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Death of a SalesmanDeath of a Salesman Arthur MillerArthur Miller

INTRODUCTION Arthur Miller has emerged as one of the most successful and enduring playwrights of the postwar era in America, no doubt because his focusing on middle-class anxieties brought on by a society that emphasizes the hollow values of material success has struck such a responsive chord . The recurring theme of anxiety and insecurity reflects much of Arthur Miller’s own past. Born the son of a well-to-do Jewish manufact urer in New York City in 1915, Miller had to experience the social disintegration of his family when his father’s business failed during the Great Depression of the 1930s. By taking on such odd jobs as waiter, truck driver, and factory worker, Miller was able to complete his studies at the Uni- versity of Michigan in 1938. These formative years gave Miller the chance to come in close contact with those who suffered the most from the Depression and instilled in him a strong sense of per- sonal achievement necessary to rise above the situation. He began writing plays in the 1930s, but it wasn’t until Death of a Salesman was performed in 1949 that Miller established himself as a major American dramatist. Winning the Pulitzer Prize in 1949, Death of a Salesman has to this day remained a classic. The play’s intellectual appeal lies in Miller’s refusal to portray his char acters as two-dimensional — his refusal to involve himself in a on e-sided polemic attack on capital- ism. Even critics cannot agree as to whether Death of a Salesman is to be categorized as social criticism, a tragedy, or simply a psy- chological study. Of necessity, each person will have to draw his or her own individual conclusions. The fact that performances of Death of a Salesman have met with acclaim throughout the world testifies to its universality: the play’s conflicts and themes appear not to be uniquely American.

T HE C HARACTERS W ILLY LOMAN LINDA BIFF H APPY BERNARD THE W OMAN CHARLEY UNCLE BEN H OWARD W AGNER JENNY STANLEY M ISS FORSYTHE LETTA The action takes place in Willy Loman’s house and yard and in various places he visits in the New York and Boston of today. New York premiere February 10, 1949.

A CT O NE A melody is heard, played upon a flute. It is small and fine, tell- ing of grass and trees and the horizon. The curtain rises. Before us is the Salesman’s house. We are aware of towering, angular shapes behind it, surrounding it on all sides. Only the blue light of the sky falls upon the house and forestage; the sur- rounding area shows an angry glow of orange. As more light ap- pears, we see a solid vault of apartment houses around the small, fragile-seeming home. An air of the dream dings to the place, a dream rising out of reality. The kitchen at center seems actual enough, for there is a kitchen tabl e with three chairs, and a refrig- erator. But no other fixtures are seen. At the back of the kitchen there is a draped entrance, which leads to the living room. To the right of the kitchen, on a level raised two feet, is a bedroom fur- nished only with a brass bedstead and a straight chair. On a shelf over the bed a silver athletic trophy stands. A window opens onto the apartment house at the side. Behind the kitchen, on a level raised six and a half feet, is the boys’ bedroom, at present barely vi sible. Two beds are dimly seen, and at the back of the room a dormer window. (This bedroom is above the unseen living room.) At the left a stairway curves up to it from the kitchen. The entire setting is wholly or, in some places, partially trans- parent. The roof-line of the hous e is one-dimensional; under and over it we see the apartment buil dings. Before the house lies an apron, curving beyond the forestage into the orchestra. This for- ward area serves as the back yard as well as the locale of all Willy’s imaginings and of his city scenes . Whenever the action is in the present the actors observe the im aginary wall-lines, entering the house only through its door at the left. But in the scenes of the past these boundaries are broken, and ch aracters enter or leave a room by stepping »through« a wall onto the forestage. From the right, Willy Loman, the Salesman, enters, carrying two large sample cases. The flute plays on. He hears but is not aware of it. He is past sixty years of age, dressed quietly. Even as he crosses the stage to the doorway of the house, his exhaustion is apparent. He unlocks the door, co mes into the kitchen, and thank- fully lets his burden down, feeling the soreness of his palms. A word-sigh escapes his lips — it mi ght be »Oh, boy, oh, boy.« He

closes the door, then carries his cases out into the living room, through the draped kitchen doorway. Linda, his wife, has stirred in her bed at the right. She gets out and puts on a robe, listening. Most often jovial, she has developed an iron repression of her exceptions to Willy’s behavior — she more than loves him, she admires him, as though his mercurial nature, his temper, his massive dreams and little cruelties, served her only as sharp reminders of the turbulen t longings within him, longings which she shares but lacks the temperament to utter and follow to their end. LINDA (hearing Willy outside the bedroom, calls with some trepidation): Wi lly! W ILLY : It’s all right. I came back. LINDA : Why? What happened? (Slight pause.) Did something happen, Willy? W ILLY : No, nothing happened . LINDA : You didn’t smash the car, did you? W ILLY (with casual irritation) : I said nothing happened. Didn’t you hear me? LINDA : Don’t you feel well? W ILLY : I’m tired to the death. (The flute has faded away. He sits on the bed beside her, a little numb.) I couldn’t make it. I just couldn’t make it, Linda. LINDA (very carefully, delicately) : Where were you all day? You look terrible . W ILLY : I got as far as a little above Yonkers. I stopped for a cup of coffee. Maybe it was the coffee. LINDA : What? W ILLY (after a pause) : I suddenly couldn’t drive any more. The car kept going off onto the shoulder, y’know? LINDA (helpfully): Oh. Maybe it was the steering again. I don’t think Angelo knows the Studebaker. W ILLY : No, it’s me, it’s me. Suddenly I realize I’m goin’ sixty miles an hour and I don’t rememb er the last five minutes. I’m — I can’t seem to — keep my mind to it. LINDA : Maybe it’s your glasses. You never went for your new glasses.

W ILLY : No, I see everything. I came back ten miles an hour. It took me nearly four hours from Yonkers. LINDA (resigned) : Well, you’ll just have to take a rest, Willy, you can’t continue this way. W ILLY : I just got back from Florida. LINDA : But you didn’t rest your mind. Your mind is overactive, and the mind is what counts, dear. W ILLY : I’ll start out in the morning . Maybe I’ll feel better in the morning. (She is taking off his shoes.) These goddam arch sup- ports are killing me. LINDA : Take an aspirin. Should I get you an aspirin? It’ll soothe you. W ILLY (with wonder) : I was driving along, you understand? And I was fine. I was even observing the scenery. You can imagine, me looking at scenery, on the road every week of my life. But it’s so beautiful up there, Linda, the trees are so thick, and the sun is warm. I opened the windshield and just let the warm air bathe over me. And then all of a sudden I’m goin’ off the road! I’m tellin’ya, I absolutely forgot I was driving. If I’d’ve gone the other way over the white lin e I might’ve killed somebody. So I went on again — and five minutes later I’m dreamin’ again, and I nearly... (H e presses two fingers against his eyes.) I have such thoughts, I have such strange thoughts. LINDA : Willy, dear. Talk to them again. There’s no reason why you can’t work in New York. W ILLY : They don’t need me in New York. I’m the New England man. I’m vital in New England. LINDA : But you’re sixty years old. Th ey can’t expect you to keep travelling every week. W ILLY : I’ll have to send a wire to Portland. I’m supposed to see Brown and Morrison tomorrow morning at ten o’clock to show the line. Goddammit, I could sell them! (H e starts putting on his jacket.) LINDA (taking the jacket from him) : Why don’t you go down to the place tomorrow and tell Howard you’ve simply got to work in New York? You’re too accommodating, dear. W ILLY : If old man Wagner was alive I’d a been in charge of New York now! That man was a prince, he was a masterful man.

But that boy of his, that Howard, he don’t appreciate. When I went north the first time, the Wagner Company didn’t know where New England was! LINDA : Why don’t you tell those things to Howard, dear? W ILLY (encouraged): I will, I definitely will. Is there any cheese? LINDA : I’ll make you a sandwich. W ILLY : No, go to sleep. I’ll take some milk. I’ll be up right away. The boys in? LINDA : They’re sleeping. Happy took Biff on a date tonight. W ILLY (interested) : That so? LINDA : It was so nice to see them shaving together, one behind the other, in the bathroom. And going out together. You no- tice? The whole house smells of shaving lotion. W ILLY : Figure it out. Work a lifetime to pay off a house. You finally own it, and there’s nobody to live in it. LINDA : Well, dear, life is a casting off. It’s always that way. W ILLY : No, no, some people- some people accomplish something. Did Biff say anything after I went this morning? LINDA : You shouldn’t have criticised him, Willy, especially after he just got off the train. You mustn’t lose your temper with him. W ILLY : When the hell did I lose my te mper? I simply asked him if he was making any money. Is that a criticism? LINDA : But, dear, how could he make any money? W ILLY (worried and angered) : There’s such an undercurrent in him. He became a moody man. Did he apologize when I left this morning? LINDA : He was crestfallen, Willy. Yo u know how he admires you. I think if he finds himself, then you’ll both be happier and not fight any more. W ILLY : How can he find himself on a farm? Is that a life? A farm- hand? In the beginning, when he was young, I thought, well, a young man, it’s good for him to tramp around, take a lot of dif- ferent jobs. But it’s more than ten years now and he has yet to make thirty-five dollars a week! LINDA : He’s finding himself, Willy. W ILLY : Not finding yourself at the age of thirty-four is a disgrace!

