ACT III, SCENE i (end of play)
ACT III
An hour later.
At curtain, there is a sullen light of gloom in the living
room, gray light not unlike that which began the first
scene of Act One. At left we can see WALTER within his
room, alone with himself. He is stretched out on the bed,
his shirt out and open, his arms under his head. He does
not smoke, he does not cry out, he merely lies there,
looking up at the ceiling, much as if he were alone in the
world.
In the living room BENEATHA sits at the table, still sur-
rounded by the now almost ominous packing crates. She
sits looking off. We feel that this is a mood struck perhaps
an hour before, and it lingers now, full of the empty
sound of profound disappointment. We see on a line from
her brother's bedroom the sameness of their attitudes.
Presently the bell rings and BENEATHA rises without am-
bition or interest in answering. It is ASAGAI, smiling
broadly, striding into the room with energy and happy
expectation and conversation.
ASAGAI I came over ... I had some free time. I thought
I might help with the pacjdng. Ah, I like the look of
packing crates! A household in preparation for a jour-
ney! It depresses some people . . . but for me ... it
is another feeling. Something full of the flow of life, do
you understand? Movement, progress ... It makes me
think of Africa.
BENEATHA Africa!
ASAGAI What kind of a mood is this? Have I told you
how deeply you move me?
BENEATHA He gave away the money, Asagai . . .
ASAGAI Who gave away what money?
BENEATHA The insurance money. My brother gave it
away.
ASAGAI Gave it away?
BENEATHA He made an investment! With a man even
Travis wouldn't have trusted with his most worn-out
marbles.
ASAGAI And it's gone?
BENEATHA Gone!
ASAGAI I'm very sorry . . . And you, now?
BENEATHA Me? . . . Me? . . . Me, I'm nothing . . . Me.
When I was very small ... we used to take our sleds
out in the wintertime and the only hills we had were the
ice-covered stone steps of some houses down the street.
And we used to fill them in with snow and make them
smooth and slide down them all day . . . and it was very
dangerous, you know ... far too steep . . . and sure
enough one day a kid named Rufus came down too fast
and hit the sidewalk and we saw his face just split open
right there in front of us ... And I remember standing
there looking at his bloody open face thinking that was
the end of Rufus. But the ambulance came and they
took him to the hospital and they fixed the broken bones
and they sewed it all up ... and the next time I saw
Rufus he just had a little line down the middle of his
face ... I never got over that . . .
ASAGAI What?
BENEATHA That that was what one person could do for
another, fix him up sew up the problem, make him
all right again. That was the most marvelous thing in
the world ... I wanted to do that. I always thought
it was the one concrete thing in the world that a human
being could do. Fix up the sick, you know and make
them whole again. This was truly being God . . .
ASAGAI You wanted to be God?
BENEATHA No I wanted to cure. It used to be so im-
portant to me. I wanted to cure. It used to matter. I
used to care. I mean about people and how their bodies
hurt . . .
ASAGAI And you've stopped caring?
BENEATHA Yes I think so.
ASAGAI Why?
BENEATHA (Bitterly) Because it doesn't seem deep
enough, close enough to what ails mankind! It was a
child's way of seeing things or an idealist's.
ASAGAI Children see things very well sometimes and
idealists even better.
BENEATHA I know that's what you think. Because you
are still where I left off. You with all your talk and
dreams about Africa! You still think you can patch up
the world. Cure the Great Sore of Colonialism (Loft-
ily, mocking it) with the Penicillin of Independence !
ASAGAI Yes!
BENEATHA Independence and then what? What about all
the crooks and thieves and just plain idiots who will
come into power and steal and plunder the same as
before only now they will be black and do it in the
name of the new Independence WHAT ABOUT
THEM?!
ASAGAI That will be the problem for another time. First
we must get there.
BENEATHA And where does it end?
ASAGAI End? Who even spoke of an end? To life? To
living?
BENEATHA An end to misery! To stupidity! Don't you see
there isn't any real progress, Asagai, there is only one
large circle that we march in, around and around, each
of us with our own little picture in front of us our
own little mirage that we think is the future.
ASAGAI That is the mistake.
BENEATHA What?
ASAGAI What you just said about the circle. It isn't a
circle it is simply a long line as in geometry, you
know, one that reaches into infinity. And because we
cannot see the end we also cannot see how it changes.
And it is very odd but those who see the changes who
dream, who will not give up are called idealists . . .
and those who see only the circle we call them the
"realists"!
BENEATHA Asagai, while I was sleeping in that bed in
there, people went out and took the future right out of
my hands! And nobody asked me, nobody consulted
me they just went out and changed my life!
ASAGAI Was it your money?
BENEATHA What?
ASAGAI Was it your money he gave away?
BENEATHA It belonged to all of us.
ASAGAI But did you earn it? Would you have had it at all
if your father had not died?
BENEATHA No.
ASAGAI Then isn't there something wrong in a house
in a world where all dreams, good or bad, must depend
on the death of a man? I never thought to see you like
this, Alaiyo. You! Your brother made a mistake and
you are grateful to him so that now you can give up
the ailing human race on account of it! You talk about
what good is struggle, what good is anything! Where
are we all going and why are we bothering!
BENEATHA AND YOU CANNOT ANSWER IT!
ASAGAI (Shouting over her) I LIVE THE ANSWER!
(Pause) In my village at home it is the exceptional man
who can even read a newspaper ... or who ever sees a
book at all. I will go home and much of what I will
have to say will seem strange to the people of my
village. But I will teach and work and things will
happen, slowly and swiftly. At times it will seem that
nothing changes at all ... and then again the sud-
den dramatic events which make history leap into
the future. And then quiet again. Retrogression even.
Guns, murder, revolution. And I even will have mo-
ments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than
all that death and hatred. But I will look about my vil-
lage at the illiteracy and disease and ignorance and I
will not wonder long. And perhaps . . . perhaps I will
be a great man ... I mean perhaps I will hold on to
the substance of truth and find my way always with the
right course . . . and perhaps for it I will be butchered
in my bed some night by the servants of empire . . .
BENEATHA The martyr!
ASAGAI (He smiles) ... or perhaps I shall live to be a
very old man, respected and esteemed in my new nation
. . . And perhaps I shall hold office and this is what I'm
trying to tell .you, Alaiyo: Perhaps the things I believe
now for my country will be wrong and outmoded, and I
will not understand and do terrible things to have things
my way or merely to keep my power. Don't you see that
there will be young men and women not British sol-
diers then, but my own black countrymen to step
out of the shadows some evening and slit my then
useless throat? Don't you see they have always been
there . . . that they always will be. And that such a
thing as my own death will be an advance? They who
might kill me even . . . actually replenish all that I was.
BENEATHA Oh, Asagai, I know all that.
ASAGAI Good! Then stop moaning and groaning and tell
me what you plan to do.
BENEATHA Do?
ASAGAI I have a bit of a suggestion.
BENEATHA What?
