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    = PROFESSOR GUTGRINDER Kenneth Benda PROFESSOR BONEBREAKER Alex McCrindle PROFESSOR TONGUETWISTER Stephen Williams PROFESSOK FLYSWATTER Peter Needham PROFESSOR THICKSTICK Kenneth Mackintosh PROFESSOR APELARD Colin Fay Other adults ‘THE MASKED MAN il i DR LEMONADE Dane Toma DR PROCRUSTES ‘Alan Hay REVEREND BALDBELLY Pitt Wilkinson FASTCRAWLER, the school porter ‘Alan Hay FRIEND ZIEG (named GOAT in this text) Glyn Grain LOCKSMITH Pict Wilkinson UNCLE PROBST Peter Rocca Directed by Bill Bryden ‘The action takes place in 2 provincial town in Germany, 1891-1892, Act One. SCENE ONE Lising room. WENDLA. Why have you made my dress so long, mother? FRAU BERGMANN, You're fourteen today. WENDLA. I'd rather not have been fourteen if I'd known you'd make my dress 50 long. FRAU BERGMANN. Your dress isn’t too long, Wendl, Whatnext? ‘Can I help ic if my child is four inches taller every spring? A. ‘grown girl can't still go round dressed like a litte princess. WENDLA. At least the litte princess's dress suits me better than ‘this nightshirt, Let me wear it once more, mother. One more long summer. Fourteen or fifteen, that's still soon enough for this sackcloth. Let's keep ic rill my next birthday. I'd only trip over the braid and tear it. FRAU BERGMANN. I don’t know what | should say. I'd willingly keep you exactly as you are, darling, Other girls are stringy or plump at your age. You're not. Who knows what ‘you'll be ike when they're grown up? WENDLA. Who knows ~ perhaps I won't be anything anymore. FRAU BERGMANN. Child, child, where d'you get these ideas? WENDLA. Don't, mummy. Don't be sad. FRAU BERGMANN (kisses ber). My precious. WENDLA. They come to me in the evening when I can’t sleep. Icdoesn't make me the least bit sad, and | go to sleep better then. Is ita sin to think about such things, mother? FRAU BERGMANN. Go and hang the sackcloth in the wardrobe. Put your little princess dress on again and God bless you. When I gee a moment I'l sew a broad flounce round the bottom, ‘WENDLA (banging tbe dress in the wardrobe). No, Vd rather ‘even be twenty than that... .! 2 SPRING AWAKENING ‘ugh co thank God that carly one morning Your peck doce’ tp the sleeves off her des and coms to ce Ei fl lighe with no shoes and scockings on! Whe [wens ry SCENE TWO Senday ooning MELCHIOR. i's too boring. 1g sig | give wp, OTTO, Then well all have So done your home. FTO, Tex weal veto sop! Hv you done you MELCHIOR. Ge on playing! MORITZ, Whete se you ping? MELCHIOR, Walking. GEORG. ei be da sont ROBERT. Have you done your homework area MELCHIOR. Why shouldnt walk nthe dai ERNST. Central Amerie! Lous the fftcemh Sint vee of Homeri Seven quadratic equations! MELCHIOR. Damned homewort GEORG. nly the Latin say was’ wanted tomorow! 7. You cant think of anything mthoue ‘getting in the way! ete coe ate OTTO. Im ging home GEORG. And me, Homework! ERNST. And me, and me OBERT. "Night. Malco. MELCHIOR. Seep wall They all go except MORITZ and MELCHIOR, ‘ACT ONB SCENE TWO MELCHIOR. I'd like to know exactly what we're in this world for! MORITZ, School makes me wish I was a cart horse! What do we {0 to school for? To be examined! And why are we examined? ‘So we can fail. Seven have got to fail because the next class is ‘only big enough for sixty. ~ I've felt so odd since Christmas «+O hell, if it wasn't for papa I'd pack my things tonight and sign on board a ship. MELCHIOR. Let's talk about something else, They walk, ‘MORITZ, Look at that cat with its tail poking up in the airt ‘MELCHIOR. D'you believe in omens? ‘MORITZ, Don’t really know. Ie came from over there. It's nothing, ‘MELCHIOR. In my opinion that’s the Charybdis people fall into ‘when they try to rise out of the Scylla of religious superstition. Let's sit under this beech. The warm wind’s Blowing over the mountains, I'd like to bea litdle animal that’s rocked and — swayedin the tops of che tres the whole night. ‘MORITZ, Undo your waistcoat, Melchior. ‘MELCHIOR. O, the way the wind blows your clothes! ‘MORITZ, God, it’s geting pitch dark, you can’t sce a hand stuck up in front of you. Where