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My Fair Lady. S U M M A R Y y Fair Lady was originally a stage musical based on the play Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw. It tells the story of Eliza Doolittle. The ancient Greeks tell the legend of the sculptor Pygmalion, who created a statue of a woman of such surpassing beauty that he fell in love with his own. My Fair Lady. Based on Pygmalion by BERNARD SHAW. Adaptation and lyrics by ALAN JAY LERNER. Music by FREDERICK LOEWE. 乙 ONNECTIONS.

Lang were entrusted with the arrangements , and the show quickly went into rehearsal. The artwork on the original playbill and the sleeve of the cast recording is by Al Hirschfeld , who drew the playwright Shaw as a heavenly puppetmaster pulling the strings on the Henry Higgins character, while Higgins in turn attempts to control Eliza Doolittle. At the first preview Rex Harrison, who was unaccustomed to singing in front of a live orchestra, "announced that under no circumstances would he go on that night The whole company had been dismissed but were recalled, and opening night was a success.

It transferred to the Broadhurst Theatre and then The Broadway Theatre , where it closed on September 29, , after 2, performances, a record at the time. Edwardian musical comedy star Zena Dare made her last appearance in the musical as Mrs. James Theatre on Broadway on March 25, , and ran there until December 5, ; it then transferred to the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre , running from December 9, , until it closed on February 20, , after a total of performances and 7 previews.

Doolittle and Robert Coote recreating his role as Pickering. A national tour was directed by Robin Midgley. The revival co-starred Nancy Ringham as Eliza. Donald Saddler was the choreographer.

The tour ended August 12, Doolittle and Paxton Whitehead as Colonel Pickering. The revival began previews on March 15, , at the Vivian Beaumont Theater and officially opened on April 19, Higgins from September 11, Doolittle for a limited engagement from January 8 to April 28, My Fair Lady, adopted from Bernard Shaw's Pygmalion has been hailed by critics and audiences as one of the wittiest and most beautiful '" v ,.

On March 15, one of the great romances of all time began. Here are the beautiful love story and the magnificent lyrics-together with four pages of scenes from the original production. By arrangement with Lawai Corporation. Copyright , , by George Bernard Shaw.

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It may not be acted by either professionals or amateurs without written consent. Public readings and radio and television broadcasts are likewise forbidden. For the published version of Pygmalion, Shaw wrote a preface and an epilogue which he called a sequel.

I have omitted the preface because the in- formation contained therein is less pertinent to My Fair Lady than it is to Pygmalion:. I have omitted the sequel because in it Shaw ex- plains how Eliza ends not with Higgins but with Freddy and-Shaw and Heaven forgive me!

In order of appearance. Doolittle Stanley Holloway Mrs. Pearce Philippa Bevans Mrs. Gloria van Dorpe Glenn Kezer i Mrs. The place is London, the time Scene 1: A cold March night.

Scene 2: Tenement section-Tottenham Court Road. Immediately following. Scene 3: Higgins' study. The following morning. Scene 4: Three days later.

Scene 5: Later that day. Scene 6: Near the race meeting, Ascot. A July afternoon. Scene 7: Inside a club tent, Ascot. Scene 8: Outside Higgins' house, Wimpole Street. Later that afternoon. Scene 9: Six weeks later.

Scene The promenade of the Embassy. Later that night. The ballroom of the Embassy. Flower market of Covent Garden.

Upstairs hall of Higgins' house.

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The conservatory of Mrs. Higgins' house. Dusk, that afternoon. After theater, a cold March night. The opera is just over. Richly gowned, beau- tifully tailored Londoners are pouring from the Opera House and making their way across Covent Garden in search of taxis.

Some huddle together under the columns of St. Paul's Church which are partially in view on one side of the stage. On the opposite side, there is a smudge-pot fire around which a quartet of costermongers are warming themselves. Calls of "Taxi" punctuate the icy air. They detain the crowd for a moment. The female member of the trio passes the hat as her two associates continue and reach the "climax" of their act.

One of the buskers collides into him.

He is thrown backwards and strikes a figure hidden behind a group of people who now come flying forward and lands in a heap. She is not at all an attractive per- son. She wears a little sailor hat of black straw that has long been exposed to the dust and soot of London and has seldom if ever been brushed. Her hair needs washing rather badly,' its mousy color can hardly be natural. She wears a shoddy shawl, a dirty blouse with a coarse apron. Her boots are much the worse for wear.

