Oklahoma script

Oklahoma script

OklahomaScript - Broadway musical

-ACT I-

Music: OVERTURE
Scene 1

(The setting is the front of Laurey's farmhouse. "It is a radiant summer morning several years ago,
the kind of morning which, enveloping the shapes of earth men, cattle in a meadow,
blades of the young corn, streams-makes them seem to exist now for the first time,
their images giving off a golden emanation that is partly true and partly a trick of the imagination,
focusing to keep alive a loveliness that may pass away")

Music 1: OPENING ACT I-OH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNIN'

(SCENE: Aunt Eller Murphy, a buxom hearty woman about fifty, is sitting
behind a wooden, brass-banded churn, looking out over the meadow-which is
the audience-a contented look on her face, churning to the rhythm of a
gentle melody. Somewhere a dog barks twice and stops quickly, reassured. A
turkey gobbler makes his startled, swallowing noise. And, like the voice of
the morning, a song comes from somewhere, growing louder as the young singer comes nearer.)

CURLY: (Sings offstage):

There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow.
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye

(He enters and stands tentatively outside the gate to the front yard)

An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way.

(Curly opens the gate and walks over to the porch, obviously singing for the
benefit of someone inside the house, Aunt Eller looks straight ahead, elaborately ignoring Curly)

All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues.
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin', Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin' Ev'rythin's goin' my way.

(He comes up behind Aunt Eller and shouts in her ear)

CURLY: Hi, Aunt Eller!

AUNT ELLER: Skeer me to death! Whut' re you doin' around here?

CURLY: Come a-singin' to you.

(sings)
All the sounds of the earth are like music-
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' weepin' wilier is laughin' at me!
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way. . . .
Oh, what a beautiful day!

(Aunt Eller resumes churning, Curly looks wistfully up at the house, then turns back to Aunt Eller)

AUNT ELLER: If I wasn't a ole womern, and if you wasn't so young and smart
alecky-why, I'd marry you and git you to set around at night and sing to me.

CURLY: No, you wouldn't neither. Cuz I wouldn't marry you ner none of yer
kinfolks, I could he'p it. (Crosses up to porch)

AUNT ELLER: (Wisely) Oh, none of my kinfolks, huh?

CURLY: (Raising his voice so that Laurey will hear if she is inside the
House) And you c'n tell 'em that, all of 'm, includin' that niece of your'n, Miss Laurey Williams!

(Aunt Eller continues to churn. Curly comes down to her right and speaks deliberately)

CURLY: Aunt Eller, if you was to tell me whur Laurey was at-whur would you tell me she was at?

AUNT ELLER: I wouldn't tell you a-tall. Fer as fer as I c'n make out, Laurey ain't payin' you no heed.

CURLY: So, she don't take to me much, huh? Whur'd you git sich a uppity
niece 'at wouldn't pay no heed to me? Who's the best bronc buster in this yere territory?

AUNT ELLER: You, I bet.

CURLY: And the best bull-dogger in seventeen counties? Me, that's who! And looky here, I'm handsome, ain't I?

AUNT ELLER: Purty as a pitcher.

CURLY: Curly-headed, ain't I? And bow-legged from the saddle fer God knows how long, ain't I?

AUNT ELLER: Couldn't stop a pig in the road.

CURLY: Well, whut else does she want then, the damn she-mule?

AUNT ELLER: I don't know. But I'm shore sartin it ain't you. Who you takin' to the Box Social tonight?

CURLY: Ain't thought much about it.

AUNT ELLER: Bet you come over to ast Laurey.

CURLY: Whut 'f I did?

AUNT ELLER: You astin' me too? I'll wear my fascinator.

CURLY: Yeow, you too. (Laughing)

Music 2: LAUREY'S ENTRANCE - Oklahoma Musical Script -

LAUREY: (Singing from the house)
Oh, what a beautiful mornin' . . .

(Curly crosses up to up end of steps, leans against upstage porch post,
Laurey enters, carrying table cloth, singing, ignoring Curly)

Oh, what a beautiful day-

(Shakes cloth and speaks as she gives Curly a brief glance)

LAUREY: Oh, I thought you was somebody. (Hangs cloth on lines, crosses up left and sings)
I got a beautiful feelin' Ev'rythin's goin' my way.

LAUREY: Is this all that's come a-callin' and it a'ready ten o'clock of a
Sattiddy mornin'?

CURLY: You knowed it was me 'fore you opened the door.

LAUREY: No sich of a thing.

CURLY: You did, too! You heared my voice and knowed it was me.

LAUREY: I heard a voice a-talkin' rumbly along with Aunt Eller. And
heared someone a-singin' like a bull-frog in a pond.

CURLY: You knowed it was me, so you set in there a-thinkin' up sump'n mean
to say. I'm a good mind not to ast you to the Box Social.

LAUREY: If you did ast me, I wouldn't go with you. Besides, how'd you
take me? You ain't bought a new buggy with red wheels onto it, have you?

CURLY: No, I ain't.

LAUREY: And a spankin' team with their bridles all jinglin'?

CURLY: No.

LAUREY: 'Spect me to ride on behind ole Dun, I guess. You better ast that
ole Cummin's girl you've tuck sich a shine to, over acrost the river.

CURLY: If I was to ast you, they'd be a way to take you, Miss Laurey Smarty.

LAUREY: Oh, they would?

(Curly now proceeds to stagger Laurey with an idea. But she doesn't let on at first how she is "tuck up" with it.
Aunt Eller is the one who falls like a ton of bricks immediately and helps Curly try to sell it to Laurey)

Music 3: THE SURREY WITH THE FRINGE ON TOP

CURLY: (Sings)
When I take you out tonight with me,
Honey, here's the way if s goin' to be;
You will set behind a team of snow-white horses In the slickest gig you ever see!

AUNT ELLER: (Spoken) Lands!

CURLY:
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
Watch thet fringe and see how it flutters,
When I drive them high-steppin' strutters!
Nosey-pokes'll peek thru' their shutters, and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y'c'n roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather-
Two bright side-lights, winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig, I'm a thinkin'!

You c'n keep yer rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top!

(Laurey still pretends unconcern, but she is obviously slipping)

AUNT ELLER: (Spoken to music) Would y' say the fringe was made of silk?

CURLY: (Sings)
Wouldn't have no other kind but silk.

LAUREY: (Follows and sings-she's only human) Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?

CURLY: (Sings) One's like snow-the other's more like milk.

AUNT ELLER: (Spoken) So y'can tell 'em apart!

CURLY: (Sings)
All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
When we hit that road, hell fer leather-
Cats and dogs'll dance in the heather,
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,
The cows'll moo in the clover,
The river will ripple out a whispered song, And whisper it over and over:

(In a loud whisper)

Don't you wisht y'd go on ferever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on ferever?

(Aunt Eller's and Laurey's lips move involuntarily, shaping the same words)

Don't you wisht y'd go on ferever and ud never stop
In that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top?

(Music continues under dialogue)

AUNT ELLER: Y'd shore feel like a queen settin' up in that carriage!

CURLY: (Over-confident) On'y she talked so mean to me a while back,
Aunt Eller, I'm a good mind not to take her.

LAUREY: Ain't said I was goin'!

CURLEY: (The fool) Ain't ast you!

LAUREY: Whur'd you git sich a rig at? (Crosses to Aunt Eller. With explosive laughter, seeing a chance
for revenge) Anh! I bet he's went and h'ard a rig over to Claremore! Thinkin' I'd go with him!

CURLY: 'S all you know about it.

LAUREY: Spent all his money h'arin' a rig, and now ain't got nobody to ride in it!

CURLY: (Crosses to her) Have, too! ... Did not h'ar it. Made the whole thing up outa my head.

LAUREY: What? Made it up?

CURLY: Dashboard and all.

LAUREY: (Flying at him) Oh! Git offa the place, you! Aunt Eller, make him
git hisse'f outa here! (Picks up a broom, chases him to gate up center) Tellin' me lies!

