28
Pygmalion
MRS. PEARCE
. Mr. Higgins: you’re tempting the girl. It’s
not right. She should think of the future.
HIGGINS
. At her age! Nonsense! Time enough to think of
the future when you haven’t any future to think of. No, Eliza:
do as this lady does: think of other people’s futures; but never
think of your own. Think of chocolates, and taxis, and gold,
and diamonds.
LIZA
. No: I don’t want no gold and no diamonds. I’m a
good girl, I am. [
She sits down again, with an attempt at dig-
nity].
HIGGINS
. You shall remain so, Eliza, under the care of Mrs.
Pearce. And you shall marry an officer in the Guards, with a
beautiful moustache: the son of a marquis, who will disin-
herit him for marrying you, but will relent when he sees
your beauty and goodness—
PICKERING
. Excuse me, Higgins; but I really must inter-
fere. Mrs. Pearce is quite right. If this girl is to put herself in
your hands for six months for an experiment in teaching,
she must understand thoroughly what she’s doing.
HIGGINS
. How can she? She’s incapable of understanding
anything. Besides, do any of us understand what we are do-
ing? If we did, would we ever do it?
PICKERING
. Very clever, Higgins; but not sound sense.
[To Eliza] Miss Doolittle—
LIZA
[
overwhelmed] Ah—ah—ow—oo!
HIGGINS
. There! That’s all you get out of Eliza. Ah—ah—
ow—oo! No use explaining. As a military man you ought to
know that. Give her her orders: that’s what she wants. Eliza:
you are to live here for the next six months, learning how to
speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist’s shop. If you’re good
and do whatever you’re told, you shall sleep in a proper bed-
room, and have lots to eat, and money to buy chocolates
and take rides in taxis. If you’re naughty and idle you will
sleep in the back kitchen among the black beetles, and be
walloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick. At the end of
six months you shall go to Buckingham Palace in a carriage,
beautifully dressed. If the King finds out you’re not a lady,
you will be taken by the police to the Tower of London,
where your head will be cut off as a warning to other pre-
sumptuous flower girls. If you are not found out, you shall
have a present of seven-and-sixpence to start life with as a
lady in a shop. If you refuse this offer you will be a most
ungrateful and wicked girl; and the angels will weep for you.
[
To Pickering] Now are you satisfied, Pickering? [
To Mrs.
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