George Bernard Shaw a penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication



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Bernard Shaw - Pygmalion

her]. Oh, you don’t mean to say, Hesione, that your beauti-
ful black hair is false?
MRS HUSHABYE 
[patting it]. Don’t tell Hector. He be-
lieves in it.
ELLIE 
[groaning]. Oh! Even the hair that ensnared him false!
Everything false!
MRS HUSHABYE
. Pull it and try. Other women can snare
men in their hair; but I can swing a baby on mine. Aha! you
can’t do that, Goldylocks.
ELLIE 
[heartbroken]. No. You have stolen my babies.
MRS HUSHABYE
. Pettikins, don’t make me cry. You know
what you said about my making a household pet of him is a
little true. Perhaps he ought to have waited for you. Would
any other woman on earth forgive you?
ELLIE
. Oh, what right had you to take him all for yourself!
[Pulling herself together]. There! You couldn’t help it: neither
of us could help it. He couldn’t help it. No, don’t say any-
thing more: I can’t bear it. Let us wake the object. [She begins
stroking Mangan’s head, reversing the movement with which
she put him to sleep]. Wake up, do you hear? You are to wake
up at once. Wake up, wake up, wake—
MANGAN 
[bouncing out of the chair in a fury and turning
on them]. Wake up! So you think I’ve been asleep, do you?
[He kicks the chair violently back out of his way, and gets
between them]. You throw me into a trance so that I can’t
move hand or foot—I might have been buried alive! it’s a
mercy I wasn’t—and then you think I was only asleep. If
you’d let me drop the two times you rolled me about, my
nose would have been flattened for life against the floor. But
I’ve found you all out, anyhow. I know the sort of people I’m
among now. I’ve heard every word you’ve said, you and your
precious father, and [to Mrs Hushabye] you too. So I’m an
object, am I? I’m a thing, am I? I’m a fool that hasn’t sense
enough to feed myself properly, am I? I’m afraid of the men
that would starve if it weren’t for the wages I give them, am
I? I’m nothing but a disgusting old skinflint to be made a
convenience of by designing women and fool managers of
my works, am I? I’m—
MRS HUSHABYE 
[with the most elegant aplomb]. Sh-sh-
sh-sh-sh! Mr Mangan, you are bound in honor to obliterate
from your mind all you heard while you were pretending to
be asleep. It was not meant for you to hear.


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GB Shaw
MANGAN
. Pretending to be asleep! Do you think if I was
only pretending that I’d have sprawled there helpless, and
listened to such unfairness, such lies, such injustice and plot-
ting and backbiting and slandering of me, if I could have up
and told you what I thought of you! I wonder I didn’t burst.
MRS HUSHABYE 
[sweetly]. You dreamt it all, Mr Mangan.
We were only saying how beautifully peaceful you looked in
your sleep. That was all, wasn’t it, Ellie? Believe me, Mr
Mangan, all those unpleasant things came into your mind in
the last half second before you woke. Ellie rubbed your hair
the wrong way; and the disagreeable sensation suggested a
disagreeable dream.
MANGAN 
[doggedly]. I believe in dreams.
MRS HUSHABYE
. So do I. But they go by contraries, don’t
they?
MANGAN 
[depths of emotion suddenly welling up in him]. I
shan’t forget, to my dying day, that when you gave me the
glad eye that time in the garden, you were making a fool of
me. That was a dirty low mean thing to do. You had no right
to let me come near you if I disgusted you. It isn’t my fault if
I’m old and haven’t a moustache like a bronze candlestick as
your husband has. There are things no decent woman would
do to a man—like a man hitting a woman in the breast.

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