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A TALE OF TWO CITIES

A Play Based on the novel by Charles Dickens Adapted for the stage by Steph DeFerie

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A TALE OF TWO CITIES


Adapted by Steph DeFerie

ACT ONE
England, right. A table with a tankard and a jug and a bench. France, left. The wine shop - a plank on two barrels forming the counter and also a table and bench. There are tankards and bottles on the counter and table. A chalk board listing prices and a piece of red chalk lean on one of the barrels. A door center. Enter QUEEN OF ENGLAND right, as SHE usually will. Enter QUEEN OF FRANCE left, as SHE usually will. THEY curtsey to each other. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It was the best of times. QUEEN OF FRANCE: It was the worst of times. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It was the age of wisdom. QUEEN OF FRANCE: It was the age of foolishness. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It was the epoch of belief. QUEEN OF FRANCE: It was the epoch of incredulity. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It was the season of Light. QUEEN OF FRANCE: It was the season of Darkness. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It was the spring of hope. QUEEN OF FRANCE: It was the winter of despair. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: We had everything before us. QUEEN OF FRANCE: We had nothing before us. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: We were all going direct to Heaven. QUEEN OF FRANCE: We were all going direct the other way. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: In short, the period was much like the present period. QUEEN OF FRANCE: (Indicating QUEEN OF ENGLAND) There was a queen with a plain face on the throne of England. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: (Indicating QUEEN OF FRANCE) There was a queen with a fair face on the throne of France. QUEEN OF FRANCE: In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State that things in general were settled for ever. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: We begin in England. QUEEN OF FRANCE: The Royal George Hotel, Dover. QUEEN OF ENGLAND and QUEEN OF FRANCE: 1775. (THEY curtsey to each other again and exit. Enter right through the door MR. JARVIS LORRY and INNKEEPER. The INNKEEPER carries a small traveling bag which HE sets on the floor.) INNKEEPER: And here is your room, sir. MR. LORRY: Thank you. I will require an additional room as well. I am waiting for a young Mamselle to join me before we cross over to France tomorrow. She may ask for a Mr. Jarvis Lorry or simply for the gentleman from Tellsons Bank. Either way, I am that man. INNKEEPER: But she is here already, sir, and waits on you. MR. LORRY: Indeed! Please be so kind as to show her to me. INNKEEPER: Very good, sir. (INNKEEPER exits. MR. LORRY paces nervously.) MR. LORRY: (Nervous) How should I put it so as not to frighten her into a faint? Such a shock could easily upset a person so much stronger than herself. Perhaps I am not the man for this. (A knock on the door.) Come in. (Enter LUCIE MANETTE. MR. LORRY bows.) Miss Manette. Mr. Jarvis Lorry of Tellsons Bank at your service. Pray, be seated. (LUCIE sits.) LUCIE: Sir, I received a letter yesterday, informing me that I should travel to Paris with the banks representative in regard to some new intelligence of my family.

MR. LORRY: I am that representative, my dear. LUCIE: Might you now explain to me the details of this discovery, Mr. Lorry? I confess I have a strong and eager curiosity as to its nature. MR. LORRY: (Passionately) I scarcely know how to begin! Recalled to life, as it were! Extraordinary! LUCIE: Sir, forgive me, but...do I know you? You seem somehow familiar to me. MR. LORRY: Do I? How singular! It was such a long time ago... (HE calms himself) But I am a man of business and this is simply a matter of business. I must not allow myself to get carried away. (Gets an idea) Perhaps its best that I tell you a story, my dear. LUCIE: A story? MR. LORRY: To maintain a certain distance, as it were, so as to keep things from becoming emotional. Twenty years ago, there was a customer of Tellson's Bank, a doctor he was... LUCIE: Why, my father was a doctor... MR. LORRY: ...a Citizen of France from Beauvais living in Paris with his wife and infant daughter. LUCIE: Again, like my father. MR. LORRY: And many other worthy gentlemen, I'm sure. I had the honor of knowing him well, as I was at that time working in our Paris branch. However, I knew him in strictly a business sense, you understand, as it doesnt do to mix personal feelings with business. At any rate, this poor fellow was rudely ripped from his family very suddenly and then just two years later his wife died. Their beautiful little daughter was left quite alone so she was taken to England and raised as a ward of the bank on a small property of her fathers. LUCIE: It is so very like my own story...Sir, were you the kind gentleman who took that child across the Channel after her mothers death? MR. LORRY: (Excited) I confess, Miss Manette, it was I! (HE calms himself again) Now, you may think this story is yours but whereas your father died, the father in this story did not. He had been spirited off so mysteriously and cleverly that no art could trace him. A very influential enemy had hidden him away in a most terrible prison. Although his wife implored the King, the courts and the clergy for any chance to save him, it was all for naught as the mans enemy was too powerfu. Do you wish me to continue or do you need a moment to collect yourself? LUCIE: I assure you I am collected, sir. Pray go on. I find your...story ...most interesting. MR. LORRY: Before her death, his wife, wishing to spare her child the agony of hope that she suffered, told the girl that her father was dead. After she herself died of a broken heart, no one told the child any different. So the girl grew into a beautiful young woman, believing herself to be an orphan. LUCIE: How terrible. MR. LORRY: (Excited again) Exactly! But recently, I do not know why I am so excited by simple business news, recently, word has come that this man, this doctor, has been found alive! (MR. LORRY is about to keel over with excitement. LUCIE is also excited but more contained. SHE quickly rises and helps MR. LORRY to sit. SHE pours water from the jug into the tankard.) LUCIE: You are pale, sir. Pray, sit for a moment, take a few breaths and a sip of water. (MR. LORRY sits, mops his face with a handkerchief he has taken from his pocket and drinks the water.) MR. LORRY: How kind you are, my dear Miss Manette. I hope my cool and calm business manner has not upset you any. Men in my position do not excite easily, you understand. It does not mean that we are heartless, merely that we have learned to keep business separate from personal and hide our emotions. LUCIE: I understand completely. MR. LORRY: And now I am going to give you some news that may surprise you greatly. Perhaps you should sit... (HE tries to rise but falls back.) LUCIE: I believe you should remain seated a moment longer, sir. I assure you that I am most comfortable standing. MR. LORRY: Very well. Would it amaze and astonish you, my dear, if I were to tell you that this story is your story after all and not someone else's? LUCIE: I confess I guessed as much when you began to tell it and so have already begun to acquaint myself with this new knowledge. But what is my father's condition? MR. LORRY: You must not let the fact that he is greatly changed by his ordeal frighten you. No matter how he has been affected, you must cling to the miracle that he is alive. He is alive! He has been taken in by an old servant in Paris, Ernest Defarge, and his wife and we are going there to collect him. And just as I took you to England eighteen years ago, so shall we take him and then you shall nurse him and love him and restore him to health, I have no doubt. LUCIE: How strange...I feel I am going to meet his ghost and not his actual self. MR. LORRY: Courage, Miss Manette. Take a page from my book and try not to let your emotions get the better of you. (MR. LORRY suddenly jumps up and hugs LUCIE.) MR. LORRY: He is recalled to life! Extraordinary! (Blackout. MR. LORRY and LUCIE exit with bag, jug and tankard. DR. MANETTE enters right with a shoe and a little hammer. HE turns door unit sideways and sits at the table. Lights up. Enter QUEEN OF FRANCE left. SHE turns "England" scenery right to "France.") QUEEN OF FRANCE: Saint Antoine, a suburb of Paris. (Enter MONSIEUR DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE left. MADAME DEFARGE sits, knitting.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: A wine shop owned by Ernest Defarge and his wife Therese.

(QUEEN OF FRANCE exits. A noise off.) DEFARGE: (Looking off) What is that noise outside? It is not the Jacques beginning something they should not, is it? And what is that running red in the gutters?! MADAME DEFARGE: Calm yourself. A cask of wine has dropped from the delivery cart and split open on the street. Those who cannot afford even our small charge are soaking their handkerchiefs to enjoy the unexpected treat. (Enter GASPARD, JACQUES 1 and JACQUES 2 from left. GASPARD writes the word blood on the chalkboard with the red chalk. The JACQUES and GASPARD take tankards and drink.) GASPARD: But another red will soon run in its place. (JACQUES 1 and JACQUES 2 snicker.) DEFARGE: (Wiping the word out with his rag) Gaspard, are you mad?! We wait for the right moment! JACQUES 1: I am tired of waiting. JACQUES 2: And when will it be, then, eh? DEFARGE: Jacques, we will know it when it comes. JACQUES 1: Will I live to see the day? DEFARGE: Only God can answer that, my dear Jacques. JACQUES 2: And God knows by the time the great day finally arrives, we may have forgotten all the injustice and injury we have suffered. MADAME DEFARGE: (Holding up her knitting) Fear not, good Jacques. I keep track of every sin. It is all accounted for and each will be answered. JACQUES 1: Sometimes I despair that the day of our salvation will ever come at all. MADAME DEFARGE: How long does it take to prepare an earthquake? (A pause) Well? JACQUES 2: A long time, certainly. MADAME DEFARGE: But when it is ready, it grinds to pieces everything before it. So shall it be with us. If your spirit needs reinforcing, go and see the poor wretch. (GASPARD, JACQUES 1 and JACQUES 2 put down their tankards and cross to the door, peering in through a grill to stare at DR. MANETTE.) DEFARGE: Your patience and strength of purpose are a model for us all, my dear. (Enter MR. LORRY and LUCIE from left.) MR. LORRY: Monsieur Defarge? I am the gentleman from Tellsons. DEFARGE: Bonjour, Monsieur. MADAME DEFARGE: And this is his daughter? LUCIE: Lucie Manette, Madame. Its true then, Monsieur? He is alive and he is here? DEFARGE: It is true. LUCIE: Is he greatly changed? MADAME DEFARGE: (With a snort) Changed! (Exits.) DEFARGE: You shall see for yourself. Come, he is up at the top of the house in the back. (DEFARGE begins to cross to DR. MANETTE. LUCIE hesitates.) MR. LORRY: (Putting his arm around her) Courage, my dear. The worst will be over in a moment and no matter how he is, he is your father and he is...recalled to life! (DEFARGE, MR. LORRY and LUCIE cross to the door.) (As THEY cross) You were a servant in his house before he was taken, were you not, Monsieur? DEFARGE: (Taking out a key) Yes, when I was a boy. LUCIE: He is just out of prison and you lock him in? DEFARGE: He has lived so long a captive that he would be frightened and tear himself to pieces if he did not hear a key rattle in the latch. (Lights up on Dr. MANETTE. HE is working at making a ladys shoe, tapping with his hammer. GASPARD, JACQUES 1 and JACQUES 2 are taking turns watching him through the grill in the door.) MR. LORRY: (Shocked) Monsieur, you make a show of him? DEFARGE: Only to those to whom the sight is likely to do good. He reminds the Jacques what they work against. (To GASPARD) Enough, now. (GASPARD, JACQUES 1 and JACQUES 2 exit left. DEFARGE knocks on the door, inserts the key, unlocks it, opens it.) Bonjour, Monsieur.

