Act I, Scene V Flashcards
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(GABRIELLE sits at the table with an invitation.
MADAME enters through the door.)
MADAME. A banquet! Why does the prince do this? It seems
cruelty beyond measure! Two significant social events
in one week. Now granted I have never looked lovelier.
But my physical perfection comes at a price.
(Looks at her hands.)
Gloves, that’s what it was! Cinderella! Where are the
gloves?
(She runs off into the back room, just as ELLA
enters the house.)
GABRIELLE. I get to ladle! You heard me. And guess what
will happen to this beautiful dress and invitation?
I shall loan them both to you - you shall go in my
stead! And meet the prince and fall in love and get
married and exact revenge on Madame and try to keep
Jean-Michel out of the stockade. Tra-la-tra-la, the way
my mind works.
MADAME. (Offstage.) Cinderella! I can’t find my gloves!
GABRIELLE. And don’t worry about Madame, she never
notices anything that isn’t her.
ELLA. Your gloves are right here, Madame!
MADAME. (Entering.) Why did you not tell me you had the
gloves, foolish child? Charlotte!! Make haste, child!
And those shoes are delicate and dainty.
CHARLOTTE. (Hobbling.) My feet burn with the heat of a
hundred suns!
MADAME. To the carriage, daughters.
GABRIELLE.(Grabbing her abdomen, and letting out a yelp.)
Oooooh! Madame - my stomach, I must have eaten
something this morning that disagrees with me. (Sits.)
MADAME. (Placing a glove down, distracted.) No, no - this
can’t prevent me from going to the banquet tonight.
GABRIELLE. Go - you go without me - let Charlotte meet
the prince and steal him from the homely girl from the
ball - go - let Charlotte become queen!
CHARLOTTE. I think I can make that work.
MADAME. I shall do this battle with only half my troops.
Cinderella, fetch the physician. If Gabrielle is better,
send her to the castle immediately. Gabrielle, get better.
I insist on it. Keep your invitation.
GABRIELLE. Thank you, Mother. I’ll come if I feel bette-
(Makes a vomit sound.)
MADAME. Not on the dress! Charlotte, the carriage awaits.
(MADAME and CHARLOTTE sweep out.)
JEAN-MICHEL. Yes! Yes!
(Kisses her.)
Am I your boyfriend?
GABRIELLE. Yes!
JEAN-MICHEL. Yes!!
(JEAN-MICHEL and GABRIELLE kiss passionately.
MADAME walks in.)
MADAME. So that’s how it is?
(JEAN-MICHEL and GABRIELLE quickly pull
apart and gasp at the sight of MADAME.)
GABRIELLE. Mama!
MADAME. My own daughter - my flesh and blood deceiving
me with someone so decidedly unsuitable. I had plans for you, Gabrielle, I had created a life for you and this is how you show your gratitude -
(She has found her glove. ELLA enters in
Gabrielle’s dress, holding her invitation.)
ELLA. All dressed up and ready for court. How do I look?
MADAME. And you! Do you think you could go to court?
I never loved your father. I just wanted his money.
You’ve been nothing but a nuisance to me since the day
he died. You think you can wear a beautiful gown? You
think that is acceptable? You should be in rags.
(She rips ELLA’s dress.)
Worn-out rags, that’s all you deserve.
(She shreds the dress.)
ELLA. No!
GABRIELLE. Mother, please stop!
MADAME. I am no longer your mother. You! Gabrielle, get out of my house, you are no longer welcome here - to
the devil with you!
(She throws the bits of torn dress at GABRIELLE
and JEAN-MICHEL as they turn and run off.
MADAME picks up the invitation and tears it
up, turning to the now-sobbing ELLA.)
I’ll decide what to do with you later.
(Begins to storm off, then stops.)
Why did you have to make me doubt myself, I was
doing so well?
(Exits.)