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by Samuel Beckett


  MME. KRAP

  You're being impertinent.

  Qacques lowers his head) Show

  me that card. Qacques holds out

  the tray again , Mme. Krap takes

  up the card again) Since when

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  SAMUEL BECKETT

  does my sister go by the name of

  Madame Piouk?

  jACQUES

  (Embarrassed) I think -

  MME. KRAP

  You think?

  jACQUES

  If Madame was to turn the card

  over.

  (Mme . Krap turns the card over

  and reads)

  MME. KRAP

  Couldn 't you have told me so at

  once?

  jACQUES

  I beg Madame's pardon .

  MME. KRAP

  Don 't b e so humble. (Jacques

  silent) Think about your union .

  jACQUES

  Madame is joking.

  MME. KRAP

  Have her come in . (Jacques goes)

  Send in Marie.

  jACQUES

  Very good, Madame. (Exit)

  (Mme . Krap motionless. Enter

  Jacques)

  Madame Piouk.

  (Enter Madame Piouk, in great

  haste. Exitjacques)

  MME. PIOUK

  Violette !

  MME. KRAP

  Marguerite !

  (They kiss)

  MME. PIOUK

  Violette !

  MME. KRAP

  You'll forgive me for not getting

  up. I have a slight pain in the no matter. Sit down . I thought you

  were in Rome .

  ELEUTHERIA

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  MME. PIOUK

  (Sits down ) How bad you look!

  MME. KRAP

  You ' re not so very blooming

  yourself.

  MME. PIOUK

  It's the travelling.

  MME. KRAP

  Who 's this - (She looks at the

  card) - this Piouk?

  MME. PIOUK

  He's a doctor.

  MME. KRAP

  I ' m not asking you what he does.

  (A knock) Come in. (Enter

  Marie) You may serve tea.

  MARIE

  Very good, Madame. (She goes)

  MME. PIOUK

  Not for me.

  MME. KRAP

  Marie !

  MARIE

  Madame?

  MME. KRAP

  You will serve the tea when Ma-

  dame Meek is here .

  MARIE

  Very good, Madame. (Exit)

  MME. PIOUK

  You ' re not offering me something

  else?

  MME. KRAP

  For instance?

  MME. PIOUK

  A glass of port.

  MME. KRAP

  It's time for tea.

  MME. PIOUK

  How is Henri?

  MME. KRAP

  Poorly.

  MME. PIOUK

  What's wrong with him?

  MME. KRAP

  I don ' t know. He no longer uri-

  nates.

  MME. PIOUK

  It's the prostate .

  MME. KRAP

  So you got married.

  MME. PIOUK

  Yes.

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  S.-..fUEL BECKETI

  M�tE. KRAP

  At your age !

  M�tE. PIOUK

  '7e 're in love .

  MME. KRAP

  What's the connection? (Mme .

  Piouk silent) But you must - I

  mean - you no longer must- in

  a word - let's see -

  M�lE. PIOUK

  Not yet.

  M�lE. KRAP

  I congratulate you.

  MME. PIOUK

  He wants a child.

  M�tE. KRAP

  No !

  MllE. PIOUK

  Yes!

  M�tE. KRAP

  It's madness.

  M�tE. PIOUK

  How is Victor?

  M�tE. KRAP

  Still the same, still there, down in

  his hole. ·we never see him.

  (Pause) Let's not talk about it.

  M�tE. PIOUK

  You're expecting Madame Meek?

  M�tE. KRAP

  With no great impatience .

  M�tE. PIOUK

  That old witch .

  MME. KRAP

  You don 't want to see her?

  M�lE. PIOUK

  I would just as soon not.

  MME. KRAP

  Yet she" likes you.

  M�tE. PIOUK

  That's what you think! It's playacting.

  M�tE. KRAP

  Yes, probably. (Pause) I expect

  her any minute .

  M�tE. PIOUK

  Then I ' m leaving. (She gets up)

  M�IE. KRAP

  Your husband isn 't with you?

  M�tE. PIOUK

  (Sitting down again) Oh I can't

  wait till you see him ! He's so

  ELEUTHERIA

  1 1

  sweet, so bright, so­

  MME. KRAP

  He isn't with you?

  MME. PIOUK

  He went to the hotel...

  MME. KRAP

  Which hotel?

  MME. PIOUK

  I don't know.

  MME. K.RAP

  When will you know?

  MME. PIOUK

  He's supposed to pick me up

  here.

  MME. KRAP

  When?

  MME. PIOUK

  Oh in about half an hour, I think.

  MME. KRAP

  So you can't leave.

  MME. PIOUK

  I would have waited for him in the

  drawing room.

  MME. KRAP

  What kind of medicine does he

  do?

  MME. PIOUK

  He doesn't have a specialty. That

  is-

  MME. KRAP

  He does everything.

  MME. PIOUK

  Mankind is what interests him.

  MME. KRAP

  Where does he perpetrate?

  MME. PIOUK

  He hopes to set up a practice

  here.

  MME. KRAP

  And up until now?

  MME. PIOUK

  Pretty much everywhere.

