Twice Killed: A Farce in One Act

Title: Twice Killed: A Farce in One Act

Author: John Oxenford

Release date: July 18, 2015 [eBook #49481] Most recently updated: October 24, 2024

Language: English

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RECKLESS. My old friend Facile. I can’t be mistaken. (slaps on back.) Facile, my boy! FACILE. (aside.) That’s the constable. No, sir, not here; it came from the window next door. Act I, Scene ii

TWICE KILLED

A FARCE IN ONE ACT

BY

JOHN OXENFORD

AUTHOR OF

Five Pounds Reward; Only a Half-penny; Reigning Favourite; Dice of Death, &c. &c.

THOMAS HAILES LACY, 89, STRAND, (Opposite Southampton Street, Covent Garden Market,) LONDON.

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TWICE KILLED.

First performed at the Royal Olympic Theatre, November 26th, 1835.

CHARACTERS.

COSTUMES.

FACILE.—Brown dress coat, black pantaloons, white waistcoat.

RECKLESS.—Green Newmarket cut coat, light waistcoat, fashionable trousers.

FABLE.—Black suit.

MR. HOLDFAST.—Brown coat, dark trousers, and shoes.

TOM.—Grey livery coat, white knee breeches, top boots.

ROBERT.—Green livery coat, white knee breeches, ditto gaiters.

MRS. FACILE.—Black dress, ditto net apron, embroidered with flowers.

MISS FLIGHTY.—Plain white book muslin dress, white satin slip.

FANNY PEPPER.—Red dress, brown holland apron embroidered with green, cuffs to match, red ribbon in cap.

Time of representation, 45 minutes.

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TWICE KILLED.

SCENE I.—A view by a river side; on the opposite bank are seen the backs of houses—immersed in water, as at Blackwall, &c.

Enter TOM, with a large hamper, L. H.

TOM. Come, this will do; though its utility exceeds its beauty; a confoundedly ugly basket, though destined to hold most rare contents: several sugar loaves, a canister of tea—black and green, almonds and raisins in abundance, coffee, rice, and spices, bars of soap, starch and powder, blue enough to stock a small shop. Dear Fanny! if her heart is not won by such a store of valuables, it is indeed hard.

Enter RECKLESS, L. H.

RECK. Ha, ha, ha, I’ve found her—What you here?

TOM. Yes, sir.

RECK. I have found her, I’ll tell you; congratulate your fortunate master, most faithful Thomas.

TOM. Have you indeed found Miss Julia, and how?

RECK. Simply saw her at a house window.

TOM. But you cannot get into that house.

RECK. No; but I have got my mark, the means of hitting that mark are still in fortune’s hands.

TOM. And in worse hands they could not be; sir, do give up this scheme. You fall in love with a young lady at a boarding school, correspond with her under a feigned name—

RECK. Yes, you know that arose from the fear of my cousin, old Guineamore, hearing of these matters. I dared not trust my own lady love. You are aware I have immense expectations from him, and that he hates anything like adventures.

[Pg 4]

TOM. Yes, and Reginald de Mowbray is a much prettier name than Ralph Reckless, but where was I? Oh, a feigned name. Well, the young lady’s governess finds out the correspondence, and very properly sends her to her guardians, who takes her into the country, also very properly; give up this scheme, sir—

RECK. Not I; when I have found the retreat of my charmer, the cavern where the treasure is hid, shall I be craven knight enough to fear the dragon that guards it? No, man, not I—so if you have not better advice to give, we’ll change the subject. What the devil is that great basket for?

TOM. What? oh, that is an affair of the heart; you have confided all your tender secrets to me, therefore I will do the same to you, sir, if you will allow me.

RECK. Certainly, good Thomas, go on.

TOM. Why, a sort of a relation of mine—a grocer, died the other day, without a will, and his stock in trade got divided among six of us. I have borrowed this large crate from Delfs, the crockery-warehouseman, to stow my share in; and am thinking I could not do the genteel thing better, (as my sweetheart Fanny’s in service, and has to find such articles out of her wages,) than to make her a delicate present of the groceries, to sweeten my progress in her affections—eh, sir?

