The Complete Dramatic Works of Samuel Beckett

by Samuel Beckett

  GORMAN: Morrison or Harrison we were at Chatham.

  CREAM: That would surprise me greatly, the Gunners were Chatham do you not remember that?

  GORMAN: I was in the Foot, at Chatham, in the Foot.

  CREAM: The Foot, that’s right the Foot at Chatham.

  GORMAN: That’s what I’m telling you, Chatham the Foot.

  CREAM: That would surprise me greatly, you must have it mucked up with the war, the mobilization.

  GORMAN: The mobilization have a heart it’s as clear in my mind as yesterday the mobilization, we were shifted straight away to Chesham, was it, no, Chester, that’s the place, Chester, there was Morrison’s pub on the corner and a chamber-maid what was her name, Joan, Jean, Jane, the very start of the war when we still didn’t believe it, Chester, ah those are happy memories.

  CREAM: Happy memories, happy memories, I wouldn’t go so far as that.

  GORMAN: I mean the start up, the start up at Chatham, we still didn’t believe it, and that chamber-maid what was her name it’ll come back to me. [Pause.] And your son by the same token.

  [Roar of engine.]

  CREAM: Eh?

  GORMAN: Your son the judge.

  CREAM: He has rheumatism.

  GORMAN: Ah rheumatism, rheumatism runs in the blood Mr Cream.

  CREAM: What are you talking about, I never had rheumatism.

  GORMAN: When I think of my poor old mother, only sixty and couldn’t move a muscle. [Roar of engine.] Rheumatism they never found the remedy for it yet, atom rockets is all they care about, I can thank my lucky stars touch wood. [Pause.] Your son yes he’s in the papers the Carton affair, the way he managed that case he can be a proud man, the wife read it again in this morning’s Lark.

  CREAM: What do you mean the Barton affair.

  GORMAN: The Carton affair Mr Cream, the sex fiend, on the Assizes.

  CREAM: That’s not him, he’s not the Assizes my boy isn’t, he’s the County Courts, you mean Judge … Judge … what’s this his name was in the Barton affair.

  GORMAN: Ah I thought it was him.

  CREAM: Certainly not I tell you, the County Courts my boy, not the Assizes, the County Courts.

  GORMAN: Oh you know the Courts and the Assizes it was always all six of one to me.

  CREAM: Ah but there’s a big difference Mr Gorman, a power of difference, a civil case and a criminal one, quite another how d’you do, what would a civil case be doing in the Lark now I ask you.

  GORMAN: All that machinery you know I never got the swing of it and now it’s all six of one to me.

  CREAM: Were you never in the Courts?

  GORMAN: I was once all right when my niece got her divorce that was when was it now thirty years ago yes thirty years, I was greatly put about I can tell you the poor little thing divorced after two years of married life, my sister was never the same after it.

  CREAM: Divorce is the curse of society you can take it from me, the curse of society, ask my boy if you don’t believe me.

  GORMAN: Ah there I’m with you the curse of society look at what it leads up to, when you think my niece had a little girl as good as never knew her father.

  CREAM: Did she get alimony.

  GORMAN: She was put out to board and wasted away to a shadow, that’s a nice thing for you.

  CREAM: Did the mother get alimony.

  GORMAN: Divil the money. [Pause.] So that’s your son ladling out the divorces.

  CREAM: As a judge he must, as a father it goes to his heart.

  GORMAN: Has he children.

  CREAM: Well in a way he had one, little Herbert, lived to be four months then passed away, how long is it now, how long is it now.

  GORMAN: Ah dear oh dear, Mr Cream, dear oh dear and did they never have another?

  [Roar of engine.]

  CREAM: Eh?

  GORMAN: Other children.

  CREAM: Didn’t I tell you, I have my daughters’ children, my two daughters. [Pause.] Talking of that your man there Barton the sex boyo isn’t that nice carryings on for you showing himself off like that without a stitch on him to little children might just as well have been ours Gorman, our own little grandchildren.

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: Mrs Cream must be a proud woman too to be a grandmother.

  CREAM: Mrs Cream is in her coffin these twenty years Mr Gorman.

  GORMAN: Oh God forgive me what am I talking about, I’m getting you wouldn’t know what I’d be talking about, that’s right you were saying you were with Miss Daisy.

