BY GOR OCH /A RECONSTRUCTION OF THE ORIGHUL TEx, TRANSLATED GY HEN 0 SOFWIDT ChaRacTERS nase arpunvrice ‘rane wor7rex st00Nb arransice wa a en a Caren rare bocron Chavonsorten roar wagon rest ene serosa Secon extuo axons rio es Stcono reson Teen | cme de plasty one acter foarnae Supine nen en Soubtees, srupnr, xOUNO EN Ont, tovereren 1 sms: What? (Oben field. The town in the distance.) {WwovzecK and axpnes ave cutting branches in the bushes) Wovznc: Hey, Andres! That streak aeoss the grass— that’s where heads roll at night. Once somebody picked one dp, thought it was a hedgehow. Three get SCENES Mancrit: What? Why, Mrs. Virgin! Thm a decent Woman, but you—you ean stare through seven ‘of leather pants! ante: Bitchl (Slams the windew shut.) Come on, boy, What do they want from us, anywaye You're only {he son of a whore, and you make your mother ‘happy with your bastard face, Tatal ings.) ‘Maiden, hos sero can sting, You've got a som but no ring! 0, who cares what ie right, Tilsing toyou all night Rochabye baby, ny baby are you, Nobody caves what we do, obo hitl up your sx horses fle, ‘Go ning them something to cat Brom oats they wif am, Bom watertheItturn, Only cool wine wil b fin, hooray! Onky cool wine rl Be fine (A knock a the windoxs) saxtts Who's that? Is that you, Franz? Come on int ‘wovarck: Tean't, Have to goto roll cal MeaRie: What's the matter with you, Fran? worzeck: (Mysteroush.) Marie, chere was something outthereagain—a fot Isn'ticwritten: And lo, the smoke of the country went up 28 the smoke of & finnace">® ’ ante: Franz. ‘Wor2nck: TCfollowed me until [reached town. What's going to happen? anit: Franzl wovzeck: I've got to go, (He leaves) Manu: ‘That man! He's seeing things. He didn't even look at his own child. He'll go exazy with those thoughts of his. Why are yout sa quiet, son? Are * you scared? Its getting so dark, you'd think jon ‘were blind, Usually there's a light shining ine T can't stand it Iefrightens me, (Gossoff) 3 (Pair booths. Lights, People.) (monn wax sings toa bret organ, actin dances.) 4D Man: ow long we tv, just time wil el We alt have got wie, We know that very elt MARE: Hoy! Wow! “And to,» frnace” Gon. 19:28, the destruction of Sodoin and Gamera Woyzeck / 535 Wovztox: Ror man, old man! Poor child! Little child Cares and fairs! Hey, Matie, should I. ..? ants Even 2 foo! must have gome sense to be able to ‘ay: Foolish world! Beautifal world ani: (Zn font ofa booth, with a WoMaN wring pants, He presents costumed shancy The BARKER speaks with @ French accent) Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Look at this creature, as God made it—he's noth- ing, nothing at all. Now see the effect of att: he walks upright, wears coat and pants, caries a sword! Hol Take a bow! Presto—you're a baron Give me a kiss! (The monkey trumpets.) The litle fellow is musical. Ladies and gentlemen, here is to be seen the astronomical horse and the lite cannerybirds’—hey're favorites of all potentates of Enrope—they're members ofall learned soci: «ties. They'l tell you everything: how old you are, hhow many children you have, what kind of fl nesses. (Points to the monkey.) He shoots a pistol, stands on one leg. It’s all education; he has merely a beastly reason, or rather a very reaso able beastliness—he’s no dumb individual like « lot of people, present company excepted. Ob, serve the progress of civilization. Everything pro- ‘resses—a horse, a monkey, a cannery-birdl The monkey is already a soldier. That's not mach—ies the lowest level of the lnuman race, Enter! The presentation will begin. The commencement of the beginning will star immediately, wovzeck: Want to? Manat: All ight, ILought to be good. Look at his tas- sels—and the woman's got pants onl (Senoxawr. DRUM ALAJOR,) ‘srRorawr: Hold itl Over there, Look at her! What a piece! : DRUM MajoR: Goddaron! Good enough for the