ACT II Flashcards
CECILY: Pray let me introduce myself to you. My name is Cecily Cardew
GWENDOLEN: Cecily Cardew? What a very sweet name! Something tells me that we are going to be great friends. I like you already more than I can say. My first impressions of people are never wrong
CECILY: How nice of you to like me so much after we have known each other such a comparatively short time. Pray sit down.
GWENDOLEN: I may call you Cecily, may I not?
CECILY: With pleasure!
GWENDOLEN: And you will always call me Gwendolen, won’t you?
CECILY: If you wish.
GWENDOLEN: Then that is all quite settled, is it not?
CECILY: I hope so.
GWENDOLEN: Perhaps this might be a favorable opportunity for my mentioning who I am. My father is Lord Bracknell. You have never heard of papa, I suppose?
CECILY: I don’t think so.
GWENDOLEN: Outside the family circle, Papa, I am glad to say, is entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man. And certainly once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes so painfully effeminate, does it not? And I don’t like that. It makes men so very attractive. Cecily, mamma, who’s views on education are remarkably strict, has brought me up to be extremely short sighted. It is a part of her system. So, do you mind my looking at you through my glasses?
CECILY: Oh! Not at all, Gwendolen. I am very fond of being looked at.
GWENDOLEN: You are here on short visit, I suppose?
CECILY: Oh no! I live here.
GWENDOLEN: Really? Your mother, no doubt, or some female relative of advanced years, resides here also?
CECILY: Oh no! I have no mother, nor, in fact, any relations.
GWENDOLEN: Indeed?
CECILY: My dear guardian, with the assistance of Mrs. Prism, has the arduous task of looking after me.
GWENDOLEN: Your guardian?
CECILY: Yes, I am Mr. Wothing’s ward.
GWENDOLEN: Oh! It is strange he never mentioned to me that he had a ward. How secretive of him! He grows more interesting hourly. I am not sure, however, that the news inspires me with feelings of unmixed delight. I am very fond of you Cecily; I have liked you ever since I met you! But I am bound to state that now that i know that you are Mr. Worthing’s ward, I cannot help expressing a wish you were–well, just a little older than you seem to be– and not quite so very alluring in appearance. In fact. If I may speak candidly–
CECILY: Pray do! I think that whenever one has anything unpleasant to say, one should always be quite candid.
GWENDOLEN: Well, to speak with perfect candor, Cecily, I wish that you were fully forty-two, and more than unusually plain for your age. Ernest has a strong upright nature. He is the very soul of truth and honor. Disloyalty would be as impossible for him as deception. But even men of the noblest possible moral character are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms of others. Modern, no less than ancient history supplies us with many most painful examples of what I refer to. If it were not so, indeed, History would be quite unreadable.
CECILY: I beg your pardon, Gwendolen, did you say Ernest?
GWENDOLEN: Yes.
CECILY: Oh, but it is not Mr. Ernest Worthing who is my guardian. It is his brother– his elder brother.
GWENDOLEN: Ernest never mentioned to me that he had a brother
CECILY: I am sorry to say they have not been on good terms for a long time.
GWENDOLEN: Ah! That accounts for it. And now that I think of it, I have never heard any man mention his brother. The subject seems distasteful to most men. Cecily, you have lifted a load from my mind. I was growing almost anxious. It would have been terrible if any cloud had come across a friendship like ours, would it not? Of course, you are quite, quite sure that it is not Mr. Ernest Worthing who is your guardian?
CECILY: Quite sure. In fact, I am going to be his.
GWENDOLEN: I beg your pardon?
CECILY: Dearest Gwendolen, there is no reason why I should make a secret of it to you. Our little county newspaper is sure to chronicle the fact next week. Mr Ernest Worthing and I are engaged to be married.
GWENDOLEN: My darling Cecily, I think there must be some slight error. Mr. Ernest Worthing is engaged to me. The announcement will appear in the Morning Post on Saturday at the latest.