Pride &
Prejudice
In Three Acts
By Jane Austen
Adaptation by Naomi Eaton
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SIXTEEN SETS:
1) Act 1: Scene 1, 4, and scene 11, and ACT 2, scene 9, scene 11, and Act 3, scene 5, 6,7
,9
In the Drawing Room at Longbourn,
2) Act 1: Scene 2
At the Meryton HALL assembly: People dancing
3) Act 1: Scene 3, and 7, and 10
At the breakfast table at Longbourn.
4) Act 1: Scene 5, and 6
At Netherfield, in the drawing room:
5) Act 1: Scene 8
The Miss Bennet’s are walking through Meryton Village.
6) Act 1: Scene 9
The Netherfield Ball Room: extravagant and much more decorated than the Meryton assembly.
7) Act 2: Scene 1
We see Mrs. Collins sitting in the Hunsford Drawing (but let’s make it the parlour!) room.
8) Act 2: Scene 2
At Rosings. The house is grand, but it is cold and uninviting.
9) Act 2: Scene 3
Dining room at Rosings.
10) Act 2: Scene 4
In the grand drawing room at Rosings.
11) Act 2: Scene 5, and scene 7, and Act 3, scene 4
In the parlour at the Collins’ Hunsford house.
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12) Act 2: Scene 6, and scene 8
Elizabeth is walking in the Collins’ Garden,
13) Act 2: Scene 10, Act 3 scene 7
The Garden near Bennet’s Longbourn:
14) Act 3: Scene 1
GRAND Front entrance to Darcy’s Pemberley:
15) Act 3: Scene 2
Drawing room at Pemberley
16) Act 3: Scene 9
Mr. Bennet’s Library:
Thirty Speaking Roles (arranged by relationship):
1) Mr.Benett (mild, educated, jovial)
2) Mrs. Bennet (irritable, flustered, controlling)
3) Jane at 22 (beautiful, reserved, kindly, good)
4) Elizabeth at 20 (attractive, intelligent, mature(s))
5) Mary (plainest, book-worm, pedantic, conceited)
6) Kitty at 16 (vacuous, irritable)
7) Lydia at 15 (flirtatious, naive, headstrong, reckless)
8) Mrs Hill (their unctuous servant, quite involved in family)
9) Mr. Gardiner (Uncle to Elizabeth)
10) Mrs. Gardiner (Aunt to Elizabeth)
11) Charlotte Lucas (friend to Elizabeth. Marries Mr.Collins))
12) Maria Lucas (Charlotte’s sister)
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13) Lady Lucas (Charlotte’s mother)
14) Sir William Lucas (father)
15) Mr. Darcy at 28 (for Elizabeth)tall and handsome and intelligent and diffident
16) Georgiana Darcy at 16 (Mr.Darcy’s sister) plays piano
17) Mrs Reynolds (servant to Darcy at Pemberley Manor)
18) Mr. Wickham at 27 (for Lydia) dashing, charming, conniving, dishonourable
19) Denny (for Kitty) harmless, friendly
20) Mr. Bingley at 24 (for Jane) handsome, agreeable, shy
21) Caroline Bingley at 22(sister to Mr. Bingley, but snooty, wants Darcy)
22) Louisa Hurst at 22 (friend to Caroline, also snooty)
23) Mr. Hurst of Netherfield
24) Mrs. Gossip Hurst
25) Netherfield servant
26) Rev. Collins at 30 (for Charlotte)narrow-minded, sycophantic, flattering)
27) Lady Catherine de Bourgh!
28) Miss Anne de Bourgh (Lady Catherine’s daughter)
29) Mrs Jenkins (attendant to Lady Catherine and Anne)
30) Colonel Fitzwilliam (jovial friend, counterpart to Lady Catherine)
31) Lords
32) and boys
33) Ladies
34) and girls
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Act 1: Scene 1
In the Drawing Room at Longbourn, Mr. Bennet sitting in his chair reading a book, Mrs. Bennet
rushes in.
Mrs. Bennet: My dear Mr. Bennet, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?
Mr. Bennet: I have not.
Mrs. Bennet: Well, do you not want to know who has taken it!?
Mr. Bennet: I know you wish to tell me, so I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Mrs. Bennet: My dear, you must know. Netherfield has been taken by a young man of four or
five thousand a year.
Mr. Bennet: What is his name?
Mrs. Bennet: Bingley.
Mr. Bennet: Is he married or single?
Mrs. Bennet: Single of course! What a fine thing for our girls!
Mr. Bennet: How can that affect them?
Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bennet, how can you be so tiresome. You know that he must marry one of
them!
Mr. Bennet: Is that his intention of settling here?
Mrs. Bennet: How can you talk such nonsense! You must go and visit him!
Mr. Bennet: I see no purpose in visiting Mr. Bingley, though you and the girls may go if you
wish.
Mrs. Bennet: But my dear you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.
You quite delight in troubling me, Mr. Bennet, and take no compassion on my poor nerves.
Mr. Bennet: You are mistaken my dear. I have the highest respect for your nerves. For they have
been my constant companion these past twenty years.
Mrs. Bennet: You do not know what I suffer.
Mr. Bennet: I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand a year,
come to our neighbourhood.
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Mrs. Bennet: It would not matter; if twenty came you would not visit any of them.
Jane and Elizabeth walk calmly into the room, Elizabeth carrying book, Jane carrying
needlepoint. Mary comes in reading a book. Kitty and Lydia bounce in, gossiping and playing
with ribbons. Mary sits alone. Kitty and Lydia sit also, fiddling with ribbons and gossiping. Jane
sits by Elizabeth and begins needlepoint, occasionally reprimanding Lydia and Kitty.
Mr. Bennet: I hope Mr. Bingley likes silly women, because this house seems to be full of them.
Mrs. Bennet: We shall never know what Mr. Bingley likes, since we are not to visit him.
Elizabeth: Do not forget Mamma, we are to meet Mr. Bingley at the Assemblies, and Mrs. Long
has promised to introduce us.
Mrs. Bennet: Ah! And the assembly is tomorrow fortnight and Mrs. Long will not be back till the
day after, so it is not possible for her to introduce him to us, for she shall not know him.
Mr. Bennet: Then, my dear, you shall have the advantage and introduce Mr. Bingley to her.
Mrs. Bennet: Nonsense, nonsense!
Mr. Bennet: What say you Mary? For you are a young lady of deep intellect I know, and have
read many a great books. Do not you agree with me?
Mary pauses, trying to think of something intellectual to say, but can’t.
Mr. Bennet: While Mary gathers her thoughts, let us return to Mr. Bingley.
Mrs. Bennet: I am sick of Mr. Bingley!
Mr. Bennet: I am sorry to hear that, for I would not have called on him earlier this morning.
A great pause, with an air of astonishment from the ladies, followed by cries of joy and
excitement. With many “thank you papa’s”.
Mrs. Bennet: I knew I could persuade you at last! I was sure you loved your girls too well to
ignore such a man. What an excellent father you have girls!
All around laughter and cries of joy and happiness.
Act 1: Scene 2
At the Meryton assembly: People dancing and conversing. Enter Mr. Bingley, His sisters
Caroline and Louisa and Louisa’s husband Mr. Hurst. Last to enter is Mr. Darcy; he gives an
air of superiority and controls the entire room. Whispers circulate the room.
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Mrs. Gossip: I hear his fortune consists of ten thousand a year and he owns half of Derbyshire!
Lady Lucas: Is that so?
Mrs. Bennet: Indeed it is. Do you not find him the most handsome man in the world?
Lady Lucas: Yes I dare say. I must introduce my daughter to him.
Sir William Lucas leads them through crowd, introducing them. Bingley greets everyone with a
warm friendly manner. Caroline and Louisa answer a little more coldly. Mr. Hurst grunts. But
Mr. Darcy gives very cold, insincere bows, and hardly speaks to anyone at all. Sir William
gathers his daughter and the Bennets for an audience with Mr. Bingley and his party.
Sir William Lucas: Mr. Bingley, my daughter Charlotte you know? May I introduce Mrs.
Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Mary, Miss Catherine, Miss Lydia, and Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
Each one bows to one another.
Mrs. Bennet: How very nice to meet you.
Sir William Lucas: And may I introduce to you Mr. Darcy of Pemberley, in Derbyshire.
Bows again. Mr. Darcy, Caroline, Louisa and Mr. Hurst move away.
Mr. Bingley: Might I inquire as to a dance with Miss Jane Bennet?
Mrs. Bennet: Of course! Jane would love to! Answering before Jane can.
Jane: I would be delighted. Places her hand in Mr. Bingley’s (Instant love between Bingley and
Jane)
(A quick dance) Elizabeth sits down and converses with friends for she was not asked to dance.
Jane bows to her partner then disperses, Bingley moves towards Darcy.
Mr. Bingley: Come Darcy, I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in
this stupid manner. You had better much dance.
Mr. Darcy: I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it.
Mr. Bingley: I would not be so picky; I have never met so many pleasant girls in all my life.
Mr. Darcy: You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.
Looks towards Jane.
Mr. Bingley: Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld! But her sister sitting over
there is also very pretty.
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Mr. Darcy: Which do you mean?
Looks toward Elizabeth, catches her eye, then withdraws his glance coldly
Mr. Darcy: She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me. You had better return to your
partner and enjoy her smiles instead of wasting your time with me.
Bingley bows and walks away back to Jane. Elizabeth coldly passes by Mr. Darcy. He feels it.
She goes and finds Charlotte. She whispers to her about what Darcy had just said.
Charlotte: He is such a proud man.
Elizabeth: I could have easily forgiven his pride, had he not wounded mine.
Charlotte: Poor Eliza! To be only tolerable. Count it a blessing though, if he liked you, you
would have had to dance with him.
Elizabeth: I can safely assure you that I never intend to be liked by him then.
They laugh together, and then Elizabeth goes to find Jane. They go off into each other’s
confidence away from the dancing to talk.
Elizabeth: How are you enjoying your night with Mr. Bingley?
Jane: He is just what a young man ought to be. Sensible, lively, good humoured….
Elizabeth: And also very handsome, which a young man ought to be likewise. His character is
thereby complete.
Jane: I was very much flattered when he asked me to dance. I did not expect such a compliment.
Elizabeth: Well, you should have. You are very agreeable as he is, and I give you leave to like
him. You have liked many a stupider person.
Jane: Lizzy!
They giggle together.
Mrs. Bennet: -and Mr. Bingley danced two dances with Jane, how delightful!
Mr. Bennet: If he had any compassion for me, he would have sprained his ankle in the first
dance.
The Bennet’s leave.
Caroline: I can guess the subject of your thoughts.
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Mr. Darcy: I should imagine not.
Caroline: You are considering how unbearable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner.
Mr. Darcy: You are completely wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I
have been thinking about a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman.
Miss Bingley fixes her eyes on Mr. Darcy’s face, hoping that it is her ‘fine eyes’ he speaks of.
Caroline: And which lady has the credit of inspiring such reflections?
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
Turns and walks away.
Act 1: Scene 3
At the breakfast table at Longbourn. Kitty and Lydia bounce in talking about officers and the
militia. Mrs. Hill (maidservant) attending.
Lydia: Oh! Did Captain Carter not look completely handsome in his red coat yesterday!
Kitty: Yes! But he could never be as handsome as Bingley with his five thousand a year!
Lydia: Captain Carter is so agreeable; I do hope that I see him today, for he is leaving for
London tomorrow.
Mr. Bennet: From all that I can collect by your gossiping, you must be two of the silliest girls in
the country.
Mrs. Bennet: I am surprised my dear, that you should think your own children silly.
Mr. Bennet: If my children are silly I must hope to always think so.
Mrs. Bennet: Yes, but as it happens, they are all very clever.
Mr. Bennet: I must differ from you on this point and think that our two youngest daughters are
uncommonly foolish.
Mrs. Bennet is prevented of saying anything by the entrance of a servant.
Mrs. Hill: Excuse me, a letter for Miss Bennet from Netherfield, Ma’am.
She hands the letter to Jane. Mrs. Bennet is sparkling with pleasure.
Mrs. Bennet: Well Jane, who is it from? Tell us quickly my love!
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Jane: It is from Miss Bingley. She is inviting me to dine with her this evening; the gentlemen
will be dining with the officers.
Mrs. Bennet: Dining out, that is very unlucky.
Jane: Can I have the carriage?
Mrs. Bennet: No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, for it seems likely to rain; and then
you must stay the night.
Jane: I would much rather go in the coach.
Mrs. Bennet: Jane the carriage is presently engaged, now you shall have to go on horseback.
Mrs. Bennet leads Jane to the door and bids her farewell.
[Sounds of rain and thunder are heard soon afterwards.]
Mr. Bennet: This was a very lucky idea of mine, indeed!
[MUSICAL interlude] Curtains close.
Act 1: Scene 4
At Longbourn in the drawing room. Mrs. Bennet is congratulating herself. A servant interrupts
her with a letter from Jane to Elizabeth.
Mrs. Hill: Miss Elizabeth, a letter for you from Netherfield.
Mrs. Bennet: Ah! It must be Jane telling us of her engagement to Bingley!
Elizabeth: Mamma it has only been a day. Elizabeth reads the letter aloud. “My kind friends will
not hear of me returning home. Except a sore throat and a head-ache there is not much the matter
with me.” This is ridiculous.
