Price 35 Cents A ROYALTY PLAY MOLLY BAWN BY MARIE DORAN Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation Successor to Dick & Fitzgerald New York SOME NEW PLAYS t/^ MOLLY BAWN# 35 cents. A comedy drama in 4 acts, by Marie Doran. 7 male, 4 female characters (or by doubling, 5 male and 3 female). Time, about 2 hours. Based upon incidents from a story by *'The Duchess. "_ The story is woven about Eleanor Masserene {Molly Bawn), whose mother eloped with a young Irishman, which has so embittered her grandfather that he disinherited her. After many years of loneliness he sends for Molly. How the coquettish heiress wins the hard, old man» is worked out in the play sometimes in a comedy setting and again in strong dramatic tenseness. $10.00 royalty per performance by amateurs, -^UNACQUAINTED WITH WORK; or. Married la Thirty Days. 25 cents. A comedy in 5 acts, by O. E. Young. 6 male, 6 female charac- ters. I interior scene. Time, 2 hours. Charles Chester^ a young man of leisure, succeeds in running up several bills. At last his landlord, ^«£r^ill be more cautious in the future. MARCL4. One cannot be too cautious in the presence of people one cannot trust ! (Looking at Molly) Sir Wm. Now, now, I will not have this bickering. What is the use of embittering our lives with sharp words and anger ? You see how good-natured I am ! I am an example! If there were more people like me in the world, what a very pleasant place it would be to live in ! Marcia. Shall I bring your medicine here, grand- father? Molly. I will give Sir William his medicine. Marcia. You are quite certain I can do nothing for you? Sir Wm. No, — you may go. Marcl\ (turns toward d. l.). If you want me, I will come to you immediately. [EXIT d. l. Sir Wm. Close the door, Marcia, and don't listen at the keyhole. Molly. Oh, grandfather! (Laugh) Marcia will be mortally offended! Sir Wm. Marcia irritates me. (Laying his hand on Molly's) Ah, Molly, if you had not come here — I think Marcia might have had me in my grave. Molly (with a sharp outcry). Grandfather! Sir Wm. What's the matter, child? Molly. You frightened me ! Sir Wm. You don't want to think of me dying, do you? Molly. No, no — ^not for many years Sir Wm. (patting her hand as she resumes her seat) . 60 Molly Bawn That 's a good child. Now listen to me ; when I quarreled with your mother and father, I cut them out of my will ; but I'm sorry for that, I'm sorry. (Sadly) Poor Eleanor ! She must have endured great deprivation. Molly. We did ; sometimes we suffered. Sir Wm. My poor child ; I must try to make it up to you. I have sent for my solicitor, Mr. Blake. I am going to change my will, and remember you handsomely, very handsomely. Molly (earnestly), I do not wish you to think that I want your love only for the sake of also winning your money. I do love you, grandfather — (An arm about Ms neck) you are the father of my darling mother — oh ! I don't see how you could treat her as you did; she was so good — so self-sacrificing. She taught me to pray for you, when I was a wee tiny child — when I could scarcely lisp the words — '*God bless grandfather and preserve him in health." (Rising, turning a step to R. Sir William much affected) Her life was so sad — so un- justly sad ; we can never make that up, grandfather, no matter how bitterly we regret. It is buried with her, in her grave. (Bowing her face in her hands, weeping) Sir Wm. (solemnly). Eleanor. (MohLY advances to him, kneeling beside him r.) How you remind me of her! It seems as if she stood before me. She was my only daughter, yet she was the one to thwart me most. I did not forgive. I left her to pine for the luxuries to which she had been accustomed. I let her wear her heart out, waiting for pardon, and now she is dead! I cannot tell her she is pardoned, nor can I beg for her forgiveness. Molly. Dear grandfather, she did forgive — she had not a single bitter thought of you. (Kneeling) Sir Wm. Eleanor, it is I who should kneel to you, since she is gone forever. I ask forgiveness of you, her child. I will make any atonement in my power, just to hear you say, *' Grandfather, in mother's name, I for- give you ! ' ' Molly. In her name, I forgive you. Molly Bawn 61 I Sir Wm. (brokenly). God bless you, child 1 God [less you ! (Molly rises and turns r., pausing a moment ) ENTER Robert d. r. Robert. Sir William. Sir Wm. What is it, Robert? Robert. Mr. Blake is in the library. Sir Wm. I will see him immediately. (Rising. To Molly) Mr. Blake is my solicitor — I expected him. Robert, your arm. (Turning up, meeting Robert, who advances) Ah, I am not so young as I was — but I know what I want — justice — justice shall be done. (Molly on the other side of him, accompanies him to d. r.) Molly. It has been done, grandfather. Thank you, thank you from my heart. (Kissing his hand. EXIT Sir William and Robert d. r. Sighing) Oh, dear! What a dreadfully melancholy ending to a pleasant after- noon! (Advances down to table c.) If I only had Teddy to quarrel with! It does brighten one up so to have a good row! (Seeing letters on table, picks them up) Now, who's this from? (Scanning envelope) It looks like — ;yes — it is — Teddy's writing! Teddy! who went away never to come back! (Hastily opens letter) At least he swore he never would! Now I suppose he wants all his presents returned. Well, he '11 not get them. ENTER quickly d. l. Luttrell. Luttrell. Molly Molly. Oh ! great grief ! Where did you come from ? Luttrell (advancing quickly). Prom London! j Molly. What brought you here? Luttrell. An express Oh, Molly, Molly [Advancing) Molly (retreating). Don't come near me — I just re- ceived your letter — I wasn't going to read it ^ Luttrell. You opened it (Indicating letter) Molly. I hadn 't the least idea who it was from, {Looking at it sideways) 62 Molly Bawn LuTTRELL. Don't botlier to read it — throw your armji around my neck and say you're glad to see me! Molly. I shall do nothing of the sort. LuTTRELL. You cive glad Molly, No, I 'm not. It was exceedingly rude of you) to burst in here without rapping. How did you know I was here, and — alone 1 LuTTRELL. That's just why I burst in — ^thinking I might catch you Molly. Catch me ! LUTTRELL. With Captain Shadwell! Molly. How dare you ! Luttrell. Oh, I've heard all about your flirtation with him — that 's what brought me down here. Molly. Please to remember that we are no longer engaged. Look there! {SJio wing her left liand, wifhout the ring) Luttrell. Oh, I didn't expect to see my ring on your finger — but I'll bet it's in your pocket. Molly. I have no pocket. Luttrell. Now see here, Molly, I'm not going to be thrown over. You belong to me just as much as if you had seventeen rings on every finger, both thumbs and every toe of your dear little foot — I mean feet. Under- stand, I mean what I say. Molly. Then you are not consistent, because when you went away three weeks ago, you swore you would never come back, never think of me, and never, never speak to me again ! Luttrell. I didn't mean that. But you refused to explain why you so suddenly changed your mind and decided to remain here. Molly. I couldn't tell you. Luttrell. Could, but wouldn't. Molly (downl. c). Honestly, couldn't. Luttrell. Let me see those hands. (Xing, taldng her hands) Bare! Then you haven't promised to marry Captain Shadwell t Molly Bawn 63 Molly. Not yet, but there's no telling what may lappen. (Sighing) LuTTRELL. Where is your ring ? Molly. I threw it away, long ago I LuTTRELL. Threw it away ! ( Taking hold of a chain •about her neck; the ring is attached to chain) What's this? Molly. Teddy! {Throwing her arms about his neck) LuTTRELL. You dear little story teller! (Embrace) ENTER Potts d. l. Potts. By Jove! (Pausing, gazing at Molly and LvTTREhij, who break away quickly) What a shock! I beg pardon! (Molly xes to R.) LuTTRELL (exasperated). Oh, confound you ! (Xinq to R. end of table) What do you want here? Potts. I just dropped in. LuTTRELL. You Can just drop out again. Potts. Now don't be rude. (Advancing down l, c.) LuTTRELL. We'll excuse you. Potts. I'm in no hurry. (Sits in chair l. c. Lut- TRELL XES impatiently to Molly r. c.) Molly. I am very sorry you came in, Mr. Potts. (Xing toward Potts) Potts. It was — a shock ! The doctor says shocks are bad for my nerves, but I tell him he's a frump, because every time I experience a shock I gain three pounds ! I do, really! Molly. If you continue to gain at the rate of three pounds for every shock, I am afraid that by to-morrow (morning you may not be able to crowd through the door- way. I don't want to be responsible for such an awful result, so we'll leave you as you are. Come, Ted. (Running toward d. l.) Do hurry. (Luttrell xes quickly to D. L.) Hurry, or Mr. Potts may swell up and 3urst ! [EXIT d. l. Molly and Luttrell, laughing Potts (xes c. and turns, looking around after them). By Jove I Really! {Tapping his arm, and^ shoxdders)^ 64" Molly Bawn I think I lost that time. Can it be she does not love me'ti By Jove, that would be a shock ! ENTER Shadwell d. r. Shadwell. My dear Potts Potts. My dear Shadwell Shadwell {advancing c.)« What's the matter? You look upset. Potts. I am. Shadwell. Indeed? Ill ring for something. (A step toward R.) Potts. Not a drop! {Fervently) Oh, Shadwell, Shadwell! Shadwell. "What in the name of heaven is the matter with you? {Advancing l.) Potts. I 'm in love ! Shadwell. I thought so — with Lady Cecil? Potts. By Jove 1 no ! with Miss Masserene ! Shadwell {sharply). Miss Masserene? Potts. She is the loveliest creature I ever saw — ^like ''renus, or — ^Minerva, or — or — what's her name? Shadwell. I'm sure I don't know. {To extreme R.) Potts. She's lovelier than any goddess on earth ! Shadwell. There are no goddesses on earth — they are all in mythology. Potts. There is nothing in life I wouldn't do for that girl — I tell you, nothing, nothing — ^nothing — do you hear! Shadwell. I do, but I advise you not to let your emotions choke you. Potts {mournfully). But she, she wouldn't look at me ! , Shadwell. Wouldn't she? How extremely distress-j ing. Suppose you cheer up — remember, women never know their own minds at first. She may yet acknowledge your perfections and throw herself into your armsj Think of that! Potts {joyously). By Jove! if she did — what §hock! ij Molly Bawn 65 Shadwell. Where could she get a better fellow! ** Faint heart,*' you know. Pluck up spirit, and attack her boldly. Potts. Boldly? I understand. You mean — a — that is — you advise — a — er — yes, I understand — I under- stand Shadwell. Throw yourself at her feet ! Potts. I will, by Jove, I will! Shadwell. To-morrow Potts. Now! {Quickly ^ ivUh long strides to d. l.) [EXIT d. l. Shadwell. Idiot! But that clears the way for me. (Xes to piano and plays. ENTER Robert d. r., carry- ing screen) Ah, Robert. (Looking at him) What's that for? Robert (xing to l., placing screen as it ivas in Act II). Sir William wishes it replaced. Shadwell. Sir William's temper has greatly im- proved in the last few weeks, don't you think so, Robert? Robert. Wonderful, sir! Shadwell. Since Miss Masserene came, remarkable change, eh? Robert. Wonderful, sir! {Returning to c.) Shadwell. She appears to have great influence over him? Robert. Wonderful, sir! (Xing^od. r.) Shadwell {at piano). Has Sir William come down to dinner? Robert. He is in the library with Mr. Blake. Shadwell. His confidential adviser. Robert. Yes, sir. [EXIT d. r. ShadW'ELl {musingly). Blake! H'm! that means something. (Molly appears at balustrade outside c. window) Molly {mock heroic manner). Save me! save me! Shadwell ( quickly) . From what ? Molly. Mr. Potts ! Shadw^ell. Oh! {Laughing as he goes quickly to window) Poor Potts! 