A message from Mars : $b A fantastic comedy in three acts — John Shaqi
A message from Mars : $b A fantastic comedy in three actsGanthony, Richard
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A message from Mars : $b A fantastic comedy in three acts
Ganthony, Richard
Dreams -- Drama; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Drama; Man-woman relationships -- Drama; Selfishness -- Drama
HORACE. Good night, Bella. (_She exits R._) Then there was an Extra in
reality. That was not all dream. There it is. What made me dream of the
bank smash if nothing had been said about it? I dreamt of Mars. I had
been reading of Mars. At this moment, great heavens, I may be, in very
fact, a ruined man! (_Seizes paper with trembling hands and finds the
place. Reads._) Not a word! (_Wipes his forehead._) Not a word, but
_there might have been_! And why should this house not be burning as well
as the one that is? What would I do? Cut my throat! An arrant coward’s
refuge, after all. Ah, from the beggar’s point of view, wealth seemed so
flinty hearted, while charity was natural and easy to the poor. (_Fire
engine._) Evidently no false alarm this time. Somebody sick with anxiety
and dread to-night. Heaven help them, whoever they are! What a rap Marsy
would give me for that speech. He’d say, “Help them yourself. Don’t
overtax Heaven.” Pshaw, I’d only be in the way. We have an excellent
fire department. Best in the world. And there are so many need helping.
How many lines of this paper tell of suffering, and how much may we read
between the lines! (_Skims over paper._) “Wanted, plain sewing, to do at
home.” “Young man wants work. Will do anything honest.” Honest? He is
particular for these days. And I swore to Marsy that I wouldn’t take back
my money except to share it with others. He might have made favorable
terms with me just then. (_Sees ring on table._) Minnie’s ring. My trying
to bully her. It was the act of a cur! I’ll tell her so. I’ll—(_Fire
engine passes._) Another! It must be serious. (_Looks through curtains
of window C._) What a sheet of flame! It must be in the next street.
It may reach here. (_Looks intently._) No, the wind’s the other way.
(_Relieved._) That tenement house, I’ll be bound! Poor people, what will
they do this bitter night if they are burnt out? I don’t know what I
could do if I really wanted to. I think I’ll put on my coat and hat and
go and see. Don’t suppose I’ll do much harm looking on. (_Fire-engine
bell again. He looks out again._) Ladder escape. (_Dresses a little
quicker now._) I might take an extra coat for some one. (_Goes to closet
containing several overcoats and takes one. Hesitates and then puts
another over his arm. Is going R. when another engine passes._) I can’t
stand it! (_Snatches the last overcoat. Leaves the closet door open and
rushes out with coats over his arm R._)
(_Considerable pause, when front door bell rings. Pause, and then knock
heard. Further pause, and knock and bell heard. Voices heard. After
further pause, vigorous knocking and ringing heard, and voices in
expostulation. Knocking and ringing suddenly stop as door is opened,
and then enter AUNT, followed by MINNIE and DICEY, and last by BELLA, in
hastily thrown on gown. They gather round the fire._)
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