prop- ‘gation of cavalry regiments and the breeding ot ‘drum majors! snoxaNT: Look how she holds her head—you'd think that black hair would pull her down lke & eight. And those eyes, black Runs asAjoR: It's like looking dowi a well ora chin ney. Come on, after herl MARIE: (Endering the Booth ) Those lightst My eyes! worzeo: Yeah, like a barrel of black cats with fiery ‘es. Hey what night (nse the booth.) ANNOUNGER: (Prsenting a Hore) Show your talent! Show your beastly wisdom, Put human society to shame. Gentlemen, this animal that you see heve, with a tail on his body, with his four hoof, is a cumerybirs, the Barker sae Canailaog! instead of Kanavinoogel, meaning “eanarles604 / WoyZECK member of all learned societies, i a professor at ‘our university with whom the students Tear to ride and fight. That vas simple comprehension Now think with double raison," What do you do ‘when you think with double rain? Is there in the learned socité* an ass?(The horse shakes its ead.) ‘Now you understand double raison? That is beast fognomy.* Yes, that is no dumb animal, that’ person! A humnan being, a beastly human being, but still an animal, uns bite. (The horse Behaves inpropert) That's wight, put société to shame. You sce, the beast is sll nature, unideal nature, Take 8 lesson from him. Go ask the doctor, it's very unhealthy.” All this means: Man, be natural. You ‘wore created from dust, sand, dirt. Do yourwant to be more than dust, sand, dist? Observe his ree son: he can add, but he can’t count on his fingers How come? He simply can't express himself explain himself, He's a transformed person! Tell the gentlemen what tie iti, Does anyone havea wvatch—a watch? . SERGEANT: A watch! (Slowly ane grandly he pulls watch ‘ou of his pocket.) There you are, azue; This Pve got to see. (She clinds into the first rou. ‘TheseRcEANT helps her) 4 (oon. (tana, sit ith her CoML on her lap, a piece of mirror inherhand.) anit: (Looks at herself in the minor) These stones really sparkle! What kind are they? What did he eal thei? Go to sleep, son! Shut your eyes tight, (Thecran covers his swith his hands, Tighter — Stay quiet or he'll eome get you, (Sings) ep your she fair mai, Aap oyna eayouty than Opinio poten (Loos in the miror again.) must be gold. The likes of us only have's le comer in fhe wot and lite piee of mito, but my mouths jana Fedas the great ladies with their aos tem top tote, and handsome lords who Ks thei hale, Ym just a poor woman. (Ths orto st wp) Shi, $0, ye shat! Look, the sandman! e's Anning slong the wall, (She fase nth the marr) Byes Shut ore ook ina them, nd youl go Bin (ox2ton ents bend her Se jump up ith her sands over her ears.) anid raison resion, sects, company. beestoguomy, Vek SCENES \Wworzecx: What's tat you got there? waza: Nothing. Woyzeck: Something's shining under your fingers ‘tava: An earcing. Hound i ‘Wovzzck: I've never found anything like that, Two at Maxie: Whatam I—a whore? Wovzece: It's allright, Marie. Look, the boy's asleep. Lift him up under his arms, the chait’s hurting hhim. Those shiny drops on ‘his forehead; everye ‘hing under the sun is work. Sweat, even in our sleep. Us poor people! Here's some more money, ‘Matic, my pay and some from my eapta aaue: Bless you, Franz Wovzecn: Thave to go. See you tonight, Mari. Bye. MAREE: (Alone, aera pause JWhata bitch Tam. I could stab myself. Oh, what a world! Everything goes to hnell anyhow, man and woman alike. 5 (Thecavraws, wovzrcx.) 