DR. MANETTE: Bonjour. DEFARGE: (Crossing to DR. MANETTE) You are hard at work, I see. DR. MANETTE: Yes, yes, I am working. DEFARGE: You have a visitor. (HE motions MR. LORRY forward) Here is a Monsieur who knows a well-made shoe when he sees it. Show him the shoe you are making. (DR. MANETTE holds out the shoe. MR. LORRY takes it, hesitantly.) DR. MANETTE: It is a young ladys walking shoe. MR. LORRY: Are you a shoemaker by trade, then? DR. MANETTE: No...no...I learned it here. I asked leave...to keep myself busy. MR. LORRY: And your name, Monsieur? DR. MANETTE: One Hundred and Five, North Tower. MR. LORRY: That is all? DR. MANETTE: One Hundred and Five, North Tower. MR. LORRY: (Kneeling before him, very emotional) Doctor Manette, do you remember nothing of me? Is there no old banker, no old friend in an old time rising in your mind? (A pause. MR. LORRY stands, wipes his eyes. LUCIE crosses and kneels next to DR. MANETTE.) DR. MANETTE: Who is this? You are not the jailers daughter. LUCIE: No. DR. MANETTE: Who are you? (DR. MANETTE touches her hair, takes out a scrap of rag, unfolds it, removes strands of hair. HE holds them up to LUCIEs hair.) The hair - it is the same! But how can that be? My wife laid her head upon my shoulder the night I was taken. When I was brought to the North Tower, they found these strands of her hair upon my sleeve. I asked them, "Will you leave them? They can never help me to escape. They have been a comfort of sorts. Is it you? No, no. You are too young. What is your name? LUCIE: (Embracing him) Oh, sir, you shall know it but I cannot tell you at this time, in this place. (To LORRY and DEFARGE) Can all be arranged for our leaving Paris at once? MR. LORRY: But is he fit for the journey? LUCIE: More fit than to remain in this city so dreadful to him. DEFARGE: It is true. I shall hire a carriage immediately. MR. LORRY: Thats business and if business is to be done, I had better do it. LUCIE: Then be so kind as to leave us here. I will take care of him until you return. (MR. LORRY and DEFARGE go through the door and exit left. A moment of LUCIE and DR. MANETTE alone together. Blackout. THEY exit right with shoe and hammer. The counter, tankards and bottles are struck. Lights up. Enter QUEENS. THEY turn all the scenery to England." As THEY speak, the courtroom is set - there is a high stool for the judge and the door is removed from the unit and replaced with a low set of bars for the prisoner to stand behind. It is moved to the left of the stool.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND and QUEEN OF FRANCE: London. 1780. QUEEN OF FRANCE: Five years later. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: The criminal courts of the Old Bailey, the case of the Crown versus Charles Darnay who is charged with treason, specifically with furnishing information about British forces in North America to our enemies, specifically the French. (QUEENS exchange looks. Enter MR. STRYVER and CARTON. THEY sit on the bench at the table left. Throughout the following, CARTON pays no attention to the proceedings until LUCIE testifies. Enter LUCIE, DR. MANETTE and MR. LORRY. THEY stand behind STRYVER and CARTON. Enter ATTORNEY GENERAL. HE stands by the table right. Enter ROGER CLY who stands behind the ATTORNEY GENERAL. Enter BARSAD. HE stands to the right of the JUDGE. This is the witness "stand." Enter JUDGE. HE sits up center on the stool. HE has a gavel and base to bang it on. Enter CHARLES DARNAY. HE stands behind the bars in the "dock" on the JUDGE's left. Enter JERRY CRUNCHER left at a run. HE stands between the QUEENS.) JERRY: Am I late? QUEEN OF FRANCE: For what? JERRY: The treason case. Thats a quartering offense, that is. If hes found guilty, hell be half-hanged and then taken down and sliced open before his own face and his insides will be taken out and burnt while he looks on and then his head will be chopped off and hell be cut into quarters! QUEEN OF FRANCE: Its hard of the law to spoil a man so. Its hard enough to kill him but its very hard to spoil him. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Its only just begun. Thats the Attorney General prosecuting and Mr. Stryver for the defense. JERRY: Whos the fellow next to him? QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Sidney Carton. QUEEN OF FRANCE: It has been noted that while Mr. Stryver is a glib man and an unscrupulous, ready and bold man, he has not that faculty of extracting the essence from a heap of statements which is the most necessary of a lawyers talents.

QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Fortunately, he has Mr. Carton, for Sidney, the idlest and most unpromising of men, is his greatest ally. Although he is a prodigious drinker, Sidney can well do what Mr. Stryver can not. Sidney will never be a lion but he is an amazingly good jackal. (QUEENS exit. JERRY crosses to MR. LORRY.) JERRY: Mr. Lorry? You sent to Tellsons for a messenger and so here I am. MR. LORRY: Jerry Cruncher, good. I may need you during the proceedings and when theres a verdict, you must run back to the bank with it as fast as you can. JERRY: You may depend on me, sir. What have I missed? MR. LORRY: The Attorney General has presented evidence of incriminating documents and is just now finishing the questioning of his witness Mr. Barsad. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Then, in summing up, if I may. You were a friend of the prisoners but when you detected his infamy, you resolved to do your duty and report him, thus putting your countrys good ahead of your friendship. BARSAD: Well put, sir. ATTORNEY GENERAL: No further questions, My Lord. JUDGE: Mr. Stryver? Cross examine? MR. STRYVER: Mr. Barsad. Have you ever been a spy yourself? BARSAD: No. MR. STRYVER: Ever been in prison? BARSAD: Certainly not. MR. STRYVER: Never in debtors prison? BARSAD: Dont see what that has to do with it. MR. STRYVER: Never in a debtors prison? BARSAD: Yes. MR. STRYVER: How many times? BARSAD: Two or three. MR. STRYVER: Not five or six? BARSAD: Perhaps. MR. STRYVER: Ever been kicked? BARSAD: Might have been. MR. STRYVER: Frequently? BARSAD: No. MR. STRYVER: Ever been kicked down stairs? BARSAD: Decidedly not. MR. STRYVER: No? BARSAD: Once received a kick on the top of a staircase and fell down of it of my own accord. MR. STRYVER: Kicked on that occasion for cheating at dice? BARSAD: Something to that effect was said by the intoxicated liar who committed the assault but it was not true. MR. STRYVER: What do you live on? BARSAD: My property. MR. STRYVER: And also by gambling? BARSAD: Sometimes. MR. STRYVER: Cheating at gambling? BARSAD: Never! MR. STRYVER: Ever borrow money from the prisoner? BARSAD: Yes. MR. STRYVER: Ever repay him? BARSAD: No. MR. STRYVER: And youre sure you saw the prisoner with this information? BARSAD: Yes. MR. STRYVER: You did not procure this information yourself? BARSAD: Certainly not. MR. STRYVER: Did you expect to get anything by bringing forth this evidence? BARSAD: Not at all. MR. STRYVER: Youre not in regular government pay to spy and lay traps? BARSAD: No! MR. STRYVER: Thank you, you may step down. (BARSAD crosses and sits at table right.) ATTORNEY GENERAL: Call Mr. Jarvis Lorry to the stand. (MR. LORRY takes the stand.) Mr. Lorry, you are a clerk at Tellsons Bank?

MR. LORRY: I am. ATTORNEY GENERAL: On a certain Friday night in November 1775, were you compelled to travel by coach from London to Dover? MR. LORRY: By business I was. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Were there any other passengers in the coach? MR. LORRY: There was one. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Please look upon the prisoner. Was he that passenger? MR. LORRY: I cannot say for the night was so dark and the fellow was so wrapped up against the weather that it is impossible to state for certain. ATTORNEY GENERAL: But he might have been? MR. LORRY: Certainly. Just as you might have been. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Look at him again. Have you ever seen him to your certain knowledge before? MR. LORRY: As I was returning from France a few days later, he boarded my packet ship at Calais. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Had you any conversation with the prisoner? MR. LORRY: Hardly any. The weather was so stormy and the passage so rough, I lay upon a sofa from shore to shore. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Were you traveling alone? MR. LORRY: I had two companions. A gentleman and a lady. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Thank you. That is all. JUDGE: (To MR. STRYVER) Any questions? MR. STRYVER: No, My Lord. (MR. LORRY returns to his spot.) ATTORNEY GENERAL: Call Miss Lucie Manette to the stand. (LUCIE takes the stand.) Miss Manette, have you ever seen the prisoner before? LUCIE: Yes, sir. On board the packet ship just now referred to by Mr. Lorry on the same occasion. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Did you have any conversation with the prisoner on that passage across the Channel? LUCIE: Yes, sir. When the gentleman came on board... JUDGE: Do you mean the prisoner? LUCIE: Yes, my Lord. JUDGE: Then say the prisoner. LUCIE: When the prisoner came on board, he noticed that my father was in a very weak state and he was kind enough to help me with him. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Had he come on board alone? LUCIE: No. Two French gentlemen were with him. They talked together until it was necessary for them to return to shore as our ship was about to sail. ATTORNEY GENERAL: (Holding up some papers) Were there any papers handed amongst them similar to these? LUCIE: There were some papers, that is all I can remember. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Now as to your conversation with the prisoner... LUCIE: (Almost crying) He was kind to me and my father. I hope I may not repay him by doing him any harm today! JUDGE: It is your duty to tell the truth, nothing more or less. ATTORNEY GENERAL: What did he tell you about himself? LUCIE: He told me that he was traveling on business of a delicate and difficult nature which might get people into trouble and therefore was traveling under an assumed name. He said this business had taken him to France and might at intervals take him backwards and forwards between France and England for a long time to come. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Did he say anything about America, Miss Manette? Be particular. LUCIE: He tried to explain to me how the quarrel with America had arisen and he said that so far as he could judge, it was a wrong and foolish one on Englands part. He added, in a jesting way, that perhaps George Washington might gain almost as great a name in history as George the Third. (Consternation from ALL.) JUDGE: Order, order in the court! ATTORNEY GENERAL: Thank you, Miss Manette. No further questions, My Lord. JUDGE: Mr. Stryver? MR. STRYVER: No questions, My Lord. (LUCIE returns to her spot.) ATTORNEY GENERAL: Call Dr. Manette. (DR. MANETTE takes the stand.) Dr. Manette, look upon the prisoner. Have you ever seen him before? DR. MANETTE: Once. He called at my lodgings in London some three years ago to ask after my health. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Can you identify him as your fellow-passenger on the packet?

