WOODBARROW FARM Play In Three Acts By Jerome K. Jerome Samuel French: London 1904 Piffin.............. Allen Rollitt....... Luke Cranbourne..... Mike Stratton....... Mr. Purtwee......... Hon. Tom Gussett.... Baron Von Schnorr... Richard Hanningford Ichabod............. Peters.............. Colonel Jack Dexter. Clara Dexter........ Mrs. Rollitt........ Rachael............. Deborah Deacon...... SYNOPSIS OF SCENERY Act I Woodbarrow Farm, Exmoor Act II 13a, St. James’ Mansions Act III Scene 1--Same as Act II., or Library at 13a, St. James’ Mansion Scene 2--Woodbarrow Farm Time: The Present [Illustration: 0007] [Illustration: 0010] [Illustration: 0011] WOODBARROW FARM ACT I. MUSIC TO OPEN ACT: OLD ENGLISH AIR SCENE: _Kitchen at Woodbarrow Farm. An ideal old farmhouse kitchen. From the smoke-blackened ceiling beams hang huge sides of bacon, strings of onions, and herbs, and poultry. Over the great fireplace are the guns, and in profusion everywhere are the homely furnishings of a prosperous farmhouse kitchen. A huge fire burns r. in old-fashioned fireplace, with settle on each side. Door l.c. at back opening on corner of farmyard. Latticed window looking out on yard to r. of door. Table r.c. piled with linen waiting to be folded. Linen press l. Door l. below press. Settle in front of press. Mrs. Rollitt at table r.c. discovered ironing. She folds up clothes as she finishes with them, and crosses and places them one by one in press l._ Mrs. R. Rachael! Rachael!! (Crossing l. then crosses to r. at back of table r.c.) Ah, drat the girls--alius philandering about with the boys when they’re wanted. Rachael! (Enter Rachael, she comes slowly forward to l.c.) Rach. Did you call, ma’am? Mrs. R. (At table.) Did I call? Why thee be getting deaf in thee old age sure, Rachael. Rach. I was in the dairy, ma’am. Mrs. R. In the dairy! Well, and the dairy bean’t a mile off, be it? I expect there wur Joe’s thick head ’twixt you and the sound of my voice, warn’t there? Rach. No, ma’am. Mrs. R. Whose wur it, then? Rach. Ichabod’s, ma’am. I--I mean Mr. Ichabod was helping me, ma’am. Mrs. R. What at? (_Pause._) How often am I to tell ’ee I won’t have that hulking scamp hanging about here after his work’s done. Do ’ee understand? Rach. Yes, ma’am. Mrs. R. Here’s getting on for 8 o’clock, and thee master may be home any minute as hungry as a hunter, poor lad, and noothing ready for his supper. Get down the ham (_Rachael goes to fireplace r._), and bring me in the frying-pan and I’ll do it myself. Rach. (_Turning to go._) Yes, ma’am. Mrs. R. And don’t be half-an-hour about it. Is Ichabod gone? Rach. Oh yes, ma’am. (_Mrs. R. turns to her work, Ichabod appears at door at hack, with a trout in his hand. Rachael catching sight of him stops, and motions him to go away._)