  MME. KRAP

  I haven't congratulated you. (She

  puts forward her cheek which

  Mme. Piouk kisses) You could

  have let me know.

  MME. PIOUK

  I wanted to send you a telegram

  but Andre told me that-

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  SAMUEL BECKETI

  MME. KRAP

  Anyhow all this is of no importance. (A knock) Come in.

  (Enter Jacques)

  jACQUES

  Madame Meek.

  (Enter Madame Meek, a bulky

  woman heavily laden with furs,

  capes, umbrella, handbag, etc.

  Exit jacques)

  MME. MECK

  Violette !

  MME. KRAP

  Jeanne ! {They kiss. Mme. Meek

  sits down, unloads, fixes herself

  up) Forgive me for not getting up.

  MME. MECK

  You're still in pain?

  MME. KRAP

  Getting worse and worse. You

  know my sister.

  MME. MECK

  (Turning toward Mme. Piouk)

  Why it's Rose !

  MME. KRAP

  Of course not, it's Marguerite.

  MME. MECK

  My dear Marguerite ! (Extends her

  hand, which Mme. Piouk takes)

  Where did you come from? I

  thought you were in Pisa?

  MME. KRAP

  She's gotten
married.

  MME. MEeK

  Married!

  MME. KRAP

  To a doctor who is interested in

  mankind.

  MME. MECK

  Let me give you a kiss. (Mme.

  Piouk lets herself be kissed)

  Married! Oh! - (with an

  undescribable movement) - I'm

  so glad!

  ELEUTHERIA

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  MME. PIOUK

  Thank you.

  MME. MECK

  What's his name?

  MME. KRAP

  (Looking at the card) Piouk,

  Andre.

  MME. MECK

  (Ecstatically) Madame Andre

  Piouk!

  (A knock)

  MME. KRAP

  Come in.

  (Enter Marie with the tea tray,

  which she sets down on the table)

  Has Monsieur come back?

  MARIE

  No, Madame.

  MME. KRAP

  Send Jacques in.

  MARIE

  Very good, Madame. (Exit)

  MME. PIOUK

  (To Mme. Meek) Don't you find

  that my sister looks bad?

  MME. MECK

  Bad?

  (Mme. Krap serves the tea, offers

  a cup to her sister who refuses)

  MME. KRAP

  She'd rather have port.

  MME. MECK

  Port! At five in the afternoon!

  MME. KRAP

  She's right. I'm worn out.

  MME. PIOUK

  What's wrong?

  (A knock)

  MME. KRAP

  Come in. (Enter Jacques) Ah,

  Jacques.

  JACQUF-'i

  Madame.

  MME. KRAP

  Has Monsieur come back?

  JACQUF-'i

  Not yet, Madame.

  MME. KRAP

  You will tell him, as soon as he

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  SAMUEL BECKETI

  does come back, that I have to

  speak to him.

  jACQUES

  Very good, Madame.

  MME. KRAP

  You may turn on the light.

  jACQUES

  Very good, Madame. (He turns on

  the floor lamp)

  MME. KRAP

  The other one too.

  jACQUES

  Very good, Madame. (He turns on

  the wall lamp)

  MME. KRAP

  That will be all.

  jACQUES

  Very good, Madame. (Exit)

  MME. MEeK

  How is he?

  MME. KRAP

  Who?

  MME. MECK

  Henri.

  MME. KRAP

  Poorly.

  MME. MECK

  Oh.

  .

  MME. KRAP

  He doesn't piss any more.

  MME. MECK

  Ooh!

  MME. PIOUK

  It's the prostate.

  MME. MECK

  Poor thing. And he so lighthearted, so -

  MME. KRAP

  What's more he is eating himself

  up.

  MME. PIOUK

  For sure.

  MME. KRAP

  Because of Victor.

  MME. MECK

  By the way, how is he?

  MME. KRAP

  Who?

  MME. MEeK

  Your Victor.

  MME. KRAP

  Let's not talk about it.

  MME. MECK

  Me neither, I'm not doing well.

  ELEUTHERIA

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  MME. PIOUK

  What's the matter with you?

  MME. MECK

  It's the lower belly. It's descending, so it appears.

  MME. KRAP

  Like me. Except that mine has

  descended.

  MME. PIOUK

  Isn't there anything to drink in

  this house?

  MME. KRAP

  To drink?

  MME. MECK

  I n the middle of the afternoon?

  MME. PIOl/K

  Henri no longer pisses, Victor, we

  mustn't talk about it, and you, you

  have a descending lower belly.

  MME. KRAP

  And you, you've gotten married.

  MME. MECK

  Is that a reason to drink?

  MME. KRAP

  It's of no use.

  MME. MECK

  Our little Victor! What a thing to

  happen! And he so light-hearted,

  so alive!

  MME. KRAP

  He's never been either lighthearted or alive.

  MME. MECK

  What! Why, he was the very soul of

  the household, for years.

  MME. KRAP

  The very soul of the household!

  Talk about something for the

  books.

  MME. PIOUK

  He's still at the Impasse de

  l'Enfant:Jesus?

  MME. KRAP

  Jeanne sees life and lightheartedness everywhere. It's a

  permanent hallucination.