DR. MANETTE: I cannot. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Is there any particular reason for your being unable to do so? DR. MANETTE: There is. It was my misfortune to undergo a long imprisonment without trial or accusation in my native France. I was newly released on that occasion and my mind is blank from my release until I found myself living in London with my dear daughter months later. ATTORNEY GENERAL: Nothing further, My Lord. JUDGE: Mr. Stryver? MR. STRYVER: No questions, My Lord. (DR. MANETTE returns to his spot.) ATTORNEY GENERAL: The Crown rests, Your Lordship. JUDGE: Very good. Mr. Stryver? The defense case, if you please. (MR. STRYVER and CARTON confer - MR. STRYVER is worried.) LUCIE: I fear he has no strong defense of Mr. Darnay. How can he refute all of that dreadful evidence against him? (CARTON gets an idea and whispers to MR. STRYVER.) MR. LORRY: (Excited) You must not give up hope, my dear. Mr. Stryvers friend there seems to have an idea. MR. STRYVER: I should like to recall the waiter from the Bell and Compasses, Mr. Roger Cly, to the stand. (ROGER CLY takes the stand.) I would remind the witness that he is still under oath. Now, let me lay this out clearly. It has been asserted that the prisoner took the coach to Dover that Friday night in November five years ago and collected information from a co-conspirator he met in the coffee room of the Bell and Compasses Hotel. He then traveled to France and returned on the packet ship. You, Mr. Cly, being a waiter in that hotel, have identified the prisoner as having been in that coffee room at the precise time required. Is that correct? CLY: Yes, sir. MR. STRYVER: You had never seen the prisoner before on any other occasion? CLY: No, sir. MR. STRYVER: Have you ever seen anyone very like the prisoner? CLY: Not so alike as I could be mistaken. MR. STRYVER: And yet Mr. Lorry testified that the man he saw in the coach that night was so wrapped up against the weather that he could not identify him. Look well on my learned friend who sits with me and then look well upon the prisoner. How say you? Are they not very much like each other? Wrapped up so well against the weather, might you not easily mistake one for the other? (CARTON takes off his wig. There is uproar in the court.) JUDGE: Remarkable! Charles Darnay, you have been found...not guilty! Court is adjourned! (LUCIE faints.) CARTON: Look to the young lady! She swoons! (MR. LORRY and DR. MANETTE help LUCIE to sit on the bench.) MR. LORRY: You heard him, Jerry! Off with you! (JERRY exits left. Exit JUDGE, CLY, ATTORNEY GENERAL and BARSAD. The high stool and the low set of bars in the door unit are removed. The empty door frame remains. Enter QUEEN OF ENGLAND with two tankards and a bottle which SHE places on table right and then exits. MR. STRYVER crosses to DARNAY. MR. LORRY and DR. MANETTE stand by LUCIE who is still sitting on the bench left, DR. MANETTE looking at DARNAY curiously. CARTON stands apart down right.) MR. STRYVER: Congratulations, Mr. Darnay! You are a free man once again! DARNAY: How can I thank you, sir? You have laid me under an obligation to you for life. MR. STRYVER: I have done my best for you and my best is as good as any other mans, I believe. (DARNAY crosses to LUCIE. MR. STRYVER crosses to CARTON.) DARNAY: Miss Lucie, how are you feeling? LUCIE: Much better, thank you, Mr. Darnay. DARNAY: (Kissing her hand) Im sorry that you have been so distressed by these proceedings and that I have been the cause of them. I hope you will not hold it against me.

LUCIE: Not at all, sir. (Noticing DR. MANETTE who looks troubled) Im afraid I must ask you to excuse me as I think it best that I take my father home. DR. MANETTE: Yes, home. MR. LORRY: Let me see you to a carriage. MR. STRYVER: Id best be going along myself. Still have a nights work to do. Good afternoon, all. (Exit LUCIE, DR. MANETTE, MR. LORRY and MR. STRYVER left.) CARTON: DARNAY: CARTON: DARNAY: CARTON: It is an odd chance that throws us together, is it not? It must seem strange to you, standing here with your twin outside the Court. I hardly seem to belong to this world again. I dont wonder at it. Its not so long since you were pretty far advanced on your way to another. You speak faintly. I begin to think I am faint. Then you must join me in a drink.

(CARTON and DARNAY cross to the table and bench right and sit, drinking from the tankards.) CARTON: DARNAY: CARTON: DARNAY: CARTON: Give us a toast, Darnay. What toast? Why, its on the tip of your tongue. It ought to be. To Miss Manette, then. Miss Manette!

(THEY drink.) Is it worth being tried for ones life to be the object of so much sympathy and compassion from such a lovely creature? DARNAY: I dont know that she has given me any. CARTON: Oh, I think she has. DARNAY: I thank you for your help today. CARTON: I neither want any thanks nor merit any. In truth, I dont know why I did it. Let me ask you - do you think I particularly like you? DARNAY: You have acted as if you do but I dont think so. CARTON: I dont think so, either. DARNAY: Nevertheless, there is no reason to prevent us parting on good terms, on my side at least. CARTON: Darnay, do you think I am drunk? DARNAY: I think you have been drinking, Mr. Carton. CARTON: You know I have been drinking. And so you shall know why. I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth and no man cares for me. DARNAY: That is much to be regretted. You might have used your talents better. CARTON: Maybe so, sir, maybe not. DARNAY: Good night, Mr. Carton. (DARNAY exits through doorway.) CARTON: (Looking at his reflection in the bottle) Do you like the man? Why should you particularly like a man just because resembles you? He only shows you what you might have been. Change places with him and would you have been looked at by those pretty eyes as he was and cheered that agitated face as he did? Come and have it out in plain words - you hate the fellow. (Blackout. CARTON exits right with tankards and bottle. Lights up. Enter QUEENS. QUEEN OF ENGLAND holds a silver pot and QUEEN OF FRANCE holds a small whisk. THEY turn all the scenery to France. MARQUIS ST. EVREMONDE enters left and sits on the bench right. Enter FOOTMAN 1 and FOOTMAN 2 from left. FOOTMAN 1 is carrying a napkin and a dainty cup and saucer. Enter COACHMAN right. HE removes the right table.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: Witness now the Marquis St. Evremonde in his Paris apartments taking his morning cup of chocolate. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It took four men, all ablaze with gorgeous decoration, to conduct the chocolate to his lips. (Holding up the pot) One lackey carried the chocolate pot into the bedroom. (QUEEN OF ENGLAND crosses to QUEEN OF FRANCE.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: The second frothed the chocolate with a little instrument he bore for that function. (Whisks the chocolate in the pot.) FOOTMAN 1: The third presented the favorite napkin. (Presents the napkin to MARQUIS.) FOOTMAN 2: The fourth poured the chocolate out. (QUEEN OF ENGLAND gives the pot to FOOTMAN 2 who pours the chocolate into the dainty cup held by FOOTMAN 1 who then presents the cup and saucer to MARQUIS. MARQUIS sips his chocolate.) FOOTMAN 1: It was impossible for the Marquis to dispense with even one of these attendants and hold his high place under the admiring heavens. FOOTMAN 2: Deep would have been the blot upon his honor if his chocolate had been presented by only three men.