4 (Thecserass in a cha WovzecK shaves hin.) ‘rane Tak easy Woyreck, ke iteasy One thing ‘tatime,You'vemaking me die. Youve going es finish etl todaywhat am supposed tata eh theextra ten minute? Woyeech jon ine youve stl gota good thy years to le, tie peal Thats 860 months, ahd dep, hours, minutes! What are you going to do vidi thee Ungodly amount of dined Get oxganied, Woyreck worzron Ys Cap'n Cabra: {fea fF the word when sink about et nly. Act, Woyzeck, activi Elernalthars tternabthat eetersal—you realize that of * fourse. Bat then again its nov eral, i's oby's ‘moment, ys, 2 moment Woyzeck, ie fijghtens he t think thatthe earth rotates in one day. What a waste of mel What will come of tha’ Woyeee, Can't Took ata mil whee nymore o ge melee Sholy wovster Yes, Cp'n Cchrtant, Woyzeck, Jou alvays look so upset, A good Iman deca act ke thats good mas vith a god Conscience Say someting. Woyzeck. Whats the eather ka? woven Tes bad, Cap'n, badd ‘herarse I ean Teli there's something rapid out there. A'vind like that reminds me Sf move, {Garningl believe ts coming fom the sot: forth vworzr Yes Capn, ‘hrrai: Hachehal Southnort! Hahadal Oh, are You stupid, teblystapdl " Soninetaty) Woyzec, youre a good maya good man (Hh sonanik: a pan on “beast” and “physlognomy tie, meaning "hold iin” dignity.) but Woyzeck, you've got no morality Morality—that’s when you aze moral you 08) cal we‘ro at aeep, ting very: ey, out Wd.’ a good word, You have child without {he bess ofthe ehareh as our Reverend Chap, Jats sss, without the Blessing of the church? didn’emake that up. Worzsog: Cap'n, the good Lord isn't going took at 8 poor worm oalyeeasse amen san satd one before ie was crated, The Lord sid *Sulfr le children to come uato me” ‘carvan: What’ that youre saying? What kind of a rary snawer is that? You've getting me all cone fesed. When Ts yeu, mean you gout worzsct: Us poor people. You see, Cap'n—money, ‘money Ifyou don't have money Just ty ‘se jour Gyn Lind on moral in as wee After we're flesh ad blood. The lies of os are unlppy in this word and inthe née T gece if ne erer got to Heaven, wed have to help the thunder carats: Woyzeck, you have no virtue. You've nota visetous person. Flesh and blood? Wen Pin ng 4 the wihdowaferit insane and watch tng white stockings a6 they go tipping down the fHreet—damn it, Woyzeck the ig. comes ub over me. Ive got exh and blood, too, Bat Woyeck, virtue, virtue! Tow else cok T make time goby? Talay say co myeoll your'e aves cousiman, (Sentimental. Ja good mana goodman WorzEet: Yes, Capt vrtel haven't fipteed oe Yet. You se, ux common peaple, me don't hore Visine, We net ike nature felt us. Bat tT vas nema and hada hat and a vaich ands top catand could lk refined then Ba oe too. Virtue must be mic, Cap'n But Pm fst oor guy ccavtaan: ‘That’ fine, Woyzeck, You're a good saan, good man, But you think too much, dats une Healy You alas Took so upset Tis dactslon hhas really worn me out. You ean go now—and don’t ran like thatl Slowly, nice and slow down the street 6 (Grants, DRUNC MAJOR.) DRUM MAJOR: Mariel anit: (Lacking ot hin expressive.) Go march up and down for me. A chest like a bull and a beard jike a lion, Nobody else is like that. No woman is prouder than me, buust sajon’ Sundays when T have my plumed hele ‘met and my white gloves—goddamn, Mariel The prince always says: man, you're quite guyl Nante: (Mocking, Aw, go onl (Goer upton.) What a DRUM MAJOR: What a woman! Hell, let's breed a race of drum majors; hey? (Heennbraces her) ante: (Moody) Leave me alone! Wovzeck / 595 Maries (Velowt,)Just try to touch met DRUACaaJoR: You've got the devi in your eyes, sant: For all I cave, What does it matter? 7 (On thectret,) (ane, worzeen.) Woweece: (Stares at hay shakes his head.) Hil I don't see anything, I don’t see at be able to see it; I should be able to grab i MARIE: (Tutimidated.) Whats the matter, rang? You're ‘out of your mind, Franz. ‘worzecK: A sin so fat and so wide—it stinks enough. to smoke the angels out of Heaven. You've got a Fed mouth, Marie, No blister on it? Good ye, Marie. You're as beautiful as sin. Can mortal ar beso beautiful? Manie: Franz, you're delirious, wovzior: Damn itl Was he standing here like this, Tike this? MARIE: AAs the day is long and the world is eld, ots of