Scene 1
JANE AUSTEN is asleep centre stage. All four nieces enter and perform a rap dance to the music of MeāShellās āIf thatās your boyfriendā.
NIECES. You say thatās your boyfriend,
You say Iām out of line,
Funny . . . he said I could call him up anytime.
You could call me wrong, say that I aināt right
But if thatās your boyfriend he wasnāt last night.
Now Iām the kind of woman,
Iāll do almost anything to get what I want.
I might play any little game.
Call me what you like but you know what to do.
Youāre just jealous, cos he wasnāt with you.
I donāt mean no harm. I just like what I see
And it aināt my fault, if he wants me.
Thatās what I want, and the feeling was right.
If thatās your boyfriend he wasnāt last night.
Boyfriend, yes I had your boyfriend.
If thatās your boyfriend, if thatās your boyfriend,
If thatās your boyfriend he wasnāt last night!
The music comes to a rude halt when they discover JANE AUSTEN in the room. One of them is brave enough to steal the book she is working on. She reads.
NIECE ONE (sotto voce). Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence: and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
NIECE TWO. She dearly loved her father, but he was no companion for her. He could not meet her in conversation, rational or playful; for having been a vale . . . vale . . .
NIECE ONE. Valetudinarian.
NIECE TWO. . . all his life, without activity of mind or body, he was a much older man in ways than in years; and though everywhere beloved for the friendliness of his heart and his amiable temper, his talents could not have recommended him at any time.
All look depressed at prospect of a dull novel.
NIECE THREE. They lived in Highbury, (Squeals of delight from the other nieces.) a large and populous village, amounting to a town, to which Hartfield, in spite of its separate lawns and shrubberies and name, did really belong. The Woodhouses were first in consequence there. All looked up to them.
NIECE FOUR. Is there a handsome hero?
NIECE ONE (flicking through pages of novel). Yes . . . Mr Knightley.
The nieces quarrel about who is to play MR KNIGHTLEY.
NIECES. Iām him . . . no I am . . . no Iām him . . . no, me . . . me . . . me etc.
NIECE TWO (beginning tentatively and then growing in confidence). Ah, Mr Woodhouse! Delightful to see you! It is a beautiful moonlit night, is it not? Delightful to see you! A beautiful moonlit night is it not? I say, did you ever see a more beautiful moonlit night? I must say, it is a . . .
JANE AUSTEN (having woken). What are you doing?
NIECES recoil.
NIECE ONE (slightly sulky having just been caught out). Just playing.
JANE AUSTEN. With my book? My new book?
NIECE FOUR. We just wanted to know the story Auntie Jane. Sorry.
Ominous pause.
JANE AUSTEN. Itās all right.
NIECES sit down round JANE AUSTEN and she hands the book to NIECE TWO.
Go on then.
NIECE TWO (resuming MR KNIGHTLEY but a little subdued). Ah! Mr Woodhouse! Delightful to see you! It is a beautiful moonlit night, is it not? Delightful to see you! (Starting to overblow the character to the delight of the other giggling nieces.) Did you ever see a more beautiful moonlit night? Ah!
JANE AUSTEN. Mr Knightley is not a brainless coxcomb! Mr Knightley is like . . . like . . . this.
JANE AUSTEN becomes MR KNIGHTLEY. NIECE ONE becomes MR WOODHOUSE.
NIECE ONE (as confident young man). It is very kind of you, Mr Knightley to come out at this late hour to call upon us. (NIECE TWO tells him he should play it old.) I am afraid you must have had a shocking walk.
MR KNIGHTLEY. Not at all, Sir. It is a beautiful moonlit night, and so mild that I must draw back from your great fire.
NIECE ONE. But you must have found it very damp and dirty. I wish you may not catch cold.
MR KNIGHTLEY. Dirty, Sir? Look at my boots. Not a speck on them.
NIECE ONE. Well that is quite surprising for we have had a vast deal of rain here. I wanted them to put off the wedding. Ah, poor Miss Taylor, it is a sad business.
NIECE THREE and FOUR (to JANE AUSTEN). Whoās Miss Taylor?
JANE AUSTEN. Miss Taylor was Emmaās governess. She just got married today to a Mr Weston.
NIECE ONE. Poor Miss Taylor.
MR KNIGHTLEY. Poor Emma and Mr Woodhouse if you please, for you will sorely miss her, but I cannot possibly say poor Miss Taylor. It must be easier for Miss Taylor to have only one to please rather than two.
NIECE FOUR. Emma! Whoās playing Emma?
NIECE THREE and FOUR discuss whom of the two of them would be better for the part but are superseded by NIECE TWO. The next two speeches are simultaneously read by the nieces and the real EMMA and MR WOODHOUSE as they appear from the audience.
NIECE TWO / EMMA (fading in). . . . especially when one of those two is such a fanciful troublesome creature. That is what you have in your head, I know, a...