Pygmalion

  • ACT I

  • Narrator

    Covent Garden at 11.15 p.m. Torrents of heavy summer rain.

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  • Cab whistles blowing frantically in all directions.

  • Pedestrians running for shelter into the market and under the portico of St. Paul's Church, where there are already several people, among them a lady and her daughter in evening dress.

  • They are all peering out gloomily at the rain, except one man with his back turned to the rest, who seems wholly preoccupied with a notebook in which he is writing busily.

  • The church clock strikes the first quarter.

  • [in the space between the central pillars, close to the one on her left]

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    The Daughter

    I'm getting chilled to the bone.

  • What can Freddy be doing all this time? He's been gone twenty minutes.

  • [on her daughter's right]

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    The Mother

    Not so long.

  • But he ought to have got us a cab by this.

  • [on the lady's right]

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    A Bystander

    He won't get no cab not until half-past eleven, missus, when they come back after dropping their theatre fares.

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    The Mother

    But we must have a cab.

  • We can't stand here until half-past eleven.

  • It's too bad.

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    The Bystander

    Well, it ain't my fault, missus.

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    The Daughter

    If Freddy had a bit of gumption, he would have got one at the theatre door.

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    The Mother

    What could he have done, poor boy?