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KRAKAU [_comfortably lights his pipe, relaxes_]. Well, now we'll see how good you are at working out problems.
HELMS. I don't think I can do it.
KRAKAU [_reading_]. Sure you can.
HELMS. Look here. Would you check with the bishop?
KRAKAU [_studies the board_]. No ... that loses you the queen.... Hum ... you've sort of mixed it up.... Back with that rook.
HELMS. How's that?
KRAKAU. Brilliant!
HELMS. Knut is back at school by this time.
KRAKAU. Yes, probably studying his lessons.
HELMS. He's a boy.
KRAKAU. None better.
HELMS. Isn't it nice to talk about him like this ... calm and friendly?... You have no cause to be jealous any more, ha, ha!
KRAKAU. And you needn't be stuck up any more, ha, ha!
HELMS. No, ha, ha! There, I've muddled it again.
KRAKAU. No, you haven't.... Just move here ... and here.
HELMS [_suddenly takes out his purse_]. By the way, I owe you twenty-seven pfennig.
KRAKAU. There's no hurry.
HELMS. Take it!
KRAKAU. All right. [_He rises._]
HELMS. Where are you going?
KRAKAU [_at the chiffonier_]. We forgot the flowers.
HELMS. Oh, yes!
KRAKAU. They smell so fragrant. [_Puts them on the table._]
HELMS [_takes a flower and puts it in Krakau's b.u.t.tonhole_]. You must wear one.
KRAKAU [_overcome_]. Thank you, Helms, thank you. [_They bend over the chessboard again._]
HELMS [_rubs his hands with delight_]. Now white moves.
KRAKAU [_considering_]. White moves.... I should say ... there ... that p.a.w.n ... I'd sacrifice it.
HELMS [_picks it up with playful tenderness_]. Poor little white p.a.w.n!
[_Places it on the board._]
[_They study the next move absorbedly as the curtain falls._]
[_Curtain._]
BROTHERS
A SARDONIC COMEDY
BY LEWIS BEACH
Copyright, 1920, by Frank Shay.
All rights reserved.
CHARACTERS
SETH.
LON.
PA.
BROTHERS was first presented by the Provincetown Players, New York.
Applications for permission to produce BROTHERS should be addressed to Frank Shay, Four Christopher Street, New York City. No performance may take place without his consent.
BROTHERS
A SARDONIC COMEDY BY LEWIS BEACH
[SCENE: _A very small room in a tar-papered shanty, reeking poverty. The entrance is center-back,--a few boards nailed together for a door. A similar door, opening into the bedroom of the shack, upstage right. Downstage left, a broken window. Left center, a rusty cooking stove. Above it, a series of shelves holding a few dishes and cooking utensils. Rough board table in the center of the room. A kitchen chair at the right of the table.
A large wooden rocker near the stove; rope and wire hold it together. An arm-chair, below the bedroom door is full of newspapers. Several heterogeneous colored prints culled from out-of-date newspapers and calendars are tacked on the rain-stained walls. When the entrance door is open we see a cleared, sandy spot with a background of scrub oaks and jack pines._
_The curtain rises on the late afternoon of a spring day._
