It’s dat damn sailor fallar learn you bad tangs. That’s what your taking me to sea has done for me. ![]() Dat ain’t nice for young gel, you tank? 13ĪNNA- Excuse me. 12ĬHRIS- Ay wouldn’t never dream- You vas gatting learn to svear. If I ever dreamt you thought that, I’d get the hell out of this barge so quick you couldn’t see me for dust. Say, listen here, you ain’t trying to insinuate that there’s something wrong between us, are you? 10ĬHRIS- No, Anna! No, Ay svear to God, Ay never tank dat! 11ĪNNA- Well, don’t you never think it neither if you want me ever to speak to you again. 9ĪNNA-You said “ain’t right” and you said it funny. 7ĪNNA-I been back on board every night by eleven, ain’t I? Say, look here, what d’you mean by what you yust said? 8ĬHRIS- Nutting but what Ay say, Anna. You go to movies, see show, gat all kinds fun- All with that damn Irish fallar! 5ĪNNA- Oh, for heaven’s sake, are you off on that again? Where’s the harm in his taking me around? D’you want me to sit all day and night in this cabin with you-and knit? Ain’t I got a right to have as good a time as I can? 6ĬHRIS-It ain’t right kind of fun-not with that fallar, no. You go ashore all time, every day and night veek ve’ve been here. ![]() Ay don’t see vhy you don’t like Boston, dough. 4ĬHRIS- Ay’m glad vhen ve sail again, too. Gee, I sure wish we was out of this dump and back in New York. Long time Ay vait for you.” 3ĪNNA- I’m glad someone’s feeling good. He clears his throat and starts to sing to himself in a low, doleful voice: “My Yosephine, come aboard de ship. He pretends to be engaged in setting things ship-shape, but this occupation is confined to picking up some object, staring at it stupidly for a second, then aimlessly putting it down again. His attitude betrays an overwhelming, gloomy anxiety which has him on tenter hooks. CHRIS wanders about the room, casting quick, uneasy side glances at her face, then stopping to peer absentmindedly out of the window. She looks unhappy, troubled, frowningly concentrated on her thoughts. She is not reading but staring straight in front of her. ANNA is seated in the rocking-chair by the table, with a newspaper in her hands. 2Īs the curtain rises, CHRIS and ANNA are discovered. From the harbor and docks outside, muffled by the closed door and windows, comes the sound of steamers’ whistles and the puffing snort of the donkey engines of some ship unloading nearby. It is afternoon of a sunny day about a week later. A dilapidated, wicker rocker, painted brown, is also by the table. A table with two cane-bottomed chairs stands in the center of the cabin. White curtains, clean and stiff, are at the windows. In the right wall, two more windows looking out on the port deck. ![]() In the rear wall, two small square windows and a door opening out on the deck toward the stern. In the far left corner, a large locker-closet, painted white, on the door of which a mirror hangs on a nail. In the rear on the left, a door leading to the sleeping quarters. SCENE-The interior of the cabin on the barge, “SIMEON WINTHROP” (at dock in Boston)-a narrow, low-ceilinged compartment the walls of which are painted a light brown with white trimmings.
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