FOOTMAN 1 and FOOTMAN 2: He must have died if there were only two. (COACHMAN enters right, leading a horse. FOOTMAN 1 and FOOTMAN 2 set up the "carriage" center behind the horse facing left. The tall stool is placed directly behind the horse for the COACHMAN to sit on. The left bench is set behind the stool for the MARQUIS to sit on. A small wheel is set between the bench and the stool and a large wheel is set behind the bench. These wheels are held and spun by FOOTMAN 1 and FOOTMAN 2. A small bundle is secretly laid behind one of the wheels. FOOTMAN 1 and FOOTMAN 2 take their places at the wheels.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: The Marquis was one of the great lords in power at the French Court. He had one truly noble idea of general public business which was to let everything go on its own way. Of particular public business, he had the other truly noble idea that it must all go toward his own power and pocket. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Of his pleasures, general and particular, he had the other truly noble idea that the world was made for him. (Finished with his chocolate, MARQUIS hands the dainty cup and saucer to QUEEN OF ENGLAND, crosses to the carriage and sits on the bench facing left.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: It was always agreeable to him to see the common people dispersed before his horses and often barely escaping from being run down. (The carriage starts - although it does not go forward, the FOOTMEN spin the wheels, the COACHMAN and MARQUIS sway and jounce about a bit.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: His man drove as if he were charging an enemy and the complaint had been sometimes made that in the narrow streets without footways, this fierce custom of hard driving endangered and maimed vulgar pedestrians in a barbarous manner. (QUEENS exit with the right bench. The carriage moves faster. Enter a CROWD including GASPARD, MONSIEUR DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE. SHE is knitting furiously. THEY react to the following.) FOOTMAN 1: With a wild rattle and clatter, the carriage dashed through the streets and swept round corners. Women screamed before it, men clutched children out of its way, and swooping around a corner, one of the wheels came to a sickening little jolt... (There is a jolt to the carriage.) FOOTMAN 2: ...and there was a loud cry from a number of voices and the horse reared and plunged. (HORSE rears. The carriage stops suddenly. CROWD roars, surrounds coach and horse.) FOOTMAN 1: The carriage probably would not have stopped but there were twenty hands at the bridle and so the frightened coachman got down in a hurry. (COACHMAN gets off his stool, looks under wheel.) MARQUIS: (Looking out) What has gone wrong? (GASPARD pulls out the small bundle from behind the wheel. HE sobs over it.) COACHMAN: Pardon, Monsieur le Marquis, it is a child! MARQUIS: Why does he make that abominable noise? Is it his? COACHMAN: Such a pity. It is. (GASPARD holds the bundle up over his head.) GASPARD: Oh, my son, my son! Killed! (The CROWD looks menacingly at MARQUIS and grumbles threateningly.) MARQUIS: (Taking out his purse) It is extraordinary to me that you people cannot take care of yourselves and your children. One or another of you is forever in the way. How do I know what injury you have done to my horse? (To COACHMAN) Check him. (With a sigh) Here is a coin for your trouble. (COACHMAN checks the horse. MARQUIS throws out a coin.) GASPARD: Dead! DEFARGE: (Comforting GASPARD) Be brave, my dear Gaspard. It is better the poor little plaything died so than to live such a wretched life. It has died in a moment without pain. Could it have lived an hour as happily? MARQUIS: (To COACHMAN) They are well? Excellent. Proceed. (COACHMAN retakes his seat. DEFARGE picks up the coin and throws it at MARQUIS.)

MARQUIS: Hold the horse! Who threw that? (Silence.) You dogs! I would ride over any of you very willingly and exterminate you from the earth! Drive on! (The CROWD, DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE slowly exit with the bundle. GASPARD crawls under the bench.) Drive on, I say! Run them all down if you must! (The carriage finally moves on. QUEENS enter left with bench which they place by the table. Enter GABELLE left. HE places plate, wine glass, knife and fork on the table left.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: And so we leave Paris behind... QUEEN OF ENGLAND: ...and venture out to Monsieur le Marquis' country chateau. COACHMAN: Whoa there! (The carriage stops. GABELLE crosses and helps the MARQUIS from the carriage.) MARQUIS: Gabelle. Has my nephew Charles arrived from England yet? GABELLE: He is expected any time, Monsieur le Marquis. (MARQUIS and GABELLE cross left to table. MARQUIS sits on bench, eats, drinks. GABELLE exits right. GASPARD crawls out from under "carriage" bench and hides behind it. COACHMAN and FOOTMEN exit left with stool, wheels and horse. As all this happens...) QUEEN OF FRANCE: The chateau was a stony business - a heavy mass of building with stone balustrades and stone urns and stone flowers and stone faces of men and stone heads of lions in all directions. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: All of which perfectly reflected the stony heart of its owner. (Exit QUEENS. Enter GABELLE and DARNAY right.) GABELLE: Your nephew, Charles Darnay. (Withdraws a bit.) MARQUIS: So you have taken your mothers name. DARNAY: Yes. You and my father... MARQUIS: (Toasting with the wine glass) My twin brother, God rest his soul. DARNAY: ...have so asserted the twisted power of your station that I believe our name to be the most detested one in all of France. MARQUIS: Let us hope so. Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low. DARNAY: You and my father have done a world of wrong, injuring every human creature who came between you and your pleasure. My fathers death has left me bound to a system that is frightful to me, responsible for it but powerless in it. Now I seek to execute the last request of my dear mother and redress those wrongs. MARQUIS: You will forgive me if I tell you that I will die perpetuating the system under which I have lived. And to maintain that system, I would interfere even with you. DARNAY: Perhaps you already have. Know you a man named Barsad? MARQUIS: I do not believe so. DARNAY: Of course not. I tell you now that this family, this property, this France are lost to me. I renounce them all! MARQUIS: Are they yours to renounce? France may be but the property? DARNAY: If it passed to me from you tomorrow... MARQUIS: Which I have the vanity to hope is not probable... DARNAY: ...or twenty years hence, I would abandon it and live otherwise and elsewhere. MARQUIS: May one inquire how and where? DARNAY: Why, as others of my countrymen do, of course - by good, honest work. And as to where, England. MARQUIS: I hear that you have found a compatriot there - a doctor? With a daughter? DARNAY: Yes. MARQUIS: Ah. A doctor with a daughter. How interesting. Im sure you are fatigued from your journey. Gabelle will show you to your room. DARNAY: I will not spend a minute more in this dreadful place. I shall travel to Paris immediately and return to London. MARQUIS: So it is good night, nephew. DARNAY: It is goodbye, uncle. (GABELLE and DARNAY exit right.) MARQUIS: A doctor with a daughter. How amusing. (GABELLE enters right with pillow and sheet.)

I shall walk a bit before retiring. GABELLE: Certainly, Monsieur le Marquis. (MARQUIS slowly strolls across the stage, watched by GASPARD. GABELLE moves the left bench and makes it up with the pillow and sheet. HE then collects plate, glass, knife and fork and exits left.) MARQUIS: He is clever to suspect me of Barsad. But where shall his cleverness get him when the doctor with a daughter discovers his true name? Ah, well, I am cool now and may go to bed. (MARQUIS crosses to bench, lies down on it, pulls the sheet over himself, falls asleep. GASPARD creeps out from behind the other bench. HE silently crosses to where the MARQUIS lies. HE pulls out a knife, stands over him.) GASPARD: Drive him fast to his tomb! This from Jacques! (GASPARD drives the knife down into the MARQUIS. Blackout. A scream! In the darkness, GASPARD and MARQUIS exit with pillow and sheet and a body is hung from the frame center. Enter DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE left. THEY set up their counter left and move the bench from center to left by the left table. MADAME knits. Lights up. Enter BARSAD left.) BARSAD: Bonjour. MADAME DEFARGE and DEFARGE: Bonjour. BARSAD: A glass of your finest house red, Jacques. DEFARGE: (Pouring BARSAD a glass) As you like, Monsieur. But you have made a mistake. My name is not Jacques. It is Ernest. BARSAD: That is funny. You look like a Jacques to me. DEFARGE: And yet my mother named me Ernest. You must take it up with her. (BARSAD sits at the table.) MADAME DEFARGE: What a dreadful spy! He is so obvious. Does the English halfwit actually believe that he can fool us into taking him into our confidence? DEFARGE: Knit him into your register and we will keep a watch on him. (Enter JACQUES 1 and JACQUES 2 left.) MADAME DEFARGE: Jacques. What news from the countryside? JACQUES 1: What we feared is true, every word. DEFARGE: (Nodding at BARSAD so the OTHERS are aware of him) He is caught, then? Our friend Monsieur Gaspard? MADAME DEFARGE: Call him Jacques, for he is all of us and has only done what we should like to do and has paid for all. JACQUES 2: Yes, he has paid for all - with his all. (Lights up on the hanging body. There is a hood over the head, the hands tied behind.) JACQUES 1: The gallows were assembled in the town square, over the village well. JACQUES 2: He was hanged there 40 feet high and is left there still, poisoning the water. JACQUES 1: It is frightful! How can the women and children draw water? Who can gossip of an evening under that shadow? BARSAD: (Joining the OTHERS) It is terrible, is it not? What the aristocracy's gold allows the law to get away with? DEFARGE: I do not know what you mean, Monsieur. The law is the law and should be respected. We do not condone lawlessness here. If that is how you feel, please leave my shop. BARSAD: As you wish. (Exits left.) DEFARGE: How shall the poor man be registered? JACQUES 2: Registered? DEFARGE: My wife keeps a list of all the wrongs done to us stitched there in her knitting. What say you, wife? How shall this be registered? MADAME DEFARGE: (Holding out her knitting) The chateau and all the race. Extermination! (Blackout. JACQUES 1 and 2, DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE dismantle counter and exit left with table. Lights up. Enter QUEENS. Throughout the following, THEY turn the scenery to England, remove the hanging body, bring the two benches center and place them beside each other.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: Twelve months have come and gone. (Enter DR. MANETTE right with a PATIENT. HE examines PATIENT silently.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Doctor Manette has quite recovered his wits and his profession and receives such patients as his old reputation brings him. (Enter LUCIE left. SHE kisses DR. MANETTE on the cheek.)

