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      AN IDEAL HUSBAND A PLAY

       by

       OSCAR WILDE

       methuen & co. ltd.

       36 essex street w.c. london

       First Published, at 1s. net, in 1912

       This book was First Published in 1893

       First Published (Second Edition) by Methuen & Co. February

       1908

       Third Edition

       October

       1909

       Fourth edition

       October

       1910

       Fifth Edition

       May

       1912

       THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY THE EARL OF CAVERSHAM, K.G. VISCOUNT GORING, his Son

       SIR ROBERT CHILTERN, Bart., Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs VICOMTE DE NANJAC, Attache at the French Embassy in London MR. MONTFORD

       MASON, Butler to Sir Robert Chiltern PHIPPS, Lord Goring's Servant JAMES }

       HAROLD } Footmen LADY CHILTERN LADY MARKBY

       THE COUNTESS OF BASILDON

       MRS. MARCHMONT

       1

       MISS MABEL CHILTERN, Sir Robert Chiltern's Sister

       MRS. CHEVELEY

       THE SCENES OF THE PLAY

       Act I. The Octagon Room in Sir Robert Chiltern's House in Grosvenor Square. Act II. Morning-room in Sir Robert Chiltern's House.

       Act III. The Library of Lord Goring's House in Curzon Street. Act IV. Same as Act II.

       Time: The Present

       Place: London.

       The action of the play is completed within twenty-four hours. THEATRE ROYAL, HAYMARKET

       Sole Lessee: Mr. Herbert Beerbohm Tree

       Managers: Mr. Lewis Waller and Mr. H. H. Morell

       January 3rd, 1895

       The Earl of Caversham Mr. Alfred Bishop. Viscount Goring

       Mr. Charles H. Hawtrey. Sir Robert Chiltern

       Mr. Lewis Waller. Vicomte de Nanjac Mr. Cosmo Stuart. Mr. Montford

       Mr. Harry Stanford. Phipps

       Mr. C. H. Brookfield.

       Mason

       Mr. H. Deane. James

       Mr. Charles Meyrick. Harold

       Mr. Goodhart. Lady Chiltern

       Miss Julia Neilson. Lady Markby

       Miss Fanny Brough. Countess of Basildon Miss Vane Featherston. Mrs. Marchmont

       Miss Helen Forsyth. Miss Mabel Chiltern Miss Maud Millet. Mrs. Cheveley

       Miss Florence West.

       2

       FIRST ACT SCENE

       The octagon room at Sir Robert Chiltern's house in Grosvenor Square.

       [The room is brilliantly lighted and full of guests. At the top of the staircase stands lady chiltern, a woman of grave Greek beauty, about twenty-seven years of age. She receives the guests as they come up. Over the well of the staircase hangs a great chandelier with wax lights, which illumine a large eighteenth-century French tapestry--representing the Triumph of Love, from a design by Boucher--that is stretched on the staircase wall. On the right is the entrance to the music-room. The sound of a string quartette is faintly heard. The entrance on the left leads to other reception-rooms. mrs. marchmont and lady basildon, two very pretty women, are seated together on a Louis Seize sofa. They are types of exquisite fragility. Their affectation of manner has a delicate charm. Watteau would have loved to paint them.]

       mrs. marchmont. Going on to the Hartlocks' to-night, Margaret?

       lady basildon. I suppose so. Are you?

       mrs. marchmont. Yes. Horribly tedious parties they give, don't they?

       lady basildon. Horribly tedious! Never know why I go. Never know why I go anywhere. mrs. marchmont. I come here to be educated.

       lady basildon. Ah! I hate being educated!

       mrs. marchmont. So do I. It puts one almost on a level with the commercial classes, doesn't it? But dear Gertrude Chiltern is

       always telling me that I should have some serious purpose in life. So I come here to try to find one.

       lady basildon. [Looking round through her lorgnette.] I don't see anybody here to-night whom one could possibly call a serious purpose. The man who took me in to dinner talked to me about his wife the whole time.

       mrs. marchmont. How very trivial of him!

       lady basildon. Terribly trivial! What did your man talk about?

       mrs. marchmont. About myself.

       lady basildon. [Languidly.] And were you interested?

       mrs. marchmont. [Shaking her head.] Not in the smallest degree. lady basildon. What martyrs we are, dear Margaret!

       mrs. marchmont. [Rising.] And how well it becomes us, Olivia!

       [They rise and go towards the music-room. The vicomte de nanjac, a young attache known for his neckties and his Anglomania, approaches with a low bow, and enters into conversation.]

       mason. [Announcing guests from the top of the staircase.] Mr. and Lady Jane Barford. Lord Caversham.

       [Enter lord caversham, an old gentleman of seventy, wearing the riband and star of the Garter. A fine Whig type. Rather like a

       portrait by Lawrence.]

       lord caversham. Good evening, Lady Chiltern! Has my good-for-nothing young son been here?

       lady chiltern. [Smiling.] I don't think Lord Goring has arrived yet.

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       mabel chiltern. [Coming up to lord caversham.] Why do you call Lord Goring good-for-nothing?

       [mabel chiltern is a perfect example of the English type of prettiness, the apple-blossom type. She has all the fragrance and freedom

       of a flower. There is ripple after ripple of sunlight in her hair, and the little mouth, with its parted lips, is expectant, like the mouth of a child. She has the fascinating tyranny of youth, and the astonishing courage of innocence. СКАЧАТЬ