She is no doubt as clean as she can afford to be; but compared to the ladies she is very dirty. Her features are no worse than theirs; but their condition leaves something to be desired, and she needs the services of a dentist. A full day's wages. Why don't you look where you're going? Do you want me to catch pneumonia? I'll get a taxi right away. Well, if you'd done your duty by him as a mother should, you wouldn't let him spoil a poor girl's flowers and then run away without paying.

I haven't any change. Here, take this for tuppence. Better give him a flower fer it. There's a bloke there behind the pillar taking down every blessed word you're saying. I've a right to sell flowers if I keep off the kerb. I'm a respectable girl; so help me, I never spoke to him except to ask him to buy a flower off me.

Who's hurting you, you silly girl! What do you take me for? Do I look like a policeman? How do I know whether you took me down right? You just show me what you wrote about me. HIGGINS opens his book and holds it steadily under her nose, though the pressure of the mob trying to read it over his shoulders would upset a weaker man What's this?

That ain't proper writing. I can't read that. Reads, reproducing her pronunciation I say, Captain, buy a flower off a poor girl. I meant no harm. I make no charge. Anybody could see the girl meant no harm. He's a gentleman. Look at his shoes. They did. You were born in Lisson Grove. It wasn't fit for a pig to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six a week. He can't touch you; you have a right to live where you please. Blimey, you know everything, you do. Perhaps I will someday.

The science of speech. That's my pro- fession, also my hobby.

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Anyone can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue. I can place a man within six miles; I can place him within two miles in London. Quite a fat one. Cease this detestable boohooing instantly or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship. Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech; that your native lan- guage is the language of Shakespeare and Milton and the Bible; and don't sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon.

Heavens, what a noise! This is what the British population Calls an element'ry education. Come, sir, I think you picked a poor example. Speaking English any way they like. I'd rather hear a choir singing flat. It's "Aooow" and "Gam" that keep her in her place. Not her wretched clothes and dirty face. Why can't the English teach their children how to speak? This verbal class distinction by now should be antique. If you spoke as she does, sir, Instead of the way you do, Why, you might be selling flowers, too.

One common language I'm afraid we 'n never get. Oh, why can't the English leam to set A good example to people whose English is painful to your ears? The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears. There even are places where English completely dis- appears. In America, they haven't used it for years!

In France every Frenchman knows his language from "A" to "Zed" The French never care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly. Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning. The Hebrews learn it backwards, which is absolutely frightening. But use proper English, you're regarded as a freak.

Why can't the English, Why can't the English learn to speak? Well, sir, in six months I could pass her off as a duchess at an Embassy ball. I could even get her a place as a lady's maid or shop assistant, which requires better English.

He loses the cab and comes back Oh, well, any- thing is possible. I myself am a student of Indian dialects. Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Sanskrit?

Who are you? They shake hands Where are you staying? You're staying at A Wimpole Street. Come with me and we'll have a jaw over supper. I'm short for my lodging. You said you could change half a crown.

Shoving her basket at him Take the whole bloomin' basket for sixpence! The church. A re- minder. I have records of over fifty.

Did you know there are over two hun- dred? Do you know them all? Picking up a couple of florins Aaah-ow-ooh! Picking up several coins Aaaaaaah-ow-ooh! Picking up a half sovereign Aaaaaaaaaaah-ow-ooh!! We've got a bloomin' heiress in our midst! Wouldn't it be loverly! All I want is a room somewhere, Far away from the cold night air; With one enormous chair Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? Lots of choc'late for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat; Warm face, warm hands, warm feet Oh, so loverly sittin' absobloominlutely still I would never budge till spring Crept over me winder sill.

Someone's head restin' on my knee, Warm and tender as he can be, Who takes good care of me Oh, wouldn't. When she finishes, the four at the fire beguiled into the mood repeat the refrain as ELIZA and the others act out a dinner in an ex- pensive restaurant: A dustcart serves the purpose. An icy blast blows across the market place bringing them quickly back to reality and they all gather around the fire and warm their hands. A shabby back alley filled with atmosphere for everyone but those who live there.

Paul's TIME: Later that evening. There is a commotion at the pub. Drinks is to be paid for or not drunk. Come on, Doolittle. Out you go. Hop it now, Doolittle. On the double. He has well marked and -rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience.

He has a remarkably ex- pressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. I give her all that, and then I disappears and leaves her on her own to enjoy it. Now if that ain't worth half a crown now and again, I'll take off my belt and give her what for. What a surprise! You wouldn't have the heart to send me home to your step- mother without a bit of liquid protection, now would you?

Stepmother, indeed! It's me that suffers by it. I'm a slave to that woman, Eliza. Just because I ain't her lawful husband. Lovably Come on, Eliza, slip your old Dad half a crown to go home on. So here. You're a noble daughter! He turns to his friends smugly You see, boys, I told you not to go home!

