Hobson's Choice: A Lancashire Comedy in Four Acts — John Shaqi
Hobson's Choice: A Lancashire Comedy in Four ActsBrighouse, Harold
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Hobson's Choice: A Lancashire Comedy in Four Acts
Brighouse, Harold
English drama -- 20th century; Fathers and daughters -- Drama; Sisters -- Drama
MAGGIE. Father, either I can go home or you can go and put a collar on
for Will. I'll have him treated with respect. (_Going up to window_.)
ALICE. I expect you'd put a collar on in any case, father.
HOBSON (_rising_). Of course I should. I'm going to put a collar on.
But understand me, Maggie, it's not for the sake of Will Mossop. It's
because my neck is cold.
(_Exit_ HOBSON R.)
MAGGIE (_coming down_). Now, then, which of us is it to be?
VICKEY. It's no use looking at me like that, Maggie. I've told you I'm
expecting.
MAGGIE. I don't see that that rules you out. It might happen to any of
us.
ALICE. Maggie!
MAGGIE. What's the matter? Children do happen to married women, and
we're all married.
ALICE. Well, I'm not going to break my home up and that's flat.
VICKEY. My child comes first with me.
MAGGIE. I see. You've got a house of furniture, and you've got a child
coming, so father can drink himself to death for you.
ALICE. That's not fair speaking. I'd come if there were no one else. You
know very well it's your duty, Maggie.
VICKEY. Duty? I should think it 'ud be a pleasure to live here after a
year of two cellars.
MAGGIE. I've had thirty years of the pleasure of living with father,
thanks. (_Going to chair_ R. _of table and sitting_.)
ALICE. Do you mean to say you won't come?
MAGGIE. It isn't for me to say at all. It's for my husband.
VICKEY. Oh, do stop talking about your husband. If Alice and I don't
need to ask our husbands, I'm sure you never need ask yours. Will Mossop
hasn't the spirit of a louse and we know it as well as you do. (_Crosses
to fire-place_.)
MAGGIE. Maybe Will's come on since you saw him, Vickey. It's getting a
while ago. There he is now in the shop. I'll go and put it to him.
(_Rises and exits_ MAGGIE L.)
VICKEY. Stop her! (_Going to door_.)
ALICE (_detaining her_). Let her do it in her own way. I'm not coming
back here.
VICKEY (R. _of_ ALICE). Nor me.
ALICE. There's only Maggie for it.
VICKEY. Yes. But we've got to be careful, Alice. She mustn't have things
too much her way.
ALICE. It's our way as well, isn't it?
VICKEY. Not coming is our way. But when she's with him alone and we're
not--(_Stopping_.)
ALICE. Yes.
VICKEY. Can't you see what I'm thinking, Alice? It is so difficult to
say. Suppose poor father gets worse and they are here, Maggie and Will,
and you and I--out of sight and out of mind. Can't you see what I mean?
ALICE. He might leave them his money!
VICKEY. That would be most unfair to us.
ALICE. Father must make his will at once. Albert shall draw it up.
(_Goes_ R.)
VICKEY. That's it, Alice. And don't let's leave Maggie too long with
Will. She's only telling him what to say, and then she'll pretend he
thought of it himself. (_She opens door left_.) Why, Will, what are you
doing up the ladder?
WILLIE (_off_ L). I'm looking over the stock.
VICKEY (_indignantly_). It's father's stock, not yours.
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