CURLY: Makin' up a few-look out now! (Dodging her) Makin' up a few purties
ain't agin' no law 'at I know of. (Laurey turns her back to him, comes down
center and sits. He comes up behind her. The music, which had become more
turbulent to match the scene, now softens) Don't you wish they was sich a
rig, though? Nen y'could go to the play party and do a hoe-down till mornin'
if you was a mind to ... Nen when you was all won? out, I'd lift you on to
the surrey; and jump up alongside of you-and we'd jist point the horses home
... I can jist pitcher the whole thing . . .

(Curly gradually works his way down center, and sits down beside Laurey,
Aunt Eller beams on them as curly sings very softly)

I can see the stars gittin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey,
Ridin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top.
I can feel the day gittin' older,
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder,
Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder till it falls, kerplop!

(Her head gently drops on his shoulder, and he puts his arm around her)

The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill,
The moon is takin' a header, And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still,
A Iark'11 wake up in the medder. . . .
Hush! You bird, my baby's a sleepin'-
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'

(Soothing and slower)

Whoa! You team, and jist keep a-creepin' at a slow clip-clop.
Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top.

(There is silence and contentment, but only for a brief moment. Laurey
starts slowly to emerge from the enchantment of his description)

LAUREY: On'y . . . on'y there ain't no sich rig. You just said you made the whole thing up.

CURLY: Well - (Follows her)

LAUREY: Why'd you come around here with yer stories and lies, gittin'
me all worked up that a-way? Talkin' 'bout the sun swimmin' on the hill, and
all-like it was so. Who'd want to ride 'longside of you anyway?

(Turns her back to him. Ike Skidmore and Slim enter and stand outside the gate, looking on)

AUNT ELLER: Whyn't you jist grab her and kiss her when she acts
that-a-way, Curly? She's jist achin' fer you to, I bet.

LAUREY: Oh, I won't even speak to him, let alone 'low him to kiss me, the
braggin', bow-legged, wish't-he-had-a sweetheart bum!

(She flounces into the house, slams the door porch right)

AUNT ELLER: She likes you-quite a lot.

CURLY: Whew! If she liked me any more she'd sic the dogs onto me. (Pause)
Aunt Eller, I got to know sumpin'. Listen, who's the low, filthy sneak 'at Laurey's got her cap set for?

AUNT ELLER: You.

CURLY: Never mind 'at. They must be plenty of men a-tryin' to spark
her. And she shorely leans to one of 'em. Now don't she?

AUNT ELLER: Well, they is that fine farmer, Jace Hutchins, jist this side
of Lone Ellum-Nen thet ole widder man at Claremore, makes
out he's a doctor or a vet'nary-

(Jud Fry, a burly, scowling man enters up left carrying firewood, crossing to house right)

CURLY: That's whut I thought. Hello, Jud.

JUD: Hello, yourself. (Exits into house)

AUNT ELLER: (Significantly, looking in Jud's direction) Nen of course there's someone nearer
home that's got her on his mind most of the time, till he don't know a plow from a thrashin' machine.

CURLY: (Jerking his head up towards house) Him?

AUNT ELLER: Yeah, Jud Fry.

CURLY: That bullet-colored, growly man?

AUNT ELLER: Now don't say nuthin' agin him! He's the best hired hand I ever
had. Jist about runs the farm by hisself. Well, two women couldn't do it, you orta know that.

CURLY: Laurey'd take up 'th a man like that!

AUNT ELLER: I ain't said she's tuck up with him.

CURLY: Well, he's around all the time, ain't he? Lives here.

AUNT ELLER: Out in the smokehouse.

(Enter Ike Skidmore and his two teenaged daughters followed by Slim)

IKE: Hi y', Aunt Eller.

AUNT ELLER: Mornin', Ike.

IKE: We're goin' over to th' station. Need anythin' in Claremore?

AUNT ELLER: You c'n take me with you. There's sumpin on that train I gotta
pick up. (She goes over to the porch to put on her fascinator for the trip to Claremore) Sumpin' personal.

SLIM: (To Curly) Hey, Curly.

CURLY: Oh, hey Slim.

SLIM: Y'git it?

CURLY: Git whut?

SLIM: (To Curly) Y'git the wagon hitched up?

AUNT ELLER: Whut wagon?

CURLY: They's a crowd of folks comin' down from Bushyhead for the Box Social.

SLIM: Curly said mebbe you'd loan us yer big wagon to bring 'em up to Mr. Skidmore's ranch.

AUNT ELLER: Course I would, if he'd ast me.

CURLY: (Embarrassed) Got to talkin' 'bout lot of other things. I'll go hitch up the horses now 'f you say it's all right.

IKE: Time we got goin'.

AUNT ELLER: (Crosses up to gate, calling to him) Hey, Curly, tell all the
girls in Bushy head to stop by here and freshen up. It's a long way to Skidmore's.

(As they exit through gate and go off)

IKE: Thanks fer the loan of the wagon, Aunt Eller.

AUNT ELLER: That's all right.

(Segue into the Claremore rail station)

Scene Change Music

Scene 2 - Oklahoma Musical Script -

(SCENE: The railway station in Claremore. A group of boys are
shouting boisterously and pushing Will Parker. A porter is moving freshly
arrived luggage around the platform. Aunt Eller and the Skidmores enter)

PORTER: Hi, Aunt Eller.

(The Porter goes over to a stack of trunks and finds a cardboard dress box
tied up with string and gives it to Aunt Eller. She puts the boc under her arm and crosses to Will)

AUNT ELLER: Hi, Will!

WILL: Hi, Aunt Eller!

AUNT ELLER: What happened at the fair? You do any good in the steer ropin'?

WILL: I did purty good. I won it.

IKE: Good boy!

SLIM: Always knowed y'would.

AUNT ELLER: Ain't nobody c'n sling a rope like our territory boys.

WILL: Cain't stay but a minnit, Aunt Eller. Got to git over to Ado Annie.
Don't you remember, her paw said 'f I ever was worth fifty dollars I could have her.

AUNT ELLER: Fifty dollars! That whut they give you fer prize money?

WILL: That's whut!

AUNT ELLER: Lands, if Annie's paw keeps his promise we'll be dancin' at yer weddin'. (All laugh)

WILL: If he don't keep his promise I'll take her right from under his nose,
and I won't give him the present I brung fer him. (He takes "The Little
Wonder" from his pocket and moves down left. This is a small cylindrical
toy, with a peep-hole at one end) Look, fellers, whut I got fer Ado Annie's
paw! (The boys crowd round) 'Scuse us, Aunt Eller (Illustrating to the boys,
lowering his voice) You hold it up to yer eyes, like this. Then when you git
a good look, you turn it around at th' top and the pitcher changes.

IKE: (Looking into it) Well, I'll be side-gaited! (The boys line up and take turns, making appropriate exclamations)

WILL: They call it "The Little Wonder"!

AUNT ELLER: Silly goats! (But her curiosity gets the better of her. She
yanks a little man out of the line, takes his place, gets hold of "The
Little Wonder" and takes a look) The hussy! . . . Ought to be ashamed of
herself. (Glaring at Will) You, too! . . . How do you turn the thing to see
the other pitcher? (Looking again, and turning) Wait, I'm gettin' it ...
(When she gets it, she takes it away from her eye quickly and, handing it to
Will, walks away in shocked silence. Then she suddenly "busts out laughin' ")
I'm a good mind to tell Annie on yer.

WILL: Please don't, Aunt Eller. She wouldn't understand.

AUNT ELLER: No tellin' what you been up to. Bet you carried on plenty in Kansas City.

Music 4: KANSAS CITY

WILL: I wouldn't exactly call it carryin' on. But I shore did see some
things I never see before. (He sings)
I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y.
By Sattidy I l'arned a thing or two.
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modern world was comin' to!
I counted twenty gas buggies goin' by theirsel's
Almost ev'ry time I tuck a walk.
Nen I put my ear to a Bell Telephone
And a strange womern started in to talk!

AUNT ELLER: (Spoken) Whut next!

BOYS: Yeah, whut!

WILL: (Spoken) Whut next? (He sings)
Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
They went and built a skyscraper seven stories high-
About as high as a buildin' orta grow.

