A Desperate Game: A Comic Drama in One ActMorton, John Maddison
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A Desperate Game: A Comic Drama in One Act
Morton, John Maddison
Comedy plays; English drama -- 19th century
RAT. More than you imagine, my dear madam, for I propose that you
shall become my partner in this speculation; in other words, I will
find the industry and energy requisite in carrying it into effect,
while you _simply have to provide the money._ (_with marked emphasis_)
MRS. S. (_indignantly_) Sir!
RAT. That's all! I'll therefore make out a receipt for the amount at
once. (_taking a piece of paper, and beginning to write_)
MRS. S. (_aside, and looking towards the back of the stage_) That bell
communicates with David's room; it is my only hope. (_cautiously rises
from her chair, and goes on tiptoe towards the chimney-piece_)
POS. (_appearing at little window above door at R. C._) I should very
much like to know who has taken the liberty of locking me in! I
repeat, who has taken the liberty of locking me in? I pause for a
reply.
MRS. S. (_looking at RATCLIFFE, who pretends to be writing, but is
watching her movements--then making a sudden grasp at the bell rope_)
Ah! the bell rope cut!
RAT. (_quietly looking up_) Yes, true! I quite forgot to mention that
I had taken that _little precaution_ against interruption. (_resumes
his writing_)
POS. (_listening_) Holloa! Either cousin Somerton has got a very bad
cold, or she's not alone!
RAT. Here, madam, is the receipt. (_rising_)
POS. That's a man's voice!
RAT. And now, madam, the necessary forms being completed on my part,
all that remains is for you to find the funds; amounting, as I believe
I mentioned before, to the sum of fifteen thousand pounds.
MRS. S. (_forcing a laugh_) And do you imagine I could be imprudent
enough to keep so large a sum of money----?
RAT. On your person? Oh, dear no; that would be an indiscretion for
which, as your partner, I should certainly take the liberty of
scolding you.
POS. What's that? he says he's my wife's partner! I never even knew
she was in business.
RAT. Until you could deposit it with your banker's, you have,
doubtless, placed it somewhere under lock and key; but as you seem to
have forgotten the exact locality, I shall be most happy to assist you
in your search. Suppose we begin with the writing desk. (_placing his
hand on the desk_) Will you oblige me with the key?
POS. The fellow's a housebreaker!
MRS. S. I--I have mislaid or lost it, sir: at least, I think I have.
RAT. Pray _think_ again, my dear madam, as it would be really a pity
to damage so elegant a piece of furniture.
POS. No--he's a smasher! It's lucky for him I can't get at him.
MRS. S. (_suddenly, and with resolution_) Sir, although alone, and in
the power of a desperate man like you, I will not be plundered except
by violence.
POS. That's right, cousin--stick to that! She's a trump!
RAT. (_approaching her as she leans against table in C., and in a tone
of reproach_) Violence to a woman, and _such a woman!_ (_bowing_)
POS. Humbug!
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