People can stand on one spot, one after another Worzeee: Isaw him. ‘anit: You can see all sorts of things ifyow've got wo ‘eyesand aren't blind, and the sun is shining. ‘wovzrox: With my own eyes! Mantis (Fresh) So whatl a (Atthevocron’s,) (wovexex. Thenoctor) octox: What is this I hear Woyzeck? A man of honor! wovzecK: Whatisit, Doctor? ooTOR: I saw it, Woyzeck. You pissed on the street, you pissed on the wal like a dog. And you get oro Cents a day. Woyzeck, that's bad, The worle’s get ting bad, very bad. Wovzrck: But Doctor, the cal of nature poctor: The call of nature, the call ‘of nature! Naturel Haven't I proved that the masculus con strictor vescae® is subject to the will? Naturel Woyzeck, man is free, In man alone is individval- ly exalted to fieedom. Couldn't hold it int (Shakes his head, puts his hands behind his back, and aces back and ferth,) Did you eat your peas ready, ‘Woyzeck? I'm revolutionizing science, I'l blow te ‘Sgrhigh, Urea ten per cent, ammonium chloride, wyperoxidie. Woyzeck, wy pissing again. Go in there and try, uses comtricor vesias, muscle convoling. he aus mayor: You wildcat! badder,686 / Woyzeck DocroR! (With aot, But pissing om the wall have icin wting Here's the contact Isat aon it with my owm eyes. Twas just holdlng my nose atthe wadow leing the sun's rays ii 30 a8 Stn he proc aesing (Ge a in. No, Woyetk, Tin not geting sy. Ager is unheaidy ascetic am Cl’ portety alm. My pulse beating ats wual sy and tell you tis in all cold Hoodedness. Now ho would getexctedabouta human being a oman ieing? rit were a Proteue that were dog Bat Youshoulda’thave pasedon heal wovatc#: You tee, Dedtontometimes you're got a ‘rain charactes, a certain structure, Bowie hnture, Urs something ele, jou see, with ature ees hs kn) Ha’ tke how should tputie—for example. bocton: Woyecck, you're phllosophizing again, vworziex: (Confidineh) Docton, have you ever: seen anything ofdoublenatote? When the suns sand ing high at noon and the world seems tobe going upin lame, ve heatd a terble wie mel Docton: Woyzeck you've gotan aber” worn: (Put hi fg hi ase) The toadstool, Doctor There-hats where it Have you soon how they growin pater? only someone could read that DoctoR: Woyreck, you've got a marvelous aeratio rentals partis secot species, beat dy veloped. Woyese, you're geting a aise, Second species fixed idea wth a generally radonal conde, ton, You're doing everyting a usual? Shaving your expan’ wwovrnon: ies siz Docron Hating your peas? overex: Same seve, Doctor My wile gots the ‘money forthe houshola octon! Going on duty Doctor: You're an interesting case Subject Woyeck, You're geting arate. Now behave yoursele Show Ine your pull Yen 9 (Sst) (cawrars. DocTOR, The CAPTAIN comes panting down "este, sof, pants, leas around.) ‘carrame: Doctor, I feel sorry for hortes when I think that the poor beasts have to go everywhere on foot, Don’t run like thatl Don’t wave your cane aberata, aberration, aberatio ments portals, par tialaberration SOENEO ‘noun the ae ke that You ru youself to death that way.'A good ian vith s good om Science doen't go fo fae good man’s tat theoctok thet Docton alae tive a human lie. Youve lng. Decor Tn to'melanchole get to emotion Laan set tying nen ee my coat hanging oo tea there octom Hil Bloated fy thick neck apoplecte one stdin Ye, Cpt, you nightbe dcten bya ‘pope otra Hoty igh get ao cre rae hall paajeedte Shea Se Yon might become mental affected and in vog. Ets rom then on. Tho are approximately yout prospec forthe next four ect Moreover ean sure you thatyou wil bea mortintreseng ese, and if God wing, your tongues purely pase Ijzed,wetmake vocal experiments earrate: Doctor, don fren mel People have Been own wo de of fght, of pore sheer tag ean see them now nthtowes in fei ane but they sy he n'a good may 2 good ta, You dan colin nail octon (Huts ot his at) What's this, Captain? ‘That's