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1.
It Is Never Too Late To Mend (1)
by Charles Reade
ACT I
SCENE--
The Grove farm house, and its stable. In the background, a stubble-field. Enter
MR. WINCHESTER
and
GEORGE FIELDING.
They have been riding;
WINCHESTER
wears boots and spurs,
FIELDING
carries a whip.
WINCH: The Grove
a bad farm, Fielding.
FIELD: Don't say
, sir.
WINCH: Go with me
Australia, and you shall have five hundred sheep and a run for them; and cost
nothing.
FIELD: It's
handsome offer, sir, and like yourself. But emigrate? Leave England
the plough to keep sheep in
wilderness? Why, la, sir, you might as well try
to
transplant an old oak-tree, as a Berkshire farmer. Besides--you know, sir--there
is
my cousin Susanna (
he looks down
).
WINCH: I know
there
is. And there is my cousin Flora. Why, what do any of us go to Australia
? To lay our bones there? No. To make a lot of
; and then come back and marry our Susans and Floras.
FIELD: That
common sense, sir.
WINCH: I am serious, farmer; but we can talk
it as we go along. Please show
the blacksmith's shop: I'm going
Australia; so I must learn
shoe a horse.
FIELD: Well, I never. The son of
earl, and the first nob
Berkshire, a learning to shoe horses.
WINCH: Why, an earl's son has got an arm, and ten fingers: so why
learn to use them?
FIELD: That is common
again. This way, sir. (
Exeunt.
)
Exercise by Michael Riccioli-2006
Source:http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/new.html
2.
It Is Never Too Late To Mend (2)
by Charles Reade
(
Enter
CRAWLEY,
peeping.
)
CRAW: Another year
by, and (
with amazement
) I'm not struck
the rolls! I can't account
it. (
Snaps his fingers.
) That for the rolls! I have got Mr. Meadows. That is to say, he has got
. A great man. A
man. The way he enlisted me shows that. He saw I was a
clever
man--a clever
man; but
unfortunate;
fond of a drop. He
up my debts, took out execution, held the axe of the
over my head with his
hand, and with his left offered me his
--on one condition; that I should be his
, his white nigger. Well, I am. This great man and I, we do a
of dirty work together. But I get all the credit. I am an attorney of
, a puppet attorney; he pulls my
out of sight and I do the
. Where shall we all go to? My orders today were to
him here, and keep out of
till I see him alone. I have been
to him once, and heard him tell old Mr. Merton--Humph! Here he
alone at last.
(
Enter
JOHN MEADOWS)
CRAW: (
obsequiously
) Good
, Mr. Meadows.
MEAD: Seen George Fielding?
CRAW: Yes, Mr. Meadows, just
sight of his back, Mr. Meadows.
MEAD: Follow him. And
him with this. His rent is half a year
. (
Gives him a writ.
)
CRAW: (
examining it
) Why, your name is not here, sir.
MEAD: My name, fool? Am I a man to leave my
everywhere I walk?
CRAW: Oh, no, Mr. Meadows, you are a wonderful man, an
man. You have but one little, little
; you trust nobody, not even your
Crawley.
Exercise by Michael Riccioli-2006
Source:http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/new.html
[behind]
[meet]
[off]
[wood]
[faithful]
[slave]
[wonderful]
[bought]
[sight]
[for]
[me]
[serve]
[law]
[fault]
[caught]
[strings]
[invisible]
[deal]
[footprints]
[gone]
[right]
[little]
[close]
[movements]
[comes]
[morning]
[friendship]
3.
It Is Never Too Late To Mend (3)
by Charles Reade
MEAD: (
sharply
) What do y
want to kn
? And why?
CRAW: Well, sir, with a vi
to co-operation, sir, and not impert
curiosity, I
should
like to know wh
you ran down the Grove fa
to old Mr. Merton just now, and why you to
him Will Fielding was at the ba
this morning, and the bank wouldn't ca
their draft, and why--
MEAD: (
sternly
) So you have be
listening to me.
CRAW: (
frightened
) Be
ordered to pl
peep-bo; and--and--with a view to co-oper
; not impertinent curiosity.
MEAD: (
reflecting
) You ask--me--to te
you what I scarce dare whis
to myself. Well: I will. For it burns my hea
; and you will not bet
me.
CRAW: Count on my fidel
, Mr. Meadows!
MEAD: I count o
this: if you open
your lips, I'd-- (
he stamps on the ground as if crushing something.
)
CRAW: (
trembling
) That is abo
it, I believe.
MEAD: The sec
is this. Come this way. I love George Fielding's sweetheart, Susan Merton.
CRAW: You lo
a woman? What are we all coming to? A great man, an iron m
like you, love so small a thing--compared with yours
--as a woman?
MEAD: Crawley, I love her with all my heart, and soul, and brain. I love her with more force than such as you can ha
.
Exercise by Michael Riccioli-2006
Source:http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/new.html
4.
It Is Never Too Late To Mend (4)
by Charles Reade
CRAW: Oh, Mr. Meadows, little men can h
pretty hard. And I sup
you hate George Fielding.
MEAD: Not I; he is in my way, th
is all. And
ever gets in my way--
CRAW: Gets kicked out of your way, Mr. Meadows.
MEAD: (
sternly
) You see the g
e. Serve the writ. Go!
CRAW: I fly, sir. Oh, how sweet to be t
ed by a great man, (
aside
) and get him into my power in turn. (
Exit.
)
(MEADOWS,
his hands behind him, begins to walk off
fully
when he is hailed by
HITCHIN,
the village cons
, and a
LONDON POLICEMAN
in plain clothes.
HITCHIN
is heated.
)
HITCH: Master Meadows, sir, I have news for you. Your pocket was
ed last Martinmas Fair?
MEAD: Yes.
HITCH: Should you know any of the m
y?
MEAD: I could swear to three
tes of the Farnborough Bank.
HITCH: (
showing a note
) Is this one of them?
MEAD: It is. Who
ed it?
HITCH: George Fielding's lodger, Robinson, if that is his na
: but I suspect he is a London thief, ta
an airing. Gentleman from Bow Street, come to see if he knows him.
MEAD: Is he at home?
HITCH: No--he is out
ing. We'll hang about the f
till he comes back, and then we'll take him.
POLICE: You had
ter be at hand, sir, to identify the notes.
Exercise by Michael Riccioli-2006
Source:http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/new.html
[what]
[am]
[no]
[one]
[king]
[pick]
[ate]
[pose]
[at]
[pass]
[rust]
[arm]
[bet]
[table]
[thought]
[fish]
[me]
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