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Beau Austin : A drama in four acts, a play by Robert Louis Stevenson |
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ACT II _ SCENE I TO SCENE VI |
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_ The Stage represents George Austin's dressing-room. Elaborate toilet-table, R., with chair; a cheval glass so arranged as to correspond with glass on table. Breakfast-table, L., front. Door, L. The Beau is discovered at table, in dressing-grown, trifling with correspondence. MENTEITH is frothing chocolate. SCENE I AUSTIN, MENTEITH MENTEITH. At the barber's, Mr. George, I had the pleasure of meeting two of the Dook's gentlemen. AUSTIN. Well, and was his Royal Highness satisfied with his quarters? MENTEITH. Quite so, Mr. George. Delighted, I believe. AUSTIN. I am rejoiced to hear it. I wish I could say I was as pleased with my journey, Menteith. This is the first time I ever came to the Wells in another person's carriage; Duke or not, it shall be the last, Menteith. MENTEITH. Ah, Mr. George, no wonder. And how many times have we made that journey back and forth? AUSTIN. Enough to make us older than we look. MENTEITH. To be sure, Mr. George, you do wear well. AUSTIN. WE wear well, Menteith. MENTEITH. I hear, Mr. George, that Miss Musgrave is of the company. AUSTIN. Is she so? Well, well! well, well! MENTEITH. I've not seen the young lady myself, Mr. George; but the barber tells me she's looking poorly. AUSTIN. Poorly? MENTEITH. Yes, Mr. George, poorly was his word. AUSTIN. Well, Menteith, I am truly sorry. She is not the first. MENTEITH. Yes, Mr. George. (A BELL. MENTEITH GOES OUT, AND RE- ENTERS WITH CARD.) AUSTIN (WITH CARD). Whom have we here? Anthony Musgrave? MENTEITH. A fine young man, Mr. George; and with a look of the young lady, but not so gentlemanly. AUSTIN. You have an eye, you have an eye. Let him in.
AUSTIN, MENTEITH, ANTHONY AUSTIN. I am charmed to have this opportunity, Mr. Musgrave. You belong to my old corps, I think? And how does my good friend, Sir Frederick? I had his line; but like all my old comrades, he thinks last about himself, and gives me not of his news. ANTHONY. I protest, sir, this is a very proud moment. Your name is still remembered in the regiment. (AUSTIN BOWS.) The Colonel - he keeps his health, sir, considering his age (AUSTIN BOWS AGAIN, AND LOOKS AT MENTEITH) - tells us young men you were a devil of a fellow in your time. AUSTIN. I believe I was - in my time. Menteith, give Mr. Musgrave a dish of chocolate. So, sir, we see you at the Wells. ANTHONY. I have but just alighted. I had but one thought, sir: to pay my respects to Mr. Austin. I have not yet kissed my aunt and sister. AUSTIN. In my time - to which you refer - the ladies had come first. ANTHONY. The women? I take you, sir. But then you see, a man's relatives don't count. And besides, Mr. Austin, between men of the world, I am fairly running away from the sex: I am positively in flight. Little Hortense of the Opera; you know; she sent her love to you. She's mad about me, I think. You never saw a creature so fond. AUSTIN. Well, well, child! you are better here. In my time - to which you have referred - I knew the lady. Does she wear well? ANTHONY. I beg your pardon, sir! AUSTIN. No offence, child, no offence. She was a very lively creature. But you neglect your chocolate I see? ANTHONY. We don't patronise it, Mr. Austin; we haven't for some years: the service has quite changed since your time. You'd be surprised. AUSTIN. Doubtless. I am. ANTHONY. I assure you, sir, I and Jack Bosbury of the Fifty-Second - AUSTIN. The Hampshire Bosburys? - ANTHONY. I do not know exactly, sir. I believe he is related. AUSTIN. Or perhaps - I remember a Mr. Bosbury, a cutter of coats. I have the vanity to believe I formed his business. ANTHONY. I - I hope not, sir. But as I was saying, I and this Jack Bosbury, and the Brummagem Bantam - a very pretty light- weight, sir - drank seven bottles of Burgundy to the three of us inside the eighty minutes. Jack, sir, was a little cut; but me and the Bantam went out and finished the evening on hot gin. Life, sir, life! Tom Cribb was with us. He spoke of you, too, Tom did: said you'd given him a wrinkle for his second fight with the black man. No, sir, I assure you, you're not forgotten. AUSTIN (BOWS). I am pleased to learn it. In my time, I had an esteem for Mr. Cribb. ANTHONY. O come, sir! but your time cannot be said to be over. AUSTIN. Menteith, you hear? MENTEITH. Yes, Mr. George. ANTHONY. The Colonel told me that you liked to shake an elbow. Your big main, sir, with Lord Wensleydale, is often talked about. I hope I may have the occasion to sit down with you. I shall count it an honour, I assure you. AUSTIN. But would your aunt, my very good friend, approve? ANTHONY. Why, sir, you do not suppose I am in leading-strings? AUSTIN. You forget, child: a family must hang together. When I was young - in my time - I was alone; and what I did concerned myself. But a youth who has - as I think you have - a family of ladies to protect, must watch his honour, child, and preserve his fortune. You have no commands from Sir Frederick? ANTHONY. None, sir, none. AUSTIN. Shall I find you this noon upon the Pantiles? . . . I shall be charmed. Commend me to your aunt and your fair sister. Menteith? MENTEITH. Yes, Mr. George. (SHOWS ANTHONY OUT.)
