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With a view to obviate the great difficulty experienced by Amateurs \J>*,t- ticularlv iu country houses) in obtaining Scenery, &c, to ax in a Drawing Koom, and then only by considerable outlay for hire and great dan;age caused to w;;!ls, we have decided to keep a series of Coloured Scenes Mounted on Canvas with roller, or they can be had unmounted on thirty shewt* of strong papei ami can lie joined together or pasted on canvas or wood, according to require ment, Pull dire< tions, with diagrams shewing exact size of Back Scenes, Borders, and Wings, can be had free on application. The following scenes are kept in stock. Kept in two sizes. The size of the back scene of the sroaUei out is nearly luteeilong and 6J feet high, and extends with the Wings and Border to 16 feet long and 8 feet high. The back scene of the large one is 13 feet long and 9 feet high and extends with the Wings and Border to 20 feet long and 11* teet high. It is not necessary to have the scene the height of the room, as blue paper to represent sky is usually hung at the top. £ s. d. Small Size, with Wings and Border complete, unmounted . . .. 110 Ditto, mounted 3 3 Large Size, with Wings and Border complete unmounted.. .. 2 G Ditto, mounted 4 4 Blue Paper 20 inches by 30, per sheet . . . . ..002 Kept in two sizes, same as the Garden Scene, aud at simiw THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT i ' >IM< THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT A COMEDY By ALFRED HOLLES Copyright, 1911, by Samuel French, Limited New York SAMUEL FRENCH Publisher :S-3o WEST 3 8th STREET London SAMUEL FRENCH. Ltd 26 Southampton Street STRAND W1 ©CI.D 23235 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT Performed on Friday, December 16, 1910, at the Court Theatre, London. Alfred Jones, an ostler Florence Plant ageney Tudor, otherwise Mrs. Jones .... . Mr. Nye Chart Lady Clarke f*r*oi$c I ■ , ; . i idrtJ [UG3 The fee for the amateur representation of this play is ten shillings and sixpence, payable in advance to the sole proprietors : — Samuel French, Ltd., 26, Southampton Street, Strand, London. All applications for professional purposes must also be made to this firm. The costumes and wigs may be hired or purchased reasonably from Messrs. C. H. Fox, Ltd., 27, Welling- ton Street, Strand, London. THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT Scene. — A kitchen. Homely furniture. Cloth laid for tea. Florence discovered laying tea. Florence. I ain't a-going to call myself Flo Jones no longer. " Florence Plantagenet Tudor " is my reel name, an' I'm a-goin' to stick to it. I ain't a-going to call myself Mrs. Jones neither {busying herself about room). Florence Plantagenet Tudor is quite good enough for me, and as soon as Alf comes back from the lawyers, that's the name I'm a'goin' to be known by, an' Alf can change 'is if 'e likes. Alfred (speaking off). Good-bye, old sport, and I thank ye for the tip. Florence. That's 'im. that's Alf; now we shall 'ear the news. Enter Alf, an ostler, smoking a cigar, and carry- ing a flower pot and several small paper bags. Alfred {cheerfully). Hello, old gal ! Give us a kiss ! Florence (looking at bags and pushing him off). Wot's them things you've got ? Alfred. Hot'ouse grapes, two bob a pound. {Gives her a bag.) Florence (throiving bag on table contemptuously). Never mind them. Wot about the lawyer ? Alfred (blandly). Wot lawyer? Florence. Wot lawyer ? Wot did I send yer to town for ? 8 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. Alfred. I don't know. Florence. Didn't I send you to see the lawyer about my property ? Alfred (remembering). Why, of course, you did, but never mind about 'im, look at this-. (Showing flower in pot.) Ain't it got a lovely smell ? We're 'ad a bit of luck, old gal. Florence (excitedly). 