  CREAM: With my daughter Bertha, Mr Gorman, my daughter Bertha, Mrs Rupert Moody.

  GORMAN: Your daughter Bertha that’s right so she married Moody, gallous garage they have there near the slaughterhouse.

  CREAM: Not him, his brother the nursery-man.

  GORMAN: Grand match, more power to you, have they children?

  [Roar of engine.]

  CREAM: Eh?

  GORMAN: Children.

  CREAM: Two dotey little boys, little Johnny I mean Hubert and the other, the other.

  GORMAN: But tell me your daughter poor soul she was taken then was she. [Pause.] That cigarette while we’re at it might try this gentleman. [Footsteps approach.] Beg your pardon Sir trouble you for a light. [Footsteps recede.] Ah the young are very wrapped up Mr Cream.

  CREAM: Little Hubert and the other, the other, what’s this his name is. [Pause.] And Mrs Gorman.

  GORMAN: Still in it.

  CREAM: Ah you’re the lucky jim Gorman, you’re the lucky jim, Mrs Gorman by gad, fine figure of a woman Mrs Gorman, fine handsome woman.

  GORMAN: Handsome, all right, but you know, age. We have our health thanks be to God touch wood. [Pause.] You know what it is Mr Cream, that’d be the way to pop off chatting away like this of a sunny morning.

  CREAM: None of that now Gorman, who’s talking of popping off with the health you have as strong as an ox and a comfortable wife, ah I’d give ten years of mine to have her back do you hear me, living with strangers isn’t the same.

  GORMAN: Miss Bertha’s so sweet and good you’re on the pig’s back for God’s sake, on the pig’s back.

  CREAM: It’s not the same you can take it from me, can’t call your soul your own, look at the cigarettes, the lighter.

  GORMAN: Miss Bertha so sweet and good.

  CREAM: Sweet and good, all right, but dammit if she doesn’t take me for a doddering old drivelling dotard. [Pause.] What did I do with those cigarettes?

  GORMAN: And tell me your poor dear daughter-in-law what am I saying your daughter-in-law.

  CREAM: My daughter-in-law, my daughter-in-law, what about my daughter-in-law.

  GORMAN: She had private means, it was said she had private means.

  CREAM: Private means ah they were the queer private means, all swallied up in the war every ha’penny do you hear me, all in the bank the private means not as much land as you’d tether a goat. [Pause.] Land Gorman there’s no security like land but that woman you might as well have been talking to the bedpost, a mule she was that woman was.

  GORMAN: Ah well it’s only human nature, you can’t always pierce into the future.

  CREAM: Now now Gorman don’t be telling me, land wouldn’t you live all your life off a bit of land damn it now wouldn’t you any fool knows that unless they take the fantasy to go and build on the moon the way they say, ah that’s all fantasy Gorman you can take it from me all fantasy and delusion, they’ll smart for it one of these days by God they will.

  GORMAN: You don’t believe in the moon what they’re experimenting at.

  CREAM: My dear Gorman the moon is the moon and cheese is cheese what do they take us for, didn’t it always exist the moon wasn’t it always there as large as life and what did it ever mean only fantasy and delusion Gorman, fantasy and delusion. [Pause.] Or is it our forefathers were a lot of old bags maybe now is that on the cards I ask you, Bacon, Wellington, Washington, for them the moon was always in their opinion damn it I ask you you’d think to hear them talk no one ev
er bothered his arse with the moon before, make a cat swallow his whiskers they think they’ve discovered the moon as if as if. [Pause.] What was I driving at?

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: So you’re against progress are you.

  CREAM: Progress, progress, progress is all very fine and grand, there’s such a thing I grant you, but it’s scientific, progress, scientific, the moon’s not progress, lunacy, lunacy.

  GORMAN: Ah there I’m with you progress is scientific and the moon, the moon, that’s the way it is.

  CREAM: The wisdom of the ancients that’s the trouble they don’t give a rap or a snap for it any more, and the world going to rack and ruin, wouldn’t it be better now to go back to the old maxims and not be gallivanting off killing one another in China over the moon, ah when I think of my poor father.

