Title: The Shewing-up of Blanco Posnet
Author: Shaw, Bernard, 1856-1950
Language: English
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THE SHEWING-UP OF BLANCO POSNET

By Bernard Shaw

1909


TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: The edition from which this work was taken was
printed without contractions, so there is Ill for I'll and dont for
don't, for example, and show is spelt shew.



PREFACE



THE CENSORSHIP

This little play is really a religious tract in dramatic form. If our
silly censorship would permit its performance, it might possibly help to
set right-side-up the perverted conscience and re-invigorate the starved
self-respect of our considerable class of loose-lived playgoers whose
point of honor is to deride all official and conventional sermons. As it
is, it only gives me an opportunity of telling the story of the Select
Committee of both Houses of Parliament which sat last year to enquire
into the working of the censorship, against which it was alleged by
myself and others that as its imbecility and mischievousness could not
be fully illustrated within the limits of decorum imposed on the press,
it could only be dealt with by a parliamentary body subject to no such
limits.



A READABLE BLUEBOOK

Few books of the year 1909 can have been cheaper and more entertaining
than the report of this Committee. Its full title is REPORT FROM THE
JOINT SELECT COMMITTEE OF THE HOUSE OF LORDS AND THE HOUSE OF COMMONS
ON THE STAGE PLAYS (CENSORSHIP) TOGETHER WITH THE PROCEEDINGS OF THE
COMMITTEE, MINUTES OF EVIDENCE, AND APPENDICES. What the phrase "the
Stage Plays" means in this title I do not know; nor does anyone else.
The number of the Bluebook is 214.

How interesting it is may be judged from the fact that it contains
verbatim reports of long and animated interviews between the Committee
and such witnesses as W. William Archer, Mr. Granville Barker, Mr. J.
M. Barrie, Mr. Forbes Robertson, Mr. Cecil Raleigh, Mr. John Galsworthy,
Mr. Laurence Housman, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, Mr. W. L. Courtney, Sir
William Gilbert, Mr. A. B. Walkley, Miss Lena Ashwell, Professor Gilbert
Murray, Mr. George Alexander, Mr. George Edwardes, Mr. Comyns Carr,
the Speaker of the House of Commons, the Bishop of Southwark, Mr. Hall
Caine, Mr. Israel Zangwill, Sir Squire Bancroft, Sir Arthur Pinero, and
Mr. Gilbert Chesterton, not to mention myself and a number of gentlemen
less well known to the general public, but important in the world of the
theatre. The publication of a book by so many famous contributors would
be beyond the means of any commercial publishing firm. His Majesty's
Stationery Office sells it to all comers by weight at the very
reasonable price of three-and-threepence a copy.



HOW NOT TO DO IT

It was pointed out by Charles Dickens in Little Dorrit, which remains
the most accurate and penetrating study of the genteel littleness of
our class governments in the English language, that whenever an abuse
becomes oppressive enough to persuade our party parliamentarians
that something must be done, they immediately set to work to face
the situation and discover How Not To Do It. Since Dickens's day
the exposures effected by the Socialists have so shattered the
self-satisfaction of modern commercial civilization that it is no longer
difficult to convince our governments that something must be done,
even to the extent of attempts at a reconstruction of civilization on
a thoroughly uncommercial basis. Consequently, the first part of the
process described by Dickens: that in which the reformers were snubbed
by front bench demonstrations that the administrative departments were
consuming miles of red tape in the correctest forms of activity, and
that everything was for the best in the best of all possible worlds,
is out of fashion; and we are in that other phase, familiarized by the
history of the French Revolution, in which the primary assumption is
that the country is in danger, and that the first duty of all parties,
politicians, and governments is to save it. But as the effect of this
is to give governments a great many more things to do, it also gives a
powerful stimulus to the art of How Not To Do Them: that is to say, the
art of contriving methods of reform which will leave matters exactly as
they are.

The report of the Joint Select Committee is a capital illustration of
this tendency. The case against the censorship was overwhelming; and the
defence was more damaging to it than no defence at all could have
been. Even had this not been so, the mere caprice of opinion had turned
against the institution; and a reform was expected, evidence or no
evidence. Therefore the Committee was unanimous as to the necessity of
reforming the censorship; only, unfortunately, the majority attached
to this unanimity the usual condition that nothing should be done to
disturb the existing state of things. How this was effected may be
gathered from the recommendations finally agreed on, which are as
follows.

1. The drama is to be set entirely free by the abolition of the existing
obligation to procure a licence from the Censor before performing a
play; but every theatre lease is in future to be construed as if it
contained a clause giving the landlord power to break it and evict the
lessee if he produces a play without first obtaining the usual licence
from the Lord Chamberlain.

2. Some of the plays licensed by the Lord Chamberlain are so vicious
that their present practical immunity from prosecution must be put an
end to; but no manager who procures the Lord Chamberlain's licence for
a play can be punished in any way for producing it, though a special
tribunal may order him to discontinue the performance; and even this
order must not be recorded to his disadvantage on the licence of his
theatre, nor may it be given as a judicial reason for cancelling that
licence.

3. Authors and managers producing plays without first obtaining the
usual licence from the Lord Chamberlain shall be perfectly free to do
so, and shall be at no disadvantage compared to those who follow the
existing practice, except that they may be punished, have the licences
of their theatres endorsed and cancelled, and have the performance
stopped pending the proceedings without compensation in the event of the
proceedings ending in their acquittal.

4. Authors are to be rescued from their present subjection to an
irresponsible secret tribunal which can condemn their plays without
giving reasons, by the substitution for that tribunal of a Committee of
the Privy Council, which is to be the final authority on the fitness of
a play for representation; and this Committee is to sit in camera if and
when it pleases.

5. The power to impose a veto on the production of plays is to be
abolished because it may hinder the growth of a great national drama;
but the Office of Examiner of Plays shall be continued; and the Lord
Chamberlain shall retain his present powers to license plays, but shall
be made responsible to Parliament to the extent of making it possible
to ask questions there concerning his proceedings, especially now that
members have discovered a method of doing this indirectly.

And so on, and so forth. The thing is to be done; and it is not to be
done. Everything is to be changed and nothing is to be changed. The
problem is to be faced and the solution to be shirked. And the word of
Dickens is to be justified.



THE STORY OF THE JOINT SELECT COMMITTEE

Let me now tell the story of the Committee in greater detail, partly as
a contribution to history; partly because, like most true stories, it is
more amusing than the official story.

All commissions of public enquiry are more or less intimidated both
by the interests on which they have to sit in judgment and, when
their members are party politicians, by the votes at the back of those
interests; but this unfortunate Committee sat under a quite exceptional
cross fire. First, there was the king. The Censor is a member of his
household retinue; and as a king's retinue has to be jealously guarded
to avoid curtailment of the royal state no matter what may be the
function of the particular retainer threatened, nothing but an
express royal intimation to the contrary, which is a constitutional
impossibility, could have relieved the Committee from the fear of
displeasing the king by any proposal to abolish the censorship of the
Lord Chamberlain. Now all the lords on the Committee and some of the
commoners could have been wiped out of society (in their sense of the
word) by the slightest intimation that the king would prefer not to meet
them; and this was a heavy risk to run on the chance of "a great and
serious national drama" ensuing on the removal of the Lord Chamberlain's
veto on Mrs Warren's Profession. Second, there was the Nonconformist
conscience, holding the Liberal Government responsible for the Committee
it had appointed, and holding also, to the extent of votes enough to
turn the scale in some constituencies, that the theatre is the gate of
hell, to be tolerated, as vice is tolerated, only because the power to
suppress it could not be given to any public body without too serious an
interference with certain Liberal traditions of liberty which are still
useful to Nonconformists in other directions. Third, there was the
commercial interest of the theatrical managers and their syndicates of
backers in the City, to whom, as I shall shew later on, the censorship
affords a cheap insurance of enormous value. Fourth, there was the
powerful interest of the trade in intoxicating liquors, fiercely
determined to resist any extension of the authority of teetotaller-led
local governing bodies over theatres. Fifth, there were the playwrights,
without political power, but with a very close natural monopoly of a
talent not only for play-writing but for satirical polemics. And since
every interest has its opposition, all these influences had created
hostile bodies by the operation of the mere impulse to contradict them,
always strong in English human nature.



WHY THE MANAGERS LOVE THE CENSORSHIP

The only one of these influences which seems to be generally
misunderstood is that of the managers. It has been assumed repeatedly
that managers and authors are affected in the same way by the
censorship. When a prominent author protests against the censorship, his
opinion is supposed to be balanced by that of some prominent manager
who declares that the censorship is the mainstay of the theatre, and
his relations with the Lord Chamberlain and the Examiner of Plays a
cherished privilege and an inexhaustible joy. This error was not removed
by the evidence given before the Joint Select Committee. The managers
did not make their case clear there, partly because they did not
understand it, and partly because their most eminent witnesses were not
personally affected by it, and would not condescend to plead it, feeling
themselves, on the contrary, compelled by their self-respect to admit
and even emphasize the fact that the Lord Chamberlain in the exercise of
his duties as licenser had done those things which he ought not to
have done, and left undone those things which he ought to have done. Mr
Forbes Robertson and Sir Herbert Tree, for instance, had never felt the
real disadvantage of which managers have to complain. This disadvantage
was not put directly to the Committee; and though the managers are
against me on the question of the censorship, I will now put their case
for them as they should have put it themselves, and as it can be read
between the lines of their evidence when once the reader has the clue.