ASAGAI (Rather quietly for him) That when it is all over
that you come home with me
BENEATHA (Staring at him and crossing away with exas-
peration) Oh Asagai at this moment you decide
to be romantic!
ASAGAI (Quickly understanding the misunderstanding)
My dear, young creature of the New World I do. not
mean across the city I mean across the ocean: home
to Africa.
BENEATHA (Slowly understanding and turning to him with
murmured amazement) To Africa?
ASAGAI Yes! . . . (Smiling and lifting his arms playfully)
Three hundred years later the African Prince rose up
out of the seas and swept the maiden back across the
middle passage over which her ancestors had come
BENEATHA ( Unable to play) To to Nigeria?
ASAGIA Nigeria. Home. (Coming to her with genuine ro-
mantic flippancy) I will show you our mountains and
our stars; and give you cool drinks from gourds and
teach you the old songs and the ways of our people
and, in time, we will pretend that (Very Softly) you
have only been away for a day. Say that you'll come
(He swings her around and takes her full in his arms
in a kiss which proceeds to passion)
BENEATHA (Pulling away suddenly) You're getting me
all mixed up
ASAGAI Why?
BENEATHA Too many things too many things have
happened today. I must sit down and think. I don't
know what I feel about anything right this minute.
(She promptly sits down and props her chin on her
fist)
ASAGAI (Charmed) All right, I shall leave you. No
don't get up. (Touching her, gently, sweetly) Just sit
awhile and think . . . Never be afraid to sit awhile and
think. (He goes to door and looks at her) How often
I have looked at you and said, "Ah so this is what
the New World hath finally wrought . . ."
(He exits. BENEATHA sits on alone. Presently
WALTER enters from his room and starts to rum-
mage through things, feverishly looking for some-
thing. She looks up and turns in her seat)
BENEATHA (Hissingly) Yes just look at what the New
World hath wrought! . . . Just look! (She gestures with
bitter disgust) There he is! Monsieur le petit bourgeois
noir himself! There he is Symbol of a Rising Class!
Entrepreneur! Titan of the system! (WALTER ignores
her completely and continues frantically and destruc-
tively looking for something and hurling things to floor
and tearing things out of their place in his search.
BENEATHA ignores the eccentricity of his actions and
goes on with the monologue of insult) Did you dream
of yachts on Lake Michigan, Brother? Did you see your-
self on that Great Day sitting down at the Conference
Table, surrounded by all the mighty bald-headed men
in America? AH halted, waiting, breathless, waiting for
your pronouncements on industry? Waiting for you
Chairman of the Board! (WALTER finds what he is
looking for a small piece of white paper and pushes
it in his pocket and puts on his coat and rushes out
without ever having looked at her. She shouts after
him} I look at you and I see the final triumph of
stupidity in the world!
(The door slams and she returns to just sitting
again. RUTH comes quickly out of MAMA'S room)
RUTH Who was that?
BENEATHA Your husband.
RUTH Where did he go?
BENEATHA Who knows maybe he has an appointment
at U.S. Steel.
RUTH (Anxiously, with frightened eyes) You didn't say
nothing bad to him, did you?
BENEATHA Bad? Say anything bad to him? No I told
him he was a sweet boy and full of dreams and every-
thing is strictly peachy keen, as the ofay kids say!
(MAMA enters from her bedroom. She is lost,
vague, trying to catch hold, to make some sense of
her former command of the world, but it still
eludes her. A sense of waste overwhelms her gait;
a measure of apology rides on her shoulders. She
goes to her plant, which has remained on the
table, looks at it, picks it up and takes it to the
window sill and sits it outside, and she stands and
looks at it a long moment. Then she closes the
window, straightens her body with effort and turns
around to her children)
MAMA Well ain't it a mess in here, though? (A false
cheerfulness, a beginning of something) I guess we all
better stop moping around and get some work done.
All this unpacking and everything we got to do. (RUTH
raises her head slowly in response to the sense of the
line; and BENEATHA in similar manner turns very slowly
to look at her mother} One of you all better call the
moving people and tell 'em not to come.
RUTH Tell 'em not to come?
MAMA Of course, baby. Ain't no need in 'em coming all
the way here and having to go back. They charges for
that too. (She sits down, fingers to her brow, thinking)
Lord, ever since I was a little girl, I always remembers
people saying, "Lena Lena Eggleston, you aims too
high all the time. You needs to slow down and see life
a little more like it is. Just slow down some." That's
what they always used to say down home "Lord, that
Lena Eggleston is a high-minded thing. She'll get her
due one day!"
RUTH No, Lena ...
MAMA Me and Big Walter just didn't never learn right.
RUTH Lena, no! We gotta go. Bennie tell her ...
(She rises and crosses to BENEATHA with her arms out-
stretched. BENEATHA doesn't respond) Tell her we
can still move . . . the notes ain't but a hundred and
twenty-five a month. We got four grown people in this
house we can work
MAMA (To herself) Just aimed too high all the time
RUTH (Turning and going to MAMA fast the words pour-
ing out with urgency and desperation) Lena Til work
. . . I'll work twenty hours a day in all the kitchens in
Chicago , . . Fll strap my baby on my back if I have
to and scrub all the floors in America and wash all the
sheets in America if I have to but we got to MOVE!
We got to get OUT OF HERE!!
(MAMA reaches out absently and pats RUTH'S
hand)
MAMA No I sees things differently now. Been thinking
'bout some of the things we could do to fix this place
up some. I seen a second-hand bureau over on Maxwell
Street just the other day that could fit right there.
(She points to where the new furniture might go. RUTH
wanders away from her) Would need some new handles
on it and then a little varnish and it look like something
brand-new. And we can put up them new curtains in
the kitchen . . . Why this place be looking fine. Cheer us
all up so that we forget trouble ever come . . . (To
RUTH) And you could get some nice screens to put up in
your room round the baby's bassinet . . * (She looks at
both of them, pleadingly) Sometimes you just got to
know when to give up some things . . . and hold on to
what you got. . . .
(WALTER enters from the outside, looking spent
and leaning against the door, his coat hanging
from him)
MAMA Where you been, son?
WALTER (Breathing hard) Made a call
MAMA To who, son?
WALTER To The Man. (He heads for his room)
MAMA What man, baby?
WALTER (Stops in the door) The Man, Mama. Don't
you know who The Man is?
RUTH Walter Lee?
WALTER The Man. Like the guys in the streets say
The Man. Captain Boss Mistuh Charley . . . Old
Cap'n Please Mr. Bossman . . .
BENEATHA (Suddenly) Lindner!
WALTER That's right! That's good. I told him to come
right over.
BENEATHA (Fiercely, understanding) For what? What
do you want to see him for!
WALTER (Looking at his sister) We going to do busi-
ness with him.
MAMA What you talking 'bout, son?
