The Old Fashioned Way Page #4

"Here comes the prince. "

"What's the lowest you'll take for | your... " "Here comes the prince. "

"What's the... " | "Here comes the prince. "

There goes the prince. | "What's the... "

Another Gelder sleeve.

Listen, Sheriff, | can't you wait a bit?

My girl's got a part | in the show tonight.

I can't help that.

I didn't come all the way from | New Philadelphia to see her.

Well, well, my old friend, | Sheriff Prettywillie.

How are all the elks | over in New Philadelphia?

Most of them are waiting | for the money you owe them.

They are, eh? | And I'm here to get it!

Oh, another valentine, eh?

What're you | up to now, Walter?

Just an attachment on scenery, | costumes and box-office receipts.

Anything else?

I'll be responsible | for the amount.

Now, Cleo, you don't know | what you're getting into.

Don't do that, Cleo.

Then don't interfere | with my career.

Cleo, that little | investment of yours

will garner you | a million dollars.

Here, take it back.

Places everybody, | quickly! Come on.

"What's the lowest you'll take | for your rotten carcass now... "

"Here comes the prince. "

Who was that?

That's my girl. | She owns half the town.

Oh.

I have just come | from the cottage

of the widow Wilson | and her daughter.

The widow and the child | must quit the cottage.

Here comes the girl now. | I must watch her closely.

I have now nearly reached | the old mansion house.

In a few moments I shall see this Edward | Middleton, this dissipated collegian.

I see a gentleman approaches.

My fears tell me | that this is the man I seek.

I shall pause | till he has reached the house.

Good day, son of my old friend. | I've been looking for you.

Ah, Mr. Cribbs, any friends of | my father are always welcome.

Nobly said. I wish to speak to | you with regard to the cottage

you recently inherited | from your late father.

I have an opportunity | of selling it.

Why, I understand that a widow | and her only daughter...

Who are in arrears for rent.

To turn them forth | upon the world

in the present condition | of the old lady...

In short, Mr. Cribbs,

I cannot think | of depriving them of a home

dear to them | as the apple of their eyes.

You are pleased to be | pleasant today, Mr. Middleton.

Good day.

Good day.

Boo! | Boo!

Blessing of the widow | and fatherless be upon thee.

This then is the widow's daughter, | nurtured in the wilderness.

She knows naught | to the cold forms

of the fashionable | miscalled world.

Oh, stay, sir, I pray you. This | is part of the rent which...

Nay, dear girl. Keep it | as a portion of your dowry.

Sir?

Ah, little did I think when I thought | of selling that dear old cottage

that it should be regarded | as a casket,

invaluable for the jewel | which it contains.

Are you hurted again?

Never mind hurted! | Get it off!

Meshach and Abednigo!

The same foot again.

What are you doing now?

Put it down!

"Here comes the prince. "

"Here comes the prince. "

When's Cleo gonna act | in this show?

Oh, Cleo, | oh, yes, yes, yes.

She'll probably go on | right after the epilogue.

Don't be impatient, dear. | Don't be impatient.

That is good brandy, Landlord. | I'll take another glass.

Certainly.

He's not here.

Fancy meeting you here, | Mr. Middleton.

Fill them up, barkeep.

But come, gentlemen. | Come one, come all!

Let's drink to the health of | my old, tried friend, Cribbs!

Again, Mr. Middleton! | To my health! Health!

Hey, what's the matter with you, | old sulky? Why don't you join us?

I drink when I'm dry | and what I drink, I pay for.

Lay off! You're drunk!

Drunk? Death and fury! | Why you...

A fight!

Wrong exit.

Henry, remember your heart.

Mr. Middleton, | where is he?

Lord have mercy. What's this? | You can walk, can't you?

Walk? Why, yes, | I can walk.

But, oh, what's the matter | with my head?

Blood! | You have been fighting!

Fighting?

Oh, shame! Shame!

Pray give me your pardon, sir. Oh, | I wish I'd died before I'd seen this.

Drunk? Fighting? Oh, my | poor wife! My poor child!

Oh, agony! Agony!

Left out that third "agony. "

Has Mr. McGonigle | called me yet?

He ain't gonna let you | set foot on that stage.

All he wants is your money, | Mrs. Pepperday.

"Here comes the prince. "

Places!

Julia, where's | your mother, darling?

Wine cures the gout!

Oh, Bill, I've had the most glorious | time. You know, old Cribbs...

Father, dear Father.

Edward, my mother! | Mary!

She's dead! Oh, | horrors! And I the cause.

I cannot bear this! | Let me fly!

Edward, do not leave me! | Edward, love, husband!

Call me not husband. | Curse me as your destroyer!

Loose your arms! Leave me!

Edward, brother. | Father, Father.

Loose me! Leave me! | Why fasten me down on fire?

Madness is my strength! My | brain is liquid flame! Free!

Farewell forever!

Oh, husband! | Oh, heaven!

Edward, my brother! | Father! Father!

Say, it don't look as if Cleopatra | was going to be in the show at all.

Maybe she played the part | of the dead mother.

Maybe.

Oh, dear Mother, | I'm so cold.

Oh, darling.

Alas, where is he | on this bitter night?

Isn't it wonderful?

Do you think | this is a good play?

Oh, yes.

Who can that be?

Ah, should it be Edward?

Oh!

It ain't a fit night out | for man or beast.

Mrs. Middleton, pardon my | intrusion at this unearthly hour.

I see you still persist in | living in these squalid quarters.

When last we met, | I suggested a change.

Heaven help me. | Where would you have me go?

Return to the village? | I will not.

I must remain | and find my husband.

He would laugh in his drunken | ribaldry could he hear you speak thus.

Most contemptible of earth-born | creatures, it is false.

Ah, my proud beauty! You | are in my power! 'Tis late!

You are unfriended!

Well, Squire, what's the lowest you'll | take for your rotten carcass now?

Curse you! I shall be revenged for | this, if there is law or justice!

Get out!

Curse you!

Kind, generous friend, how | came you here so opportunely?

And what of my poor husband?

Come, Mrs. Middleton, I'll | find him if he's in New York,

jailhouse or no jailhouse, | watchhouse or no watchhouse!

Just a minute. | Who plays this prince?

Oh, you've nonplussed me | for the moment.

I've a very bad memory | for names.

Well, let me tell you... | Let's see. George?

...she ain't gonna | put no money... Harry?

...back in this show | unless she's in it. Fred?

Oh, that's a foregone conclusion, | yes. Excuse me a moment.

All right, go ahead.

Wally, that was marvelous.

Well, thanks. | Did you really like it, Betty?

Shall I rise the curtain, | Governor?

Rise it, yes, rise it.

Stop it! Stop it!

Take it up, take it up.

Yes?

May I speak to you | a moment?

Yes, yes, sure.

Thank you.

Miss McGonigle.

Yes, Mr. Livingston?

This is no life | for my son.

I know it.

I've been trying to send him back | to college for the past four weeks.

You what?

Yes. But he won't go.

Well, I think I've been wrong. I'm very | sorry for what I said this afternoon.

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