[The man on the rock shouts something down into the crowd. There is general commotion. (Voices.) "Look, he's falling." Field-glasses are raised; the photographers, violently agitated, click their cameras; the policemen diligently clean the place where he is to fall.]
Photographer. Oh, hang it! What is the matter with me? The devil! When a man's in a hurry—
Second Photographer. Brother, your camera is closed.
Photographer. The devil take it.
Voices. Hush! He's getting ready to fall.—No, he's saying something.—No, he's falling.—Hush!
Unknown Man on the Rock [faintly]. Save me! Save me!
Tourist. Ah, poor young man. Mary, Jimmie, there's a tragedy for you. The sky is clear, the weather is beautiful, and has he to fall and be shattered to death? Can you realize how dreadful that is, Aleck?
Student [wearily]. Yes, I can realize it.
Tourist. Mary, can you realize it? Imagine. There is the sky. There are people enjoying themselves and partaking of refreshments. Everything is so nice and pleasant, and he has to fall. What a tragedy! Do you remember Hamlet?
Second Girl [prompting]. Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, of Elsinore.