WALTER Talking 'bout life, Mama. You all always tell-
ing me to see life like it is. Well I laid in there on
my back today . . . and I figured it out. Life just like it
is. Who gets and who don't get. (He sits down with his
coat on and laughs) Mama, you know it's all divided
up. Life is. Sure enough. Between the takers and the
"tooken." (He laughs) I've figured it out finally. (He
looks around at them) Yeah. Some of us always getting
"tooken." (He laughs) People like Willy Harris, they
don't never get "tooken." And you know why the rest
of us do? 'Cause we all mixed up. Mixed up bad. We
get to looking 'round for the right and the wrong; and
we worry about it and cry about it and stay up nights
trying to figure out 'bout the wrong and the right of
things all the time . . . And all the time, man, them
takers is out there operating, just taking and taking.
Willy Harris? Shoot Willy Harris don't even count.
He don't even count in the big scheme of things. But
I'll say one thing for old Willy Harris . . . he's taught
me something. He's taught me to keep my eye on
what counts in this world. Yeah (Shouting out a little)
Thanks, Willy!
RUTH What did you call that man for, Walter Lee?
WALTER Called him to tell him to come on over to the
show. Gonna put on a show for the man. Just what
he wants to see. You see, Mama, the man came here
today and he told us that them people out there where
you want us to move well they so upset they willing
to pay us not to move! (He laughs again) And and
oh, Mama you would of been proud of the way me
and Ruth and Bennie acted. We told him to get out . . .
Lord have mercy! We told the man to get out! Oh, we
was some proud folks this afternoon, yeah. (He lights a
cigarette) We were still full of that old-time stuff . . .
RUTH {Coming toward him slowly) You talking 'bout
taking them people's money to keep us from moving in
that house?
WALTER I ain't just talking 'bout it, baby I'm telling
you that's what's going to happen!
BENEATHA Oh, God! Where is the bottom! Where is the
real honest-to-God bottom so he can't go any farther!
WALTER See that's the old stuff. You and that boy that
was here today. You all want everybody to carry a
flag and a spear and sing some marching songs, huh?
You wanna spend your life looking into things and try-
ing to find the right and the wrong part, huh? Yeah.
You know what's going to happen to that boy someday
he'll find himself sitting in a dungeon, locked in
forever and the takers will have the key! Forget it,
baby! There ain't no causes there ain't nothing but
taking in this world, and he who takes most is smartest
and it don't make a damn bit of difference how.
MAMA You making something inside me cry, son. Some
awful pain inside me.
WALTER Don't cry, Mama. Understand. That white man
is going to walk in that door able to write checks for
more money than we ever had. It's important to him
and I'm going to help him . . . I'm going to put on the
show, Mama.
MAMA Son I come from five generations of people
who was slaves and sharecroppers but ain't nobody
in my family never let nobody pay 'em no money that
was a way of telling us we wasn't fit to walk the earth.
We ain't never been that poor. (Raising her eyes and
looking at him) We ain't never been that dead inside.
BENEATHA Well we are dead now. All the talk about
dreams and sunlight that goes on in this house. It's all
dead now.
WALTER What's the matter with you all! I didn't make
this world! It was give to me this way! Hell, yes, I
want me some yachts someday! Yes, I want to hang
some real pearls 'round my wife's neck. Ain't she sup-
posed to wear no pearls? Somebody tell me tell me,
who decides which women is suppose to wear pearls
in this world. I tell you I am a man and I think my
wife should wear some pearls in this world!
(This last line hangs a good while and WALTER
begins to move about the room. The word "Man"
has penetrated his consciousness; he mumbles it
to himself repeatedly between strange agitated
pauses as he moves about)
MAMA Baby, how you going to feel on the inside?
WALTER Fine! . . . Going to feel fine . , . a man . . .
MAMA You won't have nothing left then, Walter Lee.
WALTER (Coming to her) I'm going to feel fine, Mama.
I'm going to look that son-of-a-bitch in the eyes and
say (He falters) and say, "All right, Mr. Lindner
(He falters even more) that's your neighborhood out
there! You got the right to keep it like you want! You
got the right to have it like you want! Just write the
check and the house is yours." And and I am going
to say (His voice almost breaks) "And you you
people just put the money in my hand and you won't
have to live next to this bunch of stinking niggers! . . ."
(He straightens up and moves away from his mother,
walking around the room) And maybe maybe I'll just
get down on my black knees . . . (He does so; RUTH and
BENNIE and MAMA watch him in frozen horror) "Cap-
tain, Mistuh, Bossman (Groveling and grinning and
wringing his hands in profoundly anguished imitation of
the slow-witted movie stereotype) A-hee-hee-hee! Oh,
yassuh boss! Yasssssuh! Great white (Voice breaking,
he forces himself to go on) Father, just gi' ussen de
money, fo' God's sake, and we's we's ain't gwine come
out deh and dirty up yo* white folks neighborhood . . ."
(He breaks down completely) And I'll feel fine! Fine!
FINE! (He gets up and goes into the bedroom)
BENEATHA That is not a man. That is nothing but a tooth-
less rat.
MAMA Yes death done come in this here house. (She
is nodding, slowly, reflectively) Done come walking in
my house on the lips of my children. You what sup-
posed to be my beginning again. You what supposed
to be my harvest. (To BENEATHA) You you mourn-
ing your brother?
BENEATHA He's no brother of mine.
MAMA What you say?
BENEATHA I said that that individual in that room is no
brother of mine.
MAMA That's what I thought you said. You feeling like
you better than he is today? (BENEATHA does not an-
swer) Yes? What you tell him a minute ago? That he
wasn't a man? Yes? You give him up for me? You done
wrote his epitaph too like the rest of the world? Well,
who give you the privilege?
BENEATHA Be on my side for once! You saw what he
just did, Mama! You saw him down on his knees.
Wasn't it you who taught me to despise any man who
would do that? Do what he's going to do?
MAMA Yes I taught you that. Me and your daddy. But
I thought I taught you something else too ... I thought
I taught you to love him.
BENEATHA Love him? There is nothing left to love.
MAMA There is always something left to love. And if you
ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. (Looking
at her) Have you cried for that boy today? I don't
mean for yourself and for the family 'cause we lost
the money. I mean for him: what he been through and
what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the
time to love somebody the most? When they done good
and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you
ain't through learning because that ain't the time at
all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in his-
self 'cause the world done whipped him so! When you
starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child,
measure him right. Make sure you done taken into ac-
count what hills and valleys he come through before
he got to wherever he is.
(TRAVIS bursts into the room at the end of the
speech, leaving the door open)
TRAVIS Grandmama the moving men are downstairs!
The truck just pulled up.
MAMA (Turning and looking at him) Are they, baby?
They downstairs?
(She sighs and sits. LINDNER appears in the door-
way. He peers in and knocks lightly, to gain at-
tention, and comes in. All turn to look at him)
LINDNER (Hat and briefcase in hand) Uh hello . . .
(RUTH crosses mechanically to the bedroom door
and opens it and lets it swing open -freely and
slowly as the lights come up on WALTER within,
still in his coat, sitting at the far corner of the
room. He looks up and out through the room to
LINDNER)
RUTH He's here.