LINDA : Shh! W ILLY : The trouble is he’s lazy, goddammit! LINDA : Willy, please! W ILLY : Biff is a lazy bum! LINDA : They’re sleeping. Get something to eat. Go on down. W ILLY : Why did he come home? I would like to know what brought him home. LINDA : I don’t know. I think he’s still lost, Willy. I think he’s very lost. W ILLY : Biff Loman is lost. In the greatest country in the world a young man with such — personal attractiveness, gets lost. And such a hard worker. There’s one thing about Biff — he’s not lazy. LINDA : Never. W ILLY (with pity and resolve) : I’ll see him in the morning; I’ll have a nice talk with him. I’ll get him a job selling. He could be big in no time. My God! Remember how they used to follow him around in high school? When he smiled at one of them their faces lit up. When he walked down the street... (He loses himself in reminiscences.) LINDA (trying to bring him out of it) : Willy, dear, I got a new kind of American-type cheese today. It’s whipped. W ILLY : Why do you get American when I like Swiss? LINDA : I just thought you’d like a change... W ILLY : I don’t want a change! I want Swiss cheese. Why am I always being contradicted? LINDA ( with a covering laugh) : I thought it would be a surprise. W ILLY : Why don’t you open a window in here, for God’s sake? LINDA (with infinite patience) : They’re all open, dear. W ILLY : The way they boxed us in here. Bricks and windows, win- dows and bricks. LINDA : We should’ve bought the land next door. W ILLY : The street is lined with cars. There’s not a breath of fresh air in the neighborhood. The grass don’t grow any more, you can’t raise a carrot in the back yard. They should’ve had a law against apartment houses. Remember those two beautiful elm

trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swing between them? LINDA : Yeah, like being a million miles from the city. W ILLY : They should’ve arrested the builder for cutting those down. They massacred the neighbourhood. (Lost.) More and more I think of those days, Linda. This time of year it was lilac and wisteria. And then the peon ies would come out, and the daffodils. What fragrance in this room! LINDA : Well, after all, people had to move somewhere. W ILLY : No, there’s more people now. LINDA : I don’t think there’s more people . I think W ILLY : There’s more people! That’s what’s ruining this country! Population is getting out of control . The competition is mad- dening! Smell the stink from that apartment house! And an- other one on the other side.. . How can they whip cheese? (On Willy’s last line, Biff and Happy raise themselves up in their beds, listening.) LINDA : Go down, try it. And be quiet. W ILLY (turning to Linda, guiltily): You’re not worried about me, are you, sweetheart? BIFF : What’s the matter? H APPY : Listen! LINDA : You’ve got too much on the ball to worry about. W ILLY : You’re my foundation and my support, Linda. LINDA : Just try to relax, dear. You make mountains out of mole- hills. W ILLY : I won’t fight with him any more. If he wants to go back to Texas, let him go. LINDA : He’ll find his way. W ILLY : Sure. Certain men just don’t get started till later in life. Like Thomas Edison; I think. Or B. F. Goodrich. One of them was deaf. (H e starts f or the bedroom doorway.) I’ll put my money on Biff. LINDA : And Willy — if it’s warm Sunday we’ll drive in the coun- try. And we’ll open the windshield, and take lunch. W ILLY : No, the windshields don’t open on the new cars.

LINDA : But you opened it today. W ILLY : Me? I didn’t. (He stops.) Now isn’t that peculiar! Isn’t that a remarkable... (He breaks off in amaz ement and fright as the flute is heard distantly.) LINDA : What, darling? W ILLY : That is the most remarkable thing. LINDA : What, dear? W ILLY : I was thinking of the Chevvy. (Slight pause.) Nineteen twenty-eight ... when I had that red Chevvy... (Breaks off.) That funny? I coulda sworn I was driving that Chevvy today. LINDA : Well, that’s nothing. Someth ing must’ve reminded you. W ILLY : Remarkable. Ts. Remember those days? The way Biff used to simonize that car? The dealer refused to believe there was eighty thousand miles on it. (He shakes his head.) Heh! (To Linda.) Close your eyes, I’ll be right up. ( He walks out of the bedroom.) H APPY (to Biff): Jesus, maybe he smashed up the car again! LINDA (calling after Willy) : Be careful on the stairs, dear! The cheese is on the middle shelf. (She turns, goes over to the bed, takes his jacket, and goes out of the bedroom.) (Light has risen on the boys’ ro om. Unseen, Willy is heard talk- ing to himself, »eighty thousand miles,« and a little laugh. Biff gets out of bed, comes downstage a bit, and stands attentively. Biff is two years older than his brothe r Happy, well built, but in these days bears a worn air and seems less self-assured. He has suc- ceeded less, and his dreams are stronger and less acceptable than Happy’s. Happy is tall, powerfully made. Sexuality is like a visible color on him, or a scent that many women have discovered. He, like his brother, is lost, but in a diffe rent way, for he has never allowed himself to turn his fa ce toward defeat and is thus more confused and hard-skinned, although seemingly more content.) H APPY (getting out of bed) : He’s going to get his license taken away if he keeps that up. I’m getting nervous about him, y’know, Biff? BIFF : His eyes are going. H APPY : I’ve driven with him. He sees all right. He just doesn’t keep his mind on it. I drove into the city with him last week.

He stops at a green light and then it turns red and he goes. (H e laughs.) BIFF : Maybe he’s color-blind. H APPY : Pop? Why he’s got the finest eye for color in the busi- ness. You know that. BIFF (sitting down on his bed) : I’m going to sleep. H APPY : You’re not still sour on Dad, are you, Biff? BIFF : He’s all right, I guess. W ILLY (underneath them, in the living room) : Yes, sir, eighty thousand miles — eighty-two thousand! BIFF : You smoking? H APPY (holding out a pack of cigarettes) : Want one? BIFF : (taking a cigarette): I can never sleep when I smell it. W ILLY : What a simonizing job, heh? H APPY (with deep sentiment) : Funny, Biff, y’know? Us sleeping in here again? The old beds. (He pats his bed affectionately.) All the talk that went across those two beds, huh? Our whole lives. BIFF : Yeah. Lotta dreams and plans. H APPY (with a deep and masculine laugh) : About five hundred women would like to know what was said in this room. (They share a soft laugh.) BIFF : Remember that big Betsy something — what the hell was her name — over on Bushwick Avenue? H APPY (combing his hair) : With the collie dog! BIFF : That’s the one. I got you in there, remember? H APPY : Yeah, that was my first time — I think. Boy, there was a pig. (They laugh, almost crudely.) You taught me everything I know about women. Don’t forget that. BIFF : I bet you forgot how bashful you used to be. Especially with girls. H APPY : Oh, I still am, Biff. BIFF : Oh, go on. H APPY : I just control it, that’s all. I think I got less bashful and you got more so. What happened, Biff? Where’s the old humor, the old confidence? (He shakes Biffs knee. Biff gets up and moves restlessly about the room.) What’s the matter?

BIFF : Why does Dad mock me all the time? H APPY : He’s not mocking you, he... BIFF : Everything I say there’s a twist of mockery on his face. I can’t get near him. H APPY : He just wants you to make good, that’s all. I wanted to talk to you about Dad for a long time, Biff. Something’s — happening to him. He — talks to himself. BIFF : I noticed that this morning. But he always mumbled. H APPY : But not so noticeable. It got so embarrassing I sent him to Florida. And you know something? Most of the time he’s talking to you. BIFF : What’s he say about me? H APPY : I can’t make it out. BIFF : What’s he say about me? H APPY : I think the fact that you’re not settled, that you’re still kind of up in the air... BIFF : There’s one or two other things depressing him, Happy. H APPY : What do you mean? BIFF : Never mind. Just don’ t lay it all to me. H APPY : But I think if you just got started — I mean — is there any future for you out there? BIFF : I tell ya, Hap, I don’t know what the future is. I don’t know — what I’m supposed to want. H APPY : What do you mean? BIFF : Well, I spent six or seven years after high school trying to work myself up. Shipping clerk, salesman, business of one kind or another. And it’s a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two- week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off. And always to have to get ahead of the next fella. And still — that’s how you build a future. H APPY : Well, you really enjoy it on a farm? Are you content out there? BIFF (with rising agitation): Hap, I’ve had twenty or thirty differ-

ent kinds of jobs since I left home before the war, and it always turns out the same. I just realized it lately. In Nebraska when I herded cattle, and the Dakotas, and Arizona, and now in Texas. It’s why I came home now, I guess, because I realized it. This farm I work on, it’s spring there now, see? And they’ve got about fifteen new colts. There’s nothing more inspiring or — beautiful than the sight of a mare and a new colt. And it’s cool there now, see? Texas is cool now, and it’s spring. And when- ever spring comes to where I am, I suddenly get the feeling, my God, I’m not gettin’ anywhere! What the hell am I doing, play- ing around with horses, twenty-eight dollars a week! I’m thirty-four years old, I oughta be makin’ my future. That’s when I come running home. And now, I get here, and I don’t know what to do with myself. (After a pause.) I’ve always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I’ve done is to waste my life . H APPY : You’re a poet, you know that, Biff? You’re a — you’re an idealist! BIFF : No, I’m mixed up very bad. Maybe I oughta get married. Maybe I oughta get stuck into something. Maybe that’s my trouble. I’m like a boy. I’m no t married, I’m not in business, I just — I’m like a boy. Are you content, Hap? You’re a success, aren’t you? Are you content? H APPY : Hell, no! BIFF : Why? You’re making money, aren’t you? H APPY (moving about with energy, expressiveness): All I can do now is wait for the merchandise manager to die. And suppose I get to be merchandise manager? He’s a good friend of mine, and he just built a terrific estate on Long Island. And he lived there about two months and sold it, and now he’s building an- other one. He can’t enjoy it once it’s finished. And I know that’s just what I would do. I don’t know what the hell I’m workin’ for. Sometimes I sit in my apartment — all alone. And I think of the rent I’m paying. And it’s crazy. But then, it’s what I always wanted. My own apartment, a car, and plenty of women. And still, goddammit, I’m lonely. BIFF (with enthusiasm): Listen, why don’t you come out West with me? H APPY : You and I, heh?

