MRS. A. Now you"re strong and you"re young.--"Ope"s with ye still and life all before ye--and so I thought when my day came, and so I did.
There was a day and "alf a day of peace and content, and there was long, long years of thinking on the peace and content that are gone.... Four men all gone the same road, and me left looking down the way that they are gone and seeing it all black as the pit.... I be a poor old woman now with never a creature to come near me in kindness, an" I was such a poor old woman before ever the "alf of life was gone, an" so you"ll be if you take my son for your man. He"s the best of my sons, but I curse the day that ever he was born....
MARY. There was never a man the like of Bill. If ye see "un striding the "ill, ye know "tis a man by "is strong, long stride; and if ye see "un leapin" an" screein" down th" "ill, ye know "tis a man; and if we see "un in t" quarry, ye know "tis a strong man....
MRS. A. An" if ye see "un lyin" drunk i" the ditch, not roarin" drunk, but rotten drunk, wi" "is face fouled an" "is clothes mucked, ye know "tis the lowest creature of the world.
[_Mary stands staring straight in front of her._]
MARY. Is it for this that ye come to me to-day?
MRS. A. Ay, for this: that ye may send "un back to "is rottenness, for back to it "e"ll surely go when "tis too late, an" you a poor old woman like me, with never a creature to come near ye in kindness, before ever the bloom "as gone from your bonny cheeks, an" maybe childer that"ll grow up bonny an" then be blighted for all the tenderness ye give to them; an" those days will be the worst of all--far worse than the day when ye turn for good an" all into yourself from t" man that will give ye nowt.... "Tis truly the bees as is the wise people....
MARY. It"s a weary waitin" that I"ve had, and better the day and "alf a day of peace and content with all the long years of thinking on it than all the long, long years of my life to go on waitin" and waitin" for what has pa.s.sed me by, for if he be the rottenest, meanest man in t"
world that ever was made, there is no other that I can see or ever will.
It is no wild foolishness that I am doing: I never was like that; but it"s a thing that"s growed wi" me an" is a part o" me--an" though every day o" my life were set before me now so I could see to the very end, an" every day sadder and blacker than the last, I"d not turn back. I gave "im the bargain, years back now, and three times e" "as failed me; but "e sets store by me enough to do this for me a fourth time--"Twas kind of ye to come....
MRS. A. You"re strong an" you"re young, but there"s this that"s stronger than yourself--
MARY. Maybe, but "twill not be for want o" fightin" wi" "t.
MRS. A. "Twill steal on ye when you"re weakest, an" come on ye in your greatest need....
MARY. It "as come to this day an" there is no goin" back. D" ye think I"ve not seed t" soft, gentle things that are given to other women, an"
not envied them? D" ye think I"ve not seed "em walkin" shut-eyed into all sorts o" foolishness an" never askin" for the trewth o" it, an" not envied "em for doin" that? D" ye think I"ve not seed the girls I growed wi" matin" lightly an" lightly weddin", an" not envied "em for that, they wi" a "ouse an" babes an" me drudgin" away in t" farm, me wi" my man to "and an" only this agin "im? D" ye think I"ve not been tore in two wi" wantin" to close my eyes an" walk like others into it an" never think what is to come? There"s many an" many a night that I"ve sat there under t" stars wi" t" three counties afore me an" t" sea, an" t" sheep croppin", an" my own thoughts for all the comp"ny that I "ad, an"
fightin" this way an" that for to take "up an" let "un be so rotten, as ever "e might be; an" there"s many an" many a night when the thoughts come so fast that they hurt me an" I lay pressed close to t" ground wi"
me "ands clawin" at it an" me teeth bitin" into t" ground for to get closer an" "ide from myself; an" many a night when I sat there seein"
the man as t" brave lad "e was when I seed "un first leapin" down the "ill, an" knowin" that nothin" in the world, nothin" that I could do to "un or that "e could do "isself, would ever take that fro" me.... In all my time o" my weary waitin" there "as never been a soul that I told so much to, an" G.o.d knows there never "as been an" never will be a time when I can tell as much to "im....
MRS. A. My pretty, my pretty, "tis a waste an" a wicked, wicked waste....
MARY. "Tis a day an" alf a day agin never a moment....
MRS. A. "Tis that, and so "tis wi" all o" us ... an" so "twill be....
G.o.d bless ye, my dear....
[_Ann comes down. Mary is looking out of the window._]
ANN. Ye forgot the ribbon for yer "air, that I fetched "specially fro"
t" town.
MARY. Why, yes. Will ye tie it, Ann?
[_Ann ties the ribbon in her hair._]
MRS. A. Pretty, my dear, oh! pretty--
MARY. I"m to walk to t" church o" Tom"s arm...?
ANN. An" I to Tom"s left; wi" the bridesmaids be"ind, an" the rest a followin"....
[_Tom returns, followed by two girls bringing armfuls of flowers.
With these they deck the room, and keep the choicest blooms for Mary. Ann and the three girls are busied with making Mary reach her most beautiful. Mrs. Airey goes. At intervals one villager and another comes to give greeting or to bring some small offering of food or some small article of clothing. Mary thanks them all with rare natural grace. They call her fine, and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e remarks of admiration: "The purty bride...." "She"s beautiful...." ""Tis a lucky lad, Bill Airey...." The church bell begins to ring.... All is prepared and all are ready.... Mary is given her gloves, which she draws on--when the door is thrown open and Bill Airey lunges against the lintel of the door and stands leering. He is just sober enough to know what he is at. He is near tears, poor wretch. He is not horribly drunk. He stands surveying the group and they him._]
BILL. I come--I come--I--c-come for to--to--to--show--to show myself....
[_He turns in utter misery and goes. Mary plucks the flowers from her bosom and lets them fall to the ground; draws her gloves off her hands and lets them fall. The bell continues to ring._]
[_Curtain._]
THE BABY CARRIAGE
A PLAY
BY BOSWORTH CROCKER
Copyright, 1920, by Bosworth Crocker.
All rights reserved.
THE BABY CARRIAGE was originally produced by the Provincetown Players, New York, February 14, 1919, with the following cast:
MRS. LEZINSKY _Dorothy Miller._ MRS. ROONEY _Alice Dostetter._ MR. ROSENBLOOM _W. Clay Hill._ SOLOMON LEZINSKY _O. K. Liveright._
PLACE: _The Lezinsky Tailor Shop_.
TIME: _To-day_.
Application for the right of performing THE BABY CARRIAGE must be made to Mr. Bosworth Crocker, in care of the Society of American Dramatists and Composers, 148 West 45th Street, New York, or The Authors" League, Union Square, New York.
THE BABY CARRIAGE
A PLAY BY BOSWORTH CROCKER
[_THE SCENE is an ordinary tailor shop two steps down from the sidewalk. Mirror on one side. Equipment third rate. Mrs. Solomon Lezinsky, alone in the shop, is examining a torn pair of trousers as Mrs. Rooney comes in._]
MRS. LEZINSKY [_27 years old, medium height and weight, dark, attractive. In a pleased voice with a slight Yiddish accent_]. Mrs.
Rooney!
MRS. ROONEY [_30 years old. A plump and pretty Irish woman_]. I only ran in for a minute to bring you these. [_Holds up a pair of roller skates and a picture book._] Eileen"s out there in the carriage. [_Both women look out at the baby-carriage in front of the window._]