'As it come off, then? Alfred. Course it has. He simply romped 'ome. Florence. Who romped 'ome ? Not the lawyer ? Alfred (confused). Wot lawyer ? Florence (plaintively). There now, you promised to see a lawyer about my property, and you've for- gotten all about it. Alfred. O' course. No, I ain't. O' course : I saw the lawyer. Why, that was wot I went out for, wasn't ; it ? Florence {breathlessly). Go on, Alf. Alered. And a very nice fellow 'e is too, gave me this cigar. Florence. You are keepin' something back \ Alfred. No, I ain't. I 'aven't anything to hide. Florence. Alf Jones. I'll never arsk you a favour again ; you know 'ow my 'eart is fair bursting to know whether I'm somebody or nobody, and you goes an' forgits all about it. (Breaking down.) It's too bad, it is. (Sits and wipes eyes with her apron.) Alfred. 'Aff a minute. Don't take on like that, just when I've 'ad a bit o' luck. Florence (smiling eagerly). Then you 'ave got good news, Alf ? Alfred. Er course I have. I saw the lawyer — certainly I did. Florence (excitedly). Tell me, Alf, ami some- body or nobody ? Alfred (after hesitation, weakly). You are every- body^ my girl, you are. Florence (seizing him by neck). Oh, Alf ! Tell me, am I a Duke's daughter or a' Earl's ? THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 9 Alfred. Well — you are — a kind of mixture, sort of 'arf an' 'art breed. Florence. Half and half. D'ye mean I'm a mongrel ? (Firing up.) .Alfred (expostulating). No, no. You are a kind of a cross. ■ v Florence (angrily). I don't believe you've been to the lawyer's at all. Alfred. Oh it yes, I 'ave. Florence (volubly). 'An did you show 'im the advertisement I cut out of Lloyd's? Alfred. Course I did. 'Ere it is : " Wanted to know the whereabouts of the lineal descendants of the houses of Plantagenet and Tudor." Florence (volubly). Did you tell 'im both those names is mine, an' they is the same as my own father's ? Alfred. I did. Florence (conceitedly) . Wot did he say to that ? Alfred. He scratched 'is 'ead. Florence. Scratched 'is 'ead. Didn't he look surprised ? Alfred. I should think 'e just did look surprised. There's no doubt about it, your father was a dook. Florence (joyfully). Then I am a lady after all ? Alfred. Course you is. Florence (suddenly awed). I say, Alf, shall I 'ave to wear one of them things on my 'ead like the ladies wore at the King's Corporation ? Alfred (laughing secretly). Course you will. Florence. Wot do you call 'em — a Ta-ra-ra. Alfred. Yus. Florence. A thing all over diamonds, 'an gold an* spangles ? Alfred (grinning). I've bought yer the very thing. (Produces a very faded tinsel crown from paper bag.) What do you think of that, old gal, eh ? Florence. Do I wear it on my 'ead in the street ? Alfred. Course you will. 10 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. Florence. Won't people think I'm selling 'em ? Alfred. You'll only wear that on special occa- sions, like when you go to tea with the toffs. I suppose you wouldn't mind that, old gal ? Florence. Now tell me all about my ancestors. Alfred. Wot shall I say now ? Well, you see, your father's father's, great-great-grandfather, was a soldier. Florence. A soldier ? Alfred. Not one of them fellows you see in the Park, with a gal an' a cane ; but the real thing, like one of them you see in the tower, covered all over with sheets of rusty pig iron, with rivets in it, an' a dish cover on their heads. You 'ad two fathers, properly speaking. Florence. 'Ow could I 'ave two fathers ? Alfred (confused). You have tw r o names, 'aven't yer ? Plantagenet and Tooder, both belonging to different 'ouses, the first 'ouse an' the second 'ouse. Now whether your great-great-grandfather was in the first 'ouse or the second 'ouse is wot we want to find out — very well then. Florence. 'Ere — you're getting a bit mixed, ain't yer ? Alfred. Well, perhaps I am ; anyhow, you are a lady, an' no mistake about it. Florence. Oh, Alf ! I always knew I was some- body, because I never stoop to nobody. When I've seen you sitting at the table, eating a herring, I always felt you were beneath me ; even when I was kitchen maid, I wiped the missus acrost the ear because she asked me to say Mum to 'er, and then I told her off, like a queen, an' I do believe if she 'ad answered me back, I'd 'ave left the 'ouse. Alfred. That shows the lady in yer. Florence. Now, I can't waste any more time on yer ; I must be up an' doin'. Cut the bread. Alfred. Hello, you are putting on a lot of swank, now yer a toff, ain't yer ? THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. ]] Florence. You ought to be proud, Alf Jones, to wait on a