The manager of a theatre is a man of business. He is not an expert in
politics, religion, art, literature, philosophy, or law. He calls in
a playwright just as he calls in a doctor, or consults a lawyer, or
engages an architect, depending on the playwright's reputation and past
achievements for a satisfactory result. A play by an unknown man may
attract him sufficiently to induce him to give that unknown man a trial;
but this does not occur often enough to be taken into account: his
normal course is to resort to a well-known author and take (mostly with
misgiving) what he gets from him. Now this does not cause any anxiety
to Mr Forbes Robertson and Sir Herbert Tree, because they are only
incidentally managers and men of business: primarily they are highly
cultivated artists, quite capable of judging for themselves anything
that the most abstruse playwright is likely to put before them, But the
plain sailing tradesman who must be taken as the typical manager (for
the West end of London is not the whole theatrical world) is by no means
equally qualified to judge whether a play is safe from prosecution or
not. He may not understand it, may not like it, may not know what the
author is driving at, may have no knowledge of the ethical, political,
and sectarian controversies which may form the intellectual fabric of
the play, and may honestly see nothing but an ordinary "character part"
in a stage figure which may be a libellous and unmistakeable caricature
of some eminent living person of whom he has never heard. Yet if he
produces the play he is legally responsible just as if he had written it
himself. Without protection he may find himself in the dock answering
a charge of blasphemous libel, seditious libel, obscene libel, or all
three together, not to mention the possibility of a private action for
defamatory libel. His sole refuge is the opinion of the Examiner of
Plays, his sole protection the licence of the Lord Chamberlain. A
refusal to license does not hurt him, because he can produce another
play: it is the author who suffers. The granting of the licence
practically places him above the law; for though it may be legally
possible to prosecute a licensed play, nobody ever dreams of doing it.
The really responsible person, the Lord Chamberlain, could not be put
into the dock; and the manager could not decently be convicted when he
could procure in his defence a certificate from the chief officer of the
King's household that the play was a proper one.



A TWO GUINEA INSURANCE POLICY

The censorship, then, provides the manager, at the negligible premium
of two guineas per play, with an effective insurance against the author
getting him into trouble, and a complete relief from all conscientious
responsibility for the character of the entertainment at his theatre.
Under such circumstances, managers would be more than human if they did
not regard the censorship as their most valuable privilege. This is the
simple explanation of the rally of the managers and their Associations
to the defence of the censorship, of their reiterated resolutions of
confidence in the Lord Chamberlain, of their presentations of plate,
and, generally, of their enthusiastic contentment with the present
system, all in such startling contrast to the denunciations of the
censorship by the authors. It also explains why the managerial witnesses
who had least to fear from the Censor were the most reluctant in his
defence, whilst those whose practice it is to strain his indulgence to
the utmost were almost rapturous in his praise. There would be absolute
unanimity among the managers in favor of the censorship if they were all
simply tradesmen. Even those actor-managers who made no secret before
the Committee of their contempt for the present operation of the
censorship, and their indignation at being handed over to a domestic
official as casual servants of a specially disorderly kind, demanded,
not the abolition of the institution, but such a reform as might make it
consistent with their dignity and unobstructive to their higher artistic
aims. Feeling no personal need for protection against the author, they
perhaps forgot the plight of many a manager to whom the modern advanced
drama is so much Greek; but they did feel very strongly the need of
being protected against Vigilance Societies and Municipalities and
common informers in a country where a large section of the community
still believes that art of all kinds is inherently sinful.



WHY THE GOVERNMENT INTERFERED

It may now be asked how a Liberal government had been persuaded to
meddle at all with a question in which so many conflicting interests
were involved, and which had probably no electoral value whatever.
Many simple simple souls believed that it was because certain severely
virtuous plays by Ibsen, by M. Brieux, by Mr Granville Barker, and by
me, were suppressed by the censorship, whilst plays of a scandalous
character were licensed without demur. No doubt this influenced
public opinion; but those who imagine that it could influence British
governments little know how remote from public opinion and how full
of their own little family and party affairs British governments, both
Liberal and Unionist, still are. The censorship scandal had existed for
years without any parliamentary action being taken in the matter, and
might have existed for as many more had it not happened in 1906 that
Mr Robert Vernon Harcourt entered parliament as a member of the Liberal
Party, of which his father had been one of the leaders during the
Gladstone era. Mr Harcourt was thus a young man marked out for office
both by his parentage and his unquestionable social position as one
of the governing class. Also, and this was much less usual, he
was brilliantly clever, and was the author of a couple of plays of
remarkable promise. Mr Harcourt informed his leaders that he was going
to take up the subject of the censorship. The leaders, recognizing his
hereditary right to a parliamentary canter of some sort as a prelude to
his public career, and finding that all the clever people seemed to
be agreed that the censorship was an anti-Liberal institution and
an abominable nuisance to boot, indulged him by appointing a Select
Committee of both Houses to investigate the subject. The then Chancellor
of the Duchy of Lancaster, Mr Herbert Samuel (now Postmaster-General),
who had made his way into the Cabinet twenty years ahead of the usual
age, was made Chairman. Mr Robert Harcourt himself was of course a
member. With him, representing the Commons, were Mr Alfred Mason, a man
of letters who had won a seat in parliament as offhandedly as he has
since discarded it, or as he once appeared on the stage to help me out
of a difficulty in casting Arms and the Man when that piece was the
newest thing in the advanced drama. There was Mr Hugh Law, an Irish
member, son of an Irish Chancellor, presenting a keen and joyous front
to English intellectual sloth. Above all, there was Colonel Lockwood to
represent at one stroke the Opposition and the average popular man. This
he did by standing up gallantly for the Censor, to whose support the
Opposition was in no way committed, and by visibly defying the most
cherished conventions of the average man with a bunch of carnations
in his buttonhole as large as a dinner-plate, which would have made a
Bunthorne blench, and which very nearly did make Mr Granville Barker
(who has an antipathy to the scent of carnations) faint.



THE PEERS ON THE JOINT SELECT COMMITTEE

The House of Lords then proceeded to its selection. As fashionable drama
in Paris and London concerns itself almost exclusively with adultery,
the first choice fell on Lord Gorell, who had for many years presided
over the Divorce Court. Lord Plymouth, who had been Chairman to the
Shakespear Memorial project (now merged in the Shakespear Memorial
National Theatre) was obviously marked out for selection; and it was
generally expected that the Lords Lytton and Esher, who had taken
a prominent part in the same movement, would have been added. This
expectation was not fulfilled. Instead, Lord Willoughby de Broke, who
had distinguished himself as an amateur actor, was selected along with
Lord Newton, whose special qualifications for the Committee, if he had
any, were unknown to the public. Finally Lord Ribblesdale, the argute
son of a Scotch mother, was thrown in to make up for any shortcoming
in intellectual subtlety that might arise in the case of his younger
colleagues; and this completed the two teams.



THE COMMITTEE'S ATTITUDE TOWARD THE THEATRE

In England, thanks chiefly to the censorship, the theatre is not
respected. It is indulged and despised as a department of what is
politely called gaiety. It is therefore not surprising that the majority
of the Committee began by taking its work uppishly and carelessly.
When it discovered that the contemporary drama, licensed by the Lord
Chamberlain, included plays which could be described only behind closed
doors, and in the discomfort which attends discussions of very nasty
subjects between men of widely different ages, it calmly put its own
convenience before its public duty by ruling that there should be no
discussion of particular plays, much as if a committee on temperance
were to rule that drunkenness was not a proper subject of conversation
among gentlemen.



A BAD BEGINNING

This was a bad beginning. Everybody knew that in England the censorship
would not be crushed by the weight of the constitutional argument
against it, heavy as that was, unless it were also brought home to the
Committee and to the public that it had sanctioned and protected the
very worst practicable examples of the kind of play it professed
to extirpate. For it must be remembered that the other half of the
practical side of the case, dealing with the merits of the plays it had
suppressed, could never secure a unanimous assent. If the Censor had
suppressed Hamlet, as he most certainly would have done had it been
submitted to him as a new play, he would have been supported by a large
body of people to whom incest is a tabooed subject which must not
be mentioned on the stage or anywhere else outside a criminal court.
Hamlet, Oedipus, and The Cenci, Mrs Warren's Profession, Brieux's
Maternite, and Les Avaries, Maeterlinck's Monna Vanna and Mr. Granville
Barker's Waste may or may not be great poems, or edifying sermons, or
important documents, or charming romances: our tribal citizens know
nothing about that and do not want to know anything: all that they do
know is that incest, prostitution, abortion, contagious diseases, and
nudity are improper, and that all conversations, or books, or plays in
which they are discussed are improper conversations, improper books,
improper plays, and should not be allowed. The Censor may prohibit all
such plays with complete certainty that there will be a chorus of "Quite
right too" sufficient to drown the protests of the few who know better.
The Achilles heel of the censorship is therefore not the fine plays it
has suppressed, but the abominable plays it has licensed: plays which
the Committee itself had to turn the public out of the room and close
the doors before it could discuss, and which I myself have found it
impossible to expose in the press because no editor of a paper or
magazine intended for general family reading could admit into his
columns the baldest narration of the stories which the Censor has not
only tolerated but expressly certified as fitting for presentation on
the stage. When the Committee ruled out this part of the case it shook
the confidence of the authors in its impartiality and its seriousness.
Of course it was not able to enforce its ruling thoroughly. Plays which
were merely lightminded and irresponsible in their viciousness
were repeatedly mentioned by Mr Harcourt and others. But the really
detestable plays, which would have damned the censorship beyond all
apology or salvation, were never referred to; and the moment Mr Harcourt
or anyone else made the Committee uncomfortable by a move in their
direction, the ruling was appealed to at once, and the censorship saved.



