| LINDA. |
Willy, darling, you’re
the handsomest man in the world - - |
| WILLY. |
Oh, no, Linda. |
| LINDA. |
To me you are. (Slight
pause.) The handsomest.
From the darkness is heard the laughter of a woman. Willy doesn‘t
turn to it, but it continues through Linda‘s lines. |
| LINDA. |
And the boys, Willy. Few
man are idolized by their children the way you are.
Music is heard as behind a screen, to the left of the hous., The
Woman, dimly seen, is dressing. |
| WILLY. |
(with great feeling)
. You’re the best there is, Linda, you’re a pal, you
know that? On the road - - on the road I want to grab you sometimes
and just kiss the life outa you.
The laughter is loud now, and he moves into a brightening area at
the left, where The Woman has come from behind the screen and is
standing, putting on her hat, looking into a “mirror”
and laughing. |
| WILLY. |
‘Cause I get so lonely
- - especially when business is bad and there’s nobody to
talk to. I get the feeling that I’ll never sell anything again,
that I won’t make a living for you, or a business, a business
for the boys. (He talks through The Woman ‘s subsiding
laughter; The Woman primps at the
“mirror. “) There’s so much I want to make
for - - |
| THE
WOMAN. |
Me? You didn’t make
me, Willy. I picked you. |
| WILLY. |
(pleased). You
picked me? |
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