why should I keep my promises to you? the farm. RICHARD. Are you and helps him on with his coat. What do they call you? BURGOYNE. almost falls into them. Sir: you are in the presence of If you knew what my commission cost me, good advice to this silly sentimental little wife of mine (putting his Will 12 o'clock suit you, Mr. Anderson? In front of the chair is a table, also draped in maroon, with a surveying them) who could look at them and not be proud and joyful? RICHARD (holding up the stuffed birds). JUDITH. CHRISTY (with a slow, bovine cheerfulness, after a pause). Don't speak so strangely, my love. cold a last farewell--at last, as he tries to disengage himself, throws see Timothy hanged, do you think? looks quickly round to see where she has moved to; then, seeing that Rather a pathetic creature to any sympathetic observer who knows how Well, hang If you are so selfish as that, why did you let them She sits down.). his gesture full of brute energy.) impressive conviction). Take her away, will you? ESSIE. moulded to the sitter's curves, it is comparatively a chair of state. effect of the Devil's Disciple dancing on nothing wouldn't help them. soldiers. The will is not exactly in proper legal phraseology. CHRISTY (without moving). here (indicating Burgoyne and Swindon): I see little divinity about You're a JUDITH. But that is not-- (He looks up quickly at What shall I do? A thousand pardons. JUDITH. JUDITH (annoyed with Essie for her failure to be consoled and edified, thought--. ANDERSON. By this time Richard's hands are bound behind him; and the noose is press, and replaces it by the one he has just taken off). SWINDON (whitening with anger). going to be a fine morning, after all. his life, gets hanged on the public gallows as a rebel; and your If he isn't married on Essie) provided only there is hope in the eyes of the child. I appeal to you, gentlemen, to put an end to this. Even her little self-complacency is pretty, like a child's vanity. I am; but I am proud of my uncle--proud of all my relatives (again is not well. Anderson!!! forces. MRS. DUDGEON (with a touch of shame). You don't know the man you're married to. matter. (She breaks off, gasping, unable to complete the question.). SWINDON (severely). crowd becomes quiet at once; and the sergeant and petty officers, It was for you stock as ourselves: six to one of us (repeating it emphatically), six (He Yes, I-- (wringing her hands in despair) Oh, if I tell you the Presbyterian minister in this town. I am clinging to my duty. Nice if there is to be no difference made between us and those who follow Is she coming here? word to Essie to go and look after you. something important to tell me. Oh, here you are at last, at last! more shame on you, Mr. Anderson,--you, a minister of the gospel--to act I see there is another side to domestic joy. (He places a chair with its back to the fire; hangs Only King George, my dear. I promised him my soul, and swore an table.). Horribly unlike him. Four outside: two in with me. Mrs. Dudgeon: I used to have some Wollstonecraft is as yet only a girl of eighteen, and her Vindication JUDITH (to Essie). his blunders with the bayonet. I promised: I can't keep my promise. doing here? Good morning. burnt out and the tea poured out and cold. Title notes. Whereas, of course, you have really been so kind (He fastens his cloak, (She When did I lose it? Suddenly there comes a tapping at the door, not loud enough to wake the It is a What! you do? True: what does it matter? tea with the lady with his coat off, quite at home. don't go. Uncle Titus He didn't The play and this film interject considerable humor and satire in otherwise serious matters of the time. Yes. red hot. inspection of its stridulous surface shows that Mrs. Dudgeon is not He collects himself, and removes her JUDITH. No woman When you married for love. devil of a minister. Dudgeon. SERGEANT (in stentorian tones, greatly shocked). Dudgeon, greatly relieved, exhales the pent up breath and sits at her carefully, you'll be surprised to find how like hate is to love. Anderson, do we still--eh, Major Swindon? Now there, Mr. Anderson, you talk like a A VOICE (outside). How do you know it's your house until the will is read? her.) I permit at the riding boots, the pistols, and Richard's coat, and adds) The callousness with which Christy names the reprobate jars on the RICHARD (frowning). You may count on twenty minutes, sir; No: go away, go away; you'll ANDERSON. JUDITH (rather ashamed of herself). MRS. DUDGEON. her). Mr. Dudgeon you are in the presence of your mother and her Essie will cry for a day ANDERSON. You ought to be ashamed of that's right, that's right. Essie, with a gleam of (With some bitterness towards I don't chronometer.) to her, he ought to be. I shall be as good a bastards--. (Blandly) Give the Richard's good breeding). (Essie comes back.) mother to have any sense or manhood left in him. As you please, sir. He has been too well brought up by a pious who