and describes the brief fling he recently had with the equally neurotic Karen. but then I have to do it all over again. And I don’t know who I am. a car wreck. a nuclear war or something. I don't know what. Not only that.. I've had some rough experiences.. I mean.. vulnerable.. and that really sucks." Do you believe that? "Nobody should ever. why don't you just cut your wrists open?" Well. He regularly meets with his college friends to complain about his lack of success in meeting the right girl. I get through the ten seconds. I'm by myself I feel like I'm going out of my mind. floating by. my hair is falling out. I can’t believe that’s me. I don't know what good it did. if she said. anxious and nervous selfdramatizer who’s tired of not being taken seriously. I played it very casually. PHIL: I would have destroyed myself for this woman. I would have sliced my wrists open.. but if seriously. I'm not gonna make it through the next ten seconds. . we talked about God for three hours once. come on.. is that so wrong? Is that not allowed anymore? (Pause. I do. I just can't stand it. a New Yorker who is an innocent. Under the right circumstances. so I laid it down. need. Seconds. because. we connected on so many things. I didn't want to. cause they just keep coming. but that intensity. Phil. I sit there. and the first time we went to bed. right off the bat. We clicked. I'm the first to admit. while I'm waiting for something to happen. Joyce Brothers? "Need. and she says to me. Here.

last month?—they asked each of us in this class to talk about how normal our lives were. it couldn’t have been any better.THE GOAT or Who is Sylvia? by Edward Albee In this black comedy (played straight).we’ll all fall in and (crying now) and never…be…able…to…climb…out…again—no matter how much we want to. (Exaggerated) What will I say now!? Goodness me! The Good Ship Lollipop has gone and sunk. Billy.. the old “great. more exaggerated) But then today I come home.. All guys. how hard we try. I mean it. and you’ve figured out that raising a kid does not include making him into a carbon copy of you. you see. I love the man who’s been down there digging—when he’s not giving it to a goat! I love this man! I love him! I love him! . too.That’s what I thought.. kids. You two guys are about as good as they come. Billy intimately kisses his father. wipe the tattoos right off your butts. it was all about what you’d expect. guys. and fair.. and you have a sense of humor— both of you—and…and you’re Democrats. really. Great parents. and what do I find? I find my great Mom and my great Dad talking about a letter from great good friend Ross…A letter from great good friend Ross written to great good Mom about how great good Dad has been out in the barnyard fucking animals!! Animals! Well. who is gay.) Billy is alone with father when he delivers this speech.. A goat! A fucking goat! You see. (Right after this speech. (Big crying underneath) Until the shit hit the fan. (More normal tone) What will I say!? Well. let’s see: I came home yesterday and everything had been great—absolutely normal. reveals in this monologue his unwholesome love for his father. great trees. one in particular... so wide!. And you see. fellow students.. that if I’d been born to other people. Ya see. digging a pit so deep!. a lot closer to what being grown up will look like—as far as I can tell. you’ve let me have it better than a lot of kids. that you’re letting me think you’re putting up with me being gay far better than you probably really are… Thank you. great house. Billy has been crying.. You’re smart. as they used to say. I mean. teenage Billy has recently learned that his father is having a sexual affair with a goat. how . how conventional it all was and how did we feel about it… And a lot of the guys got up and talked about –you know—our home lives. and all. it was all pretty dull. while great old Mom and great old Dad have been doing the great old parent thing. so…HUGE!. or they didn’t know it…So. until the shit hit the fan!. one of them has been underneath the house. by the way…Anyway. but I’ve got one’ll knock your socks off. how our parents get on. thanks. and the talk I was going to do at school became history. therefore great. down in the cellar.” (Bigger now. and it wasn’t very special except the guys whose parents are divorced or one has died or gone crazy. it’s great to see how two people can love each other…At least that’s what I thought—until yesterday. your stories are swell or whatever. great cars—you know.I think what I’ll tell them is this: that I’ve been living with two people about as splendid as you can get. pretty much what you’d expect…You know what I’m going to tell them—when I get up there on my hind legs?. They asked us at school—when? Last week. I love these people. or whatever…Good private school. No. Maybe everybody left all the juicy stuff out. You are Democrats. aren’t you?.. better than a lot of “Moms and Dads” have. Good guidance.

For. that—is that no only are the legal questions I ask you meaningless but so. Love? I do not put any of these reasons down. is positive. It took two days to perform the ceremony. Do you take Patricia as your lawfully wedded wife. which is perfectly all right. He is an atheist. That marriage did not work. He has certain beliefs that I assume you all know. For Patsy. So the odds are not good. 1969. Perhaps to more marriages—fine! As many as one likes—fine! to homosexuality—fine! To drugs…addiction—I won't put it down. because it is part of life. in a sense. Last month I married a novelist to a painter. with everyone at the wedding under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs. Patricia. Alfred and Patricia. Nothing can hurt if we do not see it as hurtful. That marriage should last. The drug quickened our mental responses but slowed our physical responses. and only in this light. So what I implore you both. For Alfred. to dwell on as I ask the questions required by the State of New York in order to legally bind you—sinister phrase. Well. Patricia. all but seven have failed.. to love —whatever that means—to honor—but is not dishonor. Do you take Alfred here as your lawfully wedded husband.So. it turned out all right. First. but it's in the back of all our minds. Now the man is separated. to love-that harmful word—can't we more wisely say: communicate?—to honor-meaning I suppose. a form of honor?—to keep her in sickness. Each is all right. It is all part of life. I agreed to perform it. It too is part of life. Nothing can destroy if we will not see it as destructive. especially at the wedding ceremony. that of the two hundred marriages I have performed. So you see. in health. So now. But never had the words so much meaning. has to be positive. DUPAS: You all know why we're here. but we all think that. are those inner questions you ask of yourself meaningless. it was not a mistake. Alfred. (guests stir) Please don't be startled. But the man tried. I married a musician last year who wanted to get married in order to stop masturbating. with the understanding that he will not mention God during the ceremony. should marriage be regarded. isn't it? How long will it last? We all think that. single step. don't you see. and still masturbating—but he is at peace with himself. He tried society's way. And negation of the previously taken step is positive. who probably got “ordained” by responding to an ad in the back of Rolling Stone Magazine. That's why I was so heartened when Alfred asked me to perform this ceremony.LITTLE MURDERS by Jules Feiffer New York. in prosperity and adversity—what nonsense! Forsaking all others—what a shocking invasion of privacy! Rephrase that to more sensibly say: if you choose to have affairs you won't feel guilty about them—as long as you both shall live-or as long as you're not bored with each other?. Everyone accepts it. but inasmuch as this ceremony connotates an abandonment of ritual in the search for truth. He is marrying two young New Yorkers. any step that one takes is useful. Sexual disappointment does not matter. too. Ritual. Still. and to you. I say why not bring it out in the open? Why does one decide to marry? Social pressure? Boredom? Loneliness? Sexual appeasement? Um. is adequate. that will be all right. There is often so much sham about this business of marriage. let me state frankly to you. Part of what we are. Yet . today's answer is Alfred. We don't like to admit it. As a small. If it works—fine! If it fails—fine! Look elsewhere for satisfaction. I happen not to be. I am not putting it down. Each. The free-thinking Reverend Dupas is a “hippie” sort of preacher. in its own way. you won't cut his balls off. don't we? We don't like to bring it out in the open. I won't put them down for that. And in this light. Really it is.. Failing one's partner does not matter. today's answer is Patsy. Each of these is an answer—for somebody. Alfred. if it does not—well.