QUEEN OF FRANCE: Miss Lucie is as happy and bright a young woman as you could wish to see and dotes on her father and does everything in her power to keep him quite contented. (Enter DARNAY through the doorway.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Mr. Charles Darnay is established in London as a teacher of the French language... QUEEN OF FRANCE: ...and also as a regular visitor to the home of Dr. Manette and Lucie... (LUCIE crosses to DARNAY and brings him down to the benches. THEY sit and talk silently.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: ...not forgetting Lucies old nurse Miss Pross. (Enter MISS PROSS right. Seeing LUCIE and DARNAY together, SHE quickly crosses and squeezes onto the benches between LUCIE and DARNAY. During the following, DARNAY winks at LUCIE behind MISS PROSS' back. LUCIE silently speaks to MISS PROSS who exits left. DARNAY and LUCIE sit together again. MISS PROSS enters with a shawl which SHE drapes over LUCIE. DARNAY takes great care in wrapping LUCIE up in the shawl and ends the motion by hugging LUCIE and keeping his arm around her. Frowning, MISS PROSS remains standing behind the bench.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: With great perseverance and untiring industry, Darnay prospered in affairs of business... QUEEN OF FRANCE: ...and affairs of the heart as well. (MR. LORRY enters through the doorway. Since DR. MANETTE is engrossed in his PATIENT and LUCIE and DARNAY are engrossed in each other, it is left to MISS PROSS to cross to MR. LORRY to greet him.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Mr. Lorry had also become a regular visitor, having renewed his friendship with the doctor. Unfortunately, he was not quite as welcome by the nurse. (QUEENS exit.) MISS PROSS: I am very much put out about my ladybird. MR. LORRY: Indeed? May I ask the cause? MISS PROSS: I do not want dozens of people who are not at all worthy of her to come knocking at the door. MR. LORRY: Do dozens come? MISS PROSS: Hundreds! I have looked after the dear since she was ten years old and I do not like how things have changed. I hold you responsible. MR. LORRY: Me? MISS PROSS: You began it, did you not? You brought her father back to life and although I have finally decided that he is worthy of her, all these others most definitely are not. MR. LORRY: What others? MISS PROSS: (With a tilt of her head) Him, for one. MR. LORRY: Mr. Darnay? MISS PROSS: Must you speak only in questions? Its so vexing! MR. LORRY: But what is wrong with...I mean...I see nothing wrong with Mr. Darnay. MISS PROSS: He is French to begin with... MR. LORRY: ...and... MISS PROSS: ...he is French to end with. MR. LORRY: Is that all? MISS PROSS: That is enough. (PATIENT exits right.) MR. LORRY: She seems to forgive him that. MISS PROSS: My ladybird is too young to understand that what is best for us is not necessarily what we like best. (Enter CARTON through the doorway. HE sees LUCIE and DARNAY together and so crosses to DR. MANETTE and speaks silently to him.) MR. LORRY: Perhaps you approve more of Mr. Carton. MISS PROSS: Perhaps I do not! He is melancholy and has no force, no impetus. He is here almost as much as the French fellow and my ladybird is as kind as can be to both of them and its all a body can do to hold her tongue. MR. LORRY: I must admit I feel a bit of sympathy towards Carton. From what I hear, he might have made a name for himself once but some disappointment or weakness in his youth robbed him of purpose and he has been thus ever since. MISS PROSS: I wouldnt feel sympathy towards him if he was knocked into the Thames and drowned. (Quieter) Although he drinks enough to drown without bothering the Thames at all. (DARNAY crosses to DR. MANETTE.)

DARNAY: CARTON: DARNAY: CARTON:

Hello, Carton. Darnay. Might I have a word alone with the Doctor? By all means.

(CARTON crosses to LUCIE and sits beside her. THEY talk silently.) DARNAY: Dear Dr. Manette, please forgive me for coming straight to the point but I love your daughter fondly, dearly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her. DR. MANETTE: I do not doubt it. DARNAY: Believe me when I say that I would never put any separation between you and her. DR. MANETTE: Have you any reason to feel that Lucie loves you? DARNAY: I have. DR. MANETTE: And so you wish for my blessing and permission to marry her. DARNAY: I do. DR. MANETTE: If she tells me that you are essential to her perfect happiness, I will give her to you. DARNAY: Thank you, sir, from the bottom of my heart. (HE pauses) DR. MANETTE: There is something else? DARNAY: Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. Darnay is my mothers name and not my own. I wish to tell you my father's name and why I am in England. DR. MANETTE: (Holding up his hand) Please! If Lucie accepts you, tell me on the morning of your wedding. DARNAY: If that is what you wish. DR. MANETTE: If there are any reasons, new or old, against the man she loves, they will all be obliterated for her sake. She is everything to me, more than suffering, more than wrong. Give me your hand. (DARNAY and DR. MANETTE shake hands.) LUCIE: I fear you are not well, Mr. Carton. CARTON: No. But the life I lead is not conducive to health. LUCIE: Forgive me but is it not a pity to live no better life? CARTON: God knows it is a shame. LUCIE: Then why not change it? CARTON: It is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall only sink lower and be worse. (LUCIE touches his cheek, wiping away a tear.) LUCIE: A tear? Ive never seen you so softened and distressed. CARTON: Pray forgive me. I break down before the knowledge of what I wish to say to you. Will you hear me? LUCIE: If it will do you any good, sir, I shall and be very glad to do so. CARTON: God bless you for your sweet compassion. I am like one who died young. All my life might have been. LUCIE: No, Mr. Carton. I am sure that the best part of it might still be. I believe that you could be much, much worthier of yourself. CARTON: Although in the mystery of my own wretched heart I know better, I shall never forget you said so. If it were possible that you could have returned the love of the poor drunken, wasted creature you see before you, he would have been conscious that he would have pulled you down with him, disgraced you and blighted you. I know you can have no tenderness for me. LUCIE: Oh, but... CARTON: I ask for none. I am thankful you cannot. LUCIE: May I in no way recall you to a better course? Might I not save you? CARTON: Im afraid not. (Now HE wipes a tear from her cheek.) Be comforted! I am not worth such feeling, Miss Manette. One word more and I shall never refer to this conversation again. For you, and for anyone dear to you, I would do anything. I ask only that you remember now and again that there is a man who would give his very life to keep one that you love beside you. Farewell! God bless you! (CARTON gets up and exits through the doorway. LUCIE touches her cheek where CARTON had touched it. Blackout. ALL exit. Lights up. Enter QUEENS. Throughout the following, THEY put up some flower garlands on the doorway and move the benches to their original places right and left and place a shoe, hammer and book behind the bench right.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: And so came the day that everyone expected. (MISS PROSS enters right and stands on the right side of the doorway as maid of honor. SHE loudly blows her nose.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: For Miss Pross, there were tears that her ladybird was now a woman. (MR. LORRY enters left and stands on the left side of the doorway as best man.)

QUEEN OF ENGLAND: For Mr. Lorry, happiness that he had had a small part in creating happiness. (Enter DARNAY through the doorway. HE stands there as groom and fumbles with his boutonnire.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: For Darnay, there was the usual nervousness. (CARTON enters right and stands apart.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: For Carton, although he would not admit it to anyone, even himself, there was envy and sadness. (DR. MANETTE and LUCIE enter right and cross to DARNAY. LUCIE wears a veil and carries a small bouquet.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: For Dr. Manette, there was the bittersweet feeling of giving away a daughter to her joy. And for Lucie, there was only pure delight. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: But before the sacred ties could be bound, there was one important chore that had to be done. (DR. MANETTE and DARNAY cross down. QUEENS exit.) DARNAY: Sir, you will recall that I once touched upon the subject of my name. You asked that the subject not be raised again until the morning of Lucies wedding. Will you hear me now? DR. MANETTE: If you wish. DARNAY: There should not be any secret between us. Darnay is my mothers name. I have quit my fathers family as they are members of the cursed aristocracy and I have sworn that I want nothing further to do with them. This is easy because my parents are dead and my only living relative is my fathers twin brother, the Marquis. DR. MANETTE: (Mentally readying himself) And your father's name? DARNAY: St. Evremonde. (DR. MANETTE is struck by the news but retains his composure with some effort.) DR. MANETTE: St. Evremonde... DARNAY: I hope this changes nothing between us. DR. MANETTE: It does not. I thank you for your honesty and ask only that this be kept between us. Will you give me your word? DARNAY: If it is important to you, certainly. DR. MANETTE: We shall speak of it no more. I welcome you into my family. (THEY shake hands and return to their places. DR. MANETTE takes LUCIEs hand and gives it to DARNAY.) DR. MANETTE: Take her, Charles. She is yours. (DR. MANETTE kisses LUCIE on the cheek. DARNAY kisses LUCIE on the other cheek. MISS PROSS and MR. LORRY toss some flower petals. MISS PROSS and MR. LORRY Hip hip hurrah! LUCIE turns and tosses the bouquet. MR. LORRY catches it and embarrassed, tosses it to MISS PROSS. There is laughter. MISS PROSS and MR. LORRY give the happy couple their congratulations. LUCIE catches CARTON's eye and then HE exits right. LUCIE gives her father a hug.) LUCIE: We shall be back before you know it, Father. DR. MANETTE: Of course, of course. Im just being an old fool. MISS PROSS: Now youre sure you wont need me on your honeymoon, my ladybird? MR. LORRY: Im confident that your presence will not be required, Miss Pross. Allow the young folk to escape while we enjoy a good dinner in their honor. (DR. MANETTE drifts over to the bench right.) MISS PROSS and MR. LORRY: Goodbye! Goodbye! (LUCIE and DARNAY exit through the doorway. There is the sound of tapping. MISS PROSS and MR. LORRY look right. DR. MANETTE is once again working at his shoe, tapping his hammer.) MISS PROSS: He is at it again! He is making shoes, just as when my ladybird first brought him from France! (MR. LORRY crosses to DR. MANETTE and takes the shoe from him.) MR. LORRY: Dr. Manette! My dear friend, Dr. Manette! Do you not know me? DR. MANETTE: The young ladys walking shoe...it ought to have been finished long ago. Pray allow me work on it. I must finish it... (MR. LORRY returns the shoe. MISS PROSS crosses to MR. LORRY. Enter QUEENS.)