are you, actually? — Melchior, don't you also think that man's sense of shame is just a product of his education? ‘Te MELCHIOR. I was thinking about that the other day. It seems to me, atleast, it’s deeply rooted in human nature. For example, suppose you had to completely strip off in front of your best time, ~ But then perhaps it's all just a question of whatever happens to be in good taste. MORITZ. I've aleeady decided when 1 have children P'l lee hem ‘sleep together in the same room, in the same bed if posible — boys and girls. I'l let them help each other to dress and “undress morning and night, and when it’s hot the boys and the girls will both wear nothing all day excepr a white wollen tunic and a leather belt. I think that then when they grow up they won't be as tense as most of us are. Atene }} 4 SPRING AWAKENING. ‘MELCHIOR. I'm sure of itt The only question is, what abour ‘when the girls have babies? MORITZ. Why have babies? ‘MELCHIOR. I believe in a definite instinct in these things. For ‘example, suppose you keep two eats ~ a tom and a bitch — shut up together from when they're kitcens. You keep them away from all contact with the outside world so they've only {got their instincts left. Sooner or later the cat will become pregnant, even though they had no example to follow. MORITZ. With animals that must finally happen by itself, MELCHIOR. Even more so with men I think! Listen, Moriz, when your boys are sleeping in the same bed with your gitls, ‘and suddenly they feel their frst masculine itch — I'll take a bet with anyone that ‘MORITZ, You may be right. But still. MELCHIOR. And I'm suic it would be just the same with the girls! Not that girls actually ~ obviously one ean't speak definitely — but at least you can surmise — and their natural curiosity would do the rest! ‘MORIT2, By the way, I've gor a question. MELCHIOR, What? ‘MORITZ, But you will answer? ‘MELCHIOR. Of course! ‘MORITZ. Promise! MELCHIOR. My hand on ie. Well, Moritz? ‘MORITZ, Have you really done your homework? MELCHIOR. Come on, you ean tell ine. There's no one else here MORITZ, OF course, my children will have to work all day in the farm or the garden ~ or play games that ate good for theit bodies. Riding, gymnastics, eimbing ~ and certainly no sleeping on soft beds like us, We'ce terribly weak. I don't believe you'd ever have dreams if you slept on a hard bed, MELCHIOR. From now till after the harvest I'm only going to sleep in my hammock. I've put my bed away. It folds up .. . Last winter | dreamed 1 whipped our Rufus 50 long he ccouldn’t move. That’s the worst thing I've dreamed. — Why are you staring at me like that? ‘MORITZ, Have you already felt i? MELCHIOR. What? ‘ACT ONE SCENE TWO. 5 MORITZ. How you ssid. (MELCHIOR. The masculine itch? ‘MORITZ, thm. MELCHIOR. And how! MORITZ, Me too. MELCHIOR. I've been able co for along time, Almost a year ‘MORITZ, Ic was like being struck by lightning. MELCHIOR. Did you have a dream? MORITZ, But only very short — some legs in bright blue ballet ‘tights climbing over the teacher's desk or at any rate I thought they wanted t0 climb over ~ I only caught a glimpse. MELCHIOR. Georg Zirnschnicz dreamed about his mother MORITZ, Did he tel you thae? MELCHIOR. Out on Hangman's Hill. MORITZ. If you knew what I've gone through since that night! MELCHIOR. Bad conscience? MORITZ. Bad conscience? Fear. of deatht— MELCHIOR: My Goi MORITZ. {thought I was incurable. I believed I was sufferi from an internal defect. Inthe end I only quietened down ‘when I started to write my Memoirs. Yes, yes, Melchior, the last three weeks have been a Golgotha to me. MELCHIOR. f was more or les all set fo it. flex bit ash Buc that was all — MORITZ, And you're almost « whole year younger than met ‘MELCHIOR. I shouldn't give i another thought, Moritz, In my ‘experience there isn't set age for the first time these feelings turn up. You know that tall Lamamermeier withthe blond hair ind hooked nose? He's three years older than me. Hainschen Rilow says he still dreams about appletart and usta — MORIT?. Chuck it, Melchior, how can Hinschen Rilow know? ‘MELCHIOR. He asked