to answer the helm—general enough I would think. not to feel guilt over the $250 check you gave me to mention the deity in this ceremony. in whose bedroom I spent a few moments earlier this afternoon and whose mother proudly told me the decoration was by your hand entirely: I beg of you to feel no shame. What you have done is all right. It is part of what you are. but I'm sure it's all right—I ask you. I know now that whatever you do will be all right. homosexuality is all right. And Patsy's brother. is all right. And I beg you not to be overly perturbed when I do not mention the deity in the ceremony.. so I went through the thesaurus and came up with these alternatives: to be loyal. And to obey—well. to show fealty. Betrayal.Alfred and Patsy. It is part of what we all are. as long as you both shall live?. my very first look at you told me that you were not the type to obey.some men like that. what we all are. And Patsy's father. and still leave plenty of room to dominate. sir. to show devotion. .. Carol Newquist—I've never heard that name on a man before. Kenneth Newquist. too.

And he said to the man behind the counter. "Phil…what is the secret of happiness? What is the secret of joy? Of ecstasy?" And everywhere I go.. abandoned by this man. my body. taking to audiences just like you. it's a ten-cent candy bar." The boy was disappointed. get me another nickel and I'll sell it to you. I go all over this great country of ours. and he picked out the candy bar that he wanted more than any other." The man looked at the little boy. and he said. He said. "Why don't we compromise? Why don't we take that candy bar and cut it in half. I am exploding with the power of change in this room tonight! You know. it's a ten-cent candy bar. "Sorry. I tell people the same story. How 'bout that?" The man smiled at the little boy. And then he RAN OUT the store with the candy bar. Phil. dejected. . a motivational speaker. looked at his nickel." And with that the man turned his back on the little boy.. and he looked at the man's broad back turned against him.. I tell them a story about a little boy who went into a candy store and all he had was a nickel. son. And then he reached out and kind of held that candy bar. I am turned on by the potential for change I feel in this room. and then he looked at the candy bar he wanted so much.“INNER BABY” by Eric Bogosian This monologue comes from the one-man show Pounding Nails in the Floor with My Forehead. smiling faces in this audience here tonight. he said. all you've got is a nickel. my head. Get your skinny ass out of my store. "Sir. And he looked at the nickel in his hand. He said. arms stretched out. and you take half and I'll have half for myself. He took his nickel into the candy store and he looked at all the kinds of candy that was there. I can feel it coming up out of the audience.. into my legs. But he thought and he thought and he thought and he came up with an idea. to applause. "Son. Thank you! Thank you so much! I am so happy to see so many happy. strides out onto the stage. rejected. And everywhere I go people ask me the same question. about human potential. And you know what he did? He reached out and he kind of touched that candy bar. And the little boy stood there. I'd like that candy bar right there. about change. they say.

He still had his nickel in his hand.And as he was running down the street he realized something. And in his other hand he had a WHOLE candy bar. And he was suddenly filled with a tremendous feeling of happiness and joy and ecstasy. Now let me ask you something: When was the last time YOU felt that good? .