(Boys whistle)

Ev'rythin's like a dream in Kansas City.
It's better than a magic-lantern show!
Y'c'n turn the radiator on whenever you want some heat.
With ev'ry kind o' comfort ev'ry house is all complete.
You c'n walk to privies in the rain an' never wet yer feet!
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!

ALL: (Spoken) Yes, sir! (They sing) They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!

WILL:
Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
They got a big theayter they call a burleeque.
Fer fifty cents you c'n see a dandy show.
One of the gals was fat and pink and pretty,
As round above as she was round below.
I could swear that she was padded from her shoulder to her heel,
But later in the second act when she began to peel
She proved that ev'ry thin' she had was absolutely real!

AUNT ELLER: (Sings)
She went about as fur as she could go!

ALL: (Spoken) Yes, sir! (They sing)
She went about as fur as she could go!

(Will starts two-stepping)

IKE: Whut you doin'?

WILL: This is the two-step. That's all they're dancin' nowadays. The waltz is through. Ketch on to it?
A one and a two-a one and a two. Course they don't do it alone. C'mon, Aunt Eller.

(Will dances Aunt Eller around. At the end of the refrain she is all tuckered out)

AUNT ELLER: (Sings)
And that's about as fur as I c'n go!

ALL: (Spoken) Yes, sir! (They sing) And that's about as fur as she c'n go!

(Will starts to dance alone)

FRED: Whut you doin' now, Will?

WILL: That's rag-time. Seen a couple a fellers doin' it on the street.

(And Will does his stuff, accompanied by some of the dancing boys and the
two Skidmore girls. At the end of the number Will lets out a loud "Yahoo". Blackout)

Scene Change Music

Scene 3 - Oklahoma Musical Script -

(SCENE: A country road leading towards Laurey' farmhouse. Laurey is walking,
barefoot away from her house carrying a cane fishing pole and an old book in
which she is totally engrossed. Ali Hakim, the Persian peddler enters from
the opposite side, heading towards the farmhouse. He is announcing he is
open for business by chanting his name over and over. Behind he pulls a
large cart loaded with his wares. Following Ali and his cart is Ado Annie
with a lunch hamper. Laurey happens to look up from her book and notices Ado Annie)

LAUREY: (Calling) Yoohoo! Ado Annie!

ADO ANNIE: Hello, Laurey. (Puts hamper down center)

(Ali stops pulling his cart, his little beady eyes sparkling professionally.
He rushes over and, to Laurey's alarm, kisses her hand)

ALI: My, oh my! Miss Laurey! Jippity crickets, how high you have growed up!
Last time I come through here, you was tiny like a shrimp, with freckles.
Now look at you-a great big beautiful lady!

LAUREY: Quit it a-bitin' me! If you ain't had no breakfast go and eat yerself a green apple.

ALI: All right, I take my things up to the house. (He heads towards the cart
and Ado Annie begins to follow him. He turns toward her) I see you in a
minnit, Baby. (Blows Ado Annie a kiss) Bing! (Chants as he pulls cart offstage) A - li - Hak -keem!

LAUREY: Will Parker's back from Kansas City. He's lookin' fer yer.

(Ado Annie's brows knit to meet a sudden problem)

ADO ANNIE: Will Parker! I didn't count on him bein' back so soon!

LAUREY: I can see that! Been ridin' a piece?

ADO ANNIE: The peddler -man's gonna drive me to the Box Social. I got up sort of a tasty lunch
.
LAUREY: Ado Annie! Have you tuck up with that peddler-man!

ADO ANNIE: N-not yit.

LAUREY: But yer promised to Will Parker, ain't yer?

ADO ANNIE: Not what you might say promised. I jist told him mebbe.

LAUREY: Don't y' like him no more?

ADO ANNIE: 'Course I do. They won't never be nobody like Will.

LAUREY: Then whut about this peddler-man!

ADO ANNIE: (Looking off wistfully) They won't never be nobody like him, neither.

LAUREY: Well, which one d'you like the best?

ADO ANNIE: Whutever one I'm with.

LAUREY: (Laughing) Well you air a silly!

ADO ANNIE: Now, Laurey, you know they didn't nobody pay me no mind up to
this year, count of I was scrawney and flat as a beanpole. 'Nen I kind of
rounded up a little and now the boys act diff 'rent to me.

LAUREY: Well, whut's wrong with that?

ADO ANNIE: Nuthin' wrong. I like it. I like it so much when a feller talks
purty to me I get all shaky from horn to hoof! Don't you?

LAUREY: (Pause) Cain't think whut yer talkin' about. (Walks away from her, scowling.)

ADO ANNIE: Don't you feel kind of sorry fer a feller when he looks like he
wants to kiss you?

LAUREY: Well, you just cain't go around kissin' every man that asts you! Didn't anybody ever tell you that?

ADO ANNIE: Yeow, they told me. . . . (She sings)

Music 6: I CAIN'T SAY NO!

ADO ANNIE:
It ain't so much a question of not knowin' whut to do,
I knowed whuf s right and wrong since I been ten.
I heared a lot of stories-and I reckon they are true-
About how girls 're put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit,
But when I'm with a feller-I fergit!

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
I'm in a tumble fix.
I always say, come on, le's go-
Jist when I orta say nix!
When a person tries to kiss a girl
I know she orta give his face a smack.
But as soon as someone kisses me
I somehow sorta wanta kiss him back!
I'm jist a fool when lights are low.
I cain't be prissy and quaint-
I ain't the type thet c'n faint-
How c'n I be whut I ain't?
I cain't say no!

Whut you goin' to do when a feller gits flirty
And starts to talk purty?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at yer lips're like cherries,
Er roses, er berries?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at you're sweeter 'n cream?
And he's gotta have cream er die?
Whut you goin' to do when he talks thet way?
Spit in his eye?

I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all.
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call.
Fer a while I ack refined and cool,
A-settin' on the velveteen settee-
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule,
And do (er him whut he would do fer me!

I cain't resist a Romeo In a sombrero and chaps.
Soon as I sit on their laps Somethin' inside of me snaps I cain't say no!

(Crosses to hamper, sits on hamper for the big finish. Blackout)

Scene Change Music 7: I CAINT SAY NO! (Encore)

Scene 4 - Oklahoma Musical Script -

(SCENE: Laurey's Farmhouse. Ali's cart is parked near the porch. Laurey and
Ado Annie enter. Each is eating an apple)

ADO ANNIE: It's like I tole you, I git sorry fer them!

LAUREY: I wouldn't feel sorry fer any man, no matter whut!

ADO ANNIE: With Ali Hakim now:

LAUREY: Ali Hakim! That his name?

ADO ANNIE: Yeah, it's Persian.

LAUREY: You shore fer sartin' you love him better'n you love Will?

ADO ANNIE: I was shore. And now that ol' Will has to come home and
first thing you know he'll start talkin' purty to me and changin' my mind back!

LAUREY: But Will wants to marry you.

ADO ANNIE: So does Aii Hakim.

LAUREY: Did he ast yer?

ADO ANNIE: Not direckly. But how I know is he said this mornin' when
we was ridin' in his buggy that he wanted fer me to drive like that with him
to the end of the world. Well, 'f we only drove as fur as Catoosie that'd
take to sundown, wouldn't it? Nen we'd have to go som'eres and be all night
together, and bein' together all night means he wants a weddin'-don't it?

(Enter Aunt Eller, back from the station. She sets her package on the porch)

AUNT ELLER: Not to a peddler it don't!

ADO ANNIE: Hi, Aunt Eller!

AUNT ELLER: Hi, yourself.

(Enter Ali Hakim. He crosses towards his cart)

AUNT ELLER: Why, it's that ole peddler! (Crosses to cart) The one that sold
me that eggbeater! Tol' me that eggbeater ud beat up eggs, and wring out
dishrags, and turn the ice-cream freezer, and I don't know whut all!

ALI: All right! All right! If the eggbeater don't work 1 give you something just as good!

AUNT ELLER: Jist as good! If s got to be a thousand million times better!