him. ‘MORITZ, He asked him? I wouldn't dare esk anyone, ‘MELCHIOR. You just asked me. ‘MORITZ. Good Lord, yes! Perhaps Hinschen also wrote his ‘Las Will! The games they play wich usl And we're supposed to begrateful I don’c remember ever wanting that sore of 6 SPRING AWAKENING excitement! Why couldn't I just sleep in peace ull it was all ‘over? My poor parents could have had a hundred better children than me, But I came, I don't know how, and then it's ‘my fault | didn’t stay away! Haven't you ever thought about that, Melchior, exactly how we came into this madhouse? MELCHIOR. You don't even know that, Moritz? MORITZ, How should I! I see how hens lay eggs, and I hear ‘mother's supposed to have carvied me under her heart! Is that ‘enough? And I remember that when I was five I was already ‘embarrassed when anyone turned up the Queen of Hearts with the low-cut dress. That feeling’s gone. But now I can't even speak to a girl without something I ought to be ashamed of coming into my head and — 1 swear to you, Melchior — I don't know wba, MELCHIOR. 1" cell you everything. ! got ic party from books, ‘partly from illustrations, partly from looking at nature. You'll bbe surprised. tt turned me into an atheist. I've already told Georg Zirnschnica! He wanted to tell Hinschen Rilow, but ‘he'd already had it from his governess when he was a kid, MORITZ, I've gone through the encyclopaedia from A to Z. Words — nothing but words, words! Not one single staight- forward explanation. O this feeling of shame! What good is an ‘encyclopaedia if it doesn't answer the fitst questions about lite? MELCHIOR. Have you ever seen two dogs running tcross the street? MORITZ, No! You'd better not tell me now, Melchior. I've got to face Central America and Louis the fifteenth! As well as sixty verses of Homer, seven quadeatic equations, the Latin essay ~ 1'd just get into hot water with everyone again tomorrow, ‘When you have to study like a cart horse you must be as docile and stupid as a donkey. MELCHIOR. Come back to my room, In thtee quarters of an hhour I'll do the Homer, the equations, and rwo essays. Il decorate yours with a few simple mistakes, and the ball's in the hole! Mother will make us some more lemonade and we'll Ihave a pleasant chat sbout reproduction, ‘MORITZ, 1 can‘e I can’t have a pleasant chat about reproduction, If you want to do me a favour give me some written, ‘AGT ONE SCENE TWO 7 ee eee Sere Fear Sateen ee eae earee seme rs te : aS Sees Sor ee nee ee cae oe a ear ee ces mnie a eu, me Feeney peu a. a an ween ae Brann eae ee ee aaa Sera ees sacar tales era tutes eae es eae eres ! SCENE THREE “THEA, WENDLA and MARTHA come along the street arm in erm, ‘MARTHA. How the water gets into your shoes! WENDLA. How the wind blows in your face! ‘THEA. How your heart thumps! m WENDLA. Let's go to the bridge, Ilse said the river's full of trees ‘and kushes. The boys have taken a raft out on the water, They say Melchior Gabor was nearly drowned lastnight. THEA.O tecanovimt ‘MARTHA. Of course he can, ‘WENDLA. If he couldn’t swim he could easily have been drowned! mo oe ‘THEA. Your plait’s coming undone, Martha! Your plait’s coming ‘undone! il (ONE acetal MARTHA. © ~ let it come undone! It annoys me day and night. | mustn’c have short hair like you, I mustn't have natural hair like Wendl, I mustn't have a fringe, { even have to go round ‘the house with it done up — all to please my aunts! WENDLA. Tomorrow I'll bring some scissors to Bible cls, While You recite “Blessed is the man who walks notin the counsel of the wicked” I'l cus it off. MARTHA. For God's sake, Wendla! Papa beats me till 'm ‘rippled and mama locks me up in the coal eellar for three nights ata time, WENDLA. What does he beat you with, Martha? MARTHA, Sometimes | chink they'd miss somet idn't have a disgraceful brat like mel ‘THEA. But, Marcha! WENDLA. And they wouldn't let you thread a bright blue ribbon through the top of your petticoat like us? THEA. Pink satin! Mama insists pink sain goes with my pitch black eyes. MARTHA. Bluc looked so well on me! Mama pulled me out of ‘my bed by my plait. Well ~ 1 fell head first flat