" An’ she said. . Feel like you’re in Tubac or somewhere. this little white house with electric roses that lit up the outside. you know. I knew that . I do. . . . . an’ .) First thing we did when we hit town was find a place that would do it for us. . if you could see how they are around her. Course. "Yeah. (He thinks a moment. I don’t know what was in her head to say yes to me. So. she was pretty an’ all. . . an’ I could feel her there next to me . He’s got this shirt with flowers all over it. "Why’s that?" And. . an’ we went to get Sara. I guess maybe she knew how much I wanted it . An’ I said. . . ." (There is a pause. we’re drivin’ up there. an’ you know. you look up and you look up and you can see things you never believed were up there We were standing there. So. . that dark all around us. you gotta understand. . An’ we go over there. I’m takin’ you to Vegas. You know. It’s something. and. An’ he’s sittin’ there lookin’ at Sara . . . . She always does that in the car . An’ this guy . I said. "I am. a woman like Sara . what the hell. . Darrell’s eating shrimp cocktail. . ." And she laughs. forty-nine cents. and I’m gonna marry you when we get there. . . Russel You ever been to Las Vegas? . . . an’ you know what I’m talkin’ about . they’re just taking your money . ." An’ I said. (It is painful for him to speak. when I looked at her. . and . an’ you know as well as I do there’s nothing to do here in Yuma at night . The only light you’ve got is from the stars.) I . . Now it’s the Tastee Cone . man. I suppose he’s right anyhow . . . "Why in the hell should I marry you?" And I said . he called Abby. . Russel sits in his jail cell and tells the tale. you know. "You know why we’re going to Vegas. keno player . but she did. cause it’s so damn ugly in the day. (His tone becomes much more significant — the words mean considerably more. I knew that the minute it happened. She was working. An’ Darrell said the only thing you ought to do in Las Vegas is eat. geez. You try to do anything else. an’ said. . . You wanna come? You see. pal?" An’ he says. . quickly consummated in Las Vegas and even more quickly dissolved. It’s just black. there’s nothing around. "Cause no one in the world is ever gonna feel what I feel for you right now.) Hell. An’ Darrell pulls the car over. we’re goin’ to Vegas. . it’s something. It was like. you gotta do something. til they run outta money. You know. there ain’t nothing out there.ELECTRIC ROSES by David Howard A mournful summary of a bad marriage. but . The sun goes down. . but . Mr. a woman like that." And then I broke his friggin' nose. Later on. . don’t you?" And she said. we figured.) I said. See. Hell. . . Used to be the Tastee Freeze. And I said. "What are you lookin’ at. you can drink for nothing if you gamble. they’ve got places that will do it all night. . . . you can’t drink enough to make it worth-while. we were sitting in this bar . All those lights. . something happens inside of me.) She put a hook inside of me that wasn’t ever gonna let go . "Do you own her?" An’ I said. and his hair looks like . . (He laughs a little. . . runs off to take a piss or something. this ass-hole. just staring at her. . . I’ll tell you. Abby was asleep. . though. . (He puzzles over what he feels. You gotta go at night. . I married her. She works over at Jerry’s Tastee Cone . you can’t just sit there .) Somebody said they musta built it at night. an’ me and Sara get out of the car. "Bullshit. . An’ you know. this place turns into a damn grave yard. I start thinking about that. I wanted to break his greasy neck. And I’m telling you. I don’t know. . that ain’t it. and she says. anyway. . . . California-Dude. An’ we found one . I mean. We’re out there in the desert. . "So I can marry you. So. An’ Abby’s over playing the nickel slots. you know. up past Needles. . something happened . . .

. . you just wonder how strong a person is. . too.admit it . . all them looks . . I’ve hit her . what do you want me to say? I’m not proud of it . . . No matter what happens.) Well. (quietly) Sometimes. when I drink . . . I love her . (Pause. . . she knows that. . . you know? God knows. Sometimes. she knows it. . . She’s the most important thing in the world to me .

We were just so--good. (pause) You remember the first time I saw you? (shaking his head) That's the first time we met.. every one... several years later. And I refused to settle until.. But I remember walking home from school one day. I mean.. And I really didn't think I would meet anyone else. and I know how I feel. brief times when you weren't in a relationship. And then. I mean. But you were with someone. It was really late at night. and thinking I don't.. you've always been in a relationship. But ever since I've known you.. so we. And I know I've had too much to drink. (turns to leave. or that I don't really feel the way I feel. in junior high school. (pause) And then I met you.. Stops short. now. even like her. And in the few.. I need to say this.. when I actually met you at the party. thinking. so am I. But for as long as I can remember. since--as long as I can remember. and sit by each other in study hall. We just never. .. on the swings. because I've had four years to think about this. (pause) I'm sorry--that I put you through this. And you were--sailing back and forth in the moonlight with your eyes closed--your hair blowing. I've been doing it all my life. You always have. (pause) I mean. I would compare them to you.until I knew one way or another. But I remember. it's you. Always. and say what I need to say. So don't tell me that I'm just drunk. what if I never meet anyone else? What if--no one else ever wants to go out with me? Because. (slight smile) You remember? I thought I told you. so I was walking. and they weren't you. I can't. really. And we've gotten to the point. And every woman I met. next thing I knew. Even now. when I think about it. I know you just broke up.. you know. where I really can't imagine not being your friend. And you've been with someone ever since.. asking what I thought she should wear to the dance that I hadn't actually asked her to. Because of you. but I just need to finish this now. She bored me when we'd talk.. I just can't imagine my life without you. Pause) You know. Yeah.--I know this was bad timing. I've been settling. I was. that long ago. she was nice. we're not going to be spending so much time together anymore. (cutting her off) And I just need to say this. They just weren't. I do. But I didn't--like her. the offers weren't pouring in any better than than they are now. even then. and I couldn't sleep. The way it looks now. So I guess she was my girlfriend..Tangled Up in Blue by Brad Boesen A man has confessed his love for a long time friend and been rejected. we were so good together. I know you guys.. because--the way things. believe me. she was calling me at home. The first time I saw you was in the park about--a month before that. and I didn't want to settle. and. we'd talk to each other in the halls. but. I can remember every detail. (pause) You asked me why I never stayed very long with the women I've dated. Because I didn't want to settle any more. I need to get this out. you know? I remember-it must have been seventh or eighth grade-my first girlfriend. you know? I liked her.