RECK. Delicate indeed! that I should have so gallant a man in my service; and where does this happy maiden reside?

TOM. You see that white house, the other side of the water? one of those houses in the water.

RECK. What! the white one?

TOM. Yes, she is housemaid there.

RECK. Oh! ha, ha, ha! Ri tol de rol. (dances.)

TOM. Hey day. Did you tell me to order a straight waistcoat, sir?

RECK. No! tol de rol, I have a thought—

TOM. Why, you do look remarkable thoughtful.

RECK. You see these three bright gold sovereigns?

TOM. Yes, sir! perhaps you will allow me to feel them too?

RECK. So I will, Tom, on one condition! send me in [Pg 5]that basket instead of the grocery, and carry me to the house where my Julia is secluded.

TOM. Well, sir, but what will Fanny say?

RECK. Never mind her, there shall be a genteel note pinned outside the basket, explaining the contents. Then, I’ll give her a couple of sovereigns, so pack up and be gone.

[Exeunt L. H., TOM dragging the hamper.

SCENE II.—A parlour.—In centre of stage a sofa, capable of being made into a bed. At the back a globe, covered with a glazed cover. A dining table and chair. A cupboard to open at top and bottom, R.—A large window to open, L.

(MRS. FACILE, with a pestle and mortar, and JULIA, R. H., discovered.

MRS. F. Really, my dear, the best advice I can give you, is to employ yourself about something, it will divert your mind.

JULIA. Divert? I don’t want to be diverted, I want to be miserable; it’s very unkind of you to try to console me.

MRS. F. I can only say I mean well, and I believe your guardian means well.

JULIA. Yes, so is every horrid thing meant well. Our governess used to make us wash our hands in icy water in winter, and tell us it was all for our good. I hate what is for our good.

MRS. F. But consider the impropriety of your forming at school, a clandestine attachment with a young gentleman, of whose very residence you are ignorant.

JULIA. And what is propriety? A creature of imagination, framed by old maids under the inspiration of green tea.

MRS. F. Stop, stop—

JULIA. Oh, what times were those, when I used to look for a note from Mowbray, in the key hole of the green gate, when I used to read it to six especial confidants, who were all dying with envy; ’till one quarrelled [Pg 6]with me about a slice of my last cake, betrayed me to the French teacher, who told the head teacher, who told the governess—and then what an explosion! dragged off hither, without letting me even send my address to De Mowbray. It is a fine thing to be a victim of cruelty at seventeen. And now as you are so fond of giving advice, let me ask you why you are so very severe to that unfortunate little man, your husband?

MRS. F. What you call severity, arises from my strict sense of propriety, of which I am sorry to say, Mr. Facile has not so strict a sense.

JULIA. No! why for all I can see, the poor dear little man does nothing but sit with his mathematical books before him all day, looking just like our geography master. Then he is such a very easy man.

MRS. F. The very thing I dread; he not only lets me have my own way, but every one else too. He is the confidant of all the young ladies in the village; the very servants ask his advice on every single point, and he gives it—is never affronted.

JULIA. Dear, good-natured soul!

MRS. F. There’s that Fanny Pepper has innumerable points to consult him upon—a forward slut, who apes me in everything. If I wear ringlets, she wears ringlets—makes her caps like mine. Now how do I know what she may ask him—and if he can refuse nothing—think of that!

Enter EUCLID, reading, R. H.

EUCLID. “X plus Y equal to—” Ah, my dear, what are you doing?

MRS. F. Can you address me in that calm manner, after what I said this morning about Fanny the housemaid?

EUCLID. True, my love, you did say something; but I don’t remember what it was.

MRS. F. Only been married three weeks—come down to spend the honeymoon with your relation, Mr. Holdfast—and already the confidant of all the maid servants, and don’t remember what I said!

[Pg 7]

EUCLID. No, dear, I only remember the agreeable things you say.

MRS. F. How provokingly good-tempered! I am cruelly used by your indifference.

