with his bare mask, on the table.
(All these movements, although they occur very slowly, are not ceremonial.)
The ward lets his arms drop from the table but leaves his head hanging between his knees at the previous level.
The warden, while keeping his face in the previous position, uses his body to push the chair as far away from the table as possible, while still keeping his face on the table, his body slipping from the chair.
The ward, if possible, clenches his knees together above his head or against it.
Both of them are completely quiet onstage, as if no one were watching.
We hear the music somewhat more distinctly.
Some time passes; it has already passed.
The objects are in their places, here and there.
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The warden stands up, without our noticing the in-between movements; he stands there, he represents standing, nothing else.
What will the ward do now?
Some time passes; we wait.
Now the ward sits up, without our particularly noticing the in-between movements.
What is the warden doing? He walks about the stage and represents walking.
The ward gets up; he stands there.
The warden runs; the ward begins to walk.
The warden leaps; the ward begins to â¦
The warden climbs up on a chair and is now standing on it; the ward does not leap but stops in his tracks and stands there.
The warden climbs on the table; the ward climbs on the chair.
The warden takes the other chair and puts it on the table and climbs on the chair on the table; the wardâhow could it be otherwise?âclimbs on the table.
The warden grabs on to a rope hanging down and hangs there; the ward climbs on the chair on the table.
The warden is hanging quietly, dangling a little, and the ward is quietly standing, high on the chair.
The warden lets himself drop. He lands with bent knees, then gradually straightens up to his full length.
The ward quickly climbs off the chair onto the table, from the table down onto the other chair, from this chair down onto the floor, and while doing so also takes the chair on the table down with him, putting it back in its old place and squatting down almost simultaneously.
All of this transpires so rapidly that if we wanted to count, we could hardly count further than one.
The warden slowly squats down.
The ward sits on the floor.
The warden slowly sits down also.
As soon as the warden sits down, the ward quickly lies down on the floor.
The warden slowly, ever so slowly, lies down on his back also, and makes himself comfortable.
As soon as the warden is lying on his back, the ward quickly rolls over and lies on his stomach.
The warden, emphasizing each of his movements with the sound it produces, also rolls over on his stomach, slowly.
As best he can, the ward now bends all his extremities together. We see him diminishing everywhere and becoming smaller. But he wasnât an inflated balloon before, was he? It appears that he was. The ward becomes smaller and smaller, and flatter, the stage becomes increasingly dark. The warden stays on his stomach as we last saw him, the stage is now dark, we hear the isolated chords.
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The stage becomes bright.
We see that the two figures are again seated at the table in their previous positions.
The warden gets up, goes to the bootjack, takes off his boots in a completely professional manner, without exaggerating,
as if no one were watching. He kicks each boot across the stage with one kick.
The ward gets up, goes where the boots are lying, and puts them next to each other beside the door.
One after the other, warden and ward go back to their places.
A brief pause.
The warden rolls his woolen socks from his feet and flings them, bunched up, across the stage, one here, the other there, without any evidence of nasty motives, just as if no one were watching.
The ward gets up, finds the socks, straightens them out, pulls them right side out, and places them as nicely as possible across the boots. Then he returns to the table and sits