Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
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MAGGIE. Nobody asked you to. It won't come into court. (WILL _and_ FREDDY _enter C. with a ramshackle horsehair sofa_.) (_Rises_.) Open that door for them, Albert. (ALBERT _opens street door. They pass out_.) What's the time? You can see the clock from there. ALBERT (_outside street door_). It's a quarter to one. MAGGIE (_flying to_ R. _door, opening it, and calling_). Girls, if you're late for my wedding I'll never forgive you. (_She turns as_ WILL _and_ FREDDY _return_.) Put your coats on. Now, then, Freddy--(_going_ C.),--you take that paper and put it on _my_ father in _your_ cellar. FREDDY. Now? MAGGIE. Now? Yes, of course now. He might waken any time. FREDDY. He looked fast enough. Aren't I to come to the church? MAGGIE. Yes, if you do that quick enough to get there before we're through. |
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