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I could have danced all night

Bed, bed, I couldn’t go to bed

My head’s too light to try to set it down

Sleep, sleep, I couldn’t sleep tonight

Not for all jewels in the crown

I could have danced all night

I could have danced all night

And still have begged for more

I could have spread my wings

And done a thousand things

I’ve never done before

I’ll never know what made it so exciting

Why all at once my heart took flight

I only know when he began to dance with me

I could have danced, danced, danced all night.

 

 

UNIT 6

Lesson B

The Importance of Being Earnest

EXTRACT A

What’s in a name?

[Enter JACK.]

GWENDOLEN [Catching sight of him.] My own Ernest!

JACK Gwendolen! Darling! [Offers to kiss her.]

GWENDOLEN [Drawing back.] A moment! May I ask if you are engaged to be married to this young lady? [Points to CECILY.]

JACK [Laughing.] To dear little Cecily! Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty head?

GWENDOLEN Thank you. You may! [Offers her cheek.]

CECILY [Very sweetly.] I knew there must be some misunderstanding, Miss Fairfax. The gentleman whose arm is at present round your waist is my guardian, Mr. John Worthing.

GWENDOLEN I beg your pardon?

CECILY This is Uncle Jack.

GWENDOLEN [Receding.] Jack! Oh!

[Enter ALGERNON.]

CECILY Here is Ernest.

ALGERNON [Goes straight over to CECILY without noticing any one else.] My own love! [Offers to kiss her.]

CECILY [Drawing back.] A moment, Ernest! May I ask you – are you engaged to be married to this young lady?

ALGERNON [Looking round.] To what young lady? Good heavens! Gwendolen!

CECILY Yes! to good heavens, Gwendolen, I mean to Gwendolen.

ALGERNON [Laughing.] Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?

CECILY Thank you. [Presenting her cheek to be kissed.] You may.

[ALGERNON kisses her.]

GWENDOLEN I felt there was some slight error, Miss Cardew. The gentleman who is now embracing you is my cousin, Mr. Algernon Moncrieff.

CECILY [Breaking away from ALGERNON.] Algernon Moncrieff! Oh! [The two girls move towards each other and put their arms round each other’s waists as if for protection.]

 

EXTRACT B

What’s in a name?

LADY BRACKNELL [In a severe, judicial voice.] Prism! [MISS PRISM bows her head in shame.] Come here. Prism! [MISS PRISM approaches in a humble manner.] Prism! Where is that baby? [General consternation. The CANON starts back in horror. ALGERNON and JACK pretend to be anxious to shield CECILY and GWENDOLEN from hearing the details of a terrible public scandal.] Twenty-eight years ago, Prism, you left Lord Bracknell’s house, Number 104, Upper Grosvenor Street, in charge of a perambulator that contained a baby of the male sex. You never returned. A few weeks later, through the elaborate investigations of the Metropolitan police, the perambulator was discovered at midnight, standing by itself in a remote corner of Bayswater. It contained the manuscript of a three-volume novel of more than usually revolting sentimentality. [MISS PRISM starts in involuntary indignation.] But the baby was not there! [Every one looks at MISS PRISM.] Prism! Where is the baby? [A pause.]



MISS PRISM Lady Bracknell, I admit with shame that I do not know. I only wish I did. The plain facts of the case are these. On the morning of the day you mention, a day that is for ever branded on my memory, I prepared as usual to take the baby out in its perambulator. I had also with me a somewhat old, but capacious hand-bag in which I had intended to place the manuscript of a work of fiction that I had written during my few unoccupied hours. In a moment of mental abstraction, for which I never can forgive myself, I deposited the manuscript in the basinette, and placed the baby in the hand-bag.

JACK [Who has been listening attentively.] But where did you deposit the hand-bag?

MISS PRISM Do not ask me, Mr. Worthing.

JACK Miss Prism, this is a matter of no small importance to me. I insist on knowing where you deposited the hand-bag that contained that infant.

MISS PRISM I left it in the cloak-room of one of the larger railway stations in

London.

JACK What railway station?

MISS PRISM [Quite crushed.] Victoria. The Brighton line. [Sinks into a chair.]

JACK I must retire to my room for a moment. Gwendolen, wait here for me.

GWENDOLENIf you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life. [Exit JACK in great excitement.]

 

EXTRACT C

What’s in a name?

LADY BRACKNELLAre your parents living?

JACK I have lost both my parents.

LADY BRACKNELL To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness. Who was your father? He was evidently a man of some wealth. Was he born in what the Radical papers call the purple of commerce, or did he rise from the ranks of the aristocracy?

JACK I am afraid I really don’t know. The fact is, Lady Bracknell, I said I had lost my parents. It would be nearer the truth to say that my parents seem to have lost me... I don’t actually know who I am by birth. I was... well, I was found.

LADY BRACKNELL Found?

JACK The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentleman of a very charitable and kindly disposition, found me, and gave me the name of Worthing, because he happened to have a first-class ticket for Worthing in his pocket at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex. It is a seaside resort.

LADY BRACKNELL Where did the charitable gentleman who had a first-class ticket for this seaside resort find you?

JACK [Gravely.] In a hand-bag.

LADY BRACKNELL In a hand-bag?

JACK [Very seriously.] Yes, Lady Bracknell. I was in a hand-bag – a somewhat large, black leather hand-bag, with handles to it – an ordinary hand-bag in fact.

LADY BRACKNELL In what locality did this Mr. James, or Thomas, Cardew come across this ordinary hand-bag?

JACK In the cloak-room at Victoria Station. It was given to him in mistake for his own.

LADY BRACKNELL The cloak-room at Victoria Station?

JACK Yes. The Brighton line.

(from Making Headway Literature. Advanced, by B.Bowler, S.Parminter. Un.13)

 

CONSOLIDATION 6


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