MARIA
(Grabs Sporting Life by the throat
and picks up carving knife.)
Frien' wid you low-life, hell, no!
(Threatening him)
I hates yo' struttin' style,
Yes sir, and yo' god damn silly smile
an' yo' ten cent di'mons an' yo' fi'cent butts.
Oh, I hates yo' guts.
Somebody's got to carve you up to set these people free
An' de writin' on the wall says it's a goin' to be me.
Some night when you is full of gin an'don't know I's about,
I'm go–ľn' to take you by de tail an' turn you inside out.
Frien wid you, low-life! hell, no!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I's figgerin to break yo' bones
Yes sir, one by one.
An' then I's goin' to carve you up an' hang you in de sun.
I'll feed yo' meat to buzzards an' give'em belly aches.
An' take yo' bones to Kittiwah to pizen rattlesnakes,
Frien's wid you, low-life?
I fears I mus' decline!
I sooner cuts mah own throat 'fore I calls you a frien' of mine!
(Sporting Life runs off. Lawyer Frazier enters.
Maria sees him and follows after him)

MARIA
Mornin', Lawyer, lookin' for somebody?

FRAZIER
Porgy live here, don't he?

MARIA
He sho' do, right over there's his room.
Here, Porgy, here's Lawyer Frazier to see you.

FRAZIER
Mornin', Porgy.

PORGY
Mornin', Lawyer.

FRAZIER
Ain't that Crown's Bess in yo' room?

PORGY
No, sir, she ain't, she's Porgy's Bess..

FRAZIER
Ah ha, ah ha, Porgy's Bess, eh? Den I guess she'll be
wantin' divorce.

PORGY
Huh?

FRAZIER
Ef de woman livin' wid you now, she got to have divorce
from Crown or else it ain't legal.

(Takes doccument and shows it to Porgy)

PORGY
How much dat t'ing cost?

FRAZIER
One dollar. Dat is, if there ain' no complication.

PORGY
Bess, you likes to have divorce?

BESS
What you think, Porgy?

PORGY
I'm agoin' to buy you a divorce.

(Hands Frazier money)
FRAZIER
Wait a minute, it ain't legal yet.
Yo' name?

ALL
Bess!

FRAZIER
Yo' age?

BESS
Twenty year.

ALL
Lord, Lord, listen what she say.
Dat girl's thirty if she's a day!

FRAZIER
You desire to be divorce from dat man Crown?

ALL
Sho' she do, sho' she do,
Yes suh, yes suh, sho' she do!

FRAZIER
I'm askin' you.

BESS
Yes, boss, dat's true.

FRAZIER
Address the court a "Yo' honor."

ALL
Yes, yo' honor. Yes, yo' honor.
Yes, yo' honor. Yes, yo' honor.

FRAZIER
When was you an' Crown marry?

BESS
I don't rightly remember, yo' honor.

FRAZIER
One yeah, five yeah, ten yeah, what?

LILY
Dat gal ain' never marry!

FRAZIER
Ah, dat's a complication!

ALL
Dat's a complication. Dat's a complication, Lord, Lord --

ONE MAN
Dat is a complication.

PORGY
You can't sell her divorce, gimme back my dollah!

(Everybody laughs)

FRAZIER
'Course I sells divorce. You got no right to laugh, but it
take expert to divorce woman what ain't marry, an' it cos'
you, ahem, a dollar an' a half.

BESS
Don't pay him, Porgy. Don't let him take you in.

FRAZIER
All right, go on livin' in sin.

(Porgy counts out money and gives it to Frazier,
who signs and seals paper and hands it to Bess)
Good day to you, Missis Porgy. Only dollar an' a half to
change from woman to lady.

ALL
Woman to lady, woman to lady, Lord, Lord, woman to lady!

SCIPIO
Dey's a Buckra comin'.

ANNIE
What he say?

SERENA
W'ite gen'man.

ARCHDALE
(Entering the courtyard)
Boy. Come here, boy!
I'm looking for a man by the name of Porgy.
Which is his room?
Come, don't you know Porgy?

SCIPIO
No, suh.

ARCHDALE
(goes to Clara)
I'm looking for a man named Porgy;
Can you direct me to his room?

CLARA
Anybody here know a man name Porgy?

ARCHDALE
Come. I'm a friend of his, Mister Archdale
I have good news for him.

SERENA
Go long and wake Porgy. Can't you tell
folks when you see em?

CLARA
Oh you mean Porgy!

I ain' understan' what name you say.

MINGO
Oh, de gen'man mean Porgy.