on the floor, Ais ies mother comes up to pray with us every evening... WENDLA. if lwas you I'd have run far away long ago, MARTHA. “There You are, see what irl come tol Yes, there you Aare! But she'll learn ~ O, she'll soon learn! Atleast I'll nevey beable to blame my mother when anything goes wrong —" THEA. Hoo hoo! MARTHA. D'you know what my mother meant by that, Thea? THEA. No. Do you, Wendla? WENDLA. I'd have asked her, MARTHA. | lay on the floor and screamed and roared. Then papa comes, Rip ~ petticoat down. I'm our through the door, “There you are! Now I want to go out on the street like that —" WENDLA. But that wasn't true, Marthat MARTHA. I was freezing, 'd got the strect door open. I had to sleep in a sack all night. THEA. | couldn't slep in a sack to save my life! WENDLA. I'd like to sleep in your sack for you once. MARTHA. If only they wouldn't beat me. ing if they ACT ONE SCENE THREE, 9 THEA, But you'd suffocateinit! r MARTHA. Your head's fre. They tie it under your chin. ‘THEA. And then they beat you? - MARTHA. No, Only when i something speci WENDLA. What do they beat you with, Martha? MARTHA. O, whatever they lay thei hands on, Does yo smother maintain it's indecent ro eat bread in bed? they have che pleasure - even though. hye alk toe When tae cen Pte {rom apie de weed in ou roe garden, No one looks afer them but hey grow taland song ~ andthe oes et weaker ‘every summer and hang down on their stems. "EA When hae clon Fe hemo fk pak hae de pink dees pink hone Only che stockings— | stockings pitch black. When I go for a walk I'll et them all along infront of me, What about you, Wendla? WENDLA. D'you already know you'll get some? ‘THEA, Why shouldn't we get some? MARTHA. Aut Eupheri has’ go ny THEA. Goose! Because she's not marre f WENDLA. Aunt Bauer was married three times — and she hasn't t even one. : : MARTHA Ifyou do get some, Wendl, what you want: boys or giels? WENDLA. Boys! Boye ‘THEA. And boys for me! a MARTHA. And me. I'd rather have twenty boys than three girls. THEA. Girls are boring. = MARTHA. If I wasn’t already a gir! I know I wouldn’t want to become one. = — IDLA. That's a matter of taste, Martha, I'm happy becaus yin i Beles me would’ change paces wih ngs son. ~ But | still only want boys! THEA. That's stupid, so stupid, Wendlal ria WENDLA. But surely, child, it must be a thousand times m ‘to be loved by aman than a girl! ‘ot claiming that Herr Palle the Junior = ENDLAOfeane es Pape tc Mumma ere raat got! But Melli has bliss — because she’s got a million ‘more than she had when she was on her own! im iti aaneeaTa es OTA That weed bey, ibeimten oa eee eee ‘Martha! If that’s not pride! pe aa ae nl er seas fla rg ens Meena etn, THEA, He's gor such 2 wonderful head. MARTHA. He makes me think of the you i ARTHA. He makcs me think of the young Alexander going to THEA. O God, Greek history! All| remember is that Socrates lay in a barrel while Alexander sold him a donkey's shadow. ENDLA. I heard he's thie in his lass, i Professor Bonebreaker says he could be first if he NARTHA, He's goa beautiful forehead, but his fiends gor soulful eyes, = ‘THEA. Moritz Sticfel? That 4 asleep. t doormouse, always asleep. MARTHA. I've always found him very nertng celpany ‘THEA. He puts you in a compromising situation everytime you ‘meet, At the Rilow's Children’s Ball he offered me some ‘chocolates. Imagine, Wendla, they were warm and soft I’t that — ? He said they'd been in his trousers too long. WENDI.A What d'you think: Melchior Gabor once told me be lieve in anything ~ not in God, the - hardly in anyching in hs worl he fermen SCENE FOUR Park in front of the Grammar Sebool, MELCHIOR, OTTO, GEORG, ROBERT, HA ton. OTT 'RT, HANSCHEN RILOW, ‘MELCHIOR. D'you know where Moritz Stiefel’s got to? fepe 2] PP UEERR ‘ACT ONE SCENE FOUR uw GEORG. He'll catch it! O, he'll catch itt OTTO, He gocs too far, he'll tip up one day! LAMMERMEIER. God knows I wouldn’t like to be in his shoes now! ROBERT. Impertinence! Disgraceful! MELCHIOR. What — what is i? GEORG. What isi? I'll tell you what itis... LAMMERMEIER. I don't want to be involved. OTTO. Nor me ~ God, no. MELCHIOR. If