66 Molly Bawn Molly. He's pursuing me with the awful determina- tion of telling me he loves me ! Do help me through this window — perhaps he will not find me. (Shadwell as- sists her to climb through window) There! {Draws curtain across window) Oh, I hope he's lost! As though anybody could ever think of marrying Potts! Ugh! It gives me goose-flesh! (Xes to fireplace and extends hands toward blaze. Shadwell, near fireplace, looks at her hands) Imagine going through life and be- ing introduced as Plan-taj-e-net Potts! (Laughing) ENTEE Marcia d. l. Shadwell a^id Molly do not see her. She pauses a moment^ then advances noise- lessly UP L. and GOES behind screen. Shadwell {laughing). Or Mrs. Planty Potts! {Looking at ring on Molly's finger) What a handsome ring ! Was it a present ? Molly. Of course — could I ever afford to buy such a ring? Shadwell. Will you think me rude if I ask you — who gave it you ? Molly. Oh — Captain — now how can I answer that? {Lau-ghing coquettishly, as she xes slowly toward c.) Shadwell {following her; earnestly). Molly, be seri- ous, I beg — tell me the truth — are you engaged? Is there anything between you and — Ted Luttrell? Molly. Well, if I must confess it, there is. Sfiadw^ell. As I feared ! it is true Molly. Quite true — there is a great deal of space be- tween us — more than there is — between — you and me! {Eyeing him coquettishly) Shadwell {advancing to her). How you love to tor- ture me ! If I only dared believe that I could come be- tween you and — all the world! . Molly {quoting). "He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who fears to put it to the touch To win or lose it ail. ' ' Molly Bawn 67 SiiADWELL. I fear nothing — except the thought of losing you. Whether I Avin or lose, I -must speak now. {Taking her Jiands) What can I tell you that you do not already know? I love you — ^jMolly, I love you Molly. Philip — I forbid you! Shadwell. Forbid ! ]\IoLLY [drawing away Jier hands). You must not speak like that — I was only jesting. SiiADWELL. Jesting — you think you can play with me as you play with Luttrell {Grasping her hands) ENTER D. c. Luttrell. Throws open the curtains at c. ivindow and goes down r. to c. Luttrell. Release that lady's hands instantly! Molly {advancing between them). Stop — not an- other word — I forbid it. Captain Shadwell, will you go? Shadwell. I object to being dismissed in this curt manner — I have a right to expect Molly {quickly). Nothing — from me Spiadwell. I understand. {Bowing to her) I beg your pardon. {To- Luttrell) We cannot quarrel in the presence of this lady — but if you think you have any grievance to settle with me, I will be happy to discuss it with you whenever you are ready. {Bowing) Luttrell. I '11 kill you ! Shadwell. Perhaps you may try — but I shall en- deavor to prevent you from succeeding. (Xing to d. l.) Au revoir! [EXIT d. l. Molly {nervously). Teddy Luttrell {sternly). Let me look at you — let me see how brazenly you can carry out, your deception to the end — the end, do you hear? Molly. Of what am I accused? Luttrell. Treachery! How innocent you look — yet in your heart you are laughing at me — you never loved me — I was mad to believe in 3'ou ! IMolly. You are mad — if you accuse me of decep- tion. 68 Molly Bawn LuTTRELL. I am glad — that I have found you out ]\IoLLY. Found me out ! Teddy LuTTKELL. Do YOU deny that you have been flirting openly with Captain Shadwell? Molly. I do not deny it, but I deny that I was ever false to you, in thought or word! LuTTRELL. You cxpect me to believe that? Molly. It's the truth! {Advancing a step to him) LuTTRELL. I refuse to believe it — I am sick of being toi'tnred. You may marry Captain Shadwell or any one you please — I am done with you! (A step to r.) Molly {near l. of table, after brief pause). Do you — do YOU mean that — our engagement — is ended LuTTRELL. Ended — forever. JMoLLY. You won 't — believe me ? LUTTRELL. No. Molly {slowly draivs off ring and advances to table; tearfully). Ended — forever. Here — is — your — ring. {Lays it on table) LuTTRELL {in loiv tone). You may keep it. Molly {moving the ring toward Jiim). It would hurt me — after what you said. {Turning up c.) Perhaps when you look at it, you may think of me — a little LuTTRELL {ivratJiftdly) . I do not wish to think of you again! {Snatches up ring and throws it into the fireplace) Never! (Goes up r.) Molly {sharp outcry). Oh, what have you done! {Quickly xes to fireplace) You have destroyed it — you have burned my ring — my ring! {Kneeling in front of fire, weeping violently) Luttrell {near her, bitterly). You weep for this ornament — for its glitter — as false as your eyes, your promises Molly. Oh, do not speak to me — you have said enough — go — leave me ! {Standing near fireplace, weep- ing) Luttrell {drawing bach). I will — you — heartless, treacherous girl! [EXIT quickly c. window Molly. My ring! My pretty ring! Oh, Teddy I Molly Bawn 69 If only you had not been so cruel! {Kneeling in front of fire) Perhaps if I could save it and show it to him, he might believe me! {Takes poker and rakes in coals for ring) There it is! My pretty ring! Oh, Teddy! How could you! {Draws ring from fire, looks at it) Oh, it's all black— it's