brainless ‘GAPrAINE (Mates erase.) What's this, Doctor? That's increase! octoR: I take my leave, most honorable Mr, Drill prick ‘CAPTAIN: Likewise, dearest Mr. Coffin Nal (wovznex comes revning dot the sire) carran: Hey, Woyzeck, why are you running past us like that? Stay here, Woyzeck, You're running around like an open razor blade, You might cut someone! You're running lke you hed to shave a ‘regiment of castrates and would be hanged while the last hair was disappearing, But about those long beards-—what was I going to say? Woyzeck — those long beards octon: A long beard on the chin. Pliny” speaks afte, Soldiers should be made to give them up. carram: (Continues,) Hey? What about those long beards? Say, Woyzeck, haven't you found a halt from a beard in your soup bowl yet? Hey? You understand, of course, a human haig, from the beard of an engines a sergeant, x—drum major? Hey, Woyzeck? But you've gota decent wife. Not like others, wornrck: Yes, sit! What are you tying to say, Cap'n? sla cererai, brain tumor. Fy Roman scholar (an, 25-79), altioug the story that Aletnder the Great cordeced his soldiers to shave their beards to prevent the enemy from grabbing ther actly derives from the Greek historian Pluie (a. 46-119).SOENEO elf to wd-con- (He on Pm start vall— yan Ai seg ‘yout Tea case, pare have ight gt ain? vk ing rut e SOENE 11 ‘carrans: Look atthe face he's making! Now, itdoesit ‘ecessarly have to be in the soup, butifyou hurry ‘around the corner, you might find one on a pait ofl of lips, Woyzeck. I knove what love is, too, Woyzeck, Sayi You're as white as chalk ‘wovzeok: Cap'n, Y'm justa poor devil—and that's all Thave in the world. Cap'n, fyou're joking ‘carratN: Joking? Me? Who do you think you are? ocTon: Your pulse, Woyzeck, your pulke—short, hard, skipping, iregular. Worzeor: Cap'n, the carth is hot as hetl—for me it’s ice cotdt Jee cold—hell i cold, Pit bet Itcan't bel Godl God! It can't bel ‘CAPTAIN: Listen, fellow, how'd you like to be shot, how'd you like to have a couple of bullets in your ‘head? You're looking daggers at me; but | only ‘mean well, because you're a good man, Woyzeck, a good man. Pocrow: Facial ‘muscles vigid, tense, occasionally twitching. Posture erect, tense Wovzzcr: 'm going. A otis possible, Aman! A lot is possible, The weather's nice, Cap'n, Look: such a beautiful, hard, rough sky—you'd almost feel ke pounding » block of wood into it and hanging yourself on it, only ‘because of the hyphen bemeen yes, and yes again—and no, Cap'n, yer and no? fs no to blame for yes, ot yes for no? Pt hhave to think about that. (Goes of with long strides, fost slowly, then ever fasten) Doctor: (Races after hi.) A phenomenon! Woyzeck! “Another raise! i ‘cawram: These people make me dizzy. Look at them {g0—that tall rascal akes off like the shadow before 2 spider, and the short onc-—he's trotting along. ‘The tall one is lightning and the short one is thus. er. Havhal Afier them. Grotesque! Grotesquel 10 (Doe guaravoom) (wovzeex, anores.) ANDRES: (Sings) Our hostess has a prety mata, ‘She's in her gardon night and day, She sits nse her garden Wowzuck: Andrest aNbRES: Huh? Wovzeck: Nice weather ANDRES: Sunday weather, There's music ouside town. All the broads ate out there already, everybody's sweating—it's really moving along, wovzrex: (Restiest).) A dance, Andres, They've danc- ing. ANDRES! Yeah, at the Horse and at the Stat, WOYZECK / 697 wovzeck: Dancing, dancing, anpuees: Big deal. (Sings) She sits inside her garden, Tut he als ave al sipuch tele, And stares at all the soldiers ‘wovzEcK: Andres, can't keep sil, aNpRES: Stupidl WOYZECK: T've got to get out of here. I can’t see straight. Dancing, Daneing, With theie hot hands Damnit, Andres! ANDRES: Whatdo you want? wovzrck: I've gotto go. ANDRES: With that broad? WorzECK: I've got to get out. I¢'ss0 hot in here 1 