1 Thank you for being so kind! I need kindness now.
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SCENE I·V r
It is early tlte following morning. There is a confi,sion of street cries like a
choral_chant.
(lO <PCPI'er(_(_ STELLA is lying dow,i in the bedroo11,. Her face is sere11e in tl,c early
-~· morning sunlight. One hand rests on her belly, roundittg slightly tvitl,
pR2.(/~0,S new matert1ity. -Prom the other dangles a book of ~loured comics. Her
~h"° cornplele co~t{n
SNe\lOS ~~-
,a -
• SCENE I V s ~ \ ~ ~ s 5 \Ed
tyts lltlil lips havt that almost narcotiztd tranquillity that is in
Jaets of Eastan idols. .L .
,J
- .
Tht t11blt is sloppy with rtnwans oj brtaltfast and tht dtbns of tht
prtctding night, and STANLEY'S gaudy pyjamas lit across tht thrts-
i • hold of tht bathroom. The outsidt door is slightly ajar on a sky of
~ summn brilliance. (9~ 'i-h,
BLANCHE apptars at this Joor. Sht has sptnt a slttpltss night and, ~L.. ~(ct
ha apptarana tntirtly contrasts with STELLA' s. She presses her 1b Y ~
lenuckles ntrvously to ht[ lips as sht looks through tht do~r, before
0 tnttring. ~~ ~Jfe ,~rt :f{~ e r ~
BLANCBB: Stella? \
STBLLA~tirring lazily]: Hmmh? c:\~ "' ~~ v~
BLANCHE uttns a moaning cry and runs intotht bt~om, throw ing~..
btrstlfdown btside STBLLA in a rush ofhysterical tenderness. IY\ctf {\~(.
BLANCHE: B~by, my baby sister! •
STELLA [drawing away from htr]: Blanche, wha! is the matter with
you? .... t.ci,-o. to\-o e ~ U \ ~ ~ · •
BtANCHBstraighttns up slowly and stands btsidt the btd looking down
at htr sisttr with ltnudelts prtsStd to htr lips..
Bi.ANCHB: He's left? ~
!::r:i~!r;Jt be back? , ~ B\. he\. new o..-\hrEn.t
STJLLA: He's gone to get the car greased. Why?
BLANCHE: Why! I've been half crazy, Stella! When I fowid out
'Y.ou'd been insane enough to come back in here after what ha.ppcned,
• f-lstart ed to rush in aftcryou! 1 <3-\ e.\\Q .~l t ) ~ ~
STELLA{ I'm glad you didn't. ' ~~
BLANCHE: What were you thinking of? (STELLA makts an indtfinitt
gtsturt.] Answer me! What? What?
f\JS6
StBLLA: Please, Blanche! Sit down and stop yelling.
BLJL~Hll: All right, S!clla. I will rcP.eat the question quietly now.
How could you come back in this place last nifht? Why, you must
. have slept with him! C,\~ ~ U\ \Ul_ue,:s
Sr1ttAgtts up in a ulm and ltisurtly way. ____ •
STELL~: ~lanche, I'd forgotten how excitable you areJ You're
making much too much fuss about this.
BtANCB1: Am I?
STBttA: Yes, you arc, Blanche. I know how it must have seemed
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SCENE I·V r
It is early tlte following morning. There is a confi,sion of street cries like a
choral_chant.
(lO <PCPI'er(_(_ STELLA is lying dow,i in the bedroo11,. Her face is sere11e in tl,c early
-~· morning sunlight. One hand rests on her belly, roundittg slightly tvitl,
pR2.(/~0,S new matert1ity. -Prom the other dangles a book of ~loured comics. Her
~h"° cornplele co~t{n
SNe\lOS ~~-
,a -
• SCENE I V s ~ \ ~ ~ s 5 \Ed
tyts lltlil lips havt that almost narcotiztd tranquillity that is in
Jaets of Eastan idols. .L .
,J
- .
Tht t11blt is sloppy with rtnwans oj brtaltfast and tht dtbns of tht
prtctding night, and STANLEY'S gaudy pyjamas lit across tht thrts-
i • hold of tht bathroom. The outsidt door is slightly ajar on a sky of
~ summn brilliance. (9~ 'i-h,
BLANCHE apptars at this Joor. Sht has sptnt a slttpltss night and, ~L.. ~(ct
ha apptarana tntirtly contrasts with STELLA' s. She presses her 1b Y ~
lenuckles ntrvously to ht[ lips as sht looks through tht do~r, before
0 tnttring. ~~ ~Jfe ,~rt :f{~ e r ~
BLANCBB: Stella? \
STBLLA~tirring lazily]: Hmmh? c:\~ "' ~~ v~
BLANCHE uttns a moaning cry and runs intotht bt~om, throw ing~..
btrstlfdown btside STBLLA in a rush ofhysterical tenderness. IY\ctf {\~(.
BLANCHE: B~by, my baby sister! •
STELLA [drawing away from htr]: Blanche, wha! is the matter with
you? .... t.ci,-o. to\-o e ~ U \ ~ ~ · •
BtANCHBstraighttns up slowly and stands btsidt the btd looking down
at htr sisttr with ltnudelts prtsStd to htr lips..
Bi.ANCHB: He's left? ~
!::r:i~!r;Jt be back? , ~ B\. he\. new o..-\hrEn.t
STJLLA: He's gone to get the car greased. Why?
BLANCHE: Why! I've been half crazy, Stella! When I fowid out
'Y.ou'd been insane enough to come back in here after what ha.ppcned,
• f-lstart ed to rush in aftcryou! 1 <3-\ e.\\Q .~l t ) ~ ~
STELLA{ I'm glad you didn't. ' ~~
BLANCHE: What were you thinking of? (STELLA makts an indtfinitt
gtsturt.] Answer me! What? What?
f\JS6
StBLLA: Please, Blanche! Sit down and stop yelling.
BLJL~Hll: All right, S!clla. I will rcP.eat the question quietly now.
How could you come back in this place last nifht? Why, you must
. have slept with him! C,\~ ~ U\ \Ul_ue,:s
Sr1ttAgtts up in a ulm and ltisurtly way. ____ •
STELL~: ~lanche, I'd forgotten how excitable you areJ You're
making much too much fuss about this.
BtANCB1: Am I?
STBttA: Yes, you arc, Blanche. I know how it must have seemed
