<h2><SPAN name="ACT_I" id="ACT_I"></SPAN>ACT I</h2>
<p> </p>
<p class="center"><span class="big">SCENE ONE</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Alice’s</span> <i>home.</i> <span class="smcap">Lewis Carroll</span> <i>is discovered, playing chess.
Golden-haired</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span>, <i>in a little blue dress, a black kitten in her arms,
stands watching him.</i></p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s a funny game, uncle. What did you do then?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">A red pawn took a white pawn; this way. You see, Alice, the chessboard is
divided into sixty-four squares, red and white, and the white army tries
to win and the red army tries to win. It’s like a battle!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">With soldiers?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">Yes, here are the Kings and Queens they are fighting for. That’s the Red
Queen and here’s the White Queen.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">How funny they look!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">See the crowns on their heads, and look at their big feet.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s a foot apiece, that’s what it is! Do they hump along like this?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">Here! You’re spoiling the game. I must keep them all in their right
squares.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I want to be a queen!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">Here <i>you</i> are [<i>he points to a small white pawn</i>] here <i>you</i> are in your
little stiff skirt!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">How do you do, Alice!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">And now you are going to move here.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Let me move myself.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">When you have traveled all along the board this way and haven’t been taken
by the enemy you may be a queen.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why do people always play with kings and queens? Mother has them in her
playing cards too. Look!</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>goes to the mantel and takes a pack of playing cards from the
ledge.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Here’s the King of Hearts and here’s his wife; she’s the Queen of
Hearts—isn’t she cross-looking? wants to bite one’s head off.</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Carroll</span> <i>moves a pawn.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">You’re playing against yourself, aren’t you?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s one way of keeping in practice, Alice; I have friends in the
university who want to beat me.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">But if you play against yourself I should think you’d want to cheat!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">Does a nice little girl like you cheat when she plays against herself?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh! I <i>never</i> do! I’d scold myself hard. I always pretend I’m <i>two</i> people
too. It’s lots of fun, isn’t it? Sometimes when I’m all alone I walk up to
the looking glass and talk to the other Alice. She’s so silly, that Alice;
she can’t do anything by herself. She just mocks me all the time. When I
laugh, she laughs, when I point my finger at her, she points her finger at
me, and when I stick my tongue out at her she sticks her tongue out at me!
Kitty has a twin too, haven’t you darling?</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>goes to the mirror to show Kitty her twin.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’ll have to write a book some day about Alice—Alice in wonderland,
“Child of the pure unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder!” or, Alice
through the looking glass!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Don’t you wish sometimes you could go into looking-glass house? See!</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>stands on an armchair and looks into the mirror.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">There’s the room you can see through the glass; it’s just the same as our
living-room here, only the things go the other way. I can see all of
it—all but the bit just behind the fireplace. Oh! I do wish I could see
that bit! I want so much to know if they’ve a fire there. You never <i>can</i>
tell, you know, unless our fire smokes. Then smoke comes up in that room
too—but that may be just to make it look as if they had a fire—just to
pretend they had. The books are something like our books,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</SPAN></span> only the words
go the wrong way. Won’t there ever be any way of our getting through,
uncle?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">Do you think Kitty would find looking-glass milk digestible?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It doesn’t sound awful good, does it; but I might leave her at home. She’s
been into an awful lot of mischief today. She found sister’s knitting and
chased the ball all over the garden where sister was playing croquet with
the neighbors. And I ran and ran after the naughty little thing until I
was all out of breath and so tired! I am tired.</p>
<p>[<i>She yawns and makes herself comfortable in the armchair.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p>[<i>Replaces the playing cards on the mantel and consults his watch.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Take a nap. Yes, you have time before tea.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p>[<i>Half asleep.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">We’re going to have mock turtle soup for supper! I heard mamma tell the
