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pollen/tutorial/play/act 1.pmd

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Morning-room in Algernons flat in Half-Moon Street. The room is luxuriously and artistically furnished. The sound of a piano is heard in the adjoining room.
[**Lane** is arranging afternoon tea on the table, and after the music has ceased, **Algernon** enters.]
**Algernon.** Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?
**Lane.** I didnt think it polite to listen, sir.
**Algernon.** Im sorry for that, for your sake. I dont play accurately—any one can play accurately—but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.
**Lane.** Yes, sir.
**Algernon.** And, speaking of the science of Life, have you got the cucumber sandwiches cut for Lady Bracknell?
**Lane.** Yes, sir. [Hands them on a salver.]
**Algernon.** [Inspects them, takes two, and sits down on the sofa.] Oh! . . . by the way, Lane, I see from your book that on Thursday night, when Lord Shoreman and Mr. Worthing were dining with me, eight bottles of champagne are entered as having been consumed.
**Lane.** Yes, sir; eight bottles and a pint.
**Algernon.** Why is it that at a bachelors establishment the servants invariably drink the champagne? I ask merely for information.
**Lane.** I attribute it to the superior quality of the wine, sir. I have often observed that in married households the champagne is rarely of a first-rate brand.
**Algernon.** Good heavens! Is marriage so demoralising as that?
**Lane.** I believe it _is_ a very pleasant state, sir. I have had very little experience of it myself up to the present. I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person.
**Algernon.** [Languidly.] I dont know that I am much interested in your family life, Lane.
**Lane.** No, sir; it is not a very interesting subject. I never think of it myself.
**Algernon.** Very natural, I am sure. That will do, Lane, thank you.
**Lane.** Thank you, sir. [**Lane** goes out.]
**Algernon.** Lane's views on marriage seem somewhat lax. Really, if the lower orders dont set us a good example, what on earth is the use of them? They seem, as a class, to have absolutely no sense of moral responsibility.
[Enter **Lane**.]
**Lane.** Mr. Ernest Worthing.
[Enter **Jack**.]
[**Lane** goes out.]
**Algernon.** How are you, my dear Ernest? What brings you up to town?
**Jack.** Oh, pleasure, pleasure! What else should bring one anywhere? Eating as usual, I see, Algy!
**Algernon.** [Stiffly.] I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five oclock. Where have you been since last Thursday?
**Jack.** [Sitting down on the sofa.] In the country.
**Algernon.** What on earth do you do there?
**Jack.** [Pulling off his gloves.] When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.
**Algernon.** And who are the people you amuse?
**Jack.** [Airily.] Oh, neighbours, neighbours.
**Algernon.** Got nice neighbours in your part of Shropshire?
**Jack.** Perfectly horrid! Never speak to one of them.
**Algernon.** How immensely you must amuse them! [Goes over and takes sandwich.] By the way, Shropshire is your county, is it not?
**Jack.** Eh? Shropshire? Yes, of course. Hallo! Why all these cups? Why cucumber sandwiches? Why such reckless extravagance in one so young? Who is coming to tea?
**Algernon.** Oh! merely Aunt Augusta and Gwendolen.
**Jack.** How perfectly delightful!
**Algernon.** Yes, that is all very well; but I am afraid Aunt Augusta wont quite approve of your being here.
**Jack.** May I ask why?
**Algernon.** My dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is perfectly disgraceful. It is almost as bad as the way Gwendolen flirts with you.
**Jack.** I am in love with Gwendolen. I have come up to town expressly to propose to her.
**Algernon.** I thought you had come up for pleasure? . . . I call that business.
**Jack.** How utterly unromantic you are!
**Algernon.** I really dont see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, Ill certainly try to forget the fact.
**Jack.** I have no doubt about that, dear Algy. The Divorce Court was specially invented for people whose memories are so curiously constituted.
**Algernon.** Oh! there is no use speculating on that subject. Divorces are made in Heaven—[**Jack** puts out his hand to take a sandwich. **Algernon** at once interferes.] Please dont touch the cucumber sandwiches. They are ordered specially for Aunt Augusta. [Takes one and eats it.]