QUEEN OF ENGLAND: For many days, Doctor Manette kept to his work at making shoes. Mr. Lorry and Miss Pross were quite at a loss. QUEEN OF FRANCE: Finally, they decided to carry on as though nothing were amiss. They came and went to show him that he was free and not a prisoner. They spoke of Lucy and included the Doctor in their conversations as though they expected him to answer. They did not press him or force him or hurry him. (MR. LORRY and MISS PROSS turn their backs on DR. MANETTE.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: And finally, on the ninth day, when hope was fading that he should ever come to himself again... QUEEN OF FRANCE: ...he did. (DR. MANETTE puts the shoe and hammer away and sits reading a book. MISS PROSS and MR. LORRY turn to DR. MANETTE again.) MISS PROSS: And thats how I found him this morning! (MR. LORRY crosses to DR. MANETTE.) MR. LORRY: You feeling better, my dear friend? DR. MANETTE: Was I ill? (QUEEN OF ENGLAND removes the garland from the open doorway.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: And then Lucie and Darnay returned home and set up housekeeping with the Doctor. (Enter LUCIE and DARNAY.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Nothing was said of her father's illness for it did not return. QUEEN OF FRANCE: The days passed quietly. (Enter CARTON who stands apart.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Many friends came to visit. QUEEN OF FRANCE: One was Sidney Carton. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: And everything was happy and serene. (QUEEN OF FRANCE turns the scenery left to France and sets the Bastille. QUEEN OF ENGLAND looks at QUEEN OF FRANCE uneasily and stays far right.) QUEEN OF FRANCE: But across the Channel, the pressure that had been building for so long and so imperceptibly finally exploded! Madame Defarges earthquake shook the world! QUEEN OF ENGLAND: 14 July, 1789. (Enter left a MOB of French Citizens wearing the Tricolor and waving torches, clubs, muskets, knives, axes, pikes, stones. Leading the MOB are DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE who is waving her knitting and brandishing a knife. Perhaps we hear "The Marseilles." The MOB places the guillotine unit in the open door unit.) MADAME DEFARGE: Now is the time, my good Jacques! Now we shall gorge ourselves on vengeance! MOB: Vive la France! Vive la republic! Liberty, Equality, Fraternity or Death! QUEEN OF ENGLAND: The force of innumerable wrongs, countless injustices and infinite outrages spilled out onto the streets at last and the Jacques had their revenge on the perfumed lords, the dainty ladies, the heartless soldiers, the cruel officers of the law. The oppressed of France would have their retribution in blood! (The MOB spots QUEEN OF FRANCE.) MOB: The Queen! The Queen! (QUEEN OF FRANCE looks to QUEEN OF ENGLAND for help. QUEEN OF ENGLAND can do nothing and but guard her people against the MOB.) MOB: Vengeance! We shall have vengeance! DEFARGE: For Gaspard and all the Gaspards! For his child and all the children! (The MOB closes about QUEEN OF FRANCE. There is a terrible scream. The MOB forces QUEEN OF FRANCE up to the guillotine and behind it. SHE kneels. The MOB closes around in front. Another scream! The blade comes down with a crash! A head is raised up to wild cheers!) MOB: Hurrah! MADAME DEFARGE: Patriots! Citizens! To the Bastille! Liberate your brothers!

(QUEEN OF ENGLAND shepherds her group off right. The MOB rush about the stage shouting and the England scenery is turned to France.) MOB: The Bastille! To the Bastille! (There are gunshots. Some of the MOB fall dead. There is confusion, shouting. MOB attacks the Bastille, still waving the head.) MADAME DEFARGE: (To DEFARGE) Quickly! We must go to the North Tower! The cell of One Hundred and Five, North Tower. (The MOB exits left. DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE cross to the ruins of the Bastille left and DEFARGE looks at the left bench.) DEFARGE: (Reading) There are initials carved here - A.M. MADAME DEFARGE: Alexandre Manette! This was his cell! Is there anything there? (DEFARGE looks closely. Blackout. DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE exit left with bench. Lights up. Enter QUEEN OF ENGLAND right with the right table. SHE turns the scenery right to England.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Three years have passed. In the Darnay home, there has been a small change. (Enter DARNAY and LUCIE who carries a baby.) LUCIE and DARNAY: Little Lucie! (THEY exit.) (Enter THE VENGEANCE left. SHE stands by the guillotine and slides her hand on it lovingly.) THE VENGEANCE: But across the Channel, my dear, everything has changed! Madame Guillotine is in charge of our quest for equality - whosoever sticks up a little higher than the rest is sent to her to be resized a little off the top, if you please, Madame! She is very good at her work and she is very busy. (Looking at QUEEN OF ENGLAND) I am The Vengeance and I rule here now! Perhaps one day, our revolution shall become so popular that it makes its way to other countries. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: (A bit frightened) Those aristocrats who could escape France did so... THE VENGEANCE: (Spitting)...the stinking dogs! QUEEN OF ENGLAND: ...and many sought refuge in England. It was natural that Tellsons Bank in London became the headquarters and gathering place of those migrs as they took comfort in each others company and misery, waited for news, hoped for the best, consoled one another in the worst... THE VENGEANCE: ...escaped justice and sought to rob the people of the common wealth! (Enter MR. LORRY and DARNAY right. DARNAY puts pen, ink and paper on the desk. MR. LORRY carries a small traveling bag and a coat. HE places the coat on the bench and then sits at the desk, working at his papers with the pen and ink.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: It was natural for Darnay to often stop in at the bank to catch up on the latest news from his onetime home. THE VENGEANCE: (Spitting) Pheh! (QUEEN OF ENGLAND and VENGEANCE exit.) DARNAY: Mr. Lorry, must you go to Paris? You are not young, sir, and the dirty weather, long journey, uncertain means of traveling, and disorganized country all conspire against you. MR. LORRY: My dear Charles, you touch upon the very reason that I must go. It is safe enough for me - no one will care to interfere with an old fellow like myself. But while the country is disorganized, Tellsons must not be and so I am prepared to submit to any inconvenience for the sake of our customers. DARNAY: I wish I were going. MR. LORRY: So I, an Englishman who is safe enough, should not travel to France, while you, a Frenchman, in danger of his life, wishes to go? DARNAY: One cannot help thinking, having some sympathy for the miserable people and having abandoned them, that one might be listened to and have the power to persuade for some restraint...well, I am not going and that is that. You leave tonight, then? MR. LORRY: I do. DARNAY: Do you take anyone with you? MR. LORRY: Jerry Cruncher shall be my companion. He is as much English bull-dog as Tellsons porter and will see me right. (HE picks up an envelope) Ah, here it is. Once across the Channel, I must try to discover any trace of the person this is addressed to. No one here has been able to winkle out so much as a tiny clue. (Reading) Very pressing. Monsieur le Marquis St. Evremonde, in care of Tellsons Bank. (DARNAY reacts to the name.) DARNAY: Perhaps he has been murdered by the revolutionaries. MR. LORRY: But would there not be an heir to such a distinguished family? DARNAY: I say, I do believe I might know the fellow! MR. LORRY: Capital! Could I ask you take charge of it and deliver it to him? (Holds out the envelope.) DARNAY: (Hesitating) Yes, yes, of course you can. (HE takes the envelope) Do you start for Paris from here?

MR. LORRY: At eight sharp. DARNAY: I will come back, then, and see you off. (DARNAY crosses away, opens the envelope, reads. GABELLE enters left, stands center.) GABELLE: Prison of the Abbaye, Paris, 21 June, 1792. Monsieur le Marquis: I have been seized, with great violence and indignity, and brought a long journey on foot to Paris. The crime for which I shall lose my life (without your generous help) is, they tell me, treason against the majesty of the people, in that I have acted against them for an emigrant, namely yourself, the new Marquis, as you have acquired the title following the death of your uncle. It is in vain I represent that I have acted for the people and not against, according to your commands. The only response is that I have acted for an emigrant and where is that emigrant? Most gracious Marquis, I send this across the sea to the great bank of Tellsons in the hope that you will receive it and I pray that you will be true to me and help win my release before it is too late. I beg you, sir, do not neglect me in my hour of need come and aid your loyal, devoted servant. Gabelle. (GABELLE exits. DARNAY returns to MR. LORRY who is packing some papers into the traveling bag.) DARNAY: I have delivered the letter. MR. LORRY: Already? Excellent! DARNAY: Will you take a verbal answer to France? MR. LORRY: I will and readily. DARNAY: (Helping MR. LORRY into his coat) It is to a prisoner in the Abbaye named Gabelle. Tell him his prayer has been answered and his master shall come. He begins his journey at first light tomorrow. MR. LORRY: Very good. My love to Lucie and little Lucie. Take precious care of them 'til I return. (THEY shake hands. MR. LORRY exits right with his case. DARNAY sits at the table, picks up the pen.) DARNAY: Now I must write a letter of my own. It shall be easier if she does not know until after I am gone. No matter the consequences, I must return to France! (Blackout. DARNAY exits right with papers, pen and ink. Lights up. Enter the QUEENS. THEY turn the scenery right to France.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: The traveller fared slowly who fared towards Paris in the autumn of 1792. Even had the King still sat upon his throne, so many things conspired against any voyager. (Enter DARNAY right in a traveling coat. HE looks about nervously.) THE VENGEANCE: But now, the changed times were fraught with other obstacles as well. (Enter the JACQUES 1, JACQUES 2 and MOB from right, left, center. JACQUES 1 sits at table right. THE OTHERS stand threateningly and ominously across the back of the stage, holding their weapons and throughout the next speech, slowly move into surround DARNAY.) THE VENGEANCE: Every town-gate and village taxing house had its band of Citizen-patriots with their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness. They stopped all comers and goers, questioned them, inspected their papers, looked for their names on lists of the wanted, turned them back, sent them on or laid hold of them as their capricious judgement deemed best for the dawning of the Republic. MOB and THE VENGEANCE: Liberty, Equality, Fraternity or Death! JACQUES 1: Welcome to Beauvais, Monsieur. Your papers. (DARNAY crosses to JACQUES 1 and hands over his papers.) JACQUES 1: Ah ha! An emigrant! MOB: Down with the emigrant! DARNAY: Emigrant, my friends? Do you not see me here in France of my own free will? JACQUES 2: You are a cursed emigrant and you are a cursed aristocrat! MOB: Take him to Paris! Let him be judged in Paris! JACQUES 1: Judged and condemned as a traitor! (MOB roars and pushes DARNAY about the stage. Enter DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE left. The MOB brings DARNAY before DEFARGE.) JACQUES 2: Citizen Defarge. Here is the emigrant St. Evremonde. (DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE share a look.) DEFARGE: Your age, St. Evremonde? DARNAY: 37. DEFARGE: Married?