BIFF : Sure, maybe we could buy a ranch. Raise cattle, use our muscles. Men built like we are should be working out in the open. H APPY (avidly) : The Loman Brothers, heh? BIFF (with vast affection) : Sure, we’d be known all over the coun- ties! H APPY (enthralled) : That’s what I dream about, Biff. Sometimes I want to just rip my clothes off in the middle of the store and outbox that goddam merchandis e manager. I mean I can out- box, outrun, and outlift anybody in that store, and I have to take orders from those common, petty sons-of-bitches till I can’t stand it any more. BIFF : I’m tellin’ you, kid, if you were with me I’d be happy out there. H APPY (enthused) : See, Biff, everybody around me is so false that I’m constantly lowering my ideals... BIFF : Baby, together we’d stand up for one another, we’d have someone to trust. H APPY : If I were around you... BIFF : Hap, the trouble is we weren’t brought up to grub for money. I don’t know how to do it. H APPY : Neither can I! BIFF : Then let’s go! H APPY : The only thing is — what can you make out there? BIFF : But look at your friend. Builds an estate and then hasn’t the peace of mind to live in it. H APPY : Yeah, but when he walks into the store the waves part in front of him. That’s fifty-two thousand dollars a year coming through the revolving door, and I got more in my pinky finger than he’s got in his head. BIFF : Yeah, but you just said... H APPY : I gotta show some of those pompous, self-important executives over there that Hap Loman can make the grade. I want to walk into the store the way he walks in. Then I’ll go with you, Biff. We’ll be together yet, I swear. But take those two we had tonight. Now weren’t they gorgeous creatures? BIFF : Yeah, yeah, most gorgeous I’ve had in years.

H APPY : I get that any time I want, Biff. Whenever I feel dis- gusted. The only trouble is, it ge ts like bowling or something. I just keep knockin’ them over and it doesn’t mean anything . You still run around a lot? BIFF : Naa. I’d like to find a girl — steady, somebody with sub- stance. H APPY : That’s what I long for. BIFF : Go on! You’d never come home. H APPY : I would! Somebody with character, with resistance! Like Mom, y’know? You’re gonna call me a bastard when I tell you this. That girl Charlotte I was with tonight is engaged to be married in five weeks. (He tries on his new hat.) BIFF : No kiddin’! H APPY : Sure, the guy’s in line for the vice-presidency of the store. I don’t know what gets in to me, maybe I just have an overdeveloped sense of competit ion or something, but I went and ruined her, and furthermore I can’t get rid of her. And he’s the third executive I’ve done that to. Isn’t that a crummy char- acteristic? And to top it all, I go to their weddings! (Indig- nantly, but laughing.) Like I’m not supposed to take bribes. Manufacturers offer me a hundred-dollar bill now and then to throw an order their way. You know how honest I am, but it’s like this girl, see. I hate myself for it. Because I don’t want the girl, and still, I take it and — I love it! BIFF : Let’s go to sleep. H APPY : I guess we didn’t settle anything, heh? BIFF : I just got one idea that I think I’m going to try. H APPY : What’s that? BIFF : Remember Bill Oliver? H APPY : Sure, Oliver is very big now. You want to work for him again? BIFF : No, but when I quit he said something to me. He put his arm on my shoulder, and he said, »Biff, if you ever need any- thing, come to me.« H APPY : I remember that. That sounds good. BIFF : I think I’ll go to see him. If I could get ten thousand or even seven or eight thousand dollars I could buy a beautiful ranch.

H APPY : I bet he’d back you. Cause he thought highly of you, Biff. I mean, they all do. You’re well liked, Biff. That’s why I say to come back here, and we both have the apartment. And I’m tel- lin’ you, Biff, any babe you want... BIFF : No, with a ranch I could do the work I like and still be something. I just wonder though. I wonder if Oliver still thinks I stole that carton of basketballs. H APPY : Oh, he probably forgot that long ago. It’s almost ten years. You’re too sensitive. Anyway , he didn’t really fire you. BIFF : Well, I think he was going to. I think that’s why I quit. I was never sure whether he knew or not. I know he thought the world of me, though. I was the only one he’d let lock up the place. W ILLY (below) : You gonna wash the engine, Biff? H APPY : Shh! (Biff looks at Happy, who is gazing down, listening. Willy is mumbling in the parlor.) H APPY : You hear that? (They listen. Willy laughs warmly.) BIFF (growing angry): Doesn’t he know Mom can hear that? W ILLY : Don’t get your sweater dirty, Biff! (A look of pain crosses Biffs face.) H APPY : Isn’t that terrible? Don’t leave again, will you? You’ll find a job here. You gotta stick around. I don’t know what to do about him, it’s getting embarrassing. W ILLY : What a simonizing job! BIFF : Mom’s hearing that! W ILLY : No kiddin’, Biff, you got a date? Wonderful! H APPY : Go on to sleep. But talk to hi m in the morning, will you? BIFF (reluctantly getting into bed) : With her in the house. Brother! H APPY (getting into bed) : I wish you’d have a good talk with him. (The light of their room begins to fade.) BIFF (to himself in bed) : That selfish, stupid... H APPY : Sh... Sleep, Biff.

(Their light is out. Well before they have finished speaking, Willy’s form is dimly seen below in the darkened kitchen. He opens the refrigerator, searches in there, and takes out a bottle of milk. The apartment houses are fading out, and the entire house and surroundings become covered with leaves. Music insinuates itself as the leaves appear.) W ILLY : Just wanna be careful with those girls, Biff, that’s all. Don’t make any promises. No pr omises of any kind. Because a girl, y’know, they always believe what you tell ‘em, and you’re very young, Biff, you’re too young to be talking seriously to girls. (Light rises on the kitchen. Willy , talking, shuts the refrigerator door and comes downstage to the ki tchen table. He pours milk into a glass. He is totally immersed in himself, smiling faintly.) W ILLY : Too young entirely, Biff. You want to watch your school- ing first. Then when you’re all se t, there’ll be plenty of girls for a boy like you. (He smiles broadly at a kitchen chair.) That so? The girls pay for you? (He laughs) Boy, you must really be makin’ a hit. (Willy is gradually addressing — physically — a point offstage, speaking through the wall of the kitchen, and his voice has been rising in volume to that of a normal conversation.) W ILLY : I been wondering why you polish the car so careful. Ha! Don’t leave the hubcaps, boys. Ge t the chamois to the hubcaps. Happy, use newspaper on the windows, it’s the easiest thing. Show him how to do it Biff! You see, Happy? Pad it up, use it like a pad. That’s it, that’s it, g ood work. You’re doin’ all right, Hap. (He pauses, then nods in approbation for a few seconds, then looks upward.) Biff, first thing we gotta do when we get time is clip that big branch over the house. Afraid it’s gonna fall in a storm and hit the roof. Tell you what. We get a rope and sling her around, and then we climb up there with a couple of saws and take her down. Soon as you finish the car, boys, I wanna see ya. I got a surprise for you, boys. BIFF (offstage) : Whatta ya got, Dad? W ILLY : No, you finish first. Never leave a job till you’re finished — remember that. (Looking toward the »big trees«.) Biff, up in

Albany I saw a beautiful hammock. I think I’ll buy it next trip, and we’ll hang it right between those two elms. Wouldn’t that be something? Just swingin’ there under those branches. Boy, that would be... (Young Biff and Young Happy appear from the direction Willy was addressing. Happy carries rags and a pa il of water. Biff, wear- ing a sweater with a block »S«, carries a football.) BIFF (pointing in the direction of the car offstage) : How’s that, Pop, professional? W ILLY : Terrific. Terrific job, boys. Good work, Biff. H APPY : Where’s the surprise, Pop? W ILLY : In the back seat of the car. H APPY : Boy! (H e runs off.) BIFF : What is it, Dad? Tell me, what’d you buy? W ILLY (laughing, cuffs him) : Never mind, something I want you to have. BIFF (turns and starts off) : What is it, Hap? H APPY (offstage): It’s a punching bag! BIFF : Oh, Pop! W ILLY : It’s got Gene Tunney’s signature on it! (Happy runs on- stage with a punching bag.) BIFF : Gee, how’d you know we wanted a punching bag? W ILLY : Well, it’s the finest thing for the timing. H APPY (lies down on his back and pedals with his feet) : I’m losing weight, you notice, Pop? W ILLY (to Happy) : Jumping rope is good too. BIFF : Did you see the new football I got? W ILLY (examining the ball) : Where’d you get a new ball? BIFF : The coach told me to practice my passing. W ILLY : That so? And he gave you the ball, heh? BIFF : Well, I borrowed it from the locker room. (He laughs confidentially.) W ILLY (laughing with him at the theft) : I want you to return that. H APPY : I told you he wouldn’t like it! BIFF (angrily) : Well, I’m bringing it back! W ILLY (stopping the incipient argument, to Happy) : Sure, he’s

gotta practice with a regulation ball, doesn’t he? (To Biff.) Coach’ll probably congratulate you on your initiative! BIFF : Oh, he keeps congratulating my initiative all the time, Pop. W ILLY : That’s because he likes you. If somebody else took that ball there’d be an uproar. So what’s the report, boys, what’s the report? BIFF : Where’d you go this time, Dad? Gee we were lonesome for you. W ILLY (pleased, puts an arm around each boy and they come down to the apron) : Lonesome, heh? BIFF : Missed you every minute. W ILLY : Don’t say? Tell you a secret, boys. Don’t breathe it to a soul. Someday I’ll have my own business, and I’ll never have to leave home any more. H APPY : Like Uncle Charley, heh? W ILLY : Bigger than Uncle Charley! Because Charley is not — liked. He’s liked, but he’s not — well liked. BIFF : Where’d you go this time, Dad? W ILLY : Well, I got on the road, and I went north to Providence. Met the Mayor. BIFF : The Mayor of Providence! W ILLY : He was sitting in the hotel lobby. BIFF : What’d he say? W ILLY : He said, »Morning!« And I said , »You got a fine city here, Mayor.« And then he had coffee with me. And then I went to Waterbury. Waterbury is a fine city. Big clock city, the famous Waterbury clock. Sold a nice bill there. And then Boston — Boston is the cradle of the Revolution . A fine city. And a couple of other towns in Mass., and on to Portland and Bangor and straight home! BIFF : Gee, I’d love to go with you sometime, Dad. W ILLY : Soon as summer comes. H APPY : Promise? W ILLY : You and Hap and I, and I’ll show you all the towns. America is full of beautiful towns and fine, upstanding people. And they know me, boys, they know me up and down New England . The finest people. And when I bring you fellas up,