you don't tell me immediately . .. ROBERT. Its very simple, Moritz Stiefel is burglaring the staff MELCHIOR. The staff com! ‘OTTO. The staff room, Straight after Latin. GEORG, He was last. He stayed behind on purpose. LAMMERMEIER. When I went down the corridor I saw him open the door. ‘MELCHIOR. I'll be damned! LAMMERMEIER. No — he'll be GEORG. They probably forgot the key. ROBERT. Or Moritz carries a skeleton key. ‘OTTO. I wouldn’t put that past him! LAMMERMEIER, He'll be lucky if all he get is detention. ROBERT, I'll go on his report. ‘0, Ifthe governors don't just kick him owt. SCHEN. There he i MELCHIOR. White asa shect. MORITZ comes in in frantic excitement, LAMMERMEIER, Moritz, Moritz, what have you done now! MORITZ, Nothing ~ nothing . ROBERT. You're shaking. MORITZ, With excitement — with happiness —with luck. OTTO, Were you copped? (MORITZ. I've passed! Melchior, I've passed! O now the world, ‘can go to hell! I've passed! Who thought I'd pass? I still can't believe itt I read ic twenty times! I couldn't believe it! © God. it was sill there! Sell here! I've passed! (Smiles,) 1 don't ‘know ~ it’s go funny — the floor's going round ~ Melchior, oF nz SPRING AWAKENING Melchiog if you knew wha: twas like HANSCIIEN, Congrasacons, Mori. Jus be grateful you got tay, MORITZ, You can't ow, Hinchen, you ca’ imagine ther! For thre weeks I crept by that door afte warehe pace hell. And today serach the door was open. Ihinkf soncone had offered mea forune~ nothing o nothing could Ra Stopped mel I sood inthe riddle ofthe room, I pulled the fles open ~ tore through the pages there itil and the whole time... 'm shuddering, MELCHIOR. Ad the whole ne...» MORITZ. The whole time the coor was wide open behind me, 201 gor out ~ how 1 go down the uals Pl neve hea HANSCHEN. Has Ernst Robel sed? MORITZ, O yes, HinschentErtt Rabel pased cool ROBERT. Then you didat read tight. you dost coune the unces then we and you and Rabel make siyroee aed ext clas only holds sxe, MORITZ, I ead ie perfecty lest, Ernst RBbel goes up as well asme ~ of couse atthe manent we're both ony portion Nex: term theyll decide whith of us has to give oop Poe Rabel! God knows 'm not wortied about myseif ow, the been 10 nea the abyss sready, (O1TO. bet ive marks you have give way, MORITZ. You haven’ got i. don't wane t clean you out Lord, 1 work lke slave after this lean tell you sory — 1 don't ear if you believe me = it docurt maceecoyrote 1— I know how tue itis i ade passed fa hae man mmyzelt ROBERT. With a peahoote GEORG. Yellow belly! OTTO. Falke vo see you shoot! LAMMERMEIER. Clip his ear and se what he does MELCHIOR (bts LAMMERMETER), Come on, Mori, Lets go tothe foreste'shut GEORG, You don’ belive tha ibbisht MELCHIOR. Would ic bother you? Lee them chatter, Moric, weil go — out ofthis town! PROFESSORS GUTGRINDER and BONEBREAKER go by. AGT ONE SCENE FOUR B ean feow, Beyond my comprehension my des fellow, Peon ty et en can fe Nias ewe wards peely myeeywost : GUTGRINDER. Beyond mine 00, my dea chap. SCENE FIVE A sunny afternoon, : [MELCHIOR and WENDLA meet each otber in tbe forest. Te eae rae nace on Danae oO serge toe par a ee wen ees WENDLA. Yes, it's me. " eee eso iar eet RAR you come eee a ae eae Hare Cie ore rae SS ne tp atthe lest moment. She docs like climbing 01 eame oo eat een ieee Se Be ae eer salto teria cat area ay mative bein eserare A epee eee see MELCHIOR If youte noc expected, let say be ie ee eee Cpe eee 4 SPRING AWAKENING the sun this morning. ~ I've wanted to ask you something for weeks, Wendl, ‘ & WENDLA But must be home by five. HELCHIOR, We'll go together, I'l carry the basket and wel along the river bed and be on che bridge in ten minutes. When ‘you lic like this with your head propped in your hands you have the srangest ideas... Both are lying under the oak, WENDLA. What did you wane to ask me, Melchior? MELCHIOR. I know you often visi the poor, Wendla, and take them food and clothes and money. Diyou go becteoe you WENDLA Monty the snus mee ly mother sends me, They're poor working-dass families with too many children. Often the man ean’t find work so theyre cold and hungry. We've go lt of lefeorer things lying about in cupboards and drawers, we'll never vse them now. What made you think of that? MELCHIOR. Are you pleased when your mother sends you? WENDLA. 