I'll Leave It To You A Light Comedy In Three Acts
By Noel Coward
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Noel Coward
Noel Coward was born in 1899 in Teddington, Middlesex. He made his name as a playwright with The Vortex (1924), in which he also appeared. His numerous other successful plays included Fallen Angels (1925), Hay Fever (1925), Private Lives (1933), Design for Living (1933), and Blithe Spirit (1941). During the war he wrote screenplays such as Brief Encounter (1944) and This Happy Breed (1942). In the fifties he started a new career as a cabaret entertainer. He published volumes of verse and a novel, Pomp and Circumstance (1960), two volumes of autobiography, and four volumes of short stories: To Step Aside (1939), Star Quality (1951), Pretty Polly Barlow (1964), and Bon Voyage (l967). Coward was knighted in 1970 and died three years later in Jamaica.
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Title: I'll Leave It To You
A Light Comedy In Three Acts
Author: Noel Coward
Release Date: January 20, 2010 [EBook #31029]
Language: English
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"I'LL LEAVE IT
TO YOU"
A LIGHT COMEDY IN
THREE ACTS
BY
NOEL COWARD
LONDON
NEW YORK TORONTO SYDNEY HOLLYWOOD
The following text concerning the copyright and royalties was printed at the beginning of the book.
It is included here for historical interest only.
(note of transcriber)
Copyright 1920 by Samuel French Ltd
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ISBN 0 573 01199 0
To
MY MOTHER
I'LL LEAVE IT TO YOU
Produced on Wednesday, July 21, 1920, at the New Theatre, London, with the following Cast of Characters:—
The action of the play takes place in
Mulberry Manor
,
Mrs. Dermott's
house, a few miles out of London.
Eighteen months elapse between acts one and two, and one night between acts two and three.
I'LL LEAVE IT TO YOU
A plan of the stage of the New Theatre, London, set for the play is given at the end of the book.{*}
Scene.
—The Hall of Mulberry Manor. All the furniture looks very comfortable. Through the window can be seen a glimpse of a snowy garden; there it a log fire. The light is a little dim, being late afternoon. Seated on the table swinging her legs is
Joyce
, she is attired in a fur coat and goloshes, very little else can be seen, except a pink healthy looking young face.
Sylvia
is seated on the Chesterfield
R
. She is twenty-one and exceedingly pretty. It is about five days before Christmas.
Joyce
(brightly). My feet are simply soaking.
Sylvia
(sewing). Why on earth don't you go and change them? You'll catch cold.
(
Bobbie
enters
R
. He is a slim, bright-looking youth of twenty.)
Joyce.
I don't mind if I do. (Laughs.) Colds are fun.
Bobbie.
She loves having a fuss made of her, beef tea—chicken—jelly with whipped cream—and fires in her bedroom, little Sybarite.
Joyce.
So do you.
Bobbie
(comes
C
.). No, I don't; whenever my various ailments confine me to my bed, I chafe—positively chafe at the terrible inactivity. I want to be up and about, shooting, riding, cricket, football, judo, the usual run of manly sports.
Sylvia.
Knowing you for what you are—lazy, luxurious——
Bobbie
(pained). Please, please, please, not in front of the child. (
Joyce
kicks). It's demoralizing for her to hear her idolized brother held up to ridicule.
Joyce.
You're not my idolized brother at all—Oliver is. (Turning away, pouting.)
Bobbie
(seated
R
. on Chesterfield, sweetly). If that were really so, dear, I know you have much too kind a heart to let me know it.
Sylvia.
What is the matter with you this afternoon, Bobbie—you are very up in the air about something.
(
Joyce
takes her coat off, puts on back of chair
R
. of table).
Bobbie
(rising and sitting on club fender). Merely another instance of the triumph of mind over matter; in this case a long and healthy walk was the matter. I went into the lobby to put on my snow boots and then—as is usually the case with me—my mind won. I thought of tea, crumpets and comfort. Oliver has gone without me, he simply bursts with health and extraordinary dullness. Personally I shall continue to be delicate and interesting.
Sylvia
(seriously). You may have to work, Bobbie.
Bobbie.
Really, Sylvia, you do say the most awful things, remember Joyce is only a school-girl, she'll be quite shocked.
Joyce.
We work jolly hard at school, anyhow.
Bobbie.
Oh, no, you don't. I've read the modern novelists, and I know; all you do is walk about with arms entwined, and write poems of tigerish adoration to your mistresses. It's a beautiful existence.
Joyce.
You are a silly ass. (Picks up magazine.)
Sylvia.
It's all very well to go on fooling Bobbie, but really we shall have to pull ourselves together a bit. Mother's very worried, as you know, money troubles are perfectly beastly, and she hasn't told us nearly all. I do so hate her to be upset, poor darling.
Bobbie.
What can we do? (Sits
L.
end of Chesterfield.
Joyce
puts down magazine and listens.)
Sylvia.
Think of a way to make money.
Bobbie.
It's difficult now that the war is over.
Sylvia.
That's cheap wit, dear; also it's the wrong moment for it. (
Joyce
giggles.)
Bobbie.
It's always the wrong moment for cheap wit, admitting for one moment that it was, which it wasn't.
Joyce.
Oh, do shut up, you make my head go round.
(Enter
Evangeline
downstairs; she is tall and almost beautiful;
she carries a book in her hand.)
Bobbie
(turning). Oh, Vangy, do come and join us; we're on the verge of a congress.
Evangeline.
I must read some more Maeterlinck. (Posing.)
Bobbie.
You mean you must let us see you reading Maeterlinck.
Evangeline
(goes to him, back of Chesterfield, touches his hair.) Try not to be so irritating, Bobbie dear; just because you don't happen to appreciate good literature, it's very small and narrow to laugh at people who do.
Sylvia.
But seriously, Vangy, we are rather worried (
Evangeline
moves) about mother; she's been looking harassed for days.
Evangeline
(sitting in armchair). What about?
Sylvia.
Money, money, money! Haven't you realized that! Uncle Daniel sent a pretty substantial cheque from South America (all nod) that helped things on a bit after