Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated), page 739
MR HEMSTOCK
HARRY HEMSTOCK
BARON RUDOLF VON RUGE
THE BAKER, JOB ARTHUR BOWERS
MRS SUSY SMALLEY
DR FOULES
RACHEL WILCOX
BARONESS VON RUGE
MR WILCOX
ACT I
SCENE I
The downstairs front room of a moderate-sized cottage. There is a wide fireplace, with a heaped-up ashy fire. The parlour is used as a bedroom, and contains a heavy old-fashioned mahogany dressing-table, a washstand, and a bedstead whose canopy is missing, so that the handsome posts stand like ruined columns. The room is in an untidy, neglected condition, medicine bottles and sickroom paraphernalia littered about. In the bed, a woman between sixty and seventy, with a large-boned face, and a long plait of fine dark hair. Enter the parish NURSE, in uniform, but without cloak and bonnet. She is a well-built woman of some thirty years, smooth-haired, pale, soothing in manner.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Eh, Nurse, I’m glad to see thee. I han been motherless while thou’s been away.
NURSE: Haven’t they looked after you, Mrs Hemstock?
MRS HEMSTOCK: They hanna, Nurse. Here I lie, day in, day out, like a beetle on my back, an’ not a soul comes nigh me, saving th’ Mester, when ‘e’s forced. An’ ‘im. (She points to mirror of dressing-table.)
NURSE: Who is that, Mrs Hemstock?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Canna ter see ‘im? That little fat chap as stands there laughing at me.
NURSE: There’s no little fat chap, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: There is an’ a’. He’s bobbing a’ thee now.
NURSE, who has been rolling up her sleeves, showing a fine white arm, throws her rolled cuffs at the mirror.
NURSE: Then we’ll send him away.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Nay, dunna thee hurt him. ‘E’s nowt but a little chap!
NURSE: I’ll wash you, shall I?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha nedna but gi’ me a catlick. I’m as snug as a bug in a rug.
NURSE (laughing): Very well.
She goes into the kitchen.
MRS HEMSTOCK (calling): Who’s in there, Nurse?
NURSE: There’s nobody, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: I bet he’s gallivanting off after some woman.
NURSE (calling): Who?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Why, our Mester. ‘E’s a ronk ‘un, I can tell you. ‘As our Harry done it?
NURSE: Done what, Mrs Hemstock?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Cut ‘is throat. ‘E’s allers threatenin’!
NURSE (entering with a jug of hot water): What! You’re not serious, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Aren’t I? But I am. An’ ‘e’ll do it one o’ these days, if ‘e’s not a’ready. I ‘avena clapped eyes on him for five days.
NURSE: How is that?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Eh, dunna ax me. ‘E niver comes in if ‘e can ‘elp it.
NURSE: How strange! Why is it, do you think?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Summat’s gen ‘im mulligurles. ‘E’ll not live long.
NURSE: What! Harry? He’s quite young, and has nothing the matter, has he?
MRS HEMSTOCK: You know, Nurse, I ‘as a fish inside me. I wor like Jonah back’ards. I used ter feel it floppin’ about in my inside like a good ‘un, an’ nobody’d get it out —
NURSE: But Harry hasn’t got a fish in his inside —
MRS HEMSTOCK: ‘E ‘asna — but I believe ‘e’s got a leech.
NURSE: Oh!
MRS HEMSTOCK: Dunna thee wet my ‘air, Nurse — it ma’es it go grey.
NURSE (smiling): Very well, I’ll be careful. But what makes you say Harry has a leech in his inside?
MRS HEMSTOCK: On ‘is ‘eart. ‘Asn’t ter noticed ‘e gets as white-faced as a flat fish? It’s that.
NURSE: Oh, and did he swallow it?
MRS HEMSTOCK: ‘E didna. ‘E bred it like a mackerel’s head breeds maggots.
NURSE: How dreadful!
MRS HEMSTOCK: When you’ve owt up with you, you allers breed summat.
NURSE: And what was up with Mr Hemstock?
MRS HEMSTOCK: With our Mester?