cook not to pepper it too much.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Carroll</span></p>
<p class="dent">What a funny little rabbit it is, nibbling all the time!</p>
<p>[<i>He leans gently over the back of her chair, and seeing<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</SPAN></span> that she is
going to sleep puts out the lamp light and leaves the room. A red glow
from the fireplace illumines</i> <span class="smcap">Alice.</span>]</p>
<p>[<i>Dream music. A bluish light reveals the</i> <span class="smcap">Red Chess Queen</span> <i>and the</i> <span class="smcap">White
Chess Queen</span> <i>in the mirror.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p>[<i>Points to</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>and says in a mysterious voice.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">There she is, let’s call her over.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Do you think she’ll come?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’ll call softly, Alice!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Hist, Alice.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Alice!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Hush—if she wakes and catches us—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Both Queens</span></p>
<p class="dent">Alice, come through into looking-glass house!</p>
<p>[<i>Their hands beckon her.</i>]</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p>[<i>Rises, and talks sleepily. The Queens disappear.</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>climbs from the
arm of the chair to the back of another and so on up to the mantel ledge,
where she picks her way daintily between the vases.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">I—don’t—know—how—I—can—get—through. I’ve tried—before—but the
glass was hard—and I was afraid of cutting—my fingers—</p>
<p>[<i>She feels the glass and is amazed to find it like gauze.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Why, it’s soft like gauze; it’s turning into a sort of mist; why, it’s
easy to get through! <i>Why—why</i>—I’m going <i>through</i>!</p>
<p>[<i>She disappears.</i>]</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p class="center"><span class="big">SCENE TWO</span></p>
<p>[<i>Is Scene One, reversed. The portieres are black and red squares like a
chessboard. A soft radiance follows the characters mysteriously. As the
curtain rises</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>comes through the looking glass; steps down, looks
about in wonderment and goes to see if there is a “fire.” The</i> <span class="smcap">Red Queen</span>
<i>rises out of the grate and faces her haughtily.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why, you’re the Red Queen!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course I am! Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up,
speak nicely, and don’t twiddle your fingers!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I only wanted to see what the looking glass was like. Perhaps I’ve lost my
way.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I don’t know what you mean by your way; all the ways about here belong to
<i>me</i>. Curtsey while you’re thinking what to say. It saves time.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’ll try it when I go home; the next time I’m a little late for dinner.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s time for you to answer now; open your mouth a <i>little</i> wider when you
speak, and always say, “Your Majesty.” I suppose you don’t want to lose
your name?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">No, indeed.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">And yet I don’t know, only think how convenient it would be if you could
manage to go home without it! For instance, if the governess wanted to
call you to your lessons, she would call out “come here,” and there she
would have to leave off, because there wouldn’t be any name for her to
call, and of course you wouldn’t have to go, you know.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">That would never do, I’m sure; the governess would never think of excusing
me from lessons for that. If she couldn’t remember my name, she’d call me
“Miss,” as the servants do.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well, if she said “Miss,” and didn’t say anything more, of course you’d
miss your lessons. I dare say you can’t even read this book.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s all in some language I don’t know. Why, it’s a looking-glass book, of
course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right
way again.</p>
<p class="poem"><span style="margin-left: 4em;"><span class="smcap">Jabberwocky</span></span><br/>
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;</span><br/>
All mimsy were the borogoves,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the mome raths outgrabe.</span></p>
<p class="dent">It seems very pretty, but it’s <i>rather</i> hard to understand; somehow it
seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don’t exactly know what they are.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I daresay you don’t know your geography either. Look at the map!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</SPAN></span>[<i>She takes a right angle course to the portieres and points to them with
her sceptre.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s marked out just like a big chessboard. I wouldn’t mind being a pawn,
though of course I should like to be a Red Queen best.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s easily managed. When you get to the eighth square you’ll be a
Queen. It’s a huge game of chess that’s being played—all over the world.
