To Be or Not to Be Page #2

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And the day will come

when you'll play Shylock.

The Rialto scene.

Shakespeare must have thought of me

when he wrote this. It's me.

"Have I not eyes? Have I not hands...

"organs, senses, dimensions,

affections, passions?

"Fed with the same food,

hurt with the same weapons...

"subject to the same diseases.

"If you prick us, do we not bleed?

"If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

"if you poison us,...

do we not die?"

You'd move them to tears.

Instead, I have to carry a spear.

That's all we do, carry a spear.

Carry a spear in the first act,

and in the second act.

Carry Rawitch off the scene in the last act.

How I'd love to drop that ham

right in the center of the stage.

Would get a terrific laugh.

Hello, this is Mr. Tura.

Will you please order me a salami and

cheese sandwich and a glass of beer.

Right away, please. Thank you.

The audience is a little cool tonight.

- Not to me.

I know I'm giving a rotten performance.

I always do when we quarrel.

Say something nice.

- You faker.

I watched your scene with Polonius.

You were never better.

I'd give you a kiss right now,

but I'm afraid I'll ruin my makeup.

Darling, you were right this morning.

I felt so rotten after the rehearsal,

I went to Dobosh and told him...

when he advertises the new play

to put your name first.

Did you, darling? That's sweet of you.

But I really don't care.

That's what Dobosh said,

so we left it as it was.

But, darling,

you know how I feel about you.

Why I'd even...

Flowers?

- Aren't they beautiful?

Don't be casual. Who sent them?

I don't know. There was no card.

No card again? That's three nights

in succession. Who is he?

I'm sure this has nothing to do

with me personally.

This man probably loves theater,

an art fanatic.

Someone sitting in the gallery

night after night...

Just one of those poor boys

who can't afford a ticket...

but inherited a lot of flowers

and is trying to get rid of them.

Three nights in a row.

Even Shakespeare couldn't see Hamlet

three nights in succession.

You forget you're playing Hamlet.

- That's right.

Mr. Tura on stage!

Maria, darling,

I'm going into my big scene.

Joseph, sweetheart,

I swear I don't know who it is.

Thanks, darling.

It's true, Anna, I don't know who it is.

But I'm positive who it might be.

You mean that young aviator?

- Yes, he's very young.

He's in the second row again.

He gets better-looking every night.

Don't misunderstand me.

I love my husband dearly, and why not?

He's wonderful.

Only he gets so unreasonable,

so upset about little things.

Like the little thing in the second row.

Waiting for an answer.

"Lt. Stanislav Sobinski."

I was right, it is a young aviator.

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