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ACT ONE
Chapter One. Gateshead House
The home of the REEDS is set up. The COMPANY currently play JANE, BESSIE (a nurse), ABBOTT (a maid), MRS REED, her son JOHN. They sing and dance as they establish the scene.
COMPANY (sing). In the days when we went mummering
A long while agog
The lads and lasses in their bestg
Were dressed from top to toeg
We danced and sung the jocund songg
Upon the forest greeng
And nought but mirth and jollityg
Around us could be seen
And thus we passed the pleasant time
Nor thought of care or woe
In the days when we went mummering
A long while ago
In the days when we went mummering
A long while ago
All hearts were light and eyes were bright
While nature’s face was gay
The trees their leafy branches spread
And perfume filled the May
’Twas there we heard the cuckoo’s note
Steal softly through the air
While every scene around us looked
Most beautiful and fair
And thus we passed the pleasant time
Nor thought of care or woe
In the days when we went mummering
A long while ago
In the days when we went mummering
A long while ago
We filled a glass to every lass
And all our friends most dear
And wished them many happy days
And many a happy year
To friends away we turned our thoughts
With feelings kind and free
And oh we wished them with us there
Beneath the forest tree
And thus we passed the pleasant time
Nor thought of care or woe
In the days when we went mummering
A long while ago
In the days when we went –
They are cut off abruptly by JOHN crying out in pain, clutching his face. In the same moment, BESSIE and ABBOTT are hauling JANE away from him. JANE screams. MRS REED watches on. An immediate, explosive shift from our cordial opening.
ABBOTT. Enough, Jane!
BESSIE. Hold her arms down!
JOHN. I’m bleeding!
BESSIE. She’s like a mad cat!
JANE screams and tries to lash out.
JOHN. I’m blind!
JANE. You are not!
ABBOTT. For shame!
JANE. He started it!
JOHN. She flew at me!
MRS REED. Come here, John.
JOHN. I think I’m dying, Mama.
MRS REED (to BESSIE). Take her to the red room, and lock her in there.
MRS REED takes JOHN and goes. Through the next exchange, BESSIE and ABBOTT wrestle JANE into a chair. ABBOTT has to sit on JANE to hold her in place.
JANE. No! Get off me!
BESSIE. If you can’t sit still, we’ll have to tie you down.
JANE cries out and keeps squirming.
As you wish! (To ABBOTT.) Pass me your garters.
Beat. They exchange a look.
She’d break mine directly.
ABBOTT. I’ve only had these a month. (Beat.) Fine!
ABBOTT huffily sticks out a leg so BESSIE can remove a garter.
JANE. No! Stop! I won’t stir, I promise!
BESSIE. Mind that you don’t.
A moment’s breath. ABBOTT gets off JANE.
JANE. I didn’t do anything wrong.
BESSIE. You struck your young master.
JANE. He taunts me, goads me, spits at me – he is wicked, and cruel, like a… a Roman emperor!
ABBOTT. And you still think yourself his equal.
JANE. But –
BESSIE. Hush now, Jane. Calm yourself. If it weren’t for Mrs Reed, you’d be in the poor house.
JANE. So her son may beat me senseless?
ABBOTT. If he pleases. (To BESSIE.) Come on – leave her to her tantrums. If she won’t listen to us, perhaps God might strike her dead for such behaviour.
JANE. He wouldn’t!
ABBOTT. You think not? And then where should you go, if you died tonight with a heart full of such wickedness? Say your prayers, Miss Eyre, before something bad crawls down that chimney to carry you away.
BESSIE and ABBOTT go. JANE screams after them.
JANE. Unjust! Unjust!
She is left alone. The room grows redder. She’s afraid.
(Sings.) My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary;
Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;
Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary
Over the path of the poor orphan child.
Outside the room, BESSIE and ABBOTT are with MRS REED.
MRS REED. What is all this?
BESSIE. She’s been screaming for hours, ma’am.
ABBOTT. For attention.
BESSIE. No – for terror of something.
MRS REED. Repulsive creature. I know her tricks. She shall not be let out.
They go.
JANE (sings). Why did they send me so far and so lonely, Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled? Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only Watch o’er the steps of a poor orphan child.
Back outside, BESSIE and ABBOTT.
ABBOTT. Is she still at it?
BESSIE. She’s sick, for certain.
ABBOTT. Then she brought it on herself.
BESSIE. Come sleep with me beside her. I fear tonight might be her last.
Back with JANE.
JANE (sings). There is a thought that for strength should avail me,
Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled;
Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;
God is a friend to the poor orphan child.
Song ends. JANE collapses with exhaustion. BESSIE and MR LLOYD, a doctor, are with her.
LLOYD. Jane? Miss Eyre?
JANE stirs.
JANE. Dr Lloyd?
LLOYD. That’s right.
JANE. Am I dying?
LLOYD. No, miss.
JANE. Am I ill?
LLOYD. I anticipate you shall make a full recovery. You’ve been crying, Miss Eyre – can you tell me why?
BESSIE. Oh, I daresay she’s crying because she couldn’t ride with the missis in her carriage.
JANE. No!
LLOYD. No?
JANE. I cry because I am miserable.
BESSIE. She had a fall, is all.
JANE. I did not fall! I was knocked down by my brute of a cousin – by the tyrant emperor – but that is not the thing that made me ill.
BESSIE (hisses). Jane!
LLOYD. Thank you, nurse – you can leave us now. I’ll give Miss Jane a modest lecture in your absence.
BESSIE nods and goes, somewhat unwillingly.
The fall did not make you ill, nor your cousin’s assault. What did then?
JANE. I was shut up in a room – the red room.
LLOYD. Is that all?
JANE. After dark.
LLOYD. At bedtime?
JANE. And with a ghost!
LLOYD. A ghost?
JANE. Mr Reed’s ghost – my uncle. He made Mrs Reed promise to take care of me before he died, even though she hates me. That’s the room where he died, and she locked me inside it alone and beaten and without a candle –
LLOYD. And this is what makes you miserable?
JANE. No! I am unhappy – very unhappy – for other things.
LLOYD. Such as?
JANE. I have no father or mother, no brothers or sisters.
LLOYD. But a kind aunt and cousins.
JANE. My cousin knocked me down, and my aunt locked me up!
LLOYD. What of your other cousins – of Mrs Reed’s daughters?
JANE. No better. I barely see them, and when I do they don’t even deign to speak to me.
LLOYD. And you have no other family?
JANE. None that I know. Aunt Reed once said any relations on my father’s side were of a lowly, beggarly sort.
LLOYD. And should you prefer to live with them, could they be found?
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