ruined— like my life! Teddy! Teddy! {Weeping, sinks into chair at fireplace) ENTER Shadwell d. l. SuADWEhL {advancing qidckly) . Molly (Molly tiirns to him indignantly) What has distressed you? Molly {indignantly). You have — you are the cause of all my misery. {Rising) Shadwell. I would rather die than cause you un- happiness. MoLhY {wrathfully). I wish you would! I hate you ! Shadwell. Milly — be careful! Molly. I do- -I do — I do — you have driven him away — we are separated forever. Shadwell. Are you alluding to Luttrell ? Molly. Yes, I am. Shadwell. You weep for a man who has flung you aside, who, for a mere suspicion, in a jealous fit of rage, renounces you — while I — for your slightest wish, I would risk life ! Molly. I do not want your life — I despise you ! He was righ'. He thought me false — I have not been fair to him, and now it is too late to tell him. Shadwell. Tell him what ? Molly. Tell him I love him — I do love him, and I am not ashamed to say it ! I Shadwell {sarcastically). It is a pity that such love as yours should have met with such a poor return. IMoLLY. You are incapable of judging him! Pie is all that is true and noble, while you — you are a coward ! Shadwell. You shall have cause to repent those words ! i 70 Molly Bawn / ENTER D. R. Sir William. i Sir Wm. Well, my young friends, is dinner ready? (Advancing) Have I kept you waiting? {Glances at SiiADWELL, who is fvowning and does not reply. Then he looks at Molly r. She is wiping the tears from her eyes) What's all this? Molly in tears? What does this mean? (Marcia steps quickly forward from he- hind, screen l. c.) Marcia. I will tell you! Molly {in surprise). Marcia! Marcia. Sir William shall know what kind of a woman you really are I {Glaring at Molly) Sir Wm. {sternly). Marcia! Marcia. It is true, Sir William — you have been im- posed upon — by this girl, who will bring disgrace upon herself and shame to you. Sir Wm. Shame to me — how so? Marcia. By her scandalous conduct with Captain Shadwell and Mr. Luttrell ! Sir Wm. {sternly, astonished), Molly! — can I be- lieve my own ears ! Molly (xes to Sir Wm.). Every word is false, grandfather. I care nothing for Captain Shadwell, and my engagement to — to Mr. Luttrell — is — broken. {Tear- fully) See, there is my ring — {Showing it) all that is left of it, and my hopes. {Looking at Shadwell) Captain Shadwell can tell you that I speak the truth ! Sir Wm. {to Shadwell). Philip, can you exonerate Molly from this charge of dishonorable conduct? Shadwell {down r.). I should be only too happy were it in my power to do so. Unfortunately, Miss Mas- serene is not so faultless as she wishes to appear. j Molly {indignantly). Oh! You know I refused you! I Shadwell. To my everlasting regret. But you can- 1 not deny that you accepted my attentions, and encour- \ aged me to the length where I had a right to believe that you cared for me? \ \ Molly Bawn 71 Molly. Grandfather, it's not true Marcia (l. c). It is true! And all the time you were engaged to Mr. Lutti-ell ! Sir Wm. (seriously) . Eleanor, these charges are very serious — I will not tolerate a scandal under my roof! Is there any truth in what they say? Molly. It is true that I was engaged to Ted, it is also true that Captain Shadwell declared his love for me — even after he saw this ring on my finger ! And it is true that I told him I despised him ! Marcia heard all this ! Marcl\. I ? Molly. ''Hiding and listening to conversations that are not meant to be overheard is not a strictly honor- able amusement!" Shadwell. Bravo! Miss Masserene, I congratulate you; you are an excellent actress; you will undoubtedly make a great success upon the professional stage — if you ever reach it. Sir Wm. {in rage). Silence, sir! Do not mention the stage in my hearing ! My granddaughter will never go upon the stage — she will remain with me ! You, sir, leave my house, and take your cousin Marcia with you — you care nothing for me — neither of you — you want my money! But you shall not have it — not one farthing! To-morrow I will sign my will, and this is my heiress, Molly Bawn! {An arm about Molly) Molly. Grandfather, do not excite yourself, it will make you ill Marcia. You mean to disinherit me ? Sir Wm. I have already done so — I disown you — both of you! Marcia {in rage). This is your gratitude after my sacrifices — you tyrant — you madman! You crush me with a blow — you scatter my hopes like ashes in the wind — you promised me my reward — you have lied to me! Sir Wm. {in great rage). Stop her — out of my sight —go— you — you {He pauses, overcome) Molly. Grandfather 72 Molly Bawn Sir Wm. Eleanor — my child — (faintly) my child (Falls heavily to floor) Molly (in horror). Oh, help, help me (Kneel- ing beside Sir William) Marcia. I hate you — I curse you — I curse you both ! ENTER Robert quickly d. r. followed by Lady Cecil. Molly (to Marcia). You have done this. (To Sir William) Grandfather, speak to me — it is Eleanor — it is your own Molly Bawn — (Placing hand over his heart) Grandfather! (She pauses a moment, then utters a cry of despair) Oh! (7'o Marcia) You have killed him! You murderess! (Falling on knees beside Sir William, weeping. The others regard Marcia in horror and astonishment) Molly and Sir William down c. Marcia l. of c. Shad WELL r. of c. Robert and Lady Cecil above table c. CURTAIN Molly Bawn 73 ACT IV SCENE. — One month later. Scene the same cfn in Act III, ivith the exception of a few slight changes in the arrangement of the furniture. The screen has heen removed from. l. The table from c. stands L. c. with chair r. of it. The divan nov^ stands l., near flat. Tete-a-tete