To Be or Not to Be Page #3

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Is he suffering very much?

- Yes, he had to break his silence.

He couldn't bear it any longer?

- No, he couldn't.

Poor little thing.

- He's just a mere boy.

Oh, no. - What's he want

you to do, adopt him?

He's dying to see me,

even if it's just for a minute.

Of course I won't. Definitely not.

Yet, I don't like to be rude to him.

I think it's a mistake to ignore people

who admire one and buy the tickets...

Darling, don't waste any more time

with excuses.

If you want to see him,

see him while he's still young.

Yes, I think I owe it to my public.

Dear Lieutenant...

Wait till you see him, Anna.

Unfortunately my time

is completely taken up.

But if you insist on seeing me,

come back to my dressing room...

when Hamlet goes into his soliloquy,

"To be or not to be."

How does it sound?

- Safe.

"O heavy burden!"

"I hear him coming.!

"Let's withdraw, my lord."

"To be, or not to be.."

"That is..."

"That is the question."

"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer"

"The slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune...

"Or to take arms..."

Thank you, Mrs. Tura, for receiving me.

If you knew how I was looking forward

to this moment...

And now you're probably disappointed.

- Mrs. Tura.

Please sit down.

- Thank you.

So you are the gentleman that sent me

those lovely flowers. Thank you.

Somehow, I pictured you quite differently

as a dignified old gentleman.

And now I see you...

I wonder if it was the right thing

to ask you back here.

You see, I never see strangers

in my dressing room.

But you are no stranger to me.

I've seen you in everything you've played.

I'll never forget how I laughed

when I saw you as Kiki.

Some people thought I was funny.

But you certainly weren't funny

when you played Lady Macbeth.

Thank you.

- I was really scared of you that night.

Of poor little me? I wouldn't hurt a fly.

Or a goldfish. By the way, how is he?

Who? - The goldfish.

What goldfish?

- The one you're so attached to.

You see, I read all your interviews.

Oh, yes, of course.

When I saw that picture of you

at the farm, behind the plough...

By the way, where was that?

- In The Chronicle.

No, I mean, where is the farm?

No, I think we've talked

much too much about me.

Tell me about yourself.

There isn't much to tell.

I just fly a bomber.

How perfectly thrilling.

I don't know about its being thrilling,

but it's quite a bomber.

You may not believe it, but I can drop

three tons of dynamite in two minutes.

Really?

- Does that interest you?

It certainly does.

I don't want to overstep myself,

but I'll take a chance.

Would you permit me

to show you my plane?

Maybe.

- When shall I call for you?

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