Come on, we’ve got to run. Faster, don’t try to talk.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I can’t.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Faster, faster.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Are we nearly there?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Nearly there! Why, we passed it ten minutes ago. Faster. You may rest a
little now.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why, I do believe we’re in the same place. Everything’s just as it was.</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/img05.jpg" alt="" /></div>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course it is, what would you have it?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well, in our country you’d generally get to somewhere else—if you ran
very fast for a long time as we’ve been doing.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">A slow sort of country. Now <i>here</i> you see, it takes all the running <i>you</i>
can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you
must run at least twice as fast as that.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’d rather not try, please! I’m quite content to stay here—only I <i>am</i> so
hot and thirsty.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I know what you’d like.</p>
<p>[<i>She takes a little box out of her pocket.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Have a biscuit?</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Alice</span>, <i>not liking to refuse, curtseys as she takes the biscuit and
chokes.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">While you’re refreshing yourself, I’ll just take the measurements.</p>
<p>[<i>She takes a ribbon out of her pocket and measures the map with it.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">At the end of two yards I shall give you your directions—have another
biscuit?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">No thank you, one’s <i>quite</i> enough.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Thirst quenched, I hope? At the end of three yards I shall repeat
them—for fear of your forgetting them. At the end of <i>four</i>, I shall say
good-bye. And at the end of five, I shall go! That Square belongs to
Humpty Dumpty and that Square to the Gryphon and Mock Turtle and that
Square to the Queen of Hearts. But you make no remark?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I—I didn’t know I had to make one—just then.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Red Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">You <i>should</i> have said, “It’s extremely kind of you to tell me all this,”
however, we’ll suppose it said. Four! Good-bye! Five!</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Red Queen</span> <i>vanishes in a gust of wind behind the portieres. Rabbit
music.</i> <span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span> <i>comes out of the fireplace and walks about the room
hurriedly. He wears a checked coat, carries white kid gloves in one hand,
a fan in the other and takes out his watch to look at it anxiously.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh the Duchess! the Duchess! Oh! won’t she be savage if I’ve kept her
waiting!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’ve never seen a rabbit with a waistcoat and a watch! And a waistcoat
pocket! If you please, sir—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh!</p>
<p>[<i>He drops fan and gloves in fright and dashes out by way of the portieres
in a gust of wind.</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>picks up the fan and playfully puts on the
gloves. The portieres flap in the breeze and a shawl flies in.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p>[<i>Catches the shawl and looks about for the owner; then meets the</i> <span class="smcap">White
Queen.</span>]</p>
<p class="dent">I’m very glad I happened to be in the way.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p>[<i>Runs in wildly, both arms stretched out wide as if she were flying, and
cries in a helpless frightened way.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Am I addressing the White Queen?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing. It isn’t my notion of the thing,
at all.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">If your Majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I’ll do it as
well as I can.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">But I don’t want it done at all. I’ve been a-dressing myself for the last
two hours.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Every single thing’s crooked, and you’re all over pins; may I put your
shawl straight for you?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I don’t know what’s the matter with it! It’s out of temper. I’ve pinned it
here, and I’ve pinned it there, but there’s no pleasing it.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It <i>can’t</i> go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side, and dear
me, what a state your hair is in!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">The brush has got entangled in it! And I lost the comb yesterday.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p>[<i>Takes out the brush and arranges the</i> <span class="smcap">Queen’s</span> <i>hair.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">You look better now! But really you should have a lady’s maid!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’m sure I’ll take you with pleasure. Two pence a week and jam every other day.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p>[<i>Who cannot help laughing.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">I don’t want you to hire me—and I don’t care for jam.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s very good jam.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well, I don’t want any today, at any rate.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">You couldn’t have it if you <i>did</i> want it. The rule is, jam tomorrow and
jam yesterday—but never jam today.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It must come sometimes to “jam today.”</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">No, it can’t, it’s jam every <i>other</i> day; today isn’t any <i>other</i> day, you
know.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I don’t understand you, it’s dreadfully confusing!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s the effect of living backwards, it always makes one a little giddy
at first—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Living backwards! I never heard of such a thing!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">But there’s one great advantage in it—that one’s memory works both ways.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’m sure <i>mine</i> only works one way. I can’t remember things before they
happen.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What sort of things do you remember best?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh, things that happened the week after next. For instance now:</p>
<p>[<i>She sticks a large piece of plaster on her finger.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">There’s the King’s messenger—he’s in prison being punished; and the trial
doesn’t even begin till next Wednesday; and of course the crime comes last