A COMIC INTERLUDE

It was part of this nervous dislike of the unpleasant part of its
business that led to the comic incident of the Committee's sudden
discovery that I had insulted it, and its suspension of its
investigation for the purpose of elaborately insulting me back again.
Comic to the lookers-on, that is; for the majority of the Committee made
no attempt to conceal the fact that they were wildly angry with me;
and I, though my public experience and skill in acting enabled me to
maintain an appearance of imperturbable good-humor, was equally furious.
The friction began as follows.

The precedents for the conduct of the Committee were to be found in
the proceedings of the Committee of 1892. That Committee, no doubt
recognizing the absurdity of calling on distinguished artists to give
their views before it, and then refusing to allow them to state their
views except in nervous replies to such questions as it might suit
members to put to them, allowed Sir Henry Irving and Sir John Hare to
prepare and read written statements, and formally invited them to read
them to the Committee before being questioned. I accordingly prepared
such a statement. For the greater convenience of the Committee, I
offered to have this statement printed at my own expense, and to
supply the members with copies. The offer was accepted; and the copies
supplied. I also offered to provide the Committee with copies of those
plays of mine which had been refused a licence by the Lord Chamberlain.
That offer also was accepted; and the books duly supplied.



AN ANTI-SHAVIAN PANIC

As far as I can guess, the next thing that happened was that some
timid or unawakened member of the Committee read my statement and was
frightened or scandalized out of his wits by it. At all events it is
certain that the majority of the Committee allowed themselves to be
persuaded to refuse to allow any statement to be read; but to avoid
the appearance of pointing this expressly at me, the form adopted was
a resolution to adhere strictly to precedent, the Committee being
then unaware that the precedents were on my side. Accordingly, when
I appeared before the Committee, and proposed to read my statement
"according to precedent," the Committee was visibly taken aback. The
Chairman was bound by the letter of the decision arrived at to allow me
to read my statement, since that course was according to precedent; but
as this was exactly what the decision was meant to prevent, the majority
of the Committee would have regarded this hoisting of them with their
own petard as a breach of faith on the part of the Chairman, who, I
infer, was not in agreement with the suppressive majority. There was
nothing for it, after a somewhat awkward pause, but to clear me and the
public out of the room and reconsider the situation IN CAMERA. When the
doors were opened again I was informed simply that the Committee would
not hear my statement, but as the Committee could not very decently
refuse my evidence altogether, the Chairman, with a printed copy of my
statement in his hand as "proof," was able to come to the rescue to some
extent by putting to me a series of questions to which no doubt I might
have replied by taking another copy out of my pocket, and quoting my
statement paragraph by paragraph, as some of the later witnesses did.
But as in offering the Committee my statement for burial in their
bluebook I had made a considerable sacrifice, being able to secure
greater publicity for it by independent publication on my own account;
and as, further, the circumstances of the refusal made it offensive
enough to take all heart out of the scrupulous consideration with which
I had so far treated the Committee, I was not disposed to give its
majority a second chance, or to lose the opportunity offered me by
the questions to fire an additional broadside into the censorship. I
pocketed my statement, and answered the questions VIVA VOCE. At the
conclusion of this, my examination-in-chief, the Committee adjourned,
asking me to present myself again for (virtually) cross-examination. But
this cross-examination never came off, as the sequel will shew.



A RARE AND CURIOUS FIRST EDITION

The refusal of the Committee to admit my statement had not unnaturally
created the impression that it must be a scandalous document; and
a lively demand for copies at once set in. And among the very first
applicants were members of the majority which had carried the decision
to exclude the document. They had given so little attention to the
business that they did not know, or had forgotten, that they had already
been supplied with copies at their own request. At all events, they
came to me publicly and cleaned me out of the handful of copies I had
provided for distribution to the press. And after the sitting it was
intimated to me that yet more copies were desired for the use of the
Committee: a demand, under the circumstances, of breath-bereaving
coolness. At the same time, a brisk demand arose outside the Committee,
not only among people who were anxious to read what I had to say on the
subject, but among victims of the craze for collecting first editions,
copies of privately circulated pamphlets, and other real or imaginary
rarities, and who will cheerfully pay five guineas for any piece of
discarded old rubbish of mine when they will not pay four-and-sixpence
for this book because everyone else can get it for four-and-sixpence
too.



THE TIMES TO THE RESCUE

The day after the refusal of the Committee to face my statement, I
transferred the scene of action to the columns of The Times, which did
yeoman's service to the public on this, as on many other occasions, by
treating the question as a public one without the least regard to the
supposed susceptibilities of the Court on the one side, or the avowed
prejudices of the Free Churches or the interests of the managers or
theatrical speculators on the other. The Times published the summarized
conclusions of my statement, and gave me an opportunity of saying as
much as it was then advisable to say of what had occurred. For it must
be remembered that, however impatient and contemptuous I might feel of
the intellectual cowardice shewn by the majority of the Committee face
to face with myself, it was none the less necessary to keep up its
prestige in every possible way, not only for the sake of the dignity and
importance of the matter with which it had to deal, and in the hope that
the treatment of subsequent witnesses and the final report might make
amends for a feeble beginning, but also out of respect and consideration
for the minority. For it is fair to say that the majority was never more
than a bare majority, and that the worst thing the Committee did--the
exclusion of references to particular plays--was perpetrated in the
absence of the Chairman.

I, therefore, had to treat the Committee in The Times very much better
than its majority deserved, an injustice for which I now apologize. I
did not, however, resist the temptation to hint, quite good-humoredly,
that my politeness to the Committee had cost me quite enough already,
and that I was not prepared to supply the members of the Committee, or
anyone else, with extra copies merely as collectors' curiosities.



THE COUNCIL OF TEN

Then the fat was in the fire. The majority, chaffed for its eagerness
to obtain copies of scarce pamphlets retailable at five guineas,
went dancing mad. When I presented myself, as requested, for
cross-examination, I found the doors of the Committee room shut, and the
corridors of the House of Lords filled by a wondering crowd, to whom it
had somehow leaked out that something terrible was happening inside.
It could not be another licensed play too scandalous to be discussed in
public, because the Committee had decided to discuss no more of these
examples of the Censor's notions of purifying the stage; and what else
the Committee might have to discuss that might not be heard by all the
world was not easily guessable.

Without suggesting that the confidence of the Committee was in any way
violated by any of its members further than was absolutely necessary to
clear them from suspicion of complicity in the scene which followed, I
think I may venture to conjecture what was happening. It was felt by the
majority, first, that it must be cleared at all costs of the imputation
of having procured more than one copy each of my statement, and that
one not from any interest in an undesirable document by an irreverent
author, but in the reluctant discharge of its solemn public duty;
second, that a terrible example must be made of me by the most crushing
public snub in the power of the Committee to administer. To throw my
wretched little pamphlet at my head and to kick me out of the room was
the passionate impulse which prevailed in spite of all the remonstrances
of the Commoners, seasoned to the give-and-take of public life, and of
the single peer who kept his head. The others, for the moment, had no
heads to keep. And the fashion in which they proposed to wreak their
vengeance was as follows.



THE SENTENCE

I was to be admitted, as a lamb to the slaughter, and allowed to take my
place as if for further examination. The Chairman was then to inform me
coldly that the Committee did not desire to have anything more to say to
me. The members were thereupon solemnly to hand me back the copies of my
statement as so much waste paper, and I was to be suffered to slink away
with what countenance I could maintain in such disgrace.

But this plan required the active co-operation of every member of
the Committee; and whilst the majority regarded it as an august and
impressive vindication of the majesty of parliament, the minority
regarded it with equal conviction as a puerile tomfoolery, and declined
altogether to act their allotted parts in it. Besides, they did not
all want to part with the books. For instance, Mr Hugh Law, being an
Irishman, with an Irishman's sense of how to behave like a gallant
gentleman on occasion, was determined to be able to assure me that
nothing should induce him to give up my statement or prevent him from
obtaining and cherishing as many copies as possible. (I quote this as
an example to the House of Lords of the right thing to say in such
emergencies). So the program had to be modified. The minority could not
prevent the enraged majority from refusing to examine me further; nor
could the Chairman refuse to communicate that decision to me. Neither
could the minority object to the secretary handing me back such copies
as he could collect from the majority. And at that the matter was left.
The doors were opened; the audience trooped in; I was called to my place
in the dock (so to speak); and all was ready for the sacrifice.



THE EXECUTION

Alas! the majority reckoned without Colonel Lockwood. That hardy and
undaunted veteran refused to shirk his share in the scene merely because
the minority was recalcitrant and the majority perhaps subject to stage
fright. When Mr Samuel had informed me that the Committee had no further
questions to ask me with an urbanity which gave the public no clue as to
the temper of the majority; when I had jumped up with the proper air of
relief and gratitude; when the secretary had handed me his little packet
of books with an affability which effectually concealed his dramatic
function as executioner; when the audience was simply disappointed
at being baulked of the entertainment of hearing Mr Robert Harcourt
cross-examine me; in short, when the situation was all but saved by the
tact of the Chairman and secretary, Colonel Lockwood rose, with all his
carnations blazing, and gave away the whole case by handing me, with
impressive simplicity and courtesy, his TWO copies of the precious
statement. And I believe that if he had succeeded in securing ten, he
would have handed them all back to me with the most sincere conviction
that every one of the ten must prove a crushing addition to the
weight of my discomfiture. I still cherish that second copy, a little
blue-bound pamphlet, methodically autographed "Lockwood B" among my most
valued literary trophies.