(A long minute passes and WALTER slowly gets
up)
LINDNER (Coming to the table with efficiency, putting his
briefcase on the table and starting to unfold papers and
unscrew fountain pens) Well, I certainly was glad to
hear from you people. (WALTER has begun the trek out
of the room, slowly and awkwardly, rather like a small
boy, passing the back of his sleeve across his mouth
from time to time) Life can really be so much simpler
than people let it be most of the time. Well with
whom do I negotiate? You, Mrs. Younger, or your
son here? (MAMA sits with her hands folded on her
lap and her eyes closed as WALTER advances. TRAVIS
goes closer to LINDNER and looks at the papers curi-
ously) Just some official papers, sonny.
RUTH Travis, you go downstairs
MAMA (Opening her eyes and looking into WALTER'S)
No. Travis, you stay right here. And you make him
understand what you doing, Walter Lee. You teach
him good. Like Willy Harris taught you. You show
where our five generations done come to. (WALTER
looks from her to the boy, who grins at him innocently)
Go ahead, son (She folds her hands and closes her
eyes) Go ahead.
WALTER (At last crosses to LINDNER, who is reviewing the
contract) Well, Mr. Lindner. (BENEATHA turns away)
We called you (There is a profound, simple groping
quality in his speech) because, well, me and my family
(He looks around and shifts from one foot to the other)
Well we are very plain people . . .
LINDNER Yes
WALTER I mean I have worked as a chauffeur most of
my life and my wife here, she does domestic work in
people's kitchens. So does my mother. I mean we are
plain people . . .
LINDNER Yes, Mr. Younger
WALTER (Really like a small boy, looking down at his
shoes and then up at the man) And uh well, my
father, well, he was a laborer most of his life. . . .
LINDNER (Absolutely confused) Uh, yes yes, I under-
stand. (He turns back to the contract)
WALTER (A beat; staring at him) And my father
(With sudden intensity) My father almost beat a man
to death once because this man called him a bad name
or something, you know what I mean?
LINDNER (Looking up, frozen) No, no, Tin afraid I
don't
WALTER (A beat. The tension hangs; then WALTER steps
back from it) Yeah. Well what I mean is that we
come from people who had a lot of pride. I mean we
are very proud people. And that's my sister over there
and she's going to be a doctor and we are very
proud
LINDNER Well I am sure that is very nice, but
WALTER What I am telling you is that we called you over
here to tell you that we are very proud and that this
(Signaling to TRAVIS) Travis, come here. (TRAVIS
crosses and WALTER draws him before him facing the
man) This is my son, and he makes the sixth generation
our family in this country. And we have all thought
about your offer
LINDNER Well, good . . . good
WALTER And we have decided to move into our house
because my father my father he earned it for us
brick by brick. (MAMA has her eyes closed and is rock-
ing back and forth as though she were in church, with
her head nodding the Amen yes) We don't want to
make no trouble for nobody or fight no causes, and we
will try to be good neighbors. And that's all we got to
say about that. (He looks the man absolutely in the
eyes) We don't want your money. (He turns and walks
away)
LINDNER (Looking around at all of them) I take it then
that you have decided to occupy . . .
BENEATHA That's what the man said.
LINDNER (To MAMA in her reverie) Then I would like
to appeal to you, Mrs. Younger. You are older and
wiser and understand things better I am sure . . ,
MAMA I am afraid you don't understand. My son said
we was going to move and there ain't nothing left for
me to say, (Briskly) You know how these young folks
is nowadays, mister. Can't do a thing with 'em! (As he
opens his mouth, she rises) Good-bye.
LINDNER (Folding up his materials) Well if you are
that final about it - . . there is nothing left for me to
say. (He finishes, almost ignored by the family, who are
concentrating on WALTER LEE. At the door LINDNER
halts and looks around) I sure hope you people know
what you're getting into.
(He shakes his head and exits)
RUTH (Looking around and coming to life) Well, for
God's sake if the moving men are here LETS GET
THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
MAMA (Into action) Ain't it the truth! Look at all this
here mess. Ruth, put Travis' good jacket on him . . .
Walter Lee, fix your tie and tuck your shirt in, you
look like somebody's hoodlum! Lord have mercy, where
is my plant? (She flies to get it amid the general bustling
of the family, who are deliberately trying to ignore the
nobility of the past moment) You all start on down
. . . Travis child, don't go empty-handed . . . Ruth, where
did I put that box with my skillets in it? I want to be in
charge of it myself . . . I'm going to make us the biggest
dinner we ever ate tonight . . . Beneatha, what's the
matter with them stockings? Pull them things up, girl . . .
(The family starts to file out as two moving men
appear and begin to carry out the heavier pieces
of furniture, bumping into the family as they move
about)
BENEATHA Mama, Asagai asked me to marry him today
and go to Africa
MAMA (In the middle of her getting-ready activity) He
did? You ain't old enough to marry nobody (Seeing
the moving men lifting one of her chairs precariously)
Darling, that ain't no bale of cotton, please handle it so
we can sit in it again! I had that chair twenty-five
years . . .
(The movers sigh with exasperation and go on
with their work}
BENEATHA (Girlishly and unreasonably trying to pursue
the conversation) To go to Africa, Mama be a
doctor in Africa . . .
MAMA (Distracted) Yes, baby
WALTER Africa! What he want you to go to Africa for?
BENEATHA To practice there . . .
WALTER Girl, if you don't get all them silly ideas out
your head! You better marry yourself a man with some
loot . . .
BENEATHA (Angrily, precisely as in the first scene of the
play) What have you got to do with who I marry!
WALTER Plenty. Now I think George Murchison
BENEATHA George Murchison! I wouldn't marry him if
he was Adam and I was Eve!
(WALTER and BENEATHA go out yelling at each
other vigorously and the anger is loud and real till
their voices diminish. RUTH stands at the door and
turns to MAMA and smiles knowingly)
MAMA (Fixing her hat at last) Yeah they something
all right, my children . . .
RUTH Yeah they're something. Let's go, Lena.
MAMA (Stalling, starting to look around at the house)
Yes I'm coming. Ruth
RUTH Yes?
MAMA (Quietly, woman to woman) He finally come
into his manhood today, didn't he? Kind of like a rain-
bow after the rain . . .
RUTH (Biting her lip lest her own pride explode in front
of MAMA) Yes, Lena.
(WALTER'S voice calls for them raucously)
WALTER (Off stage) Y'all come on! These people charges
by the hour, you know!
MAMA (Waving RUTH out vaguely) All right, honey
go on down. I be down directly.
(RUTH hesitates, then exits. MAMA stands, at last
alone in the living room, her plant on the table
before her as the lights start to come down. She
looks around at all the walls and ceilings and
suddenly, despite herself, while the children call
below, a great heaving thing rises in her and she
puts her fist to her mouth to stifle it, takes a final
desperate look, pulls her coat about her, pats her
hat and goes out. The lights dim down. The door
opens and she comes back in, grabs her plant, and
goes out for the last time)
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An hour later.
