(From the right, Willy Loman, the Salesman, enters, carrying two large sample cases. The flute play on, He hears but is not aware of it. He is past sixty years of ages rise, dressed quietly. Even as he crosses the stage to the doorway of the house, his exhaustion is down, feeling the soreness of his palms. A word-sigh escapes his lips it might be “Oh, boy, oh boy.” He closes the door, and then carries his cases out into the living room, through the draped kitchen doorway.)