More portmanteau plays . do not feelany struggle against me. Oh, if you will onlylisten to me, I do not mean to be brutal. I 79 MORE PORTMANTEAU PLAYS have torn your dress. I have mussed yourprecious hair. But I love you so I I love youso I SHE Oh, Henry — Henry — You are so wonderful!\_They embrace one long moment when an armcomes out between the curtains and tugs at hiscoat. He lets go of her as though he had been shot,turns and sees the naked arm and the top of theBoys {whispering)Get her out of here I SHE Oh, Henry, Henry, have I been cruel to you?HE {constrained) Wed better
More portmanteau plays . do not feelany struggle against me. Oh, if you will onlylisten to me, I do not mean to be brutal. I 79 MORE PORTMANTEAU PLAYS have torn your dress. I have mussed yourprecious hair. But I love you so I I love youso I SHE Oh, Henry — Henry — You are so wonderful!\_They embrace one long moment when an armcomes out between the curtains and tugs at hiscoat. He lets go of her as though he had been shot,turns and sees the naked arm and the top of theBoys {whispering)Get her out of here I SHE Oh, Henry, Henry, have I been cruel to you?HE {constrained) Wed better {looks questioningly at him) Please lets stay here. {^He presses her head against his breast and looks surreptitiously at the curtains. The Boy makes as though to get out. He starts violently — shoves the Boy hack. SHE I saw you first — do you remember — atPoughkeepsie. HE Yes, yes — SHE I think — I liked you then. . But I neverthought youd be so wonderful. HE Lets go {whispering). Darling, lets go. 80. The Very Naked Boy THE VERY NAKED BOY SHE No, I want to stay here. I love this nook.[^He laughs nervously as she crosses to the cur-tains, I should love to fill it full of great tall lilies.\^By this time she has become lyric and swepther arms against the curtains: with a cry, rushing to him for , theres a man behind those curtains I HE I think wed better go. SHE Oh, Henry, youre not going to leave him here. HE Wed {poking his head and a naked arm throughthe curtains. Yes, youd better, because Im going to get outof here. SHE Boh! You get your clothes onl BOY I told Mr. Gordon to get my clothes. SHE Mr. Gordon — BOY Call him Henry — just once — please, {stiffly) Ill get your clothes. Where are they? BOY In my room. 8i MORE PORTMANTEAU PLAYS HE What do you want? BOY {straightening up) Dont be common, Robert.\^He starts for the door, HE No, Fm not going. SHE Hen — Mr. Gordon! . . Very well. V\\go! HE No
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