of all.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Suppose he never commits the crime?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p>[<i>Binding the plaster with ribbon.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course it would be all the better, but it wouldn’t be all the better
his being punished.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">You’re wrong <i>there</i>, at any rate; were <i>you</i> ever punished?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Only for faults.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">And you were all the better for it, I know!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Yes, but then I <i>had</i> done the things I was punished for; that makes all
the difference.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">But if you hadn’t done them that would have been better still; better and
better and better!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">There’s a mistake somewhere—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p>[<i>Screams like an engine whistle, and shakes her hand.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Oh, Oh, Oh! My finger’s bleeding. Oh, Oh, Oh!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What <i>is</i> the matter? Have you pricked your finger?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">I haven’t pricked it yet—but I soon shall—Oh, Oh, Oh!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">When do you expect to do it?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">When I fasten my shawl again; the brooch will come undone directly. Oh, Oh!</p>
<p>[<i>Brooch flies open and she clutches it wildly.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Take care! you’re holding it all crooked!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p>[<i>Pricks her finger and smiles.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">That accounts for the bleeding, you see; now you understand the way things
happen here.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">But why don’t you scream now?</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/img06.jpg" alt="" /></div>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why, I’ve done all the screaming already. What would be the good of having
it all over again? Oh! it’s time to run if you want to stay in the same
place! Come on!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">No, no! Not so fast! I’m getting dizzy!!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Queen</span></p>
<p class="dent">Faster, faster!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Everything’s black before my eyes!</p>
<p>[<i>There is music, and the sound of rushing wind, and in the darkness the</i>
<span class="smcap">White Queen</span> <i>cries: “Faster, faster”;</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>gasps: “I can’t—please
stop”; and the</i> <span class="smcap">Queen</span> <i>replies: “Then you can’t stay in the same place.
I’ll have to drop you behind. Faster—faster, good-bye.”</i>]</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p class="center"><span class="big">SCENE THREE</span></p>
<p><i>When the curtain rises one sees nothing but odd black lanterns with
orange lights, hanging, presumably, from the sky. The scene lights up
slowly revealing</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>seated on two large cushions. She has been
“dropped behind” by the</i> <span class="smcap">White Queen</span> <i>and is dazed to find herself in a
strange hall with many peculiar doors and knobs too high to reach.</i></p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh! my head! Where am I? Oh dear, Oh dear!</p>
<p>[<i>She staggers up and to her amazement finds herself smaller than the
table.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</SPAN></span> I’ve never been smaller than any
table before! I’ve always been able to reach the knobs! What a curious feeling. Oh! I’m shrinking. It’s
the fan—the gloves!</p>
<p>[<i>She throws them away, feels her head and measures herself against table
and doors.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Oh! saved in time! But I never—never—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh! my fan and gloves! Where <i>are</i> my—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh! Mr. Rabbit—please help me out—I want to go home—I want to go home—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh! the Duchess! Oh! my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure
as ferrets are ferrets! Oh! <i>you</i> have them!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’m sorry—you dropped them, you know—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p>[<i>Picks up fan and gloves and patters off.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">She’ll chop off your head!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">If you please sir—where am I?—won’t you please—tell me how to get
out—I want to get out—</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p>[<i>Looking at his watch.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Oh! my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting.</p>
<p>[<i>A trap door gives way and</i> <span class="smcap">Rabbit</span> <i>disappears.</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>dashes after only
in time to have the trap door bang in her face.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p>[<i>Amazed.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">It’s a rabbit-hole—I’m small enough to fit it too! If I shrink any more
it might end in my going out altogether like a candle. I wonder what I
would be like then! What does the flame of a candle look like after the
candle is blown out? I’ve never seen such a thing!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p>[<i>Sits on the wall.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Don’t stand chattering to yourself like that, but tell me your name and
your business.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">My <i>name</i> is Alice, but—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s a stupid name enough, what does it mean?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent"><i>Must</i> a name mean something?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course it must; <i>my</i> name means the shape I am—and a good, handsome
shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">You’re Humpty Dumpty! Just like an egg.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s <i>very</i> provoking, to be called an egg—<i>very</i>.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I said you <i>looked</i> like an egg, Sir, and some eggs are very pretty, you
know.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Some people have no more sense than a baby.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why do you sit here all alone?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why, because there’s nobody with me. Did you think I didn’t know the
answer to <i>that</i>? Ask another.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Don’t you think you’d be safer down on the ground? That wall’s so very
narrow.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">What tremendously easy riddles you ask! Of course I don’t think so. Take a
good look at me! I’m one that has spoken to a king, I am; to show you I’m