At curtain, there is a sullen light of gloom in the living
room, gray light not unlike that which began the first
scene of Act One. At left we can see WALTER within his
room, alone with himself. He is stretched out on the bed,
his shirt out and open, his arms under his head. He does
not smoke, he does not cry out, he merely lies there,
looking up at the ceiling, much as if he were alone in the
world.
In the living room BENEATHA sits at the table, still sur-
rounded by the now almost ominous packing crates. She
sits looking off. We feel that this is a mood struck perhaps
an hour before, and it lingers now, full of the empty
sound of profound disappointment. We see on a line from
her brother's bedroom the sameness of their attitudes.
Presently the bell rings and BENEATHA rises without am-
bition or interest in answering. It is ASAGAI, smiling
broadly, striding into the room with energy and happy
expectation and conversation.
ASAGAI I came over ... I had some free time. I thought
I might help with the pacjdng. Ah, I like the look of
packing crates! A household in preparation for a jour-
ney! It depresses some people . . . but for me ... it
is another feeling. Something full of the flow of life, do
you understand? Movement, progress ... It makes me
think of Africa.
BENEATHA Africa!
ASAGAI What kind of a mood is this? Have I told you
how deeply you move me?
BENEATHA He gave away the money, Asagai . . .
ASAGAI Who gave away what money?
BENEATHA The insurance money. My brother gave it
away.
ASAGAI Gave it away?
BENEATHA He made an investment! With a man even
Travis wouldn't have trusted with his most worn-out
marbles.
ASAGAI And it's gone?
BENEATHA Gone!
ASAGAI I'm very sorry . . . And you, now?
BENEATHA Me? . . . Me? . . . Me, I'm nothing . . . Me.
When I was very small ... we used to take our sleds
out in the wintertime and the only hills we had were the
ice-covered stone steps of some houses down the street.
And we used to fill them in with snow and make them
smooth and slide down them all day . . . and it was very
dangerous, you know ... far too steep . . . and sure
enough one day a kid named Rufus came down too fast
and hit the sidewalk and we saw his face just split open
right there in front of us ... And I remember standing
there looking at his bloody open face thinking that was
the end of Rufus. But the ambulance came and they
took him to the hospital and they fixed the broken bones
and they sewed it all up ... and the next time I saw
Rufus he just had a little line down the middle of his
face ... I never got over that . . .
ASAGAI What?
BENEATHA That that was what one person could do for
another, fix him up sew up the problem, make him
all right again. That was the most marvelous thing in
the world ... I wanted to do that. I always thought
it was the one concrete thing in the world that a human
being could do. Fix up the sick, you know and make
them whole again. This was truly being God . . .
ASAGAI You wanted to be God?
BENEATHA No I wanted to cure. It used to be so im-
portant to me. I wanted to cure. It used to matter. I
used to care. I mean about people and how their bodies
hurt . . .
ASAGAI And you've stopped caring?
BENEATHA Yes I think so.
ASAGAI Why?
BENEATHA (Bitterly) Because it doesn't seem deep
enough, close enough to what ails mankind! It was a
child's way of seeing things or an idealist's.
ASAGAI Children see things very well sometimes and
idealists even better.
BENEATHA I know that's what you think. Because you
are still where I left off. You with all your talk and
dreams about Africa! You still think you can patch up
the world. Cure the Great Sore of Colonialism (Loft-
ily, mocking it) with the Penicillin of Independence !
ASAGAI Yes!
BENEATHA Independence and then what? What about all
the crooks and thieves and just plain idiots who will
come into power and steal and plunder the same as
before only now they will be black and do it in the
name of the new Independence WHAT ABOUT
THEM?!
ASAGAI That will be the problem for another time. First
we must get there.
BENEATHA And where does it end?
ASAGAI End? Who even spoke of an end? To life? To
living?
BENEATHA An end to misery! To stupidity! Don't you see
there isn't any real progress, Asagai, there is only one
large circle that we march in, around and around, each
of us with our own little picture in front of us our
own little mirage that we think is the future.
ASAGAI That is the mistake.
BENEATHA What?
ASAGAI What you just said about the circle. It isn't a
circle it is simply a long line as in geometry, you
know, one that reaches into infinity. And because we
cannot see the end we also cannot see how it changes.
And it is very odd but those who see the changes who
dream, who will not give up are called idealists . . .
and those who see only the circle we call them the
"realists"!
BENEATHA Asagai, while I was sleeping in that bed in
there, people went out and took the future right out of
my hands! And nobody asked me, nobody consulted
me they just went out and changed my life!
ASAGAI Was it your money?
BENEATHA What?
ASAGAI Was it your money he gave away?
BENEATHA It belonged to all of us.
ASAGAI But did you earn it? Would you have had it at all
if your father had not died?
BENEATHA No.
ASAGAI Then isn't there something wrong in a house
in a world where all dreams, good or bad, must depend
on the death of a man? I never thought to see you like
this, Alaiyo. You! Your brother made a mistake and
you are grateful to him so that now you can give up
the ailing human race on account of it! You talk about
what good is struggle, what good is anything! Where
are we all going and why are we bothering!
BENEATHA AND YOU CANNOT ANSWER IT!
ASAGAI (Shouting over her) I LIVE THE ANSWER!
(Pause) In my village at home it is the exceptional man
who can even read a newspaper ... or who ever sees a
book at all. I will go home and much of what I will
have to say will seem strange to the people of my
village. But I will teach and work and things will
happen, slowly and swiftly. At times it will seem that
nothing changes at all ... and then again the sud-
den dramatic events which make history leap into
the future. And then quiet again. Retrogression even.
Guns, murder, revolution. And I even will have mo-
ments when I wonder if the quiet was not better than
all that death and hatred. But I will look about my vil-
lage at the illiteracy and disease and ignorance and I
will not wonder long. And perhaps . . . perhaps I will
be a great man ... I mean perhaps I will hold on to
the substance of truth and find my way always with the
right course . . . and perhaps for it I will be butchered
in my bed some night by the servants of empire . . .
BENEATHA The martyr!
ASAGAI (He smiles) ... or perhaps I shall live to be a
very old man, respected and esteemed in my new nation
. . . And perhaps I shall hold office and this is what I'm
trying to tell .you, Alaiyo: Perhaps the things I believe
now for my country will be wrong and outmoded, and I
will not understand and do terrible things to have things
my way or merely to keep my power. Don't you see that
there will be young men and women not British sol-
diers then, but my own black countrymen to step
out of the shadows some evening and slit my then
useless throat? Don't you see they have always been
there . . . that they always will be. And that such a
thing as my own death will be an advance? They who
might kill me even . . . actually replenish all that I was.
BENEATHA Oh, Asagai, I know all that.
ASAGAI Good! Then stop moaning and groaning and tell
me what you plan to do.
BENEATHA Do?
ASAGAI I have a bit of a suggestion.
BENEATHA What?
