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HIGGINS opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, though the pressure of the mob trying to read it over his shoulders would upset a weaker man What's this? My head's too light to try to set it down! Let's collect her and leave immediately. To view the races one would look out at the mythical "fourth wall". The church.
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Start on. Show related SlideShares at end. WordPress Shortcode. Published in: Full Name Comment goes here. She is holding a bird cage and a Chinese fan. Knocked me fer a row of pins, it did. Hop it now. I ain't runnin' no charity bazaar. Send the bill to Buckingham Palace. Fallen into a tub of butter, you have. Oh, you're a lucky man, Alfie Doolittle. What about Eliza? Her own father, and he don't know. She and her friends have a good laugh at this Moved in with a swell, Eliza has.
Left here in a taxi all by herself, smart as paint, and ain't been home for three days. And then I gets a message from her this morning: And what things does she want? Her bird cage, and her Chinese fan. Harry, boy, we're in for a booze-up. The sun is shinin' on Alfred P. A man was made to help support bis children, Which is the right and proper thing to do. A man was made to help support bis children-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, They'll go out and start supporting you!
ALL With a little bit With a little bit of luck, They'll work for you. He doesn't have a tuppence in bis pocket. He doesn't have a tuppence in his pocket-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, He'll be mavin' up to easy street.
With a little bit Higgins, you simply cannot go on work- ing the girl this way. Making her say her alphabet over and over, from sunup to sundown, even during meals- when will it stop? Is that all, Mrs. The mail. He still wants you to lec- ture for his Moral Reform League. You should at least answer it. Leave it on the desk. I'll get to it. He says you have his daughter here. Of course he's a blackguard. If there's any trouble he shall have it with me, not I with him. I come about a very serious matter, Governor.
That's what I want. You're her father, aren't you? I'm glad to see you have some spark of family feeling left. She's upstairs, here. Take her away at once.
Do you suppose I'm going to keep your daughter for you? Is this reasonable? Is it fairity to take advantage of a man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in? You sent her here OR purpose. This is a plant-a plot to extort money by threats. I shall telephone the police. I leave it to this gentleman here. Be human, Governor. I'm willing to tell ya.
I'm wanting to tell ya. I'm waiting to tell ya. Observe the rhythm of his native woodnotes wild: She said she didn't want no clothes. What was I to think from that, Governor. I ask you as a parient, what was I to think? That's right. Pearce, Eliza's father has come to take her away. Give her to him. You and me is men of the world, ain't we? Men of the world, are we? You'd better go, Mrs. Again he wheezes in HIGGINS' face, causing the latter almost to lose balance And if you want the girl I'm not so set on havin' her back home again, but what I might be open to is an arrangement.
All I ask is my rights as a father; and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor.
Well, what's a five-pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? Higgins' intentions are entirely honorable. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty. I can't afford 'em, Governor. Neither could you if you was as poor as me. Look at it my way. What am I? I ask ya, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving poor, that's what I am. Think what that means to a man. It means he's up agenst middle-class morality for all the time.
If there's anything going and I put in for a bit of it, it's always the same story: But my needs is as great as the most deserving widow's that ever got money out of six different charities in one week for the death of the same husband.
I don't need less than a deserving man, I need more. I don't eat less hearty than he does, and I drink a lot more.
I'm playing straight with you. I ain't pretending to be deserving. I'm unde- serving, and I mean to go on being undeserving.
I like it, and that's the truth. But will you take advantage of a man's nature to do him out of the price of his own daughter what he's brought up, fed and clothed by the sweat of his brow, till she's growed big enough to be interesting to you two gentlemen? I put it to you, and I leave it to you. I suppose we ought to give him a fiver? Just one good spree for myself and the missus, givin' pleasure to our- selves and employment to others, and satisfaction to you to know it ain't been throwed away.
You couldn't spend it better. Let's give him ten. The missus wouldn't have the heart to spend ten, Governor; ten pounds is a lot of money: No, you give me what I ask for, Governor: Doolittle, why don't you marry that missus of yours?