Mr. Bennet: Well, my dear, if your daughter should die, it would be a comfort to know that it
was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! I am not afraid of her dying. People do not die of colds.
Elizabeth: But they may perish with the shame of having such a mother
Giggling from the younger girls.
Elizabeth: I must go and see her at once.
Mrs. Bennet: But the carriage is not to be had.
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Elizabeth: Then I shall walk.
Mrs. Bennet: How can you be so silly to think of such a thing, in all this dirt! You will not be fit
to be seen.
Elizabeth: I will be fit to see Jane, which is all I want.
Mary: I admire the activity of your benevolence, but every impulse of feeling should be guided
by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.
Mary is ignored.
Kitty: We will go as far as Meryton with you.
Lydia: If we make haste, perhaps we may see something of Captain Carter before he goes.
Lydia rushes them out the door.
Act 1: Scene 5
Darcy, Mr. Hurst, Caroline and Louisa are assembled in the Netherfield drawing room. Servant
shows Elizabeth in
Netherfield Servant: A Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Sir.
She walks in, her hair tousled, mud on her skirt, and her face bright with exercise. They all give
looks of shock at her.
Elizabeth: I am here to see Jane.
Mr. Darcy: She’s upstairs.
Elizabeth: Thank you.
Curtsies then leave the room. The servant leads her out.
Caroline: She looked positively wild.
Louisa: She did indeed, Caroline. Her hair so untidy, so blowsy!
Caroline: Yes, and did you see her petticoat. Six inches deep in mud!
Louisa: To walk three miles, ankles deep in mud and alone too. What could she mean by it?
Mr. Bingley: It shows affection for her sister, which is very pleasing.
Caroline: I am afraid, Mr. Darcy, that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her
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fine eyes.
Mr. Darcy: Not at all, they were brightened by the exercise.
Elizabeth enters the room. Chatter stops suddenly.
Caroline: How is your sister, dear Eliza?
Elizabeth: I am afraid she is no better.
Mr. Bingley: Then you must stay till she is better; I shall send a servant to Longbourn for your
things.
Elizabeth: That is very kind of you sir.
He calls a servant. Writes a quick note, and then sends it away.
Mr. Hurst: Bingley, Caroline, Louisa with you indulge me in a game of cards?
Bingley and Louisa oblige. Caroline refuses. Darcy is writing business letters. Caroline starts
pacing the room, trying to capture Darcy’s attention. Elizabeth is reading a book.
Caroline: You write uncommonly fast Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: You are mistaken, I write rather slowly.
Caroline: So many letters you must write! Letters of business too! How unpleasant I should think
them.
Mr. Darcy: It is fortunate that they fall to me instead of you.
Pause of silence.
Caroline: Is Miss Darcy grown much since the spring, will she be as tall as I am?
Mr. Darcy: She is about Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s height now.
Caroline: Do tell your sister I long to see her. And that I am quite delighted with her beautiful
little design for a table.
Mr. Darcy: Will you allow me to defer your amusements till I write again? At present I do not
have the room to do them justice.
Mr. Bingley: It amazes me so how all young ladies can have the patience to be so accomplished.
Caroline: What do you mean Charles?
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Mr. Bingley: They all paint tables, embroider cushions, and play the piano. I have never heard of
a young lady, but people say she is accomplished.
Mr. Darcy: The word is applied too freely. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen
women, in all my acquaintances, that are truly accomplished.
Caroline: Nor I, to be sure.
Elizabeth stares at Darcy.
Elizabeth: Goodness! You must understand a great deal in the idea.
Darcy stares at Elizabeth.
Mr. Darcy: I do.
Caroline: Oh yes. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing,
dancing, and the modern languages to deserve the word, accomplished.
Mr. Darcy: And she must improve her mind by extensive reading.
Elizabeth: I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather
wonder at your knowing any.
Mr. Darcy: Why are you so severe on your own sex?
Elizabeth: I never saw such a woman; such capacity, and taste, and elegance as you describe.
Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth stare intently at each other. Caroline, frustrated that she is not the
center of Darcy’s focus, thinks a brilliant idea.
Caroline: Miss Eliza Bennet, come take a turn around the room with me.
Elizabeth is confused, but thus obliges. Darcy looks up from his letter. Caroline’s plan has
worked she has drawn Darcy’s attention.
Caroline: Will you not join us Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: I can only imagine two reasons for your inclining to walk about the room, in either of
which I would interfere.
Caroline: What can he mean?
Elizabeth: Our surest way of disappointing him, will be to ask him nothing about it.
Caroline: Do explain, Mr. Darcy.
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Mr. Darcy: You either choose to be in each other’s confidence because you have secret affairs to
discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in
walking. If the first, I should be in your way, if the second, I can admire you much better from
here.
Caroline: Oh! Shocking! How shall we punish him for such a speech?
Elizabeth: We could tease, or laugh at him.
Caroline: No, Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at. He is a gentleman without faults.
Elizabeth: Really? What a great loss to me. For I dearly love to laugh.
Mr. Darcy: No, I have faults enough. I cannot forget the mistakes and flaws of others, nor their
offences against me. My good opinion once lost is lost forever.
Elizabeth: Now that is a failing indeed, but I cannot laugh at you for it.
Mr. Darcy: In every character there is a natural defect, which not even the best education can
overcome.
Elizabeth: And your defect is the tendency to hate everybody.
Mr. Darcy: And yours is to wilfully misunderstand them.
Mr. Darcy says this with a smile. Caroline is tired of being left out of the conversation.
Caroline: Do let us have a little music.
Elizabeth goes back to her book, Darcy back to his letter. Caroline poised at the piano. End
scene.
Act 1: Scene 6
At Netherfield, in the drawing room: Servant enters. Caroline, Louisa sitting on one sofa. Mr.
Hurst is sleeping in a chair. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley are standing. Elizabeth is sitting.
Servant: A Mrs. Bennet, a Miss Bennet, and a Miss Bennet, Sir.
Mrs. Bennet, Kitty, and Lydia enter.
Mrs. Bennet: You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley. You will not think of leaving it soon I
hope.
Mr. Bingley: At present I am quite content in the country. Wouldn't you say Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: Yes, even if people are a little less varied than in town.
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Mrs. Bennet: Less varied, why, not at all. We dine with four and twenty families, Sir William
Lucas for example. What a man of fashion, so well-mannered, and much more pleasing than
those who consider themselves more important than everyone else.
This remark is obviously directed at Mr. Darcy. He is surprised. Caroline gives him a very
expressive smile. Elizabeth blushes and tries to turn her mother’s thoughts.
Elizabeth: Has Charlotte been to dine with you recently?
Mrs. Bennet: No she has not, my dear.
Mr. Bingley: She seems a very pleasing young woman.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh, yes! But it is a shame she is not more attractive. Nothing compared to my
Jane’s beauty. Why when she was only fifteen there was a gentleman so much in love with her,
that my sister-in-law was sure he would make her an offer. But he did not. However, he wrote
her some very pretty verse.
Elizabeth: And so ended the affection. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in
driving away love!
Mr. Darcy: I thought that poetry was the food of love.
Elizabeth: Of a fine, healthy love it may. But if it be only a slight fondness, I am convinced that
one good sonnet would starve it away.
Darcy only smiles. General pause.
Lydia: Is it true that you are to hold a ball here at Netherfield?
Mr. Bingley: Well….
Lydia: It would be an excellent way to meet new friends, you could invite the militia.
Kitty: Oh, do hold a ball!
Mr. Bingley: When you sister is fully recovered, you shall name the day.
Kitty, Lydia, and Mrs. Bennet all squeal in delight. Jane enters.
Elizabeth: I believe it is time to go now Mamma.
Jane: Really, I don’t know how to thank you Mr. Bingley.
Mr. Bingley: You’re welcome anytime you feel the least bit poorly.
Elizabeth bows coldly to Caroline, likewise.
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Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth.
Darcy’s and Elizabeth’s eyes linger. The Bennet’s leave.
Act 1: Scene 7
At the table at Longbourn: Kitty and Lydia are gossiping with Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth and Jane
are in deep conversation. Mary is off by herself. Mr. Bennet appears holding a letter.
Mr. Bennet: I hope, my dear, that you have ordered a good dinner today, I have reason to expect
an addition to our family party.
Mrs. Bennet: Who do you mean, my dear?
Mr. Bennet: It is a gentleman whom I have never seen in my entire life. It is my cousin, Mr.
Collins, who, when I am dead, may turn you all out of this house as soon as he pleases.
Shock from all the women.
Mr. Bennet: We are to expect him a four o’ clock.
The clock then chimes 4, and then comes a knock at the door.
Mr. Bennet: Ah! Right on time
The servant Mr. Hill answers it.
Mr. Collins: Good-day, Mr. Collins at your service.
Tips his hat. He is an awkward looking man, and smiles perversely. The ladies smile politely, but
are obviously repulsed.
Mrs. Hill: Dinner, Ma’am.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! Yes, yes. Please do be seated Mr. Collins.
He obliges and sits. The ladies sit after him. Servants bring in food. Awkward silence.
Mr. Collins: Clears throat annoyingly. I am Honoured to have as my patroness Lady Catherine
de Bourgh, you have heard of her I assume.
Mrs. Bennet shakes her head.
Mr. Collins: My humble dwelling is but separated only by a lane from Rosings Park, her
ladyship’s residence.
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Mrs. Bennet: Has she any family?
Mr. Collins: One daughter, the heiress of Rosings and some very extensive property. I have often
told Lady Catherine that her daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and has all the blessings of
being a lady of elevated rank. Coughs. These little compliments are always acceptable to the
ladies, and which I find myself particularly obligated to give.
Mr. Bennet: How happy for you that you posses the talent of flattery.
Elizabeth: Do these pleasing courtesies arise from the impulse of the moment, or are they the
result of previous study.
Mr. Collins: They arise quite well with what is passing at the time, though I sometimes amuse
myself with arranging such compliments, I always wish to give them an unstudied appearance as
possible.
Elizabeth: Oh, believe me no one would think your manners to be rehearsed.
Jane kicks Elizabeth. The younger girls giggle. Before Mr. Collins can answer, Mrs. Hill arrives
with tea and everyone goes off into their respected confidants.
Mr. Collins: To Mrs. Bennet. May I have a word Madame?
Mrs. Bennet: Indeed.
Mr. Collins: My chief intention in coming to Longbourn has been to select a future mistress and I
must inform you that the eldest Miss Bennet has captured my special attention.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! I find it necessary for me to inform you that the eldest Miss Bennet is likely to
be very soon engaged. But Miss Lizzy next to her in age and beauty would make anyone an
excellent partner.
Mr. Collins: Hmmm, yes, very agreeable alternative.
Elizabeth looks over at the conversation obviously worried.
Act 1: Scene 8
The Miss Bennet’s are walking through Meryton Village. They are looking into shop windows
looking for bonnets and ribbon. Two gentlemen are walking on the opposite side of the street.
Lydia spots Denny.
Lydia: Look there’s Denny
Kitty: Where?
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Lydia: Over there
Elizabeth: Who is that gentleman walking with him?
Kitty: I don’t know but he is extraordinarily handsome.
Lydia: He might be if he were in regimentals. Denny! Over here!
She waves her hand in the air beckoning him. He turns, tips his hat, and begins walking over.
Jane: Lydia, don’t shout!
The gentlemen arrive. They bow; the ladies curtsy.
Mr. Denny: Ladies, fancy seeing you here! Allow me to introduce to you my good friend George
Wickham. He starts to introduce the ladies. This is Jane, Elizabeth, Mary, Kitty, and Miss Lydia
Bennet.
Mr. Wickham gives them a bow and a dashing smile.
Mr. Wickham: I am enchanted to meet you all.
Elizabeth: Will you be long in town Mr. Wickham?
Mr. Wickham: Indeed, all winter. I have just been commissioned into Colonel Forster’s
regiment.
Kitty: There Lydia, he will be dressed in regimentals.
They giggle.
Mr. Denny: What are you all doing about this fine day?
Kitty: We were just looking for some ribbon for the ball.
Mr. Wickham: Ah! Then shall we all look for some ribbon together?
All the girls squeak with happiness. They all begin walking down the street. Enter Bingley,
accompanied by Darcy. Elizabeth spots them.
Elizabeth: Look Jane there’s Mr. Bingley.
Jane: Mr. Bingley!
Mr. Bingley: Ah, Miss Bennet! We were just on our way to your house to give you a personal
invitation to the ball. How are you feeling?
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Lydia: Can’t you see! She’s blooming!
Jane: Oh, Lydia!
Lydia: Be sure to invite Mr. Wickham!
Jane: Lydia you can’t invite people to other peoples balls.
During this Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham stare coldly at each other. Wickham tips his hat. Darcy
doesn’t return the civility, and walks away. Bingley notices.
Mr. Bingley: Mr. Wickham you must come. If you will excuse me ladies, enjoy the day.
Elizabeth looks at Mr. Wickham, perplexed, she had seen the entire thing. They continue
walking, Lydia and Kitty pull Mr. Denny into a shop. Jane follows and gives Lizzy one last look
and smiles. Elizabeth and Wickham are alone.
Elizabeth: Do you plan to go to the Netherfield ball?
