Andrew monologue (Act 3) — Beyond the Horizon

(_turning down the lamp_) And I’ve got to pack yet. (_He yawns with utter weariness_) I’m as tired as if I’d been plowing twenty-four hours at a stretch. (_Dully_) I feel--dead. (ROBERT _covers his face again with his hands_. ANDREW _shakes his head as if to get rid of his thoughts, and continues with a poor attempt at cheery briskness_) I’m going to douse the light. Come on. (_He slaps his brother on the back._ ROBERT _does not move_. ANDREW _bends over and blows out the lamp. His voice comes from the darkness_) Don’t sit there mourning, Rob. It’ll all come out in the wash. Come on and get some sleep. Everything’ll turn out all right in the end. (ROBERT _can be heard stumbling to his feet, and the dark figures of the two brothers can be seen groping their way toward the doorway in the rear as_