Original Plays, Second SeriesGilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
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Original Plays, Second Series
Gilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
English drama; Operas -- Librettos
_Ch._ What, you’ve noticed that, have you? Ha! ha! yes, I have a way,
no doubt; it’s been remarked before. Whenever I see a pretty girl (and
you are a very pretty girl) I can’t help putting my arm like that
(_putting it round her waist._) Now, pleasant as this sort of thing is,
and you find it pleasant, don’t you? (_PARKER nods._) Yes, you find it
pleasant--pleasant as it is, it is decidedly wrong.
_Par._ It is decidedly wrong in a married man.
_Ch._ It is decidedly wrong in a married man. In a married man it’s
abominable, and I shall be a married man in half an hour. So, Parker,
it will become necessary to conquer this tendency, to struggle with it,
and subdue it--in half an hour (_getting more affectionate_). Not that
there’s any real harm in putting your arm round a girl’s waist. Highly
respectable people do it, when they waltz.
_Par._ Yes, sir, but then a band’s playing.
_Ch._ True, and when a band’s playing it don’t matter, but when a
band is _not_ playing, why it’s dangerous, you see. You begin with
this, and you go on from one thing to another, getting more and more
affectionate, until you reach _this_ stage (_kissing her_). Not that
there’s any real harm in kissing, either; for you see fathers and
mothers, who ought to set a good example, kissing their children every
day.
_Par._ Lor, sir, kissing’s nothing; everybody does that.
_Ch._ That is your experience, is it? It tallies with my own. Take it
that I am your father, you are my daughter--or take it even that I am
merely your husband, and you my wife, and it would be expected of me.
(_Kissing her._)
_Par._ But I’m not your wife, sir.
_Ch._ No, not yet, that’s very true, and, of course, makes a
difference. That’s why I say I must subdue this tendency; I must
struggle with it; I must conquer it--in half-an-hour.
_Min._ (_without_). Parker, where’s Mr. Cheviot?
_Ch._ There is your mistress, my dear--she’s coming. Will you excuse
me? (_Releasing her._) Thank you. Good day, Parker.
_Par._ (_disgusted_). Not so much as a shilling; and that man’s worth
thousands! [_Exit PARKER._
_Enter MINNIE._
_Ch._ My darling Minnie--my own, own To Come! (_Kissing her._)
_Min._ Oh, you mustn’t crush me, Cheviot, you’ll spoil my dress. How do
you like it?
_Ch._ It’s lovely. It’s a beautiful material.
_Min._ Yes; dear papa’s been going it.
_Ch._ Oh, but you’re indebted to me for that beautiful dress.
_Min._ To you! Oh, thank you--thank you!
_Ch._ Yes. I said to your papa, “Now do for once let the girl have a
nice dress; be liberal; buy the very best that money will procure,
you’ll never miss it.” So, thanks to me, he bought you a beauty.
Seventeen and six a yard if it’s a penny. Dear me! To think that in
half-an-hour this magnificent dress will be _my_ property!
_Min._ Yes. Dear papa said that as you had offered to give the
breakfast at your house, he would give me the best dress that money
could procure.
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