lady. Alfred. Can't you cut it yourself ? Florence. No, I'm goin' to wash my 'ands to make 'em white. When am I to see mv ancestors ? (He grins and grins.) Florence. Wot are yer grinning at ? Can't yer answer a question, my man? Alfred (smothering his laughter). My man ! ain't she biting ? Florence (dragging his hands down from his mouth). Wot about my auntsesters ? Alfred. Well, your aunt's sisters Florence. Not aunt's sisters ! Auntsesters Alfred. I said auntcestors ; you can see them any time you like. Florence. Where are they ? Alfred. In the Abbey. Florence. W r ot Abbey ? Alfred (with suppressed laughter). Westminster Abbey, of course. Florence. Wot are they doing there ? Alfred. Restin' their bones. Florence. Wot time can I see them ? Alfred. From ten till dusk. Florence. I must doss myself up, an' drop in on them ; they'll be wantin' to take me to banquets, an' beanfeasts. Alfred. Banquets an' beanfeasts. (Grinning.) Don't yer know yer ancestors are dead ? Florence (dropping a plate). Dead ! Oh, Alf ! when did they die ? Alfred. About a matter of four hundred years a g°- Florence. Four hundred years ago. (Wiping her eves.) An' I never heard anything about it. What did they die of, Alf ? 12 : THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. Alfred. They died of 'aving their 'eads cut off. Florence. Wot ? Alfred. Straight, they did. They died on the block. Come over an' 'ave your tea. {They sit at table.) Florence. Do yer mean my ancestors was mur- dered ? Alfred. They 'ad their nappers cut off by order of the king. (Business cutting bread, illustrating.) Lor lumme, a bloke was nobody in them days unless 'e 'ad 'is napper cut off ? Florence. Do yer mean, he couldn't hold 'is 'ead up until it was cut off ? Alfred. Which made it very awkward for them. Florence. Well, if that ain't upset me and made me turn right queer. (Emotionally.) 'Ere — (vio- lently) — cut my bread an' butter thin. I ain't a blooming navvy. Alfred. No, you're a lady, ain't yer ? Florence. Yes, an' I'm going to h'eat like a lady. Alfred. You are going to turn over a new leaf, then? Florence. I'm going to live up to my ancestors, I give yer my word, an' I'm going to begin to-day. Here, you've 'ad enough tea, just lace up my boots. Alfred. Well, that takes it. (Imitating her.) " Lace up my boots " ; you talk to me as if I was a sort of scullion. Florence. W r ot's that ? (Alf taking off her boots.) Alfred. Why, somebody as isn't fit to sit down at the same table with yer. Florence. Neither yer are. Alfred. 'Ere, 'old 'ard, 'old 'ard, yer ladyship, or yer'll get something you don't like. Florence (angrily). An' who'll do it ? Alfred. I will, jolly soon ■ III! llll I ■■■ Hilll II THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 13 Florence. You know better than strike yer betters ; blood tells, a lady is a lady born — -you can't mistake her. Alfred. I'm jolly well sure you can't. Florence. Pass me my slippers, and just give these boots a polish. Now look sharp about it. [Bullying.) And don't let me 'ave any saucy looks ; remember, I'm a lady. Alfred. Lor lumme, I wish I could forget it. Florence. You'll 'ave to wait on me, 'and an' foot, until I gets a maid. Alfred (polishing boots). Wot do you want a maid for ? Florence (admiring herself in glass). To do my 'air up, an' bath me in the morning. Alfred. Why, can't yer clean yerself ? Florence. Now I'm goin' in for improving my- self, an' the first thing I do is to improve ytm. I'm going to send you to a night school. Alfred (dropping boots). That takes it. Florence. I want you to learn French, an* Spanish, an' Latin. Alfred. Wot for ? Florence. So that you can teach it to me. I sharn't 'ave any time myself, wot with dances, an' balls, an' banquets (clasping her hands estatically) . Oh, I shall enjoy myself. I shall go into one of the swell restraunts an' ask for fish, an' chips, in seven different languages. Alfred. And then you'll wake up, old gal. Florence (continuing). I'll have a dancin' master. Alfred. Wot for ? Florence. To teach me a few fancy steps. Alfred. He can't teach you more than yer know. Florence. They dances different in society to wot you does before a barrel organ. I ain't going to dance any more like that — it's vulgar. I want a carriage