0 very pleased! How can you ask! MELCHIOR. But the children ate dry, the women are sick, Toms are crowded with filth, the men hate xyou don’thave to work See WENDLA. That's not true, ‘even more. MELCHIOR. Why even more, Wendla? WENDLA. 1 goto them cven more. It would give me far more mattress be able wo hep hem. HIOR. $0 you go to the poor to make your WENDLA. gta tham bras theytepoos 'ELCHIOR. And ifit didn’t make you happy you woulda’ WENDLA. Can Ihelpit if makes me happy? nt FP MELCHIOR. And for that you go to heaven! I was right, ve ‘been going over this for s month! Can a miscr help iy, sick children doesn't make him happy? WENDLA. 0, 'm sure it would make you very happy! ‘MELCHIOR. And yet because of that he suffers eternal damnation! Il write an essay and send it co the Reverend Baldbelly. He putall thisin my head! Why does he divelon at felchior. And if it were true I'd go [ACT ONS SCENE FIVE 5 ‘us about the joys of sacrificing yourself for others? If he can’t ‘answer, I'm not going to any more confirmation classes and | won't be conimed \WENDLA, Don't make your poor parents miserable over hat! Le them conf you They dont cut Your head of 1 nor oral hit ee ad your aay ec tre might even ge some fun ou of i weLeb Taek sno eft! The iene seesmes! rch the good enjoying themselves whl the bed tremble Tad goan eT watch you shaking your cul and laughing, ‘Mena Bexgann and call aes me feel as loss a Shceaet Wendl, what di you dream about when You were om the pas by the ream? WENDLAL Nonsente— sly ching.» MELCHIOR, With your eyes open? fl WENDLA. ldreamed I was a poor, poor beggar gt Iwas sent ut on th ets every morning before five had to Deg flor brutal hearess people, all day in the storm and ran, Ahad when f eame hore a ight, shivering with hunger and ‘cold, and when I didn’t have all the money my father ‘wanted, Twas beaten beaten NELEHIOR Tundersand, Wendl. You gett irom lly lrens books {promise you there ares brutal people that any more. WENDLA, no, Melchior, you're wong. Marta Bestel is beaten ight ter night and you ean sce the wel ext day. O what ‘Petfanetffer fe makes me hot when te ells ws bout. Finyberso much 1 often have ery in ny plow inthe Pile ofthe nig Ive been thinking fer months how U can Tap her Pa happily take her place just fr one week. MELCHIOR, The he should be reported immediatly. Then they'd take the child ava. " WENBLA. I haven't ben hit in my whole fe, Melehior ~ not ‘Serronce can hardly imagine what isle tobe beaten Facbeaten mjelfofind ou what e dos to you. Ye must be a horrifying feel svenion. | don bee cver makes child bet WENDLA. Wee MELCHIOR, Being beaten, 16 ‘SPRING AWAKENING WENDLA. Wich chis switch for example, Ugh, how springy and ‘MELCHIOR. That would draw blood, WENDLA. Would you like to beat me with it once? MELCHIOR. Who? WENDLA. Me. ‘MELCHIOR. Whar’s the matter, Wendla? WENDLA. There's no harm in MELCHIOR. O be quiet! I won't beat you. WENDLA. But if Ilex you do it ‘MELCHIOR. No, Wendla. WENDLA. But if I ask you for it, Melchior! ‘MELCHIOR. Are you aut of your mind? WENDLA. I've never been beaten in my whole life! ‘MELCHIOR. If you can ask for something like that ... WENDLA. Please, please! MELCHIOR. I'll teach you to ask! (He bits ber.) WENDLA, 0 God = {don't fee ica all... ELCHIOR. Of course not ~ through all your ski WENDLA. Then beat my let en ourskine ‘MELCHIOR. Wendla! (He bite ber harder.) WENDLA. You're only stroking met Stroking me! MELCHIOR. You wait, you bitch, I'll trash the hide off you! ethroo bec ony and bits ov abr if She bars into terete ether soe Punches a bein fay ay team fon ba fe Netumps ep gn brendan nt eo iis cee Act Two. SCENE ONE Evening in Melcbior's study. ‘The window is open, the lamp burns on the table, MELCHIOR ‘and MORITZ sit on the sofa. ‘MORITZ, I'm quite lively again now, just a bit on edge. But 1 slept all through Greek. I'm surprised old Tonguerwister

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