DARNAY: Yes with a daughter. MADAME DEFARGE: Where are your wife and daughter? DARNAY: In England. DEFARGE: You are consigned to the prison of La Force. (Cheers from the MOB.) DARNAY: Just Heaven! Under what law, for what offense? DEFARGE: We have new laws, St. Evremonde and new offenses since you were here last. DARNAY: But have I not the right to... MADAME DEFARGE: Emigrants have no rights! (Cheers from the MOB.) DEFARGE: Let me question him a moment, Citizens! (DEFARGE leads DARNAY away from the MOB down left.) (Quietly) You are married to the daughter of Doctor Manette, once a prisoner in the Bastille that is no more? DARNAY: (Surprised) Yes. DEFARGE: My name is Defarge and I keep a wine shop in Saint Antoine. You have heard of me? DARNAY: My wife came to your house to reclaim her father, did she not? DEFARGE: In the name of that sharp female newly-born and called La Guillotine, why did you return to France? DARNAY: I come voluntarily in response to the written appeal of a fellow countryman. Will you render me a little help? Will you carry a message from me to an English gentleman, Mr. Lorry of Tellsons Bank, who is here in Paris? DEFARGE: (After a look at the MOB) I can do nothing for you. (Loudly) My duty is to my country and the People. I am the sworn servant of both against you. To La Force with him! (The MOB shouts and pushes DARNAY to the guillotine.) MOB: To the Tribunal with him! MADAME DEFARGE: And then, to the guillotine! The blade comes down! (Blackout.)

ACT TWO
During intermission, the remains of the Bastille are cleared and the stage is set as it was at the beginning of the play - England, right, with a table and bench and France, left, with a table and bench. The guillotine remains center. Enter QUEEN OF ENGLAND right and THE VENGEANCE left. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: And so the bloody Terror raged throughout France, drowning the innocent along with the guilty in its crimson wave. Through the grace of God, England was kept safe by the Channel. THE VENGEANCE: Do you imagine a mere thin stretch of water will keep you from harm? Ideas know no boundaries, Madame. They may fly across the sea like a bird. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Heaven help us! THE VENGEANCE: Heaven is on the side of the people. (Enter LUCIE right. SHE carries a piece of paper which SHE reads.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: You can imagine the horror that squeezed Lucie's heart when she read the letter that her husband had left her. LUCIE: Charles, no! They will have your life! Father! We must go to Paris! (Runs off right.) THE VENGEANCE: What does she think she can do, eh? France is no longer her home. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Love knows no country! THE VENGEANCE: Madame Guillotine cuts down the loved and unloved alike! Long live the Republic! (THE VENGEANCE takes a knife from her belt and threatens QUEEN OF ENGLAND who quickly exits right.) THE VENGEANCE: Run, yes, run! But you cannot outrun The Vengeance! You will face your own judge soon enough!

(Enter MR. LORRY left carrying some papers and a pen. HE sits left and begins to work.) THE VENGEANCE: I hope we shall not see her again. (Thinks again) Although I dare say her head would look very pretty upon a pike! (THE VENGEANCE turns England to France and exits right. Enter LUCIE and DR. MANETTE right. THEY cross to MR. LORRY.) LUCIE: Mr. Lorry, we need your help! MR. LORRY: Lucie! Dr. Manette! What are you doing in France? LUCIE: Charles has been imprisoned in La Force! MR. LORRY: Why the devil would he come...? But never mind. We must get him out immediately! DR. MANETTE: But is there not some solace in that his being in prison will grant him some measure of safety until his trial? (A great disturbance off - cries and screams.) MR. LORRY: (In an agitated whisper) There is no comfort there. The mob - they are murdering the prisoners! LUCIE: Blessed Jesus! What can we do to save him? Who can shield him? MR. LORRY: I confess I know of no such person... DR. MANETTE: There is one, I think, who might sway the crowd. LUCIE: Who?! DR. MANETTE: Why, your poor, old father, of course. LUCIE: Father, no! You cannot face down those blood-thirsty savages! They will rip you to pieces if you try to stop them! DR. MANETTE: My dear, I dare say I lead a charmed life in this city. I have been a prisoner of the Bastille. There is no patriot in France who would touch me except to overwhelm me with embraces. My old pain gives me a power here and I will use it to save Charles. LUCIE: But Father... DR. MANETTE: Allow me to help you as you once helped me, my daughter. Lorry, I leave her in your care. (Exits.) MR. LORRY: Perhaps I should accompany you back to your rooms, my dear. This could take some time. LUCIE: We have no accommodations, sir. We came here directly from the coach. MR. LORRY: Then we must find you safe quarters at once! Who is with you? LUCIE: Miss Pross, of course, and little Lucie. They are in your waiting room. MR. LORRY: Little Lucie! Was it not the worst danger to bring her along? LUCIE: It is selfish, I know, but It is hard enough being parted from my husband. I could not bear to be parted from the only thing of him I have left. MR. LORRY: I understand, my dear. I know just the place for you. The building is nearby and the rooms are at the top, well away from any danger in the street. Jerry Cruncher will guard the door with his life if I ask. Come! (Enter MISS PROSS carrying a baby and JERRY left. JERRY carries traveling bags. ALL cross to right.) MR. LORRY: Here it is and what do you think? (LUCIE begins to weep quietly.) It's not as bad as all that, surely! MISS PROSS: My ladybird! JERRY: Why, what's the matter? LUCIE: It's nothing. I'm being foolish is all. (SHE takes the baby) I am just thinking of little Lucie here, so far from home and so far away from her father. Who knows if she will ever see him again? MR. LORRY: Come, come, my dear! You must not think like that! You must continue to hope that.. (There is a knock off. Enter DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE left. DEFARGE carries two slips of paper. MADAME DEFARGE carries her knitting.) DEFARGE: Monsieur Lorry? A clerk at your bank told me I might find you here. You remember me? MR. LORRY: You seem familiar but I cannot... DEFARGE: From my wine shop perhaps, many years ago? I have a message from our mutual friend the shoemaker who stayed there once. MR. LORRY: You come from... DEFARGE: No names, Monsieur! (DEFARGE hands over a slip of paper to MR. LORRY. Enter DR. MANETTE left.) DR. MANETTE: "The prisoner is unharmed but I cannot leave this place yet. The bearer does me a great favor by delivering this note and one from the prisoner. Allow his wife to see my daughter and her child. It is for their own protection." (Exits left.) LUCIE: There is a letter from him?! (DEFARGE hands a scrap of paper to LUCIE. DARNAY enters left.) DARNAY: "Dearest - take courage. I am well and your father has influence around me. I dare not write more. Kiss our child for me." (Exits left.)

LUCIE: He is safe, he is safe! (To baby) Your father will be with us again soon! (To MADAME DEFARGE) Madame, why do you stare at me so? MR. LORRY: My dear, there are frequent uprisings in the street. Madame DeFarge has the power to protect at such times. She simply wishes to be sure that she may recognize you if you are caught in such a dreadful riot. Is that not so, Citizeness? MADAME DEFARGE: (Coldly) Is this his child? LUCIE: (Holding out the baby) Yes, here is little Lucie, his beloved daughter. MADAME DEFARGE: It is enough. I have seen them. We may go. (Starts to exit.) LUCIE: You will be good to my poor husband, will you not? As a wife and mother, I implore you to have pity on me. MADAME DEFARGE: All my life I have seen wives and mothers suffer the worst misery and injustice. Is it likely that the trouble of one such as you would mean anything to me? (MADAME DEFARGE and DEFARGE exit left.) JERRY: What a horrible woman! MISS PROSS: If I never see her again, it will be too soon. MR. LORRY: Tut, tut! For the Doctor's sake, she will help us if she can. LUCIE: I wish I could share your certainty. She seems to have thrown a shadow over all my hopes. MR. LORRY: There is no substance to shadows. You must keep your spirits up for Charles' sake and little Lucie's as well. LUCIE: (Hugging the baby) I will try. For their sakes, I will try. (Blackout. ALL exit. The right table and bench are removed. Lights up on the prison of La Force, left. The guillotine has been replaced by the door in the door unit. DARNAY sits at the table left. A JAILER enters with a plate through the door.) JAILER: Breakfast, prisoner. DARNAY: What care I for breakfast? I ask only for the opportunity to answer the false allegations against me! JAILER: The Tribunal will call for you when it is your turn. DARNAY: But it has been so many months, I have lost track! JAILER: (With a shrug) There are many wicked people in France. I doubt Hell is large enough to hold them all but the Tribunal is sending them there as quickly as they can. Why are you in such a hurry to join them? DARNAY: You speak as if my fate were already decided! I am innocent! I do not belong here! JAILER: The devil himself must be as weary of hearing that as I. DARNAY: Oh, I shall go mad! JAILER: Wait! Have you not a wife and daughter? You must stay strong for them, no? DARNAY: Lucie and little Lucie...yes, I must...thank you for your concern. JAILER: (To himself) Thank goodness. It is so difficult caring for them when they are mad. (To DARNAY) Well, I have a surprise for you, prisoner. What would you say if I told you that today is indeed the day? DARNAY: Really? You are not joking? I am finally to have my trial today? JAILER: We have done away with the false royal trappings of a trial. You will be heard by the people's Tribunal and you will be judged by them. DARNAY: Will I be able to see my family? JAILER: The Republic does not discriminate. The sessions are open to all. This France is very different from the one you are used to. Pray these differences do not crush you. Come. We must not keep them waiting. (DARNAY and JAILER exit with the plate through the door. Enter THE VENGEANCE left with the Tricolor which SHE hangs over the door.) VENGEANCE: And so begins the hearing of Charles St. Evremonde called Darnay. (Enter QUEEN OF ENGLAND right with a high stool for the JUDGE. SHE places it up center.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: A hearing, yes. But will it be fair? VENGEANCE: You again! I thought we'd seen the last of you. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: You'd like that, wouldn't you. I'm afraid there will always be an England - you shall never be rid of me! Answer me this - will Darnay receive justice? VENGEANCE: Of course. You do not need a king and a court to dispense justice. You need only the people. (Enter FRENCH TRIBUNAL JUDGE, MOB, DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE with her knitting and also a piece of paper tucked into her apron or dress. TRIBUNAL JUDGE carries his bell and sits on the high stool. The MOB and DEFARGE and MADAME DEFARGE stand right.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: They are a blood-crazed mob! They know nothing of fairness and morality and mercy. VENGEANCE: If that is so, it is because no one has ever shown it to them. (QUEEN OF ENGLAND exits right. VENGEANCE joins the MOB. Enter DR. MANETTE and LUCIE left.) LUCIE: Father, I don't see him! DR. MANETTE: He will be brought in shortly. You must not worry. LUCIE: How can you be so calm?

