One of the script’s departures from comedy is this final act soliloquy delivered by the play’s Chorus, Michael, at the close of scene one.

Act IV, scene 1

Michael crosses the floor in front of the stage and sits at one of the cubes, looks at the audience several seconds longer than is comfortable. Then…

MICHAEL

“Because our being is assured us to be or not to be is not the eternal question, neither is that region after death the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns. No, whether here or there, the ultimate question is, when will we choose to be what we are within and let the obstruction fall away that keeps us from God’s Presence. Those who have seen the context of that hour will tell you its Grace emerges when, figuratively or not, we bow and bend our knees– when the ego’s posturing, the proud man’s contumely, stands exposed for what it is: a self-possessed child or stubborn caviling intellect that mocks or dismisses all which would ennoble to leave us mired in entertainments that keep us unrelieved. Whatever you may believe don’t miss that moment of surrender because it is beautiful beyond belief. It will cleave your heart in two. It will be as if a gentle waterfall inside it now spills its living water until its outpouring in joy fills your soul with peace– and the splendor of God’s creation in that instant is revealed. Whichever walk in faith or discipline you choose, waste no time or energy with any other goal for after its releasing you will never be the same: you will see, touch and breathe as you never have before, and the fear of death will lose its hold forever. And even in this moment, with a tender, embracing ecstasy, it awaits your look within.”