Mr. Wickham: I hope to. How long have you known Mr. Darcy?
Elizabeth: About a month. Are you acquainted with him?
Mr. Wickham: Indeed, our families have been connected since infancy. You may be well
surprised especially considering our cold greeting a moment ago.
Elizabeth: Well I hope your plans in favour of Meryton will not be affected by the gentleman’s
presence.
Mr. Wickham: Oh! No, it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid
seeing me, he must go.
Elizabeth: I must ask, what is the manner of your disapproval of Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Wickham: My father managed his estate. Darcy and I grew up together. His father loved me
like a second son. We were both with him the day he died. His last wish was to give me a
respectable house. I had the hopes of joining the church, but Darcy ignored him and gave the
living to another man.
Elizabeth: What could have induced him to behave so cruelly?
Mr. Wickham: A distinct jealousy of me. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less I believe that
Darcy would not have been so irritated, and he would have been able to bear me better.
Elizabeth: I had not thought Mr. Darcy as bad as this.
~ 19 ~
Mr. Wickham just gives her a reassuring smile. Lydia and Kitty dash out of the store, Denny and
Jane close behind.
Lydia: There you are Mr. Wickham! We were wondering where you had gone to.
Mr. Wickham: I was just enjoying a pleasing conversation with your sister here.
Lydia: Oh, do not keep Wickham all to yourself Lizzie; I should like to chat with him too.
Elizabeth blushes.
Mr. Wickham: Shall we continue?
Lydia and Kitty nod ‘yes’ very excitedly. Mr. Wickham Bows to Elizabeth and exits with Kitty
and Lydia, Denny is dragged along again. Jane stays back with Elizabeth.
Jane: What have you and Wickham been discussing all this time?
Elizabeth: Oh Jane! Mr. Darcy has wronged Wickham so dreadfully that I am ashamed to be
acquainted with him.
Jane: Why? What has Mr. Darcy done?
Elizabeth looks around. Then whispers it to Jane.
Jane: There must be a misunderstanding.
Elizabeth: Oh Jane must you defend everyone?
Jane: Well, how could Mr. Darcy do such a thing?
Elizabeth: If it is not so then let Mr. Darcy contradict it himself. As it is I hope never to
encounter him at the ball.
Jane: It is distressing; one does not know what to think.
Elizabeth: I beg your pardon. One knows exactly what to think.
They exit the stage.
Act 1: Scene 9
The Netherfield ball: It is extravagant and much more decorated than the Meryton assembly. The
women are all dressed in white. And there are Militia men dressed in redcoats as well as normal
gentlemen dressed in evening clothes. Everyone is chatting and dancing, soft string quartet
MUSIC is played. Mr. Bingley and his sisters are greeting visitors .Mr. Collins enters, pushing
through the crowd rudely looking for Elizabeth. The Bennet’s enter.
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Mrs. Bennet: Thank you so much for inviting us, Mr. Bingley; Miss Bingley.
Mr. Bingley: It is a pleasure.
Caroline: Charmed.
Mrs. Bennet and her husband bow and go into the crowd to chat. Kitty and Lydia give a quick
bow then hurry off towards a group of officers. Jane and Elizabeth are next. Mary is quietly
behind them. Elizabeth is dressed with more care than usual, and is searching violently for
Wickham.
Mr. Bingley: I’m so glad you are here.
Jane: As am I.
Jane and Elizabeth curtsy. Bingley holds out his arm to Jane and they go off into each other’s
confidence. Elizabeth is left to search for Wickham through the crowd. Darcy enters and spots
Elizabeth, he finds her very pretty this evening. He starts walking towards her, but hesitates and
turns back into the crowd. Collins is still looking. Elizabeth spots Lydia with some officers and
goes towards them.
Elizabeth: Lydia, have you seen Mr. Wickham?
Lydia: No, I have not! Denny have you seen him?
Denny: I’m afraid, Miss Elizabeth that Wickham has been obliged to go to town on business and
has not yet returned. (Pause) I do not imagine his business would have not called him away just
now, if he had not wished to avoid a certain gentleman here.
Denny glances at Darcy as he says this, giving a significant smile. Lydia ignores this.
Lydia: Oh, come on Denny, I want to dance!
Denny: Excuse me Miss Elizabeth, but your sister is quite the spirited one.
He bows slightly before being dragged away. Elizabeth is disheartened, to make matters worse
Mr. Collins finds her.
Mr. Collins: Good evening Miss Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Mr. Collins.
Mr. Collins: I was wondering if you would do me the honour, Miss Elizabeth.
He holds out his hand gesturing to a dance.
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Elizabeth: Oh! I did not think you danced.
Mr. Collins: It is quite practical for a clergyman, of my stature, to participate in such an innocent
diversion.
Elizabeth tries to smile politely but is clearly unimpressed. She takes Mr. Collins hand and is
lead to the floor. Mr. Collins is awful at dancing, and goes in all the wrong directions. Mr.
Darcy watches from the side, and is disgusted. Elizabeth is blushing and completely
embarrassed. When the dance is over she walks away as quickly as possible. She finds Charlotte.
Elizabeth: Oh! Charlotte IShe is suddenly addressed by Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: May I have the next dance, Miss Elizabeth.
Elizabeth is surprised.
Elizabeth: You may.
They look into each other’s eyes for a moment then Darcy bows and walks into the crowd.
Elizabeth grabs Charlotte’s hand and drags her aside.
Elizabeth: Did I just agree to dance with Mr. Darcy?
Charlotte: I daresay you will find him very agreeable.
Elizabeth: Heaven forbid! For I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.
They giggle at each other then rejoin the ball. Everyone is set in their place for the dance. Darcy
gathers Elizabeth for the dance; both their attitudes are fierce. They bow and the music begins. It
is slow, violent, and moving. Like a battle. They dance silently for a moment.
Elizabeth: I love this dance.
Mr. Darcy: Indeed, most invigorating.
More silence.
Elizabeth: It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy; I talked about the dance, now you
ought to make some kind of remark about the size of the room or the number of couples.
Mr. Darcy: I assure you that whatever you wish me to say shall be said.
Elizabeth: That reply will do for now. Perhaps I should mention that private balls are much more
pleasant than public ones. Now we may remain silent.
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Mr. Darcy: Do you talk by rule while you are dancing?
Elizabeth: Sometimes. For then we may enjoy the advantage of saying as little as possible.
Mr. Darcy: Are you consulting your own feelings on the matter, or satisfying mine?
Elizabeth: Both. We are each of an unsocial disposition, and are unwilling to speak unless we
expect to say something that will amaze the whole room.
This comment is directed at Darcy specifically with sarcasm. He retaliates back.
Mr. Darcy: This is no striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure.
Silence for a moment.
Mr. Darcy: Do you and your sisters often walk to Meryton?
Elizabeth knows he is enquiring about the encounter with Wickham. She fires back a comment
that is sure to stir him.
Elizabeth: Yes, we love to walk to Meryton. Back when you met us the other day, we just had
the pleasure of meeting a new acquaintance.
Darcy’s face shows disdain at this comment. They are silent for a beat.
Mr. Darcy: Mr. Wickham is blessed with such a happy manner as to ensure his making friends.
Whether he is capable of retaining them is less certain.
Elizabeth: Has he been so unlucky as to lose your friendship?
Mr. Darcy: He has.
Elizabeth: I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy that you hardly ever forgave.
Mr. Darcy: It is true.
Elizabeth: And I hope you never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?
Mr. Darcy: Why do you ask such a question?
Elizabeth: I am trying to make out your character.
Mr. Darcy: And what have you discovered?
Elizabeth: Very little. I hear such different accounts of you as to puzzle me exceedingly.
Mr. Darcy: I hope to provide you more clarity in the future.
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They stare intently at each other as the dance finishes. Sir William interrupts them.
Sir William Lucas: I have never seen such superior dancing between two people. Your fair
partner does not disgrace you, and I must hope to have this pleasure often repeated, especially
when a certain desirable event takes place.
Glances at Jane and Mr. Bingley. He chuckles and goes to chat around the room. Darcy looks
adversely at Jane and Bingley.
Mr. Darcy: Excuse me.
He says this coldly, bows, and then quickly walks away through the crowd. Caroline slithers up
to Elizabeth and confronts her with an expression of civil disdain
Caroline: So, Miss Eliza, I hear you are quite delighted with George Wickham! I find he has
forgotten to tell you that he is the son of the late Mr. Darcy’s steward. I must warn you, as a
friend, that Mr. Wickham has used Mr. Darcy in a most dishonourable manner. I don’t know all
the details, but his coming to the country at all is quite disrespectful. I pity you Miss Eliza,
finding out your favourites guilt.
Elizabeth: You need not worry Madam for I have heard you accuse him of nothing worse than
being the son of Mr. Darcy’s steward, and of that, he has informed me of already.
Caroline turns away with a sneer.
Caroline: Excuse my interference, it was kindly meant.
Elizabeth is furious with her. To make matters worse, Mr. Collins finds her again.
Mr. Collins: Is that gentleman over there Mr. Darcy. Gestures to Darcy who is conversing with
Bingley.
Elizabeth: I believe so.
Mr. Collins: I must make myself known to him, for he is the nephew of my esteemed patroness,
Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
Elizabeth: Mr. Collins; he will consider it an impertinence.
Mr. Collins: My dear Miss Elizabeth, I have the highest opinion in the world of your excellent
judgment. But this is a point of duty, and I must act upon it.
Mr. Collins gives a low bow, and leaves her to go attack Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth looks on in horror
as he disgraces himself.
Mr. Collins: Forgive me, sir, for not acknowledging your presence earlier, especially because
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you are the nephew of my gracious patroness Lady CathMr. Darcy gives a cold, slight bow and walks in another direction, cutting Mr. Collins off. Mr.
Collins is un-phased and bows low. Elizabeth is embarrassed, but is then startled by her mother
speaking very loudly about Jane and Bingley to Lady Lucas.
Mrs. Bennet: It will be such an advantageous marriage. He is such a charming man, and so rich!
And my Jane’s marrying so greatly will throw her sisters in the way of other rich men. I wish
you to be as fortunate as I Lady Lucas.
Elizabeth is mortified by her mother’s words. The night starts to fall apart here. Mary begins
playing the piano. Then Lydia and kitty bounce around flirting with all the officers in a most
vulgar manner. Mary is awful at playing the piano, and hits many bad notes. Everyone stares at
the awful performance.
Elizabeth: Aren’t you going to do something?
Mr. Bennet: That will do extremely well child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other
young ladies have a turn.
Elizabeth is embarrassed by her father’s speech, and walks off stage to be by herself.
Elizabeth: I think my family is having a competition to see who can expose themselves to the
most ridicule.
She sighs to herself for a second then rejoins the party. Which has dispersed now, and only the
Bennet’s are left. Darcy stands quietly with Caroline and Louisa. Mr. Hurst is sleeping. Jane
and Bingley say goodbye to each other. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet walk off followed by Mary, then
Elizabeth and Jane, then Kitty and Lydia.
Caroline: Charles you cannot be serious!
Caroline walks off stage.
Act 1: Scene 10
Late morning at Longbourn. Eating breakfast at the table. Mrs. Bennet, Kitty, and Lydia have a
hangover. Mr. Bennet is reading a newspaper. General silence from everybody. Mr. Collins
enters.
Mr. Collins: Madam, may I hope to ask for the honour of a private interview with Miss Elizabeth
in the course of the morning.
Everyone looks up. Elizabeth is surprised. Mrs. Bennet becomes ecstatic, and answers before
Lizzy can.
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Mrs. Bennet: Yes-certainly. Lizzy will be very happy indeed. Come girls I want you upstairs.
Mrs. Bennet starts rounding up the girls. She argues that Mr. Bennet leave too. Elizabeth tries to
keep her sister with her, but to no avail.
Elizabeth: Please, I beg you not to go. Mr. Collins can have nothing to say to me that anybody
need not hear.
Mrs. Bennet: Nonsense, Lizzy. I desire you will stay where you are. Elizabeth gets up to object. I
insist upon you staying and hearing Mr. Collins.
Elizabeth cannot refuse that. So she sits back down in silence as she is left alone with Mr.
Collins.
Mr. Collins: You can hardly doubt the purpose of my coming to Longbourn; my attentions have
been too obvious to be mistaken. Almost as soon as I entered the house I singled you out as the
companion of my future life. But before I am run away with my feelings, perhaps I should state
my reasons for marrying.
Elizabeth tries to use the short pause to stop him, but to no avail.
Mr. Collins: First, I think it a right for every clergyman to set the example of matrimony in his
parish. Secondly, that I am convinced it will add greatly to my happiness; and thirdly, it is at the
urging of my esteemed patroness Lady Catherine de Bourgh that I select a wife. Now nothing
remains to be said exceptMr. Collins drops to one knee. Elizabeth takes this chance to stop him immediately.
Elizabeth: You are too hasty sir; you forget that I have given no answer.
Mr. Collins: I know that it is usual with young ladies to reject the hand of the man they secretly
mean to accept. So I am by no means discouraged.
Elizabeth: Mr. Collins I am perfectly serious. You could not make me happy, and I am
convinced that I am the last woman in the world that could make you happy.
Mr. Collins: It is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made to you.
And I therefore must conclude that you only wish to increase my love by suspense, according to
the usual practice of elegant females.
