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Page 7
THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS
PART ONE
English Version by
GRAHAM RAWSON
First Performance in England by the Stage Society at the
Westminster Theatre, 2nd May 1937
CAST
THE STRANGER Francis James
THE LADY Wanda Rotha
THE BEGGAR Alexander Sarner
FIRST MOURNER George Cormack
SECOND MOURNER Kenneth Bell
THIRD MOURNER Peter Bennett
FOURTH MOURNER Bryan Sears
FIFTH MOURNER Michael Boyle
SIXTH MOURNER Stephen Patrick
THE LANDLORD Stephen Jack
THE DOCTOR Neil Porter
HIS SISTER Olga Martin
CAESAR Peter Land
A WAITER Peter Bennett
AN OLD MAN A. Corney Grain
A MOTHER Frances Waring
THE SMITH Norman Thomas
THE MILLER'S WIFE Julia Sandham
AN ABBESS Natalia Moya
A CONFESSOR Tristan Rawson
PRODUCER Carl H. Jaffe
ASSISTANT PRODUCER Ossia Trilling
SCENE I
STREET CORNER
[Street Corner with a seat under a tree; the side-door of a small
Gothic Church nearby; also a post office and a caf� with chairs
outside it. Both post office and caf� are shut. A funeral march is
heard off, growing louder sand then fainter. A STRANGER is standing
on the edge of the pavement and seems uncertain which way to go. A
church clock strikes: first the four quarters and then the hour. It
is three o'clock. A LADY enters and greets the STRANGER. She is
about to pass him, but stops.]
STRANGER. It's you! I almost knew you'd come.
LADY. You wanted me: I felt it. But why are you waiting here?
STRANGER. I don't know. I must wait somewhere.
LADY. Who are you waiting for?
STRANGER. I wish I could tell you! For forty years I've been
waiting for something: I believe they call it happiness; or the end
of unhappiness. (Pause.) There's that terrible music again. Listen!
But don't go, I beg you. I'll feel afraid, if you do.
LADY. We met yesterday for the first time; and talked for four
hours. You roused my sympathy, but you mustn't abuse my kindness on
that account.
STRANGER. I know that well enough. But I beg you not to leave me.
I'm a stranger here, without friends; and my few acquaintances seem
more like enemies.
LADY. You have enemies everywhere. You're lonely everywhere. Why
did you leave your wife and children?
STRANGER. I wish I knew. I wish I knew why I still live; why I'm
here now; where I should go and what I should do! Do you believe
that the living can be damned already?
LADY. No.
STRANGER. Look at me.
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