Plays 1

Plays 1

Tom Stoppard

Language: English

Pages: 278

ISBN: 2:00263432

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The plays in this collection reveal in combination the 'frivolous' and 'serious' aspects of Tom Stoppard's talent: his sense of fun, his sense of theatre, his sense of the absurd, and his gifts for parody and satire. The author rounds off his brief introduction, giving the genesis of each piece, with the comment: 'The role of the theatre is much debated (by almost nobody, of course), but the thing defines itself in practice first and foremost as a recreation. This seems satisfactory'.

Leading off is The Real Inspector Hound, the ultimate country-house whodunnit; Dirty Linen moves a Whitehall farce to Parliament Square; Dogg's Hamlet, Cahoot's Macbeth subverts Shakespeare; and After Magritte explains the inexplicable.

Faust: A Tragedy, Parts One and Two, Fully Revised (Goethe's Faust Volume 1-2)

The Story of Edgar Sawtelle: A Novel

Studs Terkel's Working: A Graphic Adaptation

Volpone and Other Plays

Fairy Tales: Dramolettes














woman; dragging us half way across London—you’d think having one in the house and playing it morning, noon and night would be enough for anyone. It’s certainly too much for me. THELMA:   She’s entitled to practise, just as much as we are. HARRIS:   But it’s our house. THELMA:   You shouldn’t have asked her to move in if you felt like that. HARRIS:   It was your idea. THELMA:   You agreed to it. HARRIS:   I agreed to her living out her last days among her loved ones—I said nothing

Yes, sir. (FOOT continues his stroll. HARRIS would like to help.) MOTHER:   (uncertainly) Is it all right for me to practise? (FOOT ignores her, his eyes darting desperately about until they fix on the table-lamp. FOOT stops dead. His head moves slightly along the line of the lampshade, reading the words scrawled on it.) FOOT:   (triumphantly) Reginald William Harris? HARRIS:   Thirty-seven Mafeking Villas. FOOT:   You are addressing a police officer not an envelope. Would you kindly

instrument of her chief and indeed obsessional interest, my wife’s mother, in law, or rather my mother, prevailed upon us to take her to the exhibition, which we did, notwithstanding the fact that we could ill afford the time from rehearsing for a professional engagement at the North Circular Dancerama tonight, and to which, I may say, we will shortly have to absent ourselves. (To THELMA without pause.) Have you taken up your hem? (THELMA gasps with dismay and self-reproach and immediately

WITHENSHAW (lying):   I am well aware he’s a character in Dombey and Son. COCKLEBURY-SMYTHE:   Chuzzlewit. WITHENSHAW (with spirit):   Chuzzlewit yourself, Cockle. Amendment put. Favour? ALL (except COCKLEBURY-SMYTHE):   Aye. WITHENSHAW:   Against. COCKLEBURY-SMYTHE:   No. WITHENSHAW:   Amendment stands. Paragraph now reads—— COCKLEBURY-SMYTHE:   Amendment, Mr. Chairman. WITHENSHAW:   Yes, Mr. Cocklebury-Smythe. COCKLEBURY-SMYTHE:   Before the words ‘and a cynical pursuit

[*Needs salt.] CHARLIE:   Eh? ABEL:   (Putting out his hand.) Very true. (CHARLIE takes a salt cellar out of his satchel. CHARLIE passes ABEL the salt.) Cube. [*Thank you.] (He sprinkles salt on his sandwich and then offers salt to BAKER.) Very true? [*Need salt?] BAKER:   (Taking it.) Cube. [*Thank you.] (BAKER uses the salt and puts it down next to him. CHARLIE puts his hand out towards BAKER.) CHARLIE:   Brick. [*Here.] (BAKER passes CHARLIE his salt-cellar. They eat their

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