an' pair, a footman, an' a couple of King Charleys in my lap. 14- THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. Alfred. King Charleys in yer lap ? Florence. Little dawgs, yer idiot. I can spend my money as I like, I'm my own boss. Alfred. Oh, no, you ain't. Florence. Yes I am. (Angrily.) Alfred. I'm jolly well sure you ain't, and you ain't going to 'ave no dancin' master. Florence. Look here, Alf Jones. I'm my own boss, see, and now I've come into my money, I'm coming out of my shell. Here, 'ave I worn this, common old jacket (taking up jacket) three winters an' summers, but I ain't goin' to wear it no longer. Alfred. Oh, ain't yer ? Florence. No, I ain't, see I wipes my feet on I'm going to 'ave nothing but the very best ; and it this old hat too (taking up a hat), I'll make a con- certina of it. (Jumps on it.) That's the end of that. Alfred. I suppose now you've come into money yer are going to be a beggar on horseback, an' turn yer back on yer pals. Florence. No, I ain't. I'm going to spend my money with a free 'and, but I won't forget them as is as poor as I was. Many a time my heart 'as fair ached to think I could not afford to 'elp my poor crippled sister, not even a bob a week, no matter 'ow she wanted it ; but now she shall live in comfort for the rest of her life. She 'as shared 'arf my sorrows with me, an' she's going to 'ave a bit of my happi- ness. I don't believe in people keepin' all their joy to themselves. Pass me that coat an' waistcoat of yours. . . . Alfred. Wot for ? Florence. Come on, hurry up. Alfred. Wot are yer going to do ? Florence. Never you mind. (Rolling them up.) There's poor old Joe Vish, as can't get a job because he ain't got a decent suit. He shall 'ave yours. Alfred. Here, 'old 'ard. (Stopping her.) Florence. I ain't mean, an' you shan't be. THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. 15 Don't let us forget them as is as poor as we was our- selves, now that we are 'arpy. Don't be 'ard- 'earted, Alt. We are rich, and let us be 'appy and grateful, and share our luck with them as never had any. Alfred (desperately). You ain't goin' to give Joe Vish my best Sunday togs ? i Florence. [ am. Alfred. No, you ain't. Florence. Why ain't I ? (Defiantly.) Alfred. We Can't afford it. Florence. Wot, not afford to give away an old coat an' vest ? You needn't be afraid, I'll buy you another. Alfred. No, you won't. Florence. Why won't I ? Alfred. Because you can't. Florence. Can't ! Alfred. No, can't. Florence. Why not ? Alfred. Because you ain't got no money. (Said loudly and brutally.) Florence. Eh ! (incredulously). Ain't got no money ! Alfred. No. Florence. Don't say that, Alf ; you'd kill me if I thought it was true. You're joking, but you can't kid me. Wot about the advertisement ? ■ Alfred. That was put in by one of them writin' fellows, who was writin' a book, showing what the big families of the nobility 'ad come down to. Florence. Do you mean to say — it's all a crool joke, an' I'm nobody after .all ? Alfred. I didn't like to tell you the truth. Florence (blankly, in a broken voice). Then I ain't no Duchess ? Alfred. No. You're plain Flo Jones. Florence (laughing wildly). Ha! ha! A nice duchess I'd make. The Duchess of Wot ? Look at 16 THE DUCHESS OF DOHERTY COURT. * 1 my carriages an' horses, an' my maids of honour. Wot a beautiful palace. I've got five an' a tanner a week. Alfred. I didn't think you'd believe me, old gal, or I wouldn't 'ave done it. Florence. Don't spare me — I ain't nobody, I ain't got no feeling. (Walks quietly to coat she has thrown down, and sobbing, she brushes it. Then she picks up hat and hangs it up, wiping her eyes and. sobbing. Then she stops sobbing and speaks quietly, trying to be cheerful.) They say, " Never throw away dirty water, before yer get clean." I shan't be able to help sister after all now. I ain't a lady, only a laughing stock. Oh, it was crool to play such a joke upon me. My 'eart is fair breakin'. Alfred (affected). Don't take on so, old gal. You shall 'elp your sister ; you shall send her a bob a week, an' your little brother threepence. There, there, cheer up, old gal ; look at this. (Shows hand- ful of money.) I told you I 'ad a bit of luck, but you wouldn't listen to me. I won all this on a