there’ll be open sesame for all of us, ‘cause one thing, boys: I have friends. I can park my car in any street in New England, and the cops protect it like their own. This summer, heh? BIFF AND H APPY (together): Yeah! You bet! W ILLY : We’ll take our bathing suits. H APPY : We’ll carry your bags, Pop! W ILLY : Oh, won’t that be something! Me comin’ into the Boston stores with you boys carryin ’ my bags. What a sensation! (Biff is prancing around, practicing passing the ball.) W ILLY : You nervous, Biff, about the game? BIFF : Not if you’re gonna be there. W ILLY : What do they say about you in school, now that they made you captain? H APPY : There’s a crowd of girls behind him everytime the classes change. BIFF (taking Willy’s hand) : This Saturday, Pop, this Saturday — just for you, I’m going to break through for a touchdown. H APPY : You’re supposed to pass. BIFF : I’m takin’ one play for Pop. You watch me, Pop, and when I take off my helmet, that means I’m breakin’ out. Then you watch me crash through that line! W ILLY (kisses Biff) : Oh, wait’ll I tell this in Boston! (Bernard enters in kn ickers. He is younger than Biff, earnest and loyal, a worried boy). BERNARD : Biff, where are you? You’re supposed to study with me today. W ILLY : Hey, looka Bernard. What’re yo u lookin’ so anemic about, Bernard? BERNARD : He’s gotta study, Uncle Willy. He’s got Regents next week. H APPY (tauntingly, spinning Bernard around) : Let’s box, Ber- nard! BERNARD : Biff! (He gets away from Happy.) Listen, Biff, I heard Mr. Birnbaum say that if you don’t start studyin’ math he’s gonna flunk you, and you won’t graduate . I heard him!

W ILLY : You better study with him, Biff. Go ahead now. BERNARD : I heard him! BIFF : Oh, Pop, you didn’t see my sneakers! (He holds up a foot for Willy to look at.) W ILLY : Hey, that’s a beautiful job of printing! BERNARD (wiping his glasses) : Just because he printed Univer- sity of Virginia on his sneakers doesn’t mean they’ve got to graduate him. Uncle Willy! W ILLY (angrily) : What’re you talking about? With scholarships to three universities they’re gonna flunk him? BERNARD : But I heard Mr. Birnbaum say... W ILLY : Don’t be a pest, Bernard! (To his boys.) What an anemic! BERNARD : Okay, I’m waiting for you in my house, Biff. (Bernard goes off. The Lomans laugh.) W ILLY : Bernard is not well liked, is he? BIFF : He’s liked, but he’s not well liked. H APPY : That’s right, Pop. W ILLY : That’s just what I mean. Bernard can get the best marks in school, y’understand, but when he gets out in the business world, y’understand, you are going to be five times ahead of him. That’s why I thank Almighty God you’re both built like Adonises. Because the man who makes an appearance in the business world, the man who creates personal interest, is the man who gets ahead . Be liked and you will never want. You take me, for instance. I never have to wait in line to see a buyer. »Willy Loman is here!« That’s all they have to know, and I go right through. BIFF : Did you knock them dead. Pop? W ILLY : Knocked ‘em cold in Providence, slaughtered ‘em in Bos- ton. H APPY (on his back , pedaling again) : I’m losing weight, you no- tice, Pop? (Linda enters as of old, a ribbon in her hair, carrying a basket of washing.) LINDA (with youthful energy) : Hello, dear!

W ILLY : Sweetheart! LINDA : How’d the Chevvy run? W ILLY : Chevrolet, Linda, is the greatest car ever built. (To the boys.) Since when do you let your mother carry wash up the stairs? BIFF : Grab hold there, boy! H APPY : Where to, Mom? LINDA : Hang them up on the line. And you better go down to your friends, Biff. The cellar is full of boys. They don’t know what to do with themselves. BIFF : Ah, when Pop comes home they can wait! W ILLY (laughs appreciatively) : You better go down and tell them what to do, Biff. BIFF : I think I’ll have them sweep out the furnace room. W ILLY : Good work, Biff. BIFF (goes through wall-line of kitc hen to doorway at back and calls down) : Fellas! Everybody sweep out the furnace room! I’ll be right down! VOICES : All right! Okay, Biff. BIFF : George and Sam and Frank, come out back! We’re hangin’ up the wash! Come on, Hap, on the double! (He and Happy carry out the basket.) LINDA : The way they obey him! W ILLY : Well, that’s training, the training. I’m tellin’ you, I was sellin’ thousands and thousands, but I had to come home. LINDA : Oh, the whole block’ll be at that game. Did you sell any- thing? W ILLY : I did five hundred gross in Providence and seven hundred gross in Boston. LINDA : No! Wait a minute, I’ve got a pencil. (She pulls pencil and paper out of her apron pocket.) That makes your commission... Two hundred... my God! Two hundred and twelve dollars! W ILLY : Well, I didn’t figure it yet, but... LINDA : How much did you do? W ILLY : Well, I — I did — about a hundred and eighty gross in Providence.

Well, no — it came to — roughly two hundred gross on the whole trip. LINDA (without hesitation) : Two hundred gross. That’s... (She figures.) W ILLY : The trouble was that three of the stores were half-closed for inventory in Boston. Otherwise I woulda broke records. LINDA : Well, it makes seventy dollars and some pennies. That’s very good. W ILLY : What do we owe? LINDA : Well, on the first there’s sixteen dollars on the refrigera- tor W ILLY : Why sixteen? LINDA : Well, the fan belt broke, so it was a dollar eighty . W ILLY : But it’s brand new. LINDA : Well, the man said that’s the way it is. Till they work themselves in, y’know. (They move through the wa ll-line into the kitchen.) W ILLY : I hope we didn’t get stuck on that machine. LINDA : They got the biggest ads of any of them! W ILLY : I know, it’s a fine machine. What else? LINDA : Well, there’s nine-sixty for the washing machine. And for the vacuum cleaner there’s three and a half due on the fif- teenth. Then the roof, you got twenty-one dollars remaining. W ILLY : It don’t leak, does it? LINDA : No, they did a wonderful job. Then you owe Frank for the carburetor. W ILLY : I’m not going to pay that man! That goddam Chevrolet, they ought to prohibit the manufacture oft hat car! LINDA : Well, you owe him three and a half. And odds and ends, comes to around a hundred and tw enty dollars by the fifteenth. W ILLY : A hundred and twenty dollars! My God, if business don’t pick up I don’t know what I’m gonna do! LINDA : Well, next week you’ll do better. W ILLY : Oh, I’ll knock ‘em dead next week. I’ll go to Hartford. I’m very well liked in Hartford. Yo u know, the trouble is, Linda,

people don’t seem to take to me. (They move onto the forestage.) LINDA : Oh, don’t be foolish. W ILLY : I know it when I walk in. They seem to laugh at me. LINDA : Why? Why would they laugh at you? Don’t talk that way, Willy. (Willy moves to the edge of the st age. Linda goes into the kitchen and starts to dam stockings.) W ILLY : I don’t know the reason for it, but they just pass me by. I’m not noticed. LINDA : But you’re doing wonderful, dear. You’re making seventy to a hundred dollars a week. W ILLY : But I gotta be at it ten, twelve hours a day. Other men — I don’t know — they do it easier. I don’t know why — I can’t stop myself — I talk too much. A man oughta come in with a few words. One thing about Charle y. He’s a man of few words, and they respect him. LINDA : You don’t talk too much, you’re just lively. W ILLY (smiling) : Well, I figure, what the hell, life is short, a cou- ple of jokes. (To himself.) I joke too much (The smile goes.) LINDA : Why? You’re... W ILLY : I’m fat. I’m very — foolish to look at, Linda. I didn’t tell you, but Christmas time I happened to be calling on F. H. Stewarts, and a salesman I know, as I was going in to see the buyer I heard him say something about — walrus. And I — I cracked him right across the face. I won’t take that. I simply will not take that. But they do laugh at me. I know that. LINDA : Darling... W ILLY : I gotta overcome it. I know I gotta overcome it. I’m not dressing to advantage, maybe. LINDA : Willy, darling, you’re the hand somest man in the world... W ILLY : Oh, no, Linda. LINDA : To me you are. (Slight pause.) The handsomest. (From the darkness is heard th e laughter of a woman. Willy doesn’t turn to it, but it co ntinues through Linda’s lines.)

LINDA : And the boys, Willy. Few men are idolized by their chil- dren the way you are . (Music is heard as behind a scrim, to the left of the house; The Woman, dimly seen, is dressing.) W ILLY (with great feeling) : You’re the best there is, Linda, you’re a pal, you know that? On the road — on the road I want to grab you sometimes and just kiss the life outa you . (The laughter is loud now, and he moves into a brightening area at the left, where The Woman has come from behind the scrim and is standing, putting on her hat, looking into a »mirror« and laughing.) W ILLY : Cause I get so lonely — especially when business is bad and there’s nobody to talk to . I get the feeling that I’ll never sell anything again, that I won’t make a living for you, or a business, a business for the boys. (He talks through The Woman’s subsiding laughter; Th e Woman primps at the »mir- ror«.) There’s so much I want to make for... THE W OMAN : Me? You didn’t make me, Willy. I picked you. W ILLY (pleased) : You picked me? THE W OMAN : (who is quite proper-looking, Willy’s age) : I did. I’ve been sitting at that desk watching all the salesmen go by, day in, day out. But you’ve got such a sense of humor, and we do have such a good time together, don’t we? W ILLY : Sure, sure. (He takes her in his arms.) Why do you have to go now? THE W OMAN : It’s two o’clock... W ILLY : No, come on in! (He pulls her.) THE W OMAN :... my sisters’ll be scandalized. When’ll you be back? W ILLY : Oh, two weeks about. Will you come up again? THE W OMAN : Sure thing. You do make me laugh. It’s good for me. (She squeezes his arm, kisses him.) And I think you’re a wonderful man. W ILLY : You picked me, heh? THE W OMAN : Sure. Because you’re so sweet. And such a kidder.