EUCLID. Are you? upon my word I did not mean it. I am not indifferent, am always thinking of you—given, a, b.

Enter FANNY, L. H.

FANNY. Please ma’am, Miss—

EUCLID. Oh, I forgot! while I was out this morning, I bought this case of drawing instruments for you—there, dear.

MRS. F. And so, sir, you hope to atone for your conduct by a paltry present. (runs to window and opens it.) Thus you atone, and thus I treat the atonement. (throws case out of window.)

FANNY. (aside.) Lauk-a-dasy me; how fine that was. I wish my sweetheart would quarrel with me, and send me something—would not I shy it out of window!

MRS. F. There, sir, you see what I have done.

EUCLID. Yes, love, you threw the case out of the window.

MRS. F. And does it make no impression?

EUCLID. Why, it was your own; you had a right to do with it as you liked; it was nothing to me, you know.

MRS. F. Oh! obduracy, in the disguise of good nature.

FANNY. Please ma’am—

MRS. F. What, Fanny, you here! (aside to JULIA.) There, as I told you, her hair dressed the same—the ribbons in the cap too. Well, Fanny.

FANNY. Please, ma’am, Miss Weakley has sent to know if you are going to call there this afternoon?

MRS. F. Oh, yes, certainly—poor Miss Weakley. Yes, I shall call.

FANNY. (whispers to EUCLID.) I have something to shew you, sir, when your good lady goes out.

MRS. F. I shall call—what’s the girl waiting for? do you think I can’t call?

FANNY. Yes, you can, ma’am, pretty loud, too.

[Exit, L. H.

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MRS. F. And now, Mr. Facile, you ought to be ashamed to stand before me thus.

EUCLID. Ought I? Well, then, I’ll take myself down stairs. (reads.) “On gravity—descending bodies.”

[Exit, L. H.

JULIA. How can you be so cross?

MRS. F. Discipline, I tell you. But reach me the decanter of wine from the shelf, that’s a dear. (pours contents of mortar into decanter.) There—there’s the sleeping draught for Miss Weakley; I made it from a receipt book belonging to my grandmama. Such a draught! it will make her sleep like Juliet’s drug, worthy of the book from which it was extracted.

Enter TWO MEN with basket, L.

Well, my good people.

1st. MAN. We have brought this hamper for Miss Fanny Pepper, and the footman told us to bring it up stairs.

MRS. F. Miss, indeed! Yes, it’s right Miss Fanny Pepper is Mr. Holdfast’s housemaid—you may leave the basket.

[MEN do so and exeunt, L. H.

JULIA. Well, while your are finishing your draughts, and the like, I will go and put on my bonnet to accompany you. With very different feelings from the time when I used to put it on to meet De Mowbray at the garden gate.

[Exit R. H., with the bottle.

MRS. F. What’s that? Oh! goodness, the basket moves—a man!

RECKLESS. (jumps out.) Madam, madam! do not cry out, I entreat you! I am a stranger, yet rely on your generosity.

MRS. F. But this strange intrusion?

RECK. It is useless to conceal anything. You have doubtless heard of De Mowbray—I am he.

MRS. F. The clandestine lover of Miss Julia, a person about whom no one knows anything. But as you have relied on my mercy, I will not betray you—I will assist you.

RECK. Dear, kind madam!

MRS. F. I will assist you to get out, I say. Return [Pg 9]into that basket; two of the footman shall carry you out to any place you may name, no one shall know of your being here.

RECK. (aside.) Oh, curse such kindness! Madam, consider—get into the basket again? I have a pattern of the wicker work impressed upon me from head to foot at present, independent of the lumps and bruises I have received.

MRS. F. I can offer no other alternative. I cannot encourage your addresses to Miss Julia; then I must consider my own character. Return into the basket, and I will go and order the footmen to come up immediately.

RECK. Well, madam, if there is no alternative, send me to this direction. (gives card, and re-enters basket.) Be sure to tell them to keep the right side upwards.

MRS. F. I will, sir; the contents of the basket shall be taken care of to the full value of the article.

