The Man[throwing him off].Hey, Death! Ho, Death!Let me go, Death!Shall I wake him?
The Man[throwing him off].Hey, Death! Ho, Death!Let me go, Death!Shall I wake him?
Shakespeare[turning in the doorway]. Ay, wake him, wake him, old trump of judgment! Wake him if you can,
And if you cannot let him sleep his sleepAnd envy him that he can sleep so sound!
And if you cannot let him sleep his sleepAnd envy him that he can sleep so sound!
The Man.Ay sir, he shall sleep till he wakes. But we, sir, we’ll sing you off the premises, for the love of Bess.
Hey, Bess? Ho, Bess!
Another[hammering the table]. Death, not Bess! Death! Death! Death! Come along chorus!
Two or Three[as they lurch out of the room].Ho, boy! Hey, boy!Come this way, boy!Who’ll have a drink with me?All[following].Hey, Death! Ho, Death!Out you go, Death!We’ll never drink with thee!
Two or Three[as they lurch out of the room].Ho, boy! Hey, boy!Come this way, boy!Who’ll have a drink with me?
All[following].Hey, Death! Ho, Death!Out you go, Death!We’ll never drink with thee!
The door swings to and quiet settles on the lightening room. The first ray of sunlight touches the bed. Outside the birds are beginning to sing.
THE CURTAIN FALLS.