Gan.) (The windows are ober, a dance, Benchs in front ofthe ows. arpme ices.) This shir Ive got, Fdon't ner whose, ‘My soul stinks ie Booe. stconapoanerice: Bret shal Tin feendskip bore a hole in your nature? Onward Twat to fore & Holein your mane. im quitea guy too, youowe Tm going toilallahe Meas on fsbo Finsr AvenanTICe: My tou), my soul tanks ike boore, Bven money must eventually decay Fos etmenot! Oh, i thi world beaut Brothes 1 foul ty ran barrel fll of teas, T wish ot hoses were nwo boules ahd we could pour ern down each other's throats orexst tics) A hunter from the west Once wert riding through the woe, Hirhipy hooray? A hunter’ iets lays gay, O'trmeciow and o's strean,, Oh, haunting ie my dream! (vovarcn stands atthe window. aie and the DRUM [MAJOR datice past mithout essing him.) ‘wanin: (Dancing by) Onl and on, on and onl WorztcK: (Choksi.)On and on! On and on! (iempr up violently and sinks back on the bench.)On and on, on, and on. (eats his hands together) Spin around, voll around. Why doesn’t God Blow out the sun so that everything can roll around in lust, man and woman, man and beast, They'll doin broad day- light, they'll do it on our hands, like flies Woman! That woman is hot, hotf On and on, on580 / WovzeoK and on, Gunps up) The bastard! Look how he's tabbing het grabbing het bod) Hehe got fernows ike sued wo have het singr armmenrice: (Drache onthe fale) Yet when a madere sands feaning against te steam of Une and/or gives srayct inthe wisdom of Goa, tskinghinclls Why docs Man exist Why docs Man ex? Dut erly Xy unto yous hon could the tarmer, the coope, the shouraken the doe tor eis if Coe hada't crested man? How could the tallor exe if God hadn't given man a feling of shame? How could the sealer exist it mex ti’ fee the necesty of kling one ance? Therefore, co not ye detjtn ye 9 ie sfovely and fine, je all tht ls earthy passing, chen ‘oney sms eventually decay a conch, ay dene frond, oes pis cose vo that Jol tie 12 (Open fla.) ‘worzxcx: On and ont On and onl Shht Musiet (Stretches out on the ground) Hawhat—inhat are you saying? Louder, louder. ..stab—stab the bitch to death? Stab—stab the biteh to death Should 1? Must 12 Do T hear it over there, isthe ‘wind sayingit too? It goes on and on-—stab her to death... to death 13 (ight) (anpnas and wovzsck in ale) Wovzsck: ‘(Shales anpnes.) Andres! Andres! I can’t sleep, When T close imy eyes, everything stars turning, and I hear the fiddles, on and o0, on anc fon, and then there's a voice from the wall. Don’t you hear anytl anpues: Oh, yeah. Let them dance! God bless us, amen. (Falls algp again.) ‘worznon: It keeps saying: stab, stabl And it floats between my eyes like a knife, anpexs: Drink some brandy with a painkiller in it, ‘That'll cut your fever 14 nn.) (oxunt majon. woyzecx. oNTOOKERS.) must Major: I'm a man! (Pounds his chest.) A nan, you Kear? Who wants to star something? Iryou're not drunk asa lord, sty away from me, PM shove your nose up yours. Til. (Tewovatcx,) Man, havea drink. A man gotta drink. I wish the world ‘was booze, booze, SCENE 16 worzncK: (Whistes) Rust Majow: You bastard, you want me to pull your tongue out of your throatand wrap it around you? (They ores, worse loses J¥ou want ree to leave you enough breath to fare with? (wovzrax sts onthe bench, exhausted and trembling.) nuncatajon: He thinks he’sso great. Hal Ob, brandy, that’ my life Oh, brands gives me couragel AN oNtooKER: He sure got his. ‘axoritex: He's bleeding. Wovzicx: One thing after another, 6 Shop.) (wovzscx, The yew.) ‘worzecK: The pistol costs too much, Je: Well do you wantitor don'tyou? Wworzerr: How much is the knite? paw: 15 good and straight. You want to cut your {heoat with ie? Well, how aboueit? Tl give it to yout as cheap as anybody else. Your death'll be cheap—but not for nothing. How about it? You'll hhave an economical death wwovzeck: That