BEN: Let me think about it. [He glances at his watch.] I still have a little time. Remarkable proposition, but you’ve got to be sure you’re not making a fool of yourself. WILLY: If I had forty dollars a week—that’s all I’d need. Forty dollars, Howard. HOWARD: Kid, I can’t take blood from a stone, I— BIFF: Don’t take it that way! Goddammit! WILLY:[StrikesBIFFandfaltersawayfromthetable.]Yourottenlittlelouse!Areyou WILLY: He certainly will listen to me. You need those points for the U. of Virginia. BIFF: I’m not going there.

WILLY: [Leaping away with fright, shouting.] Ha! Howard! Howard! Howard! HOWARD: [Rushing in.] What happened?

HAPPY: Don’t try, honey, try hard. [The GIRL exits. STANLEY follows, shaking his head in bewildered admiration.] Isn’t that a shame now? A beautiful girl like that? That’s why I can’t get married. There’s not a good woman in a thousand. New York is loaded with them, kid! LINDA: Willy? [There is no answer. LINDA waits. BIFF gets up off his bed. He is still in his clothes. HAPPY sits up. BIFF stands listening.] [With real fear.] Willy, answer me! Willy! [There is the sound of a car starting and moving away at full speed.] No! them that you’re tired. Y ou’ve got two great boys, haven’t you? WILLY: Oh, no question, no question, but in the meantime . . . HOWARD:Thenthat’sthat,heh? WILLY:Allright,I’llgotoBostontomorrow.

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WILLY: [With a big smile.] Yeah, Biff ’s in. Working on a very big deal, Bernard. BERNARD: What’s Biff doing? HAPPY: He’s gonna be terrific, Pop! WILLY:[Tryingtostand.]Thenyougotit,haven’tyou?Yougotit!Yougotit! BIFF: [Agonized, holds WILLY down.] No, no. Look, Pop. I’m supposed to have lunch WILLY: I can’t work for you, that’s all, don’t ask me why. CHARLEY:[Angered,takesoutmorebills.]Youbeenjealousofmeallyourlife, WILLY: Well, that’s a great thing. To weather a twenty-five year mortgage is — LINDA:It’sanaccomplishment.come out. I think there’s a law in Massachusetts about it, so don’t come out. It may be that new room clerk. He looked very mean. So don’t come out. It’s a mistake, there’s no fire. what I mean? [Sotto voce.] Like this bartender here. The boss is goin’ crazy what kinda leak he’s got in the cash register. You put it in but it don’t come out. American financier (1837–1890), widely criticized for his business dealings with the U.S. government.

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LINDA: But they have to. He’s gotta go to the university. Where is he? Biff! Biff! YOUNG BERNARD: No, he left. He went to Grand Central. BEN: Not like an appointment at all. A diamond is rough and hard to the touch. WILLY:Goonnow.I’llberightup.