Our American Cousin is a three-act play written by English playwright Tom Taylor. The play opened in London in 1858 but quickly made its way to the U.S. and premiered at Laura Keene’s Theatre in New York City later that year. It remained popular in the U.S. and England for the next several decades. Its most notable claim to fame, however, is that it was the play U.S. President Abraham Lincoln was watching on April 14, 1865 when he was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth, who used his knowledge of the script to shoot Lincoln during a more raucous scene.
The play is a classic Victorian farce with a whole range of stereotyped characters, business, and many entrances and exits. The plot features a boorish but honest American cousin who travels to the aristocratic English countryside to claim his inheritance, and then quickly becomes swept up in the family’s affairs. An inevitable rescue of the family’s fortunes and of the various damsels in distress ensues.
Our American Cousin was originally written as a farce for an English audience, with the laughs coming mostly at the expense of the naive American character. But after it moved to the U.S. it was eventually recast as a comedy where English caricatures like the pompous Lord Dundreary soon became the primary source of hilarity. This early version, published in 1869, contains fewer of that character’s nonsensical adages, which soon came to be known as “Dundrearyisms,” and for which the play eventually gained much of its popular appeal.
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show it to me, I don’t want to look at it, the fortune should have come to Mary, she is the only relation in the direct line.
Asa Trenchard
Say, cousin, you’ve not told her that darned property was left to me, have you?
Florence Trenchard
Do you think I had the heart to tell her of her misfortune?
Asa Trenchard
Wal, darn me, if you didn’t show your good sense at any rate. Goes up to dairy.
Florence Trenchard
Well, what are you doing, showing your good sense?
Asa Trenchard
Oh, you go long.
Florence Trenchard
Say, cousin, I guess I’ve got you on a string now, as I heard you say this morning.
Asa Trenchard
Wal, what if you have, didn’t I see you casting sheep’s eyes at that sailor man this morning? Ah, I reckon I’ve got you on a string now. Say, has he got that ship yet?
Florence Trenchard
No, he hasn’t, though I’ve used all my powers of persuasion with that Lord Dundreary, and his father has so much influence with the admiralty.
Asa Trenchard
Wal, din’t he drop like a smoked possum?
Florence Trenchard
There you go, more American. No, he said he was very sorry, but he couldn’t.
Asa Trenchard
Taking bottle out. Oh, he did, did he? Wal, I guess he’ll do his best all the same.
Florence Trenchard
I shall be missed at the archery grounds. Will you take me back?
Asa Trenchard
Like a streak of lightning. Offers arm and takes her to dairy.
Florence Trenchard
That’s not the way.
Asa Trenchard
No, of course not. Takes her round stage back to dairy.
Florence Trenchard
Well, but where are you going now?
Asa Trenchard
I was just going round. I say, cousin, don’t you think you could find your way back alone.
Florence Trenchard
Why, what do you want to do?
Asa Trenchard
Wal, I just wanted to see how they make cheese is this darned country. Exits into dairy.
Florence Trenchard
Laughing. And they call that man a savage; well, I only wish we had a few more such savages in England.
Lord Dundreary
Without, R. 2 E. This way, lovely sufferer.
Florence Trenchard
Ah, here’s Dundreary.
Lord Dundreary enters with Georgina, places her in rustic chair, R.
Lord Dundreary
There, repothe yourself.
Georgina
Thank you, my lord; you are so kind to me, and I am so delicate.
Florence Trenchard
Yes, you look delicate, dear; how is she this morning, any better?
Lord Dundreary
When she recovers, she’ll be better.
Florence Trenchard
I’m afraid you don’t take good care of her, you are so rough.
Lord Dundreary
No, I’m not wruff, either. Sings. I’m gentle and I’m kind, I’m—I forget the rest
Florence Trenchard
Well, good morning, dear—do take care of her—good day, Dundreary. Exit through gate.
Lord Dundreary
Now, let me administer to your wants. How would you like a roast chestnut?
Georgina
No, my lord, I’m too delicate.
Lord Dundreary
Well, then, a peanut; there is a great deal of nourishment in peanuts.
Georgina
No, thank you.
Lord Dundreary
Then what can I do for you?
Georgina
If you please, ask the dairy maid to let me have a seat in the dairy. I am afraid of the draft, here.
Lord Dundreary
Oh! you want to get out of the draft, do you? Well, you’re not the only one that wants to escape the draft. Is that the dairy on top of that stick? Points to pigeon house.
Georgina
No, my lord, that’s the pigeon house.
Lord Dundreary
What do they keep in pigeon houses? Oh! pigeons, to be sure; they couldn’t keep donkeys up there, could they? That’s the dairy, I suppothe?
Georgina
Yes, my lord.
Lord Dundreary
What do they keep in dairies?
Georgina
Eggs, milk, butter and cheese.
Lord Dundreary
What’s the name of that animal with a head on it? No, I don’t mean that, all animals have heads. I mean those animals with something growing out of their heads.
Georgina
A cow?
Lord Dundreary
A cow growing out of his head?
Georgina
No, no, horns.
Lord Dundreary
A cow! well, that accounts for the milk and butter; but I don’t see the eggs; cows don’t give eggs; then there’s the cheese—do you like cheese?
Georgina
No, my lord.
Lord Dundreary
Does your brother like cheese?
Georgina
I have no brother. I’m so delicate.
Lord Dundreary
She’s so delicate, she hasn’t got a brother. Well, if you had a brother do you think he’d like cheese?
Georgina
I don’t know; do please take me to the dairy.
Lord Dundreary
Well, I will see if I can get you a broiled sardine. Exit into dairy.
Georgina
Jumps up. Oh! I’m so glad he’s gone. I am so dreadful hungry. I should like a plate of corn beef and cabbage, eggs and bacon, or a slice of cold ham and pickles.
Lord Dundreary
Outside. Thank you, thank you.
Georgina
Running back to seat. Here he comes. Oh! I am so delicate.
Enter Lord Dundreary.
Lord Dundreary
I beg you pardon, Miss Georgina, but I find upon enquiry that cows don’t give sardines. But I’ve arranged it with the dairy maid so that you can have a seat by the window that overlooks the cow house and the pig sty, and all the pretty things.
Georgina
I’m afraid I’m very troublesome.
Lord Dundreary
Yes, you’re very troublesome, you are. No, I mean you’re a lovely sufferer, that’s the idea. They go up to cottage door.
Enter Asa Trenchard, running against Lord Dundreary.
Lord Dundreary
There’s that damned rhinoceros again. Exit into cottage, with Georgina.
Asa Trenchard
There goes that benighted aristocrat and that little toad of a sick gal. Looks off. There he’s a settling her in a chair and covering her all over with shawls. Ah! it’s a caution, how these women do fix our flint for us. Here he comes. Takes out bottle. How are you, hair dye. Goes behind dairy.
Enter Lord Dundreary.
Lord Dundreary
That lovely Georgina puts me in mind of that beautiful piece of poetry. Let me see how it goes. The rose is red, the violet’s blue. Asa Trenchard tips
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