that was down r. c. now faces the fireplace. Arm-chair hack against r. flat. Single chair down r. of c. Piano closed. Curtains on doors and window partly closed. DISCOVERED Potts seated down r., staring stolidly ahead, prim and motionless. ENTER Sarah O'Donnell d. r. Sarah {observing Potts). Glory be! {Advancing) Faith, would it be aixin' too much of ye if I was to in- quire your name ? Potts {staring at Sarah). By Jove! Sarah. By Jove, is it? I don't think much o' that for a name. Potts. You misunderstand. Sarah. Did I aix your name ? Potts. Yes, but Sarah. And didn't you say *'By Jove"? Potts. Yes, but that's not my name. Sarah. Don 't you know your name, little boy ? Potts. Madam, I am a man, by Jove — a full grown man, and my name is Plantagenet Potts ! Sarah. Plantagenet Potts! Glory be to goodness! Will yez listen to that ! Sure, I 've heard tell o ' yez be- fore now, from Miss Molly herself, bless her heart ! Potts. Miss Molly! You don't mean to say — that is — ah — you are Sarah {brusquely). Spheak out — what's hinderin' ye? Have yez got the mumps? Potts. You misunderstand, my good woman. I called, that is, I just dropped in 74 Molly Bawn Sarah. When no one was lookin' — faith, some folks is sint to jail for less nor that. (To L. c.) Potts (rising). I was very well acquainted with the late Sir William — such a shock ! Sarah. A shock is it ! Ton me conscience, I 'm that scart 'tis a wonder I 'm not in a better world before now. Potts. Poor Sir William ! such a dear old gentleman ! So kindly, so amiable, so pleasantly, so — so Sarah. Yis, yis — every one says so — now he 's dead — but whin he was alive I 'd hate to be af ther repatin ' the names they called him. (To l.) Potts {advancing to c), I came to see one of the ladies. Sarah. There's only one in the house, and you're lookin ' at her with your two eyes. Potts. You are — Miss Sarah (courtesy). Sarah O'Donnell, of County Dar- ragh — did yez ever hear tell of it, Mr. Motts ? Potts. Potts — Potts, my dear Miss O'Donnell. Sarah. Mr. Potts — or kittles — what kind of a name is that to have anyhow ? Potts. I understand Sir William left most of his for- tune to Miss Masserene? (c.) Sarah. Then yez understand more than any one else — though 'tis no more than he should do, seein' how he treated her poor mother, who was his own daughter, and the finest lady that ever walked on two feet! (Sharply) Faith, I know what I'm talkin' about — didn't I raise Miss Molly from a wee bit of a baby, no higher than me thumb nail — an' many's the night I walked the floor with her — ah, she'd a foine pair of lungs for screechin'! And when the poor young Missus died, wasn 't I there to close her sweet eyes, and fold her poor thin hands '- (Wiping Tier eyes on her apron) Potts. It is most distressing, Miss O'Donnell — I am sure Miss Molly deserves to inherit her grandfather's money. Sarah. She do deserve it. Potts. And I hope she will not be disappointed. Molly Bawn 75 Sarah. There's no tellin' — the old gentleman was that — that — what's this they're afther eallin' it? Potts. Eccentric ? Sarah. The very word — sure it stuck in me throat. But if he's gone and forgotten Miss Molly, bad luck to him! I'll plant onions on his grave! And there's no worse luck than that I could be afther doin' him! There's no chance of his goin' to heaven at all, at all, with the smell of onions liangin ' to his coat tails ! Potts. I sincerely hope your worst fears will not be realized. {Bows to her) Sarah. You're a nice little boy to be talkin' so smooth for the benefit of the wee lamb. (Advancing to Mm) Have yez any intintion back of it? Potts. Intention ? Sarah. Intintion. Is that too big a word for yez ? Potts. By Jove! (Down r. c.) I don't compre- hend ! Sarapi (xing to c). You don't comprehend! Well thin I'll be afther tellin' yez in plain Irish. If you're thinkin ' of makin ' love to Miss Molly for the sake of the money — if she gets it — I '11 boost yez through the windy, as sure as me name's 'Donnell ! Potts. By Jove ! That would be a shock ! Mv dear lady Sarah. I'm not your dear lady — I'm not relation to yez at all, at all — faith I 'm glad to say it. Now will yez have a glass of milk and a piece of bread and sugar, or what do yez want here anyway? - Potts. I called to pay my respects to Miss Masserene, if she is not engaged? Sarah. It's none of your business whether she's en- gaged or not — the impudence! Do you think she'd be afther tellin' you what's nobody's business, savin' her own ? Potts. May I speak to her? Sarah. I have me doubts! She's not doin' much talkin' since Sir William died — if you're a mind to sit here, I'll aix her. {Turning up to d. r.) And if I'm 76 Molly Bawn not back inside of three hours, yez can find your way out without a lantern, Mr. Lotts Potts. Potts—Potts— Planty Potts ! Sarah. Planty Potts! Heaven forgive your mother for bestowin' such a name on yez! Ain't it killin'! [EXIT D. K. Potts (down c). By Jove! ENTER D. L. Marcia. Potts (ohserving lier). All! Marcia {advancing). Mr. Potts. Potts. My deepest sympathy, dear Miss Amherst — by Jove! Wasn't it awful! Marcia. You mean Sir William's death? (Xing ^0 R. c.) Potts (l. c). Yes — so unexpected. Marcia. Yes — it came as a great sorrow to me — poor dear grandfather — I cannot realize that he is gone from us forever! How I miss his gentle face, his dear voice! I am not of a demonstrative nature, which m.akes me seem unfeeling, but I keep my grief buried in my heart, where no one can read it. Potts. That 's just like me ! I am so tender-hearted — sometimes I — I cry about — nothing! {^YMmpering) By Jove ! I do ! really ! Marcia. Sit down, Mr. Potts. {Bits