W ILLY : Well, I’ll see you next time I’m in Boston. THE W OMAN : I’ll put you right through to the buyers. W ILLY (slapping her bottom): Right. Well, bottoms up! THE W OMAN (slaps him gently and laughs) : You just kill me, Willy. (H e suddenly grabs her and kisses her roughly.) You kill me. And thanks for the stockings. I love a lot of stockings. Well, good night. W ILLY : Good night. And keep your pores open! THE W OMAN : Oh, Willy! (The Woman bursts out laughing , and Linda’s laughter blends in. The Woman disappears into the dark. Now the area at the kitchen table brightens. Linda is sitting where she was at the kitchen table, but now is mending a pair of her silk stockings.) LINDA : You are, Willy. The handsomest man. You’ve got no rea- son to feel that... W ILLY (corning out of The Woman’s dimming area and going over to Linda) : I’ll make it all up to you, Linda, I’ll... LINDA : There’s nothing to make up, dear. You’re doing fine, bet- ter than... W ILLY (noticing her mending) : What’s that? LINDA : Just mending my stockings. They’re so expensive... W ILLY (angrily, taking them from her) : I won’t have you mending stockings in this house! Now throw them out! (Linda puts the stockings in her pocket.) BERNARD (entering on the run): Where is he? If he doesn’t study! W ILLY (moving to the forestage, with great agitation) : You’ll give him the answers! BERNARD : I do, but I can’t on a Regents! That’s a state exam! They’re liable to arrest me! W ILLY : Where is he? I’ll whip him, I’ll whip him! LINDA : And he’d better give back th at football, Willy, it’s not nice. W ILLY : Biff! Where is he? Why is he taking everything? LINDA : He’s too rough with the girls, Willy. All the mothers are afraid of him!

W ILLY : I’ll whip him! BERNARD : He’s driving the car without a license! (The Woman’s laugh is heard.) W ILLY : Shut up! LINDA : All the mothers... W ILLY : Shut up! BERNARD (backing quietly away and out): Mr. Birnbaum says he’s stuck up. W ILLY : Get outa here! BERNARD : If he doesn’t buckle down he’ll flunk math! (He goes off.) LINDA : He’s right, Willy, you’ve gotta... W ILLY (exploding at her) : There’s nothing the matter with him! You want him to be a worm like Bernard? He’s got spirit, per- sonality (As he speaks, Linda, almost in tears, exits into the liv- ing room. Willy is alone in the kitchen, wilting and staring. The leaves are gone. It is night again, and the apartment houses look down from behind.) W ILLY : Loaded with it. Loaded! What is he stealing? He’s giving it back, isn’t he? Why is he stealing? What did I tell him? I never in my life told him anything but decent things. (Happy in pajamas has come down the stairs; Willy suddenly becomes aware of Happy’s presence.) H APPY : Let’s go now, come on. W ILLY (sitting down at the kitchen table) : Huh! Why did she have to wax the floors herself? Everytime she waxes the floors she keels over. She knows that! H APPY : Shh! Take it easy. What brought you back tonight? W ILLY : I got an awful scare. Nearly hit a kid in Yonkers. God! Why didn’t I go to Alaska with my brother Ben that time! Ben! That man was a genius, that man was success incarnate! What a mistake! He begged me to go. H APPY : Well, there’s no use in... W ILLY : You guys! There was a man started with the clothes on his back and ended up with diamond mines! H APPY : Boy, someday I’d like to know how he did it.

W ILLY : What’s the mystery? The man knew what he wanted and went out and got it! Walked into a jungle, and comes out, the age of twenty-one, and he’s rich! The world is an oyster, but you don’t crack it open on a mattress! H APPY : Pop, I told you I’m gonna retire you for life. W ILLY : You’ll retire me for life on seventy goddam dollars a week? And your women and your car and your apartment, and you’ll retire me for life! Christ’s sake, I couldn’t get past Yonkers today! Where are you guys, where are you? The woods are burning! I can’t drive a car! (Charley has appeared in the doorway. He is a large man, slow of speech, laconic, immovable. In all he says, despite what he says, there is pity, and, now, trepidat ion. He has a robe over pajamas, slippers on his feet. He enters the kitchen.) CHARLEY : Everything all right? H APPY : Yeah, Charley, everything’s... W ILLY : What’s the matter? CHARLEY : I heard some noise. I thought something happened. Can’t we do something about the walls? You sneeze in here, and in my house hats blow off. H APPY : Let’s go to bed, Dad. Come on. (Charley signals to Happy to go.) W ILLY : You go ahead, I’m not tired at the moment. H APPY (to Willy) : Take it easy, huh? (He exits.) W ILLY : What’re you doin’ up? CHARLEY (sitting down at the kitc hen table opposite Willy): Couldn’t sleep good. I had a heartburn. W ILLY : Well, you don’t know how to eat. CHARLEY : I eat with my mouth. W ILLY : No, you’re ignorant. You gotta know about vitamins and things like that. CHARLEY : Come on, let’s shoot. Tire you out a little. W ILLY (hesitantly) : All right. You got cards? CHARLEY (taking a deck from his pocket) : Yeah, I got them. Someplace. What is it with those vitamins?

W ILLY (dealing): They build up your bones. Chemistry. CHARLEY : Yeah, but there’s no bones in a heartburn. W ILLY : What are you talkin’ about? Do you know the first thing about it? CHARLEY : Don’t get insulted. W ILLY : Don’t talk about something you don’t know anything about. (They are playing. Pause.) CHARLEY : What’re you doin’ home? W ILLY : A little trouble with the car. CHARLEY : Oh. (Pause.) I’d like to take a trip to California. W ILLY : Don’t say. CHARLEY : You want a job? W ILLY : I got a job, I told you that. (After a slight pause.) What the hell are you offering me a job for? CHARLEY : Don’t get insulted. W ILLY : Don’t insult me. CHARLEY : I don’t see no sense in it. You don’t have to go on this way. W ILLY : I got a good job. (Slight pause.) What do you keep comin’ in here for? CHARLEY : You want me to go? W ILLY (after a pause, withering) : I can’t understand it. He’s go- ing back to Texas again. What the hell is that? CHARLEY : Let him go. W ILLY : I got nothin’ to give him, Charley, I’m clean, I’m clean. CHARLEY : He won’t starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. W ILLY : Then what have I got to remember? CHARLEY : You take it too hard. To he ll with it. When a deposit bottle is broken you don’t get your nickel back. W ILLY : That’s easy enough for you to say. CHARLEY : That ain’t easy for me to say. W ILLY : Did you see the ceiling I put up in the living room?

CHARLEY : Yeah, that’s a piece of work. To put up a ceiling is a mystery to me. How do you do it? W ILLY : What’s the difference? CHARLEY : Well, talk about it. W ILLY : You gonna put up a ceiling? CHARLEY : How could I put up a ceiling? W ILLY : Then what the hell are you bothering me for? CHARLEY : You’re insulted again. W ILLY : A man who can’t handle tools is not a man. You’re disgusting . CHARLEY : Don’t call me disgusting, Willy. (Uncle Ben, carrying a valise an d an umbrella, enters the fore- stage from around the right corner of the house. He is a stolid man, in his sixties, with a mustache and an authoritative air. He is ut- terly certain of his destiny, and ther e is an aura of far places about him. He enters exactly as Willy speaks.) W ILLY : I’m getting awfully tired, Ben. (Ben’s music is heard. Ben looks around at everything.) CHARLEY : Good, keep playing; you’ll sleep better. Did you call me Ben? (Ben looks at his watch.) W ILLY : That’s funny. For a second th ere you reminded me of my brother Ben. BEN : I only have a few minutes. (He strolls, inspecting the place. Willy and Charley continue playing.) CHARLEY : You never heard from him again, heh? Since that time? W ILLY : Didn’t Linda tell you? Couple of weeks ago we got a letter from his wife in Africa. He died. CHARLEY : That so. BEN (chuckling) : So this is Brooklyn, eh? CHARLEY : Maybe you’re in for some of his money. W ILLY : Naa, he had seven sons. There’s just one opportunity I had with that man...

BEN : I must make a tram, William. There are several properties I’m looking at in Alaska. W ILLY : Sure, sure! If I’d gone with him to Alaska that time, eve- rything would’ve been totally different. CHARLEY : Go on, you’d froze to death up there. W ILLY : What’re you talking about? BEN : Opportunity is tremendous in Alaska, William. Surprised you’re not up there. W ILLY : Sure, tremendous. CHARLEY : Heh? W ILLY : There was the only man I ever met who knew the an- swers. CHARLEY : Who? BEN : How are you all? W ILLY (taking a pot, smiling) : Fine, fine. CHARLEY : Pretty sharp tonight. BEN : Is Mother living with you? W ILLY : No, she died a long time ago. CHARLEY : Who? BEN : That’s too bad. Fine specimen of a lady, Mother. W ILLY (to Charley) : Heh? BEN : I’d hoped to see the old girl. CHARLEY : Who died? BEN : Heard anything from Father, have you? W ILLY (unnerved) : What do you mean, who died? CHARLEY (taking a pot) : What’re you talkin’ about? BEN (looking at his watch) : William, it’s half past eight! W ILLY (as though to dispel his conf usion he angrily stops Char- ley’s hand). That’s my build! CHARLEY : I put the ace... W ILLY : If you don’t know how to play the game I’m not gonna throw my money away on you! CHARLEY (rising): It was my ace, for God’s sake! W ILLY : I’m through, I’m through!

BEN : When did Mother die? W ILLY : Long ago. Since the beginning you never knew how to play cards. CHARLEY (picks up the cards and goes to the door) : All right! Next time I’ll bring a deck with five aces. W ILLY : I don’t play that kind of game! CHARLEY (turning to him) : You ought to be ashamed of yourself! W ILLY : Yeah? CHARLEY : Yeah! (he goes out.) W ILLY (slamming the door after him) : Ignoramus! BEN (as Willy comes toward him through the wall-line of the kitchen): So you’re William. W ILLY (shaking Ben’s hand) : Ben! I’ve been waiting for you so long! What’s the answer? How did you do it? BEN : Oh, there’s a story in that. (Linda enters the forestage, as of old, carrying the wash basket.) LINDA : Is this Ben? BEN (gallantly): How do you do, my dear. LINDA : Where’ve you been all these years? Willy’s always won- dered why you... W ILLY (pulling Ben away from her impatiently) : Where is Dad? Didn’t you follow him? Ho w did you get started? BEN : Well, I don’t know how much you remember. W ILLY : Well, I was just a baby, of course, only three or four years old... BEN : Three years and eleven months. W ILLY : What a memory, Ben! BEN : I have many enterprises, W illiam, and I have never kept books. W ILLY : I remember I was sitting under the wagon in — was it Nebraska? BEN : It was South Dakota, and I gav e you a bunch of wild flow- ers. W ILLY : I remember you walking away down some open road.

