A Man of Honour E-Book

William Somerset Maugham

• Herausgeber: Interactive Media
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

"A Man of Honour: A Tragedy in Four Acts" by William Somerset Maugham delves into the complex world of integrity and betrayal. The play revolves around Teddy, a principled young man entangled in a web of deceit and moral dilemmas. As he struggles with his own values in the face of love and societal expectations, Teddy's choices lead to devastating consequences. Maugham’s poignant drama explores themes of honor, sacrifice, and the harsh realities of human nature, crafting a powerful and tragic tale.

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William Somerset Maugham

A Man of Honour: A Tragedy In Four Acts

New Edition

New Edition

Published by Sovereign Classic

This Edition

First published in 2021

Copyright © 2021 Sovereign Classic

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ISBN: 9781787362741

Contents

CHARACTERS

THE FIRST ACT

THE SECOND ACT

THE THIRD ACT

THE FOURTH ACT.

CHARACTERS

Basil Kent

Jenny Bush

James Bush

John Halliwell

Mabel

Hilda Murray

Robert Brackley

Mrs. Griggs

Fanny

Butler

Time: The Present Day.

Act I—Basil’s lodgings in Bloomsbury.

Acts II and IV—The drawing-room of Basil’s house at Putney.

Act III—Mrs. Murray’s house in Charles Street.

THE FIRST ACT

Sitting-room of Basil’s Lodgings in Bloomsbury.

In the wall facing the auditorium, two windows with little iron balconies, giving a view of London roofs. Between the windows, against the wall, is a writing-desk littered with papers and books. On the right is a door, leading into the passage; on the left a fire-place with arm-chairs on either side; on the chimney-piece various smoking utensils. There are numerous bookshelves filled with books; while on the walls are one or two Delft plates, etchings after Rossetti, autotypes of paintings by Fra Angelico and Botticelli. The furniture is simple and inexpensive, but there is nothing ugly in the room. It is the dwelling-place of a person who reads a great deal and takes pleasure in beautiful things.

Basil Kent is leaning back in his chair, with his feet on the writing-table, smoking a pipe and cutting the pages of a book. He is a very good-looking man of six-and-twenty, clean-shaven, with a delicate face and clear-cut features. He is dressed in a lounge-suit.

[There is a knock at the door.

Basil.

Come in.

Mrs. Griggs.

Did you ring, sir?

Basil.

Yes. I expect a lady to tea. And there’s a cake that I bought on my way in.

Mrs. Griggs.

Very well, sir.

[She goes out, and immediately comes in with a

tray on which are two cups, sugar, milk,

&c.

Basil.

Oh, Mrs. Griggs, I want to give up these rooms this day week. I’m going to be married. I’m sorry to leave you. You’ve made me very comfortable.

Mrs. Griggs.

[With a sigh of resignation.] Ah, well, sir, that’s lodgers all over. If they’re gents they get married; and if they’re ladies they ain’t respectable.

[A ring is heard.

Basil.

There’s the bell, Mrs. Griggs. I dare say it’s the lady I expect. If any one else comes, I’m not at home.

Mrs. Griggs.

Very well, sir.

[She goes out, and Basil occupies himself for a

moment in putting things in order. Mrs.

Griggs, opening the door, ushers in the

new-comers.

Mrs. Griggs.

If you please, sir.

[She goes out again, and during the next few

speeches brings two more cups and the tea.

[Mabel and Hilda enter, followed by John

Halliwell. Basil going towards them

very cordially, half stops when he notices

who they are; and a slight expression of

embarrassment passes over his face. But

he immediately recovers himself and is

extremely gracious. Hilda Murray is a

tall, handsome woman, self-possessed and

admirably gowned. Mabel Halliwell is

smaller, pretty rather than beautiful,

younger than her sister, vivacious, very

talkative, and somewhat irresponsible.

John is of the same age as Basil, good-humoured,

neither handsome nor plain

blunt of speech and open.

Basil.

[Shaking hands.] How d’you do?

Mabel.

Look pleased to see us, Mr. Kent.

Basil.

I’m perfectly enchanted.

Hilda.

You did ask us to come and have tea with you, didn’t you?