An innocent lady told me afterwards that she never knew that I could
smile so beautifully, and that she thought it shewed very good taste on
my part. I was not conscious of smiling; but I should have embraced the
Colonel had I dared. As it was, I turned expectantly to his colleagues,
mutely inviting them to follow his example. But there was only one
Colonel Lockwood on that Committee. No eye met mine except minority
eyes, dancing with mischief. There was nothing more to be said. I went
home to my morning's work, and returned in the afternoon to receive the
apologies of the minority for the conduct of the majority, and to see Mr
Granville Barker, overwhelmed by the conscience-stricken politeness of
the now almost abject Committee, and by a powerful smell of carnations,
heading the long list of playwrights who came there to testify against
the censorship, and whose treatment, I am happy to say, was everything
they could have desired.

After all, ridiculous as the scene was, Colonel Lockwood's simplicity
and courage were much more serviceable to his colleagues than their own
inept coup de theatre would have been if he had not spoiled it. It was
plain to every one that he had acted in entire good faith, without a
thought as to these apparently insignificant little books being of any
importance or having caused me or anybody else any trouble, and that
he was wounded in his most sensitive spot by the construction my Times
letter had put on his action. And in Colonel Lockwood's case one saw the
case of his party on the Committee. They had simply been thoughtless in
the matter.

I hope nobody will suppose that this in any way exonerates them. When
people accept public service for one of the most vital duties that can
arise in our society, they have no right to be thoughtless. In spite of
the fun of the scene on the surface, my public sense was, and still is,
very deeply offended by it. It made an end for me of the claim of the
majority to be taken seriously. When the Government comes to deal with
the question, as it presumably will before long, I invite it to be
guided by the Chairman, the minority, and by the witnesses according to
their weight, and to pay no attention whatever to those recommendations
which were obviously inserted solely to conciliate the majority and get
the report through and the Committee done with.

My evidence will be found in the Bluebook, pp. 46-53. And here is the
terrible statement which the Committee went through so much to suppress.



THE REJECTED STATEMENT

PART I

THE WITNESS'S QUALIFICATIONS

I am by profession a playwright. I have been in practice since 1892. I
am a member of the Managing Committee of the Society of Authors and of
the Dramatic Sub-Committee of that body. I have written nineteen
plays, some of which have been translated and performed in all European
countries except Turkey, Greece, and Portugal. They have been performed
extensively in America. Three of them have been refused licences by
the Lord Chamberlain. In one case a licence has since been granted.
The other two are still unlicensed. I have suffered both in pocket and
reputation by the action of the Lord Chamberlain. In other countries I
have not come into conflict with the censorship except in Austria, where
the production of a comedy of mine was postponed for a year because it
alluded to the part taken by Austria in the Servo-Bulgarian war. This
comedy was not one of the plays suppressed in England by the Lord
Chamberlain. One of the plays so suppressed was prosecuted in America
by the police in consequence of an immense crowd of disorderly persons
having been attracted to the first performance by the Lord Chamberlain's
condemnation of it; but on appeal to a higher court it was decided that
the representation was lawful and the intention innocent, since when it
has been repeatedly performed.

I am not an ordinary playwright in general practice. I am a specialist
in immoral and heretical plays. My reputation has been gained by my
persistent struggle to force the public to reconsider its morals. In
particular, I regard much current morality as to economic and sexual
relations as disastrously wrong; and I regard certain doctrines of the
Christian religion as understood in England to-day with abhorrence. I
write plays with the deliberate object of converting the nation to my
opinions in these matters. I have no other effectual incentive to write
plays, as I am not dependent on the theatre for my livelihood. If I were
prevented from producing immoral and heretical plays, I should cease
to write for the theatre, and propagate my views from the platform
and through books. I mention these facts to shew that I have a special
interest in the achievement by my profession of those rights of
liberty of speech and conscience which are matters of course in other
professions. I object to censorship not merely because the existing
form of it grievously injures and hinders me individually, but on public
grounds.



THE DEFINITION OF IMMORALITY

In dealing with the question of the censorship, everything depends on
the correct use of the word immorality, and a careful discrimination
between the powers of a magistrate or judge to administer a code, and
those of a censor to please himself.

Whatever is contrary to established manners and customs is immoral.
An immoral act or doctrine is not necessarily a sinful one: on the
contrary, every advance in thought and conduct is by definition immoral
until it has converted the majority. For this reason it is of the
most enormous importance that immorality should be protected jealously
against the attacks of those who have no standard except the standard of
custom, and who regard any attack on custom--that is, on morals--as an
attack on society, on religion, and on virtue.

A censor is never intentionally a protector of immorality. He always
aims at the protection of morality. Now morality is extremely valuable
to society. It imposes conventional conduct on the great mass of persons
who are incapable of original ethical judgment, and who would be
quite lost if they were not in leading-strings devised by lawgivers,
philosophers, prophets and poets for their guidance. But morality is
not dependent on censorship for protection. It is already powerfully
fortified by the magistracy and the whole body of law. Blasphemy,
indecency, libel, treason, sedition, obscenity, profanity, and all the
other evils which a censorship is supposed to avert, are punishable
by the civil magistrate with all the severity of vehement prejudice.
Morality has not only every engine that lawgivers can devise in full
operation for its protection, but also that enormous weight of public
opinion enforced by social ostracism which is stronger than all the
statutes. A censor pretending to protect morality is like a child
pushing the cushions of a railway carriage to give itself the sensation
of making the train travel at sixty miles an hour. It is immorality, not
morality, that needs protection: it is morality, not immorality, that
needs restraint; for morality, with all the dead weight of human inertia
and superstition to hang on the back of the pioneer, and all the malice
of vulgarity and prejudice to threaten him, is responsible for many
persecutions and many martyrdoms.

Persecutions and martyrdoms, however, are trifles compared to
the mischief done by censorships in delaying the general march of
enlightenment. This can be brought home to us by imagining what would
have been the effect of applying to all literature the censorship we
still apply to the stage. The works of Linnaeus and the evolutionists
of 1790-1830, of Darwin, Wallace, Huxley, Helmholtz, Tyndall, Spencer,
Carlyle, Ruskin, and Samuel Butler, would not have been published, as
they were all immoral and heretical in the very highest degree, and gave
pain to many worthy and pious people. They are at present condemned by
the Greek and Roman Catholic censorships as unfit for general reading. A
censorship of conduct would have been equally disastrous. The disloyalty
of Hampden and of Washington; the revolting immorality of Luther in not
only marrying when he was a priest, but actually marrying a nun; the
heterodoxy of Galileo; the shocking blasphemies and sacrileges of
Mohammed against the idols whom he dethroned to make way for his
conception of one god; the still more startling blasphemy of Jesus when
he declared God to be the son of man and himself to be the son of God,
are all examples of shocking immoralities (every immorality shocks
somebody), the suppression and extinction of which would have been more
disastrous than the utmost mischief that can be conceived as ensuing
from the toleration of vice.

These facts, glaring as they are, are disguised by the promotion of
immoralities into moralities which is constantly going on. Christianity
and Mohammedanism, once thought of and dealt with exactly as Anarchism
is thought of and dealt with today, have become established religions;
and fresh immoralities are prosecuted in their name. The truth is that
the vast majority of persons professing these religions have never
been anything but simple moralists. The respectable Englishman who is a
Christian because he was born in Clapham would be a Mohammedan for
the cognate reason if he had been born in Constantinople. He has never
willingly tolerated immorality. He did not adopt any innovation until it
had become moral; and then he adopted it, not on its merits, but solely
because it had become moral. In doing so he never realized that it
had ever been immoral: consequently its early struggles taught him
no lesson; and he has opposed the next step in human progress as
indignantly as if neither manners, customs, nor thought had ever changed
since the beginning of the world. Toleration must be imposed on him as
a mystic and painful duty by his spiritual and political leaders, or
he will condemn the world to stagnation, which is the penalty of an
inflexible morality.



WHAT TOLERATION MEANS

This must be done all the more arbitrarily because it is not possible
to make the ordinary moral man understand what toleration and liberty
really mean. He will accept them verbally with alacrity, even with
enthusiasm, because the word toleration has been moralized by eminent
Whigs; but what he means by toleration is toleration of doctrines
that he considers enlightened, and, by liberty, liberty to do what he
considers right: that is, he does not mean toleration or liberty at all;
for there is no need to tolerate what appears enlightened or to claim
liberty to do what most people consider right. Toleration and liberty
have no sense or use except as toleration of opinions that are
considered damnable, and liberty to do what seems wrong. Setting
Englishmen free to marry their deceased wife's sisters is not tolerated
by the people who approve of it, but by the people who regard it
as incestuous. Catholic Emancipation and the admission of Jews to
parliament needed no toleration from Catholics and Jews: the toleration
they needed was that of the people who regarded the one measure as
a facilitation of idolatry, and the other as a condonation of the
crucifixion. Clearly such toleration is not clamored for by the
multitude or by the press which reflects its prejudices. It is
essentially one of those abnegations of passion and prejudice which the
common man submits to because uncommon men whom he respects as wiser
than himself assure him that it must be so, or the higher affairs of
human destiny will suffer.

