The Mob. Galsworthy John

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      The Mob: A Play in Four Acts

      PERSONS OF THE PLAY

      STEPHEN MORE, Member of Parliament

      KATHERINE, his wife

      OLIVE, their little daughter

      THE DEAN OF STOUR, Katherine's uncle

      GENERAL SIR JOHN JULIAN, her father

      CAPTAIN HUBERT JULIAN, her brother

      HELEN, his wife

      EDWARD MENDIP, editor of "The Parthenon"

      ALAN STEEL, More's secretary

      JAMES HOME, architect |

      CHARLES SHELDER, Solicitor |A deputation of More's

      MARK WACE, bookseller |constituents

      WILLIAM BANNING, manufacturer |

      NURSE WREFORD

      WREFORD (her son), Hubert's orderly

      HIS SWEETHEART

      THE FOOTMAN HENRY

      A DOORKEEPER

      SOME BLACK-COATED GENTLEMEN

      A STUDENT

      A GIRL

      A MOB

      ACT I. The dining-room of More's town house, evening.

      ACT II. The same, morning.

      ACT III. SCENE I. An alley at the back of a suburban theatre.

      SCENE II. Katherine's bedroom.

      ACT IV. The dining-room of More's house, late afternoon.

      AFTERMATH. The corner of a square, at dawn.

      Between ACTS I and II some days elapse.

      Between ACTS II and III three months.

      Between ACT III SCENE I and ACT III SCENE II no time.

      Between ACTS III and IV a few hours.

      Between ACTS IV and AFTERMATH an indefinite period.

      ACT I

      It is half-past nine of a July evening. In a dining-room lighted by sconces, and apparelled in wall-paper, carpet, and curtains of deep vivid blue, the large French windows between two columns are open on to a wide terrace, beyond which are seen trees in darkness, and distant shapes of lighted houses. On one side is a bay window, over which curtains are partly drawn. Opposite to this window is a door leading into the hall. At an oval rosewood table, set with silver, flowers, fruit, and wine, six people are seated after dinner. Back to the bay window is STEPHEN MORE, the host, a man of forty, with a fine-cut face, a rather charming smile, and the eyes of an idealist; to his right, SIR, JOHN JULIAN, an old soldier, with thin brown features, and grey moustaches; to SIR JOHN's right, his brother, the DEAN OF STOUR, a tall, dark, ascetic-looking Churchman: to his right KATHERINE is leaning forward, her elbows on the table, and her chin on her hands, staring across at her husband; to her right sits EDWARD MENDIP, a pale man of forty-five, very bald, with a fine forehead, and on his clear-cut lips a smile that shows his teeth; between him and MORE is HELEN JULIAN, a pretty dark-haired young woman, absorbed in thoughts of her own. The voices are tuned to the pitch of heated discussion, as the curtain rises.

      THE DEAN. I disagree with you, Stephen; absolutely, entirely disagree.

      MORE. I can't help it.

      MENDIP. Remember a certain war, Stephen! Were your chivalrous notions any good, then? And, what was winked at in an obscure young Member is anathema for an Under Secretary of State. You can't afford —

      MORE. To follow my conscience? That's new, Mendip.

      MENDIP. Idealism can be out of place, my friend.

      THE DEAN. The Government is dealing here with a wild lawless race, on whom I must say I think sentiment is rather wasted.

      MORE. God made them, Dean.

      MENDIP. I have my doubts.

      THE DEAN. They have proved themselves faithless. We have the right to chastise.

      MORE. If I hit a little man in the eye, and he hits me back, have I the right to chastise him?

      SIR JOHN. We didn't begin this business.

      MORE. What! With our missionaries and our trading?

      THE DEAN. It is news indeed that the work of civilization may be justifiably met by murder. Have you forgotten Glaive and Morlinson?

      SIR JOHN. Yes. And that poor fellow Groome and his wife?

      MORE. They went into a wild country, against the feeling of the tribes, on their own business. What has the nation to do with the mishaps of gamblers?

      SIR JOHN. We can't stand by and see our own flesh and blood ill-treated!

      THE DEAN. Does our rule bring blessing – or does it not, Stephen?

      MORE. Sometimes; but with all my soul I deny the fantastic superstition that our rule can benefit a people like this, a nation of one race, as different from ourselves as dark from light – in colour, religion, every mortal thing. We can only pervert their natural instincts.

      THE DEAN. That to me is an unintelligible point of view.

      MENDIP. Go into that philosophy of yours a little deeper, Stephen – it spells stagnation. There are no fixed stars on this earth. Nations can't let each other alone.

      MORE. Big ones could let little ones alone.

      MENDIP. If they could there'd be no big ones. My dear fellow, we know little nations are your hobby, but surely office should have toned you down.

      SIR JOHN. I've served my country fifty years, and I say she is not in the wrong.

      MORE. I hope to serve her fifty, Sir John, and I say she is.

      MENDIP. There are moments when such things can't be said, More.

      MORE. They'll be said by me to-night, Mendip.

      MENDIP. In the House?

      [MORE nods.]

      KATHERINE. Stephen!

      MENDIP. Mrs. More, you mustn't let him. It's madness.

      MORE. [Rising] You can tell people that to-morrow, Mendip. Give it a leader in 'The Parthenon'.

      MENDIP. Political lunacy! No man in your position has a right to fly out like this at the eleventh hour.

      MORE. I've made no secret of my feelings all along. I'm against this war, and against the annexation we all know it will lead to.

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