After all, marriage is not so frightening. You married Eliza's mother? But I concluded naturally Five pounds, I think you said? He hurries for the door, anxious to get away with his booty. In the rush, he collides with a rather nicely dressed, clean, but angry young woman with a copy book in her hand.
I won't! I never thought she'd clean up so good-lookin'. She does me credit, don't she, Governor? Her anger heightened by his presence Here! What are you doin' here? If you have any trouble with her, Governor, give her a few licks of the strap. That's the way to improve her mind. He bows low Good mornin', gentlemen. A philosophical genius of the first water. Pearce, write to Mr. Ezra Wallingford and tell hin1 if he wants a lecturer to get in touch with Mr.
Alfred P. Doolittle, a common dust- man-but one of the most original moralists in England. I knew them before I came. Ahyee, E, Iyee, Ow, You. I've been syin' them for three days, and I won't sy them no more!
But try to understand As a military man you ought to know that. Drilling is what she needs. Much better leave het or she'll be turning to you for sympathy. All right, if you insist, but have a little patience with her, Higgins. He exits through the door on the land- ing, punctuating his threat with a slam of the door ELIZA, in a blind rage, slams her study book down on the floor and stamps on it ELIZA Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait!
You'll be sorry but your tears'll be too later You'll be broke and I'll have money; Will I help you? Don't be funny! Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait! Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins, till you're sick, And you scream to fetch a doctor double-quick. And go straight to the the-ater!
Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait! Ooooooooh 'enry 'iggins! Just you wait until we're swimmin' in the sea! And you get a cramp a little ways from me! When you yell you're going to drown I'll get dressed and go to town! Oh ho ho, 'enry 'iggins! Oh ho ho, 'enry 'igginsl Just you wait! One day I'll be famous! I'll be proper and prim; Go to St. James so often I will call it St. One evening the King will say: All the people will celebrate the glory of you, And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do.
Down you'll go! Blackout The lights come up in the study. ELIZA is on the stool in front of the desk. You didn't even "say" that. He picks up a small burner and brings it down to the desk Every night before you get into bed, where you used to say your prayers, I want you to repeat: You will get much further with the Lord if you learn not to offend His ears.
Now for your "H's. Give the girl a chance. No one expects her to get it right the first time. Watch closely, Eliza. He places the burner on the desk and lights the flame You see this flame? Every time you say your aitch properly, the flame will waver. Every time you drop your aitch, the flame will remain stationary. That's how you will know you've done it correctly; in time your ear will hear the difference. Now, listen carefully; in Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire, hurricanes hardly ever happen.
Have you no ear at all? Please, no! We must start from the very beginning. He kneels before the flame Do this: Go on. ELIZA continues. Like "hever" instead of "ever"? You'll notice some of the Slavic peoples when they learn to speak English have a tendency to that with their G's. They say "linger" soft g instead of "linger" hard g ; and then they tum around and say "singer" hard g instead of "singer" soft g.
I must look it up. ELIZA, by this time, is sinking fast from lack of oxygen. Poor Professor Higgins! Night and day He slaves away! Oh, poor Professor Higgins! All day long On his feet; Up and down until he's numb; Doesn't rest; Doesn't eat; Doesn't touch a crumbl The spotlight goes off.
The servants disappear and the lights come up in the study. ELIZA is on the sofa. He taps out eight notes. Now listen, Eliza. He plays them again How kind of you to let me come. Kind of you. It's just like "cup of tea. Kind of you-Say "cup of tea. A cup of tea Takes a mouthful of cake from the tray It's awfully good cake. I wonder where Mrs. Pearce gets it?
First rate! The strawberry tarts are delicious. And did you try the pline cake? A cup of tea. Put your tongue forward until it squeezes against the top of your lower teeth. Now say "cup. Cup, cup, cup, cup--of, of, of, of Do finish the strawberry tart. I couldn't eat another thing. He takes the last tart I know someone who's immensely fond of strawberry tarts.
