Six Short Plays eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 107 pages of information about Six Short Plays.

Six Short Plays eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 107 pages of information about Six Short Plays.
[The Stage, in the crude light, as empty now save for Frust, who, in the French windows, Centre, is mumbling his cigar; and Vane, Stage Right, who is looking up into the wings, Stage Left.]

Vane. [Calling up] That lighting’s just right now, Miller.  Got it marked carefully?

Electrics.  Yes, Mr Vane.

Vane.  Good. [To Frust who as coming down] Well, sir?  So glad——­

Frust. Mr Vane, we got little Miggs on contract?

Vane.  Yes.

Frust. Well, I liked that little pocket piece fine.  But I’m blamed if I know what it’s all about.

Vane. [A little staggered] Why!  Of course it’s a little allegory.  The tragedy of civilization—­all real feeling for Beauty and Nature kept out, or pent up even in the cultured.

Frust. Ye-ep. [Meditatively] Little Miggs’d be fine in “Pop goes the Weasel.”

Vane.  Yes, he’d be all right, but——­

Frust. Get him on the ’phone, and put it into rehearsal right now.

Vane.  What!  But this piece—­I—­I——!

Frust. Guess we can’t take liberties with our public, Mr Vane.  They want pep.

Vane. [Distressed] But it’ll break that girl’s heart.  I—­really—­I can’t——­

Frust. Give her the part of the ’tweeny in “Pop goes”.

Vane.  Mr Frust, I—­I beg.  I’ve taken a lot of trouble with this little play.  It’s good.  It’s that girl’s chance—­and I——­

Frust. We-ell!  I certainly thought she was fine.  Now, you ’phone up Miggs, and get right along with it.  I’ve only one rule, sir!  Give the Public what it wants; and what the Public wants is punch and go.  They’ve got no use for Beauty, Allegory, all that high-brow racket.  I know ’em as I know my hand.

     [During this speech miss Hellgrove is seen listening by the
     French window, in distress, unnoticed by either of them.]

Vane.  Mr Frost, the Public would take this, I’m sure they would; I’m convinced of it.  You underrate them.

Frust. Now, see here, Mr Blewitt Vane, is this my theatre?  I tell you, I can’t afford luxuries.

Vane.  But it—­it moved you, sir; I saw it.  I was watching.

Frust. [With unmoved finality] Mr Vane, I judge I’m not the average man.  Before “Louisa Loses” the Public’ll want a stimulant.  “Pop goes the Weasel” will suit us fine.  So—­get right along with it.  I’ll go get some lunch.

     [As he vanishes into the wings, Left, miss Hellgrove covers her
     face with her hands.  A little sob escaping her attracts vane’s
     attention.  He takes a step towards her, but she flies.]

Vane. [Dashing his hands through his hair till it stands up] Damnation!

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