ALI: Now, Aunt Eller, just lissen-

AUNT ELLER: (Shouting) I ain't yer Aunt Eller! Don't you call me Aunt
Eller, you little wart. (The girls burst out in laughter at Aunt Eller's treatment of Ali) I'm mad at you.

ALI: Don't you go and be mad at me. Ain't I said I'd give you a present?
(Getting his suitcases from his cart) Something to wear.

AUNT ELLER: Foot! Got things fer to wear. Wouldn't have it. Whut is it?

ALI: (Holding up garter) Real silk. Made in Persia!

AUNT ELLER: Whut'd I want with a ole Persian garter?

ADO ANNIE: Oh! They look awful purty. Aunt Eller, with bows onto 'em and all.

AUNT ELLER: I'll try 'em on.

ALI: Hold out your foot.

(Aunt Eller obeys mechanically. But when he gets the garter over her ankle, she kicks him down)

AUNT ELLER: Did you have any idy I was goin' ter let you slide that garter
up my limb? (She stoops over and starts to pull the garter up) Grab onto my
petticoats, Laurey. (Noticing Ali looking at her, she turns her back on him
pointedly and goes on with the operation, Ali turns to Ado Annie)

ALI: Funny woman. Would be much worse if I tried to take your garters off.
(Crosses back to suitcase center)

ADO ANNIE: Yeh, cuz that 'ud make her stockin's fall down, wouldn't it?

AUNT ELLER: Now give me the other one.

ALI: Which one? (Picking it out of his case) Oh, you want to buy this one to match? (Crosses to Aunt Eller)

AUNT ELLER: Whut do you mean do I want to buy it?

ALI: I can let you have it for fifty cents-four bits.

AUNT ELLER: Do you want me to get that eggbeater and ram it down your
windpipe! (She snatches the second one away)

ALI: All right-all right. Don't anybody want to buy something? How about
you, Miss Laurey? Must be wanting something-a pretty young girl like you.

LAUREY: Me? Course I want sump'n. (Working up to a kind of abstracted
ecstasy) Want a buckle made outa shiny silver to fasten onto my shoes! Want
a dress with lace. Want perfume, wanta be purty, wanta smell like a honeysuckle vine!

AUNT ELLER: Give her a cake of soap.

LAUREY: Want things I've heard of and never had before-a rubber-t'ard buggy,
a cut-glass sugar bowl. Want things I can't tell you about-not only things
to look at and hold in yer hands. Things to happen to you. Things so nice,
if they ever did happen to you, yer heart ud quit beatin'. You'd fall down dead!

ALI: I've got just the thing for you! (Crosses to suitcase, fishes in it and
pulls out a bottle) The Elixir of Egypt! (He holds the bottle high)

LAUREY: What's 'at?

ALI: It's a secret formula, belonged to Pharaoh's daughter!

AUNT ELLER: (Leaning over and pulling her nose to it) Smellin' salts!

ALI: (Snatching it away) But a special kind of smelling salts. Read what it
says on the label: 'Take a deep breath and you see everything dear." That's
what Pharaoh's daughter used to do. When she had a hard problem to decide,
like what prince she ought to marry, or what dress to wear to a party, or
whether she ought to cut off somebody's head-she'd take a whiff of this.

AUNT ELLER: Fiddlesticks.

LAUREY: (Excited) I'll take a bottle of that, Mr. Peddler.

ALI: Precious stuff.

LAUREY: How much?

ALI: Two bits. (She pays him and takes the bottle)

AUNT ELLER: Throwin' away yer money!

LAUREY: (Holding the bottle close to her, thinking aloud) Helps you to decide what to do!

ALI: (To Aunt Eller) Now don't you want me to show you some pretty dewdads?
You know, with lace around the bottom, and ribbons running in and put?

AUNT ELLER: You mean fancy drawers?

ALI: (Taking a pair out of suitcase) All made in Paris.

AUNT ELLER: Well, I never wear that kind myself, but I shore do like to look at 'em.

(Ali takes out a pair of red flannel drawers)

ADO ANNIE: (Dubiously) Yeah, they's all right-if you ain't goin' no place.

AUNT ELLER: Bring yer trappin's inside; mebbe I c'n find you sump'n to eat and drink,

(Aunt Eller exits right into house, Ali starts to repack. The two girls whisper for a moment)

LAUREY: Well, ast him, why don't you? (She giggles and exits into house)

ADO ANNIE: Ali, me and Laurey've been havin' a argument.

ALI: About what, Baby?

ADO ANNIE: About what you meant when you said that about drivin' with me to the end of the world.

ALI: (Cagily) Well, I didn't mean really to the end of the world.

ADO ANNIE: Then how far did you want to go?

ALI: Oh, about as far as-say-Claremore-to the hotel.

ADO ANNIE: Whut's at the hotel?

ALI: (Ready for the kill) In front of the hotel is a veranda-inside is a lobby-upstairs-upstairs might be Paradise.

ADO ANNIE: I thought they was jist bedrooms.

ALI: For you and me, Baby-Paradise.

ADO ANNIE: Y'see! I knew I was right and Laurey was wrong! You do want to marry me, don't you?

ALI: (Embracing her impulsively) Ah, Ado Annie! (Pulling away) What did you say?

ADO ANNIE: I said you do want to marry me, don't you. What did you say?

ALI: I didn't say nothing!

WILL: (Offstage) Yoohoo, Ado Annie, I'm back!

ADO ANNIE: Oh foot! Jist when-'Lo, Will! That's Will Parker. Promise me you won't fight him.

ALI:: Why fight? I never saw the man before. I only fight with my Friends. (Will enters)

WILL: Ado Annie! (He embraces her, lifting her off her feet) How's my
honey-bunch? How's the sweetest little hundred-and-ten pounds of sugar in the territory?

ADO ANNIE: (Confused) Er-Will, this is Ali Hakim.

WILL: How are yuh, Hak? Don't mind the way I talk. 'S all right. I'm goin' to marry her.

ALI: (Delighted) Marry her? On purpose?

WILL: Well, sure. (Sets her dawn)

ADO ANNIE: No sich of a thing!

ALI: It's a wonderful thing to be married. (He starts off.)

ADO ANNIE: Ali!

ALI: I got a brother in Persia, got six wives.

ADO ANNIE: Six wives? All at once?

WILL: Shore. 'At's a way they do in them countries.

ALI: Not always. I got another brother in Persia only got one wife. He's a bachelor. (Exit into house)

ADO ANNIE: Look, Will

WILL: Look, Will, nuthin'. Know whut I got fer first prize at the fair? Fifty dollars!

ADO ANNIE: Well that was good . . . (The significance suddenly dawning on her) Fifty dollars?

WILL: Ketch on? Yer Paw promised I cud marry you 'f I cud git fifty dollars.

ADO ANNIE: 'At's right, he did.

WILL: Know what I done with it? Spent it all on presents fer you!

ADO ANNIE: But if you spent it you ain't got the cash.

WILL: Whut I got is worth more'n the cash. Feller who sold me the stuff told me!

ADO ANNIE: But, Will . . .

WILL: Stop sayin' "But, Will"-When do I get a little kiss? Oh, Ado
Annie, honey, y'aint been off my mind since I left. All the time at the
fair-grounds even, when I was chasin' steers. I'd rope one under the hoofs
and pull him up sharp, and he'd land on his little rump . . . Nen I'd think of you.

ADO ANNIE: Don't start talkin' purty, Will.

WILL: See a lot of beautiful gals in Kansas City. Didn't give one a look.

ADO ANNIE: How could you see 'em if you didn't give 'em a look?

WILL: I mean I didn't look lovin' at 'em- like I look at you. (He turns her
around and looks adoring and pathetic)

ADO ANNIE: (Backs away) Oh, Will, please don't look like that! I cain't bear it.

WILL: Won't stop lookin' like this till you give me a little ole kiss.

ADO ANNIE: Oh, whut's a little ole kiss?

WILL: Well, nothin'-less'n it comes from you. (Both stop)

ADO ANNIE: (Sighing) You do talk purty! (Will steps up for his kiss. She
nearly gives in, but with a sudden and unaccounted-for strength of character
she breaks away) No, no, I won't!

