Sounds of the night. WOYZECK wandering along, listening to the animals and staring up at the moon. Noises build and he holds his hands to his ears.
WOYZECK … on and on, round and round! On and on and on!! The sounds around me, they just won’t stop!!!
VOICES WOYZECK … WOYZECK … WOYZECK!!
WOYZECK There! Who’s that, speaking to me?
He throws himself down onto the ground, listening.
WOYZECK What’re you saying to me?! What?!! Just SAY it!! Louder … LOUDER …
VOICES WOYZECK … WOYZECK … WOYZECK!!
WOYZECK “… stab … stab the she-wolf. Stab her dead?” (Beat.) Must I? Must I?!
WOYZECK stands, looking up at the trees, the moon.
WOYZECK Is it even there in the wind?! Do I hear it there, too?!!
He staggers around in circles, listening. Moaning.
VOICES WOYZECK … WOYZECK … WOYZECK!!
WOYZECK “Stab her … stab her … stab HER!”
WOYZECK throws the bottle, shattering it. Silence.
WOYZECK … dead.
Blackout.