It's just Faith, Hope and a little bit of luck! The Lord above gave man an arm of iron So he could do his job and never shirk. The Lord above gave man an arm of iron-but With a little bit of luck, With a little bit of luck, Someone else'll do the blinkin' work!

The gentle sex was made for man to marry, To share his nest and see his food is cooked. The gentle sex was made for man to marry-but With a little bit of luck, With a littlo bit of luck, You can have it all and not get hooked. With a little bit. How's a woman supposed to get her rest?

Once and for all, shut up! Stop that loud talk! People are tryin' to sleep! He turns to his friends Let's try to be neigh- borly-like, boys. After all.. Sings softly The Lord above made man to help his neighbor, No matter where, on land, or sea, or foam. Oh, it's a crime for man to go philanderin' And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt. Angry cries descend on them from all over the neighborhood.

There is a balcony above them with stairs to one side leading up to it. There is another door on the balcony and the wall of the balcony is entirely covered with bookcases.

Next to the door is a small table upon which is a recording machine and speaker horn. There is a desk below the alcove upon which is a small bust of Plato, a mass of papers, several tuning forks of different sizes, and a telephone. Next to the desk is a small xylophone and an- other recorder and speaker.

The alcove behind is a mass of filing cabinets and books. There is a bird cage containing a bird next to the win- dow. There is a sofa in the middle of the room, an easy chair next to the stairs and a small stool in front of the desk.

Behind the easy chair is an- other recording machine and, against the wall by the double doors, still another. The next day. The room is dark. In the darkness between the scenes strange guttural sounds pour forth from the public address system.

The strange sounds heard in the darkness a moment before are now discovered to be coming from the re- corder. When the lights go on, as they will in a moment, HIGGINS in the morning light is seen to be a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty or thereabouts. He is, in fact, but for his years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby "taking notice" eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him out of unintended mis- chief. His manner varies from genial bullying when he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likable even in his least reasonable moments.

Nonsense, you hear much better in the dark. I'm quite done up for this morning. Higgins, are you there? He turns down the volume of the machine MRS. What does she want?

He switches on the light Has she an interest- ing accent? Show her up, Mrs. It's for you to say. This is rather a bit of luck. We'll set her talking; and I'll take her down in Bell's Visible Speech; then in Broad Romic; and then we'll get her on the phonograph so that you can tum her on as often as you like with the written transcript before you.

ELIZA enters in state. She has a hat with three os- trich feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. She has a nearly clean apron, and the shoddy coat has been tidied a little. But as to HIGGINS, the only distinction he makes between men and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the heavens against some feather- weight cross, he coaxes women as a child coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her mGGINS Brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealed disap- pointment, and at once, babylike, making an intolerable grievance of it Why, this is the girl I jotted down last night.

She's no use: I've got all the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo, and I'm not going to waste another cylinder on it. To the girl Be off with you: I don't want you.

You ain't heard what I come for yet. To MRS. What do you think a gentleman like Mr. Higgins cares what you came in? He ain't above giving lessons, not him: I heard him say so.

Well, I ain't come here to ask for any compliment; and if my money's not good enough I can go elsewhere. Now you know, don't you? I'm come to have lessons, I am. And to pay for 'em too: Recovering his breath with a gasp What do you expect me to say to you? Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business? But they won't take me unless I can talk more genteel. He said he could teach me.

Well, here I am ready to pay him-not asking any favor-and he treats me as if I was dirt. I know what les- sons cost as well as you do; and I'm ready to pay. I thought you'd come off it when you saw a chance of getting back a bit of what you chucked at me last night. Confidentially You'd had a drop in, hadn't you? Do as you're told. A lady friend of mine gets French lessons for heighteen pence an hour from a real French gentleman.

Well, you wouldn't have the face to ask me the same for teaching me my own language as you would for French; so I won't give more than a shil- ling. Take it or leave it. HIGGINS You know, Pickering, if you consider a shilling, not as a simple shilling, but as a percentage of this girl's income, it works out as fully equivalent to sixty or seventy pounds from a millionaire. By George, it's the biggest offer I ever had.

What are you talkin' about? I never offered you sixty pounds! Where would I get Sit down. Nobody is going to touch your money. Now, sit down. One would think you was my father! To wipe any part of your face that feels moist.

Remember, that's your handkerchief; and that's your sleeve. Don't mistake the one for the other if you wish to become a lady in a shop. What about your boast that you could pass her off as a duchess at the Embassy Ball? I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive if you can make that good. I'll bet you all the expenses of the experi- ment you can't do it. And I'll even pay for the lessons.

