Woodcock's Little Game: A Comedy-Farce, In Two Acts

by John Maddison Morton

Enter DAVID, at L., as a page.

DAVID. Please, sir, coachman says you didn’t tell him what time he’s to come with the carriage.

MRS. W. (R.) Now, remember, Mr. Woodcock, you promised me faithfully that we shouldn’t be late—say half past two.

WOOD. Very well! (to DAVID) A quarter past two,

MRS. W. I said, half-past! (smiling)

WOOD. (shouting, L.) Half-past!

Exit DAVID, L.

MRS. C. Yes! We really must have a good night’s rest, or we shall not be fit for the fancy dress ball to-morrow. (to MRS. LARKINGS) We’ve settled our costume, my dear! Caroline is going as Little Red Riding Hood, Marmy as a Neapolitan brigand—(WOODCOCK makes a wry face)—and I—à la Pompadour!

WOOD. (aside) I don’t exactly know what a pumpadoor is, but I hope it’s something decent! (dance music again heard)