horse. Florence. I don't want it. Alfred. Not thirty quid ? Florence. No, I don't want to look at it even. [Peeping at money.) Where is it ? Alfred (putting money in her lap). There you are. Ain't they beauties ? Now you are smilin' again. I Florence (tearfully). No, I ain't. Alfred. Yes, you are. Ha ! ha ! You're laugh- ing. I can see you. Florence (smiling sadly through tears). But I ain't no duchess. Alfred. Yes, you are. You're the Duchess of Doherty Court. My old Dutch ! Curtain. Butler & Tanner The Sclwood Printing Wi i One copy del. to Cat. Div. ' X»1*»WTroO ^OOIVT UlU; a^K J* hUx. .o,l£<: oiZC, blit llU-Ctl s^tllt; lb to ttHii loilg itUtt tf tettl UlgLi ami o&- tends with the Wings and Borders to 20 feet long and 11 $ feet high In the centre is a French window, leading down to the ground, On the left wing is a nreplace with mirror above, and on the right wing is an oil painting. The whole scene is tastefully ornamented and beautifully coloured, forming a most elegant picture. The above is a representation of a box scene consisting of 38 sheets of paper, the extra sheets being used for the doors each side. £ s. d. Back Scene, Border, and 1 Set of Wings, unmounted ... ..200 Ditto, mounted ,. 4 4 Back Scene, Border, with 2 Sets of Wings as above to form Box Scene, unmounted .. ... 2 10 Ditto, mounted ... „ 6 6 COTTAGE This is also Ktpt iu che large size only. In the centre is a door I adiug outside. O . the left centra is a rustic nreplace, and the right centre is a window. On th« Wings are painted shelves, &c, to complete the scene. The above is a represen- tation of this scene with 1 set of Wings only (not a Box Scene), but a Box Scena can '!» made b« r» 'if having the extra set of Wings. Prices and size same as drawing Room Scone above FRENCH'S ACTING EDITION 2287 8238 2239 2240 2241 2242 2213 2244 2245 224(5 2247 2248 2249 225U 2251 2252 2253 2254 22a 5 2256 2257 2258 2259 2260 2261 2262 2263 2264 2265 226B 2267 2268 22G9 2270 VOLUME 150 The Dentist Taken for Granted .lust as Well Hogmany Pansy A Doctor's Engage- ments A Duet My Milliner's Bill, Is. My Aunt from Cali- fornia His Life for Hers The Meeting The Umbrella Duologue The Late Lamented Woman Triumphant Angelina's Lover VOLUME 151 Chrvsanthemums My First Client Punctured Old Pals Honeymoon Tragedy Commission Hal, the Highwayman Dinner for Two Ninth Waltz Human Sport Collaborators Mere Man Packing Up Paying Guest 'Enery Brown VOLUME 152 The Jilt 'Op-o'-Me-Thumb A Marriage lias Been Arranged Carrots Conversion of Nat Sturge 2271 Clerical 2272 AubrevC 2273 Work box 2274 Two on a 2275 Bridget's 2276 That Bri 2277 Well Ma "2278 Maker of men 2279 Gutter of Time 2i80 Game of Chess VOLUME 153 2281 Mr. Steinmannlfl Corner 2282 EUa's Apology 2283 "Colour Sergeant 2284 Helpless Couple 2285 First Aid to the Wounded 2286 Correct Thing 2287 Their New Paying Guest 2288 Domestic Entangle- ment 2289 Salt of Life 2290 Time is Money 2291 Wally and the Widow 2292 Deceitful Miss Smiths 2 93 Holly Tree Inn 2294 Up-to-date 2295 Bit of Old Chelsea VOLUME 154 2296 Wrong Side of the Road 2297 The Open Door 2298 Prima Donna (Pem- berton) 2299 Lights Out(Pemberton) 2 7 00 Mirror of Time 2301 Three Blind Mice (Muskerry) 2302 Privy Council 2303 Snowed up with a Duchess 432 535 7 .L.TTCTHUIEI 2310 Uncle Dick's Darlin VOLUME 155 2311 That Horrid Major 2312 Bai-dw'ell v. Piekwi. 2313 House of Nightingj 2314 Turtle Doves ' [ ^315 Superior Miss Pellei 2316 His Good Genius 2317 Martha Plays the Fa 2318 Dumb Cake 2319 Proposing by Proxy 2320 Phrenix 232! Boatswain's Mate 2322 Final Rehearsal 2323 Two Aunts at a Tin 2324 Nelson Touch 2325 Convict on theHea VOLUME 156 2326 Grev Parrot 2327 Ghost of Jerfy Bum 232S Bishop's Cahdlestic 2329 Peacemaker 2330 Changeling 2331 Wire Entanglement 2332 Pride of Regiment 2335 " :588" 2334 Man on the Kerb 233-1 O'Dowd 2336 Impertinence of Creature 2337 Dramatist at Home 2338 Martha the Sooths? 2339 Old Maitha Is. 2i40 All Through Marths AN AMERICAN CITIZEN BILLYS LITTLE LOVE AFFAIR BR A C K F P A RTRI D G E S BRIXTON BURGLARY CAPTAIN SWIFT CASSILIS ENGAGEMENT CHARITY THAT BEGAN AT ID>ME COUNTRY MOUSE DR. WAKE'S PATIENT FACING THE MUSIC FASCINATING MR. VAN- DERVELDT IDLER. 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