One of the most celebrated English comedies of manners, Sheridan’sThe School for Scandal was first produced in 1777 at London’s Drury Lane Theatre. It opened just a year after Sheridan succeeded the famous actor/manager David Garrick as manager and, after Garrick had read the play, he even volunteered to write the prologue—lending his much desired endorsement to the production. The School for Scandal was extremely well received by its audiences as well as by many contemporary critics.
The plot revolves around members of London’s Georgian society who delight in rumor and gossip and the infelicities and flaws of others. Although they draw their victims from their own membership, they let no action go un-noted or uncriticized. But as the plot unfolds events don’t always prove quite so titillating, and not a few find themselves victims of their own love of scandal.
The comedy of manners was a staple of Restoration theatre with William Congreve and Molière being its most famous proponents. After it fell out of favor it was revived in the later part of the 1700s when a new generation of playwrights like William Goldsmith and Richard Sheridan took up writing them again. Praised for its tight writing and razor wit, The School for Scandal skewered high-society with such spirited ridicule and insight that it earned Sheridan the epithet of “the modern Congreve.”
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epub:type="z3998:persona">Lady Sneerwell
This, indeed, might have assisted.
Joseph Surface
Come, come; it is not too late yet.—Knocking at the door. But hark! this is probably my uncle, Sir Oliver: retire to that room; we’ll consult farther when he is gone.
Lady Sneerwell
Well, but if he should find you out, too?
Joseph Surface
Oh, I have no fear of that. Sir Peter will hold his tongue for his own credit’s sake—and you may depend on it I shall soon discover Sir Oliver’s weak side!
Lady Sneerwell
I have no diffidence of your abilities: only be constant to one roguery at a time.
Joseph Surface
I will, I will!—
Exit Lady Sneerwell.
So! ’tis confounded hard, after such bad fortune, to be baited by one’s confederate in evil. Well, at all events, my character is so much better than Charles’s, that I certainly—hey!—what—this is not Sir Oliver, but old Stanley again. Plague on’t that he should return to tease me just now! I shall have Sir Oliver come and find him here—
Enter Sir Oliver Surface.
Gad’s life, Mr. Stanley, why have you come back to plague me at this time? You must not stay now, upon my word.
Sir Oliver
Sir, I hear your uncle Oliver is expected here, and though he has been so penurious to you, I’ll try what he’ll do for me.
Joseph Surface
Sir, ’tis impossible for you to stay now, so I must beg—come any other time, and I promise you you shall be assisted.
Sir Oliver
No: Sir Oliver and I must be acquainted.
Joseph Surface
Zounds, sir! then I insist on your quitting the room directly.
Sir Oliver
Nay, sir—
Joseph Surface
Sir, I insist on’t!—Here, William! show this gentleman out. Since you compel me, sir, not one moment—this is such insolence. Going to push him out.
Enter Charles Surface.
Charles Surface
Heyday! what’s the matter now? What the devil, have you got hold of my little broker here? Zounds, brother, don’t hurt little Premium. What’s the matter, my little fellow?
Joseph Surface
So! he has been with you too, has he?
Charles Surface
To be sure, he has. Why, he’s as honest a little—But sure, Joseph, you have not been borrowing money too, have you?
Joseph Surface
Borrowing! no! But, brother, you know we expect Sir Oliver here every—
Charles Surface
O Gad, that’s true! Noll mustn’t find the little broker here, to be sure.
Joseph Surface
Yet Mr. Stanley insists—
Charles Surface
Stanley! why his name’s Premium.
Joseph Surface
No, sir, Stanley.
Charles Surface
No, no, Premium.
Joseph Surface
Well, no matter which—but—
Charles Surface
Ay, ay, Stanley or Premium, ’tis the same thing, as you say; for I suppose he goes by half a hundred names, besides A. B. at the coffeehouse. Knocking.
Joseph Surface
’Sdeath! here’s Sir Oliver at the door. — Now I beg, Mr. Stanley—
Charles Surface
Ay, ay, and I beg Mr. Premium—
Sir Oliver
Gentlemen—
Joseph Surface
Sir, by Heaven you shall go!
Charles Surface
Ay, out with him, certainly!
Sir Oliver
This violence—
Joseph Surface
Sir, ’tis your own fault.
Charles Surface
Out with him, to be sure. Both forcing Sir Oliver out.
Enter Sir Peter and Lady Teazle, Maria, and Rowley.
Sir Peter
My old friend, Sir Oliver—hey! What in the name of wonder—here are dutiful nephews—assault their uncle at a first visit!
Lady Teazle
Indeed, Sir Oliver, ’twas well we came in to rescue you.
Rowley
Truly it was; for I perceive, Sir Oliver, the character of old Stanley was no protection to you.
Sir Oliver
Nor of Premium either: the necessities of the former could not extort a shilling from that benevolent gentleman; and with the other I stood a chance of faring worse than my ancestors, and being knocked down without being bid for.
Joseph Surface
Charles!
Charles Surface
Joseph!
Joseph Surface
’T is now complete!
Charles Surface
Very.
Sir Oliver
Sir Peter, my friend, and Rowley too—look on that elder nephew of mine. You know what he has already received from my bounty; and you also know how gladly I would have regarded half my fortune as held in trust for him: judge then my disappointment in discovering him to be destitute of truth, charity, and gratitude!
Sir Peter
Sir Oliver, I should be more surprised at this declaration, if I had not myself found him to be mean, treacherous, and hypocritical.
Lady Teazle
And if the gentleman pleads not guilty to these, pray let him call me to his character.
Sir Peter
Then, I believe, we need add no more: if he knows himself, he will consider it as the most perfect punishment that he is known to the world.
Charles Surface
If they talk this way to Honesty, what will they say to me, by and by? Aside.Sir Peter, Lady Teazle, and Maria retire.
Sir Oliver
As for that prodigal, his brother there—
Charles Surface
Ay, now comes my turn: the damned family pictures will ruin me! Aside.
Joseph Surface
Sir Oliver—uncle, will you honour me with a hearing?
Charles Surface
Now, if Joseph would make one of his long speeches, I might recollect myself a little. Aside.
Sir Oliver
I suppose you would undertake to justify yourself entirely? To Joseph Surface.
Joseph Surface
I trust I could.
Sir Oliver
To Charles Surface. Well, sir!—and you could justify yourself too, I suppose?
Charles Surface
Not that I know of, Sir Oliver.
Sir Oliver
What! Little Premium has been let too much into the secret, I suppose?
Charles Surface
True, sir; but they were family secrets, and should not be mentioned again, you know.
Rowley
Come, Sir Oliver, I know you cannot speak of Charles’s follies with anger.
Sir Oliver
Odds heart, no more I can; nor with gravity either. — Sir Peter, do you know the rogue bargained with me for all his ancestors; sold me judges and generals by the foot, and maiden aunts as cheap as broken china.
Charles Surface
To be sure, Sir Oliver, I did make a little free with the family canvas, that’s the truth on’t. My ancestors may rise in judgment against me, there’s no denying it; but believe me sincere when I tell you—and upon my soul I would
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