The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: 150+ Titles in One Edition. Oscar Wilde

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СКАЧАТЬ Arthur? And you tell me there is nothing between you?

      MRS. ERLYNNE. Lady Windermere, before Heaven your husband is guiltless of all offence towards you! And I - I tell you that had it ever occurred to me that such a monstrous suspicion would have entered your mind, I would have died rather than have crossed your life or his - oh! died, gladly died! [Moves away to sofa R.]

      LADY WINDERMERE. You talk as if you had a heart. Women like you have no hearts. Heart is not in you. You are bought and sold. [Sits L.C.]

      MRS. ERLYNNE. [Starts, with a gesture of pain. Then restrains herself, and comes over to where LADY WINDERMERE is sitting. As she speaks, she stretches out her hands towards her, but does not dare to touch her.] Believe what you choose about me. I am not worth a moment’s sorrow. But don’t spoil your beautiful young life on my account! You don’t know what may be in store for you, unless you leave this house at once. You don’t know what it is to fall into the pit, to be despised, mocked, abandoned, sneered at - to be an outcast! to find the door shut against one, to have to creep in by hideous byways, afraid every moment lest the mask should be stripped from one’s face, and all the while to hear the laughter, the horrible laughter of the world, a thing more tragic than all the tears the world has ever shed. You don’t know what it is. One pays for one’s sin, and then one pays again, and all one’s life one pays. You must never know that. - As for me, if suffering be an expiation, then at this moment I have expiated all my faults, whatever they have been; for tonight you have made a heart in one who had it not, made it and broken it. - But let that pass. I may have wrecked my own life, but I will not let you wreck yours. You - why, you are a mere girl, you would be lost. You haven’t got the kind of brains that enables a woman to get back. You have neither the wit nor the courage. You couldn’t stand dishonour! No! Go back, Lady Windermere, to the husband who loves you, whom you love. You have a child, Lady Windermere. Go back to that child who even now, in pain or in joy, may be calling to you. [LADY WINDERMERE rises.] God gave you that child. He will require from you that you make his life fine, that you watch over him. What answer will you make to God if his life is ruined through you? Back to your house, Lady Windermere - your husband loves you! He has never swerved for a moment from the love he bears you. But even if he had a thousand loves, you must stay with your child. If he was harsh to you, you must stay with your child. If he ill-treated you, you must stay with your child. If he abandoned you, your place is with your child.

      [LADY WINDERMERE bursts into tears and buries her face in her hands.]

      [Rushing to her.] Lady Windermere!

      LADY WINDERMERE. [Holding out her hands to her, helplessly, as a child might do.] Take me home. Take me home.

      MRS. ERLYNNE. [Is about to embrace her. Then restrains herself. There is a look of wonderful joy in her face.] Come! Where is your cloak? [Getting it from sofa.] Here. Put it on. Come at once!

      [They go to the door.]

      LADY WINDERMERE. Stop! Don’t you hear voices?

      MRS. ERLYNNE. No, no! There was no one!

      LADY WINDERMERE. Yes, there is! Listen! Oh! that is my husband’s voice! He is coming in! Save me! Oh, it’s some plot! You have sent for him.

      [Voices outside.]

      MRS. ERLYNNE. Silence! I’m here to save you, if I can. But I fear it is too late! There! [Points to the curtain across the window.] The first chance you have, slip out, if you ever get a chance!

      LADY WINDERMERE. But you?

      MRS. ERLYNNE. Oh! never mind me. I’ll face them.

      [LADY WINDERMERE hides herself behind the curtain.]

      LORD AUGUSTUS. [Outside.] Nonsense, dear Windermere, you must not leave me!

      MRS. ERLYNNE. Lord Augustus! Then it is I who am lost! [Hesitates for a moment, then looks round and sees door R., and exits through it.]

      [Enter LORD DARLINGTON, MR. DUMBY, LORD WINDERMERE, LORD AUGUSTUS LORTON, and MR. CECIL GRAHAM.

      DUMBY. What a nuisance their turning us out of the club at this hour! It’s only two o’clock. [Sinks into a chair.] The lively part of the evening is only just beginning. [Yawns and closes his eyes.]

      LORD WINDERMERE. It is very good of you, Lord Darlington, allowing Augustus to force our company on you, but I’m afraid I can’t stay long.

      LORD DARLINGTON. Really! I am so sorry! You’ll take a cigar, won’t you?

      LORD WINDERMERE. Thanks! [Sits down.]

      LORD AUGUSTUS. [To LORD WINDERMERE.] My dear boy, you must not dream of going. I have a great deal to talk to you about, of demmed importance, too. [Sits down with him at L. table.]

      CECIL GRAHAM. Oh! We all know what that is! Tuppy can’t talk about anything but Mrs. Erlynne.

      LORD WINDERMERE. Well, that is no business of yours, is it, Cecil?

      CECIL GRAHAM. None! That is why it interests me. My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people’s.

      LORD DARLINGTON. Have something to drink, you fellows. Cecil, you’ll have a whisky and soda?

      CECIL GRAHAM. Thanks. [Goes to table with LORD DARLINGTON.] Mrs. Erlynne looked very handsome tonight, didn’t she?

      LORD DARLINGTON. I am not one of her admirers.

      CECIL GRAHAM. I usen’t to be, but I am now. Why! she actually made me introduce her to poor dear Aunt Caroline. I believe she is going to lunch there.

      LORD DARLINGTON. [In Purple.] No?

      CECIL GRAHAM. She is, really.

      LORD DARLINGTON. Excuse me, you fellows. I’m going away tomorrow. And I have to write a few letters. [Goes to writing table and sits down.]

      DUMBY. Clever woman, Mrs. Erlynne.

      CECIL GRAHAM. Hallo, Dumby! I thought you were asleep.

      DUMBY. I am, I usually am!

      LORD AUGUSTUS. A very clever woman. Knows perfectly well what a demmed fool I am - knows it as well as I do myself.

      [CECIL GRAHAM comes towards him laughing.]

      Ah, you may laugh, my boy, but it is a great thing to come across a woman who thoroughly understands one.

      DUMBY. It is an awfully dangerous thing. They always end by marrying one.

      CECIL GRAHAM. But I thought, Tuppy, you were never going to see her again! Yes! you told me so yesterday evening at the club. You said you’d heard -

      [Whispering to him.]

      LORD AUGUSTUS. Oh, she’s explained that.

      CECIL GRAHAM. And the Wiesbaden affair?

      LORD AUGUSTUS. She’s explained that too.

      DUMBY. СКАЧАТЬ