Basil.

I’ve asked you fifty times. Hulloa, John! I didn’t see you.

John.

I’m the discreet husband, I keep in the background.

Mabel.

Why don’t you praise me instead of praising yourself? People would think it so much nicer.

John.

On the contrary, they’d be convinced that when we were alone I beat you. Besides, I couldn’t honestly say that you kept in the background.

Hilda.

[To Basil.] I feel rather ashamed at taking you unawares.

Basil.

I was only slacking. I was cutting a book.

Mabel.

That’s ever so much more fun than reading it, isn’t it? [She catches sight of the tea things.] Oh, what a beautiful cake—and two cups! [She looks at him, questioning.]

Basil.

[A little awkwardly.] Oh—I always have an extra cup in case some one turns up, you know.

Mabel.

How unselfish! And do you always have such expensive cake?

Hilda.

[With a smile, remonstrating.] Mabel!

Mabel.

Oh, but I know them well, and I love them dearly. They cost two shillings at the Army and Navy Stores, but I can’t afford them myself.

John.

I wish you’d explain why we’ve come, or Basil will think I’m responsible.

Mabel.

[Lightly.] I’ve been trying to remember ever since we arrived. You say it, Hilda; you invented it.

Hilda.

[With a laugh.] Mabel, I’ll never take you out again. They’re perfectly incorrigible, Mr. Kent.

Basil.

[To John and Mabel, smiling.] I don’t know why you’ve come. Mrs. Murry has promised to come and have tea with me for ages.

Mabel.

[Pretending to feel injured.] Well, you needn’t turn me out the moment we arrive. Besides, I refuse to go till I’ve had a piece of that cake.

Basil.

Well, here’s the tea! [Mrs. Griggs brings it in as he speaks. He turns to Hilda.] I wish you’d pour it out. I’m so clumsy.

Hilda.

[Smiling at him affectionately.] I shall be delighted.

[She proceeds to do so, and the conversation goes

on while Basil hands Mabel tea and cake.

John.

I told them it was improper for more than one woman at a time to call at a bachelor’s rooms, Basil.

Basil.

If you’d warned me I’d have made the show a bit tidier.

Mabel.

Oh, that’s just what we didn’t want. We wanted to see the Celebrity at Home, without lime-light.

Basil.

[Ironically.] You’re too flattering.

Mabel.

By the way, how is the book?

Basil.

Quite well, thanks.

Mabel.

I always forget to ask how it’s getting on.

Basil.

On the contrary, you never let slip an opportunity of making kind inquiries.

Mabel.

I don’t believe you’ve written a word of it.

Hilda.

Nonsense, Mabel. I’ve read it.

Mabel.

Oh, but you’re such a monster of discretion.... Now I want to see your medals, Mr. Kent.

Basil.

[Smiling.] What medals?

Mabel.

Don’t be coy! You know I mean the medals they gave you for going to the Cape.

Basil.

[Gets them from a drawer, and with a smile hands them to Mabel.] If you really care to see them, here they are.

Mabel.

[Taking one.] What’s this?

Basil.

Oh, that’s just the common or garden South African medal.

Mabel.

And the other one?

Basil.

That’s the D.S.M.

Mabel.

Why didn’t they give you the D.S.O.?

Basil.

Oh, I was only a trooper, you know. They only give the D.S.O. to officers.

Mabel.

And what did you do to deserve it?

Basil.

[Smiling.] I really forget.

Hilda.

It’s given for distinguished service in the field, Mabel.

Mabel.

I knew. Only I wanted to see if Mr. Kent was modest or vain.

Basil.

[With a smile, taking the medals from her and putting them away.] How spiteful of you!

Mabel.

John, why didn’t you go to the Cape, and do heroic things?

John.

I confined my heroism to the British Isles. I married you, my angel.

Mabel.

Is that funny or vulgar?

Basil.

[Laughing.] Are there no more questions you want to ask me, Mrs. Halliwell?

Mabel.

Yes, I want to know why you live up six flights of stairs.

Basil.

[Amused.] For the view, simply and solely.

Mabel.

But, good heavens, there is no view. There are only chimney-pots.

Basil.