[III-6]

[Chekhov]

(Treplev, his head bandaged, and Medvedenko enter.)

IRINA: He's feeling faint.

SORIN: I'm fine . . . it's gone already.

TREPLEV: It's not serious, mother. Uncle often has these spells. You must go and lie down.

SORIN: For a little while. And then I'm going to town . . .

(He starts out, and Medvedenko offers his arm.)

MED.: I've a riddle for you: what uses four legs in the morning, two at noon, three in the evening-- . . .

SORIN: --and at night is on it's back! I've heard it. Thank you, but I can manage by myself.

MED.: You don't have to pretend you're fine with me.

(And they leave.)

[follow them]

[stay here]