R.U.R. (Rossum's Universal Robots): A Fantastic Melodrama in Three Acts and an EpilogueČapek, Karel
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R.U.R. (Rossum's Universal Robots): A Fantastic Melodrama in Three Acts and an Epilogue
Čapek, Karel
Czech drama -- Translations into English; Robots -- Drama; Science fiction plays
DOMIN. Robots! All our officials are Robots. And when you see the
factory-- (_Noon WHISTLE blows. She is scared; puts arm on DOMIN. He
laughs_) If we don’t blow the whistle the Robots won’t stop working. In
two hours I’ll show you the kneading trough. (_BOTH come down stage.
HELENA is L.C. and DOMIN is R.C., arm in arm._)
HELENA. Kneading trough?
DOMIN. The pestle for beating up the paste. In each one we mix the
ingredients for a thousand Robots at one operation. Then there are the
vats for the preparation of liver, brains, and so on. Then you will
see the bone factory. After that I’ll show you the spinning mill.
HELENA. Spinning mill?
DOMIN. Yes. For weaving nerves and veins. Miles and miles of digestive
tubes pass through it at a time.
HELENA. (_Watching his gestures_) Mayn’t we talk about something else?
DOMIN. Perhaps it would be better. There’s only a _handful_ of us among
a hundred thousand Robots, and _not one woman_. We talk nothing but the
factory _all_ day, and _every_ day. It’s just as if we were under a
curse, Miss Glory.
HELENA. I’m _sorry_ I said that you were lying. (_A KNOCK at door R._)
DOMIN. Come in. (_He is C._)
(_From R. enter DR. GALL, DR. FABRY, ALQUIST and DR. HALLEMEIER. ALL
act formal--conscious. ALL click heels as introduced._)
DR. GALL. (_Noisily_) I beg your pardon. I hope we don’t intrude.
DOMIN. No, no. Come in. Miss Glory, here are Gall, Fabry, Alquist,
Hallemeier. This is President Glory’s daughter. (_ALL move to her and
shake her hand._)
HELENA. How do you do?
FABRY. We had no idea--
DR. GALL. Highly honored, I’m sure--
ALQUIST. Welcome, Miss Glory.
BUSMAN. (_Rushes in from R._) Hello, what’s up?
DOMIN. Come in, Busman. This is President Glory’s daughter. This is
Busman, Miss Glory.
BUSMAN. By Jove, that’s fine. (_ALL click heels. He crowds in and
shakes her hand_) Miss Glory, may we send a cablegram to the papers
about your arrival?
HELENA. No, no, please don’t.
DOMIN. Sit down, please, Miss Glory.
(_On the line, “Sit down, please,” all SIX MEN try to find her a
chair at once. HELENA goes for the chair at the extreme L. DOMIN
takes the chair at front of desk, places it in the C. of stage.
HALLEMEIER gets chair at SULLA’S typewriter and places it to R. of
chair at C. BUSMAN gets armchair from extreme R., but by now HELENA
has sat in DOMIN’S preferred chair, at C. ALL sit except DOMIN.
BUSMAN at R. in armchair. HALLEMEIER R. of HELENA. FABRY in swivel
chair back of desk._)
BUSMAN. Allow me--
DR. GALL. Please--
FABRY. Excuse me--
ALQUIST. What sort of a crossing did you have?
DR. GALL. Are you going to stay long? (_MEN conscious of their
appearance. ALQUIST’S trousers turned up at bottom. He turns them down.
BUSMAN polishes shoes. OTHERS fix ties, collars, etc._)
FABRY. What do you think of the factory, Miss Glory?
HALLEMEIER. Did you come over on the _Amelia_?
DOMIN. Be quiet and let _Miss Glory_ speak. (_MEN sit erect. DOMIN
stands at HELENA’S L._)
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