The Glass Slipper
Two-hander · Comedy
The Glass Slipper
The Glass Slipper · H & E Farjeon
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The Glass Slipper
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In a flurry of makeup and bickering, Cinderella's step-sisters, Araminta and Arethusa, prepare for the palace ball, revealing their rivalry and vanity in a humorous exchange.
Duologue
Characters: ARAMINTA, ARETHUSA
ARAMINTA and ARETHUSA, Cinderella's step-sisters, are getting ready for the palace ball. They quarrel and bicker as they apply their make-up.
ARAMINTA:
Fingers, fingers! That's my dressing table, thank you! Leave my pots and pomatums alone.
ARETHUSA:
I was only...
ARAMINTA:
(Mimicking) "I was only, I was only" - You was only, you was only
ARETHUSA:
Don’t snatch!
ARAMINTA:
Don't snitch! You can go to prison for snitching.
ARETHUSA:
If it comes to snitching, who snutch my circassian cream"?
ARAMINTA:
Who snutch my Essence of Ispahan?
ARETHUSA:
Who snutch my Milk of Morocco'?
ARAMINTA:
Who's got a face like a turnip?
ARETHUSA:
(Turning) That's not an argument,
ARAMINTA:
What's not an argument?
ARETHUSA:
That isn't
ARAMINTA:
Well, what is an argument?
ARETHUSA:
What do you mean, what is an argument?
ARAMINTA:
Oh, shut up!
ARETHUSA:
Shut up yourself. Come on Cinders, hurry up!
ARAMINTA:
Look sharp
ARETHUSA:
Do come and dress me, for goodness sake.
ARAMINTA:
Me first, me first. ( Pushing each other)
ARETHUSA:
I'm oldest
ARAMINTA:
I'm first alphabetically
ARETHUSA:
There's no doubt about it, I really am going to be rather a dazzle tonight... What a boon is beauty Don't you rather dote on droopy eyes?... The dear Prince will never be able to resist them... I'm afraid Minty, your eyes aren't a bit droopy.
ARAMINTA:
Nor my mouth darling. No... not droopy... Mine is what I would call a mysterious allure. What is it, what is it about me'? That's the question the dear Prince will keep asking himself... There certainly is a hidden something.
ARETHUSA:
Completely hidden. ( Pretending to meet the Prince)
ARAMINTA:
How do you do, dear Prince'?
ARETHUSA:
Dear Prince, how do you do? Oh, but how sweet of you - I dote on roses
ARAMINTA:
(At ARETHUSA) So much prettier than wallflowers.
ARETHUSA:
Who's a wallflower?
ARAMINTA:
I know Who's a wallflower,
ARETHUSA:
Oh, shut up.
ARAMINTA:
Shut up yourself. Music? Yes, indeed... I dote on music... I know it backwards.
ARETHUSA:
Backwards?
ARAMINTA:
Backwards.
ARETHUSA:
Ices?... Ices?... What are ices when I can feed on your face'?
ARAMINTA:
Feed on his face'?
ARETHUSA:
Feed on his face... Where's my pink ribbon?
ARAMINTA:
Where's my beauty spot?
ARETHUSA:
Where's my feather?
ARAMINTA:
Where's my fan'? Cinderella's such a slowcoach.
ARETHUSA:
Oh dear, oh dear, my feather's all crooked. ( Both pushing and looking in the mirror on dressing table)
ARAMINTA:
My beauty spot's on the wrong side. I knew it was. ( Pushing between the chair and dressing table and falling over)
BOTH:
Clumsy! Clumsy!