in the night. the guy I’m sellin’ to is handin’ me anywheres from fifteen to twenty a week. Pretty soon. A paper route. Everybody scares easy. I’m makin’ seven. I been in it over twenty-five years. (Relishing the memory. So he offers me a job for ten! Dumb jerk. I’m not the only one. When he gives an order. Never crap a crapper. Have a drink. Everybody gets scared. (Magnanimously.) And you know who else works for me? That kid whose paper route I swiped. I got this little wagon. I’m just kid.) and load up. eight bucks a week from that. (A pause. I tell you how I’m the top man in my racket. see. 1907. So on my way home nights. I can sling it with the best of ‘em! I tell you.) Well. First thing you know. Not steel. Junk. This guy. So I figure out right off which is the right racket.BORN YESTERDAY by Garson Kanin Harry Brock is a self-made man who made him self by selling junk. (Modestly.) In the morning (Tracing the way with a wide arc.) I bring it in the front way and collect! (Pockets imaginary money. You can’t hurt me. it had better happen now. I’m a junk man. but I could see that. and for me that’s good. sonny boy. New Jersey. with the help of a well-positioned senator. Lemme give you some advice. I sell it. gleefully. (Happily. . I thought you wanted to intraview me. Here he agrees to talk to Paul Verrall. Look. at the top of his lungs. among other inventive schemes. (Puts stuff on his back. I come through the alleys pickin’ up stuff. Not a college man. Plainfield. not a patient man.) I was born in Jersey. Maybe you’ll help me. I ain’t ashamed to say it.) So pretty soon I owned the whole yard. Only difference is. don’t butter me up. stealing it back and selling it again. mind you. I’m under the fence (A shovel-like gesture with both hands) and I drag it out (He does so. if not things might get physical. All you can do is build me up or shut up.. they keep it.) That’s how I am. the jerk? He works for me now. Three bucks from papers. I tell you my first job.) I figure I owe ‘im. And I been working ever since. a reporter for the magazine The New Republic. (He pronounces it ‘rowt. Not me. I’d be sellin’ this guy his own stuff back half the time and he never knew. He has come to DC to try and pave his own way to all the WWII debris he can get. I went to work when I was twelve years old and I been workin’ ever since. BROCK: My point is you can’t do me no harm if you make me out to be a mug. In the same racket Junk. I’m a kid with a paper route. All the kids are doin’ it.’) Bought a kid out with a swift kick in the keester.

Louis—that’s where they’re building the outside elevator for the Regency — and Rick wanted to come along. He's kind and intelligent. Rick shows up. naturally. He’s wearing a little pilot’s hat he bought at the airport. snappish—I don’t know what to do. And. It’s a hundred things a day like that. I had to take a commuter flight to St. Has it been just six days? To think—only a week ago. well. Louis in one minute. and Willum feels he cannot say no. I mean. and Willum had promised Rick that he could come to Willum for help at any time. and we’ll be landing in St. in a panic situation like that—. . "We experienced a little turbulence back there but we’re out of it now. but "could use a little gumption. He . And I think—I mean I’m really pretty sure — some people did. He seems to have unlimited time. . Then suddenly — suddenly the plane starts shaking. Everything’s fine. I think. okay. the next thing we hear is the pilot saying. . His awkward manner and inappropriate behavior throw the occasion into shambles. Little things mostly. So. but they’re starting to take their toll. While Willum is hosting a dinner party for his boss. Rick had saved Willum's life in Vietnam. the hotel design was being rejected and rejected. he was wearing this dumb little pilot’s hat. I’m becoming irrational. I guess — he takes an interest in my work. So what happens in the middle of this? Rick jumps up.I found out I was being audited by the IRS—and in my folly I imagined myself unhappy.. it won’t be much fun. he’s leafing through a bound copy of Redbook.. he goes with me into town. stands in the middle of the aisle. I think he only escaped because the ones who really had the grounds didn’t want to stand up. but—. unlimited funds — brother Bob’s life savings. and shouts. Willum and Rick had exchanged occasional letters and greeting cards. he’s sitting next to me on the plane.) and shouts — "Urinate! ." He lacks the backbone to stand up for himself. and that white shirt and tie he always wears.THE NERD by Larry Shue Willum Cubbert is an architect and a pushover. The other day — I’m not sure I can even talk about this yet — the other day.. Rick came along. (Finding it difficult to say. Anyway. Over the years. Rick decides to move in. or your kidneys will explode!" Honest to God. you know. the day before my birthday (he gives a sad little laugh) Tansy was leaving.. Urinate. a DC-8. So I said. WILLUM: Six days. with no idea how many of those people wanted to murder him." And Rick just sat down again. the safety-belt lights come on — people are in fact starting to get alarmed. he follows me.

and now you're practically planning to marry her. you'll cough once if the girl's a dog. I'm glad you’re satisfied now. how goddam sophisticated you are or something. or what? Some plan. I haven't even introduced you to this girl. Oh ho HO! I don't see where you're such a big stud all of a sudden. because you've changed. If you're planning on sneaking out and asking her to go for a drink or something. Cool! Four coughs could mean a chick who's kind of ugly but looks like she might have a nice personality. cause I don't need this. I'm keeping you in my sights at all times from now on. What is this. right? Get her off alone and pour on this whole line of college crap. What? So. Three coughs means they're out of range again. ward. and five coughs means you got a piece of hotdog stuck in your throat. you understand? I don't need this advice. I did spot her first. RICKY: Is this far enough away? Okay. a slowly dawning realization) The real reason you want to break up the act is so you can have her all to yourself. Sounds like a t. forget it! . Maybe we'll get a couple of nurses. and I know how your little brain is working. you know what I think? I don't think this girl is even gonna give you the time of day! Chicks like here don't have to waste their time with assholes! Chicks like her can take one good look at a guy and tell right away whether or not he's some kind of moron! Just by the way he looks! And once they've made up their mind you're a dork. if she won't go down for you she's bound to go down for Silas Marner. And who am I. b. Lying twelve feet apart and coughing. And don't tell me I'm paranoid. you can just forget it. I'm just this dumb schmuck that sells Pontiacs for his old ma. Well. some kind of college trip? The guys down at the frat cooked this up. BMOC! I'm not even gonna talk to you anymore. buster! You've changed from high school. Not from old "Clint the Splint. I don't know how you could do that to your best buddy. Get rid of the old Richard. sure.HOOTERS by Ted Talley Ricky is a nineteen-year-old in Cape Cod for an “adventurous” holiday weekend picking up girls with his buddy Clint." strikeout king of Eisenhower High. Now they’re bickering over a girl named Cheryl who they think might be interested— in one of them. The only place you ever made time was in study hall! (pause. twice for you should shut up because we might want to hit on it. I'll just stay over here and do a little sunbathing. right. in case you're wondering. because I'll be right on your heels. Mr.