Music 8: ENTRANCE OF ENSEMBLE

WILL: (Singing softly, seductively, "getting" her)
S'posin' 'at I say 'at yer lips're like cherries,
Er roses er berries? Whut you gonna do?
Cain't you feet my heart palpatatin' an' bumpin', (Putting her hand on his heart)
A-waitin' fer sumpin, Sumpin nice from you?
I gotta git a kiss an' it's gotta be quick Er I'll jump in a crick an' die!

ADO ANNIE: (Overcome)
Whut's a girl to say when you talk that-a-way?

(And he gets his kiss. The boys and girls, and Curly and Gertie enter with
lunch hampers-from up left and down left, shouting and laughing, Will and
Ado Annie run off, Aunt Eller and Laurey come out of the house, Gertie
laughs musically, Laurey. unmindful of the group of girls she has been
speaking to, looks across at Curly and Gertie and boils over. All the
couples and Curly and Gertie waltz easily, while they sing)

CURLY:
Oh, what a beautiful mornin',

ALL:
Oh, what a beautiful day.

CURLY:
I got a beautiful feelin'

ALL:
Ev'rythin's goin' my way ....

CURLY: Well, don't fergit, Aunt Eller. You and me's got a date together. And
if you make up a nice box of lunch, mebbe I'll bid fer it.

AUNT ELLER: How we goin', Curly? In that rig you made up? I'll ride
a-straddle of them lights a-winkin' like lightnin' bugs!

CURLY: That there ain't no made-up rig, you hear me? I h'ard it over to Claremore. (This stuns Laurey)

AUNT ELLER: Lands, you did?

CURLY: Shore did. Purty one, too.

(Jud enters and crosses and speaks to Aunt Eller)

JUD: Changed my mind about cleanin' the henhouse today. Leavin' it till
tomorrow. Got to quit early cuz I'm driving Laurey over to the party tonight.

(A bombshell!)

CURLY: You're drivin' Laurey?

JUD: Ast her. (Pointing to Laurey, who doesn't deny it. Jud exits, Curly is completely deflated)

Music 5: THE SURREY WITH THE FRINGE ON TOP (Reprise)

AUNT ELLER: (To the rescue) Hey, Curly!
Better take the wagon down to the troft and give the team some water.

CURLY: Right away, Aunt Eller. (He turns) At's a right smart turnout. (His
voice, a little husky, picks up the refrain and sings)
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather, with isinglass curtains y'c'n roll right down,
In case there's a change in the weaTHER-(Growls the word)

(He breaks off in the song)

GERTIE: C'n I come, too? Jist love to watch the way you handle horses.

CURLY: (Looking across at Laurey) 'At's about all I can handle, I guess.

GERTIE: Oh, I cain't believe that, Curly-not from whut I heared about you!

CURLY: (Sings for Laurey's "benefit")
Ain't no finer rig, I'm a thinkin' ... 'at I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top-

(She takes his arm and pulls him off, turning on more musical laughter. A
girl imitates her laugh, crowd laughs. Maybe Laurey would like to "bust out"
into tears, but she bites her lip and doesn't, Aunt Eller studies her for a moment after Curly has gone)

AUNT ELLER: Come on boys, better git these hampers out under the trees where it's cool.

(Exit Aunt Eller and boys. Laurey takes an involuntary step forward, then stops, frustrated, furious)

GIRL: Looks like Cully's tuck up with that Cummin's girl.

LAUREY: Whut'd I keer about that? (The girls and Laurey chatter and argue, ad lib)

GIRL 1: Well, I thought Curly's 'spose t'be stuck on you.

GIRL 2: I'll say he ain't stuck on her no more!

GIRL 3: Seein' is believin'.

GIRL 2: Bye, Bye Curly.

GIRL 4: Stop it. How'd y' like it if you lost yer man.

GIRL 1: Don't y'pay 'em no mind, Laurey.

(To show how little she cares, Laurey sings the following song)

Music 9: MANY A NEW DAY

LAUREY: (Sings)
Why should a womern who is healthy and strong
Blubber like a baby if her man goes away?
A-weepin' and a-wailin' how he's done her wrong-
That's one thing you'll never hear me say!
Never gonna think that the man I lose
Is the only man among men.
I'll snap my fingers to show I don't care.
I'll buy me a brand-new dress to wear.
I'll scrub my neck and I'll bresh my hair,
And start all over again.

Many a new face will please my eye,
Many a new love will find me.
Never've I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me.
Many a new day will dawn before I do!
Many a light lad may kiss and fly,
A kiss gone by is bygone,
Never've I asked an August sky,
"Where has last July gone?"
Never've I wandered through the rye,
Wonderin' where has some guy gone-
Many a new day will dawn before I do!

GIRLS:
Many a new face will please my eye,
Many a new love will find me.
Never've I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me.
Many a new day will dawn before I do!

LAUREY:
Never've I chased the honey-bee
Who carelessly cajoled me.
Somebody else just as sweet as he
Cheered me and consoled me.
Never've I wept into my tea
Over the deal someone doled me.

GIRLS:
Many a new day will dawn,

LAUREY:
Many a red sun will set,
Many a blue moon will shine, before I do!

(Girls dance to reprise)

Music 10: MANY A NEW DAY (Dance)

GIRLS:
Many a new face will please my eye,
Many a new love will find me.
Never've I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me.
Many a new day will dawn before I do.
Never've I chased the honey-bee
Who carelessly cajoled me.
Somebody else just as sweet as he
Cheered me and consoled me.
Never've t wept into my tea
Over the deal someone doled me.
Many a new day will dawn,

LAUREY:
Many a red sun will set,
Many a blue moon will shine, before I do.

(Laurey and girls exit. After number Ali Hakim enters from house, Ado Annie
from down left. As Ali sees Ado Annie he turns back quickly)

ADO ANNIE: Ali Hakim-

ALI: (Turning back to face Ado Annie) Hello, kiddo.

ADO ANNIE: I'm shore sorry to see you so happy, cuz whut I got to say will
make you mis'able. ... I got to marry Will.

ALI: That's sad news for me. Well, he is a fine fellow.

ADO ANNIE: Don't hide your feelin's, Ali. I cain't stand it. I'd ruther have
you come right out and say yer heart is busted in two.

ALI: Are you positive you got to marry Will?

ADO ANNIE: Shore's shootin'!

ALI: And there is no chance for you to change your mind?

ADO ANNIE: No chance.

ALI: (As if granting a small favor) All right, then, my heart is busted in two.

ADO ANNIE: Oh, Ali, you do make up purty things to say!

CARNES: (Offstage) That you, Annie?

ADO ANNIE: Hello, Paw. (Carnes enters, down to center. He is a scrappy man,
carrying a shotgun) Whut you been shootin'?

CARNES: Rabbits. (Ado Annie crosses to Carnes) That true whut I hear about
Will Parker gittin' fifty dollars?

ADO ANNIE: That's right Paw. And he wants to hold you to yer promise.

CARNES: Too bad. Still and all I can't go back on my word.

ADO ANNIE: See, Ali Hakim!

CARNES: I advise you to git that money off'n him before he loses it all. Put
it in yer stockin' er inside yer corset where he cain't git at it ... or can he?

ADO ANNIE: But, Paw-he ain't exackly kep' it. He spent it all on presents-(Ali Hakim is in a panic)

CARNES: See! Whut'd I tell you! Now he cain't have you. I said it had to be fifty dollars cash.

ALI: But, Mr. Carnes, is that fair!

CARNES: Who the hell are you?

ADO ANNIE: This is Ali Hakim.

CARNES: Well, shet yer face, er I'll fill yer behind so full of buckshot,
you'll be walking around like a duck the rest of yer life.

ADO ANNIE: Ali, if I don't have to marry Will, mebbe your heart don't have to be busted in two like you said.

ALI: I did not say that.

ADO ANNIE: Oh, yes, you did.

ALI: No, I did not.

CARNES: (Brandishing his gun) Are you tryin' to make out my daughter to be a liar?

ALI: No, I'm just making it clear what a liar I am if she's telling the truth.

