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214
THE SEA-GULL
ACT IV

Masha. Have you put down three? Eight. Eighty-one. Ten.

Shamraeff. Don’t go so fast.

Arkadina. Could you believe it? I am still dazed by the reception they gave me in Kharkoff.

Masha. Thirty-four.

[The notes of a melancholy waltz are heard.

Arkadina. The students gave me an ovation; they sent me three baskets of flowers, a wreath, and this thing here.

She unclasps a brooch from her breast and lays it on the table.

Shamraeff. There is something worth while!

Masha. Fifty.

Dorn. Fifty, did you say?

Arkadina. I wore a perfectly magnificent dress; I am no fool when it comes to clothes.

Paulina. Constantine is playing again; the poor boy is sad.

Shamraeff. He has been severely criticised in the papers.

Masha. Seventy-seven.

Arkadina. They want to attract attention to him.

Trigorin. He doesn’t seem able to make a success, he can’t somehow strike the right note. There is an odd vagueness about his writings that sometimes verges on delirium. He has never created a single living character.

Masha. Eleven.

Arkadina. Are you bored, Peter? [A pause] He is asleep.

Dorn. The Councillor is taking a nap.

Masha. Seven. Ninety.

Trigorin. Do you think I should write if I lived in such a place as this, on the shore of this lake? Never! I should overcome my passion, and give my life up to the catching of fish.

Masha. Twenty-eight.