AUSTIN, MENTEITH, RETURNING AUSTIN. Was I ever like that, Menteith? MENTEITH. No, Mr. George, you was always a gentleman. AUSTIN. Youth, my good fellow, youth. MENTEITH. Quite so, Mr. George. AUSTIN. Well, Menteith, we cannot make no mend. We cannot play the jockey with Time. Age is the test: of wine, Menteith, and men. MENTEITH. Me and you and the old Hermitage, Mr. George, he-he! AUSTIN. And the best of these, the Hermitage. But come: we lose our day. Help me off with this. (MENTEITH TAKES OFF AUSTIN'S DRESSING-GOWN; AUSTIN PASSES R. TO DRESSING-TABLE, AND TAKES UP FIRST CRAVAT.) AUSTIN. Will the hair do, Menteith? MENTEITH. Never saw it lay better, Mr. George. (AUSTIN PROCEEDS TO WIND FIRST CRAVAT. A BELL: EXIT MENTEITH. AUSTIN DROPS FIRST CRAVAT IN BASKET AND TAKES SECOND.) AUSTIN (WINDING AND SINGING) - 'I'd crowns resign To call her mine, Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill!' (SECOND CRAVAT A FAILURE. RE-ENTER MENTEITH WITH CARD.) Fenwick? of Allonby Shaw? A good family, Menteith, but I don't know the gentleman. (LAYS DOWN CARD, AND TAKES UP THIRD CRAVAT.) Send him away with every consideration. MENTEITH. To be sure, Mr. George. (HE GOES OUT. THIRD CRAVAT A SUCCESS. RE-ENTER MENTEITH.) He says, Mr. George, that he has an errand from Miss Musgrave. AUSTIN (WITH WAISTCOAT). Show him in, Menteith, at once. (SINGING AND FITTING WAISTCOAT AT GLASS) - 'I'd crowns resign To call her mine, Sweet Lass of Richmond Hill!'
AUSTIN, R. TO HIM MENTEITH AND FENWICK MENTEITH (ANNOUNCING). Mr. Fenwick, Mr. George. AUSTIN. At the name of Miss Musgrave, my doors fly always open. FENWICK. I believe, sir, you are acquainted with my cousin, Richard Gaunt? AUSTIN. The county member? An old and good friend. But you need not go so far afield: I know your good house of Allonby Shaw since the days of the Black Knight. We are, in fact, and at a very royal distance, cousins. FENWICK. I desired, sir, from the nature of my business, that you should recognise me for a gentleman. AUSTIN. The preliminary, sir, is somewhat grave. FENWICK. My business is both grave and delicate. AUSTIN. Menteith, my good fellow. (EXIT MENTEITH.) Mr. Fenwick, honour me so far as to be seated. (THEY SIT.) I await your pleasure. FENWICK. Briefly, sir, I am come, not without hope, to appeal to your good heart. AUSTIN. From Miss Musgrave? FENWICK. No, sir, I abused her name, and am here upon my own authority. Upon me the consequence. AUSTIN. Proceed. FENWICK. Mr. Austin, Dorothy Musgrave is the oldest and dearest of my friends, is the lady whom for ten years it has been my hope to make my wife. She has shown me reason to discard that hope for another: that I may call her Mrs. Austin. AUSTIN. In the best interests of the lady (RISING) I question if you have been well inspired. You are aware, sir, that from such interference there is but one issue: to whom shall I address my friend? FENWICK. Mr. Austin, I am here to throw myself upon your mercy. Strange as my errand is, it will seem yet more strange to you that I came prepared to accept at your hands any extremity of dishonour and not fight. The lady whom it is my boast to serve has honoured me with her commands. These are my law, and by these your life is sacred. AUSTIN. Then, sir (WITH HIS HAND UPON THE BELL), his conversation becomes impossible. You have me at too gross a disadvantage; and, as you are a gentleman and respect another, I would suggest that you retire. FENWICK. Sir, you speak of disadvantage; think of mine. All my life long, with all the forces of my nature, I have loved this lady. I came here to implore her to be my wife, to be my queen; my saint she had been always! She was too noble to deceive me. She told me what you know. I will not conceal that my first mood wasof anger: I would have killed you like a dog. But, Mr. Austin - bear with me awhile - I, on the threshold of my life, who have made no figure in the world, nor ever shall now, who had but one treasure, and have lost it - if I, abandoning revenge, trampling upon jealousy, can supplicate you to complete my misfortune - O Mr. Austin! you who