  GORMAN: Your father that reminds me I knew your father well. [Roar of engine.] There was a man for you old Mr Cream, what he had to say he lashed out with it straight from the shoulder and no humming and hawing, now it comes back to me one year there on the town council my father told me must have been wait now till I see 95, 95 or 6, a short while before he resigned, 95 that’s it the year of the great frost.

  CREAM: Ah I beg your pardon, the great frost was 93 I’d just turned ten, 93 Gorman the great frost.

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: My father used to tell the story how Mr Cream went hell for leather for the mayor who was he in those days, must have been Overend, yes Overend.

  CREAM: Ah there you’re mistaken my dear Gorman, my father went on the council with Overend in 97, January 97.

  GORMAN: That may be, that may be, but it must have been 95 or 6 just the same seeing as how my father went off in 96, April 96, there was a set against him and he had to give in his resignation.

  CREAM: Well then your father was off when it happened, all I know is mine went on with Overend in 97 the year Marrable was burnt out.

  GORMAN: Ah Marrable it wasn’t five hundred yards from the door five hundred yards Mr Cream, I can still hear my poor mother saying to us ah poor dear Maria she was saying to me again only last night, January 96 that’s right.

  CREAM: 97 I tell you, 97, the year my father was voted on.

  GORMAN: That may be but just the same the clout he gave Overend that’s right now I have it.

  CREAM: The clout was Oscar Bliss the butcher in Pollox Street.

  GORMAN: The butcher in Pollox Street, there’s a memory from the dim distant past for you, didn’t he have a daughter do you remember.

  CREAM: Helen, Helen Bliss, pretty girl, she’d be my age, 83 saw the light of day.

  GORMAN: And Rosie Plumpton bonny Rosie staring up at the lid these thirty years she must be now and Molly Berry and Eva what was her name Eva Hart that’s right Eva Hart didn’t she marry a Crumplin.

  CREAM: Her brother, her brother Alfred married Gertie Crumplin great one for the lads she was you remember, Gertie great one for the lads.

  GORMAN: Do I remember, Gertie Crumplin great bit of skirt by God, hee hee hee great bit of skirt.

  CREAM: You old dog you!

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: And Nelly Crowther there’s one came to a nasty end.

  CREAM: Simon’s daughter that’s right, the parents were greatly to blame you can take it from me.

  GORMAN: They reared her well then just the same bled themselves white for her so they did, poor Mary used to tell us all we were very close in those days lived on the same landing you know, poor Mary yes she used to say what a drain it was having the child boarding out at Saint Theresa’s can you imagine, very classy, daughters of the gentry Mr Cream, even taught French they were the young ladies.

  CREAM: Isn’t that what I’m telling you, reared her like a princess of the blood they did, French now I ask you, French.

  GORMAN: Would you blame them Mr Cream, the best of parents, you can’t deny it, education.

  CREAM: French, French, isn’t that what I’m saying.

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: They denied themselves everything, take the bits out of their mouths they would for their Nelly.

  CREAM: Don’t be telling me they had her on a string all the same the said young lady, remember that Holy Week 1912 was it or 13.

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: Eh?

  CREAM: When you think of Simon the man he was don’t be telling me that. [Pause.] Holy Week 1913 now it all comes back to me is that like as if they had her on a string what she did then.

  GORMAN: Peace to her ashes Mr Cream.

  CREAM: Principles, Gorman, principles without principles I ask you. [Roar of engine.] Wasn’t there an army man in it.

  GORMAN: Eh?

  CREAM: Wasn’t there an army man in it?

  GORMAN: In the car?

  CREAM: Eh?

  GORMAN: An army man in the car?

  CREAM: In the Crowther blow-up.

  [Roar of engine.]

  GORMAN: You mean the Lootnant St John Fitzball.

  CREAM: St John Fitzball that’s the man, wasn’t he mixed up in it?

  GORMAN: They were keeping company all right. [Pause.] He died in 14. Wounds.

  CREAM: And his aunt Miss Hester.

  GORMAN: Dead then these how many years is it now how many.

  CREAM: She was a great old one, a little on the high and mighty side perhaps you might say.

  GORMAN: Take fire like gunpowder but a heart of gold if you only knew. [Roar of engine.] Her niece has a chip of the old block wouldn’t you say.