DR. MANETTE: I have protected him up to now. Do you doubt that I can protect him here as well? LUCIE: You have worked a miracle these last months but I'm so terribly afraid that your power is nothing in the face of that rabble. (Enter JAILER and DARNAY right. THEY cross and stand center. DARNAY is in chains. The MOB reacts by jeering and shouting.) MOB: Take off his head! An enemy of the Republic! LUCIE: You see how they are against him from the start! No one will be able to sway them! DARNAY: Lucie! LUCIE: Charles! (DARNAY attempts to cross to LUCIE but is restrained by the JAILER.) TRIBUNAL JUDGE: (Ringing his bell and silencing the MOB) Charles St. Evremonde called Darnay, you are accused of being an emigrant, an offense against the people of France. DARNAY: That is not true. I voluntarily relinquished the title and station distasteful to me. I left many months before the uprising to live by my own industry rather than by the sweat of others. TRIBUNAL JUDGE: Then why return when you did? DARNAY: I came back to speak for Citizen Gabelle. Does the Republic regard this as criminal? MOB: No! No! TRIBUNAL JUDGE: (Ringing the bell) Have you proof of this? DARNAY: Citizen Gabelle is here today. (Enter GABELLE left.) TRIBUNAL JUDGE: What say you, Citizen? GABELLE: I was present when Citizen Darnay renounced his family to his uncle the Marquis and left France. During the uprising, I was arrested on the charge of treason. At my hearing, I was found innocent thanks to the testimony of Citizen Darnay. He risked his life to return in order to help me. MOB: A worthy Citizen! A selfless man! TRIBUNAL JUDGE: (Ringing his bell) Thank you. You are excused, Citizen. (GABELLE exits left.) TRIBUNAL JUDGE: Does anyone else here wish to speak for Evremonde called Darnay? DARNAY: Dr. Alexandre Manette will speak for me. He is a true patriot of France. MOB: (Cheering) Dr. Manette! The patriot Manette! He may be relied upon! Trust his words! TRIBUNAL JUDGE: Is Dr. Manette here? (DR. MANETTE steps forward.) DR. MANETTE: You all know me. I was a prisoner in the Bastille for 18 years, an innocent victim of the corrupt nobility. MOB: Down with the nobility! A hero of the Republic! DR. MANETTE: This young man is no enemy of France. He denounced his infamous family and left his beloved country rather than live off the sweat and blood and toil of others. When he was informed that his notorious uncle was dead and that he had become head of the St. Evremonde line, did he return to become a parasite and suck his retainers dry? No! Did he sell the estates to cruel masters so he could live in luxury while the peasants were condemned to live in misery? Again, no! Instead, he instructed his foreman to run the property fairly so the tenants could continue to live their lives without hardship. MOB: Yes! He is no parasite! DR. MANETTE: Would I, a man who was almost crushed to death by a wretched aristocrat, allow my only child to marry one who I believed to embody the worst traits of that class that had caused me so much misery? MOB: No! No! DR. MANETTE: I knew well his shining character before the wedding and I knew his ancestry held no sway over his loving heart. Can you say you know him any better and judge him differently? Can you call him an enemy of the Republic? MOB: No! No! He is innocent! Release him! He is a patriot! Let him go free! TRIBUNAL JUDGE: (Ringing his bell) Very well. The people have spoken. Charles St. Evremonde called Darnay, we find you innocent of all... MADAME DEFARGE: Wait! (SHE stands, holding not her knitting but a piece of paper) Not all the evidence has been heard! There is a denunciation against St. Evremonde that I wish to present! TRIBUNAL JUDGE: Is it your own? MADAME DEFARGE: No, it is the written statement of another. He shall be identified after it has been read. TRIBUNAL JUDGE: Proceed, Citizeness. (As MADAME DEFARGE reads, DR. MANETTE slowly pales and begins to tremble, almost fainting by the time SHE finishes.) MADAME DEFARGE: (Reading) "I write this melancholy paper in my doleful cell in the Bastille during the tenth year of my captivity. I set down the hellish incidents that led me here in the hope that someday, justice will be done. One cloudy night in December 1757, I was out walking when a carriage came

along behind me, driving very fast. It stopped and I heard my name called. Two aristocratic gentlemen were inside, wrapped in cloaks. They ordered me to join them as they had need of my services. I saw that one wore a scarf with the letter "E" emblazoned upon it and both were armed and thus I had no choice but to do as they commanded. We drove out into the country and finally stopped at a solitary house. I heard cries coming from an upstairs room and upon entering that place found a beautiful young woman delirious with a high fever and suffering from a physical attack lying on a bed. She kept repeating, "My husband, my father, my brother!" over and over again. There were some medicines and I did what I could but I was powerless to relieve her suffering. Presently, I was told that there was another patient - a young man laying out in the stables, dying of a sword thrust to the abdomen. I could do nothing for him. In his agony, he told me that the woman inside was his sister. She had been married only a few weeks when her beauty caught the eye of one of these two monsters, a Marquis, and in order to have her for himself, he abused her new husband and worked him into his grave. Then he took her away to use for his pleasure. When her father heard what had happened, his heart broke from grief and he also died. The young man spirited his younger sister away so that she would not suffer her older sister's fate and then came to avenge his family's honor. He fought the fiend but the Marquis was too strong and just as the fatal blow was struck, the young woman came running in and saw it all. The young man cursed both his murderer and his twin brother and then died in my arms. The poor girl lingered a while and then mercifully followed her brother and father and husband into God's care. I was returned home to my wife and daughter but I knew I could not remain silent. Before I could alert the authorities, I was kidnapped and was brought to this cell, now my grave. To you two devils and all of your descendants, to the last of your race, I denounce you to heaven and earth! May you suffer every agony a thousand times more than that which you have wrought upon others! Damn the house of St. Evremonde!" (Shouts from the MOB!) LUCIE: Father, what is it? What is wrong? DR. MANETTE: Lucie...forgive me... TRIBUNAL JUDGE: How was this statement found? MADAME DEFARGE: My husband and I took part in the razing of the Bastille... MOB: They did! What brave Citizens! MADAME DEFARGE: ...and during the liberation, we found this paper hidden in a cell. TRIBUNAL JUDGE: What was the number of that cell? MADAME DEFARGE: (Looking at LUCIE) One Hundred and Five, North Tower. (LUCIE pales.) TRIBUNAL JUDGE: And you know the identity of the writer? MADAME DEFARGE: Yes, he is here! It is...Doctor Manette! (DARNAY, LUCIE and DR. MANETTE are crushed. MADAME DEFARGE is triumphant. The MOB screams in excitement.) TRIBUNAL JUDGE: (To DR. MANETTE) Is this true, Citizen Doctor? Did you write this? DR. MANETTE: (Weakly) I did...but I was out of my mind with grief and torment! I retract the statement! I did not know what I was saying! MOB: He cannot retract it! Let it remain! The testimony must stay! TRIBUNAL JUDGE: You have admitted you wrote it. Therefore, it must stand. (More yells from the MOB.) MADAME DEFARGE: (To LUCIE) Save him now, if you can. LUCIE: But why have you done this? What are we to you? MADAME DEFARGE: That poor, nameless peasant family that was almost wiped from existence, do you remember them? Father, daughter, son. But there was mention of another daughter, a younger sister who was hidden away to keep her from harm. (A pause) I am that younger sister! They are my dead! Their blood cries out for justice and they will have it! (Huge cry from the MOB!) TRIBUNAL JUDGE: Charles St. Evremonde called Darnay, you have been found guilty of crimes against the people of France. The penalty is death within 24 hours. Take him away! LUCIE: Charles! DARNAY: Lucie! (DARNAY is led out left by JAILER.) LUCIE: Father! MADAME DEFARGE: My dead are avenged! Now they may sleep in peace! (Blackout. ALL exit. The JUDGE removes the high stool. Lights up. Enter QUEEN OF ENGLAND and VENGEANCE. THEY set up the wine counter left. Enter LUCIE and DR. MANETTE right. Enter MADAME DEFARGE and DEFARGE left.) QUEEN OF ENGLAND: As the sun begins to set and the shadows grow long, hope is lost in one house...

VENGEANCE: ...while elation shines out in another. QUEEN OF ENGLAND: Strange how two women barely a mile apart can feel so differently about the coming of the dawn. One fears it with all her heart. LUCIE: Father, what shall we do? Perhaps you could appeal to them again. You might explain... DR. MANETTE: (Distracted) Where are my tools? There will be trouble if the shoes are not finished in time. (Angry) What have you done with my things? (Crying) I need them to do my work... VENGEANCE: While for the other, the rising of the sun cannot come quickly enough. DEFARGE: The moment you have waited for is almost here. MADAME DEFARGE: So many years of hoping, so many days of pain...soon my revenge will be complete. (QUEEN OF ENGLAND and VENGEANCE exit. LUCIE and DR. MANETTE exit right. The MOB including CARTON and BARSAD enter the wine shop left. EVERYONE takes a mug.) MADAME DEFARGE: We must celebrate! Everyone drinks for free tonight! (Cheers from the MOB.) JACQUES 1: (Pinching her bottom) How will you keep your hands busy, Madame, now that you no long knit your tally of sorrows and wrongs? MADAME DEFARGE: (Slapping JACQUES 1) I'll keep them to myself just as you should! (Cheers from the MOB.) JACQUES 2: We will be sure to keep a front row seat for you at the festivities tomorrow. Or perhaps you would rather sit on my lap! MADAME DEFARGE: I'm afraid there is not room there for both me and your stomach!

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