have lived, you whose gallantry is beyond the insolence of a suspicion, you who are a man crowned and acclaimed, who are loved, and loved by such a woman - you who excel me in every point of advantage, will you suffer me to surpass you in generosity? AUSTIN. You speak from the heart. (SITS.) What do you want with me? FENWICK. Marry her. AUSTIN. Mr. Fenwick, I am the older man. I have seen much of life, much of society, much of love. When I was young, it was expected of a gentleman to be ready with his hat to a lady, ready with his sword to a man; to honour his word and his king; to be courteous with his equals, generous to his dependants, helpful and trusty in friendship. But it was not asked of us to be quixotic. If I had married every lady by whom it is my fortune - not my merit - to have been distinguished, the Wells would scarce be spacious enough for my establishment. You see, sir, that while I respect your emotion, I am myself conducted by experience. And besides, Mr. Fenwick, is not love a warfare? has it not rules? have not our fair antagonists their tactics, their weapons, their place of arms? and is there not a touch of - pardon me the word! of silliness in one who, having fought, and having vanquished, sounds a parley, and capitulates to his own prisoner? Had the lady chosen, had the fortune of war been other, 'tis like she had been Mrs. Austin. Now I . . . You know the world. FENWICK. I know, sir, that the world contains much cowardice. To find Mr. Austin afraid to do the right, this surprises me. AUSTIN. Afraid, child? FENWICK. Yes, sir, afraid. You know her, you know if she be worthy; and you answer me with - the world: the world which has been at your feet: the world which Mr. Austin knows so well how to value and is so able to rule. AUSTIN. I have lived long enough, Mr. Fenwick, to recognise that the world is a great power. It can make; but it can break. FENWICK. Sir, suffer me: you spoke but now of friendship, and spoke warmly. Have you forgotten Colonel Villiers? AUSTIN. Mr. Fenwick, Mr. Fenwick, you forget what I have suffered. FENWICK. O sir, I know you loved him. And yet, for a random word you quarrelled; friendship was weighed in vain against the world's code of honour; you fought, and your friend fell. I have heard from others how he lay long in agony, and how you watched and nursed him, and it was in your embrace he died. In God's name have you forgotten that? Was not this sacrifice enough? or must the world, once again, step between Mr. Austin and his generous heart? AUSTIN. Good God, sir, I believe you are in the right; I believe, upon my soul I believe, there is something in what you say. FENWICK. Something, Mr. Austin? O credit me, the whole difference betwixt good and evil. AUSTIN. Nay, nay, but there you go too far. There are many kinds of good: honour is a diamond cut in a thousand facets, and with the true fire in each. Thus, and with all our differences, Mr. Fenwick, you and I can still respect, we can still admire each other. FENWICK. Bear with me still, sir, if I ask you what is the end of life but to excel in generosity? To pity the weak, to comfort the afflicted, to right where we have wronged, to be brave in reparation - these noble elements you have; for of what besides is the fabric of your dealing with Colonel Villiers? That is man's chivalry to man. Yet to a suffering woman - a woman feeble, betrayed, unconsoled - you deny your clemency, you refuse your aid, you proffer injustice for atonement. Nay, you are so disloyal to yourself that you can choose to be ungenerous and unkind. Where, sir, is the honour? What facet of the diamond is that? AUSTIN. You forget, sir, you forget. But go on. FENWICK. O sir, not I - not I but yourself forgets: George Austin forgets George Austin. A woman loved by him, betrayed by him, abandoned by him - that woman suffers; and a point of honour keeps him from his place at her feet. She has played and lost, and the world is with him if he deign to exact the stakes. Is that the Mr. Austin whom Miss Musgrave honoured with her trust? Then, sir, how miserably was she