Six Short Plays

Six Short Plays

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Title: Six Short Plays, Complete
Author: John Galsworthy
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIX SHORT
PLAYS BY GALSWORTHY ***
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SIX SHORT PLAYS, Complete
By John Galsworthy
Contents: The First and Last The Little Man Hall-Marked Defeat The
Sun Punch and Go

THE FIRST AND THE LAST
A Drama In Three Scenes

PERSONS OF THE PLAY
KEITH DARRANT, K.C. LARRY DARRANT, His Brother.
WANDA.

SCENE I. KEITH'S Study.
SCENE II. WANDA's Room.
SCENE III. The Same.
Between SCENE I. and SCENE II.--Thirty hours. Between SCENE II.
and SCENE III.--Two months.

SCENE I
It is six o'clock of a November evening, in KEITH DARRANT'S study.
A large, dark-curtained room where the light from a single
reading-lamp falling on Turkey carpet, on books beside a large
armchair, on the deep blue-and-gold coffee service, makes a sort of
oasis before a log fire. In red Turkish slippers and an old brown velvet
coat, KEITH DARRANT sits asleep. He has a dark, clean-cut,
clean-shaven face, dark grizzling hair, dark twisting eyebrows.

[The curtained door away out in the dim part of the room behind him is
opened so softly that he does not wake. LARRY DARRANT enters and
stands half lost in the curtain over the door. A thin figure, with a worn,
high cheek-boned face, deep-sunk blue eyes and wavy hair all
ruffled--a face which still has a certain beauty. He moves inwards along
the wall, stands still again and utters a gasping sigh. KEITH stirs in his
chair.]
KEITH. Who's there?
LARRY. [In a stifled voice] Only I--Larry.
KEITH. [Half-waked] Come in! I was asleep. [He does not turn his
head, staring sleepily at the fire.]
The sound of LARRY's breathing can be heard.
[Turning his head a little] Well, Larry, what is it?
LARRY comes skirting along the wall, as if craving its support, outside
the radius of the light.
[Staring] Are you ill?
LARRY stands still again and heaves a deep sigh.
KEITH. [Rising, with his back to the fire, and staring at his brother]
What is it, man? [Then with a brutality born of nerves suddenly ruffled]
Have you committed a murder that you stand there like a fish?
LARRY. [In a whisper] Yes, Keith.
KEITH. [With vigorous disgust] By Jove! Drunk again! [In a voice
changed by sudden apprehension] What do you mean by coming here
in this state? I told you---- If you weren't my brother----! Come here,
where I can we you! What's the matter with you, Larry?
[With a lurch LARRY leaves the shelter of the wall and sinks into a
chair in the circle of light.]
LARRY. It's true.
[KEITH steps quickly forward and stares down into his brother's eyes,
where is a horrified wonder, as if they would never again get on terms
with his face.]
KEITH. [Angry, bewildered-in a low voice] What in God's name is this
nonsense?
[He goes quickly over to the door and draws the curtain aside, to see
that it is shut, then comes back to LARRY, who is huddling over the
fire.]
Come, Larry! Pull yourself together and drop exaggeration! What on

earth do you mean?
LARRY. [In a shrill outburst] It's true, I tell you; I've killed a man.
KEITH. [Bracing himself; coldly] Be quiet!
LARRY lifts his hands and wrings them.
[Utterly taken aback] Why come here and tell me this?
LARRY. Whom should I tell, Keith? I came to ask what I'm to do--
give myself up, or what?