R. c.) Potts. Thank you so much. {Sits l. c.) . Marcia. I suppose you know that we are to hear the reading of Sir William's will to-day? Potts {quickly, rising). No! Marcia. Yes. Potts. Oh ! Marcia. Sit down. Potts. Thanks awfully! {Resuming seat) Marcia. You were a great favorite with Sir William. Potts {surprised). Was I? Marcia. He often spoke of you — I would not be sur- prised if he has left you a memento of his esteem. Molly Bawn 77 Potts (quicJdy). I hope so — {Correcting) I mean, I should be very grateful, by Jove ! Marcia. The bulk of the fortune, including this house, must of necessity be divided between Captain Shadwell and myself. Potts. Indeed ? Marcia. We are the only heirs. Potts. Indeed ? Marcia. The will was made some time ago, in our favor. Potts. Indeed ? Marcia. And Sir William loved Philip and me very dearly. Potts. Indeed? Marcia {rising). Will you remain for the reading? Potts. If I may. Marcia. You may. I am mistress in this house. Potts {rising). Then you think that — your cousin, Miss Masserene, has not been remembered by Sir William? Marcia {icily). The person to whom you refer will inherit nothing. (Xing to fireplace) Before he died. Sir William was fully aware of her real character, her sinister motive in coming here, pretending great affection for him. She has continued to remain under this roof contrary to my wishes — brazen creature! But to-day she must go, in bitter disappointment and humiliation. Potts. Dear me! How very painful! Marcia. In the long run, deceit does not pay. ENTER D. R. Sarah. Potts. And I thought her so charming! What a shock ! Sarah. Mr. Potts, would it be too much of a shock if I was to tell yez that Miss Molly will see yez on the verandah ! Potts. By Jove ! ( Turning up toivard r. ) It would be very delightful. 78 Molly Bawn Sarah. Follow j'our nose an' turn to the right — then .turn to the left, and there yez are ! Potts. Thanks awfully, Miss 'Murphy. [EXIT D. R. Sarah (glaring at Marcia. Aside). Ah, bad luck to that one ! She's a divil if ever there was one in skirts. [EXIT R., after Potts ENTER Shad WELL d. l., Marcla facing liim. Marcia {surprised). Philip! I did not expect to see you here ! Shad WELL. I did not come of my own free will ; this unpleasant business made it compulsory. Marcla. Won 't you shake hands with me f {Advanc- ing ^ offering lier Jiand) ShadW'Ell. It would be an act of hypocrisy for me to do so — if you will excuse me. {Bowing^ turning DOWN L. c.) Marcl\. Was it not hypocrisy when you permitted Sir William to believe that Molly was guilty of dishonor- able conduct? — or have you another word, more agree- able to your conscience? Shad WELL. I had my own score to settle with Molly! I had no thought of your grievance in settling that score. Marcia. I know that you have ceased to care for me — I stood behind the screen an^ heard you declare your love for her — just as she had once stood there and heard me say Shadwell. That you wished Sir William dead! That you would not hesitate to hasten his end — you have your wish — more, you are responsible for his death ! Marcia {strongly). Philip! how dare you say that? Shadwell. You knew his feeble condition — you knew rage and excitement would seriously affect his heart — you deliberately worked him to a frenzy, hoping for a fatal result — you killed him — as much as though you had shot him through the heart ! Marcia. Oh! Philip! Philip! {Sinking on her knees leside Mm) Spare me! Pity me! I wanted the Molly Bawn 79 money, for you — not for myself — I knew he contem- plated changing his will, and we would 1)0 left penni- less. All I did was for your sake {Rising) You must stand by me ! SiiADWELL (xiNG to n. c.) . I havc already told you, I am done with you. I do not know who will get the money, ])ut I hope it will be M0II3' Masserene ! Marcia {hitterly). And if it is, you will try to marry her! Shad WELL. I certainly will ! Marcl\. You will not get your wish — you traitor! Sir William died before he signed a new will ! What I did was for your sake — whether you acknowledge it or not — it was for love of you ! If you want to see me pun- ished for loving you, so be it ! But you can never have a peaceful mind, knowing that what has happened was for your sake ! Shadwell. You better keep your priceless affection for some one else. I shall never be more to you than I am now — and that is — nothing. [EXIT through c. ivindow MARCL4. Nothing! And I have sacrificed all! {Turning to d. l.) Is there anywhere in all this world a heart more desolate, more crushed than mine! For nothing! [EXIT d. l. ENTER D. R. Sarah, followed hy Luttrell. Sarail Come in — whist a cushla — glory be! You're a sight for the saints! Not a word above a whisper — it'll be the grandest surprise since me great grandfather took the measles! {Cautiously closes d. r., advancing DOWN R. c. Luttrell advances down l. c.) Luttrell {his manner suhdued) . Thank you, Sarah, for your warm welcome. But if the truth must be known, I am very sorry I had to come here. Sarah. Sorry, is it ? Luttrell. Mr. Blake notified me that he particularly desired me to be present to-day, in fact, he insisted upon it. That is my only reason for coming. 