The Squire: An Original Comedy in Three ActsPinero, Arthur Wing
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The Squire: An Original Comedy in Three Acts
Pinero, Arthur Wing
Comedy plays; English drama -- 19th century
{Eric.} Kate! _(advancing)_
{Kate.} Don't touch me or I shall drop dead with
shame.
_(Eric advances again.)_
Don't touch me--I can bear anything now but that!
{Eric.} You must hear me! _(moves L. C.)_
{Kate.} Hear you! What can you tell me but that
the pretty music you have played in my ears has been
but the dull echo of your old love-making? What
can you tell me but that I am a dishonoured woman,
_(Eric turns away)_ with no husband, yet not a widow
--like to be a mother, and never to be a wife!\
_(advances a step)_
{Eric.} You will listen to me to-morrow? _(turns
up a little)_
{Kate.} To-morrow! I have no to-morrow. I am
living my life now. My life! my life! oh, what it
might have been! _(she sinks on her knees with her
head upon the floor by table. Eric bends over her)_
{Eric.} Kate, don't shrink from me! I go down in
the same wreck with you. You are a hopeless woman
--I stand beside you a hopeless man.
{Kate.} _(moaning)_ You never told me of the past.
Oh, the times I have looked in the glass, with the
flush on my cheek that you have painted there, and
called myself Eric's First Sweetheart, _(moves)_ If
you had told me of the past!
{Eric.} I could not believe in its reality. She
never loved me, Kate--she threw me away like an
old glove or a broken feather. I believed her dead.
Ah, Kate, do you think I would have stolen one look
from you if I hadn't believed myself to be a free
man?
{Kate.} Oh, Eric, Eric!
{Eric.} I had news from a distance that she had
died, a repentant woman. In my dreams I have seen
the grass and the flowers springing up from her
grave.
{Kate.} Oh, Eric, Eric!
{Eric.} _(moves to L., C., a bit)_ What dreams will
haunt me this night--the grave of your life and
mine? _(hand to head)_
{Kate.} Dreams that picture despair and parting.
_(walks up and returns)_
{Eric.} _(advances L., rousing himself)_ Tell me
where to turn, where to go. If I die, what then?
If I live, what then? I'll do anything you bid me,
_(returns to her)_ but if you shrink from me at parting
it is more than I can bear, only look at me. One
last look--a look for me to cherish. Kate! _(advancing,
Moves down, back to audience.)_
{Kate.} _(rises)_ No, no! _(he covers his eyes with
his hand--there is a pause)_ Let me see your face,
Eric _(he turns, they look each other in the face--
pityingly)_ Trouble makes you pale. Oh, how selfish
I am. Poor Eric!
{Eric.} I am thinking of the day we first met!
How bright! And now, what a parting!
{Kate.} Hush! I shall go mad if you make me
think. _(The clock chimes again--starting)_ Look at
the hour--Good-night! _(goes R., a little)_
_(He turns to go--stops.)_
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