[Pause.]
I have lived on it … till I’m old.
Old enough.
Listen.
VOICE: [Weakening.] –this time … I’m there … Woburn … it’s him … I’ve seen him … I’ve got him … come on … same old coat … he goes down … falls … falls again … on purpose or not … can’t see … he’s down … that’s what counts … come on–
OPENER: [With VOICE.] Full strength.
VOICE: –face … in the stones … no more sand … all stones … that’s the idea … we’re there … this time … no not yet … he gets up … knees first … hands flat … in the stones … head sunk … then up … on his feet … huge bulk … Woburn … faster … he goes on … he goes down … he–
[Silence.]
MUSIC: [Weakening.]
OPENER: [With MUSIC.] Full strength.
MUSIC:
[Silence.]
OPENER: That’s not all.
I open both.
Listen.
OPENER: From one world to another, it’s as though they drew together. We have not much further to go. Good.
OPENER: Good.
[Pause.]
Yes, correct, the month of May.
You know, the reawakening.
[Pause.]
I open.
VOICE: –no tiller … no thwarts … no oars … afloat … sucked out … then back … aground … drags free … out … Woburn … he fills it … flat out … face in the bilge … arms spread … same old coat … hands clutching … the gunnels … no … I don’t know … I see him … he clings on … out to sea … heading nowhere … for the island … then no more … else–
[Silence.]
MUSIC:
[Silence.]
OPENER: They said, It’s his own, it’s his voice, it’s in his head.
[Pause.]
VOICE: –faster … out … driving out … rearing … plunging … heading nowhere … for the island … then no more … elsewhere … anywhere … heading anywhere … lights–
[Pause.]
OPENER: No resemblance.
I answered, And that …
MUSIC: [Brief.]
[Silence.]
OPENER: … is that mine too?
But I don’t answer any more.
And they don’t say anything any more.
They have quit.
Good.
[Pause.]
Yes, correct, the month of May, the close of May.
The long days.
[Pause.]
I open.
[Pause.]
I’m afraid to open.
But I must open.
So I open.
VOICE: –come on … Woburn … arms spread … same old coat … face in the bilge … he clings on … island gone … far astern … heading out … open sea … land gone … his head … what’s in his head … Woburn–
OPENER: [With VOICE.] Come on! Come on!
VOICE: –at last … we’re there … no further … no more searching … in the dark … elsewhere … always elsewhere … we’re there … nearly … Woburn … hang on … don’t let go … lights gone … of the land … all gone … nearly all … too far … too late … of the sky … those … if you like … he need only … turn over … he’d see them … shine on him … but no … he clings on … Woburn … he’s changed … nearly enough–
[Silence.]
MUSIC:
OPENER: [With MUSIC] God.
MUSIC:
[Silence.]
OPENER: God God.
[Pause.]
There was a time I asked myself, What is it.
There were times I answered, It’s the outing.
Two outings.
Then the return.
Where?
To the village.
To the inn.
Two outings, then at last the return, to the village, to the inn, by the only road that leads there.
An image, like any other.
But I don’t answer any more.
I open.
OPENER: [With VOICE and MUSIC.] As though they had linked their arms.
OPENER: [With VOICE and MUSIC] Good.
OPENER: [With VOICE and MUSIC, fervently.] Good!
CURTAIN
Play
A play in one act
Written in English in late 1962-3. First published in German, as Spiel, in Theater Heute (July 1963). First published in English by Faber and Faber, London, in 1964. First performance was of Spiel, translated by Erika and Elmar Tophoven, at the Ulmer Theater, Ulm-Donau, on 14 June 1963. First performed in Britain by the National Theatre Company at the Old Vic Theatre, London, on 7 April 1964.
Front centre, touching one another, three identical grey urns (see page 319) about one yard high. From each a head protrudes, the neck held fast in the urn’s mouth. The heads are those, from left to right as seen from auditorium, of W2, M and W1. They face undeviatingly front throughout the play. Faces so lost to age and aspect as to seem almost part of urns. But no masks.
Their speech is provoked by a spotlight projected on faces alone (see page 318).
The transfer of light from one face to another is immediate. No blackout, i.e. return to almost complete darkness of opening, except where indicated.
The response to light is immediate.
Faces impassive throughout. Voices toneless except where an expression is indicated.
Rapid tempo throughout.