JAKE
Dat's him, boss, dat's ole Porgy. Glad to serve you boss.

CLARA
Wake up Porgy, a gen'man come to see you.
 
 

PORGY
How you does, boss?

ARCHDALE
Good morning. I've come to tell you about your friend,
Peter, who got locked up on account of the Robbins murder

PORGY
How you come to care, boss?

ARCHDALE
His folks used to belong to my fam'ly
and I just heard he was in trouble.

PORGY
He sho' got plenty of trouble.

ARCHDALE
Well, you can tell all of Peter's friends
I'll go his bond. He'll soon be back home again.

PORGY
Thank you, boss. Gawd bless you, boss, bless you, bless you!

FRAZIER
Good mornin' Mister Archdale.

ARCHDALE
Good morning Frazier, hope you're not selling any more
divorces.

PORGY
He jus' made a lady out of Bess for a dollar an' a half.

ARCHDALE
(reading)
I, Simon Frazier, hereby divorce Bess an Crown, for the
charge of one dollar an' fifty cents cash, signed Simon
Frazier.... Look here, Frazier, this divorce mill must close
or I'll have to put you in jail. I won't report you this time.
Good morning.
 

FRAZIER
Gawd bless you, boss. Gawd bless you.

PORGY
Good mornin', Mister Archdale.
 
 

(At this point o great bird flies low, frightening evervbody)

PORGY
Look out, dat's a buzzard!

CHORUS
Drive um off, don't let um light, chase away dat buzzard'

ARCHDALE
What is it, what's the matter?
 

PORGY
Boss, dat bird mean trouble.
Once de buzzard fold his wing an' light over yo' house,
all yo' happiness done dead.
Buzzard keep on flyin' over, take along yo' shadow.
Ain' nobody dead dis mornin'
Livin's jus' begun.
Two is strong where one is feeble;
man an' woman livin', workin',
Sharin' grief an' sharin' laughter,
An' love like Augus' sun.
Trouble, is dat you over yonder
lookin' lean an' hungry?
Don' you let dat buzzard keep you
hangin' round my do'.
Ain' you heard de news this mornin'?
Step out, brudder, hit de gravel;
Porgy who you used to feed on,
Don' live here no mo'
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Buzzard, on yo' way!
Ole age, what is you anyhow,
nuttin' but bein' lonely.
Pack yo' things an' fly from here,
Carry grief an' pain.
Dere's two folks livin' in dis shelter
Eatin', sleepin', singin', prayin'.
Ain' no such thing as loneliness.
An' Porgy's young again.

PORGY AND CHORUS
Buzzard, keep on flyin',
Porgy's young again.

(All move off to their various rooms, leaving Bess alone.
Sporting Life enters, sneaks up to Bess)

SPORTING LIFE
'Lo, Bess, goin' to picnic?

BESS
No, guess I'll stay home.

SPORTING LIFE
Picnics is all right for these small town suckers, but we is use
to the high life, you know. You an' me, we understands each
other. I can't see for the life of me what you is hangin' roun'
this place for; why, with your looks, Bess, an' your way with
the boys, there's big money for you, an' me in New York.

BESS
I can't remember ever meetin' a nothin' what I likes less than
I does you.

SPORTING LIFE
Oh, come on, now, how about a little touch of happy dus'
for old time sake?

BESS
I's through with that stuff!

SPORTING LIFE
Come on, give me yo' han'.

(Porgy opens door and listens unobserved)

BESS
I tells you, I's through!

SPORTING LIFE
Just a pinch, not enough to hurt a flea.

BESS
No, no, I done give up dope.

SPORTING LIFE
Tell that to somebody else, nobody ever gave up happy dus'.

(Porgy reaches out and seizes Sporting Life's wrist)

Leggo, you dam' cripple! Gawd, what a grip for
a piece of a man!

PORGY
Sportin' Life, you keep away from my woman, or I'll break
yo' damn neck!

SPORTING LIFE
I'd like to see a lousy cripple, like you, break my neck.
 

PORGY
If I get my hands on you once more, you'll see quick enough.

BESS
Go 'long now.
 
 

SPORTING LIFE
All right, yo' men frien's come an' they go, but remember
ole Sportin' Life an' de happy dus' here all along.

PORGY
Get out, you rat, you louse, you buzzard!

(Sporting Life scuttles off.
Jake and Clara come out dressed for the picnic)

JAKE
Honey, we sure goin' strut our stuff today.
Be sure to come 'long to de picnic, Bess.

(They leave. Bess and Porgy are left alone)