BEN (laughing): I was going to find Father in Alaska. W ILLY : Where is he? BEN : At that age I had a very faulty view of geography, William. I discovered after a few days that I was heading due south, so in- stead of Alaska, I ended up in Africa. LINDA : Africa! W ILLY : The Gold Coast! BEN : Principally diamond mines. LINDA : Diamond mines! BEN : Yes, my dear. But I’ve only a few minutes... W ILLY : No! Boys! Boys! (Young Biff and Happy appear.) Listen to this. This is your Uncle Ben, a great man! Tell my boys, Ben! BEN : Why, boys, when I was seventeen I walked into the jungle, and when I was twenty-one I walked out. (He laughs.) And by God I was rich. W ILLY (to the boys) : You see what I been talking about? The greatest things can happen! BEN (glancing at his watch) : I have an appointment in Ketchikan Tuesday week. W ILLY : No, Ben! Please tell about Dad. I want my boys to hear. I want them to know the kind of stock they spring from. All I remember is a man with a big beard, and I was in Mamma’s lap, sitting around a fire, an d some kind of high music. BEN : His flute. He played the flute. W ILLY : Sure, the flute, that’s right! (N ew music is heard, a high, rollicking tune.) BEN : Father was a very great and a very wild-hearted man. We would start in Boston, and he’d toss the whole family into the wagon, and then he’d drive the team right across the country; through Ohio, and Indiana, Michigan, Illinois, and all the Western states. And we’d stop in the towns and sell the flutes that he’d made on the way. Great inventor, Father. With one gadget he made more in a week than a man like you could make in a lifetime. W ILLY : That’s just the way I’m bringing them up, Ben — rugged, well liked, all-around.

BEN : Yeah? (To Biff.) Hit that, boy — hard as you can. (He pounds his stomach.) BIFF : Oh, no, sir! BEN (taking boxing stance) : Come on, get to me! (He laughs) W ILLY : Go to it, Biff! Go ahead, show him! BIFF : Okay! (He cocks his fists and starts in.) LINDA (to Willy): Why must he fight, dear? BEN (sparring with Biff) : Good boy! Good boy! W ILLY : How’s that, Ben, heh? H APPY : Give him the left, Biff! LINDA : Why are you fighting? BEN : Good boy! (Suddenly comes in, trips Biff, and stands over him, the point of his umbre lla poised over Biffs eye.) LINDA : Look out, Biff! BIFF : Gee! BEN (Patting Biffs knee): Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You’ll never get out of the jungle that way. (Taking Linda’s hand and bowing.) It was an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Linda. LINDA (withdrawing her hand coldly, frightened) : Have a nice trip. BEN (t o Willy): And good luck with your — what do you do? W ILLY : Selling. BEN : Yes. Well... (He raises his hand in farewell to all.) W ILLY : No, Ben, I don’t want you to think... (He takes Ben’s arm to show him) It’s Brooklyn, I know, but we hunt too. BEN : Really, now. W ILLY : Oh, sure, there’s snakes and rabbits and — that’s why I moved out here. Why Biff can fell any one of these trees in no time! Boys! Go right over to where they’r e building the apart- ment house and get some sand. We’re gonna rebuild the entire front stoop right now! Watch this, Ben! BIFF : Yes, sir! On the double, Hap! H APPY (as he and Biff run off) : I lost weight, Pop, you notice? (Charley enters in knickers, even before the boys are gone.)

CHARLEY : Listen, if they steal any more from that building the watchman’ll put the cops on them! LINDA (to Willy) : Don’t let Biff... (Ben laughs lustily.) W ILLY : You shoulda seen the lumber they brought home last week. At least a dozen six-by-t ens worth all kinds a money. CHARLEY : Listen, if that watchman... W ILLY : I gave them hell, understand. But I got a couple of fear- less characters there. CHARLEY : Willy, the jails are full of fearless characters. BEN (clapping Willy on the back , with a laugh at Charley): And the stock exchange, friend! W ILLY (joining in Ben’s laughter) : Where are the rest of your pants? CHARLEY : My wife bought them. W ILLY : Now all you need is a golf club and you can go upstairs and go to sleep. (To Ben.) Great athlete! Between him and his son Bernard they can’t hammer a nail! BERNARD (rushing in) : The watchman’s chasing Biff! W ILLY (angrily): Shut up! He’s not stealing anything! LINDA (alarmed, hurrying off left) : Where is he? Biff, dear! (She exits.) W ILLY (moving toward the le ft, away from Ben): There’s nothing wrong. What’s the matter with you? BEN : Nervy boy. Good! W ILLY (laughing) : Oh, nerves of iron, that Biff! CHARLEY : Don’t know what it is. My New England man comes back and he’s bleeding, they murdered him up there. W ILLY : It’s contacts, Charley, I got important contacts! CHARLEY (sarcastically): Glad to hear it, Willy. Come in later, we’ll shoot a little casino. I’ll take some of your Portland money. (He laughs at Willy and exits.) W ILLY (turning to Ben): Business is bad, it’s murderous . But not for me, of course. BEN : I’ll stop by on my way back to Africa.

W ILLY (longingly): Can’t you stay a few days? You’re just what I need, Ben, because I — I have a fine position here, but I — well, Dad left when I was such a baby and I never had a chance to talk to him and I still feel — kind of temporary about myself. BEN : I’ll be late for my train. (They are at opposite ends of the stage .) W ILLY : Ben, my boys — can’t we talk? They’d go into the jaws of hell for me see, but I... BEN : William, you’re being first-rate with your boys. Out- standing, manly chaps! W ILLY (hanging on to his words) : Oh, Ben, that’s good to hear! Because sometimes I’m afraid that I’m not teaching them the right kind of — Ben, how should I teach them? BEN (giving great weight to each word, and with a certain vicious audacity) : William, when I walked into the jungle, I was seven- teen. When I walked out I was twenty-one. And, by God, I was rich! (He goes off into darkness around the right corner of the house.) W ILLY : ...was rich! That’s just the spirit I want to imbue them with! To walk into a jungle! I was right! I was right! I was right! (Ben is gone, but Willy is still speaking to him as Linda, in nightgown and robe, enters the ki tchen, glances around for Willy, then goes to the door of the hous e, looks out and sees him. Comes down to his left. He looks at her.) LINDA : Willy, dear? Willy? W ILLY : I was right! LINDA : Did you have some cheese? (He can’t answer.) It’s very late, darling. Come to bed, heh? W ILLY (looking straight up) : Gotta break your neck to see a star in this yard. LINDA : You coming in? W ILLY : Whatever happened to that diamond watch fob? Remem- ber? When Ben came from Africa that time? Didn’t he give me a watch fob with a diamond in it? LINDA : You pawned it, dear. Twelve, thirteen years ago. For Biffs

radio correspondence course. W ILLY : Gee, that was a beautiful thing. I’ll take a walk. LINDA : But you’re in your slippers. W ILLY (starting to go around the house at the left): I was right! I was! (Half to Linda, as he goes, shaking his head.) What a man! There was a man worth talking to. I was right! LINDA (calling after Willy) : But in your s lippers, Willy! (Willy is almost gone when Biff, in his pajamas, comes down the stairs and enters the kitchen.) BIFF : What is he doing out there? LINDA : Sh! BIFF : God Almighty. Mom, how long has he been doing this? LINDA : Don’t, he’ll hear you. BIFF : What the hell is the matter with him? LINDA : It’ll pass by morning. BIFF : Shouldn’t we do anything? LINDA : Oh, my dear, you should do a lot of things, but there’s nothing to do, so go to sleep. (Happy comes down the stair and sits on the steps.) H APPY : I never heard him so loud, Mom. LINDA : Well, come around more often; you’ll hear him. (She sits dow n at the table and mends the lining of Willy’s jacket.) BIFF : Why didn’t you ever write me about this, Mom? LINDA : How would I write to you? For over three months you had no address. BIFF : I was on the move. But you know I thought of you all the time. You know that, don’t you, pal? LINDA : I know, dear, I know. But he likes to have a letter. Just to know that there’s still a possibility for better things. BIFF : He’s not like this all the time, is he? LINDA : It’s when you come home he’s always the worst. BIFF : When I come home? LINDA : When you write you’re coming, he’s all smiles, and talks about the future, and — he’s ju st wonderful. And then the

closer you seem to come, the more shaky he gets, and then, by the time you get here, he’s arguing, and he seems angry at you. I think it’s just that maybe he can’t bring himself to — to open up to you. Why are you so hateful to each other? Why is that? BIFF (evasively) : I’m not hateful, Mom. LINDA : But you no sooner come in the door than you’re fighting! BIFF : I don’t know why. I mean to change. I’m tryin’, Mom, you understand? LINDA : Are you home to stay now? BIFF : I don’t know. I want to look around, see what’s doin’. LINDA : Biff, you can’t look around all your life, can you? BIFF : I just can’t take hold, Mom. I can’t take hold of some kind of a life. LINDA : Biff, a man is not a bird, to come and go with the spring- time. BIFF : Your hair... (He touches her hair.) Your hair got so gray. LINDA : Oh, it’s been gray since you were in high school. I just stopped dyeing it, that’s all. BIFF : Dye it again, will ya? I don’t want my pal looking old. (He smiles.) LINDA : You’re such a boy! You think you can go away for a year and... You’ve got to get it into your head now that one day you’ll knock on this door and there’ll be strange people here... BIFF : What are you talking about? Yo u’re not even sixty, Mom. LINDA : But what about your father? BIFF (lamely): Well, I meant him too. H APPY : He admires Pop. LINDA : Biff, dear, if you don’t have any feeling for him, then you can’t have any feeling for me. BIFF : Sure I can, Mom. LINDA : No. You can’t just come to see me, because I love him. (With a threat, but only a threat, of tears.) He’s the dearest man in the world to me, and I won’t have anyone making him feel unwanted and low and blue. You’ve got to make up your mind now, darling, there’s no leeway any more. Either he’s your fa- ther and you pay him that respect, or else you’re not to come

