Magic Tower and Other One-Act Plays, The by Williams Tennessee

Author:Williams, Tennessee [Williams, Tennessee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Modern, One-act Plays, Play, Theater
ISBN: 978-0-8112-2571-7
Publisher: New Directions
Published: 2011-01-15T02:00:00+00:00

LAURA [coldly]: Where is my place, please?

AMANDA: Next to our gentleman caller—the place of honor.

LAURA: —Oh. Is there room for two places on this side of the table?

AMANDA: It’s such a tiny table, but we’ll make room, don’t worry. We just have to be chummy, and if our feet get tangled under the table, nobody’s going to think anybody is flirting!

TOM [enduring no more]: Mother, if you’ll keep still—I’ll say the Grace!

AMANDA [clutching her throat]: Excuse me! [She winks at Jim, then prettily folds her hands and bows her head.]

TOM [in a rapid mumble]: “For these and all thy mercies, God’s Holy Name be praised—Through Christ our Lord, Amen.”

AMANDA [catching her breath]: Oh, how you race through it! Let’s be seated, all. I’m kind of hungry. How about you all?

JIM: I can sure eat something.

AMANDA: I never saw a man that couldn’t eat. [Serving the peas.] Laura, what pretty crystal beads you’re wearing! [Laura says nothing.] Where did you get them, Laura?

LAURA [angrily]: I got them at the five and ten cent store!

AMANDA: Why, Laura, I thought—Why, I thought surely some rich old man had given them to you! [To Jim.] Neither of my children have any humor. In spite of the fact that I was always laughing as a girl, so much so that the Presbyterians in Blue Mountain thought my soul was damned! And their father—well—excessive sobriety was never his characteristic! He had charm, I’ll have to say that for him. One poor girl was certainly swept off her feet. Tom, give Mr. Delaney that nice crisp piece off the end, and put a little parsley on each plate. It isn’t put there just for ornamentation. My grandfather used to say, “Grass is only for cows!”—when given lettuce. A brilliant old gentleman!— Ran for Senator of Alabama! But—drank! Laura, please sit up straight at the table, don’t hunch over like that! Both of you children, sit up straight at the table. [Reaches over to give them each a pat.]

LAURA [icily]: Mother—please!

AMANDA: Just look at Mr. Delaney and copy his posture. See how straight he is sitting! I think it’s a mark of character, sitting up straight at the table. Mr. Delaney—Jim—I bet you’ve had some military training.

JIM: I haven’t yet, Mrs. Wingfield. But from what you see in the papers, it looks like I might get some pretty soon.

AMANDA [throwing up her hands]: Oh! Don’t talk about it! If there’s a war and this country’s drawn into it, I’ll just die!— Just!—die!

TOM: Don’t make rash promises, Mother.

AMANDA: No, I mean it. If Tom had to go off to war—!

JIM: I don’t think Shakespeare would ever get in the army.

AMANDA: No? Why not?

JIM: Well—he’s the dreamy type that wouldn’t be useful.

AMANDA: The dreamy type! Oh, Tom—your reputation! And I so wanted my son to be known as a real live wire, the go-getter type!— Not dreamy. I tell you, we could use a wide-awake man in this establishment. Are you wide-awake, Mr. Delaney?

JIM: Me? I’m an old workhorse.

AMANDA: You and I! The workhorses of the world! My children are dreamers.

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