CARNES: Whut else you been sayin' to my daughter?

ADO ANNIE: (Before Ali can open his mouth) Oh, a awful lot.

CARNES: (To Ali) When?

ADO ANNIE: Las' night, in the moonlight.

CARNES: (To Ali) Where?

ADO ANNIE: 'Longside a haystack.

ALI: Listen, Mr. Carnes-

CARNES: I'm lissening. Whut else did you say?

ADO ANNIE: He called me his Persian kitten.

CARNES: Why'd you call her that?

ALI: I don't remember.

ADO ANNIE: I do. He said I was like a Persian kitten cuz they was the cats with the soft round tails.

(Carnes cocks his gun. Ali and Ado Annie back right center)

CARNES: That's enough. In this part of the country that better be a proposal of marriage.

ADO ANNIE: That's whut I thought.

CARNES: (To Ali) Is that what you think?

ALI: Look, Mr. Carnes-

CARNES: (Taking aim) I'm lookin'.

ALI: I'm no good. I'm a peddler. A peddler travels up and down and all
around and you'd hardly ever see your daughter no more. (He pulls Ado Annie
in front of him as a shield from her father's gun)

CARNES: (Patting him on back) That'd be all right. Take keer of her, son. Take keer of my little rosebud.

ADO ANNIE: Oh, Paw, that's purty. (Carnes starts to exit into house) You
shore fer sartin you can bear to let me go, Paw? (Carnes turns)

ALI: Are you sure, Mr. Carnes?

CARNES: Jist try to change my mind and see whut happens to you. (He
takes a firmer grip on his gun and exits into the house)

ADO ANNIE: Oh, Ali Hakim, ain't it wonderful/ Paw makin' up our mind fer us?
He won't change, neither. Onct he gives his word that you c'n have me, why, you got me.

ALI: I know I got you.

ADO ANNIE: (Starry-eyed) Mrs. Ali Hakim . . . the Peddler's bride! . . . Wait till I tell the girls. (She exits)

Music 11: IT'S A SCANDAL! IT'S A OUTRAGE!

(Ali leans against the porch post as the music starts. Then he starts to
pace up and down, thinking hard, his head bowed, his hands behind his back.
The orchestra starts a "vamp," that continues under the melody. Some men
enter and watch him, curiously, but he is unmindful of them until they start
to sing. Throughout this entire number, Ali must be burning, and he
transmits his indignation to the men, who sing in a spirit of angry protest,
by the time the refrain is reached)

ALI: (Spoken. Circling the stage) Trapped! . . . Tricked!. . . Hoodblinked! . . . Hambushed! . . .

MEN: (Sing)
Friend, Whut's on yer mind?
Why do you walk around and around,
With yer hands folded behind
And yer chin scrapin' the ground?

(Three men sit porch right, men up center lean on fence, Ali walks away,
then comes back to them and starts to pour out his heart)

ALI: (Spoken freely) Twenty minutes ago I am free like a breeze, Free like a
bird in the woodland wild, Free like a gypsy, free like a child, I'm
unattached! (Ali paces) Twenty minutes ago, I can do what I please, Flick my
cigar ashes on a rug, Dunk with a doughnut, drink from a jug- I'm a happy
man! . . (Crescendo) I'm minding my own business like 1 oughter, Ain't
meaning any harm to anyone. I'm talking to a certain farmer's daughter- Then
I'm looking in the muzzle of a gun!

MEN: (Sing)
It's s gittin' so you cain't have any fun!
Ev'ry daughter has a father with a gun!

It's a scandal, it's a outrage,
How a gal gits a husband today!

ALI:
If you make one mistake when the moon is bright,
Then they be you to a contract, so you'll make it ev'ry night!

MEN:
It's a scandal, it's a outrage!
When her fambly surround you and say:
"You gotta take an' make a honest womern outa Nell!"

ALI:
To make you make her honest, she will lie like hell!

MEN:
If s a scandal, it's a outrage
On our manhood, it's a blot!
Where is the leader who will save us?
And be the first man to be shot?

ALI: (Spoken) Me?

MEN: (Spoken) Yes, you!
(Sung)
It's a scandal it's a outrage!
Jist a wink and a kiss and you're through!

ALI: You're a mess, and in less than a year, by heck!
There's a baby on your shoulder making bubbles on your neck!

(Ado Annie and the girls enter right)

MEN:
It's a scandal, if s a outrage!
Any farmer will tell you it's true!

ALI:
A rooster in a chickencoop is better off'n men.
He ain't the special property of just one hen!

MEN:
It's a scandal, it's a outrage!
It's a problem we must solve!
We gotta start a revolution!

WOMEN:
All right, boys! Revolve!

(The men swing round, see the girls and are immediately cawed. The girls
pick them off the line and walk off with them, to the music. All exit,
except one girl, who stalks around looking for a man. Suddenly one appears
from down left, sees the girl, exits fast down left. She pursues him like
mad. After number, Laurey exits house followed Aunt Eller. Aunt Eller gives Laurey an empty basket)

AUNT ELLER: Better pack yer lunch hamper. We shore be havin' a lot of company.

(Aunt Eller brings out a tray with Laurey's hamper items to be packed.
Gertie enters through gate up center with Curly, Gertie crosses to the porch
where Laurey who has entered is packing her lunch hamper)

GERTIE: Hello, Laurey. Jist packin' yer hamper now?

LAUREY: I been busy.

(Gertie looks in Laurey's hamper, Aunt Eller enters)

GERTIE: You got gooseberry tarts, too. Wonder if they is as light as mine.
Mine'd like to float away if you blew on 'em.

LAUREY: I did blow on to one of mine, and it broke up into a million
pieces. (Gertie laughs-that laugh again)

GERTIE: Ain't she funny! (The girls step toward each other menacingly)

AUNT ELLER: Gertie! Better come inside, and cool off.

GERTIE: You comin' inside 'th me, Curly?

CURLY: Not jist yet.

GERTIE:. . . Well don't be too long. (Crosses to porch) And don't fergit
when the auction starts tonight-mine's the biggest hamper! (The laugh again, and she exits)

LAUREY: (Going on with her packing) So that's the Cummin's girl I heared so
much talk of.

CURLY: You seen her before, ain't you?

LAUREY: Yeow. But not since she got so old. Never did see anybody get so peeked-lookin' in sich a short time.

AUNT ELLER: (Amused at Laurey) Yeah, and she says she's only eighteen.
I betcha she's nineteen! (Aunt Eller exits into the house)

CURLY: What yer got in yer hamper?

LAUREY: Jist some ole meat pies and apple jelly. Nothin' like whut Gertie
Cummins has in her basket. (Laurey mimics Gertie's obnoxious laugh)

CURLY: You really goin' to drive to the Box Social tonight with that Jud feller?

(Pause)

LAUREY: Reckon so. Why?

CURLY: Nothin'. . . It's jist that ev'rybody seems to expec' me to take you.

LAUREY: Then mebbe it's jist as well you ain't. We don't want people talkin' 'bout us, do we?

CURLY: You think people do talk about us?

LAUREY: Oh, you know how they air-like a swarm of mudwasps. Alw'ys gotta be buzzin' 'bout sump'n.

CURLY: Well, whut're they sayin'? That you're stuck on me?

LAUREY: Uh-uh. Most of the talk is that you're stuck on me.

CURLY: . . . Cain't imagine how these ugly rumors start.

LAUREY: Me neither.

Music 12: PEOPLE WILL SAY WE'RE IN LOVE

LAUREY: (Sings)
Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?

CURLY: (Sings)
Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?

LAUREY:
I have a way to prove what they say is quite untrue;
Here is the gist, a practical list of "don't's" for you:
Don't throw bouquets at me-
Don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much-
People will say we're in love!

CURLY: (Spoken) Who laughs at yer jokes?

LAUREY:
Don't sigh and gaze at me,
Your sighs are so like mine,
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine-
People will say we're in love!
Don't start collecting things-

CURLY: (Spoken) Like whut?

LAUREY:
Give me my rose and my glove.
Sweetheart, they're suspecting things-
People will say we're in love!

