The Plays of Oscar Wilde. Оскар Уайльд

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

      The Plays

      1. Lady Windermere’s Fan

      2. A Woman Of No Importance

      3. An Ideal Husband

       4. The Importance of Being Earnest

       5. Classic Literature: Words and Phrases Adapted from the Collins English Dictionary

       About the Author

       History of Collins

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN

       The persons of the play

      LORD WINDERMERE

      LORD DARLINGTON

      LORD AUGUSTUS LORTON

      MR. DUMBY

      MR. CECIL GRAHAM

      MR. HOPPER

      PARKER, Butler

      LADY WINDERMERE

      THE DUCHESS OF BERWICK

      LADY AGATHA CARLISLE

      LADY PLYMDALE

      LADY STUTFIELD

      LADY JEDBURGH

      MRS. COWPER-COWPER

      MRS. ERLYNNE

      ROSALIE, Maid

      ACT ONE

      SCENE: Morning-room of Lord Windermere’s house in Carlton House Terrace, London. The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hours, beginning on a Tuesday afternoon at five o’clock, and ending the next day at 1.30 p.m. TIME: The present. Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R. Sofa with small tea-table L. Window opening on to terrace L. Table R.

      LADY WINDERMERE is at table R., arranging roses in a blue bowl.

      Enter PARKER.

      PARKER: Is your ladyship at home this afternoon?

      LADY WINDERMERE: Yes – who has called?

      PARKER: Lord Darlington, my lady.

      LADY WINDERMERE (hesitates for a moment): Show him up – and I’m at home to any one who calls.

      PARKER: Yes, my lady. (Exit C.)

      LADY WINDERMERE: It’s best for me to see him before to-night. I’m glad he’s come.

      Enter PARKER C.

      PARKER: Lord Darlington.

      Enter LORD DARLINGTON C. Exit PARKER.

      LORD DARLINGTON: How do you do, Lady Windermere?

      LADY WINDERMERE: How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I can’t shake hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. Aren’t they lovely? They came up from Selby this morning.

      LORD DARLINGTON: They are quite perfect. (Sees a fan lying on the table.) And what a wonderful fan! May I look at it?

      LADY WINDERMERE: Do. Pretty, isn’t it? It’s got my name on it, and everything. I have only just seen it myself. It’s my husband’s birthday present to me. You know to-day is my birthday?

      LORD DARLINGTON: No? Is it really?

      LADY WINDERMERE: Yes, I’m of age to-day. Quite an important day in my life, isn’t it? That is why I am giving this party to-night. Do sit down. (Still arranging flowers.)

      LORD DARLINGTON: (sitting down): I wish I had known it was your birthday, Lady Windermere. I would have covered the whole street in front of your house with flowers for you to walk on. They are made for you. (A short pause.)

      LADY WINDERMERE: Lord Darlington, you annoyed me last night at the Foreign Office. I am afraid you are going to annoy me again.

      LORD DARLINGTON: I, Lady Windermere?

      Enter PARKER and FOOTMAN C, with tray and tea things.

      LADY WINDERMERE: Put it there, Parker. That will do. (Wipes her hands with her pocket-handkerchief, goes to tea-table L., and sits down.) Won’t you come over, Lord Darlington?

      Exit PARKER C.

      LORD DARLINGTON (takes chair and goes across L.C.): I am quite miserable, Lady Windermere. You must tell me what I did. (Sits down at table L.)

      LADY WINDERMERE: Well, you kept paying me elaborate compliments the whole evening.

      LORD DARLINGTON (smiling): Ah, nowadays we are all of us so hard up, that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments. They’re the only things we can pay.

      LADY WINDERMERE (shaking her head): No, I am talking very seriously. You mustn’t laugh, I am quite serious. I don’t like compliments, and I don’t see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn’t mean.

      LORD DARLINGTON: Ah, but I did mean them. (Takes tea which she offers him.)

      LADY WINDERMERE (gravely): I hope not. I should be sorry to have to quarrel with you, Lord Darlington. I like you very much, you know that. But I shouldn’t like you at all if I thought you were what most other men are. Believe me, you are better than most other men, and I sometimes think you pretend СКАЧАТЬ