The Country Wife by William Wycherley (ebook reader ink .TXT) 📕
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The Country Wife was first performed in January 1672 at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. It traces several plot lines, the principle of which follows notorious rake Harry Horner’s attempt to carry on affairs by spreading a rumor that he was now a eunuch and no longer a threat to any man’s wife. It was controversial for its sexual explicitness even in its own time, having several notorious scenes filled with extended sexual innuendo and women carousing, singing riotous songs, and behaving exactly like their male counterparts.
With the restoration of the monarchy in 1660 the eighteen year ban on theater imposed by the Puritans was lifted. Charles II’s time in France had nurtured a fascination with the stage and, with his enthusiastic support, Restoration drama was soon once again a thriving part of the London culture—but it provided a completely different experience from Jacobean theater.
Christopher Wren’s newly built Theatre Royal provided a modern stage that accommodated innovations in scenic design and created a new relationship between actors and the audience. Another novelty, imported from France, was the presence of women on stage for the first time in British history. Restoration audiences were fascinated and often aghast to see real women perform, matching their male counterparts both in their wit and use of double entendre.
William Wycherley had spent some of the Commonwealth years in France and become interested in French drama. Borrowing extensively from Molière and others, he wrote several plays for this new theater, with his last two comedies, The Country Wife and The Plain Dealer, being the most famous. At the time, The Country Wife was considered the bawdiest and wittiest play yet seen on the English stage. It enjoyed popularity throughout the period but, as mores shifted and became more strict, the play was eventually considered too outrageous to be performed at all and between 1753 and 1924 was generally replaced on the stage by David Garrick’s cleaned-up, bland version.
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Horner’s Lodging. A table, banquet, and bottles.
Enter Horner, Lady Fidget, Mrs. Dainty Fidget, and Mrs. Squeamish. Horner A pox! they are come too soon—before I have sent back my new mistress. All that I have now to do is to lock her in, that they may not see her. Aside. Lady Fidget That we may be sure of our welcome, we have brought our entertainment with us, and are resolved to treat thee, dear toad. Mrs. Dainty And that we may be merry to purpose, have left Sir Jasper and my old Lady Squeamish, quarrelling at home at backgammon. Mrs. Squeamish Therefore let us make use of our time, lest they should chance to interrupt us. Lady Fidget Let us sit then. Horner First, that you may be private, let me lock this door and that, and I’ll wait upon you presently. Lady Fidget No, sir, shut ’em only, and your lips forever; for we must trust you as much as our women. Horner You know all vanity’s killed in me; I have no occasion for talking. Lady Fidget Now, ladies, supposing we had drank each of us our two bottles, let us speak the truth of our hearts. Mrs. Dainty and Mrs. Squeamish Agreed. Lady Fidget By this brimmer, for truth is nowhere else to be found—Aside to Horner. not in thy heart, false man! Horner You have found me a true man, I’m sure. Aside to Lady Fidget. Lady FidgetAside to Horner. Not every way.—But let us sit and be merry. Sings.
Why should our damned tyrants oblige us to live
On the pittance of pleasure which they only give?
We must not rejoice
With wine and with noise:
In vain we must wake in a dull bed alone,
Whilst to our warm rival the bottle they’re gone.
Then lay aside charms,
And take up these arms.16
’Tis wine only gives ’em their courage and wit;
Because we live sober, to men we submit.
If for beauties you’d pass,
Take a lick of the glass,
’Twill mend your complexions, and when they are gone,
The best red we have is the red of the grape:
Then, sisters, lay’t on,
And damn a good shape.
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