Elizabeth: I am not the sort of female to torment a respectable man. Please understand me I
cannot accept you.
Elizabeth gets up to leave when Mrs. Bennet barges in. She is furious.
Mrs. Bennet: Depend upon it Mr. Collins, Lizzy will be brought to reason. To Elizabeth.
~ 26 ~
Headstrong, foolish girl! Calls her husband. Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!
Mr. Collins decides to leave the room, As Mr. Bennet is entering.
Mr. Collins: Headstrong….foolish…?
Mrs. Bennet runs to Mr. Bennet. Elizabeth is in the corner.
Mrs. Bennet: We are all in an uproar. Mr. Collins has proposed to Lizzy, but Lizzy vows she will
not have him, and now the problem is Mr. Collins may not have Lizzy!
Mr. Bennet: Well what am I to do about it?
Mrs. Bennet: Come and tell her you insist upon her marrying.
Mr. Bennet: Come here Elizabeth. Your mother insists upon your marrying Mr. Collins.
Mrs. Bennet: Yes, or I shall never see her again.
Mr. Bennet: From this day on you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will
never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.
Elizabeth smiles at this.
Elizabeth: Thank you Papa.
She runs out of the room.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh, Mr. Bennet!
Act 1: Scene 11
Longbourn drawing room. Jane is sitting with a letter in her hand. She is quite solemn. Elizabeth
enters and sees her expression. Jane looks up and sees Elizabeth’s concern.
Jane: This is from Caroline Bingley. The whole party has left Netherfield, with no intention of
coming back.
Elizabeth: Oh, Jane.
Jane: She wishes us a very happy Christmas, and that we may renew our friendship in the future.
Elizabeth: What could have taken them from Netherfield so soon?
Jane: Here, read it. I don’t mind.
Elizabeth takes the letter, and reads it aloud.
~ 27 ~
Elizabeth: “Mr. Darcy is impatient to see his sister, and we are scarcely less eager to meet her
again. I really do not think Georgiana Darcy has her equal for beauty, elegance and
accomplishments, so much so that we hope to hereafter call her our sister.”
Jane: Is it not clear enough?
Elizabeth: Miss Bingley sees that her brother is in love with you and has followed him to town to
keep him there, and is trying to convince you that he does not care or you.
Jane: But Caroline is incapable of wilfully deceiving anyone. Perhaps it is true that he does not
love me.
Elizabeth: He cares for you Jane! Do not let her persuade you otherwise.
Jane just reads over the letter again with a solemn look.
Elizabeth: Go visit our aunt and uncle in London. Let it be known that you are there and I am
sure he will come for you.
She gives Jane a hug. Jane nods and walks out of the room. Elizabeth sits down and sighs. Her
father walks in.
Mr. Bennet: So Lizzy, your sister is crossed in love I find. I congratulate her; a girl likes to be
crossed in love sometimes. It gives her a distinction among her companions.
Elizabeth laughs at this.
Elizabeth: Papa!
Mr. Bennet: It is your turn now Lizzy. Let Wickham be your man. He is a pleasant fellow and
would end the relationship honourably.
Elizabeth: Thank you sir, but a less agreeable man would satisfy me.
Mr. Bennet: That’s a comfort to know, for you have an affectionate mother who would make the
most of it.
Mr. Bennet chuckles as he leaves. He has brightened Elizabeth’s spirit. She sits down happily
when a servant enters.
Mrs. Hill: Miss Lucas is here to see you Ma’am.
Charlotte walks in. Elizabeth is delighted to see her friend.
Elizabeth: Charlotte!
~ 28 ~
Charlotte: Lizzie. I have come to tell you the news. I am engaged, to Mr. Collins.
Elizabeth’s countenance changes from happy to confusion.
Elizabeth: Engaged to Mr. Collins! My dear Charlotte, impossible!
Charlotte: Why should you be so surprised? Just because he did not procure your affections does
not mean he cannot secure another woman’s good opinion. Is it so impossible that I cannot be as
happy with him as any other?
Elizabeth: But he’s absurd.
Charlotte: Hush. I’m not romantic you know. All I ask is a comfortable home and protection.
Elizabeth: But Charlotte.
Charlotte: I don’t want to hear. I’m twenty seven years old; I have no money, no prospects. I’m
already a burden to my parents. I hope in good time you will accept what I have done.
Turns to leave but stops. Goes to Lizzie and takes her hands.
Charlotte: Will you please come visit me in March with my father and Maria?
Elizabeth nods yes. Charlotte walks out of the room. Elizabeth is awestruck. She stands for a
moment, and then sits on the couch. Curtains close.
Act 2: Scene 1
Open curtains. We see Mrs. Collins sitting in the Drawing room. Mr. Collins is working just
outside a window. He looks up then proceeds to talk to Charlotte through the window.
Mr. Collins: Charlotte, they are here.
He moves away from the window. Charlotte (nee Lucas) is ecstatic and stands up smiling. The
door opens and Mr. Collins comes in followed by Sir William Lucas, Maria Lucas, and
Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Charlotte greet very affectionately.
Mr. Collins: My dear Sir and sister in-law. Ah and my fair cousin Elizabeth too. Welcome to our
humble abode. It may not be as grand as Rosings, which you may be fortunate enough to see on
your visit, but it is finely furnished and has a lovely garden. Yes I believe any young woman
would have the pleasure to a mistress of such a house.
This is directed at Elizabeth. She rolls her eyes.
Charlotte: My dear, why don’t you show my father and Maria around the gardens?
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Sir William Lucas: Oh, yes! Capital idea!
Maria: Oh please do Mr. Collins.
Mr. Collins: Indeed, and I’m sure you will find yourself much taken aback by the shrubbery,
which Lady Catherine suggested to me herself.
He leads them out the door and they fade away. Charlotte and Elizabeth are alone at last.
Charlotte: How are all our friends back in Hertfordshire?
Elizabeth: They are well, but I admit things have been rather dull without you, What with Jane
leaving for London, and Netherfield being empty of its colourful tenants.
Charlotte: Oh! How I miss everyone, but I have especially missed you Lizzie.
They smile at each other, but their moment is broken when Mr. Collins calls abruptly from the
window.
Mr. Collins: Quick Charlotte, come here!
Charlotte: What has happened!?
Charlotte gets up and rushes out the door. Maria bursts in.
Maria: Oh, my dear Eliza! Pray make haste, for there is such a sight to be seen!
Elizabeth: What is it Maria?
Maria: Guess who has come to visit us! None other than Lady Catherine!
Elizabeth: Is that all? I at least suspected that the pig had escaped.
Maria has a look of confusion on her face. Mr. Collins, Charlotte, and Sir William enter.
Mr. Collins: Sir William, Maria, my dear cousin Elizabeth. How fortunate you all are. You have
not been here one day and have had the honour of being asked to dine at Rosings this evening.
Maria: How wonderful!
Sir William: Indeed! Quite!
Elizabeth just smiles hesitantly. Mr. Collins sees this and assumes something.
Mr. Collins: Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel.
Charlotte: Just put on whatever you brought that’s best.
~ 30 ~
Mr. Collins: Her Ladyship will not think worse of you for being simply dressed; she likes to have
the distinction of rank preserved.
Elizabeth is offended, but tries not to show it. She just smiles. Curtains begin to close.
Maria: Oh but what shall I wear!?
Curtains are closed. They all come out in out in outdoor wear. They are walking to Rosings. Mr.
Collins comments on its features.
Mr. Collins: Its glazing alone cost upwards of twenty thousand pounds. Quickly, come along, her
ladyship doesn’t like to be kept waiting.
Act 2: Scene 2
At Rosings. The house is grand, but it is cold and uninviting. A servant sees them in. Lady
Catherine is sitting very high and mighty in an elegant chair. Miss Anne de Bourgh is sitting
slumped and sickly, with her attendant Mrs. Jenkinson.
Servant Jenkinson: Mr. and Mrs. Collins, and their guests your Ladyship.
Mr. Collins: Your Ladyship. Bows. Miss De Bourgh. Bows again
She turns her head to Elizabeth.
Lady Catherine: So you are Elizabeth Bennet.
Elizabeth: I am your Ladyship.
She looks Elizabeth up and down. Sir William is very nervous, as is Maria.
Lady Catherine: Hmm. This is my Daughter.
Charlotte: It was very kind of you to invite us to dine Lady Catherine.
Charlotte is ignored. She then proceeds to sit down with Sir William and Maria. Elizabeth is
looking around.
Mr. Collins: The chimney piece alone cost eight hundred pounds…
Elizabeth doesn’t pay attention, because just then the door opens and in walks Mr. Darcy. He is
taken aback, as is he.
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy!
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth?
~ 31 ~
Elizabeth: What are you doing here?
Mr. Collins: Mr. Darcy! I had no idea we would have the honour…
Mr. Darcy looks at Mr. Collins like he is something the dog dragged in. He regains composure
Mr. Darcy: I am a guest here, Miss Elizabeth.
Lady Catherine is surprised, but still keeps her air of cold regal.
Lady Catherine: You know my nephew?
Elizabeth: Regaining her composure. Yes your Ladyship. I had the pleasure of meeting your
nephew in Hertfordshire.
Another gentleman walks into the room. He is friendly and inviting.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: Colonel Fitzwilliam, how do you do?
Elizabeth eyes dart directly to Fitzwilliam. Darcy’s eyes stay fixed on Elizabeth. A servant
enters.
Servant: Dinner is served Madam.
Lady Catherine gets up and exits through the doors followed by Miss Anne De Bourgh and Mrs.
Jenkinson. Darcy goes next with one last look at Elizabeth. Then Fitzwilliam goes. Mr. Collins
pushes past the servants to give bows to Lady Catherine and her posse. Elizabeth and Charlotte
proceed to follow after Colonel Fitzwilliam but Mr. Collins butts in front of them.
Act 2: Scene 3
Dining room at Rosings. They are poised at the table to sit. Servants behind ready to push in
their chairs. They are about to sit when Lady Catherine interrupts.
Lady Catherine: No! Fitzwilliam, you sit over there. Darcy, sit here. Mr. Collins, don’t sit next to
your wife. Miss Bennet, come sit over here.
Everyone shuffles around awkwardly. Elizabeth ends up sitting beside Mr. Darcy, though she
wants to sit by Fitzwilliam. They sit. Servants move away. Awkward silence for a moment.
Mr. Darcy: I trust your family is in good health, Miss Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: They are thank you. My eldest sister has been in town these three months. Have you
never happened to see her?
Mr. Darcy: I have not been fortunate to meet her.
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Lady Catherine interjects.
Lady Catherine: Do you play the pianoforte, Miss Bennet?
Elizabeth: A little.
Lady Catherine: Do your sisters play and sing?
Elizabeth: One of them does.
Lady Catherine: You ought to have all learned. Do you draw?
Elizabeth: No, not at all.
Lady Catherine: And your sisters?
Elizabeth: Not one.
Lady Catherine: I suppose you had no opportunity. Your mother should have taken you to town
every spring for the benefit of masters.
Elizabeth: My mother wouldn’t have minded, but my father hates London.
Lady Catherine: Has your governess left you?
Elizabeth: We never had a governess.
Lady Catherine becomes shocked!
Lady Catherine: No Governess! Five daughters brought up at home without a governess! I never
heard such a thing. Your mother must have been quite a slave to your education.
Mr. Collins gives a nervous look at this.
Elizabeth: Not at all Lady Catherine.
Lady Catherine: Are any of your sisters out in society?
Elizabeth: Yes, Ma’am, all.
Elizabeth is becoming annoyed with the questions. The rest of the table is sitting in awkward
silence as Lady Catherine interrogates Lizzy.
Lady Catherine: All! What, all five out at once? And you are only the second. The younger
sisters out before the elder are married. Your younger sisters must be very young?
Elizabeth: Yes, my youngest is not sixteen. I think it would be very hard upon younger sisters to
~ 33 ~
not have their share of society and amusement because the elder is still unmarried. It would not
promote sisterly affection.
Lady Catherine: Upon my word, you give your opinion very decidedly for so young. Pray, what
is your age?
Elizabeth: With three younger sisters grown up your Ladyship can hardly expect me to own it.
Lady Catherine is astonished that Elizabeth gave no direct answer. No one had ever dared to
trifle with her with such impertinence.
Lady Catherine: You cannot be more than one and twenty, I am sure.
Elizabeth: I am not one and twenty.
Elizabeth smile wryly. Fitzwilliam gives a look of amusement at her aunt’s astonishment. Mr.
Collins is embarrassed. Darcy is emotionless. Curtain closes.
Act 2: Scene 4
In the grand drawing room at Rosings. Colonel Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth are talking intimately.
Mrs. Collins is talking to Mrs. Jenkinson who is attending to Miss Anne de Bourgh. Mr. Collins
is enraptured in Lady Catherine’s conversation to Darcy. Darcy is giving cold replies, with
glances at Elizabeth. Elizabeth is enjoying the conversation with Fitzwilliam.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: So do you play Miss Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: Yes, but quite poorly. She laughs
Colonel Fitzwilliam: I should very much like to hear you play sometime.
Elizabeth: It would be a wretched performance, but if you have no other objections. Then I shall
promise to play to you.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: Excellent!
They laugh. Lady Catherine is wondering what they are so intimately talking about, and
interrupts them.
