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The Importance of Being Earnest
Wilde, Oscar
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ACT I. Algernon Moncrieff’s Flat in Half-Moon Street, W
ACT I. Algernon Moncrieff’s Flat in Half-Moon Street, W
The Importance of Being Earnest A Trivial Comedy for Serious People
THE PERSONS IN THE PLAYJohn Worthing, J.P.
Algernon Moncrieff
Rev. Canon Chasuble, D.D.
Merriman, Butler
Lane, Manservant
Lady Bracknell
Hon. Gwendolen Fairfax
Cecily Cardew
Miss Prism, Governess
THE SCENES OF THE PLAY
ACT III. Drawing-Room at the Manor House, Woolton
ACT III. Drawing-Room at the Manor House, Woolton
TIMEThe Present.
LONDONST. JAMES'S THEATRE
Lessee and Manager: Mr. George Alexander
February 14th, 1895
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John Worthing, J.P.: Mr. George Alexander.
Algernon Moncrieff: Mr. Allen Aynesworth.
Rev. Canon Chasuble, D.D.: Mr. H. H. Vincent.
Merriman: Mr. Frank Dyall.
Lane: Mr. F. Kinsey Peile.
Lady Bracknell: Miss Rose Leclercq.
Hon. Gwendolen Fairfax: Miss Irene Vanbrugh.
Cecily Cardew: Miss Evelyn Millard.
Miss Prism: Mrs. George Canninge.
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SCENEMorning-room in Algernon's flat in Half-Moon Street. The room is luxuriously and artistically furnished. The sound of a piano is heard in the adjoining room. [Lane is arranging afternoon tea on the table, and after the music has ceased, Algernon enters.]
ALGERNONDid you hear what I was playing, Lane?
LANEI didn't think it polite to listen, sir.
ALGERNONI'm sorry for that, for your sake. I don't play accurately—any one can play accurately—but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.
LANEYes, sir.
ALGERNONAnd, speaking of the science of Life, have you got the cucumber sandwiches cut for Lady Bracknell?
LANEYes, sir. [Hands them on a salver.]
ALGERNON[Inspects them, takes two, and sits down on the sofa.] Oh!... by the way, Lane, I see from your book that on Thursday night, when Lord Shoreman and Mr. Worthing were dining with me, eight bottles of champagne are entered as having been consumed.
LANEYes, sir; eight bottles and a pint.
ALGERNONWhy is it that at a bachelor's establishment the servants invariably drink the champagne? I ask merely for information.
LANEI attribute it to the superior quality of the wine, sir. I have often observed that in married households the champagne is rarely of a first-rate brand.
ALGERNONGood heavens! Is marriage so demoralising as that?
LANEI believe it is a very pleasant state, sir. I have had very little experience of it myself up to the present. I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person.
ALGERNON[Languidly.] I don't know that I am much interested in your family life, Lane.
LANENo, sir; it is not a very interesting subject. I never think of it myself.
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ALGERNONVery natural, I am sure. That will do, Lane, thank you.
LANEThank you, sir. [Lane goes out.]
ALGERNONLane's views on marriage seem somewhat lax. Really, if the lower orders don't set us a good example, what on earth is the use of them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely no sense of moral responsibility.
[Enter Lane.] :::
LANEMr. Ernest Worthing.
[Enter Jack.] :::
[Lane goes out.] :::
ALGERNONHow are you, my dear Ernest? What brings you up to town?
JACKOh, pleasure, pleasure! What else should bring one anywhere? Eating as usual, I see, Algy!
ALGERNON[Stiffly.] I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five o'clock. Where have you been since last Thursday?
JACK[Sitting down on the sofa.] In the country.
ALGERNONWhat on earth do you do there?
JACK[Pulling off his gloves.] When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.
ALGERNONAnd who are the people you amuse?
JACK[Airily.] Oh, neighbours, neighbours.
ALGERNONGot nice neighbours in your part of Shropshire?
JACKPerfectly horrid! Never speak to one of them.
ALGERNONHow immensely you must amuse them! [Goes over and takes sandwich.] By the way, Shropshire is your county, is it not?
JACKEh? Shropshire? Yes, of course. Hallo! Why all these cups? Why cucumber sandwiches? Why such reckless extravagance in one so young? Who is coming to tea?
ALGERNONOh! merely Aunt Augusta and Gwendolen.
JACKHow perfectly delightful!
ALGERNONYes, that is all very well; but I am afraid Aunt Augusta won't quite approve of your being here.
JACKMay I ask why?
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ALGERNONMy dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is perfectly disgraceful. It is almost as bad as the way Gwendolen flirts with you.
JACKI am in love with Gwendolen. I have come up to town expressly to propose to her.
ALGERNONI thought you had come up for pleasure?... I call that business.
JACKHow utterly unromantic you are!
ALGERNONI really don't see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.
JACKI have no doubt about that, dear Algy. The Divorce Court was specially invented for people whose memories are so curiously constituted.
