Plays. Susan Glaspell

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СКАЧАТЬ HALE: (not as if answering that) I wish you'd seen Minnie Foster when she wore a white dress with blue ribbons and stood up there in the choir and sang. (a look around the room) Oh, I wish I'd come over here once in a while! That was a crime! That was a crime! Who's going to punish that?

      MRS PETERS: (looking upstairs) We mustn't—take on.

      MRS HALE: I might have known she needed help! I know how things can be—for women. I tell you, it's queer, Mrs. Peters. We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things—it's all just a different kind of the same thing, (brushes her eyes, noticing the bottle of fruit, reaches out for it) If I was you, I wouldn't tell her her fruit was gone. Tell her it ain't. Tell her it's all right. Take this in to prove it to her. She—she may never know whether it was broke or not.

      MRS PETERS: (takes the bottle, looks about for something to wrap it in; takes petticoat from the clothes brought from the other room, very nervously begins winding this around the bottle. In a false voice) My, it's a good thing the men couldn't hear us. Wouldn't they just laugh! Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a—dead canary. As if that could have anything to do with—with—wouldn't they laugh!

      (The men are heard coming down stairs.)

      MRS HALE: (under her breath) Maybe they would—maybe they wouldn't.

      COUNTY ATTORNEY: No, Peters, it's all perfectly clear except a reason for doing it. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing. Something to show—something to make a story about—a thing that would connect up with this strange way of doing it—

      (The women's eyes meet for an instant. Enter HALE from outer door.)

      HALE: Well, I've got the team around. Pretty cold out there.

      COUNTY ATTORNEY: I'm going to stay here a while by myself, (to the SHERIFF) You can send Frank out for me, can't you? I want to go over everything. I'm not satisfied that we can't do better.

      SHERIFF: Do you want to see what Mrs. Peters is going to take in?

      (The LAWYER goes to the table, picks up the apron, laughs.)

      COUNTY ATTORNEY: Oh, I guess they're not very dangerous things the ladies have picked out. (Moves a few things about, disturbing the quilt pieces which cover the box. Steps back) No, Mrs. Peters doesn't need supervising. For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters?

      MRS PETERS: Not—just that way.

      SHERIFF: (chuckling) Married to the law. (moves toward the other room) I just want you to come in here a minute, George. We ought to take a look at these windows.

      COUNTY ATTORNEY: (scoffingly) Oh, windows!

      SHERIFF: We'll be right out, Mr. Hale.

      (HALE goes outside. The SHERIFF follows the COUNTY ATTORNEY into the other room. Then MRS HALE rises, hands tight together, looking intensely at MRS PETERS, whose eyes make a slow turn, finally meeting MRS HALE's. A moment MRS HALE holds her, then her own eyes point the way to where the box is concealed. Suddenly MRS PETERS throws back quilt pieces and tries to put the box in the bag she is wearing. It is too big. She opens box, starts to take bird out, cannot touch it, goes to pieces, stands there helpless. Sound of a knob turning in the other room. MRS HALE snatches the box and puts it in the pocket of her big coat. Enter COUNTY ATTORNEY and SHERIFF.)

      COUNTY ATTORNEY: (facetiously) Well, Henry, at least we found out that she was not going to quilt it. She was going to—what is it you call it, ladies?

      MRS HALE: (her hand against her pocket) We call it—knot it, Mr. Henderson.

      (CURTAIN)

THE OUTSIDE

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      First performed by the Provincetown Players at the Playwrights' Theatre, December 28, 1917.

      CAPTAIN (of 'The Bars' Life-Saving Station)

      BRADFORD (a Life-Saver)

      TONY (a Portuguese Life-Saver)

      MRS PATRICK (who lives in the abandoned Station)

      ALLIE MAYO (who works for her)

      SCENE: A room in a house which was once a life-saving station. Since ceasing to be that it has taken on no other character, except that of a place which no one cares either to preserve or change. It is painted the life-saving grey, but has not the life-saving freshness. This is one end of what was the big boat room, and at the ceiling is seen a part of the frame work from which the boat once swung. About two thirds of the back wall is open, because of the big sliding door, of the type of barn door, and through this open door are seen the sand dunes, and beyond them the woods. At one point the line where woods and dunes meet stands out clearly and there are indicated the rude things, vines, bushes, which form the outer uneven rim of the woods—the only things that grow in the sand. At another point a sand-hill is menacing the woods. This old life-saving station is at a point where the sea curves, so through the open door the sea also is seen. (The station is located on the outside shore of Cape Cod, at the point, near the tip of the Cape, where it makes that final curve which forms the Provincetown Harbor.) The dunes are hills and strange forms of sand on which, in places, grows the stiff beach grass—struggle; dogged growing against odds. At right of the big sliding door is a drift of sand and the top of buried beach grass is seen on this. There is a door left, and at right of big sliding door is a slanting wall. Door in this is ajar at rise of curtain, and through this door BRADFORD and TONY, life-savers, are seen bending over a man's body, attempting to restore respiration. The captain of the life-savers comes into view outside the big open door, at left; he appears to have been hurrying, peers in, sees the men, goes quickly to them.

      CAPTAIN: I'll take this now, boys.

      BRADFORD: No need for anybody to take it, Capt'n. He was dead when we picked him up.

      CAPTAIN: Dannie Sears was dead when we picked him up. But we brought him back. I'll go on awhile.

      (The two men who have been bending over the body rise, stretch to relax, and come into the room.)

      BRADFORD: (pushing back his arms and putting his hands on his chest) Work—tryin to put life in the dead.

      CAPTAIN: Where'd you find him, Joe?

      BRADFORD: In front of this house. Not forty feet out.

      CAPTAIN: What'd you bring him up here for?

      (He speaks in an abstracted way, as if the working part of his mind is on something else, and in the muffled voice of one bending over.)

      BRADFORD: (with a sheepish little laugh) Force of habit, I guess. We brought so many of 'em back up here, (looks around the room) And then it was kind of unfriendly down where he was—the wind spittin' the sea onto you till he'd have no way of knowin' he was ashore.

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