Lady Catherine: What are you saying Fitzwilliam? What are you telling Miss Bennet? Let me
hear what it is.
Fitzwilliam cannot avoid a reply.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: We are speaking of music, Madam.
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Lady Catherine: Ah! Music is my true delight! There are few people in England who have a truer
enjoyment of music than myself, or better natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a
great proficient. So would Anne, if her health had allowed her.
Anne is embarrassed and hangs her head. Fitzwilliam decides to save his frail cousin and direct
his aunt’s thoughts elsewhere.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: Well Miss Bennet, I must remind you that you have promised to play for
me.
Elizabeth: So I have.
She smiles and Fitzwilliam gestures to the Piano. She sits down as he pulls a chair next to her.
She begins playing (softly so that conversation can still be overheard).
Lady Catherin: How does Georgiana get on, Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: She plays very well.
Lady Catherine: That is because she practices. No excellence in music can be acquired without
constant practice. To Charlotte. I have told Mrs. Collins this, and seeing as you have no
instrument of your own you are welcome to play on the pianoforte in Mrs. Jenkinson’s room.
You will be in nobody’s way, in that part of the house.
Charlotte: Thank you your Ladyship.
Darcy is disgraced by his aunt’s rudeness. Charlotte bears it civilly. Mr. Collins smiles and
thanks her for her kindness. Darcy goes and watches Elizabeth play the piano. Elizabeth notices
this.
Elizabeth: You mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear me. But I will
not be alarmed even though your sister does play so well.
Mr. Darcy: I have been acquainted with you long enough, Miss Bennet, that I cannot possibly
alarm you should I wish it.
Elizabeth laughs at this, and then turns to Fitzwilliam.
Elizabeth: Your cousin is very ungenerous in exposing my true character. I have never met
another person able to do so.
Darcy smiles slightly at this.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: Tell me, what was my cousin like in Hertfordshire? I should like to hear
how he behaves in front of strangers.
~ 35 ~
Elizabeth stops playing.
Elizabeth: You shall hear then, but prepare yourself for something dreadful. The first time I saw
him at the assembly, he danced with nobody at all, even though gentlemen were scare and there
was more than one young lady sitting down without a partner.
Mr. Darcy: I knew nobody beyond my own party.
Elizabeth: True; and nobody can ever be introduced in a ballroom.
Lady Catherine is tired of being ignored.
Lady Catherine: Fitzwilliam, come here. I need you.
Fitzwilliam rolls his eyes humorously to Elizabeth, gets up, then bows and walks away to Lady
Catherine’s side. Mr. Darcy looks at Elizabeth, she glances at him then back to the piano.
Mr. Darcy: I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.
Elizabeth: Perhaps you should take your aunt’s advice and practice.
She turns back to playing piano. Darcy retreats through the closing curtains, taking one last
glance at her. Then walks away.
Act 2: Scene 5
In the parlour at the Collins’ house. Elizabeth is writing a letter to Jane. She is alone in the
house. Mr. Darcy suddenly walks through the door and only Mr. Darcy. She is startled, he is
nervous.
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy bows. He is anxious. He wishes to ask her to marry him, but doesn’t have the guts.
Mr. Darcy: Forgive me, I understood all the ladies to be within.
Elizabeth: I’m afraid they have all gone on business to the village.
Silence.
Elizabeth: Please do be seated.
Mr. Darcy looks at the chair then back at Elizabeth. He is fiddling with his gloves trying to think
of something to say.
Mr. Darcy: This seems a very comfortable house. My aunt, I believe, did a great deal to it when
Mr. Collins first arrived.
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Elizabeth: I believe so; she could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful object.
More silence.
Mr. Darcy: It must be agreeable to Mrs. Collins to be settled within such an easy distance of her
family.
Elizabeth: An easy distance? It is nearly fifty miles.
Mr. Darcy: What is fifty miles of good road too? He draws nearer to Elizabeth. I suppose that
you should not wish to be settled to far from your family?
Elizabeth is surprised by the question. Suddenly you hear the Collins’, Maria and Sir William.
Mr. Darcy is quick to retreat.
Mr. Darcy: Good day Miss Elizabeth. He stumbles on the last part. It’s been a pleasure.
Elizabeth is confused by his abrupt exit. Charlotte enters right when Mr. Darcy is about to leave.
He gives a quick bow and dashes out the door.
Charlotte: What can be the meaning of this! He must be in love with you, or he never would have
called on us in this way.
Elizabeth: Impossible. He scarcely said a word while he was here!
Act 2: Scene 6
Elizabeth is walking in the garden, when she happens upon Colonel Fitzwilliam.
Elizabeth: I did not know that you walked this way before.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: I am making my yearly tour of the park, and I intended to call upon the
parsonage when I was finished.
Elizabeth: I am just making my way back now.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: May I accompany you then?
Elizabeth smiles and they proceed to walk a few steps before Elizabeth asks a question.
Elizabeth: How long do you plan to stay in Kent Colonel?
Colonel Fitzwilliam: As long as Darcy chooses, I’m at his disposal.
Elizabeth: Everyone appears to be at his disposal. I wonder why he does not marry, and secure a
lasting convenience of that kind.
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Colonel Fitzwilliam: She would be a lucky woman.
Elizabeth: Really?
Colonel Fitzwilliam: Indeed. Darcy is a most loyal companion. From what he told me on our
journey here, he recently came to the rescue of one of his closest friends just in time.
Elizabeth: What happened?
Colonel Fitzwilliam: He lately saved his friend from a most unwise marriage.
Elizabeth: Who was the man?
Colonel Fitzwilliam: I have reason to suspect Bingley, him being the young man to get into a
scrape like that.
Elizabeth is shocked. She begins to feel ill with the knowledge that Darcy had caused her sisters
despair. She continues on.
Elizabeth: Did Mr. Darcy give a reason for this interference?
Colonel Fitzwilliam: I understood that there were some strong objections to the lady.
Elizabeth: So he separated them?
Colonel Fitzwilliam: I believe so, but he only told me what I have told you now. I know nothing
else.
Elizabeth stumbles, trying to compose herself. She is ready to burst into tears. Fitzwilliam
notices her change in countenance.
Colonel Fitzwilliam: Are you well Miss Bennet?
Elizabeth: No, I feel a bit ill. Perhaps I have walked too far today. I should go back to the house.
Colonel Fitzwilliam takes her arm to steady it then walks with her back to the parsonage. Solemn
music is played.
Act 2: Scene 7
Parlour at Hunsford: Elizabeth is pacing the room trying to compose herself. She is on the verge
of crying when Mr. Darcy bursts through the door again. She doesn’t know what to say, but she
is given no time to speak otherwise, Darcy begins speaking right away.
Mr. Darcy: In vain I have struggled, and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been of
torment. My feelings will not be repressed. I have fought against my better judgment, my
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family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth, my rank. And have put aside all these in order
to ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth: I don’t understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you, most ardently. Please do me the Honour of accepting my hand.
Darcy is surprised at himself. He had rehearsed that speech but never expected to say ‘I love
you’.
Elizabeth: If I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you, but I cannot. I have never desired you
good opinion and you have bestowed it most unwillingly. I am very sorry to have caused you
pain. It was most unconsciously done.
Darcy is shocked. To be rejected as such! Impossible.
Mr. Darcy: Is this your reply?
Elizabeth: Yes. And I am sure that the feelings which have hindered your regard will help you in
overcoming it.
Mr. Darcy: Might I enquire why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected.
Elizabeth: I might as well enquire why with so evident a design of insulting me; you chose to tell
me that you liked me against your better judgment. If I was uncivil, then there is no excuse. But I
have other reasons. You know I have.
Mr. Darcy: What reasons?
Elizabeth: Do you think anything would tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps
forever, the happiness of a most beloved sister.
Mr. Darcy’ face grows pale. But he does not interrupt her.
Elizabeth: You cannot deny it, Mr. Darcy, that you were the means of separating Bingley and my
sister. Exposing one to the contempt of the world for impulse, and the other to its mockery for
disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the severest kind.
Mr. Darcy: I do not deny it. I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister,
and I rejoice in it.
Elizabeth: How could you?
Mr. Darcy: I watched your sister most carefully and perceived her regard indifferent to
Bingley’s. But it was more than that which governed me to detach them.
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Elizabeth: Do explain, Sir.
She says this very coldly.
Mr. Darcy: It was the lack of decency showed by your mother, your three younger sisters, and
even on occasion your father.
Elizabeth is hurt by this. She stays silent.
Mr. Darcy: Forgive me. It pains me to offend you.
Elizabeth is furious. She brings up a topic that is sure to sting him.
Elizabeth: And what about Mr. Wickham? How can you explain you behaviour towards him?
Jealousy draws Darcy closer to Elizabeth. They are face to face, ready to battle it out.
Mr. Darcy: You take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns.
Elizabeth: He has told me of his misfortunes.
Mr. Darcy: His misfortunes! Yes, his misfortunes have been very great indeed.
Elizabeth: And of your infliction, you have reduced him to his current state of poverty. Yet you
treat him with contempt and ridicule.
Darcy is now furious as well. Tension is in the air.
Mr. Darcy: And this is your opinion of me! Thank you for explaining it so fully. Perhaps these
offences might have been over looked had not your pride…
Elizabeth: My pride!
Mr. Darcy: …been hurt by my honesty in admitting the scruples of our relationship. Do you
expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of you connections? To congratulate myself on the hopes
of relations, whose condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own?
Elizabeth: And those are the words of a gentleman. From the first moment I met you, your
arrogance, your conceit, and you selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that
you were that last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
Silence. Darcy and Elizabeth are both speechless. Everything wrong came out so fast that it
cannot be undone.
Mr. Darcy: You have said quite enough, Madam. I understand you feelings completely, and am
now ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for taking up so much of your time.
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With that Darcy walks right out the door. Elizabeth stands silent for a moment. She then becomes
weak and sits down, and begins to cry. Charlotte walks in just then.
Charlotte: Lizzy, whatever is the matter?
Elizabeth just gets up and leaves the room crying. Mr. Collins, Maria, and Sir William give a
look of confusion and concern.
Act 2: Scene 8
Elizabeth is walking in the gardens around Hunsford and Rosings. Trying to clear her head of
the events that happened the day before. She spots Mr. Darcy and tries to turn away, too late, he
has seen her.
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth, please do me the Honour of reading this letter.
He seems to turn and walk away, but then turns to begin describing what is in the letter.
Elizabeth does not see him. He is there for the sole purpose of dramatizing the letter.
Mr. Darcy: I shall not renew the sentiments that were, last night, so disgusting to you. Though I
will, however, justify the two offences you have laid against me. My father loved Mr. Wickham
as a son, and in consequence left him a valuable family living. Within half a year he wrote to me
resolving against taking orders, and then proceeded to ask me for the sum of the living, which
was granted in the form of three thousand pounds. After that all connection between us seemed
severed. He came back to see us last summer, with which he declared passionate love for my
sister, whom he tried to persuade to elope with him. Georgiana is to inherit thirty thousand
pounds. When it was made clear he would never receive a penny of that inheritance, he
disappeared. I cannot begin to convey the depths of Georgiana’s despair, she was fifteen years
old. On the account of your sister, while the motives that governed me may have seemed to you
insufficient, they were in the service of a friend. If I have wounded your sister‘s feelings, it was
unknowingly done. What‘s done is done, I have nothing more to say, no other apology to offer. I
wish you all the health and happiness in the world. Fitzwilliam Darcy…
Darcy walks off stage. Elizabeth sits down by a tree and re-reads the letter. She composes
herself, but is now ashamed of what she has done.
Elizabeth: How despicably I have acted. I who have prided myself on my good judgment. Had I
been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my
folly. Till this moment, I never knew myself. So much I will have to conceal when I return home.
She walks off stage.
Act 2: Scene 9
Elizabeth is returning home. We open up to the drawing room. Jane is sitting solemnly on the
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sofa. Mrs. Bennet is sitting with her. Elizabeth enters, Mrs. Bennet sees her. She walks over.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh Lizzy. How wonderful you have arrived at last. Your aunt and uncle are here to
deliver Jane from London.
Elizabeth: How is Jane?
Mrs. Bennet: Go and talk to her.
Elizabeth walks over to Jane. Mrs. Bennet leaves the room. Elizabeth hugs Jane. They sit and
begin to talk…
Elizabeth: Jane?
Jane: Mother has been talking continually of Mr. Bingley. She does not know the pain she gives
me. But I will not dwell on it. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall be as we were
before
Elizabeth gives a doubtful look.
Jane: You doubt me? Oh, Lizzie. I think nothing of him now. He may live in my memory as the
most amiable man of my acquaintance, but that is all.
Jane tries to move away from the painful subject,
Jane: London is so diverting. There so much to entertain. Pause. What news from Kent?
Elizabeth is about to say something to Jane when Kitty bursts through the door crying. Lydia
jumps in gloriously. Her aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, and Mrs. Bennet rush in too.
Elizabeth: What’s the matter?
Lydia: I have been invited to go to Brighton with the Forsters!
Kitty: I have just as much right to be asked as she has, and more too, for I am two years older!
Mrs. Gardiner: If we could but all go to Brighton.
