Eugene O'Neill: The First Man

JAYSON- [Testily.] Well, if I were sure it would all blow over without any open scandal, I'd offer up a prayer of thanks. [The Curtain Falls]

SCENE-CURTIS JAYSON'S study. On the left, forward, a gun rack in which are displayed several varieties of rifles and shotguns. Farther back, three windows looking out on the garden. In the rear wall, an open fireplace with two leather arm-chairs in front of it. To right of fireplace, a door leading into the living-room. In the far right corner, another chair. In the right wall, three windows looking out on the lawn and garden. On this side, front, a typewriting table with machine and chair. Opposite the windows on the right, a bulky leather couch, facing front. In front of the windows on the left, a long table with stacks of paper piled here and there on it, reference books, etc. On the left of table, a swivel chair. Gray oak bookcases are built into the cream rough plaster walls which are otherwise almost hidden from view by a collection of all sorts of hunter's trophies, animal heads of all kinds. The floor is covered with animal skins-tiger, polar bear, leopard, lion, etc. Skins are also thrown over the backs of the chairs. The sections of the bookcase not occupied by scientific volumes have been turned into a specimen case for all sorts of zoological, geological, anthropological oddities.

It is mid-morning, sunny and bright, of the following day.

CURTISand BIGELOW are discovered. CURTIS is half-sitting on the corner of the table, left, smoking a pipe. BIGELOW is lying sprawled on the couch. Through the open windows on the right come the shouts of children playing. MARTHA's voice joins in with theirs.

BIGELOW-Listen to that rumpus, will you! The kids are having the time of their lives. [He goes to the window and looks out- delightedly.] Your wife is playing hide and seek with them. Come and look.

CURTIS- [With a trace of annoyance.] Oh, I can see well enough from here.

BIGELOW- [With a laugh.] She seems to get as much fun out of it as they do. [As a shriek comes from outside-excitedly.] Ah, Eddy discovered her behind the tree. Isn't he tickled now! [He turns back from the window and lights a cigarette-enthusiastically.] Jove, what a hand she is with children!

CURTIS- [As if the subject bored him.] Oh, Martha gets along well with anyone.

BIGELOW- [Sits on the couch again-with a sceptical smile.] You think so? With everyone?

CURTIS- [Surprised.] Yes-with everyone we've ever come in contact with-even aboriginal natives.

BIGELOW-With the aboriginal natives of Bridgetown? With the well- known Jayson family, for example?

CURTIS- [Getting to his feet-frowning.] Why, everything's all right between Martha and them, isn't it? What do you mean, Big? I certainly imagined-but I'll confess this damn book has had me so preoccupied-

BIGELOW-Too darn preoccupied, if you'll pardon my saying so. It's not fair to leave her to fight it alone.

CURTIS- [Impatiently.] Fight what? Martha has a sense of humor. I'm sure their petty prejudices merely amuse her.

BIGELOW- [Sententiously.] A mosquito is a ridiculous, amusing creature, seen under a microscope; but when a swarm has been stinging you all night-

CURTIS- [A broad grin coming over his face.] You speak from experience, eh?

BIGELOW- [Smiling.] You bet I do. Touch me anywhere and you'll find a bite. This, my native town, did me the honor of devoting its entire leisure attention for years to stinging me to death.

CURTIS-Well, if I am to believe one-tenth of the family letters I used to receive on the subject of my old friend, Bigelow, they sure had just cause.

BIGELOW-Oh, I'll play fair. I'll admit they did-then. But it's exasperating to know they never give you credit for changing-I almost said, reforming, One ought to be above the gossip of a town like this-but say what you like, it does get under your skin.

CURTIS- [With an indulgent smile.] So you'd like to be known as a reformed character, eh?

BIGELOW- [Rather ruefully.] Et tu! Your tone is sceptical. But I swear to you, Curt, I'm an absolutely new man since my wife's death, since I've grown to love the children. Before that I hardly knew them. They were hers, not mine, it seemed. [His face lighting up.] Now we're the best of pals, and I've commenced to appreciate life from a different angle. I've found a career at last-the children-the finest career a man could have, I believe.

CURTIS- [Indifferently.] Yes, I suppose so-if you're made that way.

BIGELOW-Meaning you're not?

CURTIS-Not any more. [Frowning.] I tried that once.

BIGELOW- [After a pause-with a smile.] But we're wandering from the subject of Martha versus the mosquitoes.

CURTIS- [With a short laugh.] Oh, to the deuce with that! Trust Martha to take care of herself. Besides, I'll have her out of this stagnant hole before so very long-six months, to be exact.

BIGELOW-Where do you think of settling her then?

CURTIS-No settling about it. I'm going to take her with me.

BIGELOW- [Surprised.] On the Asian expedition?

CURTIS-Yes. I haven't told her yet but I'm going to to-day. It's her birthday-and I've been saving the news to surprise her with.

BIGELOW-Her birthday? I wish the children and I had known-but it's not too late yet.

CURTIS- [With a grin.] Thirty-nine candles, if you're thinking of baking a cake!

BIGELOW- [Meaningly.] That's not old-but it's not young either, Curt.

CURTIS- [Disgustedly.] You talk like an old woman, Big. What have years to do with it? Martha is young in spirit and always will be. [There is a knock at the door and MARTHA's voice calling: "May I come in, people?"] Sure thing! [BIGELOW jumps to open the door and MARTHAenters. She is flushed, excited, full of the joy of life, panting from her exertions.]

MARTHA- [Laughing.] I've had to run away and leave them with the governess. They're too active for me. [She throws herself on the couch.] Phew! I'm all tired out. I must be getting old.

CURTIS- [With a grin.] Big was just this minute remarking that, Martha. [BIGELOW looks embarrassed.]

MARTHA- [Laughing at him.] Well, I declare! Of all the horrid things to hear-

BIGELOW- [Still embarrassed but forcing a joking tone.] He- prevaricates, Mrs. Jayson.

MARTHA-There now, Curt! I'm sure it was you who said it. It sounds just like one of your horrid facts.

BIGELOW-And how can I offer my felicitations now? But I do, despite your husband's calumny. May your shadow never grow less!

MARTHA-Thank you. [She shakes his proffered hand heartily.]

BIGELOW-And now I'll collect my flock and go home.

CURTIS-So long, Big. Be sure you don't mislay one of your heirs!

BIGELOW-No fear-but they might mislay me. [He goes. CURT sits down on couch. MARTHA goes to the window right, and looks out- after a pause, waving her hand.]