here. I know he’s not easy to get along with — nobody knows that better than me — but... W ILLY (from the left, with a laugh): Hey, hey, Biffo! BIFF (starting to go out after Willy) : What the hell is the matter with him? (Happy stops him.) LINDA : Don’t — don’t go near him! BIFF : Stop making excuses for him! He always, always wiped the floor with you. Never had an ounce of respect for you. H APPY : He’s always had respect for... BIFF : What the hell do you know about it? H APPY (surlily): Just don’t call him crazy! BIFF : He’s got no character — Charley wouldn’t do this. Not in his own house — spewing out that vomit from his mind. H APPY : Charley never had to cope with what he’s got to. BIFF : People are worse off than Willy Loman. Believe me, I’ve seen them! LINDA : Then make Charley your father, Biff. You can’t do that, can you? I don’t say he’s a grea t man. Willy Loman never made a lot of money. His name was never in the paper. He’s not the finest character that ever lived. But he’s a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid. He’s not to be allowed to fall into his grave like an old dog. At- tention, attention must be finally paid to such a person. You called him crazy... BIFF : I didn’t mean... LINDA : No, a lot of people think he’s lost his — balance. But you don’t have to be very smart to know what his trouble is. The man is exhausted. H APPY : Sure! LINDA : A small man can be just as ex hausted as a great man. He works for a company thirty-six ye ars this March, opens up un- heard-of territories to their trademark, and now in his old age they take his salary away. H APPY (indignantly) : I didn’t know that, Mom. LINDA : You never asked, my dear! No w that you get your spend- ing money someplace else you don’t trouble your mind with him.

H APPY : But I gave you money last... LINDA : Christmas time, fifty dollars! To fix the hot water it cost ninety-seven fifty! For five weeks he’s been on straight com- mission, like a beginner, an unknown! BIFF : Those ungrateful bastards! LINDA : Are they any worse than his sons? When he brought them business, when he was young, they were glad to see him. But now his old friends, the old buyers that loved him so and al- ways found some order to hand him in a pinch — they’re all dead, retired. He used to be able to make six, seven calls a day in Boston. Now he takes his valises out of the car and puts them back and takes them out again and he’s exhausted. In- stead of walking he talks now. He drives seven hundred miles, and when he gets there no one knows him any more, no one welcomes him. And what goes through a man’s mind, driving seven hundred miles home without having earned a cent? Why shouldn’t he talk to himself? Why? When he has to go to Char- ley and borrow fifty dollars a week and pretend to me that it’s his pay? How long can that go on? How long? You see what I’m sitting here and waiting for? And you tell me he has no charac- ter? The man who never worked a day but for your benefit? When does he get the medal for that? Is this his reward — to turn around at the age of sixty-three and find his sons, who he loved better than his life, one a philandering bum... H APPY : Mom! LINDA : That’s all you are, my baby! (To Biff.) And you! What happened to the love you had for him? You were such pals! How you used to talk to him on the phone every night! How lonely he was till he could come home to you! BIFF : All right, Mom. I’ll live here in my room, and I’ll get a job. I’ll keep away from him, that’s all. LINDA : No, Biff. You can’t stay here and fight all the time. BIFF : He threw me out of this house, remember that. LINDA : Why did he do that? I never knew why. BIFF : Because I know he’s a fake and he doesn’t like anybody around who knows! LINDA : Why a fake? In what way? What do you mean? BIFF : Just don’t lay it all at my feet. It’s between me and him —

that’s all I have to say. I’ll chip in from now on. He’ll settle for half my pay check. He’ll be all right. I’m going to bed. (He starts for the stairs.) LINDA : He won’t be all right. BIFF (turning on the stairs, furiously): I hate this city and I’ll stay here. Now what do you want? LINDA : He’s dying, Biff. (Happy turns quickly to her, shocked.) BIFF (after a pause) : Why is he dying? LINDA : He’s been trying to kill himself. BIFF (with great horror): How? LINDA : I live from day to day. BIFF : What’re you talking about? LINDA : Remember I wrote you that he smashed up the car again? In February? BIFF : Well? LINDA : The insurance inspector came. He said that they have evidence. That all these accidents in the last year — weren’t — weren’t — accidents. H APPY : How can they tell that? That’s a lie. LINDA : It seems there’s a woman... (She takes a breath as:) BIFF (sharply but contained): What woman? LINDA (simultaneously) :... and this woman... LINDA : What? BIFF : Nothing. Go ahead. LINDA : What did you say? BIFF : Nothing, I just said what woman? H APPY : What about her? LINDA : Well, it seems she was walking down the road and saw his car. She says that he wasn’t dr iving fast at all, and that he didn’t skid. She says he came to that little bridge, and then de- liberately smashed into the railin g, and it was only the shal- lowness of the water that saved him. BIFF : Oh, no, he probably ju st fell asleep again. LINDA : I don’t think he fell asleep.

BIFF : Why not? LINDA : Last month... (With great difficulty.) Oh, boys, it’s so hard to say a thing like this! He’s just a big stupid man to you, but I tell you there’s more good in him than in many other people. (She chokes, wipes her eyes.) I was looking for a fuse. The lights blew out, and I went down the cellar. And behind the fuse box — it happened to fall out — was a length of rubber pipe — just short. H APPY : No kidding! LINDA : There’s a little attachment on the end of it. I knew right away. And sure enough, on the bottom of the water heater there’s a new little nipple on the gas pipe. H APPY (angrily) : That — jerk. BIFF : Did you have it taken off? LINDA : I’m — I’m ashamed to. How can I mention it to him? Every day I go down and take away that little rubber pipe. But, when he comes home, I put it back where it was. How can I in- sult him that way? I don’t know what to do. I live from day to day, boys. I tell you, I know every thought in his mind. It sounds so old-fashioned and silly, but I tell you he put his whole life into you and you’ve turned your backs on him. (She is bent over in the chair , weeping, her face in her hands.) Biff, I swear to God! Biff, his life is in your hands! H APPY (to Biff) : How do you like that damned fool! BIFF (kissing her) : All right, pal, all right. It’s all settled now. I’ve been remiss. I know that, Mom. But now I’ll stay, and I swear to you, I’ll apply myself. (Kneeling in front of her, in a fever of self-reproach.) It’s just — you see, Mom, I don’t fit in business. Not that I won’t try. I’ll try, and I’ll make good. H APPY : Sure you will. The trouble with you in business was you never tried to please people. BIFF : I know, I... H APPY : Like when you worked for Harrison’s. Bob Harrison said you were tops, and then you go and do some damn fool thing like whistling whole songs in the elevator like a comedian. BIFF (against Happy) : So what? I like to whistle sometimes. H APPY : You don’t raise a guy to a responsible job who whistles in

the elevator! LINDA : Well, don’t argue about it now. H APPY : Like when you’d go off and swim in the middle of the day instead of taking the line around. BIFF (his resentment rising) : Well, don’t you run off? You take off sometimes, don’t you? On a nice summer day? H APPY : Yeah, but I cover myself! LINDA : Boys! H APPY : If I’m going to take a fade the boss can call any number where I’m supposed to be and they’ll swear to him that I just left. I’ll tell you something that I hate so say, Biff, but in the business world some of them think you’re crazy. BIFF (angered) : Screw the business world! H APPY : All right, screw it! Great, but cover yourself! LINDA : Hap, Hap. BIFF : I don’t care what they think! They’ve laughed at Dad for years, and you know why? Because we don’t belong in this nuthouse of a city! We should be mixing cement on some open plain or — or carpenters. A carpenter is allowed to whistle! (Willy walks in from the entrance of the house, at left.) W ILLY : Even your grandfather was better than a carpenter. (Pause. They watch him.) You never grew up. Bernard does not whistle in the elevator, I assure you. BIFF (as though to laugh Willy out of it) : Yeah, but you do, Pop. W ILLY : I never in my life whistled in an elevator! And who in the business world thinks I’m crazy? BIFF : I didn’t mean it like that, Pop. Now don’t make a whole thing out of it, will ya? W ILLY : Go back to the West! Be a carpenter, a cowboy, enjoy yourself! LINDA : Willy, he was just saying... W ILLY : I heard what he said! H APPY (trying to quiet Willy) : Hey, Pop, come on now... W ILLY (continuing over Happy’s line) : They laugh at me, heh? Go to Filene’s, go to the Hub, go to Slattery’s, Boston . Call out the name Willy Loman and see what happens! Big shot!

BIFF : All right, Pop. W ILLY : Big! BIFF : All right! W ILLY : Why do you always insult me? BIFF : I didn’t say a word . (To Linda.) Did I say a word? LINDA : He didn’t say anything, Willy . W ILLY (going to the doorway of the living room) : All right, good night, good night. LINDA : Willy, dear, he just decided... W ILLY (to Biff) : If you get tired hanging around tomorrow, paint the ceiling I put up in the living room. BIFF : I’m leaving early tomorrow. H APPY : He’s going to see Bill Oliver, Pop. W ILLY (interestedly) : Oliver? For what? BIFF (with reserve, but trying, trying) : He always said he’d stake me. I’d like to go into business, so maybe I can take him up on it. LINDA : Isn’t that wonderful? W ILLY : Don’t interrupt. What’s wonderful about it? There’s fifty men in the City of New York who’d stake him. (To Biff.) Sport- ing goods? BIFF : I guess so . I know something about it and... W ILLY : He knows something about it! You know sporting goods better than Spalding, for God’s sake! How much is he giving you? BIFF : I don’t know, I didn’t even see him yet, but... W ILLY : Then what’re you talkin’ about? BIFF (getting angry) : Well, all I said was I’m gonna see him, that’s all! W ILLY (turning away) : Ah, you’re counting your chickens again. BIFF (starting left for the stairs.) : Oh, Jesus, I’m going to sleep! W ILLY (calling after him) : Don’t curse in this house! BIFF (turning) : Since when did you get so clean? H APPY (trying to stop them) : Wait a... W ILLY : Don’t use that language to me! I won’t have it!