NURSE: With Harry.
MRS HEMSTOCK: You knowed, didna you, as ‘e’d had ructions wi’ Rachel Wilcox?
NURSE: No.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Oh, yes. ‘E fell off ‘is bike eighteen month sin’, a’most into her lap, an’ ‘er’s been sick for ‘im ever sin’.
NURSE: But he didn’t care for her?
MRS HEMSTOCK: I dunno. ‘E went out wi’ ‘er for about twelve month — but ‘e never wanted ‘er. ‘E’s funny, an’ allers ‘as been.
NURSE: Rather churlish?
MRS HEMSTOCK: No — ’e wor allers one o’ the’ lovin’ sor’ when ‘e wor but a lad, ‘d follow me about, and “mammy” me.
NURSE: But he got into bad ways —
MRS HEMSTOCK: Well, I got sick of him stormin’ about like a cat lookin’ for her kittens, so I hustled him out. ‘E began drinkin’ a bit, an’ carryin’ on. I thought ‘e wor goin’ to be like his father for women. But ‘e wor allers a mother’s lad — an’ Rachel Wilcox cured him o’ women.
NURSE: She’s not a nice girl.
MRS HEMSTOCK: ‘E’d only ter stick ‘is ‘ead out of the door an’ ‘er’d run like a pig as ‘ears the bucket. ‘Er wor like a cat foriver slidin’, rubbin’ ‘erself against him.
NURSE: How dreadful!
MRS HEMSTOCK: But I encouraged ‘er. I thought ‘e wor such a soft ‘un, at ‘is age, a man of thirty!
NURSE: Was he always quiet?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Eh, bless you. ‘E’d talk the leg off an iron pot, once on a day. But now, it’s like pottering to get a penny out of a money box afore you can get a word from ‘im edgeways.
NURSE: And he won’t come to see you.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Not him! ‘E once had a rabbit what got consumption, an’ ‘e wouldn’t kill it, nor let me, neither would he go near it, so it died of starvation, an’ ‘e throwed a hammer at me for telling him so. You see — harsh! That’s our Mester.
NURSE: Yes. Do I hurt you? They’ve let your hair get very cottered.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Get it out, Nurse — never mind me.
Enter MR HEMSTOCK, a very white-haired old man, clean-shaven, with brown eyes. There is a certain courtliness in his quiet bearing.
MR HEMSTOCK: I’m glad to see you back, Nurse — very glad. (He bows by instinct.)
NURSE: Thank you, Mr Hemstock. I’m pleased to see you again.
MRS HEMSTOCK (to her husband): Tha’rt not ‘alf as glad to see her as I am. ‘Ere I lie from hour to hour, an’ niver a sound but cows rumblin’ and cocks shoutin’. An’ where dost reckon tha’s been? Tha’s been slivin’ somewhere like a tomcat, ever sin’ breakfast.
MR HEMSTOCK (to NURSE): I’ve been gone ten minutes. (To his wife.)I’ve on’y been for a penn’orth of barm ter ma’e thee some barm dumplings.
MRS HEMSTOCK: An’ wheer’s our Harry?
MR HEMSTOCK: He’s in garden, diggin’.
MRS HEMSTOCK: What are ter out o’ breath wi’?
MR HEMSTOCK: I’ve been runnin’ our Susy’s kids. They was drivin’ our fowls again.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha shouldna ha’ wanted ter come here, a mile away from anybody but our Susy.
NURSE: It is rather lonely — only Mrs Smalley’s farm and your cottage. And the children are rather wild.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Let me live in a street. What does colliers want livin’ in country cottages, wi’ nowt but fowls an’ things shoutin’ at you or takin’ no notice of you, as if you was not there?
MR HEMSTOCK (to NURSE): We came for the garden.
NURSE: I suppose you are still on strike.
MR HEMSTOCK: There’s talk of settlement. I see they’re opening some of the pits. But I’ve done, you know.
NURSE: Of course you have, Mr Hemstock. Harry will be glad to begin, though.