  MME. PIOUK

  He's still at the Impasse de

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  SAMUEL BECKETI

  l ' Enfant:Jesus?

  MME. KRAP

  Still.

  MME. PIOUK

  He's got to be shaken up.

  MME. KRAP

  He doesn ' t get up any more .

  Another cup?

  MME. MECK

  Half a cup. He doesn ' t get up any

  more, you say?

  MME. PIOUK

  He 's ill.

  MME. KRAP

  Nothing at all is wrong with him .

  MME. MECK

  Then why doesn ' t he get up any

  more?

  MME. KRAP

  From time to time he goes out.

  MME. MECK

  He gets up then from time to

  time.

  MME. KRAP

  It's when he has nothing more to

  eat. Then he digs around in the

  garbage cans. He pushes on as far

  as Passy. The concierge saw him.

  MME. MECK

  When you think of it, the garbage

  cans of Passy.

  MME. PIOUK

  It's horrible.

  MME. KRAP

  Isn ' t it though.

  MME. PIOUK

  But you do give him money?

  MME. KRAP

  Every month. I bring it to him

  myself.

  MME. PIOUK

  And what does he do with it?

  MME. KRAP

  How should I know? It's doubtless

  not enough.

  (Enter Monsieur Henri Krap)

  M. KRAP

  Good evening, Jeanne. Well,

  ELEUTHERIA

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  Marguerite . (They kiss) I thought

  you were in Venice .

  MME. KRAP

  Your wife is also present. (M. Krap

  kisses his wife) She 's gotten married.

  MME. MEeK

  To a doctor.

  MME. KRAP

  Who loves mankind.

  M. KRAP

  (Sadly) Congratulations.

  MME. KRAP

  Sit down .

  M. KRAP

  Oh, I ' m not staying.

  MME. KRAP

  Oh, come now, of course you are.

  M. KRAP

  Think so? (Seats himself painfully

  in the armchair) I ' m wrong.

  (Ensconces himself) I won ' t be

  able to get up again.

  MME. KRAP

  Don ' t talk nonsense .

  M. KRAP

  My freedom is being whittled away

  more and more every day. Soon I

  won ' t have the right to unlock my


  jaw. Me, the one who expected to

  make an ass of himself all the way

  to death ' s door.

  MME. MECK

  What's the matter with him?

  MME. KRAP

  He consoles himself as best he

  can.

  M. KRAP

  Yes, now I 've got it, now that it's

  too late. Nimis sero, imber serotinus.

  Peace of mind is the hallmark of

  slaves. (Pause . Mme. Meek making faces) I ' m the cow that, up

  against the bars of the slaughter-

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  SA.M:UEL BECKETT

  house, understands the utter

  absurdity of pastures. It would

  have done better to think about it

  earlier, out yonder, in the tall,

  tender grass. More 's the pity. It

  still has the courtyard to cross.

  That nobody will be able to tear

  away from it.

  MME. KRAP

  Pay no attention . He thinks he's

  in his circle.

  M. KRAP

  I am. In the ninth. (Changing his

  tone) So, Marguerite , at last

  you' re a respectable woman .

  MME. PIOUK

  Flatterer!

  M. KRAP

  I'm congratulating you.

  MME. KRAP

  You've already congratulated her.

  M. KRAP

  That's true.

  MME. PIOUK

  Henri.

  M. KRAP

  Yes.

  MME. PIOUK

  I wouldn 't mind having a drink.

  M. KRAP

  But of course . (To Mme . Krap)

  The bell .

  MME. KRAP

  You know very well I can 't get up.

  M. KRAP

  That's true . Besides it's not worth

  it. He 'll come by himself.

  MME. KRAP

  Don 't count on it. We 've been left

  in peace now for three minutes.

  M. KRAP

  So, Marguerite, if you would be

  good enough to ring.

  (Mme. Piouk gets up, rings, sits

  down again)

  ELEUTHERIA

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  MME. KRAP

  Yesterday he stayed away a good

  fifteen minutes before looking in .

  I thought he was dead. (A knock)

  Come in.

  (Enter Jacques)

  M. KRAP

  I wonder why he always knocks.

  ·

  For fifteen years he's been knocking and we 've been saying, Come

  in, and he still knocks.

  MME. MECK

  It's a question of correctness.

  M. KRAP

  (To Mme. Piouk) What will you

  have?

  MME. PIOUK

  Anything. Port.

  M. KRAP

  (To Jacques) Port.

  jACQUES

  Very good, sir. (Exit)

  (A silence)

  MME. PIOUK

  We were speaking about Victor.

  M. KRAP

  Ah .

  MME. KRAP

  Does there exist another subject

  of conversation? I begin to wonder.

  MME. MECK

  The poor thing!

  MME. KRAP

  (Violently) Be quiet!

  MME PIOUK

  Violette !

  .

  MME. MECK

  What's the matter with her?

  MME. KRAP

  The matter is that I 've had

  enough of hearing that scoundrel

  being pitied and it's been going

  on for two years!

  MME. PIOUK

  Scoundrel!

  MME. MEeK

  Your child !

 

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