Dějství 2. - scéna 2.

KITTIWAH ISLAND

(General gaiety-all well-fed-some few,
well-liquored. Some dancing.)
 

ALL
I ain' got no shame doin' what I like to do!
I ain' got no shame doin' what I like to do!
Sun ain' got no shame; moon ain' got no shame.
So I ain' got no shame, doin' what I like to do!!
So I ain' got no shame, doin' what I like to do!!

Ha da da, Ha da da, etc.
 

SPORTING LIFE
It ain't necessarily so,

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
It ain't necessarily so.

SPORTING LIFE
De t'ings dat yo' li'ble
To read in de Bible,
It ain't necessarily so.
Li'l David was small, but oh my!

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Li'I David was small, but oh my!

SPORTING LIFE
He fought big Goliath
Who lay down an' dieth,
Li'l David was small, but oh my!

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Wadoo-Zim bam boodle-oo,
Hoodle ah da wa da - Scatty wah.

SPORTING LIFE
Yeah! Oh, Jonah, he lived in de whale,

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Oh, Jonah, he lived in de whale

SPORTING LIFE
Fo' he made his home in
Dat fish's abdomen.
Oh, Jonah, he lived in de whale.
Li'l Moses was found in a stream.

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Li'l Moses was found in a stream

SPORTING LIFE
He floated on water
Till Ole Pharaoh's daughter
She fished him, she says, from dat stream.

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Wa-dooZim bam boodle-oo,
Hoodle ah da wa - Scatty wah.

SPORTING LIFE
Yeah! It ain't necessarily so,

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
It ain't necessarily so,

SPORTING LIFE
Dey tell all you chillun
De debble's a villun
But 'tain't necessarily so.
To get into Hebben,
Don' snap for a sebben!
Live clean. Look at me! Don' have no fault.
Oh, I takes dat gospel
Whenever it's pos'ble,
But wid a grain of salt.
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,

SPORTING LIFE
Say, but who calls dat livin'
When no gal'll give in
To no man what's nine hundred years?
I'm preachin' dis sermon to show
It ain't nessa, ain't nessa, ain't nessa, ain't nessa

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
Ain't necessarily so.

SPORTING LIFE AND CHORUS
I'm preachin' dis sermon to show
It ain't nessa, ain't nessa, ain't nessa, ain't nessa
Ain't necessarily so.

SERENA
(breaking into circle)
Shame on all you sinners.
You call yourselves Church-members,
you goes on a decent picnic of
The Sons an' Daughters of Repent Ye Saith the Lord.
An' when the Christians turn their back
you start behavin' like Sodom an' Gomorrah.
It's a Gawd's wonder de Lord don't sen' His livin' fire
to burn you offen de face of de earth.
An you, Jake, always so loudmouth at church-meeting,
Tell me when did you start workin' for de devil?
Take them baskets an' get on de boat.
all you wicked chillen of de devil!
(Steamboat whistle sounds in the distance)
Hear what I tell you, It's high time you was goin'.
(Calls to Maria)
You bes' hurry up, you goin' miss dat boat.

MARIA
If dat boat go without me,
there's gonna be some blue lightning
in Catfish Row when I gets home.
(Boat whistles)
Hey there! Hold yo' holt. I's acomin!
(Boat whistles)
Hurry up, Bess! Dat boat's gettin' de whoopin' cough.
(Bess enters, hurrying after Maria)

CROWN
(calls from thicket)
Bess!

BESS
Crown!

CROWN
You know very well dis Crown.
I seen you lan' an' I been
waitin' all day for see you.
I mos' dead on this damn island.

BESS
You ain' looks mos' dead, you bigger'n ever.

CROWN
Oh, I got plenty to eat, bird egg, oyster an' such.
But I mos' dead of the lonesome
wid not one Gawd'person to swap a word wid.
Lord! I's glad you come.

BESS
I can't stay, Crown, or de boat'll go without me.

CROWN
Damn dat boat! Got any happy dus' wid you?

BESS
No, Crown, no mo' happy dus'.
I done give up dope, an' besides, Crown,
I got something for to tell you.

CROWN
You bes'lissen to what I gots to tell you.
I waitin' here till de cotton begin comin' in.
Den libbin 'll be easy.
Johnny'll hide you an' me on de ribber boat
fur as Savannah. Who you libbin' wнd now?

BESS
I livin' wid de cripple Porgy.

CROWN
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
You sho'got funny tas' in men, but dat's yo' business.
I ain' care who you takes up wid while I's away.
But membuh, what I tol' you. He's temporary.
I reckon it'll be just a couple ob weeks now 'fore I comes for you.

BESS
Crown, I got something to tell you.