ASAGAI (Rather quietly for him) That when it is all over
that you come home with me
BENEATHA (Staring at him and crossing away with exas-
peration) Oh Asagai at this moment you decide
to be romantic!
ASAGAI (Quickly understanding the misunderstanding)
My dear, young creature of the New World I do. not
mean across the city I mean across the ocean: home
to Africa.
BENEATHA (Slowly understanding and turning to him with
murmured amazement) To Africa?
ASAGAI Yes! . . . (Smiling and lifting his arms playfully)
Three hundred years later the African Prince rose up
out of the seas and swept the maiden back across the
middle passage over which her ancestors had come
BENEATHA ( Unable to play) To to Nigeria?
ASAGIA Nigeria. Home. (Coming to her with genuine ro-
mantic flippancy) I will show you our mountains and
our stars; and give you cool drinks from gourds and
teach you the old songs and the ways of our people
and, in time, we will pretend that (Very Softly) you
have only been away for a day. Say that you'll come
(He swings her around and takes her full in his arms
in a kiss which proceeds to passion)
BENEATHA (Pulling away suddenly) You're getting me
all mixed up
ASAGAI Why?
BENEATHA Too many things too many things have
happened today. I must sit down and think. I don't
know what I feel about anything right this minute.
(She promptly sits down and props her chin on her
fist)
ASAGAI (Charmed) All right, I shall leave you. No
don't get up. (Touching her, gently, sweetly) Just sit
awhile and think . . . Never be afraid to sit awhile and
think. (He goes to door and looks at her) How often
I have looked at you and said, "Ah so this is what
the New World hath finally wrought . . ."
(He exits. BENEATHA sits on alone. Presently
WALTER enters from his room and starts to rum-
mage through things, feverishly looking for some-
thing. She looks up and turns in her seat)
BENEATHA (Hissingly) Yes just look at what the New
World hath wrought! . . . Just look! (She gestures with
bitter disgust) There he is! Monsieur le petit bourgeois
noir himself! There he is Symbol of a Rising Class!
Entrepreneur! Titan of the system! (WALTER ignores
her completely and continues frantically and destruc-
tively looking for something and hurling things to floor
and tearing things out of their place in his search.
BENEATHA ignores the eccentricity of his actions and
goes on with the monologue of insult) Did you dream
of yachts on Lake Michigan, Brother? Did you see your-
self on that Great Day sitting down at the Conference
Table, surrounded by all the mighty bald-headed men
in America? AH halted, waiting, breathless, waiting for
your pronouncements on industry? Waiting for you
Chairman of the Board! (WALTER finds what he is
looking for a small piece of white paper and pushes
it in his pocket and puts on his coat and rushes out
without ever having looked at her. She shouts after
him} I look at you and I see the final triumph of
stupidity in the world!
(The door slams and she returns to just sitting
again. RUTH comes quickly out of MAMA'S room)
RUTH Who was that?
BENEATHA Your husband.
RUTH Where did he go?
BENEATHA Who knows maybe he has an appointment
at U.S. Steel.
RUTH (Anxiously, with frightened eyes) You didn't say
nothing bad to him, did you?
BENEATHA Bad? Say anything bad to him? No I told
him he was a sweet boy and full of dreams and every-
thing is strictly peachy keen, as the ofay kids say!
(MAMA enters from her bedroom. She is lost,
vague, trying to catch hold, to make some sense of
her former command of the world, but it still
eludes her. A sense of waste overwhelms her gait;
a measure of apology rides on her shoulders. She
goes to her plant, which has remained on the
table, looks at it, picks it up and takes it to the
window sill and sits it outside, and she stands and
looks at it a long moment. Then she closes the
window, straightens her body with effort and turns
around to her children)
MAMA Well ain't it a mess in here, though? (A false
cheerfulness, a beginning of something) I guess we all
better stop moping around and get some work done.
All this unpacking and everything we got to do. (RUTH
raises her head slowly in response to the sense of the
line; and BENEATHA in similar manner turns very slowly
to look at her mother} One of you all better call the
moving people and tell 'em not to come.
RUTH Tell 'em not to come?
MAMA Of course, baby. Ain't no need in 'em coming all
the way here and having to go back. They charges for
that too. (She sits down, fingers to her brow, thinking)
Lord, ever since I was a little girl, I always remembers
people saying, "Lena Lena Eggleston, you aims too
high all the time. You needs to slow down and see life
a little more like it is. Just slow down some." That's
what they always used to say down home "Lord, that
Lena Eggleston is a high-minded thing. She'll get her
due one day!"
RUTH No, Lena ...
MAMA Me and Big Walter just didn't never learn right.
RUTH Lena, no! We gotta go. Bennie tell her ...
(She rises and crosses to BENEATHA with her arms out-
stretched. BENEATHA doesn't respond) Tell her we
can still move . . . the notes ain't but a hundred and
twenty-five a month. We got four grown people in this
house we can work
MAMA (To herself) Just aimed too high all the time
RUTH (Turning and going to MAMA fast the words pour-
ing out with urgency and desperation) Lena Til work
. . . I'll work twenty hours a day in all the kitchens in
Chicago , . . Fll strap my baby on my back if I have
to and scrub all the floors in America and wash all the
sheets in America if I have to but we got to MOVE!
We got to get OUT OF HERE!!
(MAMA reaches out absently and pats RUTH'S
hand)
MAMA No I sees things differently now. Been thinking
'bout some of the things we could do to fix this place
up some. I seen a second-hand bureau over on Maxwell
Street just the other day that could fit right there.
(She points to where the new furniture might go. RUTH
wanders away from her) Would need some new handles
on it and then a little varnish and it look like something
brand-new. And we can put up them new curtains in
the kitchen . . . Why this place be looking fine. Cheer us
all up so that we forget trouble ever come . . . (To
RUTH) And you could get some nice screens to put up in
your room round the baby's bassinet . . * (She looks at
both of them, pleadingly) Sometimes you just got to
know when to give up some things . . . and hold on to
what you got. . . .
(WALTER enters from the outside, looking spent
and leaning against the door, his coat hanging
from him)
MAMA Where you been, son?
WALTER (Breathing hard) Made a call
MAMA To who, son?
WALTER To The Man. (He heads for his room)
MAMA What man, baby?
WALTER (Stops in the door) The Man, Mama. Don't
you know who The Man is?
RUTH Walter Lee?
WALTER The Man. Like the guys in the streets say
The Man. Captain Boss Mistuh Charley . . . Old
Cap'n Please Mr. Bossman . . .
BENEATHA (Suddenly) Lindner!
WALTER That's right! That's good. I told him to come
right over.
BENEATHA (Fiercely, understanding) For what? What
do you want to see him for!
WALTER (Looking at his sister) We going to do busi-
ness with him.
MAMA What you talking 'bout, son?