not proud, you may shake hands with me!</p>
<p>[<i>He leans forward to offer</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>his hand but she is too small to reach
it.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">However, this conversation is going on a little too fast; let’s go back to
the last remark but one.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’m afraid I can’t remember it.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">In that case we start fresh, and it’s my turn to choose a subject.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">You talk about it just as if it were a game.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">So here’s a question for you. How old did you say you were?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Seven years and six months.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Wrong! You never said a word about it. Now if you’d asked <i>my</i> advice, I’d
have said, “Leave off at seven—but—”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I never ask advice about growing.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Too proud?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What a beautiful belt you’ve got on. At least, a beautiful cravat, I
should have said—no, a belt, I mean—I beg your pardon. If only I knew
which was neck and which was waist.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">It is a—<i>most—provoking</i>—thing, when a person doesn’t know a cravat
from a belt.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I know it’s very ignorant of me.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. There’s glory for
you.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I don’t know what you mean by “glory.”</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more
nor less.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">The question is, whether you <i>can</i> make words mean different things.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">The question is, which is to be master—that’s all. Impenetrability!
That’s what I say!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Would you tell me, please, what that means?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">I meant by “impenetrability” that we’ve had enough of that subject, and it
would be just as well if you’d mention what you mean to do next, as I
suppose you don’t mean to stop here all the rest of your life.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s a great deal to make one word mean.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">When I make a word do a lot of work like that I always pay it extra.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Ah, you should see ’em come round me of a Saturday night, for to get their
wages, you know. That’s all—Good-bye.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Good-bye till we meet again.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">I shouldn’t know you again, if we <i>did</i> meet, you’re so exactly like other
people.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">The face is what one goes by, generally.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s just what I complain of. Your face is the same as everybody
has—the two eyes—so—nose in the middle, mouth under. It’s always the
same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for
instance—or the mouth at the top—that would be <i>some</i> help.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It wouldn’t look nice.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span></p>
<p class="dent">Wait till you’ve tried! Good-bye.</p>
<p>[<i>He disappears as he came.</i>]</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh! I forgot to ask him how to—</p>
<p>[<i>She tries to open the doors. They are all locked; she begins to weep.
She walks weeping to a high glass table and sits down on its lower ledge.
She sits on a big golden key and picks it up in surprise. She tries it on
all the doors but it does not fit. She weeps and weeps—and Wonderland
grows dark to her in her despair. In the darkness she cries, “Oh! I’m
slipping! Oh, Oh! it’s a lake; Oh! my tears! I’m floating!” A mysterious
light shows a “Drink me” sign around a bottle on the top of the table.</i>
<span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>floats up to it panting, and holding on to the edge of the table
takes up the bottle.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It isn’t marked poison.</p>
<p>[<i>She sips at it.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">This is good! Tastes like cherry tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey,
toffy and hot buttered toast—all together. Oh! Oh! I’m letting out like a
telescope.</p>
<p>[<i>A mysterious light shows her lengthening out.</i>]</p>
<p>[<i>Music.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">But the lake is rising too. Oh! Oh! it’s deep! I’m drowning. Help, help,
I’m drowning, I’m drowning in my tears!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Hjckrrh. Hjckrrh!</p>
<p>[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Gryphon</span>, <i>a huge green creature with big glittering wings, appears
where</i> <span class="smcap">Humpty Dumpty</span> <i>had been and reaches glittering claws over to grab
and save</i> <span class="smcap">Alice.</span>]</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span></p>
<p class="center"><span class="big">SCENE FOUR</span></p>
<p><i>Is symbolic of a wet and rocky shore in a weird green light. The</i> <span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span> <i>is weeping dismally.</i></p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Hjckrrh. Hjckrrh. Hjckrrh.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p>[<i>Answers with his weeping.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p>[<i>Drags</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>in.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Drop your tears into the sea with his.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">He sobs as if he had a bone in his throat. He sighs as if his heart would
break. What is his sorrow?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh, Gryphon, it’s terrible!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">It’s all his fancy that. Mock Turtle hasn’t got no sorrow. This here young
lady, she wants for to know your history, she do.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’ll tell it her. Sit down both of you, and don’t speak a word till I’ve
finished.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I don’t see how you can <i>ever</i> finish, if you don’t begin.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Once, I was a real Turtle.</p>
<p>[<i>A long silence is broken only by the exclamations, “Hjckrrh,” of the</i>
<span class="smcap">Gryphon</span> <i>and the heavy sobbing of the</i> <span class="smcap">Mock Turtle.</span>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">When we were little, we went to school in the sea. The master was an old
Turtle—we used to call him tortoise—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn’t one?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">We called him Tortoise because he taught us; really you are very dull.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question.