can ent more than just bread. BW: Two cents Worzecx: There! (Goe off) _gew: Therel Like it was nothing. Buc ics money! The dog. 16 (Room) (canis, MARE, thet creo.) ani: Leaf thongh th ib And no gue sound tn Mi mouths aiy Gad! my Godt Don took sme. (Pag fier) the erbes and Fhae ies baougatunte him a voman taken a tery and ste her the rst Ad Jones sid tim her, 'Nelther da T conden thee: go, ad ino more™ (lsh hands nether) Ny God My'God'T cant Goa june give me enougl Stength to pray. (The cit sng ap to) ‘he boy tikes toe in my hear eu essa lag hee wants (eon the genni maf tees om is “fnges) This ne has golden crowne-hes aking, “And no guile... month," 1 Peter 222. “And the seris. more, John 3-1, ”SCENE 19 ‘Tomorrow Ill go get the queen's child. Blood sausage says, come on, liver sausage! (He lar the ‘crm andi quiet) ante: Franz hasn’tcome, notyesterday, not today It's getting hot in here. (She opens the windoos) “and stood at his feet weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the haits of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with ointment" (Beats hur brews) Is all deadl Say savior, I wish I could anoint your eet! 7 Barracks.) (anpnes, worzeox mumnages dough his things.) worzbox: This jacket in't part of the uniform, ‘Andres. You can use it, Andres. The crucifix is my sistex's—so's the litle ring. I've got an icon, too {to hearts in beautifal gold, Itwas in my mother's Bible, and itsaye ‘May pain be my reward, Through pein Tle my Lord Lar, like Thy boy ved and sor, Sobe my heart forevermore. My mother cin only feel the sun shining om her hands now That doen mater sant (Bank, ans techn Yeah, Wovzncxt (Pull ota pee of pope) Biedsich Johann Franz Woyecc, soldier seman in the second regiment second batalion, fousth company, born on the Feas ofthe Anmtncaton Todg Tim thingy years seven month ad gee dae ca, sawpnis: Hang you better go to the hosplal, You [poor guy--drnk brandy vith paiskler ine heel ase teen Wworzeck: You know, Andes, when the carpentes nulls chose boss togeties nobody know wos going tobe lying betscen them. 8 (Thevoctox s courtyard.) (rupevts below, hepocton at the atic window.) pocron: Gentlemen, I am on the roof like David when he savs Bathshebe,” but all seo are panties hanging in the garden of the girls’ boarding house. Gentlemen, we are dealing with the icy pportant question of the relationship of subject 10 object. If we take only one of the things in which “And stood at his fet... ointment? Lake 797-98 David when he sae Batisheba, cf Samm 12M, Woyzeck / 599 the organic selFaffirmation ofthe Divine manifests itself to such a high degree, and examine its rela ionship to space, to the earth, to the planetary system... gentlemen, if throw this eat oof the window, how will it relate to the coutrum gravile- tionis® and ‘to its own instinct? Hey, Woyzeck. (Shouis) Woyzeck! (noeroR comes down) wovzeck: Bacios it bites! octox: ‘The fellow holds the beast so tenderly like it was his own grandmother! WovzFex: Doctor, "ve got the shivers Doctor: (llaai,) Say, that’s wonderful, Woyzeck! (Rubs his hands. He takes the cat.) What's this, gen- Usmen—a new species of rabbit louse, a beautifal species, (He pulls out a magnifjing glass) Gentle= men—(The cat runs off) gentlemen, that animal hhas no scientific instinet. Gentlemen, instead of that you can see something else. Take note of this jan—for a quarter ofa year he hasn't eaten any- thing but peas. Notice the result. Feel how uneven his pulse is. There-—and the eyes. Wovzecn: Doctor, everything's getting black. (He sts down.) poctor: Couragel Just a few more days, Woyzeck, and then ici Be all over. Feel him, gentlemen, feel him. (srunenrs joel his temples, pulse, and éhest.) Apropos, Woyzeck, wiggle your ears forthe gentiemen. Tmeant to show ie to you before. He lses two muscles, Come on, hop to it) wovzeok: Oh, Doctor! pocrox: