RALPH, NOGGS, FANNY, MRS. SQUEERS Pg 38-40 NOGGS. Yes Sir?
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RALPH, NOGGS, FANNY, MRS. SQUEERS Pg 38-40 NOGGS. Yes sir? RALPH. Who called in my absence? NOGGS. A strange looking man. Kept whittling at his dirty fingernails with a knife. Didn’t like the looks of him. RALPH. What did he want? NOGGS. Didn’t say. RALPH. Did he leave a name? NOGGS. Not a syllable as to his identity. RALPH. Anyone else? NOGGS. MRS. SQUEERS and FANNY Squeers. RALPH. What do they want? NOGGS. Didn’t say. RALPH. Admit them. (NOGGS exits. RALPH rubs his chin and thinks.) Hmmmm. Most unusual for that pair to be in London. (MRS. SQUEERS enters. FANNY follows her.) RALPH. I trust you have not waited long. MRS. SQUEERS. We would have waited all week to bring you news of your wretched nephew. RALPH. What’s this? Nicholas? MRS. SQUEERS. You may call him Nicholas. We call him assassin! Bandit! Criminal! Baboon! (FANNY wails and collapses on the bench. She cries hysterically.) FANNY. He should be punished. MRS. SQUEERS. That boy broke poor Fanny’s heart. He led her on, always lurking about, pretending that his love for her was deep and sincere. (FANNY wails all the more.) When he had her loyalty and love, he cast her aside. Casanova! Brute! Okra! FANNY. He’s wicked! (She wails again.) RALPH. I’m astonished. MRS. SQUEERS. There is more! RALPH. Not of a like nature, I trust. MRS. SQUEERS. Worse! It is me, Mrs. Squeers, who must come to London for the new boys. Poor Squeery was beaten so badly by your nephew that he cannot stir from his bed. He’ll be under the sheets for weeks. RALPH. Impossible MRS. SQUEERS. And who’s to pay the doctor, I should like to know? FANNY. He took Smike with him. MRS. SQUEERS. He stole Smike. RALPH. Smike? MRS. SQUEERS. A miserable boy that Mr. Squeers and me took to our bosoms. Your nephew was trouble from the day he came to Dotheboys Hall. Encouraging the boys to revolt, upsetting a happy home, and casting me daughter adrift. (FANNY wails.) RALPH. I see. MADELAINE and RALPH Pg. 70 MADELAINE. He is seeing fresh air. His lungs are fragile. Shall I go with you, Father? RALPH. You are a dutiful and respectful daughter, Miss Bray. It is a fine thing to see in this troublesome age. MADELAINE. We are penniless, my father and I, and well you know it. If this marriage will erase my father’s debts and secure him some measure of comfort and ease, I will obey his order to wed. In this matter he has treated my wishes and hopes shabbily. But you are correct, sir. I am a dutiful and respectful daughter. Though, I fear, I shall pay heavily for these virtues. RALPH, NICHOLAS, KATE, MRS. NICKLEBY Pg. 9-10 KATE. I wonder, Uncle, might we sit? Mother is tired. RALPH. Forgive me. (He indicates the bench. MRS. NICKLEBY and KATE sit.) MRS. NICKLEBY. We came directly from the coach. RALPH. Where are you staying? MRS. NICKLEBY. We have no lodgings…. (a meaningful pause.) As yet. (This is what RALPH feared and he grunts.) RALPH. I shall be direct. You must bear up against sorrow, ma’am. I always do. MRS. NICKLEBY. (plucking out a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbing her eyes.) Mine was no common loss. RALPH. It was no uncommon loss. Husbands die every day. Wives, too. NICHOLAS. (with a hint of criticism) Brothers also, sir. (RALPH gives NICHOLAS an indignant look as he didn’t care for thee tone of NICHOLAS’ voice.) RALPH (meaning NICHOLAS) and puppies likewise. (To MRS. NICKLEBY). You intend to remain in London? NICHOLAS. It is here we plan to seek our fortune, Uncle? RALPH. I take it you are well supplied with funds? MRS. NICKLEBY. We are almost penniless. Some time ago, I advised my husband to “speculate”. He did and lost everything. KATE. We sold what furnishings we possessed to pay for the coach fare. RALPH. Still, I would advise you to return home. MRS. NICKLEBY. Home? What home? We have no home. Since you are our only living relative, we have come to you. It was your brother’s dying wish that I should appeal to you on behalf of his children. RALPH. I am not a man of wealth. I work for my daily bread and expect others to do the same. (NICHOLAS bristles) NICHOLAS. I do not expect you to support us, Uncle. RALPH. In that case, you will not be disappointed. KATE. I am not afraid of honest labor. NICHOLAS. Perhaps we have made a mistake in coming here. MRS. NICKLEBY. Nicholas, please RALPH. Hold your tongue, sir! Upon my word. This is a fine