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Our American Cousin

By Tom Taylor.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dramatis Personae Our American Cousin Act I Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 Act II Scene 1 Scene 2 Act III Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 Scene 4 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 7 Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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Dramatis Personae

Lord Dundreary

Asa Trenchard

Sir Edward Trenchard

Capt. De Boots

Harry Vernon

Abel Murcott

Mr. Coyle

Mr. Buddicombe

Mr. Binny

John Wickens

Mrs. Mountchessington

Florence Trenchard

Mary

Augusta

Georgina

Sharpe

Skillet

Our American Cousin Act I Scene 1

Drawing room in 3. Trenchard Manor, C. D., backed by interior, discovering table with luncheon spread. Large French window, R. 3 E., through which a fine English park is seen. Open archway, L. 3 E. Set balcony behind. Table, R., books and papers on it. Work basket containing wools and embroidery frame. A fashionable armchair and sofa, L. 2 E., small table near C. D. Stage handsomely set, costly furniture, carpet down, chairs, etc.

Mr. Buddicombe discovered on sofa reading newspaper. Skillet and Sharpe busily arranging furniture as curtain rises. Sharpe I don’t know how you may feel as a visitor, Mr. Buddicombe, but I think this is a most uncomfortable family. Mr. Buddicombe Very uncomfortable. I have no curtain to my bed. Skillet And no wine at the second table. Sharpe And meaner servants I never seed. Mr. Buddicombe I’m afraid Sir Edward is in a queer strait. Skillet Yes, for only this morning, Mr. Binny, Mrs. Skillet says he⁠— Enter Mr. Binny, L. 3 E. Mr. Binny Mind your hown business instead hof your betters. I’m disgusted with you lower servants. When the wine merchant presents his bills, you men, hear me, say he’s been pressing for the last six months, do you? Skillet Nor I, that the last year’s milliner’s bills have not been paid. Sharpe Nor I, that Miss Florence has not had no new dresses from London all winter. Mr. Buddicombe And I can solemnly swear that his lordship’s hair has been faithfully bound in this bosom. Mr. Binny That’ll do, that’ll do; but to remember to check hidle curiosity is the first duty of men hin livery. Ha, ’ere hare the letters. Enter John Wickens, L. 3 E., with green baize bag. Mr. Binny takes bag, takes out letters and reads addresses. Mr. Binny Hah! bill, of course, Miss Augusta, Mrs. Mountchessington, Lord Dundreary, Captain De Boots, Miss Georgina Mountchessington, Lieutenant Vernon, ah! that’s from the admiralty. What’s this? Miss Florence Trenchard, via Brattleboro’, Vermont. Mr. Buddicombe Where’s that, Mr. Binny. John Wickens Why that be hin the United States of North Hamerica, and a main good place for poor folks. Mr. Binny John Wickens, you forget yourself. John Wickens Beg pardon, Mr. Binny. Mr. Binny John Wickens, leave the room. John Wickens But I know where Vermont be tho’. Mr. Binny John Wickens, get hout. Exit John Wickens, L. 3 E. Mr. Buddicombe Dreadful low fellow, that. Mr. Binny Halways himpudent. Mr. Buddicombe Looking at letter in Mr. Binny’s hand. Why, that is Sir Edward’s hand, Mr. Binny, he must have been sporting. Mr. Binny Yes, shooting the wild helephants and buffalos what abound there. Mr. Buddicombe The nasty beasts. Looking off, R. 2 E. Hello, there comes Miss Florence tearing across the lane like a three year old colt. Sharp and Skillet Oh, Gemini. Run off, R. 2 E. Mr. Buddicombe runs off, L. 2 E. Enter Florence Trenchard, R. 2 E. Florence Trenchard As if after running. Oh! I’m fairly out of breath. Good morning, Mr. Binny, the letter bag I saw coming, Wickens coming with it. I thought I could catch him before I reached the house. Sits R. So off I started, I forgot the pond, it was in or over. I got over, but my hat got in. I wish you’d fish it out for me, you won’t find the pond very deep. Mr. Binny Me fish for an ’at? Does she take me for an hangler? Florence Trenchard Give me the letters. Takes them. Ah, blessed budget that descends upon Trenchard Manor, like rain on a duck pond. Tell papa and all, that the letters have come, you will find them on the terrace. Mr. Binny Yes, Miss. Going, L. 3 E. Florence Trenchard And then go fish out my hat out of the pond, it’s not very deep. Mr. Binny Aside. Me fish for ’ats? I wonder if she takes me for an hangler? Exit disgusted, R. 3 E. Florence Trenchard Reading directions. Lieutenant Vernon. This is a large letter with a large white envelope, red seal. In her Majesty’s service. Admiralty, R. N. Ah, that’s an answer to Harry’s application for a ship. Papa promised to use his influence for him. I hope he has succeeded, but then he will have to leave us, and who knows if he ever comes back. What a foolish girl I am, when I know that his rise in the service will depend upon it. I do hope he’ll get it, and, if he must leave us, I’ll bid him goodbye as a lass who loves a sailor should. Enter Sir Edward Trenchard, Mrs. Mountchessington., Augusta, Capt. De Boots, Harry Vernon, L. 3 E. Florence Trenchard Papa, dear, here are letters for you, one for you, Mrs. Mountchessington, one for you, Capt. De