WALTER Talking 'bout life, Mama. You all always tell-
ing me to see life like it is. Well I laid in there on
my back today . . . and I figured it out. Life just like it
is. Who gets and who don't get. (He sits down with his
coat on and laughs) Mama, you know it's all divided
up. Life is. Sure enough. Between the takers and the
"tooken." (He laughs) I've figured it out finally. (He
looks around at them) Yeah. Some of us always getting
"tooken." (He laughs) People like Willy Harris, they
don't never get "tooken." And you know why the rest
of us do? 'Cause we all mixed up. Mixed up bad. We
get to looking 'round for the right and the wrong; and
we worry about it and cry about it and stay up nights
trying to figure out 'bout the wrong and the right of
things all the time . . . And all the time, man, them
takers is out there operating, just taking and taking.
Willy Harris? Shoot Willy Harris don't even count.
He don't even count in the big scheme of things. But
I'll say one thing for old Willy Harris . . . he's taught
me something. He's taught me to keep my eye on
what counts in this world. Yeah (Shouting out a little)
Thanks, Willy!
RUTH What did you call that man for, Walter Lee?
WALTER Called him to tell him to come on over to the
show. Gonna put on a show for the man. Just what
he wants to see. You see, Mama, the man came here
today and he told us that them people out there where
you want us to move well they so upset they willing
to pay us not to move! (He laughs again) And and
oh, Mama you would of been proud of the way me
and Ruth and Bennie acted. We told him to get out . . .
Lord have mercy! We told the man to get out! Oh, we
was some proud folks this afternoon, yeah. (He lights a
cigarette) We were still full of that old-time stuff . . .
RUTH {Coming toward him slowly) You talking 'bout
taking them people's money to keep us from moving in
that house?
WALTER I ain't just talking 'bout it, baby I'm telling
you that's what's going to happen!
BENEATHA Oh, God! Where is the bottom! Where is the
real honest-to-God bottom so he can't go any farther!
WALTER See that's the old stuff. You and that boy that
was here today. You all want everybody to carry a
flag and a spear and sing some marching songs, huh?
You wanna spend your life looking into things and try-
ing to find the right and the wrong part, huh? Yeah.
You know what's going to happen to that boy someday
he'll find himself sitting in a dungeon, locked in
forever and the takers will have the key! Forget it,
baby! There ain't no causes there ain't nothing but
taking in this world, and he who takes most is smartest
and it don't make a damn bit of difference how.
MAMA You making something inside me cry, son. Some
awful pain inside me.
WALTER Don't cry, Mama. Understand. That white man
is going to walk in that door able to write checks for
more money than we ever had. It's important to him
and I'm going to help him . . . I'm going to put on the
show, Mama.
MAMA Son I come from five generations of people
who was slaves and sharecroppers but ain't nobody
in my family never let nobody pay 'em no money that
was a way of telling us we wasn't fit to walk the earth.
We ain't never been that poor. (Raising her eyes and
looking at him) We ain't never been that dead inside.
BENEATHA Well we are dead now. All the talk about
dreams and sunlight that goes on in this house. It's all
dead now.
WALTER What's the matter with you all! I didn't make
this world! It was give to me this way! Hell, yes, I
want me some yachts someday! Yes, I want to hang
some real pearls 'round my wife's neck. Ain't she sup-
posed to wear no pearls? Somebody tell me tell me,
who decides which women is suppose to wear pearls
in this world. I tell you I am a man and I think my
wife should wear some pearls in this world!
(This last line hangs a good while and WALTER
begins to move about the room. The word "Man"
has penetrated his consciousness; he mumbles it
to himself repeatedly between strange agitated
pauses as he moves about)
MAMA Baby, how you going to feel on the inside?
WALTER Fine! . . . Going to feel fine . , . a man . . .
MAMA You won't have nothing left then, Walter Lee.
WALTER (Coming to her) I'm going to feel fine, Mama.
I'm going to look that son-of-a-bitch in the eyes and
say (He falters) and say, "All right, Mr. Lindner
(He falters even more) that's your neighborhood out
there! You got the right to keep it like you want! You
got the right to have it like you want! Just write the
check and the house is yours." And and I am going
to say (His voice almost breaks) "And you you
people just put the money in my hand and you won't
have to live next to this bunch of stinking niggers! . . ."
(He straightens up and moves away from his mother,
walking around the room) And maybe maybe I'll just
get down on my black knees . . . (He does so; RUTH and
BENNIE and MAMA watch him in frozen horror) "Cap-
tain, Mistuh, Bossman (Groveling and grinning and
wringing his hands in profoundly anguished imitation of
the slow-witted movie stereotype) A-hee-hee-hee! Oh,
yassuh boss! Yasssssuh! Great white (Voice breaking,
he forces himself to go on) Father, just gi' ussen de
money, fo' God's sake, and we's we's ain't gwine come
out deh and dirty up yo* white folks neighborhood . . ."
(He breaks down completely) And I'll feel fine! Fine!
FINE! (He gets up and goes into the bedroom)
BENEATHA That is not a man. That is nothing but a tooth-
less rat.
MAMA Yes death done come in this here house. (She
is nodding, slowly, reflectively) Done come walking in
my house on the lips of my children. You what sup-
posed to be my beginning again. You what supposed
to be my harvest. (To BENEATHA) You you mourn-
ing your brother?
BENEATHA He's no brother of mine.
MAMA What you say?
BENEATHA I said that that individual in that room is no
brother of mine.
MAMA That's what I thought you said. You feeling like
you better than he is today? (BENEATHA does not an-
swer) Yes? What you tell him a minute ago? That he
wasn't a man? Yes? You give him up for me? You done
wrote his epitaph too like the rest of the world? Well,
who give you the privilege?
BENEATHA Be on my side for once! You saw what he
just did, Mama! You saw him down on his knees.
Wasn't it you who taught me to despise any man who
would do that? Do what he's going to do?
MAMA Yes I taught you that. Me and your daddy. But
I thought I taught you something else too ... I thought
I taught you to love him.
BENEATHA Love him? There is nothing left to love.
MAMA There is always something left to love. And if you
ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. (Looking
at her) Have you cried for that boy today? I don't
mean for yourself and for the family 'cause we lost
the money. I mean for him: what he been through and
what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the
time to love somebody the most? When they done good
and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you
ain't through learning because that ain't the time at
all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in his-
self 'cause the world done whipped him so! When you
starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child,
measure him right. Make sure you done taken into ac-
count what hills and valleys he come through before
he got to wherever he is.
(TRAVIS bursts into the room at the end of the
speech, leaving the door open)
TRAVIS Grandmama the moving men are downstairs!
The truck just pulled up.
MAMA (Turning and looking at him) Are they, baby?
They downstairs?
(She sighs and sits. LINDNER appears in the door-
way. He peers in and knocks lightly, to gain at-
tention, and comes in. All turn to look at him)
LINDNER (Hat and briefcase in hand) Uh hello . . .
(RUTH crosses mechanically to the bedroom door
and opens it and lets it swing open -freely and
slowly as the lights come up on WALTER within,
still in his coat, sitting at the far corner of the
room. He looks up and out through the room to
LINDNER)
RUTH He's here.
