60 Plays: The George Bernard Shaw Edition (Illustrated). GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ stay here and entertain Mrs Warren. Youll pick up Crofts in the garden. He’ll be excellent company for the bull-pup.

      PRAED [taking his hat from the dresser, and coming close to Frank] Come with us, Frank. Mrs Warren has not seen Miss Vivie for a long time; and we have prevented them from having a moment together yet.

      FRANK [quite softened, and looking at Praed with romantic admiration] Of course. I forgot. Ever so thanks for reminding me. Perfect gentleman, Praddy. Always were. My ideal through life. [He rises to go, but pauses a moment between the two older men, and puts his hand on Praed’s shoulder]. Ah, if you had only been my father instead of this unworthy old man! [He puts his other hand on his father’s shoulder].

      REV. S. [blustering] Silence, sir, silence: you are profane.

      MRS WARREN [laughing heartily] You should keep him in better order, Sam. Goodnight. Here: take George his hat and stick with my compliments.

      REV. S. [taking them] Goodnight. [They shake hands. As he passes Vivie he shakes hands with her also and bids her goodnight. Then, in booming command, to Frank] Come along, sir, at once. [He goes out].

      MRS WARREN. Byebye, Praddy.

      PRAED. Byebye, Kitty.

      [They shake hands affectionately and go out together, she accompanying him to the garden gate.]

      FRANK [to Vivie] Kissums?

      VIVIE [fiercely] No. I hate you. [She takes a couple of books and some paper from the writing-table, and sits down with them at the middle table, at the end next the fireplace].

      FRANK [grimacing] Sorry. [He goes for his cap and rifle. Mrs Warren returns. He takes her hand] Goodnight, dear Mrs Warren. [He kisses her hand. She snatches it away, her lips tightening, and looks more than half disposed to box his ears. He laughs mischievously and runs off, clapping-to the door behind him].

      MRS WARREN [resigning herself to an evening of boredom now that the men are gone] Did you ever in your life hear anyone rattle on so? Isn’t he a tease? [She sits at the table]. Now that I think of it, dearie, don’t you go encouraging him. I’m sure he’s a regular good-for-nothing.

      VIVIE [rising to fetch more books] I’m afraid so. Poor Frank! I shall have to get rid of him; but I shall feel sorry for him, though he’s not worth it. That man Crofts does not seem to me to be good for much either: is he? [She throws the books on the table rather roughly].

      MRS WARREN [galled by Vivie’s indifference] What do you know of men, child, to talk that way of them? Youll have to make up your mind to see a good deal of Sir George Crofts, as he’s a friend of mine.

      VIVIE [quite unmoved] Why? [She sits down and opens a book]. Do you expect that we shall be much together? You and I, I mean?

      MRS WARREN [staring at her] Of course: until youre married. Youre not going back to college again.

      VIVIE. Do you think my way of life would suit you? I doubt it.

      MRS WARREN. Y o u r way of life! What do you mean?

      VIVIE [cutting a page of her book with the paper knife on her chatelaine] Has it really never occurred to you, mother, that I have a way of life like other people?

      MRS WARREN. What nonsense is this youre trying to talk? Do you want to shew your independence, now that youre a great little person at school? Don’t be a fool, child.

      VIVIE [indulgently] Thats all you have to say on the subject, is it, mother?

      MRS WARREN [puzzled, then angry] Don’t you keep on asking me questions like that. [Violently] Hold your tongue. [Vivie works on, losing no time, and saying nothing]. You and your way of life, indeed! What next? [She looks at Vivie again. No reply].

      Your way of life will be what I please, so it will. [Another pause]. Ive been noticing these airs in you ever since you got that tripos or whatever you call it. If you think I’m going to put up with them, youre mistaken; and the sooner you find it out, the better. [Muttering] All I have to say on the subject, indeed! [Again raising her voice angrily] Do you know who youre speaking to, Miss?

      VIVIE [looking across at her without raising her head from her book] No. Who are you? What are you?

      MRS WARREN [rising breathless] You young imp!

      VIVIE. Everybody knows my reputation, my social standing, and the profession I intend to pursue. I know nothing about you. What is that way of life which you invite me to share with you and Sir George Crofts, pray?

      MRS WARREN. Take care. I shall do something I’ll be sorry for after, and you too.

      VIVIE [putting aside her books with cool decision] Well, let us drop the subject until you are better able to face it. [Looking critically at her mother] You want some good walks and a little lawn tennis to set you up. You are shockingly out of condition: you were not able to manage twenty yards uphill today without stopping to pant; and your wrists are mere rolls of fat. Look at mine. [She holds out her wrists].

      MRS WARREN [after looking at her helplessly, begins to whimper] Vivie —

      VIVIE [springing up sharply] Now pray don’t begin to cry. Anything but that. I really cannot stand whimpering. I will go out of the room if you do.

      MRS WARREN [piteously] Oh, my darling, how can you be so hard on me? Have I no rights over you as your mother?

      VIVIE. A r e you my mother?

      MRS WARREN. Am I your mother? Oh, Vivie!

      VIVIE. Then where are our relatives? my father? our family friends? You claim the rights of a mother: the right to call me fool and child; to speak to me as no woman in authority over me at college dare speak to me; to dictate my way of life; and to force on me the acquaintance of a brute whom anyone can see to be the most vicious sort of London man about town. Before I give myself the trouble to resist such claims, I may as well find out whether they have any real existence.

      MRS WARREN [distracted, throwing herself on her knees] Oh no, no.

      Stop, stop. I am your mother: I swear it. Oh, you can’t mean to turn on me — my own child! it’s not natural. You believe me, don’t you? Say you believe me.

      VIVIE. Who was my father?

      MRS WARREN. You don’t know what youre asking. I can’t tell you.

      VIVIE [determinedly] Oh yes you can, if you like. I have a right to know; and you know very well that I have that right. You can refuse to tell me if you please; but if you do, you will see the last of me tomorrow morning.

      MRS WARREN. Oh, it’s too horrible to hear you talk like that. You wouldn’t — you couldn’t leave me.

      VIVIE [ruthlessly] Yes, without a moment’s hesitation, if you trifle with me about this. [Shivering with disgust] How can I feel sure that I may not have the contaminated blood of that brutal waster in my veins?

      MRS WARREN. No, no. On my oath it’s not he, nor any of the rest that you have ever met. I’m certain of that, at least.

      [Vivie’s eyes fasten sternly on her mother as the significance of this flashes on her.]

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