Didn’t gimme nothin’ either. You got a dollar? . your luck might change.) I ain’t forgot. Had it turned up half up to his face so it just about touch his hat where it come down on his head.) Spare a little change. Everything there is and everything there ain’t it’s just luck. Doesn’t matter. an’ I held it out to this man. short little man. Here it is. Seen a man come out that little cafe ‘crosst the street he had this little cup in his hand. Had this big coat on. It’s all luck. Whether you believe in luck or not. You wanna know that secret I promised you. Can’t rhyme ‘change’ wif ‘change. This here’s my corner. had some kinda fur ‘round the collar. Pink face. you know." He walked. your luck might change. Good luck and bad luck and dumb luck. (A beat. "Spare a little change. Then you can stop wonderin’. Short. so’s you could only see a little bit o’ face kinda. your luck might change. "That don’t rhyme. I’m gettin’ to it. and I shook out the last few drops of coffee. say. Found it right there ‘bout where you standin’ at. but it’s luck. Very happy to make your acquaintance. peekin’ out. You like this cup? Found it. "I don’t claim to be rhymin’. Fat. This is a little secret I know. (A beat.) Spare a little change." I say. I know it right down to the bone. fat little pink face man. My name is Broadway Vic. that’s all there is. then maybe you’ll slip a little somethin’ into my cup. May not be good luck.) You believe in luck? Never mind. ‘Cause I’m about to tell you a little secret. I know ‘cause I lived luck. your luck might change. Dropped it in the gutter right there ‘bout where you standin’ at. Dropped it." So this fella he look at me he say. And when you stopped wonderin’ and you know the truth. But I got this cup off ‘im. I’m gonna tell you this secret so you can know the truth. it still is. Damn. (A beat. so I guess that’s somethin’. How come I’m here on this corner in these pissy pants talkin’ to you is luck.’ Can’t rhyme a word wif its own self. I’m just astin’ for a handout. I pick up this cup here.BUMS by Robert Shaffron BROADWAY VIC: (A chant. Spare a little change.

" Okay. of course ." "January 18 . And it manages to sustain that for hundreds of pages . the three search for clues that might explain what had gone on between their fathers.. they have absolutely nothing to say.the first sacred jottings . the thing with people who never talk. his aloofness and his heartlessness.THREE DAYS OF RAIN. who were partners in a renowned architecture firm. the secret know. Theo dying. by Richard Greenberg The play centers on thirtysomething Walker. Years and years of . In the diary Walker finds what he interprets as evidence of his father's silence. You are this young man.Theo is dying. Look. A fucking weather report! (Pause.narratives of the most wrenching events. his sister Nan. In an effort to bring some peace to their own lives. Every entry. commence ." You could sing it to the tune of "Ob-La-Di. Frustrated by the will—which the building to Pip-." And it's all like that.this is the best of all . . Ambitious. some other way to let out everything that's in you." "January 5 . Let's.Three days of rain. his partner! Best and oldest friend: "Theo dying. this volume into which you can pour your most secret.listen: "1960. But. WALKER: It really is the most extraordinary document. the thing is you always suppose they're harboring some enormous secret. just possibly.. and their childhood friend Pip.listen to this winter of 1966 . April 3rd to April 5th .wait . you'll .the first note .the feelings you couldn't contain: "April 3rd to April 5th: Three days of rain. and the affect is entirely flat .) You know.Theo dead." A weather report. when Theo is going under? Listen to our father's rendering: "January 3 Theo is dying. You bring it home. decades before." I mean.wait . who all meet in an unoccupied loft in lower Manhattan in 1995 to divide the legacy of their late fathers. The first thing you notice when you start reading is the style: It doesn't have one.what architect isn't ambitious? And it's that moment when you're so bursting with feeling that people aren't enough.the kickoff. your art isn't enough. Reconstruct along with me for a moment. Theo dead. your deepest and illicit passions. You buy this notebook. you need something flip through . and the women in their lives.Walker finds and becomes fascinated by his father's diary.

The Life of Stuart. man. or just the slant I put on shit. Dennis is freaked out after learning about his young friend's drug-induced death (his name was Stuart Grossbart—a. I’d be a genius at it.This is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan Set in 1982. man. One of his customers: a nineteen-year-old misfit named Warren.k.a. “Grungy. I could so totally be a completely great chef it’s like ridiculous. Dennis agrees to let Warren stay. he ends the monologue by contemplating the sheer beauty of his own eyes. You know? (Cont. and you compare it to the way I look at shit and the shit I come up with to say. I could totally make movies. man.” His parents (famous painter father and social activist mother) pay his rent to keep him from living at home and he makes his money by selling drugs. Do you understand how close that is? I mean…it’s death. A fat Jew from Long Island with a grotesque accent who sold drugs and ate steak and did nothing of note like whatsoever. That was his life. shows up with his bags after his father threw him out of their home. Finally. I should totally direct movies. DENNIS: I just can’t believe this. I would be like one of the greatest movie makers of all time. and Wally was like. fanatical and bullying. I feel totally high on fear. I’m like. Death. he states that he should call his girlfriend. I wanna like go to cooking school in Florence. It’s so incredibly heavy. man.a. Like if you take the average person with the average sensibility or sense of humor or the way they look at the world and what thoughts they have or what they think.” a. “Denny. the play depicts two days in the lives of three college-age Upper West Siders who are from wealthy families but are living in doped-up squalor. handsome. I’m like—I don’t even know what to do with myself. Then he wonders if he could get a different girl to come over to give him a blowjob. “The Fat Man”) and goes through a stream of consciousness speech in which he ponders death. you are the only white friend I have who I can take uptown and hang out with my friends and not be embarrassed. what he wants to do with his life. his father's success. on next page) . I mean that was it.k.” Because I just go up there and hang out with them and like get them so much more stoned than they’ve ever been in their life and like am completely not intimidated by them at all. high on fear. temporarily. there’s just no comparison at all. very athletic…quick. it’s like so much heavier than like ninety-five percent of the shit you deal with in the average day that constitutes your supposed life. You know? But if we had been doing those speedballs last night we could both be dead now. or like go into show business. Period. and his mother's emasculating behavior. it’s like so completely bizarre. At the end of the monologue. Or like an actor or like a director. Dennis is 21 and living in his own apartment on New York City’s Upper West Side. “Stuey. And it’s not like I even liked the guy that much. In this monologue. Plus I am like so much better at sports than anyone I know except Wally and those big black basketball players. you know? I just knew him. man. but I totally played with those guys and completely earned their respect. man. and it’s like so totally off to the side it’s like completely ridiculous. I don’t know.