The curtain rises on a stage in almost complete darkness. Urns just discernible. Five seconds.
Faint spots simultaneously on three faces. Three seconds. Voices faint, largely unintelligible.
[Spots off. Blackout. Five seconds. Strong spots simultaneously on three faces. Three seconds. Voices normal strength.]
[Spots off. Blackout. Five seconds. Spot on W1.]
W1: I said to him, Give her up. I swore by all I held most sacred–
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: One morning as I was sitting stitching by the open window she burst in and flew at me. Give him up, she screamed, he’s mine. Her photographs were kind to her. Seeing her now for the first time full length in the flesh I understood why he preferred me.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: We were not long together when she smelled the rat. Give up that whore, she said, or I’ll cut my throat–[Hiccup.] pardon–so help me God. I knew she could have no proof. So I told her I did not know what she was talking about.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: What are you talking about? I said, stitching away. Someone yours? Give up whom? I smell you off him, she screamed, he stinks of bitch.
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Though I had him dogged for months by a first-rate man, no shadow of proof was forthcoming. And there was no denying that he continued as … assiduous as ever. This, and his horror of the merely Platonic thing, made me sometimes wonder if I were not accusing him unjustly. Yes.
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: What have you to complain of? I said. Have I been neglecting you? How could we be together in the way we are if there were someone else? Loving her as I did, with all my heart, I could not but feel sorry for her.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: Fearing she was about to offer me violence I rang for Erskine and had her shown out. Her parting words, as he could testify, if he is still living, and has not forgotten, coming and going on the earth, letting people in, showing people out, were to the effect that she would settle my hash. I confess this did alarm me a little, at the time.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: She was not convinced. I might have known. I smell her off you, she kept saying. There was no answer to this. So I took her in my arms and swore I could not live without her. I meant it, what is more. Yes, I am sure I did. She did not repulse me.
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Judge then of my astonishment when one fine morning, as I was sitting stricken in the morning room, he slunk in, fell on his knees be
fore me, buried his face in my lap and … confessed.
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: She put a bloodhound on me, but I had a little chat with him. He was glad of the extra money.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: Why don’t you get out, I said, when he started moaning about his home life, there is obviously nothing between you any more. Or is there?
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: I confess my first feeling was one of wonderment. What a male!
[Spot from W1 to M. He opens his mouth to speak. Spot from M to W2.]
W2: Anything between us, he said, what do you take me for, a something machine? And of course with him no danger of the … spiritual thing. Then why don’t you get out? I said. I sometimes wondered if he was not living with her for her money.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: The next thing was the scene between them. I can’t have her crashing in here, she said, threatening to take my life. I must have looked incredulous. Ask Erskine, she said, if you don’t believe me. But she threatens to take her own, I said. Not yours? she said. No, I said, hers. We had fun trying to work this out.
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Then I forgave him. To what will love not stoop! I suggested a little jaunt to celebrate, to the Riviera or our darling Grand Canary. He was looking pale. Peaked. But this was not possible just then. Professional commitments.
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: She came again. Just strolled in. All honey. Licking her lips. Poor thing. I was doing my nails, by the open window. He has told me all about it, she said. Who he, I said filing away, and what it? I know what torture you must be going through, she said, and I have dropped in to say I bear you no ill-feeling. I rang for Erskine.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Then I got frightened and made a clean breast of it. She was looking more and more desperate. She had a razor in her vanity-bag. Adulterers, take warning, never admit.
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: When I was satisfied it was all over I went to have a gloat. Just a common tart. What he could have found in her when he had me–
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: When he came again we had it out. I felt like death. He went on about why he had to tell her. Too risky and so on. That meant he had gone back to her. Back to that!
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Pudding face, puffy, spots, blubber mouth, jowls, no neck, dugs you could–
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: He went on and on. I could hear a mower. An old hand mower. I stopped him and said that whatever I might feel I had no silly threats to offer–but not much stomach for her leavings either. He thought that over for a bit.
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Calves like a flunkey–
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: When I saw her again she knew. She was looking–[Hiccup.]–wretched. Pardon. Some fool was cutting grass. A little rush, then another. The problem was how to convince her that no … revival of intimacy was involved. I couldn’t. I might have known. So I took her in my arms and said I could not go on living without her. I don’t believe I could have.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: The only solution was to go away together. He swore we should as soon as he had put his affairs in order. In the meantime we were to carry on as before. By that he meant as best we could.
