In which Spike loosens up a little… but continues on his quest.
The following day. SPIKE stands in the room alone.
SPIKE (to himself, apparently): I’d have fewer issues if I could just sleep at night.
ROSENCRANTZ enters.
ROSENCRANTZ: Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, “Well. At least I’m not dead.”
ROSENCRANTZ dies… and FIN.
“In a minute, someone is going to bang on the lid and tell me to come out.”
I love that play.
“Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you, without any air. You’d wake up dead, for a start, and then where would you be? Apart from in a box.”