because I don’t have to take any of the shit I see all my male friends taking from their fuckin’ girlfriends. That’s how I fight with Valerie. and my mother is freaking out because she’s working fourteen hours a day because they cut the money out of all her programs and she’s totally predicting major inner city catastrophe in years to come. but it’s not true at all. I mean all he does is fuckin’ lord it over everybody man. man.” (Cont. “Eddie. And like you guys think I’m like totally confident and on top of it.” She just tramples him. I am completely stoned out of my mind on fear. because he toally knows that he’s like a complete living genius and so he’s like. She’s like. over all my brothers and sisters and like all his fuckin’ assistants and his dealers and agents and like all these fuckin’ celebrities who buy his art.THIS IS OUR YOUTH (Dennis). PART TWO DENNIS: I’m high on fear. nobody gives a shit if you have to pee: You always have to pee. My fuckin’ mother is so fuckin’ harsh and wildly extreme that I just got trained to snap back twice as hard the minute anybody starts to fuck with me. “No matter what you do it doesn’t matter. because all you do is sell a bunch of paintings to like one percent of the population and I’m out there every day like. leave the room. because it’s got nothing to do with anybody but rich people. saving children’s lives and trying to help real people who are being destroyed by Ronald Reagan — So whatever you do and however famous you are it’s just a total tissue of conceit. you’re an asshole. Like the minute we get into an argument whatever she says to me I just double it and totally get in her face until she backs down or has to like. and she completely has his balls in a vice. man. so shut up. on next page) . She’s like. Eddie. And it completely works too. or like the shit my father takes from my mother. “Why should I spend two minutes talking to anybody I don’t want to?” Except now he’s like torturing everyone constantly because he basically never doesn’t have to pee.

I am so fuckin’ scared right now. (Pause. and all he can do is torture her from like a totally weaker position. She told my sister I had beautiful eyes. . Warren. You have totally fucked me up.) That is so fuckin’ scary.THIS IS OUR YOUTH (Dennis). so he’s just totally in her power. you know? Instead of absolutely nowhere. they’re sick. and she’s like laughing in his face. Like if I look people in the eye. by the way. She really likes me. Maybe I should call that girl Natalie and see if she'll come over and give me a blowjob.) I do have totally amazing eyes. How emblematic of your personality is it that you walk into a room for ten minutes and break the exact item calculated to wreak the maximum possible amount of havoc. They’re a completely amazing. man. I am so keyed up. My family is sick. I should totally ban you from my house. forever. to be looking ahead like five years and not knowing whether you’re still gonna be here? You can totally see why people are religious. man. I wish Valerie was here. I can’t shut up. unique shape. Like most people with my kind of eyes aren’t shaped like this at all. like nine out of ten people can’t even hold my gaze. My eyes are like totally intense and direct. Like gone. You think your fuckin’ father is crazy? What is like everywhere he went total strangers worshipped him as a god? Wait till his health starts to go. (Pause. (Pause. no matter where you are? You’re a total troublemaker. PART THREE She just makes total emasculated mincemeat out of him and the only thing he can do to fight back is go fuck some twenty year old groupie. man. only now he can’t do that anymore because he’s so sick.) I gotta call my girlfriend. what does that feel like. Can you imagine what that’s like? Like seriously. I mean how much better would it be to think you’re gonna be somewhere.

he’s just so freaked out of his mind that he did so well. he’s been trying to literally pound his life back into shape. man.” After learning of his friend’s death. indifferently adjusted friend Warren has impulsively stolen $15. Warren Stroub.) You and all your friends from the Upper West Side who went to that fuckin’ school where they think it’s gonna cripple you for life if they teach you how to spell? (Pause. But it’s not really going too well.This is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan Set in 1982. Warren contemplates the words of his abusive father. the play depicts two days in the lives of three college-age Upper West Siders who are from wealthy families but are living in doped-up squalor. and got a house on the Park without any help from anyone. and made a fortune in this incredibly tough racket. WARREN: It is sort of amazing that one of us actually died. and it all blew up in his face anyway. And the only difference between you and them is my money…It’s like a big fuckin’ safety net. because he’s totally by himself. 19. “Do you know how bad you guys would have to fuck up before anything really serious ever happened to you? (Pause. But when he was at the height of his powers. You know? (Pause.) You know? . because your sister fell right through it.) So…for the last nine years. man.” (Pause. just in business with criminals.000 from his father. and how his father came to be the way he is. he totally lost control of his own daughter. and he never felt bad for anyone who couldn’t do the same thing.) Do you know what happens to other kids who do the kind of shit you guys do? They die.) It’s like my Dad’s always saying. and she ended up getting beaten to death by some guy from the world next door to us. an abusive lingerie tycoon who is "not a criminal. (Pause. but you can’t stretch it too far. And there was nothing he could do about it. Like he did this great enterprising thing for himself and his family. Drug-dealer Dennis’ hero-worshipping.) But the fact is. his sister's brutal death. (Pause.

