Placentia Roses Flashcards
(61 cards)
Mary: Actually its know-it-all.
Irene: Glares and you girls have got to do your part.
Oh i see. Were to be bait, are we, for fathers dynasty.
Welsh: Dont be ridiculous. Girls, Tell Irene how much you want to get married.
Actually Father, I may not be ready for marriage for a very long time.
Irene: Look here young lady, the world isnt chnaging as fast as those books of your would have you believe. A woman today can have a very difficult time of it on her own.
That might be so for most woman, but fathers going to leave us a great fortune when he dies
Bridget: That might be so for most woman, but fathers going to leave us a great fortune when he dies!
Irene: Bridget!
Oh Irene, dont be so dramatic. Father isnt going to die for. avery long time but.. when he does…sorry father..die, we girls will be able to look after ourselves. well have money aplenty and wont need a man to provide for us.
WELSH: Indeed I will, Irene (to the girls) First of all, after I’m gone, as you well know, your brother David, as the eldest male (a universal groan) will be the one to inherit all of my fortune, including my business.
BRIDGET and MARY: Unfair! Unfair!
IRENE: And poor Master David back in County Wexford busting his arse for the good of the family while the three of you get to lounge around here all day reading books! He should not be responsible for your upkeep while he’s trying to build his own dynasty. That’s not fair!
BRIDGET: But if Father won’t allow us to work, what are we to do?
WELSH: Ah! You read too much, Mary.
MARY: You taught me to read!
BRIDGET: Seriously, Mary, Father would never make us accept someone unsuitable. Imagine what our lives would be like not having common opinions and thoughts with our mate on how life should be lived in the modern age.
WELSH: You think too much, Bridget.
BRIDGET: So you say, but I am allowed to have my own ideas about such things.
ANNE: I speak up all the time. You’re not listening, that’s all. (Her eye begins fluttering uncontrollably)
BRIDGET: Nice try, Anne, but you know that’s not true. (to Irene) Her right eye flutters when she tells a lie. It gives her away every time.
MARY: The poor thing is condemned to speaking only the truth.
BRIDGET: And the truth is you’re the quiet one, Anne. Get over it.
ANNE: But I just heard you say that we can choose a husband.
BRIDGET: She did. She used the word “choose.” I heard it too!
IRENE: You heard me say I will “help” you choose. And I will. The fact is, if you all do exactly as I say everything will work out fine. Ah, when I was a young woman in Ireland, there was no one more skilled than myself at matchmaking. The meek, the mild, the woolly and the wild. I could find a match.
BRIDGET: Why didn’t you find a match for yourself then?
IRENE: I could never find one good enough! Besides, I chose a life in service to your mother and father and to you three, and David, of course. And I don’t regret it one little bit. But you three are not meant for service, you are meant to marry and marry well.
BRIDGET: If we can find someone. Slim pickings here in Placentia.
IRENE: Well, sometimes men can be shy about declaring their feelings, but these things have a way of working themselves out over time.
BRIDGET: According to Father, time is something we don’t have a lot of.
IRENE: The whispering trick. Back home in Ireland, there was an old woman who lived all alone in a little shack on a pinch outside the village. We all thought she was a witch. Well, I got to know her a little bit, you know, and she wasn’t as bad as everyone thought. In fact, she was quite kind and very knowledgeable about all sorts of things. She helped me make my first loaf of bread. Risen perfectly, golden brown, little raisins poking up out of the crust just so, the smell alone
BRIDGET: Irene! Get on with it.
IRENE: Oh, right. Anyway, one day she told me that if I ever wanted to get a man all I had to do was get him alone and whisper complete gobbledygook in his ear … like this: psssst, psssst, psssst, pssssst, gobbledy, gobbledy, gibbledy, gabbledy… and he’d drop down on one knee straightaway ask me to marry him.
BRIDGET: Why on earth would he do that?
IRENE: Now, girls, lunch at noon, on the nose. Don’t be late. And behave yourselves in the meantime. I’d best go see if your father needs anything. You girls have put that poor man through his paces this morning. (Out she goes.)
BRIDGET: Well, well, well, have you ever heard such malarky in all your life? The whispering trick. Where does Irene come up with this nonsense?
ANNE: And what do you make of Father threatening to go down to the beach to round up a few fish workers to marry us?
BRIDGET: He’s joking, Anne. At least, I think he’s joking. In any case, between the two of them we’re doomed.
MARY: We are doomed unless one of us gets married by the fall. At least that will buy some time for the other two. Who knows, with one married off, maybe he’ll ease off the notion for a while.
BRIDGET: We need a sacrificial lamb. Which of us will that be, I wonder?
ANNE: What are you looking at me for?
BRIDGET: (officious, lawyerly) So, Anne, what’s this you say about marrying someone of your own choosing. I don’t suppose you’ve actually found someone you fancy right here in Placentia, have you?
ANNE: Of course, I haven’t. Don’t be silly.
BRIDGET: Mary, check the right eye.
MARY: (inspecting the eye) The right eyelid is gone cracked.
BRIDGET: Don’t lie to us, Anne. We’re your sisters. Maybe we can help you attain the object of your desires.
ANNE: Object of my desires? I don’t know if that’s what I’d call him.
BRIDGET: Aha! So there is someone! Tell us who it is Anne, and don’t bother lying.
ANNE: (shyly) Well, I’m hardly smitten. But I do like him … just a little bit … that’s all (the eyelid flutters madly).
BRIDGET: Oh come on, Anne. Admit it. You should be happy you’ve fallen in love.