The Drone

The Drone, by Rutherford
Mayne

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Title: The Drone A Play in Three Acts
Author: Rutherford Mayne

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THE DRONE
A Play in Three Acts
by
RUTHERFORD MAYNE

Luce & Co. Boston Copyright, 1912. Samuel Waddell.

TO
SEVEEN

CHARACTERS
JOHN MURRAY, A farmer. DANIEL MURRAY, His brother. MARY
MURRAY, John's daughter. ANDREW MCMINN, A farmer. SARAH
MCMINN, His sister. DONAL MACKENZIE, A Scotch engineer.
SAM BROWN, A labourer in John Murray's employment. KATE, A
servant girl in John Murray's employment. ALICK MCCREADY, A
young farmer.
The action takes place throughout in the kitchen of John Murray in the
County of Down.
TIME ... The present day.

The Drone
A COMEDY IN THREE ACTS
ACT I.

SCENE: The farm kitchen of John Murray. It is large and spacious,
with a wide open fire-place to the right. At the back is one door leading
to the parlour and other rooms in the house, also a large window
overlooking the yard outside. To the left of this window is the door
leading into the yard, and near the door an old-fashioned grandfather's
clock. Opposite to the fire-place on the left side is another door leading
into Daniel Murray's workshop, and beside this door is a large dresser
with crockery, &c. At the back beneath the window is a table near
which KATE, the servant, a slatternly dressed girl of some thirty years
of age or more, is seated. She is carefully examining some cakes of
soda bread, and has a bucket beside her into which she throws the
rejected pieces.
KATE. That one's stale. It would break your teeth to eat it. (She throws
the cake into the bucket.) And the mice have nibbled that one. And
there's another as bad. (She throws both pieces into the bucket.)
(BROWN, the servant man, opens the door from yard and enters. He is
elderly, and with a pessimistic expression of face, relieved somewhat by
the sly humour that is in his eyes. He walks slowly to the centre of the
kitchen, looks at KATE, and then turns his eyes, with a disgusted shake
of the head, towards the dresser as if searching for something.)
BROWN. Well! Well! Pigs get fat and men get lean in this house.
KATE. It's you again, is it? And what are you looking now?
BROWN. I'm looking a spanner for the boss. The feedboard to the
threshing machine got jammed just when halfway through the first
stack, and he is in a lamentable temper.
KATE (uneasily). Is he? (She starts hurriedly to clear up the table.)
BROWN (watching her slyly to see what effect his words have). And
he's been grumbling all morning about the way things is going on in
this house. Bread and things wasted and destroyed altogether.
KATE. Well, it's all Miss Mary's fault. I told her about this bread

yesterday forenoon, and she never took any heed to me.
BROWN. Miss Mary? (With a deprecatory shake of his head.) What
does a slip of a girl like that know about housekeeping and her not
home a half-year yet from the boarding-school in the big town, and
with no mother nor nobody to train her. (He stares in a puzzled way at
the dresser.) I don't see that spanner at all. Did you see it, Kate?
KATE. No. I've more to do than look for spanners.
BROWN (gazing reproachfully at her and then shaking his head). It's a
nice house, right enough. (Lowering his voice.) And I suppose old Mr.
Dan is never up yet. I was told by Johnny McAndless, he was terribly
full last night at McArn's publichouse and talking--ach--the greatest
blethers about this new invention of his.
KATE. Do you say so?
BROWN. Aye. No wonder he's taking a lie this morning. (He peeps
into the door of the workshop.) He's not in his wee workshop?
KATE. No. Miss Mary is just after taking up his breakfast to him.
BROWN. Some people get living easy in this world. (He gives a last
look at the dresser.) Well divil a spanner can I see. I'll tell the master
that. (He goes out again through the yard door, and as he does so,
MARY MURRAY comes through the door from the inner rooms,
carrying