80 Molly Bawn Sarah. Faith, you ought to be ashamed to say it. The oiigratitucle ! The loikes o' yez puttin' on airs! Sure, you don 't deserve to be let inside the door ! LuTTRELL. I don't pretend to deserve anything, Sarah, except disappointment, and — (Bitterly) I have had plenty of that. Sarah. Arrah, whose fault is it but your own and your bad timper! Ah ha, if I'd 'a' had the bringin' up o' yez, I'd 'a' walloped yez ! Look at Miss Molly LuTTRELL. Yes, you brought her up Sarah. I did, and ain 't she a credit to me ! the sweet bairn! She has no more timper than a sick cat! (Lijt- TRELL XES to L.) Slic's that good-uaturcd it makes me mad! Many's the time I've said to her, ''Why don't yez have some spirit?" but she only laughs at me! {Mysteriously to r.) Poor child! I don't think I've heard her laugh these four weeks — she's no more like the same Molly than if she was some one else. {Sits r. c.) Luttrell. It is quite natural that she should feel greatly distressed over Sir William's death, coming so suddenly. {Picking up magazine from tahle) It is fortunate she had a friend to comfort her. Sarah. That she had, poor dear, and it's meself com.e all the way from Rosedale, the minute she sent for me. Luttrell. I didn 't mean you. Sarah. Ye didn't? {Rising) I'm the only friend she has in this house. Luttrell {advancing a step). Isn't Captain Shad- w^ell here? Sarah. Bad cess to him ! the slathereene ! I'd like to throttle him with me two fists! He's tormentin' the poor darlin ' out of her sinses, and if I was her, I 'd take the broom-stick to him. Luttrell. What do you mean, Sarah? Sarah. I mean this — ain't he always squintin' at her, an' winkin' his two bold black eyes, an' thryin' to make love to her — an' she hatin' him, worse than the divil hates the Bible ! Luttrell {in amazement) . Hates him! Molly Bawn 81 Sarah. Of course she do ! Could she be afther loviii' two men at the same time? An' ain't she afther lovin' one till she's most kilt! LuTTRELL {turning back to L. disconsolately). I see — then she does love some one? (His hack to Sarah) Sarah (slyly). Yis — and do yez want to know who it is? LuTTRELL (quickly). No — never mind. Sarah. I'll tell yez anyhow, it'll do yez good to hear it— she 's afther lovin ' a fool — a loony — one of thim kind of min that don't know a prize when it's his! What do ye think o' that! LuTTRELL (sighing heavily). I have no right to ex- press any opinion regarding Miss Masserene's affairs. I suppose w^e cannot avoid meeting, but I assure her, through you, that I will not speak to her, nor distress her in any way. Sarah. That's a foine speech — may yez choke before 3^ez think of another loike it ! Luttrell (turns sharply toward Sarah). What! Sarah (up to d. r.). If I had your brains, I'd want to sell myself to the British army for a first class target I Oh, but yer thick — askin' yer pardon for speakin' the truth ! (Luttrell stands down l. c. near table, sighi^ig heavily as Sarah EXITS) [EXIT Sarah d. r. ENTER Molly c. window, not immediately observing Luttrell. She has an open letter in her hand. Molly (slowly advancing to fireplace, reading letter). Dear John ! He is so eager for me to return to Rosedale ! He shall not be kept waiting much longer ! Luttrell (turning toward her). I beg your par- don Molly. Oh ! (With a sharp start, facing him) Oh ! Teddy! (Advances joyously, then pauses abruptly, as Luttrell regards her coldly) Mr. Luttrell Luttrell (bowing frigidly). Miss Masserene. lam very sorry if I appear to intrude, but I came at Mr. Blake's request. 82 Molly Bawn Molly. Mr. Blake will be here in a few moments. Won't you sit down? LuTTRELL. Perhaps I better wait outside until Mr. Blake comes in. Molly. Oh, no — this room is quite large enough — I am sure we will not crowd each other. (Down to ex- treme R.) LuTTRELL. Thank you. (Down to extreme l.) Molly. Beautiful weather. LuTTRELL. Delightfully cool! Molly. Is your health good ? LuTTRELL. Perfect. Molly. S-o? LuTTRELL. How is your health ? Molly. I have been ill LuTTRELL {quicJdy). Ill — {Advancing apprehen- sively) Molly Molly. Mr. Luttrell LuTTRELL (pausing c). Miss Masserene. I am very sorry to hear it Molly. Yes, I might have died, only — I didn't. Luttrell. Have you quite recovered? Molly. No — sometimes I feel as though I am not long for this wicked world! {Sighing, as site advances a step) Luttrell. Molly — my dear Molly {Advancing) Molly. Sir ! Luttrell. Oh, what is the use of acting like a fool ? Molly. I suppose some people can't help it. Luttrell. I couldn't keep away from you — Mr. Blake did not ask me to come down here at all — I made it all up — I was mad to see you, so — I — lied! Molly. Oh, Teddy! {In mock horror) That's an awful sin ! Luttrell. You are my confessor, so you will have to give me a penance and grant me forgiveness. Molly {extending her hand). Oh, Teddy, I've had so much trouble — I feel as though I were a hundred years old and without a friend in the world ! Molly Bawn 83 LuTTRELL. If only you had sent for me 1 Molly. Would you have come ? LuTTRELL. Would I have come! Ask a drowning man if he will catch a rope ! Molly. But you are so wicked, Teddy! It is very hard to be good friends with you when, you are always quarreling with me, and running away. LUTTRELL. Suppose I promisc never to quarrel with you again, and never to run away? What would you say? Molly. I'd say Oh, I don't think I'd say any- thing but — Teddy ! {Throws arms about his neck. Loud rap is heard outside d. r. Molly and Luttrell separate, Molly to l., Luttrell r., both standing primly. The rap is repeated) Come in! ENTEE Sarah d. r. Sarah (glancing from one to the other suspiciously), Mr. Blake. Molly. Ask Mr. Blake to come in. Sarah (ojf d. r.). Come in, Mr. Blake. ENTER Mr. Blake d, r., carrying documents. Molly {advancing) . How do you do, Mr. Blake? Blake {advancing). My dear Miss Masserene. Molly. This is Mr. Luttrell— a friend— of the family. ENTER D. R. Shadwell, d. l. Marcl\, c. ivindow Potts. Molly xes to l. of table. Sarah. Will yez all sit down without askin'? Blake. I will stand, thank