On he plods Against all odds; Oh, poor Professor Higgins! Nine P. Ten P.
On through midnight ev'ry night. One A. ELIZA is seated in the wing chair. There we are. He holds up a slip of paper Now, I want you to read this and enunciate each word just as if the marbles were not in your mouth.
Go on, Eliza. Not a word. ELIZA Her anger coming thru the marbles and "flowerpots" With blackest moss, the flower pots were thickly crusted, one and all; the rusted nails fell from the knots that held the pear to the gable-wall.. Why don't you try a simpler one, like: Oh, yes, that's a charming one.
I cannot hear the girl! Why did you stop? I have plenty more. Open your mouth. Quit, Professor Higgins! Hear our plea Or payday we will quit, Professor Higgins!
Ay not I, o not Ow, Pounding, pounding in our brain. The spotlight goes off. I'm so tired. It must be three o'clock in the morning.
Do be reasonable. Eliza, if I can go on with a blistering headache, you can. He plops the ice-bag on her head. She takes it off her head and buries her face in her hands, ex- hausted to the point of tears With sudden gentleness Eliza, I know you're tired. I know your head aches. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window.
But think what you're try- ing to accomplish. He sits next to her on sofa Think what you're dealing with. The majesty and grandeur of the English language. It's the greatest possession we have.
The noblest sentiments that ever flowed in the hearts of men are contained in its extraordinary, imagi- native and musical mixtures of sounds. That's what you've set yourself to conquer, Eliza.
And conquer it you will. He rises, goes to the chair behind his desk and seats himself heavily Now, try it again. By George, she's got it! Now once again, where does it rain?
In Spain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! On the plain! Joy and victory! ELIZA jumps down from the sofa. They throw themselves into a wild jig and then all collapse back upon the sofa engulfed in laughter MRS. I think the time has come to try her out. And you? Higgins, I was awakened by a dreadful pounding. Do you know what it might have been? I heard no pounding. Did you, Pickering?
Pearce, I should see a doctor. Pickering, I know! Let's take her to the races. My mother's box at Ascot. Thinking better of it No! We'll surprise her. Let's go straight to bed. First thing in the morning we'll go off and buy her a dress. Eliza, go on with your work.
Higgins, it's early in the morning! I despise those gowns with a sort of weed here and a weed there. Something simple, modest and elegant is what's called for. Perhaps with a sash. Just right. He goes out the door. I think the strain is beginning to show. Eliza, I don't care what Mr. I couldn't go to bed! My head's too light to try to set it down!
I couldn't sleep tonight! Not for all the jewels in the crown! I could have danced all night! And still have begged for more. I could have spread my wings And done a thousand things I've never done before.
I'll never know What made it so exciting; Why all at once My heart took flight. I only knew when he Began to dance with me, I could have danced, danced, danced all night! You must be dead. Your face is drawn. Your eyes are red.
Now say goodnight, please. Tum out the light, please. It's really time. For you to be in bed. Do come along. Do as you're told, Or Mrs. Pearce Is apt to scold. You're up too late, miss. And sure as fate, miss. You'll catch a cold. I only know when he Began to dance with me I could have danced, danced, danced all night! Now settle down And go to sleep. It's all been grand, dear. But now it's time to sleep. I'll never know What made it so exciting, Why all at once My heart took flight.
She throws off the comforter and jumps to her feet I only know when he Began to dance with me I could have danced, danced, danced all night! Scene 6 Near the race meeting, Ascot. A sunny July afternoon. Do you mean that my son is coming to Ascot today?
As a matter of fact, he's herel MRS. Whenever my friends meet him, I never see them again. You see, he's taking the girl to the annual Embassy Ball, and he wanted to try her out first.
One night I went to the Opera at Covent Garden to hear one of my favorite operas, Aida; and as I was coming out incidentally, they didn't do Aida that night.
No, they did Gotterdam- merung instead. I'd never heard Gotterdammerung. By George, that's a rackety one! When the tenor chap. Hopefully Is it a love affair? She's a flower girl. He picked her up off the kerbs tone.