Mrs. Bennet: A little sea bathing would set me up nicely.
Lydia ignores them and proceeds to bother Kitty.
Lydia: It’s because I’m better company Kitty. La! What fun I will have. I shall dine with the
officers every night!
Elizabeth is concerned at this, and goes to talk to her father about it. She walks through the
curtains as they close to her father’s office, leaving the ruckus behind.
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Mr. Bennet: Ah, Lizzy. How good to see you again. I assure you journey was pleasant?
Elizabeth: Yes, thank you Sir, it was. Might I talk to you about something Papa?
Mr. Bennet: Ah, yes. You wish to talk to me about Lydia I suppose?
Elizabeth: Please Papa, do not let her go.
Mr. Bennet: Lydia will never be easy till she has exposed herself in some public place.
Elizabeth: If you, dear father, do not take the trouble of checking her she will be fixed as the
most determined flirt that ever made her family ridiculous. And Kitty will follow wherever Lydia
leads.
Mr. Bennet: We shall have no peace if Lydia does not go to Brighton. Colonel Forster is a
sensible man, and will keep her out of any real mischief. And she is far too poor to be an object
of prey to anybody. Let us hope that her being there may teach her, her own insignificance. And
if not, we will be obliged to lock her up for the rest of her life.
Elizabeth is obliged to be content with this. She gets up and walks away.
Act 2: Scene 10
The Garden near Longbourn: Mr. Wickham has come to visit one last time before the militia
depart. He and Elizabeth are walking through the garden.
Elizabeth: I’m afraid Meryton will be very empty without your company Mr. Wickham.
Mr. Wickham: Yes, but it must be so. I am unfortunately wanted in Brighton. Elizabeth is silent.
How was your stay at Hunsford?
Elizabeth: It was very well, thank you. Mr. Darcy and his cousin both spent three weeks at
Rosings while I was there. Are you acquainted with Colonel Fitzwilliam?
Wickham is surprised, displeased, and alarmed all at the same time by her mention of this. But
soon recollects himself and says with a smile.
Mr. Wickham: I used to see him often when I was at Pemberley, he would come down for the
summer with Miss Anne de Bourgh. I believe him to be a very gentlemanlike man. How did you
like him?
Elizabeth: I greatly enjoyed his company.
Mr. Wickham: How long did you say that he was at Rosings?
Elizabeth: Nearly three weeks.
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Mr. Wickham: And you saw him frequently?
Elizabeth: Yes, almost every day.
Mr. Wickham: His manners are very different from his cousin’s.
Elizabeth: Yes, very different. But I think Mr. Darcy improves on acquaintance.
Mr. Wickham: Indeed! And pray may I ask is it in his address that he improves? Or dare I hope
that he has improved in fundamentals?
Elizabeth: Oh, no! In fundamentals, I believe, he is very much what he ever was. I meant that
from my knowing him better his disposition was better understood.
Mr. Wickham is alarmed and agitated. He tries to shake off his embarrassment.
Mr. Wickham: I am glad that you find him much more agreeable.
Elizabeth only gives a slight bow.
Mr. Wickham: It was an honour to have been acquainted with you Miss Elizabeth. I hope we
may meet again.
He bows and walks away.
Elizabeth: And I hope we will not.
Act 2: Scene 11
Longbourn: the dining room. Her aunt and uncle are sitting at the table, while her other sisters
are doing various things with Mrs. Bennet.
Mr. Gardiner: Lizzy why don’t you accompany us on our tour this summer.
Mrs. Gardiner: Oh yes. You’d be most welcome. We are to go no farther northward than
Derbyshire, so you will have the all the opportunity of seeing the Peaks at their fullest.
Elizabeth: Yes, please. Take me away.
Mary: What are men compared to rocks and mountains?
Elizabeth: Believe me, stupid men are the only ones worth knowing.
Mrs. Gardiner: Take care Lizzy, that speech savours strongly of bitterness.
Mr. Gardiner: Ah. We shall be staying in Lambton, which I believe, is but five miles from
Pemberley.
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Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy’s home?
Mr. Gardiner: That’s the fellow.
Mrs. Gardiner: I should love to see it. To Elizabeth. My love, should you not like to see a place
of which you have heard so much?
Elizabeth: Oh no, let’s not. I do not care to see any fine carpets or satin curtains.
Mrs. Gardiner: I should not care about that myself either, but the grounds at Pemberley are
delightful.
Elizabeth gives a hesitant smile.
Mr. Gardiner: It is decided then! To Pemberley, therefore, we shall go.
Elizabeth shows concern on her face. Curtains close. End Act.
Act 3: Scene 1
Front entrance to Pemberley: Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner, and Elizabeth are shown in by Mrs.
Reynolds. Elizabeth is in awe as she looks around the place. The curtains open to a grand room.
The room is nicely furnished and more elegant than Rosings. It feels friendly. Mr. and Mrs.
Gardiner enter while Mrs. Reynolds starts showing them around. Elizabeth hangs back.
Elizabeth: And of all this, I might have been mistress.
She says this to herself.
Mrs. Gardiner: Lizzie, come here!
Elizabeth shakes off the moment and goes to her aunt. Mrs. Reynolds is showing them paintings.
And talking about her master.
Mr. Gardiner: Is your master currently at home?
Mrs. Reynolds: We are to expect him back tomorrow, with a large party of friends.
Mrs. Gardiner: And this is he?
Mrs. Gardiner points to a very large portrait of Mr. Darcy hanging above the fireplace.
Mrs. Reynolds: Oh, yes. That is my Master.
Mrs. Gardiner: It is a handsome face, but Lizzy, is it a true likeness?
Mrs. Reynolds: Does the young lady know Mr. Darcy?
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Elizabeth: A little.
Mrs. Reynolds: And do you not think him a very handsome gentleman, Miss?
Elizabeth: Yes, very handsome.
She says this in awe. She is captured in the eyes of Darcy’s portrait.
Mrs. Reynolds: I am sure I know none so handsome, or none as kind as him for that matter. I
have never had a cross word from him in my entire life. He is the best landlord, and the best
master.
Elizabeth is surprised at this.
Mrs. Reynolds: And through here is a portrait of his sister Georgiana.
Mrs. Reynolds proceeds to the next room, Mr. Gardiner follows her.
Mrs. Gardiner: This fine account of Mr. Darcy is not quite consistent with yours Lizzy.
Elizabeth: Perhaps I might be deceived.
Mrs. Gardiner: Oh no. Your judgment is far too good for that.
She says this sarcastically then leaves the room with Mrs. Reynolds and Mr. Gardiner. Elizabeth
is left staring the portrait of Mr. Darcy, but not for long.
Elizabeth: Can this really be Mr. Darcy?
Suddenly Mr. Darcy enters the room. She is awe struck and does a double take at the portrait
then Darcy to be sure it is really him. He is also surprised and stands staring at her for a
moment.
Mr. Darcy: Miss….Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: I thought you were in London?
Mr. Darcy: No, I’m not…
DUH!
Elizabeth: Oh…
Mr. Darcy: Is your family well?
Elizabeth: Very well. I’m in Derbyshire with my aunt and uncle
Mr. Darcy: Ah....and are you enjoying your stay?
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Elizabeth: Yes.
Darcy: And your family is well?
Elizabeth: Yes, they are thank you.
They stand in awkward silence for a moment.
Mr. Darcy: Well, good day, Miss Elizabeth.
He gives a quick bow and leaves right when Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner walk in.
Mrs. Gardiner: Was that Mr. Darcy whom you were just talking to?
Elizabeth: We must leave immediately! She begins walking to the door. Oh! What does he think
of me for coming here like this?
Mrs. Gardiner: What do you mean, my dear?
Then Mr. Darcy walks back into the room again. This time more at ease. He bows. They bow
back.
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth would do me the honour of introducing me to your friends.
Elizabeth: Oh, yes. This is my aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner.
Mr. Darcy: Pleasure to meet you.
He says this with a smile. Elizabeth is shocked at his change in countenance.
Mr. Gardiner: You have a fine estate here Mr. Darcy.
Mrs. Gardiner: Indeed, I have never seen such marvellous taste.
Mr. Darcy: I am pleased. You may feel free to look at anything you wish. I believe there are
some lovely landscapes just through this window over here.
He leads them to a window and they look out, Elizabeth stays behind. Darcy ventures back over
to her, leaving the Gardiners at the window.
Mr. Darcy: Tomorrow there will be some guests arriving here, some of which are acquaintances
of yours. Mr. Bingley and his sisters will be joining me.
Elizabeth: Is that so?
Darcy hesitates.
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Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth, will you and your friends do me the honour of coming to dine at
Pemberley tomorrow evening? There is a person whom I would particularly like you to meet.
Will you allow me, or is it too much to ask, to introduce you to my sister?
Elizabeth: I will be glad to, and I’m sure my aunt and uncle will not object.
Mr. Gardiner: Why, I would be delighted!
Mrs. Gardiner: Thank you so much Mr. Darcy.
Elizabeth smiles at Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: Till tomorrow then!
The Gardiners bow and leave. Elizabeth trails after then turning back as the curtains are closing
to glimpse one last look at Darcy.
Elizabeth: Till tomorrow…..Stage whisper.
Act 3: Scene 2
Drawing room at Pemberley: Elizabeth and the Gardiners enter. Caroline and Louisa are sitting
smugly on a sofa. Mr. Hurst is sleeping. Mr. Darcy shows them in. Bingley comes to greet them
happily.
Mr. Bingley: Miss Elizabeth Bennet! How good it is to see you!
Elizabeth just smiles.
Mr. Bingley: It has been a very long time since I have had the pleasure of seeing you. It is above
eight months I believe. We have not met since the 26th of November, when we were all dancing
at Netherfield.
Elizabeth: Yes, those were some very happy times indeed.
Mr. Bingley: And...Um...are all your sisters well?
Elizabeth: Yes, they are all quite well.
Mr. Bingley: Good, good!
Mr. Bingley begins socializing with Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. Darcy walks over to Elizabeth.
Mr. Darcy: May I introduce you to my sister now?
Elizabeth: Oh, yes! Of course.
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Darcy leads Elizabeth to a young girl standing by the piano. Georgiana Darcy is sixteen. She is
not as handsome as her brother, but is pretty. She is as tall as Elizabeth, and gives an air of
innocence. She is a shy girl.
Georgiana: Miss Elizabeth! She is very excited to see Elizabeth.
Mr. Darcy: This is my sister Georgiana.
Elizabeth: It is very nice to meet you.
Georgiana: Nay, It is more of a pleasure to meet you. My brother has told me so much about you.
I feel as if we should be friends already.
Elizabeth: Why, thank you! But your brother is probably too kind in his praise of me.
Darcy smiles slightly. His sister notices.
Elizabeth: What a beautiful pianoforte.
Georgiana: My brother gave it to me. He shouldn’t’t have.
Mr. Darcy: Yes, I should have.
Elizabeth: You unfortunate brother once had to put up with my wretched playing for an entire
evening.
Georgiana: But he says you play so well?
Elizabeth: Now that is praise of me indeed Mr. Darcy.
Darcy smiles slightly at Elizabeth, she smiles back.
Mr. Darcy: Georgiana, why don’t you entertain us all with a song.
Mr. Bingley: Oh! Please do.
Georgiana: But...I have no one to turn the pages.
Elizabeth: Allow me to oblige.
Elizabeth smiles encouragingly.
Georgiana: That is very kind, thank you.
Georgiana sits at the piano. She is very accomplished at playing. Darcy goes and sits to listen.
He stares intently at Elizabeth. She gives glance back at him. Caroline finds a perfect
opportunity to ruin the moment.
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Caroline: Pray, Miss Eliza, are not the militia removed from Meryton? That must be a great loss
to your family, especially with the departure of your favourite, Mr. Wickham.
Caroline took it too far. Georgiana suddenly stopped playing, the mention of Wickham’s name
brought up horrible memories. Darcy stands up furiously. Elizabeth prevents any further harm
Elizabeth: Quite, but we are dealing with it tolerably. Oh! I’m sorry Miss Darcy, I have
neglected you! How can you play with no one to turn the pages?
Caroline is quieted. Georgiana finishes playing the song. They all clap.
Elizabeth: You are quite the accomplished pianist Miss Darcy. I am jealous.
Georgiana: I should not play so well if not for the wonderful audience of my brother.
Darcy and Elizabeth smile at each other. She is starting to fall for him.
Elizabeth: Thank you for the wonderful evening Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: It was my pleasure.
Georgiana: You will come again tomorrow night wont you?
Elizabeth: If your brother does not object.
Mr. Darcy: I do not object.
Elizabeth: Than I shall see you tomorrow Miss Darcy. Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy: Good night Miss Elizabeth. Mr. Gardiner, Mrs. Gardiner.
They bow. Elizabeth and the Gardiners leave. Caroline decides to abuse her as soon as she’s
left.
Caroline: How very ill Eliza Bennet looked this evening, Mr. Darcy, Louisa and I were agreeing
that we should not have known her again.
Mr. Darcy: She is a little tanned, no miraculous consequence of traveling in the summer.
Caroline: I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her complexion has no
brilliancy, her features are not at all handsome, and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been
called fine, I could never perceive anything extraordinary in them.
Darcy remains silent.
Caroline: But I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time, Mr. Darcy.