ALGERNONOh! there is no use speculating on that subject. Divorces are made in Heaven—[Jack puts out his hand to take a sandwich. Algernon at once interferes.] Please don't touch the cucumber sandwiches. They are ordered specially for Aunt Augusta. [Takes one and eats it.]
JACKWell, you have been eating them all the time.
ALGERNONThat is quite a different matter. She is my aunt. [Takes plate from below.] Have some bread and butter. The bread and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and butter.
JACK[Advancing to table and helping himself.] And very good bread and butter it is too.
ALGERNONWell, my dear fellow, you need not eat as if you were going to eat it all. You behave as if you were married to her already. You are not married to her already, and I don't think you ever will be.
JACKWhy on earth do you say that?
ALGERNONWell, in the first place girls never marry the men they flirt with. Girls don't think it right.
JACKOh, that is nonsense!
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ALGERNONIt isn't. It is a great truth. It accounts for the extraordinary number of bachelors that one sees all over the place. In the second place, I don't give my consent.
JACKYour consent!
ALGERNONMy dear fellow, Gwendolen is my first cousin. And before I allow you to marry her, you will have to clear up the whole question of Cecily.
[Rings bell.] :::
JACKCecily! What on earth do you mean? What do you mean, Algy, by Cecily! I don't know any one of the name of Cecily.
[Enter Lane.] :::
ALGERNONBring me that cigarette case Mr. Worthing left in the smoking-room the last time he dined here.
LANEYes, sir. [Lane goes out.]
JACKDo you mean to say you have had my cigarette case all this time? I wish to goodness you had let me know. I have been writing frantic letters to Scotland Yard about it. I was very nearly offering a large reward.
ALGERNONWell, I wish you would offer one. I happen to be more than usually hard up.
JACKThere is no good offering a large reward now that the thing is found. [Enter Lane with the cigarette case on a salver. Algernon takes it at once. Lane goes out.]
ALGERNONI think that is rather mean of you, Ernest, I must say. [Opens case and examines it.] However, it makes no matter, for, now that I look at the inscription inside, I find that the thing isn't yours after all.
JACKOf course it's mine. [Moving to him.] You have seen me with it a hundred times, and you have no right whatsoever to read what is written inside. It is a very ungentlemanly thing to read a private cigarette case.
ALGERNONOh! it is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
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JACKI am quite aware of the fact, and I don't propose to discuss modern culture. It isn't the sort of thing one should talk of in private. I simply want my cigarette case back.
ALGERNONYes; but this isn't your cigarette case. This cigarette case is a present from some one of the name of Cecily, and you said you didn't know any one of that name.
JACKWell, if you want to know, Cecily happens to be my aunt.
ALGERNONYour aunt!
JACKYes. Charming old lady she is, too. Lives at Tunbridge Wells. Just give it back to me, Algy.
ALGERNON[Retreating to back of sofa.] But why does she call herself little Cecily if she is your aunt and lives at Tunbridge Wells? [Reading.] 'From little Cecily with her fondest love.'
JACK[Moving to sofa and kneeling on it.] My dear fellow, what on earth is there in that? Some aunts are tall, some aunts are not tall. That is a matter that surely an aunt may be allowed to decide for herself. You seem to think that every aunt should be exactly like your aunt! That is absurd! For Heaven's sake give me back my cigarette case. [Follows Algernon round the room.]
ALGERNONYes. But why does your aunt call you her uncle? 'From little Cecily, with her fondest love to her dear Uncle Jack.' There is no objection, I admit, to an aunt being a small aunt, but why an aunt, no matter what her size may be, should call her own nephew her uncle, I can't quite make out. Besides, your name isn't Jack at all; it is Ernest.
JACKIt isn't Ernest; it's Jack.
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ALGERNONYou have always told me it was Ernest. I have introduced you to every one as Ernest. You answer to the name of Ernest. You look as if your name was Ernest. You are the most earnest-looking person I ever saw in my life. It is perfectly absurd your saying that your name isn't Ernest. It's on your cards. Here is one of them. [Taking it from case.] 'Mr. Ernest Worthing, B. 4, The Albany.' I'll keep this as a proof that your name is Ernest if ever you attempt to deny it to me, or to Gwendolen, or to any one else. [Puts the card in his pocket.]
JACKWell, my name is Ernest in town and Jack in the country, and the cigarette case was given to me in the country.
ALGERNONYes, but that does not account for the fact that your small Aunt Cecily, who lives at Tunbridge Wells, calls you her dear uncle. Come, old boy, you had much better have the thing out at once.
JACKMy dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. It is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isn't a dentist. It produces a false impression.
ALGERNONWell, that is exactly what dentists always do. Now, go on! Tell me the whole thing. I may mention that I have always suspected you of being a confirmed and secret Bunburyist; and I am quite sure of it now.
JACKBunburyist? What on earth do you mean by a Bunburyist?
ALGERNONI'll reveal to you the meaning of that incomparable expression as soon as you are kind enough to inform me why you are Ernest in town and Jack in the country.
JACKWell, produce my cigarette case first.
ALGERNONHere it is. [Hands cigarette case.] Now produce your explanation, and pray make it improbable. [Sits on sofa.]