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The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams
Act I
Tom enters dressed as a merchant sailor, and strolls across to the fire escape. There he stops and lights
a cigarette. He addresses the audience. (p.4)
Amandaís voice becomes audible through the portieres.
Tom divides the portieres and enters the dining room. Amanda and Laura are seated at a drop-leaf table.
Eating is indicated by gestures without using food or utensils. Amanda faces the audience. Tom and
Laura are seated in profile. The interior has lit up softly and through the scrim we see Amanda and Laura
seated at the table
Amanda [Calling]: Tom?
Tom: Yes, Mother.
Amanda: We canít say grace until you come to the table!
Tom: Coming, Mother. [He bows slightly and withdraws, reappearing a few moments later in his place at
the table.] (p.6)
New Directions Publishing Corporation; (June 1, 1999) New York
The Miracle Worker by William Gibson
Act II, (p. 59)
James stalks out, much offended, and Kate turning stares across the yard at the house; the lights
narrowing down to the following pantomime in the family room leave her motionless in the dark.
Annie meanwhile has begun by slapping both keys down on the shelf out of Helenís reach; she returns to
the table, upstage. Helenís kicking has subsided, and when from the floor her hand finds Annieís chair
empty she pauses. Annie clears the table of Kateís, Jamesís, and Kellerís plates; she gets back to her
own across the table just in time to slide it deftly away from Helenís pouncing hand. She lifts the hand and
moves it to Helenís plate, and after an instantís exploration, Helen sits again on the floor and drums her
heels. Annie comes around the table and resumes her chair. When Helen feels her skirt again, she
ceases kicking, waits for whatever is to come, renews some kicking, and waits again. Annie retrieving her
plate takes up a forkful of food, stops it halfway to her mouth, gazes at it devoid of appetite, and half-
lowers it; but after a look at Helen she sighs, dips the forkful toward Helen in a for-your-sake toast, and put
it in her won mouth to chew, not without an effort.
Bantam Books, New York, 1986