[Exit, R. H.

RECK. And I am to go back like a glass milk-pot, am I not? (gets out.) Snail! leave thy shell. In thy mistress’s house, Ralph Reckless, and suffer thyself to be packed up like a fish, and sent off as mute? No, no; I’ve given the lady my tailor’s card for a direction. Ha, ha, ha! (looks in closet.) what have we here?—a broken pestle and mortar, and a stone ball from the garden entrance. These shall go in the basket, (puts them in.) they will pass for me as well as I did for grocery.

[Exit L. H.

Enter FANNY, L. H.

FANNY. How cross Missus Facile is, and only a visitor too! I shall give her a bit of my mind if she goes on so, not but I like a woman of spirit. How beautiful she did throw the thingummy-gig out of the window—that was fine now; I can give the devil his due. (goes to window.) But, oh! there’s a boat party—and, oh! there’s my admirer, Thomas—and, oh! he’s sitting by a female—and, oh! (hides her face.) how shocking, horrid, disgusting—he kissed her; it is so low-lived to kiss in the open air! He shall see how I’ll trim his jacket when I meet him again! I’ll give—but what’s this, a basket? M-i-ss, Miss—F-a-n, Fan-n-y-ny, Fanny—Miss Fanny P-e-p, Pep—Miss Fanny Pep-p-e-r, per—Miss Fanny Pepper. It’s horrid writing, [Pg 10](tears off note.) a present, but I won’t keep it; I’ll—I’ll do as Mrs. Facile did, I’ll shy it out of window into the water. (tries to lift it.) Oh, gemini, how heavy it is. Hush! there’s footsteps.

EUCLID. (without.) So is B to C.

FANNY. It is Mr. Facile; he has no pride, though he is a gentleman—I’ll call him. Mr. Facile!

Enter EUCLID, L. H.

EUCLID. Well, Frances Pepper?

FANNY. (aside.) I knew he’d come. I have a favour to ask—Are you strong, Mr. Facile?

EUCLID. (aside.) Now what the deuce should she ask that for?

FANNY. Strong in the arm, I mean?

EUCLID. Pretty well.

FANNY. You’ll excuse the liberty—you are such a kind gentleman; but could you oblige me by throwing this basket out of the window?

EUCLID. Why?

FANNY. Oh, sir, pardon me, it’s a delicate affair.

EUCLID. Delicate affair, indeed, to throw that great basket out of the window; a coal heaver would shine particularly in such a delicate affair! Oh, nonsense!

FANNY. Please do, sir, I’ve a motive—heigho!

EUCLID. Oh, well—what will they ask me to do next? Here, girl, ask me to do no more. It’s confoundedly heavy! (they lift the basket between them, rest it on the window ledge, and push it off.) Oh, my shoulder!

FANNY. What a splash! Thank’ye, sir, thank’ye; it’s gone to the bottom of the river.

EUCLID. Yes, and nearly took my arm with it—oh! oh! oh! Let me impress one thing on your memory. Frances Pepper, next time you want a delicate affair managed, hire a ticket porter.

FANNY. Thank’ye, sir, thank’ye, sir, for throwing my basket out of window. That faithless monster’s present; I wish he had been here, I’d have asked Mr. Facile to throw him after it; I’m sure he’d have done it, he is so good-natured.

[Exit, L. H.

EUCLID. Ha! ha! a whimsical request enough. See [Pg 11]what it is to be of an easy disposition. What the servants will ask next it is impossible to say. I have already written six letters for the footman, and read as many valentines for the women; and the other day the old nurse asked me to tell her fortune, because she said my books looked like conjuring books; but this basket-throwing—

Enter MRS. FACILE, L. H.

is the strangest adventure I ever knew.

MRS. F. Oh, my dear, have you seen a basket—a large basket?

EUCLID. Yes.

MRS. F. Like a hamper, big enough to put you in.

EUCLID. Yes, yes, well—(aside.) I had better not say I helped Fanny, or she’ll blow up.

MRS. F. Well, you’ll promise not to say anything, give me your word.

