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Portrait of George Bernard Shaw George Bernard Shaw The Admirable Bashville — Act II, Scene I (1901)

With tireless coursers whisk him through the town;
But we, the rich, are slaves to Houyhnhnms:
We wait upon their colds, and frowst all day
Indoors, if they but cough or spurn their hay.
BASHVILLE. Madam, an omnibus to Euston Road,
And thence t' th' Angel—
Enter Cashel LYDIA. Let us haste, my love: The coachman is impatient.
CASHEL. Did he guess He stays for Cashel Byron, he'd outwait Pompei's sentinel. Let us away. This day of deeds, as yet but half begun, Must ended be in merrie Islington.
[Exeunt Lydia and Cashel.] BASHVILLE. Gods ! how she hangs on's arm! I am alone.
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Portrait of George Bernard Shaw George Bernard Shaw The Admirable Bashville — Act II, Scene I (1901)

BASHVILLE. "Forty to one, the Dutchman's friends exclaimed.
Done, said Lord Worthington, who shewed himself
A sportsman every inch. Barely the bet
Was booked, when, at the reeling champion's jaw
The sailor, bent on winning out of hand,
Sent in his right. The issue seemed a cert.
When Cashel, ducking smartly to his left,
Cross-countered like a hundredweight of brick—"
LUCIAN. Death and damnation!
LYDIA. Oh, what does it mean?
BASHVILLE. "The Dutchman went to grass, a beaten man."
LYDIA. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Oh, well done, Cashel!
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Portrait of George Bernard Shaw George Bernard Shaw The Admirable Bashville — Act II, Scene I (1901)

LUCIAN. Is there worse to come ?
CASHEL. Know ye not then my mother is an actress ?
LUCIAN. How horrible !
LYDIA. Nay, nay: how interesting!
CASHEL. A thousand victories cannot wipe out
That birthstain. Oh, my speech betrayeth it:
My earliest lesson was the player's speech
In Hamlet; and to this day I express myself
More like a mobled queen than like a man
Of flesh and blood. Well may your cousin sneer!
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