Such admission is the more difficult because the arguments against
tolerating immorality are the same as the arguments against tolerating
murder and theft; and this is why the Censor seems to the inconsiderate
as obviously desirable a functionary as the police magistrate. But there
is this simple and tremendous difference between the cases: that whereas
no evil can conceivably result from the total suppression of murder
and theft, and all communities prosper in direct proportion to such
suppression, the total suppression of immorality, especially in matters
of religion and sex, would stop enlightenment, and produce what used
to be called a Chinese civilization until the Chinese lately took to
immoral courses by permitting railway contractors to desecrate the
graves of their ancestors, and their soldiers to wear clothes which
indecently revealed the fact that they had legs and waists and even
posteriors. At about the same moment a few bold Englishwomen ventured on
the immorality of riding astride their horses, a practice that has since
established itself so successfully that before another generation has
passed away there may not be a new side-saddle in England or a woman who
could use it if there was.



THE CASE FOR TOLERATION

Accordingly, there has risen among wise and far-sighted men a perception
of the need for setting certain departments of human activity entirely
free from legal interference. This has nothing to do with any sympathy
these liberators may themselves have with immoral views. A man with the
strongest conviction of the Divine ordering of the universe and of the
superiority of monarchy to all forms of government may nevertheless
quite consistently and conscientiously be ready to lay down his life
for the right of every man to advocate Atheism or Republicanism if he
believes in them. An attack on morals may turn out to be the salvation
of the race. A hundred years ago nobody foresaw that Tom Paine's
centenary would be the subject of a laudatory special article in The
Times; and only a few understood that the persecution of his works
and the transportation of men for the felony of reading them was a
mischievous mistake. Even less, perhaps, could they have guessed that
Proudhon, who became notorious by his essay entitled "What is Property?
It is Theft" would have received, on the like occasion and in the
same paper, a respectful consideration which nobody would now dream of
according to Lord Liverpool or Lord Brougham. Nevertheless there was a
mass of evidence to shew that such a development was not only possible
but fairly probable, and that the risks of suppressing liberty of
propaganda were far greater than the risk of Paine's or Proudhon's
writings wrecking civilization. Now there was no such evidence in favor
of tolerating the cutting of throats and the robbing of tills. No case
whatever can be made out for the statement that a nation cannot do
without common thieves and homicidal ruffians. But an overwhelming case
can be made out for the statement that no nation can prosper or even
continue to exist without heretics and advocates of shockingly immoral
doctrines. The Inquisition and the Star Chamber, which were nothing but
censorships, made ruthless war on impiety and immorality. The result was
once familiar to Englishmen, though of late years it seems to have been
forgotten. It cost England a revolution to get rid of the Star Chamber.
Spain did not get rid of the Inquisition, and paid for that omission by
becoming a barely third-rate power politically, and intellectually no
power at all, in the Europe she had once dominated as the mightiest of
the Christian empires.



THE LIMITS TO TOLERATION

But the large toleration these considerations dictate has limits. For
example, though we tolerate, and rightly tolerate, the propaganda of
Anarchism as a political theory which embraces all that is valuable in
the doctrine of Laisser-Faire and the method of Free Trade as well as
all that is shocking in the views of Bakounine, we clearly cannot, or at
all events will not, tolerate assassination of rulers on the ground that
it is "propaganda by deed" or sociological experiment. A play inciting
to such an assassination cannot claim the privileges of heresy or
immorality, because no case can be made out in support of assassination
as an indispensable instrument of progress. Now it happens that we have
in the Julius Caesar of Shakespear a play which the Tsar of Russia or
the Governor-General of India would hardly care to see performed in
their capitals just now. It is an artistic treasure; but it glorifies a
murder which Goethe described as the silliest crime ever committed. It
may quite possibly have helped the regicides of 1649 to see themselves,
as it certainly helped generations of Whig statesmen to see them, in
a heroic light; and it unquestionably vindicates and ennobles a
conspirator who assassinated the head of the Roman State not because he
abused his position but solely because he occupied it, thus affirming
the extreme republican principle that all kings, good or bad, should be
killed because kingship and freedom cannot live together. Under
certain circumstances this vindication and ennoblement might act as
an incitement to an actual assassination as well as to Plutarchian
republicanism; for it is one thing to advocate republicanism or
royalism: it is quite another to make a hero of Brutus or Ravaillac,
or a heroine of Charlotte Corday. Assassination is the extreme form
of censorship; and it seems hard to justify an incitement to it on
anti-censorial principles. The very people who would have scouted the
notion of prohibiting the performances of Julius Caesar at His Majesty's
Theatre in London last year, might now entertain very seriously
a proposal to exclude Indians from them, and to suppress the play
completely in Calcutta and Dublin; for if the assassin of Caesar was
a hero, why not the assassins of Lord Frederick Cavendish, Presidents
Lincoln and McKinley, and Sir Curzon Wyllie? Here is a strong case for
some constitutional means of preventing the performance of a play.
True, it is an equally strong case for preventing the circulation of the
Bible, which was always in the hands of our regicides; but as the Roman
Catholic Church does not hesitate to accept that consequence of the
censorial principle, it does not invalidate the argument.

Take another actual case. A modern comedy, Arms and The Man, though not
a comedy of politics, is nevertheless so far historical that it reveals
the unacknowledged fact that as the Servo-Bulgarian War of 1885 was much
more than a struggle between the Servians and Bulgarians, the troops
engaged were officered by two European Powers of the first magnitude. In
consequence, the performance of the play was for some time forbidden
in Vienna, and more recently it gave offence in Rome at a moment when
popular feeling was excited as to the relations of Austria with the
Balkan States. Now if a comedy so remote from political passion as Arms
and The Man can, merely because it refers to political facts, become so
inconvenient and inopportune that Foreign Offices take the trouble to
have its production postponed, what may not be the effect of what
is called a patriotic drama produced at a moment when the balance is
quivering between peace and war? Is there not something to be said for a
political censorship, if not for a moral one? May not those continental
governments who leave the stage practically free in every other respect,
but muzzle it politically, be justified by the practical exigencies of
the situation?



THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LAW AND CENSORSHIP

The answer is that a pamphlet, a newspaper article, or a resolution
moved at a political meeting can do all the mischief that a play can,
and often more; yet we do not set up a permanent censorship of the press
or of political meetings. Any journalist may publish an article, any
demagogue may deliver a speech without giving notice to the government
or obtaining its licence. The risk of such freedom is great; but as it
is the price of our political liberty, we think it worth paying. We may
abrogate it in emergencies by a Coercion Act, a suspension of the
Habeas Corpus Act, or a proclamation of martial law, just as we stop
the traffic in a street during a fire, or shoot thieves at sight if they
loot after an earthquake. But when the emergency is past, liberty
is restored everywhere except in the theatre. The Act of 1843 is a
permanent Coercion Act for the theatre, a permanent suspension of
the Habeas Corpus Act as far as plays are concerned, a permanent
proclamation of martial law with a single official substituted for a
court martial. It is, in fact, assumed that actors, playwrights, and
theatre managers are dangerous and dissolute characters whose existence
creates a chronic state of emergency, and who must be treated as
earthquake looters are treated. It is not necessary now to discredit
this assumption. It was broken down by the late Sir Henry Irving when
he finally shamed the Government into extending to his profession the
official recognition enjoyed by the other branches of fine art. To-day
we have on the roll of knighthood actors, authors, and managers. The
rogue and vagabond theory of the depravity of the theatre is as dead
officially as it is in general society; and with it has perished the
sole excuse for the Act of 1843 and for the denial to the theatre of
the liberties secured, at far greater social risk, to the press and the
platform.

There is no question here of giving the theatre any larger liberties
than the press and the platform, or of claiming larger powers for
Shakespear to eulogize Brutus than Lord Rosebery has to eulogize
Cromwell. The abolition of the censorship does not involve the abolition
of the magistrate and of the whole civil and criminal code. On the
contrary it would make the theatre more effectually subject to them
than it is at present; for once a play now runs the gauntlet of the
censorship, it is practically placed above the law. It is almost
humiliating to have to demonstrate the essential difference between a
censor and a magistrate or a sanitary inspector; but it is impossible
to ignore the carelessness with which even distinguished critics of
the theatre assume that all the arguments proper to the support of a
magistracy and body of jurisprudence apply equally to a censorship.

