Desire Under the Elms Page #5

She owns up to what she does.

- Do not compare me with her.

- She don't steal what's mine.

- Yours! You mean my farm.

- The farm you sold yourself for.

Look. Simeon and Peter signed

their shares over to me, all legal.

You'll never see

even a stone belong to you.

Go to the village.

Go to your fat, ugly, old...

Go on, say it. You know the word.

Get out.

I'll get your father to drive you away.

You're only living here

because I let you. Go!

- I hate the sight of you.

- And I hate the sight of you.

Disgraziato!

- You and Eben quarrelling again?

- No.

- You were talking mighty loud.

- If you heard us, why ask?

- I didn't hear what you said.

- It was nothing.

- That Eben's a strange one.

- He's exactly like you.

You think so, Anna?

Eben and me,

we've always fought and fought.

I could never bear him.

He's so soft, like his ma.

- He's about as soft as you are.

- Maybe I've been too hard on him.

You're getting soft,

that's what he was saying.

Eben was saying?

He'd better not do anything to try me

or he'll soon discover how soft I am.

- Pretty, ain't it?

- I do not see anything pretty.

The sky. It feels like

a warm meadow up there.

Are you planning to buy up

over the farm too?

I'd like to own my place up there.

I'm gettin' old, Anna. Ripe on the bough.

It's always Ionesome cold in the house,

even when it's boilin' hot outside,

haven't you noticed?

Better down in the barn,

the smell from the hay,

the warmth from the animals.

That's the only place

I don't seem to feel the cold.

I suppose it's old age

creepin' up on my bones.

You're not dead yet.

No, I'm not. Not by a long sight.

I'm sound and as tough as hickory.

But after three score and ten,

the Lord warns us to prepare.

That's why Eben

keeps coming into my head.

Now that his sinful brothers

have gone on the path to hell,

there's nobody left but Eben.

And me? Am I not left?

Why you like Eben so much?

Why you say nothing about me?

Am I your lawful wife or not?

Yes, you are.

So you plan to leave the farm to Eben?

Leave? I'm not giving it to anyone.

When you go, what do you plan to do?

Bury it with you?

I guess not.

But if I could, I would.

In my dying hour,

I'd set it afire and watch it burn.

This house, every ear of corn,

every tree, to the last blade of hay.

I'd sit and know it was all dying with me.

No one else

would ever own what was mine.

- Except I'd turn my animals free.

- And me?

- You'd be turned free, too.

- That's what I get for marrying you?

Turn kind to Eben who hates you,

and talk of turning me out.

- Now, I...

- Let me tell you about Eben.

He's with that woman in the village.

I tried to stop him

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