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you, not in poison.

       They lied who told you that I drank your poison.

       It was spilt upon the ground, like my Lord’s blood;

       You came too late.

      GUIDO

      Sweet, there is nothing there:

       These things are only unreal shadows.

      DUCHESS

      Death,

       Why do you tarry, get to the upper chamber;

       The cold meats of my husband’s funeral feast

       Are set for you; this is a wedding feast.

       You are out of place, sir; and, besides, ‘tis summer.

       We do not need these heavy fires now,

       You scorch us.

       Oh, I am burned up,

       Can you do nothing? Water, give me water,

       Or else more poison. No: I feel no pain -

       Is it not curious I should feel no pain? -

       And Death has gone away, I am glad of that.

       I thought he meant to part us. Tell me, Guido,

       Are you not sorry that you ever saw me?

      GUIDO

      I swear I would not have lived otherwise.

       Why, in this dull and common world of ours

       Men have died looking for such moments as this

       And have not found them.

      DUCHESS

      Then you are not sorry?

       How strange that seems.

      GUIDO

      What, Beatrice, have I not

       Stood face to face with beauty? That is enough

       For one man’s life. Why, love, I could be merry;

       I have been often sadder at a feast,

       But who were sad at such a feast as this

       When Love and Death are both our cup-bearers?

       We love and die together.

      DUCHESS

      Oh, I have been

       Guilty beyond all women, and indeed

       Beyond all women punished. Do you think -

       No, that could not be - Oh, do you think that love

       Can wipe the bloody stain from off my hands,

       Pour balm into my wounds, heal up my hurts,

       And wash my scarlet sins as white as snow? -

       For I have sinned.

      GUIDO

      They do not sin at all

       Who sin for love.

      DUCHESS

      No, I have sinned, and yet

       Perchance my sin will be forgiven me.

       I have loved much

      [They kiss each other now for the first time in this Act, when suddenly the DUCHESS leaps up in the dreadful spasm of death, tears in agony at her dress, and finally, with face twisted and distorted with pain, falls back dead in a chair. GUIDO seizing her dagger from her belt, kills himself; and, as he falls across her knees, clutches at the cloak which is on the back of the chair, and throws it entirely over her. There is a little pause. Then down the passage comes the tramp of Soldiers; the door is opened, and the LORD JUSTICE, the Headsman, and the Guard enter and see this figure shrouded in black, and GUIDO lying dead across her. The LORD JUSTICE rushes forward and drags the cloak off the DUCHESS, whose face is now the marble image of peace, the sign of God’s forgiveness.]

      Tableau

      CURTAIN

      LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN

       Table of Contents

       LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN

       THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY

       ACT ONE

       ACT TWO

       ACT THREE

       ACT FOUR

      LADY WINDERMERE’S FAN

      THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY

      Lord Windermere

       Lord Darlington

       Lord Augustus Lorton

       Mr. Dumby

       Mr. Cecil Graham

       Mr. Hopper

       Parker, Butler

      Lady Windermere

       The Duchess of Berwick

       Lady Agatha Carlisle

       Lady Plymdale

       Lady Stutfield

       Lady Jedburgh

       Mrs. Cowper-Cowper

       Mrs. Erlynne

       Rosalie, Maid

      TIME:

      The Present PLACE: London

      .

      The action of the play takes place within twenty-four hours, beginning on a Tuesday afternoon at five o’clock, and ending the next day at 1.30 p.m.

      ACT ONE

      SCENCE

      Morning-room of Lord Windermere’s house in Carlton House Terrace. Doors C. and R. Bureau with books and papers R. Sofa with small tea-table L. Window opening on to terrace L. Table R.

      [LADY WINDERMERE is at table R., arranging roses in a blue bowl.]

      [Enter PARKER.]

      PARKER. Is your ladyship at home this afternoon?

      LADY WINDERMERE. Yes - who has called?

      PARKER. Lord Darlington, my lady.

      LADY WINDERMERE. [Hesitates for a moment.] Show him up - and I’m at home to any one who calls.

      PARKER. Yes, my lady.

      [Exit C.]

      LADY WINDERMERE. It’s best for me to see him before tonight. I’m glad he’s come.

      [Enter PARKER C.]

      PARKER. Lord Darlington,

      [Enter LORD DARLINGTON C.]

      [Exit PARKER.]

      LORD DARLINGTON. How do you do, Lady Windermere?

      LADY WINDERMERE. How do you do, Lord Darlington? No, I can’t shake hands with you. My hands are all wet with these roses. Aren’t they lovely? They came up from