CURLY:
Some people claim that you are to blame as much as I-
Why do you take the trouble to bake my fav'rit pie?
Grantin' your wish, I carved our initials on that tree . . .
Jist keep a slice of all the advice you give, so free!

Don't praise my charm too much,
Don't look so vain with me,
Don't stand in the rain with me,
People will say we're in love!
Don't take my arm too much,
Don't keep your hand in mine,
You hand looks so grand in mine,
People will say we're in love!
Don't dance all night with me,
Till the stars fade from above.
They'll see it's all right with me,
People will say we're in love!

(Music continues- another refrain played with great tenderness until curtain)

CURLY: Don't you reckon y'could tell that Jud you'd ruther go with me tonight?

LAUREY: Curly! I-no, I couldn't.

CURLY: Oh, you couldn't? (Frowning) Think I'll go down here to the smokehouse, where Jud's at.
See whuf s so elegant about him, makes girls want a go to parties 'th him. (He starts off, angrily)

LAUREY: Curly!

CURLY: (Turning) What?

LAUREY: Nothin'.

(She watches him as he exits, then crying softly, starts to sing)

LAUREY: (Sings)
Don't sigh and gaze at me,
Your sighs are so like mine,
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine-

(Music continues. She chokes up, can't go on. Aunt Eller has come out and looks with great understanding)

AUNT ELLER: Got yer hamper packed?

LAUREY: (Snapping out of it) Oh, Aunt Eller . . . yes, nearly.

AUNT ELLER: Like a hanky?

LAUREY: Whut'd I want with a ole hanky?

AUNT ELLER: (Handing her hers) Y'got a smudge on yer cheek-jist under yer eye.

LAUREY: (She speaks with a strange, sudden panic in her voice) Aunt Eller,
don't go to Skidmore's with Curly tonight. If you do, I'll have to ride with Jud all alone.

AUNT ELLER: That's the way you wanted it, ain't it?

LAUREY: No. I did it because Curly was so fresh. But I'm afraid to tell Jud I won't go, Aunt Eller.
He'd do sumpin' turrible.... Ever go down to that ole smoke house where he's at?

AUNT ELLER: Plen'y times. Why?

LAUREY: Did you see them pitchers he's got tacked onto the walls?

AUNT ELLER: Yeah, I seed them. But don't you pay them no mind.

LAUREY: Sumpin' wrong inside him, Aunt Eller. I hook my door at night and fasten my winders agin it.
Agin it-and the sound of feet a-walkin' up and down out there under that tree outside my room.

AUNT ELLER: Laurey!

LAUREY: I know whut I'm talkin' about.

AUNT ELLER: You crazy young 'un! Stop actin' like a chicken with its head
cut off! (Pause) Now, Laurey, I got t'thinkin' 'bout how you don't have a
right lot to wear: 'ceptin' yer mother's ole weddin' dress. I saved up my pennies and I got y' sumpin'.

(Aunt Eller hands Laurey the box she placed on the porch)

LAUREY: Whut is it? (As she opens the box to find a new white "store-bought"dress)

AUNT ELLER: Well?

LAUREY: Aunt Eller, thank y'so much!

(Laurey dries her eyes, picks dress up, looks at Aunt Eller, spins around
with the dress in her arms and runs into the house. Aunt Eller sits on the
porch, happy and contented, as lights dim and the traveller closes in)

Music 13: CHANGE OF SCENE

Scene 2 - Oklahoma Musical Script -

(SCENE: The Smoke House. It is a dark, dirty building where the meat was
once kept. The rafters are smoky, covered with dust and cobwebs. On a low
loft many things are stored-horse collars, plowshares, a binder twine, a keg
of nails. Under it, the bed is grimy and never made. On the walls, tobacco
advertisements, and pink covers off Police Gazettes. In a corner there are
hoes, rakes and an axe. Two chairs, a table and a spittoon comprise the
furniture. There is a mirror for shaving, several farm lanterns and a rope.
A small window lets in a little light, but not much. Jud enters at rise of
curtain and crosses to table. There is a knock on the door. He rises quickly
and walks to the window to peek outside. Then he glides swiftly back to the
table. Takes out a pistol and starts to polish it. There is a second knock)

JUD: (Calling out sullenly) Well, open it, cain't you?

CURLY: (Opening the door and strolling in) Howdy.

JUD: Whut'd you want?

CURLY: I done got th'ough my business up here at the house. Jist thought I'd pay a call.
(Pause) You got a gun, I see. (Cross to center)

JUD: Good un. Colt forty-five.

CURLY: What do you do with it?

JUD: Shoot things.

CURLY: Oh. (He moseys around the room casually) That there pink picture-now that's a naked womern, ain't it?

JUD: Yer eyes don't lie to you.

CURLY: Plumb stark naked as a jaybird. No. No, she ain't. Not quite. Got a
couple of thingumbobs tied onto her.

JUD: Shucks. That ain't a thing to whut I got here. (He shoves a pack of
postcards across the table towards Curly) Lookit that top one.

CURLY: (Covering his eyes) I'll go blind! . . . (Throwing it back on the table) That ud give me idys, that would.

JUD: (Picking it up and looking at it) That's a dinger, that is.

CURLY: (Gravely) Yeah, that shore is a dinger. . . . (Crosses to the door
and takes down a rope) That's a good-lookin' rope you got there. (He begins
to spin it.) Spins nice. You know Will Parker? He can shore spin a rope. (He
tosses one end of the rope over a hook on the rafter and pulls down on both
ends tentatively) 'S a strong hook you got there. You could hang yerself on that, Jud.

JUD: I could whut?

CURLY: (Cheerfully) Hang yerself. It ud be as easy as fallin' off a log!
Fact is, you could stand on a log-er a cheer if you'd rather-right about
here-see? And put this here around yer neck. Tie that good up there first,
of course. Then all you'd have to do would be to fall off the log-er the
cheer, whichever you'd ruther fall off of. In five minutes, or less, with
good luck, you'd be daid as a doornail.

JUD: Whut'd you mean by that?

CURLY: Nen folks ud come to yer funril and sing sad songs.

JUD: (Disdainfully) Yamnh!

CURLY: They would. You never know how many people like you till
you're daid. Y'd prob'ly be laid out in the parlor-y'd be all decked out in
yer best suit with yer hair combed down slick, and a high starched collar.

JUD: (Beginning to get interested) Would they be any flowers, d'you think?

CURLY: Shore would, and palms, too-all around yer cawfin. Nen folks ud stand
around you and the men ud bare their heads and the womern ud sniffle softly.
Some'd prob'ly faint-ones that had tuck a shine to you when you wuz alive.

JUD: What womern have tuck a shine to me?

CURLY: Lots of womern. On'y they don't never come right out and show you how they feel less'n you die first.

JUD: (Thoughtfully) I guess that's so.

CURLY: They shore would sing loud though when the singin' started-sing like
their hearts ud break! (He starts to sing very earnestly and solemnly,
improvising the sort of thing he thinks might be sung)

Music 14: PORE JUD IS DAID

CURLY:
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid!
All gether 'round his cawfin now and cry.
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old-
Oh, why did sich a feller have to die?
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid!
He's lookin', oh, so peaceful and serene.

JUD: (Touched and suddenly carried away, he sings a soft response) And serene!

CURLY:
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest.
His finger nails have never b'en so clean!

(Jud turns slowly to question the good taste of this last reference, but
Curly plunges straight into another item of the imaginary wake)

CURLY: (Spoken) Nen the preacher'd git up and he'd say (Chants on one note)
"Folks! We are gethered here to moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry who
hung hisse'f up by a rope in the smoke house." (Spoken) Nen there'd be
weepin' and wailin'-(significantly) from some of those wornern. (Jud nods
his head understandingly) Nen he'd say, (Chant) "Jud was the most
misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly
feller, (Jud looks up) And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery
pig-stealer. (Switches quickly and sings)

But-the folks 'at really knowed him,
(Chants) knowed 'at beneath them two dirty shirts he always wore
(Sings) there beat a heart as big as all out-doors.

