Give it up, Uncle Vanya! My misfortune is perhaps even greater
than yours, but I am not plunged in despair. I endure my sorrow,
and shall endure it until my life comes to a natural end. You
must endure yours, too. [A pause] Give it up! Dear, darling Uncle
Vanya. Give it up! [She weeps] You are so good, I am sure you
will have pity on us and give it up. You must endure your sorrow,
Uncle Vanya; you must endure it.

VOITSKI takes a bottle from the drawer of the table and hands it
to ASTROFF.

VOITSKI. There it is! [To SONIA] And now, we must get to work at
once; we must do something, or else I shall not be able to endure
it.

SONIA. Yes, yes, to work! As soon as we have seen them off we
shall go to work. [She nervously straightens out the papers on
the table] Everything is in a muddle!

ASTROFF. [Putting the bottle in his case, which he straps
together] Now I can be off.

HELENA comes in.

HELENA. Are you here, Ivan? We are starting in a moment. Go to
Alexander, he wants to speak to you.

SONIA. Go, Uncle Vanya. [She takes VOITSKI 'S arm] Come, you and
papa must make peace; that is absolutely necessary.