Pygmalion(ByGeorgeBernardShaw)
ACTI
CoventGardenat11.15p.m.Torrentsofheavysummerrain.Cabwhistlesblowingfranticallyinalldirections.PedestriansrunningforshelterintothemarketandundertheporticoofSt.Paul'sChurch,wheretherearealreadyseveralpeople,amongthemaladyandherdaughterineveningdress.Theyareallpeeringoutgloomilyattherain,exceptonemanwithhisbackturnedtotherest,whoseemswhollypreoccupiedwithanotebookinwhichheiswritingbusily.
Thechurchclockstrikesthefirstquarter.
THEDAUGHTER [inthespacebetweenthecentralpillars,closetotheoneonherleft]I'mgettingchilledtothebone.WhatcanFreddybedoingallthistime?Hesbeengonetwentyminutes.
THEMOTHER
[Onherdaughter'sright]Notsolong.Butheoughttohavegotusacabbythis.
ABYSTANDER
[onthelady'sright]Hewontgetnocabnotuntilhalf-pasteleven,missus,whentheycomebackafterdroppingtheirtheatrefares.
THEMOTHER
Butwemusthaveacab.Wecantstandhereuntilhalf-pasteleven.It'stoobad.
THEBYSTANDER
Well,itaintmyfault,missus.
THEDAUGHTER
IfFreddyhadabitofgumption,hewouldhavegotoneatthetheatredoor.
THEMOTHER
Whatcouldhehavedone,poorboy?
THEDAUGHTER
Otherpeoplegotcabs.Whycouldnthe?
FreddyrushesinoutoftherainfromtheSouthamptonStreetside,andcomesbetweenthemclosingadrippingumbrella.Heisayoungmanoftwenty,ineveningdress,verywetaroundtheankles.
THEDAUGHTER
Well,havntyougotacab?
FREDDY
Theresnotonetobehadforloveormoney.
THEMOTHER
Oh,Freddy,theremustbeone.Youcanthavetried.
THEDAUGHTER
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