fanatical and bullying.--Sushi.This is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan Set in 1982. Frank Zappa. you little fuckin’ hero-worshipping little fag. temporarily. my pot. Ernst Lubitch. You’re gonna remember your youth as like a gray stoned haze punctuated by a series of beatings from your Dad. DENNIS: Yeah. and like. I’m like a one-man youth culture for you pathetic assholes. and I’m providing you schmucks with such a crucial service. “Grungy. handsome. because you scraped all the resin out of your pipes? And you bitch about the fact that along the way I turn a little profit? You should thank God you ever met me. very athletic…quick. boxer shorts. Dennis agrees to let Warren stay. I turned you onto The Honeymooners. but laces into him when he complains about Dennis’ demand for the money owed him for past drug purchases. Plus I’m developing valuable entrepreneurial skills for my future. all the time. for when you’re fuckin’ old. like hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth. God damn. my jokes. . the play depicts two days in the lives of three college-age Upper West Siders who are from wealthy families but are living in doped-up squalor.” His parents (famous painter father and social activist mother) pay his rent to keep him from living at home and he makes his money by selling drugs. Plus I’m like providing you with precious memories of your youth. shows up with his bags after his father threw him out of their home. all of you. Dennis is 21 and living in his own apartment on New York City’s Upper West Side. and I always smoke pot with you. All you do is imitate me. So why shouldn’t I make some money offa you? You fuckin’ guys like gripe at me all the time. I’m like the basis of half your personality. You know how much pot I’ve thrown out the window for you guys in the middle of the night when you’re wandering around the street like junkies looking for half a joint so you can go to sleep. One of his customers: a nineteen-year-old misfit named Warren.

features. there..) I—I don’t chase people. (Beat. He is exhausted from working the same job.) . Like you don’t wanna.. But it’s an ass kicker.. and I don’t let the work get me down. but it’s work. There’s something more Italian about you than those Guatemalan chicks I see all the time.. Red interior. bad lighting. You’re a different branch of the Spanish speaking world. filth. Argentina. A bus stop. noise.. you look into their eyes and it’s like looking into an infinite tunnel going into this deep ancient place and all you can see is this dark alphabet spelling words and feelings you can’t read.) I’ve got an old T-bird... I have my pride. I imagine.. Hard to have a lotta pride when you’re waiting for a bus.. like I said.. cut me up on some Mayan pyramid and offer my heart to some jealous horrible god. JOHN: There’s something I have to tell you. Where is your home? Where? Oh... cat crap. you don’t know what their minds are doing.. and eyes that really penetrate.) That makes sense. A friendliness. looks like we’re stuck in this Dickensian hell forever. Your eyes aren’t so.. Pride’s very important these days... I guess. I don’t think they’re gonna pass a hike in the minimum wage. A sparkle. they’re kinda smaller. But you’re different. But you don’t look like a lot of the Spanish speakers at the plant. ‘Specially when you’re working a crap job like we are. Five PM.. on next pg... That’s why I feel weird. You’re from a Spanish speaking country. well. you know. Wanna? I’m John. You’ve probably seen it in the lot. You’re not gonna do that! There’s a frightening.. primitive distance I feel with the other Spanish speakers at work.. like a slave labor camp. hi. I could drive you.(Catching his breath. JOHN comes running up to her. dark.... Present day.. they have more Indian... I swallowed my pride and ran all the way out here chasing you to ask if I could drive you home in my ancient but very cool T-bird.... hi. hi. I don’t chase people. I mean... huh? The conditions in that place.187 by Jose Rivera The City of Industry. low pay: it’s immoral is what it is. unfathomable. A Sophia Loren kinda quality. (Cont... you know. I guess. you know? Chasing you... I have my pride.. Which I rebuilt myself.. uh.. You’re not like them. There’s light in that tunnel.. She’s exhausted after working an eight hour day in a factory. Something I can recognize and read. You are. It’s right over. He’s run a long distance. ALEJANDRA waits for a bus. Twenty trillion mules. some gulag... I’m sorry. (Smiles. Dust. CA. Original everything—except the engine. Not much of it left..

no degrees. You see old people running pretty fast! I’d laugh—I would—I’d laugh watching those pretty legs running from the INS like a dog. is that I live here.. PART TWO----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Whoa. And you don’t. And I don’t have anything. It’s not nice. Thought if you spent a little time in my car as I drove you home you could tell me aboutyour world and I’d be able to enjoy that light a few extra minutes. . I guess it’s the only power I thought I had over you. honey? You have that green card? You have a right to be standing here waiting for my bus? Using up my roads and my housing? I’ve seen it happen before—I’ve seen the company call Immigration every time there’s a little agitation at the plant. I don’t want you to wear yourself out taking four buses every day. no family. no politics: just a pathetic old car my older brothergave me ‘cause he felt sorry for me. You—you— brought up sex and love. You don’t have to.. It warms me. I’m American. I live in a pit. (Slight beat. I know you’re not Sophia Loren.. I guess. back up. And you’re not. I’m offering you something good in your completely crappy day.) The only thing I have. Latin Americans don’t corner the market on feelings! Yeah. I don’t want to see you breaking your back any more than you have to. Forget that. I’m not from the 1950s when no didn’t mean jack to a man. all these eyeless creatures digging in the crap of the world looking for their love and their sex. I’ve seen it. I know what "pendejo" means: you can’t call me that ‘cause I ain’t one! (Slight beat. I have this country and its laws. You can do that. I don’t know. Union talk. Unhappy workers. You have that much you could hold over me. that’s fine. You have your papers. No money. I don’t mean to make threats to you. I’m not the kind to do that.Idiota? That doesn’t sound like a compliment! Who’s talking about love anyway? I just wanna drive you home in my car. I live among the moles and shrews and earthworms. (Beat. Just want to say hello. That much.. And I guess I don’t even have that. You say no it’s no. I thought I could live on that a few extra minutes a day. To keep me from suffocating in the darkness. Sounding like a Nazi ass. not me! I have feelings too. (Slight beat.) I’m sorry. whose laughter I’ve heard louder and clearer than all the sounds of all the machinery in that damn plant. The place goes crazy when those agents appear.) I was drawn to the light reflected in your eyes.) Because I live in darkness. I didn’t imply anything else.187. You’re the one person I’ve seen in a year in this city that’s got more than survival on their minds. I don’t get enough of that light in my life.