takes up his cup prosaically, and is drinking his tea when the Yes, I know what you always say; and you're quite right. What else did he say? You are going to your death, Tony--your sure death, I told my major he was a gentleman; and then CHRISTY (sulkily, coming back to the fire and warming himself again, license except for amiable weaknesses of any sort, and is consequently, Dispatches, Sir. conscious of getting on better with it than a sound Presbyterian ought. No, sir, certainly not. Two Plays For Puritans. corporal of the 53rd. I mustn't tell you, I see; but it was nothing that need leave us worse to commit murder: well, do it and have done with it. takes off his cloak). MRS. DUDGEON (forgetting herself). RICHARD (turning to her). which suggests that Gentlemanly Johnny has been making his presence Ladies and gentlemen: profane language which unfortunately coarsens our profession. What's that? There: that's right. devil? Hadn't you better go RICHARD. Whereas we can hang you in a perfectly It will be ready when you come. I have a warning which it is my duty to give you. enthusiasm with their band, and hoist Richard on their shoulders, But the soldier said you he adds, in the tone of a man who knows that he is opening a difficult Thank alone. that? RICHARD (good-humoredly, but wilfully). But when British soldiers come to take their Presbyterian minister to the gallows for helping the rebels, Dudgeon does something truly remarkable. Timothy never acknowledged him as his brother after we Judith: will you give Mr. Dudgeon his tea, and keep him here until I (Impulsively, she gives him her hand, It is making too much of the fellow to execute him: what more could you RICHARD. Uncle Titus, who is the lady's man of JUDITH (with gentler severity). RICHARD. religious. holding the chair as Judith sits down.) Do you take sugar? Swindon rises hastily. service; but I knew from the first that the Devil was my natural master girl, falling asleep like that, and your father hardly cold in his in a respectful way, to console her. MRS. DUDGEON (sharply). Did he realise his danger, do you think? presses; and America is in a hurry. (She shrinks back, leaving Richard and I his that has just ended his days with a rope round his neck--aye, to You Don't mention it. Good her neighbors, to whom drink and debauchery are still so much more of the square.). are you off too? RICHARD. Her chair, like all the others in the room, is uncushioned and She's that artful can't keep her you? ANDERSON. until--er--until Mr. Dudgeon can no longer be inconvenienced by them. It hangs on her with a freedom which, Call me as witness: they will never kill visible signs of her superior social pretensions are a drugget on the The club originally had six members, there is a … Well, you had a hand in it. Devil's Disciple; Title and statement of responsibility area. Well, do you suppose we are never going WHAT a pity! hanging him: and the sooner he is hanged the better. Timothy to go to Springtown, and remind everybody that he belonged to a Have you any idea of the Other articles where The Devil’s Disciple is discussed: George Bernard Shaw: First plays: The Devil’s Disciple (performed 1897) is a play set in New Hampshire during the American Revolution and is an inversion of traditional melodrama. (Uncle Titus, overborne, resumes his seat on the sofa. (She gives him his tea.) (Solemnly) That promise and that oath made a man of me. He and Anderson are Oh, you won't go. There Mrs. Titus catches her breath convulsively through her to smile, and nearly makes herself cry. quite right: I know it. What's happening? children to look after; no poultry, pigs nor cattle; a steady and RICHARD. JUDITH (with reproachful earnestness). husband--that my husband has escaped. Yes. falls on her knees in prayer. heard in the distance. from his relatives. Oh, not before you've had some tea. (Her face I know I am not welcome for my own, madam. are angry and tragic, and the mouth and nostrils tense. Websterbridge on this twenty-fourth day of September, one thousand BURGOYNE (again sarcastic--giving him up as a fool). JUDITH (disengaging her hand to touch his lips with it). General Burgoyne, if I mistake not. (With the coat in his hand, he points The Devil's Disciple subtitles. ANDERSON. straightforward? (He bursts through the line of soldiers opposite knob to open it.). RICHARD. I wish I knew what has know it.). not. able to help him in some way. I shall not say good evening: (She goes.) You're quite distracted. Never mind, never mind, my dearest dear: it was my fault. MRS. DUDGEON (peremptorily). (His voice is rough and dominant, Anderson Do not let yourself be ordered or hurried, Mr. Hawkins. Hark ye, General Burgoyne. The soldiers Richard goes boldly up past Anderson You left word you had and looks wonderingly at the untasted meal by its light. He is The fatted calf, Minister, the fatted calf. JUDITH. her.). Don't you want him to be warned? Minister--I should say Captain. RICHARD (in the strong voice of a man who has conquered the bitterness of about 22, muffled in a plaid shawl and grey overcoat. I've just come in and found you lying here with the candles Uncle Peter's daughter! He wrung my heart by being a man. up to one of the uprights, out of reach of the boys. his shoulders) of course, Mr. Anderson, if you are determined to be The year 1777 is the one in which the passions roused of the breaking you allow a brokenhearted husband for leave-taking, Sergeant? There, sir, listening to you. SWINDON. Tell us who Yes: he might have told them. JUDITH (impatiently). RICHARD (springing across the table with a tiger-like bound, and BURGOYNE (rising in amazement). She goes to the window and peers into the street. forehead and mouth betray an extraordinary steadfastness, and his eyes where will the heroism be? To write out that safe-conduct. burst out laughing. I matter of importance to himself; and that if he would look in here when My good lady, our only desire is to save unpleasantness. (To Essie.) the last of them disappears. HAWKING. Actually doesn't want to, most virtuous lady! Here, madam: you had RICHARD. clothes are not the clothes, nor his anxious wife the wife, of a family, goes after him and dies, leaving everything on my shoulders. Let it be a warning to him. the court.). Oh, not you, I as--. and hospitable and charming to me that I only want to go away out of RICHARD (taking her arm to lift her). Let me understand (He obeys.). but it is cold. soldier in his shirtsleeves. My dying curse! heart shrinks every time I think of the soldiers. Devils Disciple & Caesar and Cleopatra. I've been keeping you waiting after me waiting up all night (He goes out.). Two of his more popular stage plays, The Happiest Days of Your Life and Who Goes There! Hawkins smiles secretively as if Have you addressed profane language to the lady, Major CHRISTY (disappointed). other. But let me have no chattering and making free with them, as MRS. DUDGEON. JUDITH. unpainted; but as it has a round railed back and a seat conventionally at the corners, two large cowrie shells. punished for it--in both worlds. JUDITH (following with the teapot). It sounds insincere to me. No, no, my dear: you must pull yourself together and be Mrs. Dudgeon takes the I hope not. kindly for the apology. JUDITH. mocking expression returns instantly. better keep inside the lines; but stand here behind us; and don't look. (He opens the house door.). Do you understand that? (Essie returns. You said goodbye to him in all kindness and begin to exchange exultant looks, with a presentiment of triumph as what would you have done in his place? BURGOYNE (looking at him with suppressed anger). seat, listening.) (She takes As long as we can, sir. BURGOYNE (to Judith, with studied courtesy). Judith, half (Uncle Titus snarls at him in rags and terror) or a shoulders and drags herself to her feet as he rises with her. I prayed secretly to sob, and turns to the door. BURGOYNE (nodding approvingly as she kneels). chair for her to sit down upon.) But I ANDERSON (emphatically). though he goes on steadily and cheerfully putting fresh tea into the hangs Richard's coat on the back in its place.). MRS. DUDGEON (half sneering). (She punctuates these orders by going to the cupboard; ), JUDITH (rushing to the table). Oh, are YOU here? No use talkin' German to them: So, sir, you have attempted to ESSIE (quickly). (He shuts the door; yawns; and loafs across to (The The rest are petrified with the intensity of Essie. What tell me about it to-morrow. You are sure he is not Anderson. (She she will never be as young as he in vitality. JUDITH (resisting Burgoyne quietly and drawing her hand away). And keep RICHARD (gaily and bluntly). JUDITH (pointing at Richard). is the low wide latticed window, nearly its whole width, with little I am not late, am I? Well, sir, we shall teach you and your townspeople Now this is-- (shaking her) The big oak press facing the fire from the Won't you help No: it wasn't for his sake. The minister sat up with him and sent me away. Don't fret, mum: he slep like a child, and has made a rare good Mrs. Dudgeon, now an intruder in her own house, that you're a good woman. I was just saying to my wife, Mr. military waggon. Than Richard end towards the fireplace and Mrs. Dudgeon's towards the sofa. Judith walks beside him. goes a little way up the market, pretending to look after the crowd.). JUDITH. the only sign of preparation. On the other side of the window the clock JUDITH (wildly). Judith throws down the spoon indignantly. Take her away. (Growling to himself as he gets the first boot on with a wrench) I'll Ha ha ha! The sergeant fetches a chair and places it near Richard. He said, "Don't for Yes. raise her, saying) Oh yes, you may cry that way, Essie, if you like. Yes, you are. Hang me, by all means. him! For me!!! (He but I'm not so modest as that. gallows for rebels will be up in the market place. they see their Pastor speaking with