Vera (Prologue) Oscar Wilde
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SCENE.—A Russian Inn.
Large door opening on snowy landscape at back of stage.
PETER SABOUROFF and MICHAEL.
PETER
(warming his hands at a stove). Has Vera not come back yet, Michael?
MICH.
No, Father Peter, not yet; 'tis a good three miles to the post office, and she has to milk the cows besides, and that dun one is a rare plaguey creature for a wench to handle.
PETER.
Why didn't you go with her, you young fool? she'll never love you unless you are always at her heels; women like to be bothered.
MICH.
She says I bother her too much already, Father Peter, and I fear she'll never love me after all.
PETER.
Tut, tut, boy, why shouldn't she? you're young and wouldn't be ill-favoured either, had God or thy mother given thee another face. Aren't you one of Prince Maraloffski's gamekeepers; and haven't you got a good grass farm, and the best cow in the village? What more does a girl want?
MICH.
But Vera, Father Peter—
PETER.
Vera, my lad, has got too many ideas; I don't think much of ideas myself; I've got on well enough in life without 'em; why shouldn't my children? There's Dmitri! could have stayed here and kept the inn; many a young lad would have jumped at the offer in these hard times; but he, scatter-brained featherhead of a boy, must needs go off to Moscow to study the law! What does he want knowing about the law! let a man do his duty, say I, and no one will trouble him.
Large door opening on snowy landscape at back of stage.
PETER SABOUROFF and MICHAEL.
PETER
(warming his hands at a stove). Has Vera not come back yet, Michael?
MICH.
No, Father Peter, not yet; 'tis a good three miles to the post office, and she has to milk the cows besides, and that dun one is a rare plaguey creature for a wench to handle.
PETER.
Why didn't you go with her, you young fool? she'll never love you unless you are always at her heels; women like to be bothered.
MICH.
She says I bother her too much already, Father Peter, and I fear she'll never love me after all.
PETER.
Tut, tut, boy, why shouldn't she? you're young and wouldn't be ill-favoured either, had God or thy mother given thee another face. Aren't you one of Prince Maraloffski's gamekeepers; and haven't you got a good grass farm, and the best cow in the village? What more does a girl want?
MICH.
But Vera, Father Peter—
PETER.
Vera, my lad, has got too many ideas; I don't think much of ideas myself; I've got on well enough in life without 'em; why shouldn't my children? There's Dmitri! could have stayed here and kept the inn; many a young lad would have jumped at the offer in these hard times; but he, scatter-brained featherhead of a boy, must needs go off to Moscow to study the law! What does he want knowing about the law! let a man do his duty, say I, and no one will trouble him.
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