Jamaica Inn (Oberon Modern Plays)
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Act One. ACT TWO Scene 1 WOMAN/COMPANY: Oh the young are always selfish It’s how they get ahead But you’ll never learn to face the world By lying in your bed. If you bury your face in the pillow Then the world goes on the same. You can claim it’s not your business That you’ve growing up to do Still the children cry and the women weep So what’re you going to do? If you bury your face in the pillow Then the world goes on the same. If you stay alive you’re living In a world of more
wants her supper? Get her some bacon and a drink. (He lifts MARY’s box like a feather onto his shoulder.) I’ll take this to your room. Patience? You’ve no need to cry now have you? Mary’s here now. We’ll all like that. (He puts his hand out towards MARY, laughing.) Are you tame or do you bite? (Not waiting for a reply he laughs and exits with the box.) PATIENCE: (Makes a great effort to recover herself, acting like a hostess.) You mustn’t mind your Uncle Joss. MARY: No? PATIENCE: (She
her into the carriage.) You’re soaked through. MARY: I’m all right. DAVEY: Give me your shawl and put this round you. You can change underneath. That’s it. Let me take that for you. You’ll catch your death if you stay in those wet things. Why, your shoes are full of water. MARY starts to take off her clothes under the horse hair blanket. She hands shoes, stockings, bodice to DAVEY who puts them carefully to dry. She sits with the blanket clasped round her. Let me rub your feet. Such small
simpers in harmony. JOSS: Well, aren’t you pleased to see me? MARY: I hope you had a pleasant journey Uncle. JOSS: Pleasant be damned. There was money in it, and that’s all I care. I’ll warrant you two have gabbled yourselves hoarse in my absence. (He laughs at his own joke.) PATIENCE joins in the laughing. JOSS stops and looks at her. She stops, begins to work her mouth again in fear, looking down at her hands. MARY: We’ve shared happy memories of my mother and of Helford. It’s calm there
You know no one comes here. No one that’s fit to call your company. PATIENCE: Oh I think you’re mistaken. Why only the other day a neighbour said of my baking ‘Mrs Merlyn nobody can bake a cake like you.’ MARY: Last night a man was murdered here. PATIENCE: You must have been dreaming. I don’t dream. MARY: Will you not listen to me? You can’t stay here! PATIENCE: This is my home. Joss is my husband. I do annoy him I know, but with you here, I won’t be so bad. MARY: Then you won’t come?