**Jack.** Well, you have been eating them all the time.
**Algernon.** That is quite a different matter. She is my aunt. [Takes plate from below.] Have some bread and butter. The bread and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and butter.
**Jack.** [Advancing to table and helping himself.] And very good bread and butter it is too.
**Algernon.** Well, my dear fellow, you need not eat as if you were going to eat it all. You behave as if you were married to her already. You are not married to her already, and I dont think you ever will be.
**Jack.** Why on earth do you say that?
**Algernon.** Well, in the first place girls never marry the men they flirt with. Girls dont think it right.
**Jack.** Oh, that is nonsense!
**Algernon.** It isnt. It is a great truth. It accounts for the extraordinary number of bachelors that one sees all over the place. In the second place, I dont give my consent.
**Jack.** Your consent!
**Algernon.** My dear fellow, Gwendolen is my first cousin. And before I allow you to marry her, you will have to clear up the whole question of Cecily. [Rings bell.]
**Jack.** Cecily! What on earth do you mean? What do you mean, Algy, by Cecily! I dont know any one of the name of Cecily.
[Enter **Lane**.]
**Algernon.** Bring me that cigarette case Mr. Worthing left in the smoking-room the last time he dined here.
**Lane.** Yes, sir. [**Lane** goes out.]
**Jack.** Do you mean to say you have had my cigarette case all this time? I wish to goodness you had let me know. I have been writing frantic letters to Scotland Yard about it. I was very nearly offering a large reward.
**Algernon.** Well, I wish you would offer one. I happen to be more than usually hard up.
**Jack.** There is no good offering a large reward now that the thing is found.
[Enter **Lane** with the cigarette case on a salver. **Algernon** takes it at once. **Lane** goes out.]
**Algernon.** I think that is rather mean of you, Ernest, I must say. [Opens case and examines it.] However, it makes no matter, for, now that I look at the inscription inside, I find that the thing isnt yours after all.
**Jack.** Of course its mine. [Moving to him.] You have seen me with it a hundred times, and you have no right whatsoever to read what is written inside. It is a very ungentlemanly thing to read a private cigarette case.
**Algernon.** Oh! it is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldnt. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldnt read.
**Jack.** I am quite aware of the fact, and I dont propose to discuss modern culture. It isnt the sort of thing one should talk of in private. I simply want my cigarette case back.
**Algernon.** Yes; but this isnt your cigarette case. This cigarette case is a present from some one of the name of Cecily, and you said you didnt know any one of that name.
**Jack.** Well, if you want to know, Cecily happens to be my aunt.
**Algernon.** Your aunt!
**Jack.** Yes. Charming old lady she is, too. Lives at Tunbridge Wells. Just give it back to me, Algy.
**Algernon.** [Retreating to back of sofa.] But why does she call herself little Cecily if she is your aunt and lives at Tunbridge Wells? [Reading.] From little Cecily with her fondest love.
**Jack.** [Moving to sofa and kneeling upon it.] My dear fellow, what on earth is there in that? Some aunts are tall, some aunts are not tall. That is a matter that surely an aunt may be allowed to decide for herself. You seem to think that every aunt should be exactly like your aunt! That is absurd! For Heavens sake give me back my cigarette case. [Follows **Algernon** round the room.]
**Algernon.** Yes. But why does your aunt call you her uncle? From little Cecily, with her fondest love to her dear Uncle Jack. There is no objection, I admit, to an aunt being a small aunt, but why an aunt, no matter what her size may be, should call her own nephew her uncle, I cant quite make out. Besides, your name isnt Jack at all; it is Ernest.
**Jack.** It isnt Ernest; its Jack.
**Algernon.** You have always told me it was Ernest. I have introduced you to every one as Ernest. You answer to the name of Ernest. You look as if your name was Ernest. You are the most earnest-looking person I ever saw in my life. It is perfectly absurd your saying that your name isnt Ernest. Its on your cards. Here is one of them. [Taking it from case.] Mr. Ernest Worthing, B. 4, The Albany. Ill keep this as a proof that your name is Ernest if ever you attempt to deny it to me, or to Gwendolen, or to any one else. [Puts the card in his pocket.]