(A long minute passes and WALTER slowly gets
up)
LINDNER (Coming to the table with efficiency, putting his
briefcase on the table and starting to unfold papers and
unscrew fountain pens) Well, I certainly was glad to
hear from you people. (WALTER has begun the trek out
of the room, slowly and awkwardly, rather like a small
boy, passing the back of his sleeve across his mouth
from time to time) Life can really be so much simpler
than people let it be most of the time. Well with
whom do I negotiate? You, Mrs. Younger, or your
son here? (MAMA sits with her hands folded on her
lap and her eyes closed as WALTER advances. TRAVIS
goes closer to LINDNER and looks at the papers curi-
ously) Just some official papers, sonny.
RUTH Travis, you go downstairs
MAMA (Opening her eyes and looking into WALTER'S)
No. Travis, you stay right here. And you make him
understand what you doing, Walter Lee. You teach
him good. Like Willy Harris taught you. You show
where our five generations done come to. (WALTER
looks from her to the boy, who grins at him innocently)
Go ahead, son (She folds her hands and closes her
eyes) Go ahead.
WALTER (At last crosses to LINDNER, who is reviewing the
contract) Well, Mr. Lindner. (BENEATHA turns away)
We called you (There is a profound, simple groping
quality in his speech) because, well, me and my family
(He looks around and shifts from one foot to the other)
Well we are very plain people . . .
LINDNER Yes
WALTER I mean I have worked as a chauffeur most of
my life and my wife here, she does domestic work in
people's kitchens. So does my mother. I mean we are
plain people . . .
LINDNER Yes, Mr. Younger
WALTER (Really like a small boy, looking down at his
shoes and then up at the man) And uh well, my
father, well, he was a laborer most of his life. . . .
LINDNER (Absolutely confused) Uh, yes yes, I under-
stand. (He turns back to the contract)
WALTER (A beat; staring at him) And my father
(With sudden intensity) My father almost beat a man
to death once because this man called him a bad name
or something, you know what I mean?
LINDNER (Looking up, frozen) No, no, Tin afraid I
don't
WALTER (A beat. The tension hangs; then WALTER steps
back from it) Yeah. Well what I mean is that we
come from people who had a lot of pride. I mean we
are very proud people. And that's my sister over there
and she's going to be a doctor and we are very
proud
LINDNER Well I am sure that is very nice, but
WALTER What I am telling you is that we called you over
here to tell you that we are very proud and that this
(Signaling to TRAVIS) Travis, come here. (TRAVIS
crosses and WALTER draws him before him facing the
man) This is my son, and he makes the sixth generation
our family in this country. And we have all thought
about your offer
LINDNER Well, good . . . good
WALTER And we have decided to move into our house
because my father my father he earned it for us
brick by brick. (MAMA has her eyes closed and is rock-
ing back and forth as though she were in church, with
her head nodding the Amen yes) We don't want to
make no trouble for nobody or fight no causes, and we
will try to be good neighbors. And that's all we got to
say about that. (He looks the man absolutely in the
eyes) We don't want your money. (He turns and walks
away)
LINDNER (Looking around at all of them) I take it then
that you have decided to occupy . . .
BENEATHA That's what the man said.
LINDNER (To MAMA in her reverie) Then I would like
to appeal to you, Mrs. Younger. You are older and
wiser and understand things better I am sure . . ,
MAMA I am afraid you don't understand. My son said
we was going to move and there ain't nothing left for
me to say, (Briskly) You know how these young folks
is nowadays, mister. Can't do a thing with 'em! (As he
opens his mouth, she rises) Good-bye.
LINDNER (Folding up his materials) Well if you are
that final about it - . . there is nothing left for me to
say. (He finishes, almost ignored by the family, who are
concentrating on WALTER LEE. At the door LINDNER
halts and looks around) I sure hope you people know
what you're getting into.
(He shakes his head and exits)
RUTH (Looking around and coming to life) Well, for
God's sake if the moving men are here LETS GET
THE HELL OUT OF HERE!
MAMA (Into action) Ain't it the truth! Look at all this
here mess. Ruth, put Travis' good jacket on him . . .
Walter Lee, fix your tie and tuck your shirt in, you
look like somebody's hoodlum! Lord have mercy, where
is my plant? (She flies to get it amid the general bustling
of the family, who are deliberately trying to ignore the
nobility of the past moment) You all start on down
. . . Travis child, don't go empty-handed . . . Ruth, where
did I put that box with my skillets in it? I want to be in
charge of it myself . . . I'm going to make us the biggest
dinner we ever ate tonight . . . Beneatha, what's the
matter with them stockings? Pull them things up, girl . . .
(The family starts to file out as two moving men
appear and begin to carry out the heavier pieces
of furniture, bumping into the family as they move
about)
BENEATHA Mama, Asagai asked me to marry him today
and go to Africa
MAMA (In the middle of her getting-ready activity) He
did? You ain't old enough to marry nobody (Seeing
the moving men lifting one of her chairs precariously)
Darling, that ain't no bale of cotton, please handle it so
we can sit in it again! I had that chair twenty-five
years . . .
(The movers sigh with exasperation and go on
with their work}
BENEATHA (Girlishly and unreasonably trying to pursue
the conversation) To go to Africa, Mama be a
doctor in Africa . . .
MAMA (Distracted) Yes, baby
WALTER Africa! What he want you to go to Africa for?
BENEATHA To practice there . . .
WALTER Girl, if you don't get all them silly ideas out
your head! You better marry yourself a man with some
loot . . .
BENEATHA (Angrily, precisely as in the first scene of the
play) What have you got to do with who I marry!
WALTER Plenty. Now I think George Murchison
BENEATHA George Murchison! I wouldn't marry him if
he was Adam and I was Eve!
(WALTER and BENEATHA go out yelling at each
other vigorously and the anger is loud and real till
their voices diminish. RUTH stands at the door and
turns to MAMA and smiles knowingly)
MAMA (Fixing her hat at last) Yeah they something
all right, my children . . .
RUTH Yeah they're something. Let's go, Lena.
MAMA (Stalling, starting to look around at the house)
Yes I'm coming. Ruth
RUTH Yes?
MAMA (Quietly, woman to woman) He finally come
into his manhood today, didn't he? Kind of like a rain-
bow after the rain . . .
RUTH (Biting her lip lest her own pride explode in front
of MAMA) Yes, Lena.
(WALTER'S voice calls for them raucously)
WALTER (Off stage) Y'all come on! These people charges
by the hour, you know!
MAMA (Waving RUTH out vaguely) All right, honey
go on down. I be down directly.
(RUTH hesitates, then exits. MAMA stands, at last
alone in the living room, her plant on the table
before her as the lights start to come down. She
looks around at all the walls and ceilings and
suddenly, despite herself, while the children call
below, a great heaving thing rises in her and she
puts her fist to her mouth to stifle it, takes a final
desperate look, pulls her coat about her, pats her
hat and goes out. The lights dim down. The door
opens and she comes back in, grabs her plant, and
goes out for the last time)
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