H APPY (grabbing Biff, shouts): Wait a minute! I got an idea. I got a feasible idea. Come here, Biff, let’s talk this over now, let’s talk some sense here. When I was down in Florida last time, I thought of a great idea to sell sporting goods. It just came back to me. You and I, Biff — we have a line, the Loman Line. We train a couple of weeks, and put on a couple of exhibitions, see? W ILLY : That’s an idea! H APPY : Wait! We form two basketball teams, see? Two water- polo teams. We play each other. It’s a million dollars’ worth of publicity. Two brothers, see? Th e Loman Brothers. Displays in the Royal Palms — all the hotels. And banners over the ring and the basketball court: »Loman Brothers«. Baby, we could sell sporting goods! W ILLY : That is a one-million-dollar idea! LINDA : Marvelous! BIFF : I’m in great shape as far as that’s concerned. H APPY : And the beauty of it is, Biff, it wouldn’t be like a busi- ness. We’d be out playin’ ball again... BIFF (enthused) : Yeah, that’s... W ILLY : Million-dollar... H APPY : And you wouldn’t get fed up with it, Biff. It’d be the fam- ily again. There’d be the old honor, and comradeship, and if you wanted to go off for a swim or somethin’ — well, you’d do it! Without some smart cooky gettin’ up ahead of you! W ILLY : Lick the world! You guys together could absolutely lick the civilized world. BIFF : I’ll see Oliver tomorrow. Hap, if we could work that out... LINDA : Maybe things are beginning to... W ILLY (wildly enthused, to Linda): Stop interrupting! (To Biff.) But don’t wear sport jacket and slacks when you see Oliver. BIFF : No, I’ll... W ILLY : A business suit, and talk as little as possible, and don’t crack any jokes. BIFF : He did like me. Always liked me. LINDA : He loved you! W ILLY (to Linda) : Will you stop! (To Biff.) Walk in very serious.

You are not applying for a boy’s job. Money is to pass. Be quiet, fine, and serious. Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money. H APPY : I’ll try to get some myself, Biff. I’m sure I can. W ILLY : I see great things for you kids, I think your troubles are over. But remember, start big and you’ll end big. Ask for fif- teen. How much you gonna ask for? BIFF : Gee, I don’t know... W ILLY : And don’t say »Gee«. »Gee« is a boy’s word. A man walk- ing in for fifteen thousand dollars does not say »Gee!« BIFF : Ten, I think, would be top though. W ILLY : Don’t be so modest. You always started too low. Walk in with a big laugh. Don’t look worri ed. Start off with a couple of your good stones to lighten things up. It’s not what you say, it’s how you say it — because pers onality always wins the day. LINDA : Oliver always thought the highest of him... W ILLY : Will you let me talk? BIFF : Don’t yell at her, Pop, will ya? W ILLY (angrily): I was talking, wasn’t I? BIFF : I don’t like you yelling at her all the time, and I’m tellin’ you, that’s all. W ILLY : What’re you, takin’ over this house? LINDA : Willy... W ILLY (turning to her) : Don’t take his side all the time, goddam- mit! BIFF (furiously) : Stop yelling at her! W ILLY (suddenly pulling on his cheek, beaten down, guilt ridden): Give my best to Bill Oliver — he may remember me. (He exits through the living room doorway.) LINDA (her voice subdued) : What’d you have to start that for? (Biff turns away.) You see how sweet he was as soon as you talked hopefully? (She goes over to Biff.) Come up and say good night to him. Don’t let him go to bed that way. H APPY : Come on, Biff, let’s buck him up. LINDA : Please, dear. Just say good night. It takes so little to make him happy. Come. (She goes through the living room

doorway, calling upstairs from within the living room.) Your pajamas are hanging in the bathroom, Willy! H APPY (looking toward where Linda went out) : What a woman! They broke the mold when they made her. You know that, Biff? BIFF : He’s off salary. My God, working on commission! H APPY : Well, let’s face it: he’s no hot-shot selling man. Except that sometimes, you have to ad mit, he’s a sweet personality. BIFF (deciding): Lend me ten bucks, will ya? I want to buy some new ties. H APPY : I’ll take you to a place I know. Beautiful stuff. Wear one of my striped shirts tomorrow. BIFF : She got gray. Mom got awful old. Gee, I’m gonna go in to Oliver tomorrow and knock him for a... H APPY : Come on up. Tell that to Dad. Let’s give him a whirl. Come on. BIFF (steamed up) : You know, with ten thousand bucks, boy! H APPY (as they go into the living room): That’s the talk, Biff, that’s the first time I’ve heard the old confidence out of you! (From within the living room, fading off.) You’re gonna live with me, kid, and any babe you want just say the word... (The last lines are hardly heard. Th ey are mounting the stairs to their parents’ bedroom.) LINDA (entering her bedroom and add ressing Willy, who is in the bathroom. She is straightening the bed for him) : Can you do anything about the shower? It drips. W ILLY (from the bathroom) : All of a sudden everything falls to pieces. Goddam plumbing, oughta be sued, those people . I hardly finished putting it in and the thing. .. (His words rumble off.) LINDA : I’m just wondering if Oliver will remember him. You think he might? W ILLY (coming out of the bathroom in his pajamas) : Remember him? What’s the matter with you, you crazy? If he’d’ve stayed with Oliver he’d be on top by now! Wait’ll Oliver gets a look at him. You don’t know the average caliber any more. The aver- age young man today — (he is getting into bed) — is got a cali- ber of zero. Greatest thing in the world for him was to bum

around. (Biff and Happy enter the be droom. Slight pause.) W ILLY (stops short, looking at Biff): Glad to hear it, boy. H APPY : He wanted to say good night to you, sport. W ILLY (to Biff) : Yeah. Knock him dead, boy. What’d you want to tell me? BIFF : Just take it easy, Pop. Good night. (He turns to go.) W ILLY (unable to resist): And if anything falls off the desk while you’re talking to him — like a package or something — don’t you pick it up. They have office boys for that. LINDA : I’ll make a big breakfast... W ILLY : Will you let me finish? (To Biff.) Tell him you were in the business in the West. Not farm work. BIFF : All right, Dad. LINDA : I think everything... W ILLY (going right through her speech) : And don’t undersell yourself. No less than fifteen thousand dollars. BIFF (unable to bear him) : Okay. Good night, Mom. (He starts moving.) W ILLY : Because you got a greatness in you, Biff, remember that. You got all kinds a greatness... (He lies back, exhausted. Biff walks out.) LINDA (calling after Biff) : Sleep well, darling! H APPY : I’m gonna get married, Mom. I wanted to tell you. LINDA : Go to sleep, dear. H APPY (going) : I just wanted to tell you. W ILLY : Keep up the good work. (Happy exits.) God... remember that Ebbets Field game? The championship of the city? LINDA : Just rest. Should I sing to you? W ILLY : Yeah. Sing to me. (Linda hums a soft lullaby.) When that team came out — he was the tallest, remember? LINDA : Oh, yes. And in gold. (Biff enters the darkened kitchen, takes a cigarette, and leaves the house. He comes downstage into a golden pool of light. He smokes, staring at the night.)

W ILLY : Like a young god. Hercules — something like that. And the sun, the sun all around hi m. Remember how he waved to me? Right up from the field, with the representatives of three colleges standing by? And the buyers I brought, and the cheers when he came out — Loman, Loman, Loman! God Almighty, he’ll be great yet. A star like that, magnificent, can never really fade away! (The light on Willy is fading. The gas heater begins to glow through the kitchen wall, near the stairs, a blue flame beneath red coils.) LINDA (timidly) : Willy dear, what has he got against you? W ILLY : I’m so tired. Don’t talk any more. (Biff slowly returns to the kitchen. He stops, stares toward the heater.) LINDA : Will you ask Howard to let you work in New York? W ILLY : First thing in the morning. Everything’ll be all right. (Biff reaches behind the heater and draws out a length of rubber tubing. He is horrified and turns his head toward Willy’s room, still dimly lit, from which the strains of Linda’s desperate but mo- notonous humming rise.) W ILLY (staring through the window into the moonlight) : Gee, look at the moon moving between the buildings! (Biff wraps the tubing around his hand and quickly goes up the stairs.)

ACT T WO Music is heard, gay and bright. The curtain rises as the music fades away. Willy, in shirt sleeves, is sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, his hat in his lap. Linda is filling his cup when she can. W ILLY : Wonderful coffee . Meal in itself. LINDA : Can I make you some eggs? W ILLY : No. Take a breath. LINDA : You look so rested, dear. W ILLY : I slept like a dead one. First time in months. Imagine, sleeping till ten on a Tuesday morning. Boys left nice and early, heh? LINDA : They were out of here by eight o’clock. W ILLY : Good work! LINDA : It was so thrilling to see them leaving together. I can’t get over the shaving lotion in this house! W ILLY (smiling) : Mmm... LINDA : Biff was very changed this morning. His whole attitude seemed to be hopeful. He couldn’t wait to get downtown to see Oliver. W ILLY : He’s heading for a change. There’s no question, there simply are certain men that take longer to get — solidified. How did he dress? LINDA : His blue suit. He’s so handsome in that suit. He could be a — anything in that suit! (Willy gets up from th e table. Linda holds his jacket for him.) W ILLY : There’s no question, no question at all. Gee, on the way home tonight I’d like to buy some seeds. LINDA (laughing) : That’d be wonderful. But not enough sun gets back there. Nothing’ll grow any more. W ILLY : You wait, kid, before it’s all over we’re gonna get a little place out in the country, and I’ll raise some vegetables, a cou- ple of chickens... LINDA : You’ll do it yet, dear.

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