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Mr. Darcy: Yes, but that was when I first knew her. It has now been many months since I have
considered her as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.
With that he gets up and walks away. Caroline is silenced, but also heartbroken.
Act 3: Scene 3
Mr. Darcy is paying a visit to Elizabeth at the Inn. Just as he enters Elizabeth is about to leave.
She is distressed.
Elizabeth: I beg your pardon, but I must leave you. I must find my uncle. I have not an instant to
lose.
Mr. Darcy: Good God! What is the matter?
Elizabeth: I have just received some dreadful news from home.
She bursts into tears and cries for a good moment. Darcy is in wretched suspense, so concerned
for Elizabeth. He can do nothing but watch. Through tears she says...
Elizabeth: I have just received a letter from Jane concerning my youngest sister. Lydia has run
away with Mr. Wickham.
Darcy grows pale.
Elizabeth: They are gone off together from Brighton to lord knows where. She has no money, no
connections. She is lost forever. And I might have prevented it! I who knew what he was. But it
is all too late now.
She cries some more. Darcy is helpless to her tears.
Mr. Darcy: I am grieved indeed. Has anything been attempted to recover her?
Elizabeth: My father is gone to London, and I hope that my uncle can be off within the hour, but
I know very well that nothing can be done. I have not the smallest hope.
Mr. Darcy: I am afraid that you have long desired my absence. This unfortunate affair will, I
fear, prevent my sister’s having the pleasure of seeing you at Pemberley today.
Elizabeth: Oh, yes. Be so kind as to apologize for us to Miss Darcy. Say that urgent business
calls us home. Conceal the unhappy truth as long as possible, though I know it cannot be long.
Mr. Darcy: I assure you of my secrecy on the subject. I sincerely wish this unfortunate event to
have a happy conclusion. Good bye, Miss Elizabeth.
With one serious, parting, look, he goes away. Elizabeth is sobbing.
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Elizabeth: I shall never see him again.
Servant enters.
Servant: What is the matter Miss?
Elizabeth: Go and fetch my uncle immediately. We must leave at once. There is not an instant to
lose.
Servant: Yes, immediately Miss.
Servant exits hurriedly. Elizabeth sits and begins crying.
Act 3: Scene 4
Drawing room at Longbourn: Mrs. Bennet is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. She is
in shambles. Jane and the others girls are attending to her. Elizabeth rushes through the door.
Jane runs to her. They hug while tears fill both of their eyes.
Elizabeth: Has anything been heard of Lydia’s whereabouts?
Jane: Not yet, but now that my dear uncle is come, I hope everything will be well.
Elizabeth: Is father in town?
Jane: Yes, he went on Tuesday as I wrote you word.
Elizabeth: And have you heard from him often?
Jane: We have heard only once. He merely wrote that he had arrived safely, and that he should
not write again till he had information.
Elizabeth: And Mamma how is she? How are you all?
Jane: Mamma is tolerably well, though she is greatly shaken. She does not leave her chair. Thank
heaven that Mary and Kitty are all right.
Elizabeth: How are you? You look pale. How much you must have gone through!
Jane: I am perfectly well.
Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner dash in. Jane runs to them and embraces them through tears.
Jane: Thank you for coming dear aunt and uncle.
Mr. Gardiner: Where is my sister?
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Jane gestures to Mrs. Bennet in the corner of the room. They all walk over to her. Mr. Gardiner
sits by her. Kitty is by her feet. Mary is sitting by her. Jane stands behind her. Elizabeth stands
away.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! Why did the Forsters let her go out of their sight? My poor Lydia had no one
to take care of her. I always thought they were unfit to take charge of her. Poor dear Lydia! And
now Mr. Bennet is gone away, and he will fight Mr. Wickham and then be killed! Then Mr.
Collins will turn us out before he is cold in his grave. Brother I do not know what I shall do!
Mr. Gardiner: Dear sister, do not give way to useless alarm. I am leaving for London this very
moment to help Mr. Bennet in the search.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! My dear brother, please, when you get to town find them and make them
marry. And tell dear Lydia not to give any directions about her wedding cloths till she has seen
me, for she does not know which the best warehouses are.
Mr. Gardiner gets up and departs, shaking his head as he leaves. Mrs. Gardiner departs also.
Mrs. Bennet: Such tremblings, such flutterings all over me.
She sobs. Jane and Elizabeth go and sit together. Mary and Kitty soon leave their mother to her
distress.
Mary: This is a most unfortunate affair; and will probably be much talked of. But we must stem
the tide of malice, and pour into the wounded bosoms of each other, the balm of sisterly
consolation.
No one answers. She continues.
Mary: Unhappy as this event must be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson; that loss
of virtue in a female is irretrievable, that one false step involves her in endless ruin, and that she
cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.
Elizabeth looks up in amazement at this, but still makes no reply. She then proceeds to get up and
walk away.
Jane: Mary.
Mary: What? Did I say something to offend her?
Mrs. Bennet: Dear Jane, come to Mamma.
Jane gets up and goes to Mrs. Bennet as the curtains close.
Act 3: Scene 5
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Drawing room at Longbourn: Mrs. Bennet is still in shambles, she will not be moved from her
chair. Jane is attending to her. Elizabeth is reading a book.
Mrs. Hill enters bringing tea. She addresses Jane.
Mrs. Hill: I beg your pardon, Madam, for interrupting you, but I was in hopes you might have
got some good news from town, so I took the liberty of coming to ask.
Jane: What do you mean, Hill? We have heard nothing from town.
Mrs. Hill: Dear Madam, don’t you know there is an express come for master from Mr. Gardiner?
Master has been here this half hour, with the letter.
The girls are shocked. They look at each other then run to go find their father. They first decide
to go to his office. The butler looks up from working and says...
Mr. Hill: If you are looking for my master, Ma'am, he is walking in the garden.
They run towards the garden without replying. They are both out of breath.
Jane: Oh, Papa, what news? What news? Have you heard from our uncle?
Mr. Bennet: Yes, I received this letter from him as soon as I arrived.
Elizabeth: Well? What news does it bring? Good or bad?
Mr. Bennet: What good it to be expected? But perhaps you would like to read it.
Elizabeth impatiently takes the letter from his hand, and begins skimming it.
Mr. Bennet: Read it aloud, for I hardly know myself what it is about.
Elizabeth: They have been discovered.
Jane: Then, they are married?
Elizabeth: They are not married, but if father is willing to pay a hundred pounds they will be.
That is Wickham’s condition.
Jane: A hundred pounds?
Elizabeth: Can it be possible that he will marry her?
Jane: Wickham is not so undeserving, then, as we have thought him.
Elizabeth: Have you answered the letter, Papa?
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Mr. Bennet: No, but it must be done.
Elizabeth: And a hundred pounds per annum. Do you agree to this?
Mr. Bennet: Yes ill agree to it, but I am only ashamed of his asking so little.
Jane: What do you mean father?
Mr. Bennet: No man in his senses would marry Lydia on so slight a temptation of one hundred a
year. I wonder how much money your uncle laid down on such a man, and how am I ever going
to repay him back?
With that he walks away. Jane looks at Elizabeth enquiringly.
Jane: A small sum could not do this all?
Elizabeth: No, Wickham’s a fool if he takes less than ten thousand pounds.
Jane: Ten thousand pounds! Heaven forbid! How is half such a sum to be repaid?
Elizabeth just shakes her head.
Jane: Mother still does not know of the events that have taken place.
Elizabeth: Father! Can we show Mamma the letter?
Mr. Bennet: Yes, take it away and do what you want!
They walk back to the house. Mrs. Bennet is sitting with Mary and Kitty.
Jane: Mamma, we have some good news for you. We have just received a letter from our dear
uncle. He has found Lydia and Wickham, and they are soon to be married.
Mrs. Bennet: My dear, dear Lydia! She will be married! And at sixteen too! Oh! I knew my
brother would manage everything! Ring the bell for Hill, Kitty. I will put on my things in this
moment, and tell Lady Lucas the good news. Oh, how jealous she will be. And tell the servants
they may have a bowl of punch to celebrate. My dear Lydia! How merry we shall be together
when we meet!
Jane: You should give our uncle some credit; he has assisted this whole endeavour with a large
sum of money.
Mrs. Bennet: Well, it is all very right. Who should help but her own uncle? Besides he has no
children of his own and is far richer than us. Oh! Mrs. Wickham! How well that sounds!
Mrs. Hill enters.
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Mrs. Hill: You called Ma'am?
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! Hill! Have you heard the good news? Lydia is going to be married!
Mrs. Hill: Congratulations Ma'am. And to you as well Miss Elizabeth. I’m sure this brings you
much delight.
Elizabeth is disgusted with this folly, and walks out of the room.
Act 3: Scene 6
Drawing room at Longbourn: Everyone is assembled, ready for Lydia and Wickham’s arrival.
Mrs. Bennet is eager for her daughter. Mr. Bennet is cold. Kitty is excited. Mary is not and
neither is Jane or Elizabeth. Lydia bounces through the door, followed by Wickham.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! My dear Lydia! Or should I say Mrs. Wickham?
Lydia: Mamma!
They embrace warmly. Wickham walks up.
Mrs. Bennet: Ah. And here is dear Mr. Wickham!
Mrs. Bennet gives him her hand. Ever still the gentleman, he kisses it.
Lydia: To think it has been three months since I have seen you all. It seems like only a fortnight
has passed, yet so much has happened. Why when I went away I had no idea I would be coming
home a married woman!
Elizabeth: So did we all.
Lydia ignores this.
Lydia: But indeed I am married! And what fun it is! Why we passed William Goulding in his
carriage, so I took off my glove and let my hand rest so that he might see the ring, then I bowed
and smiled like anything.
Mrs. Bennet admires the ring, Kitty too.
Lydia: And I must take all my sisters to Brighton. That is the place to get husbands. I only hope
they have half my good luck.
Elizabeth: I thank you for the favour, but I do not particularly like your way of getting husbands.
Lydia ignores this again.
Mrs. Bennet: Come my dear, you must be famished from your journey. Come have breakfast
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with your dear Mamma.
Everyone lines up to go out the door. Jane is in front of Lydia but she stops her.
Lydia: No Jane. I take your place now, for I am a married woman.
Jane moves away so that Lydia can push her way in front. They all leave. Elizabeth sneaks away,
and sits on the sofa, she doesn’t notice that Wickham has stayed behind. She then turns around
and sees him coming to chat.
Mr. Wickham: I am afraid I interrupt your solitude, dear sister?
Elizabeth: You certainly do, but the interruption is not unwelcome. Says with a smile
Mr. Wickham: I should be sorry if it were. We were always good friends.
Elizabeth: True. And now we are better.
Mr. Wickham: So, my dear sister, I find that you have actually seen Pemberley.
Elizabeth: I have.
Mr. Wickham: You saw the housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds, I suppose. She was always very fond
of me. Did she mention me at all?
Elizabeth: She did.
Mr. Wickham: And what did she say?
Elizabeth: She was afraid that you had not turned out well. But at such distances as that, things
are always misinterpreted.
Mr. Wickham: Certainly. Bits his lip, she has found him out. And I understand you saw Mr.
Darcy while you were there?
Elizabeth: Yes, he introduced us to his sister.
Wickham: Really? And did you like her?
Elizabeth: Very much.
Mr. Wickham: I’m glad you liked her. She used to be like her brother, very proud. But I hear she
has improved. I hope she will turn out well.
Elizabeth: I dare say she will. She has got over the most trying age. Sixteen is a very hard for
young girls. Full of false love, and heartaches.
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Wickham is speechless at this. He tries to say something but Elizabeth stops him.
Elizabeth: Come Mr. Wickham, we are brother and sister; let us not quarrel about the past.
She holds out her hand, and he kisses it gallantly, and then proceeds to leave. Lydia then
bounces in.
Lydia: Lizzie where were you? I was just giving an account to Mamma of my wedding. Are you
not curious of it?
Elizabeth: Not really.
Lydia: But I must tell you how it went off! Well, Monday morning came and I was in such a
fuss. There was my aunt talking away as if she were reading a sermon, it was horridly boring.
But I didn’t hear a word of it, because I was thinking of my dear Wickham. I longed to know
whether he was to be married in his blue coat.
Elizabeth: I don’t want to hear.
Lydia: And then my uncle got called away on business, and I was so frightened. For who was to
give me away if he did not come back! But luckily he did come back or I would have had to ask
Mr. Darcy.
Elizabeth is shocked!
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy!
Lydia: He was the one who found us out! He paid for Wickham’s debts, commission,
everything! He even paid for the wedding.
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy was at your wedding!
Lydia: Oh, Yes! But gracious me! I forgot! I should not have said a word about it. I was sworn to
secrecy.
Elizabeth: But Mr. Darcy!
Lydia: Shhhh! What if Wickham hears? Do you want to get me in trouble Lizzie!
Elizabeth is speechless. Suddenly everyone walks in the room. It is time for Lydia and Wickham
to depart.
Mr. Wickham: Come, my dear. Let us depart.
Lydia takes Wickham’s arm. Mrs. Bennet fastens her bonnet on her head.
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Mrs. Bennet: Promise to write to me often dear.
Lydia: As often as I can. But married women never have much time for writing. My sisters may
write to me, for they will have nothing else to do.
