The Collected Shorter Plays Beckett

The Collected Shorter Plays Beckett

Samuel Beckett

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0802144381

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Samuel Beckett, the great minimalist master and winner of the 1969 Nobel Prize for Literature, produced some of his most widely praised work for the stage in the form of the short play. This complete and definitive collection of twenty-five plays and “playlets” includes Beckett’s celebrated Krapp’s Last Tape, Embers, Cascando, Play, Eh Joe, Not I, and Footfalls, as well as his mimes, all his radio and television plays, his screenplay for Film, his adaptation of Robert Pinget’s The Old Tune, and the more recent Catastrophe, What Where, Quad, and Night and Dreams.

A Clash of Kings (Song of Ice and Fire, Book 2)

The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus

Cane River

Are You Sitting Down?

Volpone and Other Plays

Plays and Fragments
















it. [Confidentially.] There is a levelling going on! [Pause.] What age is she now? ADA I have lost count of time. HENRY Twelve? Thirteen? [Pause.] Fourteen? ADA I really could not tell you, Henry. HENRY It took us a long time to have her. [Pause.] Years we kept hammering away at it. [Pause.] But we did it in the end. [Pause. Sigh.] We had her in the end. [Pause.] Listen to it! [Pause.] It’s not so bad when you get out on it. [Pause.] Perhaps I should have gone into the merchant

the first, agreed. But in such a context! S And the milk, sir, don’t forget the milk. A The breast! One can almost see it! S Who got her in that condition, there’s another question for us. A What condition, miss, I fail to follow you. S Someone has fecundated her. [Pause. Impatient.] If she is in milk someone must have fecundated her. A To be sure! S Who? A [very excited] You mean . . . S I ask myself. [Pause.] A May we have that passage again, miss? S “Have yourself opened, Maud

there . . . nearly . . . Woburn . . . hang on . . . don’t let go . . . lights gone . . . of the land . . . all gone . . . nearly all . . . too far . . . too late . . . of the sky . . . those . . . if you like . . . he need only . . . turn over . . . he’d see them . . . shine on him . . . but no . . . he clings on . . . Woburn . . . he’s changed . . . nearly enough— [Silence.] MUSIC . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

appeared, all that time, would I have, could I have, gone on begging, all that time? Not just vanished within my little sanctum and busied myself with something else, or with nothing, busied myself with nothing? Until the time came, with break of day, to issue forth again, shed robe and skull, resume my hat and great coat, and issue forth again, to walk the roads. 25. Dissolve to S empty. 2 seconds. M1 in robe and skullcap emerges from north shadow, advances five steps and stands facing camera.

“living soul,” coming to rest of rock, faint fade of light. Long pause.] W More. [Pause. Rock and voice together.] V till in the end the day came in the end came close of a long day sitting at her window quiet at her window only window facing other windows other only windows all blinds down never one up hers alone up till the day came in the end came close of a long day sitting at her window quiet at her window all eyes all sides high and low for a blind up one blind up

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