CROWN
What dat?

BESS
I...I livin' wid Porgy now, an' I livin' decent.

CROWN
You hear what I tol' you,
I say in a couple ob weeks I's comin' for you,
an' you is goin' tote fair, lessen you wants to meet yo' Crowd
you gets dat?
(Boot whistles)

BESS
Take yo' han's off me, I goin' miss dat boat.
CROWN
You tellin' me dat you'd rather have dat cripple dan Crown?
 

BESS
It's like dis, Crown, I's the only woman Porgy ever had,
an' I's thinkin' now,
how it will be tonight
when all these others gets 'em go back to Catfish Row.
He'll be sittin' an' watchin' the big front gate,
acountin' 'em off, waitin' for Bess.
An' when the las' woman goes home to her man
an' I ain' there. . .
(Crown laughs)
Lemme go, Crown! You can get plenty other women.

CROWN
What I wants wid other woman?
I gots a woman an' dat's you, see!

BESS
Oh... What you want wid Bess?
She's gettin' ole now;
Take a fine young gal
For to satisfy Crown.
Look at this chest
An' look at these arms you got.
You know how it always been with me,
These five years I been yo' woman,
You could kick me in the street,
Then when you wanted me back,
You could whistle, an' there I was
Back again, lickin' yo' hand.
There's plenty better lookin' gal than Bess.

Can' you see, I'm with Porgy,
Now and forever
I am his woman, he would die without me.
Oh, Crown, won't you let me go to my man, to my man.
He is a cripple an' needs my love, all my love.
What you want wid Bess? Oh, let me go to my man. . .

CROWN
What I wants wid other woman,
I gots a woman, yes,
An' dat is you, yes, dat is you, yes,
I need you now an' you're mine jus' as long as I want you.
No cripple goin' take my woman from me.
You got a man tonight an' that is Crown, yes, Crown, yes
Crown.
You're my woman, Bess, I'm tellin' you, now I'm your man.
 

(Pressing her very close)

BESS
What you want with Bess?
(Boat whistles)
Lemme go, Crown dat boat, it's goin' wiout me!

CROWN
You ain't goin' nowhere!

BESS
(Weakening)
Take yo' hands off me, I say, yo' hands, yo' hands, yo hands.
(Crown kisses her passionately)

CROWN
I knows you' ain' change - wid you and me it always be the
same. Git in dat thicket.
(Bess backs into woods; Crown follows.)

Opona
 

Dějství 2. - scéna 3.
CATFISH ROW
The cocrrt before dawn. Bells herald the new day.
Fishermen loll about sleepily.

JAKE
Honey, dat's all de breakfast I got time for. It's gettin' late,
the weather's fine. I'm on my way. Come on, you fishermens,
it's time to trabble.

NELSON
All right, Jake.

JIM
All ready, Jake, we bes' be off.

MARIA
Goodbye, boys.

JAKE
Goodbye, Maria.

NELSON
It looks to me like it goin' storm today.

JAKE
Don't you know dat ain' de way to talk 'fore my woman.
So long, Clara, gangway for de Sea Gull.
(Kisses Clara)

JAKE AND MEN
It take a long pull to get there, huh!
It take a long pull to get there, huh!
It take a long pull to get there, but
I'll anchor in de Promise' Lan'
In de Promise' Lan'.

(Group continues singing as they go off)

BESS
(Deliriously...in Porgy's room)
Take yo' han's off me, I say. Yo' han's, yo' han's, yo' han's!

SERENA
She still out of her head.

BESS
Eighteen mile to Kittiwah, eighteen mile to trabble,
Lord, what a long road, ain' nobody to help me.
Ain' nobody to help me!

MARIA
(seeing Peter enter courtyard)
Well, if it ain' ole Peter!

PETER
De white folks put me in
an' de white folks take me out
an' I ain' know yet what I done,
what I done, done, done. . .

BESS
Oh, there's a rattlesnake in dem bushes

Oh, Lord, ain' nobody to help me.

PETER
What's de matter?
 
 

MARIA
Porgy woman very sick more'n a week now;
she gone to the picnic ain' get los' in de jungle.
She ain' come home for two day.

PORGY
(Comes out)
I think dat maybe she goin' to sleep now; a whole week gone
now an' she ain' no better. Hello, Peter, welcome back home,
ole frien'.

PETER
I advise you to send her to de white folks hospital.

PORGY
Oh, Gawd, don' let 'em take Bess to the hospital!

SERENA
Hospital! Mus' be you is all forget how I pray Clara' baby
out of the convulsions. There ain' never been a sick person
or corpse in Catfish Row dat I has refused my prayers.

PORGY
Dat's right, sistuh, you pray over her.