deceived! AUSTIN. Child - child - FENWICK. Mr. Austin, still bear with me, still follow me. O sir, will you not picture that dear lady's life? Her years how few, her error thus irreparable, what henceforth can be her portion but remorse, the consciousness of self-abasement, the shame of knowing that her trust was ill-bestowed? To think of it: this was a queen among women; and this - this is George Austin's work! Sir, let me touch your heart: let me prevail with you to feel that 'tis impossible. AUSTIN. I am a gentleman. What do you ask of me? FENWICK. To be the man she loved: to be clement where the world would have you triumph, to be of equal generosity with the vanquished, to be worthy of her sacrifice and of yourself. AUSTIN. Mr. Fenwick, your reproof is harsh - FENWICK (INTERRUPTING HIM). O sir, be, just be just! - AUSTIN. But it is merited, and I thank you for its utterance. You tell me that the true victory comes when the fight is won: that our foe is never so noble nor so dangerous as when she is fallen, that the crowning triumph is that we celebrate over our conquering selves. Sir, you are right. Kindness, ay kindness after all. And with age, to become clement. Yes, ambition first; then, the rounded vanity - victory still novel; and last, as you say, the royal mood of the mature man; to abdicate for others . . . Sir, you touched me hard about my dead friend; still harder about my living duty; and I am not so young but I can take a lesson. There is my hand upon it: she shall be my wife. FENWICK. Ah, Mr. Austin, I was sure of it. AUSTIN. Then, sir, you were vastly mistaken. There is nothing of Beau Austin here. I have simply, my dear child, sate at the feet of Mr. Fenwick. FENWICK. Ah, sir, your heart was counsellor enough. AUSTIN. Pardon me. I am vain enough to be the judge: there are but two people in the world who could have wrought this change: yourself and that dear lady. (TOUCHES BELL.) Suffer me to dismiss you. One instant of toilet, and I follow. Will you do me the honour to go before, and announce my approach? (ENTER MENTEITH.) FENWICK. Sir, if my admiration - AUSTIN. Dear child, the admiration is the other way. (EMBRACES HIM. MENTEITH SHOWS HIM OUT.)
AUSTIN AUSTIN. Upon my word, I think the world is getting better. We were none of us young men like that - in my time, to quote my future brother. (HE SITS DOWN BEFORE THE MIRROR.) Well, here ends Beau Austin. Paris, Rome, Vienna, London - victor everywhere: and now he must leave his bones in Tunbridge Wells. (LOOKS AT HIS LEG.) Poor Dolly Musgrave! a good girl after all, and will make me a good wife; none better. The last - of how many? - ay, and the best! Walks like Hebe. But still, here ends Beau Austin. Perhaps it's time. Poor Dolly - was she looking poorly? She shall have her wish. Well, we grow older, but we grow no worse.
AUSTIN, MENTEITH AUSTIN. Menteith, I am going to be married. MENTEITH. Well, Mr. George, but I am pleased to hear it. Miss Musgrave is a most elegant lady. AUSTIN. Ay, Mr. Menteith? and who told you the lady's name? MENTEITH. Mr. George, you was always a gentleman. AUSTIN. You mean I wasn't always? Old boy, you are in the right. This shall be a good change for both you and me. We have lived too long like a brace of truants: now is the time to draw about the fire. How much is left of the old Hermitage? MENTEITH. Hard upon thirty dozen, Mr. George, and not a bad cork in the bin. AUSTIN. And a mistress, Menteith, that's worthy of that wine. MENTEITH. Mr. George, sir, she's worthy of you. AUSTIN. Gad, I believe it. (SHAKES HANDS WITH HIM.) MENTEITH (BREAKING DOWN). Mr. George, you've been a damned good master to me, and I've been a damned good servant to you; we've been proud of each other from the first; but if you'll excuse my plainness, Mr. George, I never liked you better than to-day. AUSTIN. Cheer up, old boy, the best is yet to come. Get out the tongs, and curl me like a bridegroom. (SITS BEFORE DRESSING-GLASS; MENTEITH PRODUCES CURLING IRONS AND PLIES THEM. AUSTIN SINGS) - 'I'd crowns resign
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