Drive on, old fellow! Don’t be all day about it!</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Yes, we went to school in the sea, tho’ you mayn’t believe it—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I never said I didn’t.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">You did.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Hold your tongue!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">We had the best of educations—in fact, we went to school every day.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I’ve been to a day school too; you needn’t be so proud as all that.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">With extras?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Yes, we learned French and music.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">And washing?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Certainly not!</p>
<p> </p>
<div class="figcenter"><ANTIMG src="images/img07.jpg" alt="" /></div>
<p> </p>
<p><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Ah! Then yours wasn’t a really good school. Now at <i>ours</i> they had at the
end of the bill, French, music, <i>and washing</i>—extra.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">You couldn’t have wanted it much; living at the bottom of the sea.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">I couldn’t afford to learn it, I only took the regular course.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What was that?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Reeling and writhing, of course, to begin with, and then the different
branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I never heard of Uglification. What is it?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Never heard of uglifying! You know what to beautify is, I suppose?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Yes, it means—to—make—anything—prettier.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well then, if you don’t know what to uglify is, you <i>are</i> a simpleton.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What else had you to learn?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well, there was Mystery; Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography,
then Drawling—the Drawling-master was an old conger eel, that used to
come once a week; what <i>he</i> taught us was Drawling, Stretching, and
Fainting in Coils.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What was <i>that</i> like?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Well, I can’t show it you, myself. I’m too stiff. And the Gryphon never learned it.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Hadn’t time; I went to the Classical master, though. He was an old crab, <i>he</i> was.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">I never went to him; he taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">So he did, so he did.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">And how many hours a day did you do lessons?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Ten hours the first day, nine the next, and so on.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">What a curious plan!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s the reason they’re called lessons, because they lessen from day to day.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Then the eleventh day must have been a holiday?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course it was.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">And how did you manage on the twelfth?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">That’s enough about lessons, tell her something about the games now.</p>
<p>[<span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span> <i>sighs deeply, draws back of one flapper across his eyes. He
looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>and tries to speak but sobs choke his voice.</i>]</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p>[<i>Punching him in the back.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Same as if he had a bone in his throat.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p>[<i>With tears running down his cheeks.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">You may not have lived much under the sea—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I haven’t.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">And perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I once tasted—no, never!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">So you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">No, indeed. What sort of a dance is it?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why, you first form into a line along the seashore.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Two lines; seals, turtles, salmon, and so on; then, when you’ve cleared
all the jellyfish out of the way—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent"><i>That</i> generally takes some time.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">You advance twice—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Each with a lobster as a partner.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course, advance twice, set to partners.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Change lobsters, and retire in same order.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Then you know, you throw the—</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">The lobsters!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">As far out to sea as you can—</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Swim after them!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Turn a somersault in the sea.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Change lobsters again!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Back to land again, and—that’s all the first figure.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">It must be a very pretty dance.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Would you like to see a little of it?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Very much indeed.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Come, let’s try the first figure. We can do it without lobsters, you know;
which shall sing?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh, <i>you</i> sing, I’ve forgotten the words.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span>[<i>Creatures solemnly dance round
and round</i> <span class="smcap">Alice,</span> <i>treading on her toes,