**Jack.** Well, my name is Ernest in town and Jack in the country, and the cigarette case was given to me in the country.
**Algernon.** Yes, but that does not account for the fact that your small Aunt Cecily, who lives at Tunbridge Wells, calls you her dear uncle. Come, old boy, you had much better have the thing out at once.
**Jack.** My dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. It is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isnt a dentist. It produces a false impression,
**Algernon.** Well, that is exactly what dentists always do. Now, go on! Tell me the whole thing. I may mention that I have always suspected you of being a confirmed and secret Bunburyist; and I am quite sure of it now.
**Jack.** Bunburyist? What on earth do you mean by a Bunburyist?
**Algernon.** Ill reveal to you the meaning of that incomparable expression as soon as you are kind enough to inform me why you are Ernest in town and Jack in the country.
**Jack.** Well, produce my cigarette case first.
**Algernon.** Here it is. [Hands cigarette case.] Now produce your explanation, and pray make it improbable. [Sits on sofa.]
**Jack.** My dear fellow, there is nothing improbable about my explanation at all. In fact its perfectly ordinary. Old Mr. Thomas Cardew, who adopted me when I was a little boy, made me in his will guardian to his grand-daughter, Miss Cecily Cardew. Cecily, who addresses me as her uncle from motives of respect that you could not possibly appreciate, lives at my place in the country under the charge of her admirable governess, Miss Prism.
**Algernon.** Where is that place in the country, by the way?
**Jack.** That is nothing to you, dear boy. You are not going to be invited . . . I may tell you candidly that the place is not in Shropshire.
**Algernon.** I suspected that, my dear fellow! I have Bunburyed all over Shropshire on two separate occasions. Now, go on. Why are you Ernest in town and Jack in the country?
**Jack.** My dear Algy, I dont know whether you will be able to understand my real motives. You are hardly serious enough. When one is placed in the position of guardian, one has to adopt a very high moral tone on all subjects. Its ones duty to do so. And as a high moral tone can hardly be said to conduce very much to either ones health or ones happiness, in order to get up to town I have always pretended to have a younger brother of the name of Ernest, who lives in the Albany, and gets into the most dreadful scrapes. That, my dear Algy, is the whole truth pure and simple.
**Algernon.** The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!
**Jack.** That wouldnt be at all a bad thing.
**Algernon.** Literary criticism is not your forte, my dear fellow. Dont try it. You should leave that to people who havent been at a University. They do it so well in the daily papers. What you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.
**Jack.** What on earth do you mean?
**Algernon.** You have invented a very useful younger brother called Ernest, in order that you may be able to come up to town as often as you like. I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose. Bunbury is perfectly invaluable. If it wasnt for Bunburys extraordinary bad health, for instance, I wouldnt be able to dine with you at Williss to-night, for I have been really engaged to Aunt Augusta for more than a week.
**Jack.** I havent asked you to dine with me anywhere to-night.
**Algernon.** I know. You are absurdly careless about sending out invitations. It is very foolish of you. Nothing annoys people so much as not receiving invitations.
**Jack.** You had much better dine with your Aunt Augusta.
**Algernon.** I havent the smallest intention of doing anything of the kind. To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week is quite enough to dine with ones own relations. In the second place, whenever I do dine there I am always treated as a member of the family, and sent down with either no woman at all, or two. In the third place, I know perfectly well whom she will place me next to, to-night. She will place me next Mary Farquhar, who always flirts with her own husband across the dinner-table. That is not very pleasant. Indeed, it is not even decent . . . and that sort of thing is enormously on the increase. The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing ones clean linen in public. Besides, now that I know you to be a confirmed Bunburyist I naturally want to talk to you about Bunburying. I want to tell you the rules.