A magistrate has laws to administer: a censor has nothing but his own
opinion. A judge leaves the question of guilt to the jury: the Censor
is jury and judge as well as lawgiver. A magistrate may be strongly
prejudiced against an atheist or an anti-vaccinator, just as a sanitary
inspector may have formed a careful opinion that drains are less healthy
than cesspools; but the magistrate must allow the atheist to affirm
instead of to swear, and must grant the anti-vaccinator an exemption
certificate, when their demands are lawfully made; and in cities the
inspector must compel the builder to make drains and must prosecute
him if he makes cesspools. The law may be only the intolerance of the
community; but it is a defined and limited intolerance. The limitation
is sometimes carried so far that a judge cannot inflict the penalty for
housebreaking on a burglar who can prove that he found the door open
and therefore made only an unlawful entry. On the other hand, it is
sometimes so vague, as for example in the case of the American law
against obscenity, that it makes the magistrate virtually a censor. But
in the main a citizen can ascertain what he may do and what he may not
do; and, though no one knows better than a magistrate that a single
ill-conducted family may demoralize a whole street, no magistrate can
imprison or otherwise restrain its members on the ground that their
immorality may corrupt their neighbors. He can prevent any citizen
from carrying certain specified weapons, but not from handling pokers,
table-knives, bricks or bottles of corrosive fluid, on the ground that
he might use them to commit murder or inflict malicious injury. He has
no general power to prevent citizens from selling unhealthy or poisonous
substances, or judging for themselves what substances are unhealthy and
what wholesome, what poisonous and what innocuous: what he CAN do is
to prevent anybody who has not a specific qualification from selling
certain specified poisons of which a schedule is kept. Nobody is
forbidden to sell minerals without a licence; but everybody is forbidden
to sell silver without a licence. When the law has forgotten some
atrocious sin--for instance, contracting marriage whilst suffering
from contagious disease--the magistrate cannot arrest or punish the
wrongdoer, however he may abhor his wickedness. In short, no man is
lawfully at the mercy of the magistrate's personal caprice, prejudice,
ignorance, superstition, temper, stupidity, resentment, timidity,
ambition, or private conviction. But a playwright's livelihood, his
reputation, and his inspiration and mission are at the personal mercy of
the Censor. The two do not stand, as the criminal and the judge stand,
in the presence of a law that binds them both equally, and was made
by neither of them, but by the deliberative collective wisdom of the
community. The only law that affects them is the Act of 1843, which
empowers one of them to do absolutely and finally what he likes with the
other's work. And when it is remembered that the slave in this case
is the man whose profession is that of Eschylus and Euripides, of
Shakespear and Goethe, of Tolstoy and Ibsen, and the master the holder
of a party appointment which by the nature of its duties practically
excludes the possibility of its acceptance by a serious statesman or
great lawyer, it will be seen that the playwrights are justified in
reproaching the framers of that Act for having failed not only to
appreciate the immense importance of the theatre as a most powerful
instrument for teaching the nation how and what to think and feel, but
even to conceive that those who make their living by the theatre are
normal human beings with the common rights of English citizens. In this
extremity of inconsiderateness it is not surprising that they also did
not trouble themselves to study the difference between a censor and
a magistrate. And it will be found that almost all the people who
disinterestedly defend the censorship today are defending him on the
assumption that there is no constitutional difference between him and
any other functionary whose duty it is to restrain crime and disorder.

One further difference remains to be noted. As a magistrate grows
old his mind may change or decay; but the law remains the same. The
censorship of the theatre fluctuates with every change in the views and
character of the man who exercises it. And what this implies can only be
appreciated by those who can imagine what the effect on the mind must
be of the duty of reading through every play that is produced in the
kingdom year in, year out.



WHY THE LORD CHAMBERLAIN?

What may be called the high political case against censorship as a
principle is now complete. The pleadings are those which have already
freed books and pulpits and political platforms in England from
censorship, if not from occasional legal persecution. The stage alone
remains under a censorship of a grotesquely unsuitable kind. No play can
be performed if the Lord Chamberlain happens to disapprove of it.
And the Lord Chamberlain's functions have no sort of relationship to
dramatic literature. A great judge of literature, a farseeing statesman,
a born champion of liberty of conscience and intellectual integrity--say
a Milton, a Chesterfield, a Bentham--would be a very bad Lord
Chamberlain: so bad, in fact, that his exclusion from such a post may
be regarded as decreed by natural law. On the other hand, a good Lord
Chamberlain would be a stickler for morals in the narrowest sense,
a busy-body, a man to whom a matter of two inches in the length of a
gentleman's sword or the absence of a feather from a lady's head-dress
would be a graver matter than the Habeas Corpus Act. The Lord
Chamberlain, as Censor of the theatre, is a direct descendant of the
King's Master of the Revels, appointed in 1544 by Henry VIII. To keep
order among the players and musicians of that day when they performed at
Court. This first appearance of the theatrical censor in politics as the
whipper-in of the player, with its conception of the player as a rich
man's servant hired to amuse him, and, outside his professional duties,
as a gay, disorderly, anarchic spoilt child, half privileged, half
outlawed, probably as much vagabond as actor, is the real foundation of
the subjection of the whole profession, actors, managers, authors and
all, to the despotic authority of an officer whose business it is to
preserve decorum among menials. It must be remembered that it was not
until a hundred years later, in the reaction against the Puritans, that
a woman could appear on the English stage without being pelted off as
the Italian actresses were. The theatrical profession was regarded as a
shameless one; and it is only of late years that actresses have at last
succeeded in living down the assumption that actress and prostitute are
synonymous terms, and made good their position in respectable society.
This makes the survival of the old ostracism in the Act of 1843
intolerably galling; and though it explains the apparently unaccountable
absurdity of choosing as Censor of dramatic literature an official
whose functions and qualifications have nothing whatever to do with
literature, it also explains why the present arrangement is not only
criticized as an institution, but resented as an insult.



THE DIPLOMATIC OBJECTION TO THE LORD CHAMBERLAIN

There is another reason, quite unconnected with the Susceptibilities
of authors, which makes it undesirable that a member of the King's
Household should be responsible for the character and tendency of plays.
The drama, dealing with all departments of human life, is necessarily
political. Recent events have shown--what indeed needed no
demonstration--that it is impossible to prevent inferences being made,
both at home and abroad, from the action of the Lord Chamberlain. The
most talked-about play of the present year (1909), An Englishman's Home,
has for its main interest an invasion of England by a fictitious power
which is understood, as it is meant to be understood, to represent
Germany. The lesson taught by the play is the danger of invasion and
the need for every English citizen to be a soldier. The Lord Chamberlain
licensed this play, but refused to license a parody of it. Shortly
afterwards he refused to license another play in which the fear of a
German invasion was ridiculed. The German press drew the inevitable
inference that the Lord Chamberlain was an anti-German alarmist, and
that his opinions were a reflection of those prevailing in St. James's
Palace. Immediately after this, the Lord Chamberlain licensed the play.
Whether the inference, as far as the Lord Chamberlain was concerned, was
justified, is of no consequence. What is important is that it was sure
to be made, justly or unjustly, and extended from the Lord Chamberlain
to the Throne.



THE OBJECTION OF COURT ETIQUET

There is another objection to the Lord Chamberlain's censorship which
affects the author's choice of subject. Formerly very little heed
was given in England to the susceptibilities of foreign courts. For
instance, the notion that the Mikado of Japan should be as sacred to the
English playwright as he is to the Japanese Lord Chamberlain would have
seemed grotesque a generation ago. Now that the maintenance of entente
cordiale between nations is one of the most prominent and most useful
functions of the crown, the freedom of authors to deal with political
subjects, even historically, is seriously threatened by the way in which
the censorship makes the King responsible for the contents of every
play. One author--the writer of these lines, in fact--has long desired
to dramatize the life of Mahomet. But the possibility of a protest from
the Turkish Ambassador--or the fear of it--causing the Lord Chamberlain
to refuse to license such a play has prevented the play from being
written. Now, if the censorship were abolished, nobody but the author
could be held responsible for the play. The Turkish Ambassador does not
now protest against the publication of Carlyle's essay on the prophet,
or of the English translations of the Koran in the prefaces to which
Mahomet is criticized as an impostor, or of the older books in which he
is reviled as Mahound and classed with the devil himself. But if these
publications had to be licensed by the Lord Chamberlain it would be
impossible for the King to allow the licence to be issued, as he would
thereby be made responsible for the opinions expressed. This restriction
of the historical drama is an unmixed evil. Great religious leaders
are more interesting and more important subjects for the dramatist
than great conquerors. It is a misfortune that public opinion would not
tolerate a dramatization of Mahomet in Constantinople. But to prohibit
it here, where public opinion would tolerate it, is an absurdity which,
if applied in all directions, would make it impossible for the Queen to
receive a Turkish ambassador without veiling herself, or the Dean
and Chapter of St. Paul's to display a cross on the summit of their
Cathedral in a city occupied largely and influentially by Jews. Court
etiquet is no doubt an excellent thing for court ceremonies; but to
attempt to impose it on the drama is about as sensible as an attempt to
make everybody in London wear court dress.



WHY NOT AN ENLIGHTENED CENSORSHIP?

In the above cases the general question of censorship is separable
from the question of the present form of it. Every one who condemns the
principle of censorship must also condemn the Lord Chamberlain's control
of the drama; but those who approve of the principle do not necessarily
approve of the Lord Chamberlain being the Censor ex officio. They may,
however, be entirely opposed to popular liberties, and may conclude from
what has been said, not that the stage should be made as free as the
church, press, or platform, but that these institutions should be
censored as strictly as the stage. It will seem obvious to them that
nothing is needed to remove all objections to a censorship except the
placing of its powers in better hands.

Now though the transfer of the censorship to, say, the Lord Chancellor,
or the Primate, or a Cabinet Minister, would be much less humiliating to
the persons immediately concerned, the inherent vices of the institution
would not be appreciably less disastrous. They would even be aggravated,
for reasons which do not appear on the surface, and therefore need to be
followed with some attention.