Higgins said to me: In six months I could make a duchess of her. And he is. I must fetch her. He tips his hat politely and moves and starts off MRS. That's it, that's it precisely! Jolly good, Mrs. Jolly good! I may be leaving abruptly. She sweeps off. There is an archway in the center and two large pouffes on either side. To view the races one would look out at the mythical "fourth wall". The stage is filled with ladies and gentlemen of Ascot all appropriately attiredfor the occasion.
Ev'ry one who should be here is here. What a smashing, positively dashing Spectacle: At the gate are all the horses Waiting for the cue to flyaway. What a gripping, absolutely ripping Moment at the Ascot op'ning day. Pulses rushing! Faces flushing! Heartbeats speed up! I have never been so keyed up! Any second now They'll begin to run. It has begun In stony silence and with a reserve indistinguish- able from boredom they observe the progress of the race What a frenzied moment that was!
Didn't they maintain an exhausting pace? To the strains oj this Gavotte they move cautiously about, finally disappearing. He sees his mother and comes to her Oh, darling, have you seen Pickering? My, you do look nice! I've heard you've brought a common flower girl from Covent Garden to my box at Ascot. I've taught her to speak properly, and she has strict orders as to her behavior. She's to keep to two subjects: Help her along, darling, and you'll be quite safe. To talk about our health in the middle of a race?
His eyes wander about in search of them MRS. Some of the clothes we bought for her didn't quite fit. I told Pickering we should have taken her with us. He walks away MRS. Higgins, is this your celebrated son?
Higgins, may I introduce Miss Eliza Doolittle? Introducing Mrs. Miss Doolittle. She gasps slightly in making sure of the H in "how" but is quite successful MRS. He pantomimes sitting down and she does. I'm so I sorry you missed it. HIGGINS irresistibly does a quick fandango step which is so bizarre that the others have nothing to do but pretend it didn't happen But in Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly ever happen.
I bet I got it right. It brings on so much influenza, and our whole family is susceptible to it. Why should she die of influenza when she come through diphtheria right enough the year before?
Fairly blue with it she was. They all thought she was dead; but my father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Quite a feat Then she came to so sudden that she bit the bowl off the spoon. ELIZA Piling up the indictment Now, what call would a woman with that strength in her have to die of influenza, and what become of her new straw hat that should have come to me? Somebody pinched it. To do a person in means to kill them. Them she lived with would have killed her for a hatpin, let alone a hat.
It might have killed her. Gin was mother's milk to her. However, his uncon- trollable curiosity holds him at the last moment to hear what else ELIZA has to say Besides, he'd poured so much down his own throat that he knew the good of it. My word! Something chronic. What are you sniggering at? You do it so awfully well. Expansively What I al- ways say is They all rise as several of the ladies and gentle- men enter to take their positions for the next race FREDDY I have a bet on number seven.
I should be so happy if you would take it. You'll enjoy the race ever so much more. He offers her a race ticket. Now they're holding steady, They are ready For it. It has begun! Again the mummified silence. Clenching her fists with excitement, she leans forward. Her voice crescendoes.
Move your bloomin' arse!!! An agonizing moan rises up from the crowd. The moment she says it she realizes what she has done and brings her hand to her mouth as if trying to push the words back in. A shilling. And my heart went on a journey to the moon, When she told about her father and the gin.
If she doesn't remember me, tell her I'm the chap who was sniggering at her.
Hands her the nosegay MRS. Gazing lovingly down the street I want to drink: Knowing I'm on the street where you live. Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev'ry door? No, it's just on the street where you liver And oh! They don't bother me. For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be. Let the time go by, I won't care if I Can be here on the street where you live. Miss Doolittle says she doesn't want to see anyone ever again. She was magnificent! Not believing her ears Do you have the right address, sir? Tell her I'll wait. Even weeks! I'll be happier here.
Let the time go by. I won't care if I Can be here on the street where you live. There is a decanter of port and two glasses on the desk, next to them a carna- tion. I've been begging you to call off this experiment ever since Ascot.