MR HEMSTOCK: I’m afraid whether ‘e’ll get a job. You see —
MRS HEMSTOCK: What hast got for dinner?
MR HEMSTOCK: Roast pork, rushes, barm dumplings.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Then look slippy about gettin’ it ready. I’m clammin’. Ha’ thy heels crack.
MR HEMSTOCK (to NURSE): You wouldn’t think she’d been bedfast thirteen month, would you?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha nedna ha’e none o’ thy palaver wi’ Nurse. Nurse, ta’e no notice o’ a word ‘e says. (HEMSTOCK goes out.)
MRS HEMSTOCK: He’s a good cook, and that’s all you can say for him.
NURSE: I think he’s very good to you, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: He’s too busy runnin’ after a parcel o’ women to be good to me.
NURSE: If all men were as good —
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha’s niver had him to put up wi’. Tha’s niver been married, ‘as ter?
NURSE: No, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: A man’s fair enough to you’ face — if ‘e’s not as fow as a jackass; but let you’ back be turned, an’ you no more know what’s in his breeches an’ waistcoat than if ‘e wor another man.
NURSE: Oh, Mrs Hemstock!
MRS HEMSTOCK: Yes, an’ tha’ll “oh” when tha knows.
NURSE: I’m sure you’re getting tired. Won’t you have your bed made?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Sin’ it’s gone that long, it might easy go a bit longer.
NURSE: Why, when was it made last?
MRS HEMSTOCK: How long has thee been gone away?
NURSE: Three weeks.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Then it’s that long.
NURSE: Oh, what a shame! Wouldn’t Mrs Smalley do it?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Our Susy! ‘Er’d better not show ‘er face inside that door.
NURSE: What a pity she’s so quarrelsome! But you will have it made?
MRS HEMSTOCK: I know tha’ll whittle me to death if I dunna. Does tha like roast pork?
NURSE: Fairly. Now, shall I lift you onto the couch?
MRS HEMSTOCK: No, tha wunna. I want na droppin’ an’ smashin’ like a pot. I’m nowt but noggins o’ bone, like iron bars in a paper bag. Eh, if I wor but the staunch fourteen stone I used to be.
NURSE: You’ve been a big woman.
MRS HEMSTOCK: I could ha’ shadowed thee an’ left plenty to spare. How heavy are ter, Nurse?
NURSE: I don’t know — about ten and a half stone. Will Mr Hemstock lift you, then?
MRS HEMSTOCK: I say, Nurse — just look under the bed, atween th’ bed slats at th’ bottom corner, an’ see if tha can see th’ will.
NURSE (doubtful): What! (She stoops dubiously.)
MRS HEMSTOCK: Right hand corner. I told the doctor to put it there. Canna ter see it?
NURSE: Oh, yes, here it is. (She reappears with an envelope.)
MRS HEMSTOCK: That’s it — it’s fastened safe. It’s a new will, Nurse. I made ‘em do it while tha wor away — doctor and Mr Leahy.
NURSE: Oh, yes —
MRS HEMSTOCK: An’ I’m not goin’ ter ha’e none on ‘em gleggin’ at it. I know our Susy often has a bit of a rummage, but I’m sharper than ‘er thinks for.
NURSE: And what shall I do with it, Mrs Hemstock?
MRS HEMSTOCK: Why, get upon th’ table, an’ look if there isna a hole in top o’ the bedpost, at th’ head there, where a peg used ter fit in.
NURSE (climbing up): Yes, there is.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Then roll it up, an’ shove it in. On’y leave a scroddy bit out.
NURSE: That’s done it, then.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha’ll know where it is, then. Tha ought, tha’s been more to me than any of my own for these twelve month.
NURSE: Oh, Mrs Hemstock, I hope —
MRS HEMSTOCK: Nay, tha nedna — tha’rt knowin’ nowt, I tell thee. How much dost reckon I’ve got, Nurse?