It is often said that the public is the real censor. That this is to
some extent true is proved by the fact that plays which are licensed and
produced in London have to be expurgated for the provinces. This does
not mean that the provinces are more strait-laced, but simply that in
many provincial towns there is only one theatre for all classes and
all tastes, whereas in London there are separate theatres for separate
sections of playgoers; so that, for example, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree
can conduct His Majesty's Theatre without the slightest regard to the
tastes of the frequenters of the Gaiety Theatre; and Mr. George Edwardes
can conduct the Gaiety Theatre without catering in any way for lovers of
Shakespear. Thus the farcical comedy which has scandalized the critics
in London by the libertinage of its jests is played to the respectable
dress circle of Northampton with these same jests slurred over so as
to be imperceptible by even the most prurient spectator. The public, in
short, takes care that nobody shall outrage it.

But the public also takes care that nobody shall starve it, or regulate
its dramatic diet as a schoolmistress regulates the reading of her
pupils. Even when it wishes to be debauched, no censor can--or at least
no censor does--stand out against it. If a play is irresistibly amusing,
it gets licensed no matter what its moral aspect may be. A brilliant
instance is the Divorcons of the late Victorien Sardou, which may not
have been the naughtiest play of the 19th century, but was certainly
the very naughtiest that any English manager in his senses would have
ventured to produce. Nevertheless, being a very amusing play, it passed
the licenser with the exception of a reference to impotence as a ground
for divorce which no English actress would have ventured on in any
case. Within the last few months a very amusing comedy with a strongly
polygamous moral was found irresistible by the Lord Chamberlain. Plenty
of fun and a happy ending will get anything licensed, because the public
will have it so, and the Examiner of Plays, as the holder of the office
testified before the Commission of 1892 (Report, page 330), feels with
the public, and knows that his office could not survive a widespread
unpopularity. In short, the support of the mob--that is, of the
unreasoning, unorganized, uninstructed mass of popular sentiment--is
indispensable to the censorship as it exists to-day in England. This is
the explanation of the toleration by the Lord Chamberlain of coarse and
vicious plays. It is not long since a judge before whom a licensed play
came in the course of a lawsuit expressed his scandalized astonishment
at the licensing of such a work. Eminent churchmen have made similar
protests. In some plays the simulation of criminal assaults on the stage
has been carried to a point at which a step further would have involved
the interference of the police. Provided the treatment of the theme is
gaily or hypocritically popular, and the ending happy, the indulgence
of the Lord Chamberlain can be counted on. On the other hand,
anything unpleasing and unpopular is rigorously censored. Adultery and
prostitution are tolerated and even encouraged to such an extent that
plays which do not deal with them are commonly said not to be plays
at all. But if any of the unpleasing consequences of adultery
and prostitution--for instance, an UNSUCCESSFUL illegal operation
(successful ones are tolerated) or venereal disease--are mentioned,
the play is prohibited. This principle of shielding the playgoer from
unpleasant reflections is carried so far that when a play was submitted
for license in which the relations of a prostitute with all the male
characters in the piece was described as "immoral," the Examiner of
Plays objected to that passage, though he made no objection to the
relations themselves. The Lord Chamberlain dare not, in short, attempt
to exclude from the stage the tragedies of murder and lust, or the
farces of mendacity, adultery, and dissolute gaiety in which vulgar
people delight. But when these same vulgar people are threatened with an
unpopular play in which dissoluteness is shown to be no laughing matter,
it is prohibited at once amid the vulgar applause, the net result being
that vice is made delightful and virtue banned by the very institution
which is supported on the understanding that it produces exactly the
opposite result.



THE WEAKNESS OF THE LORD CHAMBERLAIN'S DEPARTMENT

Now comes the question, Why is our censorship, armed as it is with
apparently autocratic powers, so scandalously timid in the face of the
mob? Why is it not as autocratic in dealing with playwrights below
the average as with those above it? The answer is that its position is
really a very weak one. It has no direct co-ercive forces, no funds to
institute prosecutions and recover the legal penalties of defying it,
no powers of arrest or imprisonment, in short, none of the guarantees of
autocracy. What it can do is to refuse to renew the licence of a theatre
at which its orders are disobeyed. When it happens that a theatre is
about to be demolished, as was the case recently with the Imperial
Theatre after it had passed into the hands of the Wesleyan Methodists,
unlicensed plays can be performed, technically in private, but really in
full publicity, without risk. The prohibited plays of Brieux and Ibsen
have been performed in London in this way with complete impunity. But
the impunity is not confined to condemned theatres. Not long ago a West
End manager allowed a prohibited play to be performed at his theatre,
taking his chance of losing his licence in consequence. The event proved
that the manager was justified in regarding the risk as negligible;
for the Lord Chamberlain's remedy--the closing of a popular and
well-conducted theatre--was far too extreme to be practicable. Unless
the play had so outraged public opinion as to make the manager odious
and provoke a clamor for his exemplary punishment, the Lord Chamberlain
could only have had his revenge at the risk of having his powers
abolished as unsupportably tyrannical.

The Lord Chamberlain then has his powers so adjusted that he is
tyrannical just where it is important that he should be tolerant, and
tolerant just where he could screw up the standard a little by being
tyrannical. His plea that there are unmentionable depths to which
managers and authors would descend if he did not prevent them is
disproved by the plain fact that his indulgence goes as far as the
police, and sometimes further than the public, will let it. If our
judges had so little power there would be no law in England. If our
churches had so much, there would be no theatre, no literature, no
science, no art, possibly no England. The institution is at once
absurdly despotic and abjectly weak.



AN ENLIGHTENED CENSORSHIP STILL WORSE THAN THE LORD CHAMBERLAIN'S

Clearly a censorship of judges, bishops, or statesmen would not be in
this abject condition. It would no doubt make short work of the
coarse and vicious pieces which now enjoy the protection of the Lord
Chamberlain, or at least of those of them in which the vulgarity and
vice are discoverable by merely reading the prompt copy. But it would
certainly disappoint the main hope of its advocates: the hope that it
would protect and foster the higher drama. It would do nothing of the
sort. On the contrary, it would inevitably suppress it more completely
than the Lord Chamberlain does, because it would understand it better.
The one play of Ibsen's which is prohibited on the English stage,
Ghosts, is far less subversive than A Doll's House. But the Lord
Chamberlain does not meddle with such far-reaching matters as the
tendency of a play. He refuses to license Ghosts exactly as he would
refuse to license Hamlet if it were submitted to him as a new play. He
would license even Hamlet if certain alterations were made in it. He
would disallow the incestuous relationship between the King and Queen.
He would probably insist on the substitution of some fictitious country
for Denmark in deference to the near relations of our reigning house
with that realm. He would certainly make it an absolute condition that
the closet scene, in which a son, in an agony of shame and revulsion,
reproaches his mother for her relations with his uncle, should be struck
out as unbearably horrifying and improper. But compliance with these
conditions would satisfy him. He would raise no speculative objections
to the tendency of the play.

This indifference to the larger issues of a theatrical performance could
not be safely predicated of an enlightened censorship. Such a censorship
might be more liberal in its toleration of matters which are only
objected to on the ground that they are not usually discussed in
general social conversation or in the presence of children; but it would
presumably have a far deeper insight to and concern for the real ethical
tendency of the play. For instance, had it been in existence during the
last quarter of a century, it would have perceived that those plays
of Ibsen's which have been licensed without question are fundamentally
immoral to an altogether extraordinary degree. Every one of them is a
deliberate act of war on society as at present constituted. Religion,
marriage, ordinary respectability, are subjected to a destructive
exposure and criticism which seems to mere moralists--that is, to
persons of no more than average depth of mind--to be diabolical. It is
no exaggeration to say that Ibsen gained his overwhelming reputation by
undertaking a task of no less magnitude than changing the mind of Europe
with the view of changing its morals. Now you cannot license work
of that sort without making yourself responsible for it. The Lord
Chamberlain accepted the responsibility because he did not understand
it or concern himself about it. But what really enlightened and
conscientious official dare take such a responsibility? The strength of
character and range of vision which made Ibsen capable of it are not
to be expected from any official, however eminent. It is true that an
enlightened censor might, whilst shrinking even with horror from Ibsen's
views, perceive that any nation which suppressed Ibsen would presently
find itself falling behind the nations which tolerated him just as Spain
fell behind England; but the proper action to take on such a conviction
is the abdication of censorship, not the practise of it. As long as a
censor is a censor, he cannot endorse by his licence opinions which seem
to him dangerously heretical.

We may, therefore, conclude that the more enlightened a censorship
is, the worse it would serve us. The Lord Chamberlain, an obviously
unenlightened Censor, prohibits Ghosts and licenses all the rest of
Ibsen's plays. An enlightened censorship would possibly license Ghosts;
but it would certainly suppress many of the other plays. It would
suppress subversiveness as well as what is called bad taste. The Lord
Chamberlain prohibits one play by Sophocles because, like Hamlet, it
mentions the subject of incest; but an enlightened censorship might
suppress all the plays of Euripides because Euripides, like Ibsen, was a
revolutionary Freethinker. Under the Lord Chamberlain, we can smuggle
a good deal of immoral drama and almost as much coarsely vulgar and
furtively lascivious drama as we like. Under a college of cardinals, or
bishops, or judges, or any other conceivable form of experts in morals,
philosophy, religion, or politics, we should get little except stagnant
mediocrity.



THE PRACTICAL IMPOSSIBILITIES OF CENSORSHIP

There is, besides, a crushing material difficulty in the way of an
enlightened censorship. It is not too much to say that the work involved
would drive a man of any intellectual rank mad. Consider, for example,
the Christmas pantomimes. Imagine a judge of the High Court, or an
archbishop, or a Cabinet Minister, or an eminent man of letters, earning
his living by reading through the mass of trivial doggerel represented
by all the pantomimes which are put into rehearsal simultaneously at
the end of every year. The proposal to put such mind-destroying drudgery
upon an official of the class implied by the demand for an enlightened
censorship falls through the moment we realize what it implies in
practice.

