The Collected Plays of George Bernard Shaw - 60 Titles in One Edition (Illustrated Edition). GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ protection at a certain payment per head, provided none of them were Christians. As I understand it, he tried to smuggle Sir Howrrd through under this compact, and the Sheikh found him out.

      DRINKWATER. Rawt, gavner. Thet’s jest ah it wors. The Kepn —

      REDBROOK (again suppressing him). Shut up, you fool, I tell you.

      SIR HOWARD (to Rankin). May I ask have you had any conversation with Lady Cicely on this subject?

      RANKIN (naively). Yes. (Sir Howard qrunts emphatically, as who should say “I thought so.” Rankin continues, addressing the court) May I say how sorry I am that there are so few chairs, Captain and gentlemen.

      KEARNEY (with genial American courtesy). Oh, THAT’s all right, Mr. Rahnkin. Well, I see no harm so far: it’s human fawlly, but not human crime. Now the counsel for the prosecution can proceed to prosecute. The floor is yours, Lady Waynflete.

      LADY CICELY (rising). I can only tell you the exact truth —

      DRINKWATER (involuntarily). Naow, down’t do thet, lidy —

      REDBROOK (as before). SHUT up, you fool, will you?

      LADY CICELY. We had a most delightful trip in the hills; and Captain Brassbound’s men could not have been nicer — I must say that for them — until we saw a tribe of Arabs — such nice looking men! — and then the poor things were frightened.

      KEARNEY. The Arabs?

      LADY CICELY. No: Arabs are never frightened. The escort, of course: escorts are always frightened. I wanted to speak to the Arab chief; but Captain Brassbound cruelly shot his horse; and the chief shot the Count; and then —

      KEARNEY. The Count! What Count?

      LADY CICELY. Marzo. That’s Marzo (pointing to Marzo, who grins and touches his forehead).

      KEARNEY (slightly overwhelmed by the unexpected profusion of incident and character in her story). Well, what happened then?

      LADY CICELY. Then the escort ran away — all escorts do — and dragged me into the castle, which you really ought to make them clean and whitewash thoroughly, Captain Kearney. Then Captain Brassbound and Sir Howard turned out to be related to one another (sensation); and then of course, there was a quarrel. The Hallams always quarrel.

      SIR HOWARD (rising to protest). Cicely! Captain Kearney: this man told me —

      LADY CICELY (swiftly interrupting him). You mustn’t say what people told you: it’s not evidence. (Sir Howard chokes with indignation.)

      KEARNEY (calmly). Allow the lady to proceed, Sir Howard Hallam.

      SIR HOWARD (recovering his selfcontrol with a gulp, and resuming his seat). I beg your pardon, Captain Kearney.

      LADY CICELY. Then Sidi came.

      KEARNEY. Sidney! Who was Sidney?

      LADY CICELY. No, Sidi. The Sheikh. Sidi el Assif. A noble creature, with such a fine face! He fell in love with me at first sight —

      SIR HOWARD (remonstrating). Cicely!

      LADY CICELY. He did: you know he did. You told me to tell the exact truth.

      KEARNEY. I can readily believe it, madam. Proceed.

      LADY CICELY. Well, that put the poor fellow into a most cruel dilemma. You see, he could claim to carry off Sir Howard, because Sir Howard is a Christian. But as I am only a woman, he had no claim to me.

      KEARNEY (somewhat sternly, suspecting Lady Cicely of aristocratic atheism). But you are a Christian woman.

      LADY CICELY. No: the Arabs don’t count women. They don’t believe we have any souls.

      RANKIN. That is true, Captain: the poor benighted creatures!

      LADY CICELY. Well, what was he to do? He wasn’t in love with Sir Howard; and he WAS in love with me. So he naturally offered to swop Sir Howard for me. Don’t you think that was nice of him, Captain Kearney?

      KEARNEY. I should have done the same myself, Lady Waynflete. Proceed.

      LADY CICELY. Captain Brassbound, I must say, was nobleness itself, in spite of the quarrel between himself and Sir Howard. He refused to give up either of us, and was on the point of fighting for us when in came the Cadi with your most amusing and delightful letter, captain, and bundled us all back to Mogador after calling my poor Sidi the most dreadful names, and putting all the blame on Captain Brassbound. So here we are. Now, Howard, isn’t that the exact truth, every word of it?

      SIR HOWARD. It is the truth, Cicely, and nothing but the truth. But the English law requires a witness to tell the WHOLE truth.

      LADY CICELY. What nonsense! As if anybody ever knew the whole truth about anything! (Sitting down, much hurt and discouraged.) I’m sorry you wish Captain Kearney to understand that I am an untruthful witness.

      SIR HOWARD. No: but —

      LADY CICELY. Very well, then: please don’t say things that convey that impression.

      KEARNEY. But Sir Howard told me yesterday that Captain Brassbound threatened to sell him into slavery.

      LADY CICELY (springing up again). Did Sir Howard tell you the things he said about Captain Brassbound’s mother? (Renewed sensation.) I told you they quarrelled, Captain Kearney. I said so, didn’t I?

      REDBROOK (crisply). Distinctly. (Drinkwater opens his mouth to corroborate.) Shut up, you fool.

      LADY CICELY. Of course I did. Now, Captain Kearney, do YOU want me — does Sir Howard want me — does ANYBODY want me to go into the details of that shocking family quarrel? Am I to stand here in the absence of any individual of my own sex and repeat the language of two angry men?

      KEARNEY (rising impressively). The United States navy will have no hahnd in offering any violence to the pure instincts of womanhood. Lady Waynflete: I thahnk you for the delicacy with which you have given your evidence. (Lady Cicely beams on him gratefully and sits down triumphant.) Captain Brassbound: I shall not hold you respawnsible for what you may have said when the English bench addressed you in the language of the English forecastle — (Sir Howard is about to protest.) No, Sir Howard Hallam: excuse ME. In moments of pahssion I have called a man that myself. We are glahd to find real flesh and blood beneath the ermine of the judge. We will all now drop a subject that should never have been broached in a lady’s presence. (He resumes his seat, and adds, in a businesslike tone) Is there anything further before we release these men?

      BLUEJACKET. There are some dawcuments handed over by the Cadi, sir. He reckoned they were sort of magic spells. The chahplain ordered them to be reported to you and burnt, with your leave, sir.

      KEARNEY. What are they?

      BLUEJACKET (reading from a list). Four books, torn and dirty, made up of separate numbers, value each wawn penny, and entitled Sweeny Todd, the Demon Barber of London; The Skeleton Horseman —

      DRINKWATER (rushing forward in painful alarm, and anxiety). It’s maw lawbrary, gavner. Down’t burn em.

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