EUCLID. My love, not I; upon my word.

MRS. F. What do you suppose is in that basket?

EUCLID. Oh, I don’t know—pickled salmon. He! he! (aside.) I shall learn something.

MRS. F. It is a man.

EUCLID. Hey—what?

MRS. F. A man!

EUCLID. (aside.) The devil it was. My sweetest, you must be mistaken.

MRS. F. I heard him talk; he is De Mowbray, Julia’s unknown lover. He wanted to get out of the basket, but I told him I would have him carried out of the house. You see I want to break off the connexion.

EUCLID. Egad! the connexion is broke off with a vengeance.

MRS. F. But how serious you look—quite uneasy.

EUCLID. Uneasy, I? Ha! ha! quite a mistake! man in a basket—devilish droll! Ha! ha! ha! Oh! oh! oh!

Enter ROBERT, R.

ROBERT. Please, ma’am, we can’t find any basket; we have looked everywhere.

MRS. F. No!

EUCLID. Not found it? How extraordinary! You could not have looked.

[Pg 12]

MRS. F. Ah! Fanny must have seen it and taken it. You may go. [Exit ROBERT, R.] I’m uneasy.

EUCLID. So am I. Uneasy, my dear—how absurd!

MRS. F. Why suppose that wild fellow has got out of the basket, Mr. Holdfast may meet him.

EUCLID. My love, you need not give yourself the slightest uneasiness on that score. I dare say he has escaped with the basket, out of the window perhaps—oh! oh! oh!

MRS. F. Why you know that window looks upon the river.

EUCLID. (aside.) I should rather think I did know it. La, so it does, ha! ha! He could not get out of the window without tumbling into the wa—ter. Ha! ha! Oh-h-h!

MRS. F. But I’ll go and see after Julia; for if the mad headed couple should meet, I dread the consequences. Be sure you do not tell Mr. Holdfast, if he comes home, there was a man in the basket.

[Exit, R. H.

EUCLID. No, I shall not betray the secret. Here’s a pretty kettle of fish! here’s a nice business! I turned Noyade;—Oh, but it’s over—yes, over! I won’t think about it. What business had a man in that basket? I’ll be comfortable; it was not my fault. I’ll read—divert my mind with study. “Hydrostatics—to find the specific gravity of bodies, immerse the body in water.” Curse Hydrostatics!

Enter FANNY, L.

Oh, you are here, are you? You are a pretty article.

FANNY. Well, so all the men say.

EUCLID. How can you look at me with that confounded smirk, you abandoned woman?

FANNY. Sir! do you mean to say I’m—

EUCLID. No—you are a damned deal worse; you are an accessory before the fact.

FANNY. What fact?

EUCLID. An enormous fact—murder!

FANNY. Oh, Mr. Facile! Ha! ha! you are joking.

EUCLID. Joking, eh! It’s all very fine for you to pretend you didn’t know a man was in that basket.

FANNY. Oh, a very fine trick. Ah, no, you are in fun; [Pg 13]there was a note tied; I have it in my pocket. (pulls it out.) There, sir; pardon me blushing if it says anything soft.

EUCLID. (reading.) “Dear Fan—

FANNY. Deceitful wretch!

EUCLID. “Inclosed herewith you have my master.”

FANNY. (screams.) Oh!

EUCLID. Don’t scream—don’t scream! We shall be hanged if you scream.

FANNY. Oh, dear! oh, dear, oh, dear! Let me look; m-a-s, mas—t-e-r, ter—master. It’s right—oh, dear! oh, dear! (sobs.) we’re in a pickle!

EUCLID. Yes, and so is our unfortunate victim. Then you did not know it?

FANNY. No; you know I cannot read without help. I determined to throw that wretch’s presents out of the window. I was only thinking of the present.

EUCLID. Ay, but I’m thinking of the future; I did you wrong. I see you are innocent. We are both a couple of innocent—guilty, miserable wretches. Why didn’t you throw it in yourself? We’ll finish this letter though.

(they stand close together, reading a letter.

Enter RECKLESS, R.