NURSE: I don’t know, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Over five hundred, I can tell thee. I made ‘em in a little shop as I had in Northrop when the colleries hadna started long — an’ I did well — an’ so did our Mester — an’ so ‘as th’ lads done —
NURSE: It is a good thing, for now they’re both out of work they’d have nothing.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Oh, our Harry’s got a bit of his own, an’ our Mester’s got about a hundred. It’ll keep ‘em goin’ for a bit, wi’out mine.
NURSE: You are queer, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Ha, that’s what they say about th’ Almighty — they canna ma’e Him out. But I’ll warrant He knows His own business, as I do.
NURSE: Oh, Mrs Hemstock.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Yes, an’ I want my bed makin’, dunna I? Shout our Harry. Harry! Harry!
After a moment, HARRY enters: a man of moderate stature, rather strongly built: dark hair, heavy, dark moustache, pale, rather hollow cheeks, dangerous-looking brown eyes. A certain furious shrinking from contact makes him seem young, in spite of a hangdog, heavy slouch.
HARRY (to his mother — in broad dialect): What’s want?
MRS HEMSTOCK: I s’d think it is “What’s want” an’ I hanna set eyes on thee for pretty nigh a week. Tha’ll happen come to lie thyself, my lad, an’ then tha can think o’ me hours an’ hours by mysen.
HARRY: What’s want?
MRS HEMSTOCK: An’ why art paddlin’ about in thy stockin’ feet for? Tha ‘asna gumption enough ter put thy slippers on, if ter’s been i’ th’ garden. Nurse, gi’ me a drop o’ brandy. (She lies back exhausted. NURSE administers.)
NURSE: Your mother wants lifting onto the couch, Mr Hemstock. (He comes forward.) Perhaps you will wash your hands in this water, will you — (He obeys sullenly.)
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha’d better wesh ‘em for ‘im, Nurse, ‘e’s nowt but a baby. ‘As ‘er catched thee yet? (He does not answer.) ‘E dursna go round th’ corner, Nurse, for fear of a bogey — durst ter, eh? ‘E’s scared to death of a wench, so ‘e goes about wi’ a goose.
A goose comes paddling into the room and wanders up to HARRY.
NURSE: Hullo, Patty! You dear old silly.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Dost like ‘er, Nurse?
NURSE: She’s a dear old thing.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Then tha’ll like him. He’s just the same: soft, canna say a word, thinks a mighty lot of himself, an’s scared to death o’ nowt.
NURSE: Oh, Mrs Hemstock!
MRS HEMSTOCK: I canna abide a sawney.
NURSE: Are you ready, Mr Hemstock?
He comes forward. NURSE wraps Mrs Hemstock in a quilt.
MRS HEMSTOCK: To think as I should be crippled like this!
NURSE: Yes, it is dreadful.
HARRY lifts his mother — NURSE showing him how.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Tha’s got fingers like gre’t tree-roots.
NURSE shows him how to place his hands. Then she lifts the trailing quilt and follows him to the couch.
MRS HEMSTOCK (rather faintly): I canna abide to feel a man’s arms shiverin’ agen me. It ma’es me feel like a tallywag post hummin’.
NURSE: There, be still — you are upset. I’m sure Mr Hemstock did it gently.
She stoops and strokes Tatty, who is crouched near the bed. HARRY moves as if to go.
Will you fetch clean sheets and pillow slips — be quick, will you?
HARRY goes out. NURSE begins to make the bed.
MRS HEMSTOCK: Isna ‘e like that there goose, now?
NURSE: Well, I’m sure Patty’s a very lovable creature.
MRS HEMSTOCK: I’m glad tha thinks so. It’s not many as can find in their heart to love a gaby like that.
NURSE: Poor Patty!
MRS HEMSTOCK: An’ that other hussy on’y wants him cause she canna get him.
NURSE: It’s often the case.
MRS HEMSTOCK: It is wi’ a woman who’s that cunning at kissin’ an’ cuddlin’ that a man ‘ud run after ‘er a hundred miles for the same again.
NURSE: Is she clever, then?
MRS HEMSTOCK: She melts herself into a man like butter in a hot tater. She ma’es him feel like a pearl button swimmin’ away in hot vinegar. That’s what I made out from ‘im.
