George Bernard Shaw a penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication

stitching]. And there were a hundred little things you never
noticed, because they came naturally to you. Things about
standing up and taking off your hat and opening doors—
PICKERING
. Oh, that was nothing.
LIZA
. Yes: things that showed you thought and felt about me
as if I were something better than a scullerymaid; though of
course I know you would have been just the same to a scul-
lery-maid if she had been let in the drawing-room. You never
took off your boots in the dining room when I was there.
PICKERING
. You mustn’t mind that. Higgins takes off his
boots all over the place.
LIZA
. I know. I am not blaming him. It is his way, isn’t it?
But it made such a difference to me that you didn’t do it.
You see, really and truly, apart from the things anyone can
pick up (the dressing and the proper way of speaking, and so
on), the difference between a lady and a flower girl is not
how she behaves, but how she’s treated. I shall always be a
flower girl to Professor Higgins, because he always treats me
as a flower girl, and always will; but I know I can be a lady to
you, because you always treat me as a lady, and always will.
MRS. HIGGINS
. Please don’t grind your teeth, Henry.
PICKERING
. Well, this is really very nice of you, Miss
Doolittle.

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74
Pygmalion
LIZA
. I should like you to call me Eliza, now, if you would.
PICKERING
. Thank you. Eliza, of course.
LIZA
. And I should like Professor Higgins to call me Miss
Doolittle.
HIGGINS
. I’ll see you damned first.
MRS. HIGGINS
. Henry! Henry!
PICKERING 
[laughing] Why don’t you slang back at him?
Don’t stand it. It would do him a lot of good.
LIZA
. I can’t. I could have done it once; but now I can’t go
back to it. Last night, when I was wandering about, a girl
spoke to me; and I tried to get back into the old way with
her; but it was no use. You told me, you know, that when a
child is brought to a foreign country, it picks up the lan-
guage in a few weeks, and forgets its own. Well, I am a child
in your country. I have forgotten my own language, and can
speak nothing but yours. That’s the real break-off with the
corner of Tottenham Court Road. Leaving Wimpole Street
finishes it.
PICKERING 
[much alarmed] Oh! but you’re coming back
to Wimpole Street, aren’t you? You’ll forgive Higgins?
HIGGINS 
[rising] Forgive! Will she, by George! Let her go.
Let her find out how she can get on without us. She will
relapse into the gutter in three weeks without me at her el-
bow.
Doolittle appears at the centre window. With a look of dignified
reproach at Higgins, he comes slowly and silently to his daugh-
ter, who, with her back to the window, is unconscious of his
approach.
PICKERING
. He’s incorrigible, Eliza. You won’t relapse, will
you?
LIZA
. No: Not now. Never again. I have learnt my lesson. I
don’t believe I could utter one of the old sounds if I tried.
[Doolittle touches her on her left shoulder. She drops her work,
losing her self-possession utterly at the spectacle of her father’s
splendor] A—a—a—a—a—ah—ow—ooh!
HIGGINS 
[with a crow of triumph] Aha! Just so. A—a—
a—a—ahowooh! A—a—a—a—ahowooh ! A—a—a—a—
ahowooh! Victory! Victory! [He throws himself on the divan,
folding his arms, and spraddling arrogantly].
DOOLITTLE
. Can you blame the girl? Don’t look at me
like that, Eliza. It ain’t my fault. I’ve come into money.

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75
Shaw
LIZA
.  You must have touched a millionaire this time, dad.
DOOLITTLE
. I have. But I’m dressed something special
today. I’m going to St. George’s, Hanover Square. Your step-
mother is going to marry me.
LIZA 
[angrily] You’re going to let yourself down to marry
that low common woman!
PICKERING 
[quietly] He ought to, Eliza. [To Doolittle] Why
has she changed her mind?
DOOLITTLE 
[sadly] Intimidated, Governor. Intimidated.
Middle class morality claims its victim. Won’t you put on
your hat, Liza, and come and see me turned off?
LIZA
. If the Colonel says I must, I—I’ll [almost sobbing]
I’ll demean myself. And get insulted for my pains, like
enough.
DOOLITTLE
. Don’t be afraid: she never comes to words
with anyone now, poor woman! respectability has broke all
the spirit out of her.
PICKERING 
[squeezing Eliza’s elbow gently] Be kind to them,
Eliza. Make the best of it.
LIZA 
[forcing a little smile for him through her vexation] Oh
well, just to show there’s no ill feeling. I’ll be back in a mo-
ment. [She goes out].
DOOLITTLE 
[sitting down beside Pickering] I feel uncom-
mon nervous about the ceremony, Colonel. I wish you’d come
and see me through it.
PICKERING
. But you’ve been through it before, man. You
were married to Eliza’s mother.
DOOLITTLE
. Who told you that, Colonel?
PICKERING
. Well, nobody told me. But I concluded natu-
rally—
DOOLITTLE
. No: that ain’t the natural way, Colonel: it’s
only the middle class way. My way was always the undeserv-
ing way. But don’t say nothing to Eliza. She don’t know: I
always had a delicacy about telling her.
PICKERING
. Quite right. We’ll leave it so, if you don’t mind.
DOOLITTLE
. And you’ll come to the church, Colonel, and
put me through straight?
PICKERING
. With pleasure. As far as a bachelor can.

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76
Pygmalion
MRS. HIGGINS
. May I come, Mr. Doolittle? I should be
very sorry to miss your wedding.
DOOLITTLE
. I should indeed be honored by your conde-
scension, ma’am; and my poor old woman would take it as a
tremenjous compliment. She’s been very low, thinking of the
happy days that are no more.
MRS. HIGGINS 
[rising] I’ll order the carriage and get ready.
[The men rise, except Higgins]. I shan’t be more than fifteen
minutes. [As she goes to the door Eliza comes in, hatted and