The Complete Plays of J. M. Barrie - 30 Titles in One Edition. Джеймс Барри
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Название: The Complete Plays of J. M. Barrie - 30 Titles in One Edition

Автор: Джеймс Барри

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      SIM. Greg, Greg! you are flying in the face of the law of England.

      GREG. I say it’s a da — da — da —

      SIM. Greg!

      PROCTOR. This discussion is getting hot. Perhaps I had better clear the air with a song, the little thing that you two composed.

      GREG. But we composed it about ourselves.

      PROCTOR. It suits me better than you. But I am willing to pay for it.

      SIM. There’s generosity.

      PROCTOR. I will pay for it by prox —

      SIM and GREG. You can have it for nothing.

      PROCTOR. Thank you, The music for song is started, PROCTOR hesitates, yawns.

      PROCTOR. No, it is too great a fag. You shall sing it for me instead.

      GREG. At last!

      SIM. Always considerate!

      PROCTOR. But remember, you are to sing it about me — not about yourselves.

      GREG. Da —

      SIM. Hush!

      TRIO. — BULLDOGS and PROCTOR.

       When I was a — when he was a little child

       Only two or three,

       All the household went quite wild

       Out of love for — he.

       Cooks and housemaids came to kiss,

       Crowding for their duty,

       And the reason for all of this,

       Was our — my — his too — too — too —

       His too fatal beauty.

       When I was a — when he was a little man,

       Only just of age,

       Off to London then he ran,

       And became the rage.

       High and low they loved us so — him so,

       And claimed him for their booty;

       And the reason well I know,

       Was our — was my — was his too — too — too —

       His too — too fatal beauty.

      DANCE.

      PROCTOR takes the applause meant for BULLDOGS and exit.

      SIM. You can say it now, Greg.

      GREG. —— —— — !

      BULLDOGS exeunt arm in arm, R. Enter OFFICERS and JACK.

      MILITARY CHORUS. — JACK and OFFICERS.

      OFFICERS. We are conscious that we slightly condescend,

      JACK. Right turn!

      OFFICERS. But we couldn’t go and disoblige a friend,

      JACK. Left turn!

      OFFICERS. Yet it’s infra dig., you see,

       For such warriors as we

       To come out to cakes and tea

       At a school.

      JACK. Stand at ease!

      JACK. Now a midnight oyster supper would be nice,

      OFFICERS. Very nice!

      JACK. Or anything with just a touch of vice;

      OFFICERS. Just a spice

      JACK. But coming fresh, you know,

       From slaughtering the foe,

       It’s just a trifle slow

       At a school!

      OFFICERS. Mark time

      OFFICERS. Now a midnight oyster supper would be nice,

      JACK. Right turn!

      OFFICERS. Or anything with just a touch of vice;

      JACK. Left turn!

      OFFICERS. But coming fresh, you know,

       From slaughtering the foe,

       It’s just a trifle slow

       At a school!

      JACK. Dress line!

      JACK. Yet from the invitation it is clear,

      OFFICERS. Quite clear!

      JACK. There are maids whose leisure moments we may cheer;

      OFFICERS. Hear! Hear!

      JACK. So as a soldier brave

       Is ever beauty’s slave,

       We had a wash and shave,

       And we’ve come!

      OFFICERS. Yet from the invitation it is clear,

      JACK. Left turn!

      OFFICERS. There are maids whose leisure moments we may cheer;

      JACK. Right turn!

      OFFICERS. So as a soldier brave

       Is ever beauty’s slave,

       We had a wash and shave,

       And we’ve come!

      JACK. Stand at ease!

       Enter MISS SIMS and JANE ANNIE.

      MISS S. How dare you come here!

      JACK. We come by invitation, madam. Haw!

      MISS S. Whose invitation?

      JACK. Yours.

      MISS S. I invite you here! You are mad!

      JACK. We had a letter from you.

      MISS S. (distracted). Oh, these letters! (Talks aside to JANE ANNIE.)

      JACK (to 1ST OFFICER). Never mind her. I want you all to flirt outrageously with the other girls, and while Miss Sims is trying to stop you I shall bolt with Bab. Do you think you could do that, old man? (OFFICER СКАЧАТЬ