you. Sarah. Suit yourself. (Luttrell r. c. Shadwell at fireplace. Marcia up l. of c. Potts up at back. Sarah 7iear d. r. Molly down l. c. Blake c. ) Blake. My dear friends, if there is no objection, I will proceed with the reading of the last will of our late relative and friend, Sir William Amherst, who departed this life, with great suddenness, only four weeks ago. {Opens will, reads) ''The last will and testament of Sir William Amherst, baronet. I, Sir William Amherst, of 84 Molly Bawn Herst-Royal, being of sound mind and in possession of my will and all my faculties, do hereby proclaim this my last and only lawful testament. And I direct that it be administered accordingly. To Lady Cecil Stafford in memory of our old friendship, I leave the sum of two th ousand pounds. " Shadwell. Lady Cecil! Indeed. Blake {continuing). "To the only son of my good friend, John Blake, two thousand pounds." Molly. Your little boy. I am so glad. Blake {continuing) . "To each and every one of my servants, the sum of one thousand pounds and one year 's wages, except to Eobert Garvice, my loyal, faithful serv- ant, I leave the sum of two thousand pounds and five years' wages." Marcla {impatiently) . Go on, sir, if you please. Blake {continuing^ after pause). *'A11 the rest of the property, of which I die possessed, all the houses, lands, money and personal effects, I give and bequeath to — my beloved grandchild, Eleanor Masserene ! ' ' Marcia. Oh! {Staggering with amazement and rage) Molly {amazed, rising). Grandfather has left me— all this — to me? Blake. All to you, Miss Masserene. Molly. There must be some mistake. Blake. There is no mistake. Marcia {advancing in rage). It is false — it is the will of an imbecile — a madman ! It shall not be ! Blake {sternly). Pardon me. Miss Amherst — you will find it very unwise to attempt a contest. To dispute this will would be madness indeed ; my old friend, your grandfather, died in perfect possession of his senses, Marcia. It's a lie — I'll not believe it. The signature is false ! Blake. Look at it! (Marcia quickly advances and looks at will) You have often seen him sign his name Marcia. Yes — but I tell you he died before this will was prepared for him to sign I Molly Bawn 85 Blake. You are mistaken; the very day he died, I came here by appointment with this will ready, as you sec it. I sent him a letter to that effect Marcia (sharply). A letter Blake. Which he told me he had not received. Marcia. Oh ! And knowing this, you deceived me — you let me continue to think that I would be the mistress of Herst-Royal ! Blake. I may not be a gentleman in your estimation, but at least I am honorable enough to respect the con- fidence of my clients. Marcia. It was a mean revenge! (To Blake) I detest you— (To all) all of you (To Molly) It is worthy of you — you schemer — you outcast nobody — I wish you happiness with your ill-gotten w^ealth ! [EXIT wrathfully d. l. SHAD^VELL (xiNG to Molly). Permit me to con- gratulate you. It is only natural that you should in- herit. We might have known that even Sir William's worn and stony heart would not be proof against your grace and charm! (Bows and turns up l. Luttrell XES to fireplace and sits) Blake. My dear Miss Masserene Molly (advancing to Mm) . Oh, Mr. Blake — it is too much, I cannot accept it. Sarah. Glory be, me tongue is fast to the roof of me mouth with the news! Molly. We must give something to Marcia and Philip Sarah. Cive thim something is it! It's not so much as a pleasarc look I'd be afther givin' thim— the brace of divils ! Potts. By Jove! (Advancing) What a shock! Sarah (to Potts). Go 'long wid your shock! Potts. I think I will (Xing^od. l.) Shadwell. Come and have a brandy and soda. Potts. I think I will (Xing to d. l.) Al- though it never agrees with me. Shadwell, Come, Mr. Blake, will you join us? 86 Moliy Bawn 1 Blake. Presently. [EXIT Shadwell and Potts d. l. ■] Molly. It seems like a fairy tale ] Blake (to Molly). A very real one, my dear little ' friend. I congratulate you with all my heart. {Tak- ] ing her hand) I know how Sir William felt toward ] you, and I am glad he has made — atonement. J Molly. Thank you, thank you! (Blake EXITS 'i D. L.) Oh, Sarah! I must have a good cry! (Xes to \ Sarah, about to bury her face on Sarah's shoidder) Sarah (retreating) . Not on me best black cashmere! j Sure there's a manly bosom forninst ye if you're a mind I to weep. (Winking at Luttrell, theri turning to d. r.) ^ Pon me conscience, 'tis the finest news I've heard since ] me grandmother's weddin'! [EXIT d. r. | LuTTRELL (advancing, slowly). Molly, I too must \ congratulate you — it is a splendid piece of good for- ^ tune — for you. a Molly. Teddy, how solemn you look — you look as : though you were sorry. LuTTRELL. Perhaps I am Molly. Now what do you mean, you bad Teddy? ] LuTTRELL. Mean? Doesn't it mean ''Good-bye"? ; Molly (surprised). Good-bye? ' LuTTRELL. You are now a great heiress, while I am [ only a poor lieutenant in His Majesty's service — if I held \ you to your promise, it would look as though Molly. Not another word, sir! What do you sup- j pose it would look like to break our engagement? Do j you think you will be allowed to jilt me ? No, sir ! I '11 • buy you, if you 're not too expensive ! LuTTRELL. Molly, do you really mean that? ) Molly. I do, and to prove it, look there. (Shows ] ring on cJiain about her neck) Your ring, which you \ treated so cruelly — in a new setting! Now, sir, put it on 1 my finger! (Luttrell, laughing, does so) And say^ i ''My own Molly Bawn." \ Luttrell. My own Molly Bawn! 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