You dog, do T have to wiggle them for you? Are you going to act like the cat? This, gentle- men, represents a transition to the donkey, fre- ‘quently resulting from being brought up by Women and from the use of the mother tongu How much hair has your mother pulled out for a tender memory? Its gotten very thin in the last few days. Yes, the peas, gentlemen, 19 (Stret.) (caw: with te girs in front ofthe house door oRAND- MoTHER, Then wovzeen,) onras: “ow iright the sun on Candlemas Day, (On fds of golden gran, As io by 00 they marched along Down the county lane ‘Tas pipers up in font, The fate in a chain, There socks ‘centron gravitation center of gravity.640) WOYZECK saner unto: Ldon’tike it Secown cry: What do you want anyway? ‘panna cnoe Why'd you a1 econ crt: Yeah, Why? mist cx Because! Sono tio: Why because? ‘inp citar Who's golog to slog—2 (Laks quton gly around the cle and po tenis CL.) raast cua: Lean suouc cron Marie, you sing. us ane: Come, yu title crabs (Children's gemes Herod") Grandmother, tella story onanpatoriten: Once upon a time, there was a poor Title child with no father and no mother. Every: ig was dead, and no one was left in the whole ‘world. Everything was dead, and the child went and ctied day and night. And since nobody was Tefton the earth, he wanted to go up to the heav- fens, ‘cause the moon vas looking at him so friendly, and when he finally got to the moon, the ‘moon was a piece of rotten wood, and then he went to the stn, ancl when he got there, the sun vas a wilted sunflowes, and when he got to the stars, they were litde golden flies stuck up there Tike the shrike® sticks them on the blackthom; and shen he wanted to go back down to the ‘earth, the earth was an upset pot, and the child was ail alone, and he sat down and cried, and there he sits to this day, alt alone, wovarox: Marie! maxis: (Startled) What ist? worzEck: Mari, we have to go. It's time, ante: Where to? wovzeck: How do Tknow? “Ringaround-arosy" and “King 20 (Geaening: The tow inthe distance.) (saste. woxzece.) ante: ‘That must be the town back there. I's dark, ‘wovzeex: Stay here. Come on, sit down, ant But have to get back. wovzeck: You won't get sore feet. Manis: What's gotten into you! ‘worzeck: Do you know how longit’s been, Marie? ne of the children’s game or rhyme detives from the biblical gue who ordered the ms sere of children (Mat. 2). vite, ao kaown as the because impale its prey on thors “King. Herod,” the SCENE 22 anus: ‘Two years since Pentecost.? ‘ywovarck: Do you know how long it’s going to be? Masts: T've got to go make supper. worzeok: Are you freezing, Marie? But you're warm, ‘How hot yous lips arel Hot—the hot breath of 3 whore—but Td give heaven and earth to kiss them once more, Once you're cold, you don't freeze anymore, The morning dew won't make you freeze. ‘ante: What are you talking about? wovzecK: Nothing. (Silom) awie: Look how red the moon i. worzEok: Likea bloody blade, ante: Whatare you up to? Kram ‘pulls out the Kn) Prama—vait helpt Wovzuck: Take that and that! Can’t you die? There! ‘Therel Ah—she's sul twitching. Not yet? Not yee Sil alive? (Kospr on stabbing )Are you dead? Dead Dead! (People approach, he runs of) Tor odessie” at (Too people) rnsrPunson: Watt Secon Pexsow You hear Sbhl Over there! ‘inst mason: Ooh! There! What a sound! ;couD rensont: ‘That's the water, i calling: Nobody has drowned fora long time. Let's go. 1's bad to hear things like that. sans Penson Ooh! There ii again, Like someone ‘ying. sucon PERSON: I's weird. Is 20 fogyy—griy mist verywhere ad the becles huramingike broken bella Lets get out of herel rast Pinson? Noi (00 clear, too loud. Up this ‘ray. Come on, 2 cc) (wovzncr, navey. Rant. necxneres, Prop) wovarck: Dance, all of you, on.and on. Sweat and stink. He'll get you all in the end. 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