[D-IV-4]

[Deemer]

(Polina and Masha enter with food. Everyone begins supper.)

DORN: Polina, you are a master in the kitchen.

ILYA: Don't flatter her, she gets spoiled.

POLINA: Thank you, doctor.

MASHA: Doctor! We certainly are getting formal.

ILYA: He worked hard for the title, people should use it.

SORIN: Hogwash.

(Dorn laughs.)

DORN: I bow to the wisdom of old age.

IRINA: How many former patients still call you doctor?

DORN: All of them.

ILYA: As they should.

DORN: To be honest, it's never mattered to me one way or another.

SORIN: I don't hear anyone calling me Mister.

IRINA: Mr. Sorin, you aren't eating.

SORIN: I had my mind set on herring.

POLINA: The next time I'm in town, I'll be sure to get some.

MASHA: Excuse me.

(She leaves.)

[follow her]

SORIN: She's off to take a nip.

DORN: Which doesn't sound like a bad idea.

(He follows her. Follow him.)

SORIN: I feel like taking a nip myself.

IRINA: But you're staying here. You need to eat.

SORIN: I'm not hungry. I'm bored.

TRIGORIN: Why don't we go fishing later? I'm still a novice. I could use some help.

SORIN: Ilya will help you.

ILYA: I'll be busy all afternoon.

TRIGORIN: You can show me the best fishing holes.

SORIN: I can't remember the last time I went fishing.

IRINA: Going to the lake with Boris will be good for you.

SORIN: Everyone's too goddamn interested in my health and happiness.

POLINA: Has everyone had enough?

SORIN: More than enough. I'm not hungry.

IRINA: I wish Kostya would eat. I'll take him something.

(Dorn and Masha return.)

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