THE THIRD ACT
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Amy
Tony. . . . Tony. . . . [She kneels down by him. Tony’s roars subside into moans.] I had to tell him! Oh,my God! I just had to tell him!
Joe
He didn’t hurt himself much.
[Tony’s moans break into sobs.]
Amy
This is awful.
Joe
Get your things. Let’s pull out of here. We can send the Padre up to look after him.
Amy
I’m only taking my little grip, Tony. I’m leaving the earrings on the dresser.
[She goes quickly into the bedroom. Tony’s sobs keep up wretchedly and terribly.]
Joe
Tony, I . . .
[Again Tony springs madly at Joe’s throat. Joe wrenches away and runs quickly to the table where he gets a glass of wine which he brings back to