waving fore-paws to mark time while</i> <span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span> <i>sings.</i>]</p>
<p class="poem"><span style="margin-left: 8em;">First Verse</span><br/>
“Will you walk a little faster!” said a whiting to a snail,<br/>
“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.<br/>
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!<br/>
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?<br/>
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?<br/>
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?<br/>
<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 8em;">Second Verse</span><br/>
“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be<br/>
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!”<br/>
But the snail replied, “Too far, too far!” and gave a look askance—<br/>
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.<br/>
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.<br/>
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span>[<i>The creatures dance against</i>
<span class="smcap">Alice</span>, <i>pushing her back and forth between
them. She protests and finally escapes; they bump against each other.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Thank you; it’s a very interesting dance to watch, and I do so like that
curious song about the whiting.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh, as to the whiting, they—you’ve seen them, of course?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Yes, I’ve often seen them at din—</p>
<p>[<i>Checks herself hastily.</i>]</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">I don’t know where Din may be, but if you’ve seen them so often, of course
you know what they’re like.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I believe so, they have their tails in their mouths—and they’re all over crumbs.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">You’re wrong about the crumbs, crumbs would all wash off in the sea. But
they <i>have</i> their tails in their mouths; and the reason is—</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span>[<span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span> <i>yawns and shuts his eyes.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Tell her about the reason and all that.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">The reason is, that they <i>would</i> go with the lobsters to the dance. So
they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall a long way. So they got
their tails fast in their mouths. So they couldn’t get them out again.
That’s all.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Thank you, it’s very interesting. I never knew so much about a whiting
before.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">I can tell you more than that, if you like. Do you know why it’s called a whiting?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">I never thought about it. Why?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent"><i>It does the boots and shoes.</i></p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Does the boots and shoes!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Why, what are <i>your</i> shoes done with? I mean, what makes them so shiny?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">They’re done with blacking, I believe.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Boots and shoes under the sea, are done with whiting. Now you know.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">And what are they made of?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Soles and eels, of course; any shrimp could have told you that.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">If I’d been the whiting, I’d have said to the porpoise, “Keep back,
please; we don’t want <i>you</i> with us.”</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">They were obliged to have him with them, no wise fish would go anywhere
without a porpoise.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Wouldn’t it really?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">Of course not; why if a fish came to me and told me he was going a
journey, I should say, “With what porpoise?”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Don’t you mean purpose?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">I mean what I say.</p>
<p> </p>
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<p> </p>
<p><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille? Or would you like
the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">Alice</span></p>
<p class="dent">Oh, a song please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">Um! No accounting for tastes! Sing her “Turtle Soup,” will you, old
fellow?</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p>[<i>Sighs deeply and sometimes choked with sobs, sings.</i>]</p>
<p class="poem">“Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,<br/>
Waiting in a hot tureen!<br/>
Who for such dainties would not stoop?<br/>
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!<br/>
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!<br/>
Beau—ootiful Soo—op,<br/>
Beau—ootiful Soo—oop,<br/>
Soo—oop of the e-e-evening,<br/>
Beautiful, beautiful Soup.”</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p>[<i>Enters, stretching out a red and white checked sash with which he
separates</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>from the creatures.</i>]</p>
<p class="dent">Check!</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span></p>
<p class="dent">They won’t let her stay in our square.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span><br/><span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span></p>
<p class="dent">The Queen is coming this way.</p>
<p><br/><span class="smcap">Gryphon</span></p>
<p class="dent">She’ll chop our heads off. Come on, come on, let’s fly!</p>
<p>[<i>The</i> <span class="smcap">Mock Turtle</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Gryphon</span> <i>grab</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>and fly into the air.</i>]</p>
<p class="center"><br/>CURTAIN</p>
<p>[<i>The Curtain rises to reveal small silhouettes of the</i> <span class="smcap">Gryphon</span>, <span class="smcap">Mock
Turtle</span>, <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Alice</span> <i>in an orange-colored moon far away in the sky. Down
below the</i> <span class="smcap">White Rabbit</span> <i>is shouting to them, “You’ll be safe in the March
Hare’s garden.”</i>]</p>
<p class="center">CURTAIN</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span></p>
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