Thank you, Captain. She's so deliciously low-so horribly dirty!

I ain't dirty: I washed my face and hands afore I come, I did. I'll make a duchess of this draggle-tailed gutter-snipe! This moment! Take her away and clean her, Mrs. Sandpaper if it won't come off any other way. Is there a good fire in the kitchen? Ring up and order some new ones.

Wrap her up in brown paper till they come. I'm a good girl, I am; and I know what the likes of you are, I do. You've got to learn to behave like a duchess. Take her away, Mrs. If she gives you any trouble, wallop her. Be reasonable.

Higgins, really you must. You can't walk over everybody like this. The hurricane is succeeded by a zephyr oj amiable surprise My dear Mrs.

Pearce, my dear Picker- ing. I never had the slightest intention of walking over anybody. All I propose is that we should be kind to this poor girl.

If I did not express myself clearly it was because I did not wish to hurt her delicacy, or yours. But you don't know anything about her! What about her parents? She may be married. HIGGINS Suddenly resorting to the most thrillingly beautiful low tones in his best elocutionary style By George, Eliza, the streets will be strewn with the bodies of men shoot- ing themselves for your sake before I've done with you. He's off his chump, he is. I don't want no balmies teachin' me.

I'm mad, am I? Very well, Mrs. Pearce, you needn't order the new clothes for her. Throw her out! He deftly retrieves his handkerchief MRS. I won't allow it. Go home to your parents, girl. The girl doesn't belong to anybody, and she's no use to anybody but me.

Take her upstairs and- MRS. Is she to be paid any- thing? Oh, do be sensible, sir. She'll have her food and her clothes. She'll only drink: It's a lie; no- body ever saw the sign of liquor on me. Not any feelings that we need bother about. Cheerily Have you, Eliza? I must know on what terms the girl is to be here. What is to become of her when you've finished your teaching? You must look ahead a little, sir.

Answer me that, Mrs. Oh, you've no feelin' heart in you: I've had enough of this. I'm going. Snatching a chocolate cream from the table, his eyes suddenly twinkling with mischief Have some chocolates.

I've heard of girls being drugged by the like of you. I eat one half and you eat the other. ELIZA opens her mouth to retort. You shall live on them, eh? Think of chocolates, and taxis, and gold, and diamonds.

I don't want no gold and no diamonds. I'm a good girl, I am. Pearce is quite right. If this girl is to put herself in your hands for six months for an experiment in teaching, she must understand thoroughly what she's doing!

If you're good and do whatever you're told, you shall sleep in a proper bedroom and have lots to eat, and money to buy chocolates and take ,rides in taxis.

If you're naughty and idle you will sleep in the back kitchen among the black beetles, and be walloped by Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick. At the end of six months you shall go to Buckingham Palace in a carriage, beautifully dressed.

If the King finds out you're not a lady, you will. The character Eliza Doolittle is a speaker of Cockney English.

Her father is also presented as speaking in the same way, together with other secondary characters. Henry Higgins, professor of Phonetics, makes a wager with his friend Colonel Pickering: that he can teach flower girl Eliza Doolittle the proper way of speaking and the manners necessary for her to pass for a duchess in the highest society.

Success, for him, comes together with understanding and mastering a perfect and proper approach to the English language. Peter Ladefoged was the chief linguistic consultant on this film. Another exercise involves making Eliza practice speaking without h-dropping see Example 6 : Example 6 In Hertford, Hereford and Hampshire, hurricanes hardly ever happen. Kind of you.

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Cup of tea. A cup of tea. It takes place in gerunds. This is also a very common feature in the speech of some Americans, regardless of their ethnical background. Instead, he claimed, an alveolar nasal is used as a substitute for a velar nasal p.

Another diphthong alteration is noticeable in the Example 13a. Such an example is present in Mr. Example 18 -Say your vowels. I knew them before I come. This can be seen in Mr. Consonants As with many accents of England, Cockney is non-rhotic. This is another instance of th-fronting. The movie focuses on the most distinctive and easily noticeable features of pronunciation in Cockney English. Also, there is speaker variation for Cockney English.I don't eat less hearty than he does, and I drink a lot more.

I don't matter, I suppose? SCENE 4. Men of the world, are we? Reluctantly and suspiciously You're a great bully, you are. Is she to be paid any- thing? Accents of English 2: The British Isles. If this girl is to put herself in your hands for six months for an experiment in teaching, she must understand thoroughly what she's doing!

I'm willing to tell ya. Pearce is quite right.