  CREAM: Her niece? No recollection.

  GORMAN: No recollection, Miss Victoria, come on now, she was to have married an American and she’s in the Turrets yet.

  CREAM: I thought they’d sold.

  GORMAN: Sell the Turrets is it they’ll never sell, the family seat three centuries and maybe more, three centuries Mr Cream.

  CREAM: You might be their historiographer Gorman to hear you talk, what you don’t know about those people.

  GORMAN: Histryographer no Mr Cream I wouldn’t go so far as that but Miss Victoria right enough I know her through and through we stop and have a gas like when her aunt was still in it, ah yes nothing hoity-toity about Miss Victoria you can take my word she has a great chip of the old block.

  CREAM: Hadn’t she a brother.

  GORMAN: The Lootnant yes, died in 14. Wounds.

  [Deafening roar of engine.]

  CREAM: The bloody cars such a thing as a quiet chat I ask you. [Pause.] Well I’ll be slipping along I’m holding you back from your work.

  GORMAN: Slipping along what would you want slipping along and we only after meeting for once in a blue moon.

  CREAM: Well then just a minute and smoke a quick one. [Pause.] What did I do with those cigarettes? [Pause.] You fire ahead don’t mind me.

  GORMAN: When you think, when you think ….

  [Suddenly complete silence. 10 seconds. The tune resumes. The street noises resume and submerge tune a moment. Street noises and tune together crescendo. Tune finally rises above them triumphant.]

  Come and Go

  A dramaticule

  For John Calder

  Written in English early in 1965. First published in French by Editions de Minuit, Paris, in 1966. First published in English by Calder and Boyars, London, in 1967. First produced as Kommen und Gehen, translated by Elmar Tophoven, at the Schiller-Theater Werkstatt, Berlin, on 14 January 1966. First performed in English at the Peacock Theatre, Dublin, on 28 February 1968 and subsequently at the Royal Festival Hall, London, on 9 December 1968.

  CHARACTERS:

  FLO

  VI

  RU

  (Ages undeterminable)

  Sitting centre side by side stage right to left FLO, VI and RU.

  Very erect, facing front, hands clasped in laps.

  Silence.

  VI: When did we three last meet?

  RU: Let us not speak.

  [Silence.

  Exit VI right.

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bsp; Silence.]

  FLO: Ru.

  RU: Yes.

  FLO: What do you think of Vi?

  RU: I see little change. [FLO moves to centre seat, whispers in RU’s ear. Appalled.] Oh! [They look at each other. FLO puts her finger to her lips.] Does she not realize?

  FLO: God grant not.

  [Enter VI. FLO and RU turn back front, resume pose. VI sits right.

  Silence.]

  Just sit together as we used to, in the playground at Miss Wade’s.

  RU: On the log.

  [Silence.

  Exit FLO left.

  Silence.]

  Vi.

  VI: Yes.

  RU: How do you find Flo?

  VI: She seems much the same. [RU moves to centre seat, whispers in VI’s ear. Appalled.] Oh! [They look at each other. RU puts her finger to her lips.] Has she not been told?

  RU: God forbid.

  [Enter FLO. RU and VI turn back front, resume pose. FLO sits left.]

  Holding hands … that way.

  FLO: Dreaming of … love.

  [Silence.

  Exit RU right.

  Silence.]

  VI: Flo.

  FLO: Yes.

  VI: How do you think Ru is looking?

  FLO: One sees little in this light. [VI moves to centre seat, whispers in FLO’s ear. Appalled.] Oh! [They look at each other. VI puts her finger to her lips.] Does she not know?

  VI: Please God not.

  [Enter RU. VI and FLO turn back front, resume pose. RU sits right.

  Silence.]

  May we not speak of the old days? [Silence.] Of what came after? [Silence.] Shall we hold hands in the old way?

  [After a moment they join hands as follows: VI’s right hand with RU’s right hand. VI’s left hand with FLO’s left hand, FLO’s right hand with RU’s left hand, VI’s arms being above RU’s left arm and FLO’s right arm. The three pairs of clasped hands rest on the three laps.

  Silence.]

  FLO: I can feel the rings.

  [Silence.]

  CURTAIN

  Lighting