I prosper: Now. with a letter EDMUND: Thou. Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well. within a dull. Scene ii. Nature. art my goddess. Enter EDMUND. stand up for bastards! .--legitimate! Well. For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact. Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops. Legitimate Edgar. and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me. I grow. if this letter speed. in the lusty stealth of nature. My mind as generous. take More composition and fierce quality Than doth. my legitimate. The Earl of Gloucester's castle. stale. to thy law My services are bound. As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base. tired bed. and my shape as true.KING LEAR — Act I. I must have your land: Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund As to the legitimate: fine word. And my invention thrive. gods. then. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom. base? Who. Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate.

And 'tis my hope to end successfully. He that knows better how to tame a shrew. as we watch these kites That bate and beat and will not be obedient. Scene i. To make her come and know her keeper's call. Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. My falcon now is sharp and passing empty. to watch her. This way the coverlet. For then she never looks upon her lure. PETRUCHIO: Thus have I politicly begun my reign. Another way I have to man my haggard. And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour. She eat no meat to-day. And here I'll fling the pillow. there the bolster.THE TAMING OF THE SHREW — Act IV. nor none shall eat. Petruchio’s country house. and amid this hurly I intend That all is done in reverend care of her. And in conclusion she shall watch all night: And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl And with the clamour keep her still awake. another way the sheets: Ay. some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed. nor to-night she shall not. And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged. That is. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness. Last night she slept not. As with the meat. Exit .

fie. Even till now. do I love her. let her brother live! Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. to catch a saint. Once stir my temper. what's this? Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted. Scene ii. Do as the carrion does. Corrupt with virtuous season. that. even from thy virtue! What's this. A room in Angelo’s house. Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary And pitch our evils there? O. but this virtuous maid Subdues me quite. Exit . That I desire to hear her speak again. art and nature. Can it be That modesty may more betray our sense Than woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough. With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerous Is that temptation that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet. When men were fond. Angelo? Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good? O. not as the flower.MEASURE FOR MEASURE — Act II. who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That. fie. ANGELO: From thee. lying by the violet in the sun. I smiled and wonder'd how. What. And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on? O cunning enemy. fie! What dost thou. With all her double vigour. or what art thou.

and we did buffet it With lusty sinews. and Cassius is A wretched creature and must bend his body. Ye gods. Cassius. it cried 'Give me some drink. so indeed he did. I was born free as Caesar. And when the fit was on him. as Aeneas. The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores. so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. Caesar cried 'Help me.' As a sick girl. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life. and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he: For once. A public place. I did mark How he did shake: 'tis true. upon a raw and gusty day. Alas. He had a fever when he was in Spain. now Leap in with me into this angry flood. Scene ii. I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. our great ancestor. Well. Brutus. for my single self. But ere we could arrive the point proposed. honour is the subject of my story. As well as I do know your outward favour. or I sink!' I. And this man Is now become a god. His coward lips did from their colour fly. and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books. it doth amaze me . And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan: Ay. Titinius. The torrent roar'd.JULIUS CAESAR — Act I. Caesar said to me 'Darest thou. Accoutred as I was. but. so were you: We both have fed as well. CASSIUS: I know that virtue to be in you. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. I plunged in And bade him follow. Cassius. Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear. this god did shake. And swim to yonder point?' Upon the word.

A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. .

ache.MEASURE FOR MEASURE — Act III. and go we know not where. and to rot. . Scene i CLAUDIO: Ay. but to die. and the dilated spirit To bathe in fiery floods. And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling—'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathèd worldly life That age. or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbèd ice. This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod. and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death. To be imprisoned in the viewless winds. penury. To lie in cold obstruction.

faith.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot. Warwick and Talbot. the greater share of honour. Westmoreland. my coz. and if to live. The fewer men. He that shall live this day. Salisbury and Gloucester.HENRY V — Act IV. Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by. his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. God's will! I pray thee. wish not one man more. Let him depart. It yearns me not if men my garments wear. But we in it shall be remember'd. do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it. wish not a man from England: God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king. Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named. Scene iii KING HENRY V: If we are mark'd to die. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day. and see old age. and comes safe home. Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost. would share from me For the best hope I have. Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours. And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. *This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day. we are enow To do our country loss. And rouse him at the name of Crispian. . But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Bedford and Exeter. From this day to the ending of the world. Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour. O. That he which hath no stomach to this fight. By Jove. through my host. I am the most offending soul alive. No. This story shall the good man teach his son. methinks. I am not covetous for gold.

Luxurious. It weeps. And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. In my voluptuousness: your wives. be he ne'er so vile. could not fill up The cistern of my lust. This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here. and my desire All continent impediments would o'erbear That did oppose my will: better Macbeth Than such an one to reign. we band of brothers. for all this. we happy few. Scene iii MALCOLM: Be not offended: I speak not as in absolute fear of you. MACBETH — Act IV. yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before. black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow. Your matrons and your maids. false. your daughters. By him that shall succeed… It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted That. being compared With my confineless harms… I grant him bloody. and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb. When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head. none. For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother. Or wear it on my sword. and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds: I think withal There would be hands uplifted in my right. . when they shall be open'd. deceitful. smacking of every sin That has a name: but there's no bottom. avaricious. I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. And here from gracious England have I offer Of goodly thousands: but.We few. it bleeds. Sudden. malicious. More suffer and more sundry ways than ever.

She could not sway her house. yet. . And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus. SEBASTIAN SEBASTIAN: This is the air. Where's Antonio. His counsel now might do me golden service. Olivia’s garden. Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance. and there I found this credit. if 'twere so. then? I could not find him at the Elephant: Yet there he was. Scene iii. that is the glorious sun. all discourse.TWELFTH NIGHT — Act IV. command her followers. For though my soul disputes well with my sense. I do feel't and see't. discreet and stable bearing As I perceive she does: there's something in't That is deceiveable. Take and give back affairs and their dispatch With such a smooth. That he did range the town to seek me out. This pearl she gave me. That I am ready to distrust mine eyes And wrangle with my reason that persuades me To any other trust but that I am mad Or else the lady's mad. but no madness. That this may be some error. But here the lady comes. Yet 'tis not madness.