The Importance of Being Earnest Page #9

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and any inconvenience

I may have caused you...

in your infancy...

I feel it is my duty to resign

my position in this household.

The suggestion is absurd.

I won't hear of it.

Sir, it is my duty to leave.

I have really nothing more

to teach dear Cecily.

In the very difficult

accomplishment...

of getting married...

I fear

my sweet and clever pupil...

has far outstripped her teacher.

No.

A moment, um, Miss Prism.

Dr. Chasuble.

I've come

to the conclusion...

that the primitive church

is in error...

on certain points

on the question of matrimony.

Corrupt readings seem

to have crept into the text.

In consequence. I--

I beg to solicit...

the honour of your hand.

Frederick.

Laetitia.

-My dear Cecily.

-My dearest Algernon.

My own Gwendolen.

My own--

But wait! Who are you?

I mean, what is your

Christian name, Mr. Moncrieff?

Now you have become

someone else.

Good heavens,

I'd quite forgotten that point.

The question had better be

cleared up at once.

Aunt Augusta, a moment.

At the time when Miss Prism

left me in the handbag...

had I been christened already?

Yes, I think you were

christened after your father.

I see. Then what was

my father's Christian name?

I cannot at the present moment

recall...

what the general's name was.

I have no doubt he had one.

Algy, can't you recollect what

our father's Christian name was?

My dear fellow, we were hardly

on speaking terms.

He died when I was only three.

His name would appear

on the army lists...

of the period,

I suppose, Aunt Augusta.

The general was essentially

a man of peace...

except in his domestic life.

But no doubt

his name would appear...

on any military directory.

The army lists

of the last 40 years are here.

These delightful records should

have been my constant study.

Lieutenants. captains...

colonels...

-Oh!

-colonels...

generals.

"M."

"Maxbohm," "Magley"...

"Markby," "Migsby," "Mobbs,"

"Moncrieff."

"Lieutenant, 1860.

"Christian names..."

I always told you, Gwendolen...

that my name was Ernest,

didn't I?

Well, it is Ernest after all.

I mean, it naturally is Ernest.

Ernest. My own Ernest.

I felt from the first that

you could have no other name.

My nephew.

You seem to be displaying

signs of triviality.

On the contrary, Aunt Augusta.

I've now realized for

the first time in my life...

the vital importance

of being earnest.

The western wind

is blowing fair

Across the dark Aegean Sea

And at

the secret marble stair

My Tyrian galley

waits for thee

Come down,

the purple sail is spread

The watchman

sleeps within the town

Oh leave

thy lily-flowered bed

Oh lady mine, come down

Come down

Lady, come down

Come down

Lady, come down

Oh lady, come down

She will not come.

I know her well

Of lover's vows.

she hath no care

And little good

a man can tell

Of one so cruel

and so fair

True love

is but a woman's toy

They never know

the lover's pain

And I who loved

as loves a boy

Must love in vain

Must love in vain

Come down

Come down

Lady, come down

Come down

Come down

Lady, come down

I think your high notes...

may have damaged

our chances, old boy.

You do want them

to come down, don't you?

She's never

going to come down...

if you're singing like that,

youre completely out of tune.

-How dare you?

-I'll take this.

You leave this to me,

you go and have a lie down, old man.

No, I'll take this bit.

Out of my way,

I'm coming through.

Go easy, my dear fellow.

Come do-o-o-own

Come down

Lady, come down

Overdoing it, less is more.

Come down

Come down

Lady, come down

That wasn't so bad, was it?

Maybe they're not

going to come down.

Think we should go up?

Maybe we should go up.

Algy,

you're always talking nonsense.

Well, it's better

than listening to it.

Lady, come down

Did you hear

what I was playing, Lane?

I didn't think it

polite to listen, sir.

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