JUD: (Repeating reverently, like someone at a revivalist meeting) As big as all outdoors.

CURLY:
Jud Fry loved his fellow man.

JUD:
He loved his fellow man.

CURLY: (Spoken, curly is warming up and speaks with the impassioned
inflections of an evangelist) He loved the birds of the forest and the
beasts of the field. He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn, and he
treated the rats like equals-which was right. And-he loved little children.
He loved ev'body and ev'thin' in the world! . . . On'y he never let on, so
nobody ever knowed it! (Returning to vigorous song)

Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid! His friends'11 weep and wail fer miles around.

JUD: (Now right into it) Miles around.

CURLY:
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a diff'runt smell
Becuz pore Jud is underneath the ground.

(Jud is too emotionally exalted by the spirit of Curly's singing to
be analytical. He now takes up a refrain of his own)

JUD: (Sings)
Pore Jud is daid, a candle lights his haid,
He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood.

CURLY:
Wood.

JUD:
And folks are feelin' sad
Cuz they useter treat him bad,
And now they know their friend has gone fer good.

CURLY: (Softly) Good.

JUD & CURLY:
Pore Jud is daid, a candle lights his haid!

CURLY:
He's lookin', oh, so purty and so nice.
He looks like he's asleep.
It's a shame that he won't keep,
But it's summer and we're runnin' out of ice ...
Pore Jud! . . . Pore Jud!

(Jud breaks down, weeps, and sits at the table, burying his head in his arms)

CURLY: Yes, sir. That's the way it ud be. Shore be a interestin' funril. Wouldn't like to miss it.

JUD: (His eyes narrowing) Wouldn't like to miss it, eh? Well, mebbe you
will. (He resumes polishing the gun) Mebbe you'll go first.

CURLY: (Sitting down) Mebbe . . . Le's see now, whur did you work at
before you come here? Up by Quapaw, wasn't it?

JUD: Yes and before that over by Tulsa. Lousy they was to me. Both of
'em. Always makin' out they was better. Treatin' me like dirt.

CURLY: And what'd you do-git even?

JUD: Who said anythin' about gittin' even?

CURLY: No one, that I recollect. It jist come into my head.

JUD: If it ever come to gittin' even with anybody, I'd know how to do it.

CURLY: That? (Looking down at gun and pointing)

JUD: Nanh! They's safer ways than that, if you use yer brains. . . . Member
that far on the Bartlett farm over by Sweetwater?

CURLY: Shore do. 'Bout five years ago. Turrible accident. Burnt up the
father and mother and daughter.

JUD: That warn't no accident. A feller told me-the h'ard hand was stuck on
the Bartlett girl, and he found her in the hayloft with another feller.

CURLY: And it was him that burned the place?

JUD: (Nodding) It tuck him weeks to git all the kerosene-buying it at
different times-feller who told me made out like it happened in Missouri,
but I knowed all the time it was the Barlett farm-what a liar he was!

CURLY: And a kind of a-a kind of a murderer, too. Wasn't he? (Rises, goes
over to the door and opens it) Git a little air in here.

JUD: You ain't told me yet whut business you had here. We got no cattle to
sell ner no cow ponies. The oat crop is done spoke fer.

CURLY: You shore relieved my mind consid'able.
JUD: (Tensely) They's on'y one other thing on this farm you could want-and it better not be that!

CURLY: (Closing the door deliberately and turning slowly, to face Jud) But that's jist whut it is.

JUD: Better not be! You keep away from her, you hear?

CURLY: (Coolly) You know somebody orta tell Laurey whut kind of a man you
air. And fer that matter, somebody orta tell you onct about yerself.

JUD: You better git outa here, Curly.

CURLY: A fella wouldn't feel very safe in here with you ... 'f he didn't
know you. (Acidly) But I know you, Jud. (Looks him straight in the eye) In
this country, they's two things you c'n do it you're a man. Live out of
doors is one. Live in a hole is the other. I've set by my horse in the bresh
som'eres and heared a rattlesnake many a time. Rattle, rattle, rattle! he'd
go, skeered to death. Somebody comin' close to his hole! Somebody gonna step
on him! Git his old fangs ready, full of pizen! Curl up and wait!-Long's you
live in a hole, you're skeered, you got to have pertection. You c'n have
muscles, oh, like arn-and still be as weak as a empty bladder-less'n you got
things to barb yer hide with. (Suddenly, harshly, directly to Jud) How'd you
git to be the way you air, anyway-settin' here in this filthy hole-and
thinkin' the way you're thinkin? Why don't you do sumpin healthy onct in a
while, 'stid of stayin' shet up here-a-crawlin' and festerin'!

JUD: Anh! (He seizes a gun in a kind of reflex, a kind of desperate frenzy,
and pulls the trigger, luckily the gun is pointed towards the ceiling)

CURLY: (Actually in a state of high excitement, but outwardly cool and
calm, he draws his own gun) You orta feel better now. Hard on the roof,
though. I wisht you'd let me show you sumpin.

(Jud doesn't move, but stands staring into Curly's eyes)

CURLY: They's a knot-hole over there about as big as a dime. See it
a-winkin'. I jist want to see if I c'n hit it. (Unhurriedly, with cat-like
tension, he turns and fires at the wall high up) Bullet right through the
knot-hole, 'thout tetchin', slick as a whistle, didn't I? I knowed I could do it. You saw it, too, didn't you!

(Ad lib commotion off stage)

CURLY: Somebody's a comin', I'spect. (He listens, Jud looks at the floor,
Aunt Eller, Ali and several others come running in)

AUNT ELLER: Who f'ard off a gun? Was that you, Curly? Don't set there, you lummy, answer when you're spoke to.

CURLY: Well, I shot onct.

AUNT ELLER: What was you shootin' at?

CURLY: (Rises) See that knot-hole over there?

AUNT ELLER: I see lots of knot-holes.

CURLY: Well, it was one of them.

AUNT ELLER: (Exasperated) Well ain't you a pair of purty nuthin's, a-pickin'
away at knot-holes and skeerin' everybody to death! Orta give you a good
Dutch rub and arn some of the craziness out of you! (Calling off to people
in doorway) 'S all right! Nobody hurt, jist a pair of fools swappin' noises. (She exits)

ALI: Mind if I visit with you, gents? It's good to get away from the women
for a while. Now then, we're all by ourselves. I got a few purties, private
knickknacks for to show you. Special for the menfolks. (Starts to get them out)

CURLY: See you gentlemen later. I gotta git a surrey I h'ard for tonight. (He starts to go)

ALI: (Shoving cards under Jud's nose) Art postcards.

JUD: (To Curly) Who you think yer takin' in that surrey?

CURLY: Aunt Eller-and Laurey, if she'll come with me.

JUD: She won't

CURLY: Mebbe she will. (Exits)

JUD:(Raising his voice after Curly) She promised to go with me, and she better not change her mind. She better not!

ALI: Now, I want ye to look at these straight from Paris.

JUD: I don't want none o' them things now. Got any frog-stickers?

ALI: You mean one of them long knives? What would you want with a thing like that?

JUD: I dunno. Kill a hog-er a skunk. It's all the same ain't it? I tell you
whut I'd like better'n a frog-sticker, if you got one. Ever hear of one of
them things you call "The Little Wonder"? It's a thing you hold up to your
eyes to see pitchers, only that ain't all they is to it... not quite. Y'see
if s got a little jigger onto it and you tetch it and out springs a sharp blade.

ALI: On a spring, eh?

JUD: Y'say to a feller, "Look through this." Nen when he's lookin' you
snap out the blade. It's jist above his chest and, bang! Down you
come. (Slaps au on the chest, knocking the wind from him)

ALI: (After recovering from blow) A good joke to play on a friend ... I
-er-don't handle things like that. Too dangerous. What I'd like to show you is my new stock of postcards.

JUD: Don't want none. Sick of them things. I'm going to get me a real womern.

ALI : What would you want with a woman? Why I'm having trouble right
now, all on account of a woman. They always make trouble. And you say you
want one. Why? Look at you! You're a man what is free to come and go as you
please. You got a nice cosy little place. (Looking place over) Private.
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