beginning. WACKFORD, MRS. SQUEERS, SMIKE, NICHOLAS Pg. 19-21 SMIKE. Please, Mr. Squeers….. WACKFOR. Bless me. It’s Smike – in with my younger nobles as if he were a regular pupil! SMIKE. (with his head bowed) No m-m-message of any kind for Smike? MRS. SQUEERS. For a miserable flea like you? Well, I never. (She laughs. WACKFORD also laughs.) WACKFORD. Observe this pitiful creature, Nickleby. A dim brain in this one’s head. Came here years ago. I only received money for a short time. Out of charity, ever since, I’ve cared for him as if he were my own. MRS. SQUEERS. He’s a stupid, ungrateful boy. If it weren’t for our kindness, he’s have died of neglect long ago. SMIKE (haltingly). I only thought….someone….somewhere….might remember me. MRS. SQUEERS. Who’d want to remember the likes of you? WACKFORD. This pointer will remember you for not tending to your barnyard duties! Come here! (SMIKE sets to WACKFORD who beats him to the floor.) NICHOLAS. Sir, I must protest! MRS. SQUEERS. Keep your place, Knuckleboy! Or we’ll send you packing. […] NICHOLAS. Only one. Where do I sleep? WACKKFORD. You’ll find straw our by the stable. There’s space in the attic. It ought to do for now. (WACKFORD exits. NICHOLAS stares after him.) NICHOLAS. What a monstrous place I’ve come to. (He hears SMIKE sobbing.) Poor lad. I’d forgotten about him. (He steps toward SMIKE who shrinks away.) You need not fear me. SMIKE. N-n-no? NICHOLAS. Stand up now. Brush yourself off. (SMIKE stands and brushes at his rags.) Are you hurt? SMIKE. No more than usual. NICHOLAS. You are shivering. Are you cold? SMIKE. I am used to it. NICHOLAS. Poor fellow. (SMIKE buries his face in his hands and sobs.) SMIKE. I will die here…unwanted and unloved. What face will smile on me when I die? No hope, no hope for Smike. SIR FREDERICK, LADY HAWK, KATE, RALPH Pg 27-28 LADY HAWK. Long in London, Miss Nickleby? KATE. Barely a month, m’lady. SIR FREDERICK. Are you enjoying the sights of London? KATE. I’ve known a few of them, m’lord. SIR FREDERICK. You must permit me to show you about. (He takes her head and kisses it. KATE is uncomfortable with his attention.) KATE. What would you like to see in the shop? SIR FREDERICK. A smile from your ruby lips. (LADY HAWK laughs.) LADY HAWK. Is he not charming? Sir Frederick could steal the heart from any girl. (RALPH enters.) KATE. Please, Sir Frederick. My hand. (He releases her hand.) LADY HAWK. Pick out a bonnet for me, Sir Frederick. You have such good taste. (KATE and SIR FREDERICK exit) RALPH. Lady Hawk LADY HAWK. Wonder of wonders. You in a dress shop. (She thinks about KATE.) Nickleby? Nickleby? Aha, then Kate Nickleby is some kind of relative? RALPH. She is my niece. LADY HAWK. Sir Frederick has taken a fancy to her. RALPH. Indeed LADY HAWK. He saw her yesterday and was quite smitten. RALPH. No doubt you are leading him to ruin and damnation as you have led so many others. LADY HAWK. Bite your tongue, sir. RALPH. None of your wiles with me, m’lady. You lead gentlemen to the card tables, the horse track and eventually ruin them. But not, I daresay, before you have turned a tidy sum yourself. LADY HAWK. You are hardly one to talk, Ralph Nickleby. All of London knows your reputation as a miser and a greedy moneylender. Your heart is not a muscle. It’s a stone. CHARLES, NICHOLAS, TIM, MADELAINE Pg. 30-31 CHARLES. Well, Tim, your instincts are usually good and you approve of young Nicholas Nickleby. TIM. I have seen his penmanship. His capital B’s and D’s are exactly like mine. He’ll do. CHARLES. When my brother Ned returns, I shall be happy to inform him the firm of Cherryble Brothers has a new employee. NICHOLAS. Fortune is at last smiling upon me. CHARLES. What a wretched school you have described. Dotheboys Hall and such places should be torn down stone by stone. (MADELAINE enters tentatively.) MADELAINE. Dear Mr. Cheeryble. CHARLES. Bless me. Madelaine, my dear. MADELAINE (emotionally). I would not dream of disturbing you. Only I am at wits’ end. If you cannot help me, I fear Father and I will end in debtors’ prison. (She dissolves into tears). CHARLES. My poor child. (He guides her to a chair). Tim, the water jug on my desk. Fetch a glass. (TIM exits.) MADELAINE. I have sought work everywhere. Alas, I have had no success. I fear in coming here like this I exhibit no pride. CHARLES. Pride? Why do you speak of pride? If you are in trouble, child, where else should you come? (to NICHOLAS.) My brother and I knew Madelaine’s mother.