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: So he was mine again. All mine. I was happy again. I went about singing. The world–
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: At home all heart to heart, new leaf and bygones bygones. I ran into your ex-doxy, she said one night, on the pillow, you’re well out of that. Rather uncalled for, I thought. I am indeed, sweetheart, I said, I am indeed. God what vermin women. Thanks to you, angel, I said.
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Then I began to smell her off him again. Yes.
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: When he stopped coming I was prepared. More or less.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Finally it was all too much. I simply could no longer–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Before I could do anything he disappeared. That meant she had won. That slut! I couldn’t credit it. I lay stricken for weeks. Then I drove over to her place. It was all bolted and barred. All grey with frozen dew. On the way back by Ash and Snodland–
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: I simply could no longer–
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: I made a bundle of his things and burnt them. It was November and the bonfire was going. All night I smelt them smouldering.
[Spot off W2. Blackout. Five seconds. Spots half previous strength simultaneously on three faces. Three seconds. Voices proportionately lower.]
[Spots off. Blackout. Five seconds. Spot on M.]
M: When first this change I actually thanked God. I thought, It is done, it is said, now all is going out–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Mercy, mercy, tongue still hanging out for mercy. It will come. You haven’t seen me. But you will. Then it will come.
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: To say I am not disappointed, no, I am. I had anticipated something better. More restful.
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Or you will weary of me.
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: Down, all going down, into the dark, peace is coming, I thought, after all, at last, I was right, after all, thank God, when first this change.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: Less confused. Less confusing. At the same time I prefer this to … the other thing. Definitely. There are endurable moments.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: I thought.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: When you go out–and I go out. Some day you will tire of me and go out … for good.
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Hellish half-light.
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: Peace, yes, I suppose, a kind of peace, and all that pain as if … never been.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: Give me up, as a bad job. Go away and start poking and pecking at someone else. On the other hand–
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Get off me! Get off me!
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: It will come. Must come. There is no future in this.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: On the other hand things may disimprove, there is that danger.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Oh of course I know now–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Is it that I do not tell the truth, is that it, that some day somehow I may tell the truth at last and then no more light at last, for the truth?
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: You might get angry and blaze me clean out of my wits. Mightn’t you?
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: I know now, all that was just … play. And all this? When will all this–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Is that it?
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: Mightn’t you?
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: All this, when will all this have been … just play?
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: I can do nothing … for anybody … any more … thank God. So it must be something I have to say. How the mind works still!
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: But I doubt it. It would not be like you somehow. And you must know I am doing my best. Or don’t you?
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Perhaps they have become friends. Perhaps sorrow–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: But I have said all I can. All you let me. All I-
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: Perhaps sorrow has brought them together.
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: No doubt I make the same mistake as when it was the sun that s
hone, of looking for sense where possibly there is none.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Perhaps they meet, and sit, over a cup of that green tea they both so loved, without milk or sugar not even a squeeze of lemon–
[Spot from M to W2.]
W2: Are you listening to me? Is anyone listening to me? Is anyone looking at me? Is anyone bothering about me at all?
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Not even a squeeze of–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: Is it something I should do with my face, other than utter? Weep?
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: Am I taboo, I wonder. Not necessarily, now that all danger is averted. That poor creature–I can hear her–that poor creature–
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: Bite off my tongue and swallow it? Spit it out? Would that placate you? How the mind works still to be sure!
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: Meet, and sit, now in the one dear place, now in the other, and sorrow together, and compare–[Hiccup.] pardon–happy memories.
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: If only I could think, There is no sense in this … either, none whatsoever. I can’t.
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: That poor creature who tried to seduce you, what ever became of her, do you suppose?–I can hear her. Poor thing.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: Personally I always preferred Lipton’s.
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: And that all is falling, all fallen, from the beginning, on empty air. Nothing being asked at all. No one asking me for anything at all.
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: They might even feel sorry for me, if they could see me. But never so sorry as I for them.
[Spot from W2 to W1.]
W1: I can’t.
[Spot from W1 to W2.]
W2: Kissing their sour kisses.
[Spot from W2 to M.]
M: I pity them in any case, yes, compare my lot with theirs, however blessed, and–
[Spot from M to W1.]
W1: I can’t. The mind won’t have it. It would have to go. Yes.
[Spot from W1 to M.]
M: Pity them.