trees out there?When I and Biff hung the swing between them? LINDA:Yeah,like being a million miles from the city. WILLY:They should've arrested the builder for cutting those down.They massacred the neighbourhood.(Lost.)More and more I think of those days,Linda.This time of year it was lilac and wisteria.And then the peonies would come out,and the daffodils.What fragrance in this room! LINDA:Well,after all,people had to move somewhere. WILLY:No,there's more people now. LINDA:I don't think there's more people.I think WILLY:There's more people!That's what's ruining this country! Population is getting out of control.The competition is mad- dening!Smell the stink from that apartment house!And an- other one on the other side...How can they whip cheese? (On Willy's last line,Biff and Happy raise themselves up in their beds,listening.) LINDA:Go down,try it.And be quiet. WILLY(turning to Linda,guiltily):You're not worried about me, are you,sweetheart? BIFF:What's the matter? HAPPY:Listen! LINDA:You've got too much on the ball to worry about. WILLY:You're my foundation and my support,Linda. LINDA:Just try to relax,dear.You make mountains out of mole- hills. WILLY:I won't fight with him any more.If he wants to go back to Texas,let him go. LINDA:He'll find his way. WILLY:Sure.Certain men just don't get started till later in life. Like Thomas Edison;I think.Or B.F.Goodrich.One of them was deaf.(He starts for the bedroom doorway.)I'll put my money on Biff. LINDA:And Willy-if it's warm Sunday we'll drive in the coun- try.And we'll open the windshield,and take lunch. WILLY:No,the windshields don't open on the new cars.trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swing between them? LINDA: Yeah, like being a million miles from the city. WILLY: They should’ve arrested the builder for cutting those down. They massacred the neighbourhood. (Lost.) More and more I think of those days, Linda. This time of year it was lilac and wisteria. And then the peonies would come out, and the daffodils. What fragrance in this room! LINDA: Well, after all, people had to move somewhere. WILLY: No, there’s more people now. LINDA: I don’t think there’s more people. I think WILLY: There’s more people! That’s what’s ruining this country! Population is getting out of control. The competition is mad￾dening! Smell the stink from that apartment house! And an￾other one on the other side... How can they whip cheese? (On Willy’s last line, Biff and Happy raise themselves up in their beds, listening.) LINDA: Go down, try it. And be quiet. WILLY (turning to Linda, guiltily): You’re not worried about me, are you, sweetheart? BIFF: What’s the matter? HAPPY: Listen! LINDA: You’ve got too much on the ball to worry about. WILLY: You’re my foundation and my support, Linda. LINDA: Just try to relax, dear. You make mountains out of mole￾hills. WILLY: I won’t fight with him any more. If he wants to go back to Texas, let him go. LINDA: He’ll find his way. WILLY: Sure. Certain men just don’t get started till later in life. Like Thomas Edison; I think. Or B. F. Goodrich. One of them was deaf. (He starts for the bedroom doorway.) I’ll put my money on Biff. LINDA: And Willy — if it’s warm Sunday we’ll drive in the coun￾try. And we’ll open the windshield, and take lunch. WILLY: No, the windshields don’t open on the new cars