Suppose she makes an- other ghastly mistake? God, if anything happened tonight, I don't know what I'd do. The way you've driven her these last six weeks has exceeded all the bounds of common Oh, for God's sake, Hig- gins, stop pacing up and down! Can't you settle some- place? It will quieten your nerves. Where is it? Are you helping Eliza? I'll bet the damned gown doesn't fit.
I warned you about those French designers. You should have gone to a good English store, where you knew everybody was on our side. Have a little port. It's your confounded complacency. In a moment like this, with so much at stake, it's utterly in- decent that you don't need a little port. What of the girl?
You act as if she doesn't matter at all. Of course she matters. What do you think I've been doing all these months? What could pos- sibly matter more than to take a human being and change her into a different human being by creating a new speech for her? Why, it's filling up the deepest gulf that separates class from class, and soul from soul. She matters immensely.
ELIZA appears on the landing-a vision. She walks down the stairs and into the room. Not bad at all. He starts briskly for the door. He returns to her and offers his arm. Scene 10 The Promenade outside the ballroom of the Embassy. Late that evening. The Promenade is filled with couples, some strolling on, some engaged in conversation with others.
He is an im- portant-looking man with an astonishingly hairy face. He has an enormous mustache flowing out into luxuriant whiskers. His hair glows with oil. He is wearing several worthless orders. Obviously a foreigner, one would guess him as Hungarian in which case one would be right. In spite of the ferocity of his mustache, he is amiable and genially voluble.
Higginsl MRS. With muffled ex- citement The Ambassador's wife was completely captivated. I've heard several people asking who she is. Do tell me what happened. When it was my tum, both the Ambassador and his wife said to me: Then I collected myself and I said: Higgins, do you think Eliza will make it?
I've grown terribly fond of that girl. Who the devil are you? I am Zoltan Karpathy, that marvelous boy. I have made your name famous throughout Europe. You teach me phonetics. You cannot forget me. Nobody notice me when I shave. The Queen of Transylvania is here this eve- ning. I am indispensable to her at these international parties.
I speak thirty-two languages. I know everybody in Europe. No imposter escape my detection. And now, Professor, you must introduce me to this glorious creature you escort this evening. She fascinate every- one. Not since Mrs. Themistocles Stephanos. But he does not deceive me. He is the son of a Yorkshire watchmaker. He speaks English so villainously that he dare not utter a word of it without betraying his origin. I help him to pretend, but I make him pay through the nose.
I make them all pay. Last minute adjustment. Let's collect her and leave immediately. Why not? ELIZA descends the stairs. Everyone turns and everyone stares. The waltz begins. Slowly, the ballroom fills with couples whirling about in three-quarter time. Inaudibly because of the music, KAR- PATHY leads her into animated conversation; so animated in fact, they stop dancing as the others continue waltzing around them.
The SERVANTS, having tried to stay awake to learn the outcome of the ball, have lost their battle with sleep, and are in various positions of oblivion in the room. The clock strikes 3. ELIZA follows. She is tired. Her expression is almost tragic. If I hadn't backed myself to do it, I should have chucked the whole thing up two months ago. You did it! You did itl You said that you would do it, And indeed you did. I thought that you would rue it; I doubted you'd do it.
But now I must admit it That succeed you did. You should get a medal Or be even made a knight. Really nothing. Now, wait! Give credit where it's due. A lot of the glory goes to you. ELIZA flinches violently but they take no notice of her. As sturdy as Gibraltar, Not a second did you falter. There's no doubt about it, You did it! At times I thought I'd die of fright. Never was there a momentary lull.
I saw at once we'd eas'ly win; And after that I found it deadly dull. You did itl They thought she was ecstatic And so damned aristocratic, And they never knew That you Did it! H it weren't for him I would have died of boredom.
He was there, all right. And up to his old tricks. That dreadful Hungarian? Was he there? Fin'lly I decided it was foolish Not to let him have his chance with her. So I stepped aside and let him dance with her.