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. |
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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. |
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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. |
| Helena |
To Domin. What am I to speak to them about? Men look at one another. |
| Domin |
Anything you like. |
| Helena |
Looks at Domin. May I speak quite frankly? |
| Domin |
Why, of course. |
| Helena |
To Others. Wavering, then in desperate resolution. Tell me, doesn’t it ever distress you the way you are treated? |
| Fabry |
By whom, may I ask? |
| Helena |
Why, everybody. |
| Alquist |
Treated? |
| Dr. Gall |
What makes you think— |
| Helena |
Don’t you feel that you might be living a better life? Pause. All confused. |
| Dr. Gall |
Smiling. Well, that depends on what you mean, Miss Glory. |
| Helena |
I mean that it’s perfectly outrageous. It’s terrible. Standing up. The whole of Europe is talking about the way you’re being treated. That’s why I came here, to see for myself, and it’s a thousand times worse than could have been imagined. How can you put up with it? |
| Alquist |
Put up with what? |
| Helena |
Good heavens, you are living creatures, just like us, like the whole of Europe, like the whole world. It’s disgraceful that you must live like this. |
| Busman |
Good gracious, Miss Glory! |
| Fabry |
Well, she’s not far wrong. We live here just like red Indians. |
| Helena |
Worse than red Indians. May I—oh, may I call you—brothers? Men look at each other. |
| Busman |
Why not? |
| Helena |
Looking at Domin. Brothers, I have not come here as the President’s daughter. I have come on behalf of the Humanity League. Brothers, the Humanity League now has over two hundred thousand members. Two hundred thousand people are on your side, and offer you their help. Tapping back of chair. |
| Busman |
Two hundred thousand people, Miss Glory; that’s a tidy lot. Not bad. |
| Fabry |
I’m always telling you there’s nothing like good old Europe. You see they’ve not forgotten us. They’re offering us help. |
| Dr. Gall |
What kind of help? A theatre, for instance? |
| Hallemeier |
An orchestra? |
| Helena |
More than that. |
| Alquist |
Just you? |
| Helena |
Glaring at Domin. Oh, never mind about me. I’ll stay as long as it is necessary. All express delight. |
| Busman |
By Jove, that’s good. |
| Alquist |
Rising L. Domin, I’m going to get the best room ready for Miss Glory. |
| Domin |
Just a minute. I’m afraid that Miss Glory is of the opinion she has been talking to Robots. |
| Helen |
Of course. Men laugh. |
| Domin |
I’m sorry. These gentlemen are human beings just like us. |
| Helena |
You’re not Robots? |
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Together. |
Busman
Hallemeier
Dr. Gall
Fabry |
Not Robots. |
| Robots indeed! |
| No, thanks. |
| Upon my honor, Miss Glory, we aren’t Robots. |
| Helena |
Then why did you tell me that all your officials are Robots? |
| Domin |
Yes, the officials, but not the managers. Allow me, Miss Glory—this is Consul Busman, General Business Manager; this is Doctor Fabry, General Technical Manager; Doctor Hallemeier, head of the Institute for the Psychological Training of Robots; Doctor Gall, head of the Psychological and Experimental Department; and Alquist, head of the Building Department, R.U.R. As they are introduced they rise and come C. to kiss her hand, except Gall and Alquist, whom Domin pushes away. General babble. |
| Alquist |
Just a builder. Please sit down. |
| Helena |
Excuse me, gentlemen. Have I done something dreadful? |
| Alquist |
Not at all, Miss Glory. |
| Busman |
Handing flowers. Allow me, Miss Glory. |
| Helena |
Thank you. |
| Fabry |
Handing candy. Please, Miss Glory. |
| Domin |
Will you have a cigarette, Miss Glory? |
| Helena |
No, thank you. |
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