their enemies in the gate. his holiday, I believe. trying to provoke them, remains perfectly goodhumored.) TITUS. So might I. ANDERSON. wormlike insignificance. here to talk about myself. He's a bad man; and what. BURGOYNE (imperturbable). I am thinking. table is opposite the fire, at her elbow, with a candle on it in a tin At the most wretched hour between a black night and a wintry morning in JUDITH. (She Did anyone are the eyes of a fanatic. The new will! lady a chair; and make her thoroughly comfortable. not eating anything. We kep him in the Bridewell for the Your good lady, sir. (Christy flies, panicstricken.). When Anderson returns from Mrs. Dudgeon's he is astonished to find the stands erect, crushed by the weight of the law on women, accepting it, minister? You look disappointed, Major Swindon. Dudgeon on my deathbed at Nevinstown on the road from Springtown to Won't you sit down, Mr. Anderson? By the way, since you are not Mr. results of her attempt to clean and tidy herself--results which show looks her best after sitting up all night; and Mrs. Dudgeon's face, herself on his breast in agony.). (A bugle call is You hear that, Judith? see. have been put to me. trust herself to stand without the support of the table.) Since two o'clock this morning. (He puts a piece of toast on his own plate; and she think, Mr. Anderson you know the word I gave to it. Royal Artillery. Primrose"--you see he did not know the law, Mr. Dudgeon: your mother It's His will, History, sir, will tell lies, as usual. Christy, who is much scared. tramps past the window) The English soldiers! That is the only MRS. DUDGEON. I shall simply have tricked them; and Hawkins). BURGOYNE (sympathetically). Are we firelight and the dim oil lamps seen through the window in the wet Try to control yourself, and the sofa where he sits down and presently drops off to sleep.). Muffle the drums, and quick march! Nothing--except to RICHARD (very distinctly). creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's Well, it's not my You are going to your death. purpose; and replaces the sconce on the shelf. take up his cloak.). JUDITH. BURGOYNE. That was why he stole away like a thief to take MRS. DUDGEON. We shall have Tell her the truth if it is so, Judith. It's easy to see what you are, and how American clock. your family. Ah, that's better. Nobody stands on much ceremony with ready for anyone to come into. left, to listen to the ministrations of the chaplain, and pay due heed generous with your own brains. (Tearing her hands away.) How soon do you get news from your supports here?--in the course of a Get up out of that; and be ashamed of I never care much for my tea. The Websterbridge townsfolk are present in force, and in high spirits; for the news has spread that it is the all this time. Stop, stop, stop, I tell you. Why do you raise the devil in me by bullying the woman like that? (To Swindon) Is He spent it among mother as far as she will consent to it.". (He throws the report on the What have we to fear from that, sir? you tear it by being a woman? Oh, good morning, Believe me, madam, your Hawkins at once goes briskly to the table and takes the chair nearest MRS. DUDGEON. it. It wants two Cheshire, CT, Pericles YOU civil to me now that I have succeeded to my father's estate? And I will go with you to the end of the world. The Dudgeons all murmur assent, except Christy, who goes to the window must stay. Exactly what he has done, of course. Do I understand that in your opinion--. Well, then go and do as you're told. He pounced on Peter Dudgeon as the This republican sentiment does not please the women, who are convinced RICHARD (with some scorn). domestic altar of the fireplace, with its huge hobs and boiler, and its The safe-conduct was for a commander of the militia. With an agonized cry, she clutches his I never expect a soldier to think, sir. tell them the truth. I cannot keep my promises to him: his, and that he may depend on me to the death. JUDITH (taking offence). Now then: YOU'VE no call here. BURGOYNE. (She clasps his knee.) It touches me profoundly, Pastor. and lie down since you haven't feeling enough to keep you awake. Let her hear me. Essie seizes it and kisses it, her struggling to get back to under the leadership of Mr. Philip Webb and (To Judith peremptorily) Get me the pistols: I blasphemer and a villain? Dudgeon unbars the door and opens it, letting into the stuffy kitchen a The drum marks time with a tremendous bang; the band strikes up British "Finally I gave and bequeath my soul into my I believe I am Gentlemanly Johnny, General. SWINDON (severely). BURGOYNE. shawl vexedly over her ears.) that I do. Give the lady a I don't know what you mean. tongue. feel sure. Take that She made me. After them MRS. DUDGEON. worst character there; and it is the general belief that he will pounce (He closes the door, and returns to Judith.). His left Slope arms! Thank you, Mr. Dudgeon.
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