Mr. Wickham: Thank you for your kind hospitality.
And with that Mr. and Mrs. Wickham leave. Followed by Mr. Bennet, Jane, Mary, and Kitty.
Kitty: off-stage. Good-bye Lydia! Good-bye Mr. Wickham!
Elizabeth is left behind, she is still shocked from what Lydia said.
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy! She mutters this.
Act 3: Scene 7
Mrs. Bennet, Jane, Mary, and Elizabeth are walking in the garden. Mrs. Bennet is still sad from
Lydia’s leaving.
Mrs. Bennet: There is nothing so bad as parting with one’s children. One seems so forlorn
without them.
Jane: Oh, Mamma.
Just then Mr. Hill comes running up. With some obvious news. The women stop.
Mr. Hill: Ma’am I have just had some news from the housekeeper at Netherfield. Mr. Bingley is
to return within the next day or two. But this time he comes alone, his sisters are to stay in
London.
Jane’s face freezes at this.
Mrs. Bennet: So much the better, not that I care about it. Mr. Bingley is nothing to us. You
should not have mentioned a word about it….But, is it quite certain he’s coming?
Mr. Hill: You may depend upon it. I spoke to Mrs. Nicholls myself, for she was ordering a
couple of ducks right for his return.
Mrs. Bennet: I’m sure I should never like to see him again, but he is very welcome to come to
Netherfield. Come girls, let us go back into the house and tell you father of this insolence.
Mr. Hill, Mrs. Bennet, and Mary walk to the house. Jane tries to follow but Lizzy stops her.
Elizabeth: Jane….Jane.
Jane: I am not distressed Lizzy, just confused by his coming here. I am glad that he comes alone
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though, for then we shall see less of him. Not that I’m afraid of myself, but I dread other people’s
remarks.
Jane walks away. Obviously distressed. Elizabeth can do nothing but follow.
Act 3: Scene 8
Drawing room at Longbourn: Jane, Elizabeth, Kitty and Mary are sitting lazily around the room.
Mrs. Bennet runs in.
Mrs. Bennet: Quick my dears! Make yourselves suitable! He is come at last!
Jane: Who has come Mamma?
Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bingley of course!
Mrs. Bennet goes into a fluster of cleaning the room and getting Jane ready. Kitty goes to the
window to look.
Kitty: There is a gentleman with him, Mamma, who can it be?
Mrs. Bennet: Some acquaintance or other, my dear, I am sure I do not know.
Kitty: She squints her eyes to see. La! It is that gentleman who was with him before. Mr. what’shis-name, the tall, proud man.
Mrs. Bennet: Good gracious! Mr. Darcy! Well any friend of Bingley’s is welcome here, though I
hate the sight of him.
At the mention of Darcy’s name, Elizabeth runs to the window to see. It is him. She is put into a
flutter herself, and begins checking her appearance. Jane looks at Elizabeth with surprise and
concern. She knows nothing of their meeting in Derbyshire. All the women sit; tThey are
prepared for the gentleman’s arrival. Mrs. Hill enters.
Mrs. Hill: Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy for you Ma'am.
Darcy and Bingley enter.
Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bingley, how good it is to see you again! You as well Mr. Darcy. It has been a
long time, Mr. Bingley, since you went away.
Mr. Bingley: Indeed, it has.
Mrs. Bennet: I began to be afraid that you would never come back again. A great many changes
have happened since you went away. Miss Lucas is married and settled. And one of my own
daughters too. You may have seen it in the papers, though Ii was not put in how it ought to be.
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Very short, nothing about her family.
Mr. Bingley: Yes, I offer my congratulations.
Mrs. Bennet: But it is very hard to have my Lydia taken so far from me. They have been
transferred to Newcastle, wherever that is. Thank Heaven! Mr. Wickham has some friends out
there, though perhaps not as many as he deserves.
This comment is directed at Darcy. Elizabeth can’t bear to look at him.
Elizabeth: How long do you intend to stay in the country Mr. Bingley?
Mr. Bingley: A few weeks, just for the shootings.
Mrs. Bennet: When you have killed all your own birds, Mr. Bingley, I beg you will come here
and shoot as many as you please. We’ll save all the best of the covies for you.
Mr. Bingley: Thank you. Excellent.
Elizabeth now dares to look at Darcy.
Elizabeth: Are you well Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy: Quite well, thank you.
Mrs. Bennet: My Jane looks well, does she not?
Mr. Bingley: She does indeed. Lovingly Well I think we must be going Darcy.
Mrs. Bennet: You must come again soon Mr. Bingley. When you were in town last winter, you
promised to have a family dinner with us. I have not forgot you see. At least three courses.
Bingley shakes his head nervously.
Mr. Bingley: It’s been a pleasure. Good-day Miss Elizabeth, Jane…
He then bows and quickly leaves the room.
Mr. Darcy: Excuse me.
Darcy bows then also leaves the room. Everyone is left dumbstruck. Elizabeth sits, pondering
Darcy’s coldness. Jane goes and sits with her.
Jane: Now that the first meeting is over, I feel perfectly easy. Next time we shall meet as
indifferent acquaintances.
Elizabeth: Oh, Yes. Very indifferent indeed.
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Jane: My dear Lizzy, you cannot think me so weak, as to be in danger now?
Elizabeth: I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.
Jane: I’m sorry he came with Mr. Darcy though.
Elizabeth: Don’t say that.
Jane: Why ever not.
Kitty looks out the window, and then runs to it.
Kitty: Look! It is him! He has come again!
Suddenly the drawing room door opens. It is Mr. Bingley.
Mrs. Bennet: My, that was very soon.
Mr. Bingley: Forgive me Madam for the abrupt intrusion. But I would like to request the
pleasure of speaking to Miss Bennet….alone.
Silence from women.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh, yes. Of course! Come girls, I have something very important to talk to you
about. Everybody out. Mr. Bingley has something to say to your sister.
She shoos everyone out. With one last look shuts the door. Jane and Bingley are alone.
Mr. Bingley: Miss Bennet, will you ever forgive me for being such a fool? I was too easily
convinced that you did not care for me, and was persuaded to feel regard for Miss Darcy.
Jane says nothing. Bingley steps forward.
Mr. Bingley: But, I do not love Miss Darcy. Miss Bennet, Jane. You are the one who holds my
heart. So I must ask youHe drops to one knee. Curtains close.
Act 3: Scene 9
Mr. Bennet’s Library: He and his wife are discussing Jane’s marriage.
Mr. Bennet: I have no doubt that they will do well together. Their tempers are very much alike.
They are both so easy that they will always be cheated by their servants, and so generous that
they will always exceed their income.
Mrs. Bennet: Exceed their income! My dear Mr. Bennet, he has five thousand a year. I knew she
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could not be so beautiful for nothing.
Open curtains. Drawing room: Jane and Elizabeth are talking of the proposal.
Jane: ‘Tis too much! By far too much! I do not deserve this! How will I bear such happiness?
Elizabeth smiles very sincerely and warmly at her.
Elizabeth: Oh, Jane.
Jane: Did you know that he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring. I had not
believed it possible.
Elizabeth: How did he account for it?
Jane: It must have been his sister’s doing. They hid my being in town from him, I am sure. But
no they shall have to be contented with my marrying their brother!
Elizabeth: That is the most unforgiving speech I have ever heard you say.
Jane: Oh! Lizzy! If I could see you so happy! If there were but such another man for you!
Elizabeth: If I am very lucky, perhaps I may be so fortunate as to meet another Mr. Collins.
They both break out laughing. They hear a knock at the door.
Jane: Who could be calling at this hour?
The door opens. And Mrs. Bennet walks in. Followed by Mary and Kitty, who are curious as to
what is happening.
Mrs. Bennet: Lizzie, there is an unknown lady here to see you.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh enters the room. Elizabeth instantly recognizes her.
Elizabeth: Lady Catherine! All the ladies curtsy
Lady Catherine: This is your family I suppose?
Mrs. Bennet: Yes, your Ladyship, all but one. My youngest has been lately married. And my
Jane was proposed to this afternoon. Shall I call for some tea your Ladyship?
Lady Catherine: No, I have come to speak to Miss Elizabeth Bennet alone. Will you accompany
me out to the garden Miss Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: Certainly.
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Elizabeth grabs her shawl. They leave the room and go to the garden. Mrs. Bennet and the girls
give a confused look. Lady Catherine turns and confronts Elizabeth.
Lady Catherine: You can be at no loss, Miss Bennet, to understand the reason of my journey
here.
Elizabeth: Indeed, you are mistaken, Madam. I have not been able to account for this honour at
all.
Lady Catherin: Miss Bennet, I am not to be trifled with. A most alarming report reached me two
days ago. That you were to be united with my nephew, Mr. Darcy. Though I knew it to be a
scandalous falsehood, not wishing to injure him, I instantly set out to make my sentiments
known to you.
Elizabeth: If you believed it impossible, I wonder why you took the trouble of coming so far.
Lady Catherine: To have the report contradicted.
Elizabeth: Your coming to Longbourn will be rather a confirmation of it, if, such a report
existed.
Lady Catherine: If! Do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Has it not been industriously
circulated by yourself?
Elizabeth: I have never heard of it.
Lady Catherine: And can you declare that there is no foundation for it?
Elizabeth: I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your Ladyship. You may ask a
questions which I shall choose not to answer.
Lady Catherine: This is not to be borne. Has me nephew made you an offer of marriage?
Elizabeth: Your Ladyship has declared it to be impossible.
Lady Catherine: Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?
A punch to the stomach…Darcy is engaged!?
Elizabeth: Only this; that if he is so, you have no reason to suppose he will make an offer of
marriage to me.
Lady Catherine: Obstinate, headstrong girl! This union has been planned from their infancy. Do
you think it will be prevented by a young woman of inferior birth, and of no importance in the
world! Is this too be endured! To be connected with someone so wholly unequal to ourselves.
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Elizabeth: He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman’s daughter. So far we are equal.
Lady Catherine: Yes, but who was your mother? Who are your uncles and aunts? Do not pretend
me to be ignorant of your condition. Heaven and earth! Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus
polluted? Now, tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?
Elizabeth: I am not.
Lady Catherine: And do you promise never to enter into such an engagement.
Elizabeth: I make no promise of the kind. You have insulted me in every possible way, and can
now have nothing further to say. I must ask you to leave.
Lady Catherine: I am ashamed of you Miss Bennet. I have never been thus treated in my entire
life.
With that Lady Catherine storms off. Elizabeth sits by the tree. She cries.
Act 3: Scene 10 (Final)
The day after Lady Catherine’s visit: Bingley and Darcy come to the house. They are all in the
Dining room. Elizabeth ventures to look at Darcy. He steals glances as well.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh! We are all so glad that you have come to visit today. Mr. Darcy is also
welcome, I suppose.
Mr. Bingley: Thank you Ma’am. It is such a lovely day out. Might I suggest that we all venture
out for a walk?
Mrs. Bennet: Indeed! I suggest you all go to Oakham mount. It is a nice long walk and Mr.
Darcy has never seen the view.
Mr. Bingley: It will do very well for others, but I am sure it will be too much for Kitty. Won’t it
Kitty?
Bingley gives an expressive look to Darcy. He is helping him propose to Lizzy.
Kitty: Um, yes. I do not feel a great need to walk today. May I go and call on Maria instead
Mamma?
Mrs. Bennet: You may Kitty dear.
Mr. Darcy: I should very much like to see the view.
Elizabeth: I should as well.
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Mrs. Bennet: Very well, Elizabeth, go grab your things.
Elizabeth walks to get her bonnet. Mrs. Bennet follows her.
Mrs. Bennet: I am quite sorry, Lizzy, that you should have to walk with that disagreeable man by
yourself. But it is all for Jane you know.
Elizabeth turns and walks out the door with Jane and Mr. Bingley. Darcy is close behind. Soon
Jane and Bingley walk out of sight, Elizabeth is alone with Darcy.
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy. For what you have done for my poor sister Lydia and I suspect for Jane
also, you must allow me to thank you most gratefully. Ever since I have known it I have been
eager to thank you with all my heart.
Mr. Darcy is surprised
Mr. Darcy: I am sorry, exceedingly sorry, that you have ever been informed of what may, in a
mistaken light, have given you uneasiness.
Elizabeth: Do not blame yourself. It was Lydia’s thoughtlessness that first betrayed me to believe
that you were involved in the matter. Let me thank you again and again, on behalf of my family,
for the generous compassion which induced you to take so much trouble, and bear such
mortifications, for the sake of helping them.
Mr. Darcy: If you will thank me, let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to
you might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But
your family owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I thought only of you.
Elizabeth is too embarrassed to speak. Darcy turns to her.
Mr. Darcy: You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last
April, please tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from
you will silence me on the subject forever.
Elizabeth is silent. Darcy steps closer. He is a bit nervous.
Mr. Darcy: If, however, your feelings have changed. You must allow me to tell you that you
have taught me to hope, as I scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. You have changed me
Elizabeth, you have opened my eyes. And I never wish to be parted from you, from this day on.
Elizabeth: My feelings- pause- are so different now.
Darcy gives a look of concern. She has rejected him again. But then Elizabeth smiles assuring,
and puts her arm through his.
Mr. Darcy: My dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth.
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He takes her hand and kisses it. They smile. Curtains close.
THE END.
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