Another material difficulty is that no play can be judged by merely
reading the dialogue. To be fully effective a censor should witness the
performance. The mise-en-scene of a play is as much a part of it as the
words spoken on the stage. No censor could possibly object to such a
speech as "Might I speak to you for a moment, miss"; yet that apparently
innocent phrase has often been made offensively improper on the stage by
popular low comedians, with the effect of changing the whole character
and meaning of the play as understood by the official Examiner. In one
of the plays of the present season, the dialogue was that of a crude
melodrama dealing in the most conventionally correct manner with the
fortunes of a good-hearted and virtuous girl. Its morality was that of
the Sunday school. But the principal actress, between two speeches which
contained no reference to her action, changed her underclothing on the
stage? It is true that in this case the actress was so much better than
her part that she succeeded in turning what was meant as an impropriety
into an inoffensive stroke of realism; yet it is none the less clear
that stage business of this character, on which there can be no check
except the actual presence of a censor in the theatre, might convert any
dialogue, however innocent, into just the sort of entertainment against
which the Censor is supposed to protect the public.

It was this practical impossibility that prevented the London County
Council from attempting to apply a censorship of the Lord Chamberlain's
pattern to the London music halls. A proposal to examine all
entertainments before permitting their performance was actually made;
and it was abandoned, not in the least as contrary to the liberty of the
stage, but because the executive problem of how to do it at once reduced
the proposal to absurdity. Even if the Council devoted all its time to
witnessing rehearsals of variety performances, and putting each item to
the vote, possibly after a prolonged discussion followed by a division,
the work would still fall into arrear. No committee could be induced to
undertake such a task. The attachment of an inspector of morals to each
music hall would have meant an appreciable addition to the ratepayers'
burden. In the face of such difficulties the proposal melted away. Had
it been pushed through, and the inspectors appointed, each of them would
have become a censor, and the whole body of inspectors would have become
a police des moeurs. Those who know the history of such police forces
on the continent will understand how impossible it would be to
procure inspectors whose characters would stand the strain of their
opportunities of corruption, both pecuniary and personal, at such
salaries as a local authority could be persuaded to offer.

It has been suggested that the present censorship should be supplemented
by a board of experts, who should deal, not with the whole mass of plays
sent up for license, but only those which the Examiner of Plays refuses
to pass. As the number of plays which the Examiner refuses to pass is
never great enough to occupy a Board in permanent session with regular
salaries, and as casual employment is not compatible with public
responsibility, this proposal would work out in practice as an addition
to the duties of some existing functionary. A Secretary of State would
be objectionable as likely to be biased politically. An ecclesiastical
referee might be biassed against the theatre altogether. A judge in
chambers would be the proper authority. This plan would combine the
inevitable intolerance of an enlightened censorship with the popular
laxity of the Lord Chamberlain.

The judge would suppress the pioneers, whilst the Examiner of Plays
issued two guinea certificates for the vulgar and vicious plays. For
this reason the plan would no doubt be popular; but it would be very
much as a relaxation of the administration of the Public Health Acts
accompanied by the cheapening of gin would be popular.



THE ARBITRATION PROPOSAL

On the occasion of a recent deputation of playwrights to the Prime
Minister it was suggested that if a censorship be inevitable, provision
should be made for an appeal from the Lord Chamberlain in cases of
refusal of licence. The authors of this suggestion propose that the
Lord Chamberlain shall choose one umpire and the author another. The two
umpires shall then elect a referee, whose decision shall be final.

This proposal is not likely to be entertained by constitutional lawyers.
It is a naive offer to accept the method of arbitration in what is
essentially a matter, not between one private individual or body and
another, but between a public offender and the State. It will
presumably be ruled out as a proposal to refer a case of manslaughter
to arbitration would be ruled out. But even if it were constitutionally
sound, it bears all the marks of that practical inexperience which leads
men to believe that arbitration either costs nothing or is at least
cheaper than law. Who is to pay for the time of the three arbitrators,
presumably men of high professional standing? The author may not be
able: the manager may not be willing: neither of them should be called
upon to pay for a public service otherwise than by their contributions
to the revenue. Clearly the State should pay. But even so, the
difficulties are only beginning. A licence is seldom refused except on
grounds which are controversial.

The two arbitrators selected by the opposed parties to the controversy
are to agree to leave the decision to a third party unanimously chosen
by themselves. That is very far from being a simple solution. An attempt
to shorten and simplify the passing of the Finance Bill by referring it
to an arbitrator chosen unanimously by Mr. Asquith and Mr. Balfour
might not improbably cost more and last longer than a civil war. And why
should the chosen referee--if he ever succeeded in getting chosen--be
assumed to be a safer authority than the Examiner of Plays? He would
certainly be a less responsible one: in fact, being (however eminent) a
casual person called in to settle a single case, he would be virtually
irresponsible. Worse still, he would take all responsibility away
from the Lord Chamberlain, who is at least an official of the King's
Household and a nominee of the Government. The Lord Chamberlain, with
all his shortcomings, thinks twice before he refuses a licence, knowing
that his refusal is final and may promptly be made public. But if he
could transfer his responsibility to an arbitrator, he would naturally
do so whenever he felt the slightest misgiving, or whenever, for
diplomatic reasons, the licence would come more gracefully from an
authority unconnected with the court. These considerations, added to the
general objection to the principle of censorship, seem sufficient to put
the arbitration expedient quite out of the question.

END OF THE FIRST PART OF THE REJECTED STATEMENT.



THE REJECTED STATEMENT: PART TWO

THE LICENSING OF THEATRES

THE DISTINCTION BETWEEN LICENSING AND CENSORSHIP

It must not be concluded that the uncompromising abolition of all
censorship involves the abandonment of all control and regulation of
theatres. Factories are regulated in the public interest; but there
is no censorship of factories. For example, many persons are sincerely
convinced that cotton clothing is unhealthy; that alcoholic drinks are
demoralizing; and that playing-cards are the devil's picture-books.
But though the factories in which cotton, whiskey, and cards are
manufactured are stringently regulated under the factory code and the
Public Health and Building Acts, the inspectors appointed to carry out
these Acts never go to a manufacturer and inform him that unless
he manufactures woollens instead of cottons, ginger-beer instead of
whiskey, Bibles instead of playing-cards, he will be forbidden to place
his products on the market. In the case of premises licensed for the
sale of spirits the authorities go a step further. A public-house
differs from a factory in the essential particular that whereas disorder
in a factory is promptly and voluntarily suppressed, because every
moment of its duration involves a measurable pecuniary loss to the
proprietor, disorder in a public-house may be a source of profit to the
proprietor by its attraction for disorderly customers. Consequently a
publican is compelled to obtain a licence to pursue his trade; and this
licence lasts only a year, and need not be renewed if his house has been
conducted in a disorderly manner in the meantime.



PROSTITUTION AND DRINK IN THEATRES

The theatre presents the same problem as the public-house in respect to
disorder. To begin with, a theatre is actually a place licensed for
the sale of spirits. The bars at a London theatre can be let without
difficulty for 30 pounds a week and upwards. And though it is clear that
nobody will pay from a shilling to half a guinea for access to a theatre
bar when he can obtain access to an ordinary public-house for nothing,
there is no law to prevent the theatre proprietor from issuing free
passes broadcast and recouping himself by the profit on the sale of
drink. Besides, there may be some other attraction than the sale of
drink. When this attraction is that of the play no objection need
be made. But it happens that the auditorium of a theatre, with its
brilliant lighting and luxurious decorations, makes a very effective
shelter and background for the display of fine dresses and pretty faces.
Consequently theatres have been used for centuries in England as
markets by prostitutes. From the Restoration to the days of Macready
all theatres were made use of in this way as a matter of course; and to
this, far more than to any prejudice against dramatic art, we owe the
Puritan formula that the theatre door is the gate of hell. Macready had
a hard struggle to drive the prostitutes from his theatre; and since his
time the London theatres controlled by the Lord Chamberlain have become
respectable and even socially pretentious. But some of the variety
theatres still derive a revenue by selling admissions to women who do
not look at the performance, and men who go to purchase or admire the
women. And in the provinces this state of things is by no means confined
to the variety theatres. The real attraction is sometimes not the
performance at all. The theatre is not really a theatre: it is a drink
shop and a prostitution market; and the last shred of its disguise is
stripped by the virtually indiscriminate issue of free tickets to the
men. Access to the stage is so easily obtained; and the plays preferred
by the management are those in which the stage is filled with young
women who are not in any serious technical sense of the word actresses
at all. Considering that all this is now possible at any theatre, and
actually occurs at some theatres, the fact that our best theatres are
as respectable as they are is much to their credit; but it is still an
intolerable evil that respectable managers should have to fight
against the free tickets and disorderly housekeeping of unscrupulous
competitors. The dramatic author is equally injured. He finds that
unless he writes plays which make suitable sideshows for drinking-bars
and brothels, he may be excluded from towns where there is not room
for two theatres, and where the one existing theatre is exploiting
drunkenness and prostitution instead of carrying on a legitimate
dramatic business. Indeed everybody connected with the theatrical
profession suffers in reputation from the detestable tradition of such
places, against which the censorship has proved quite useless.

Here we have a strong case for applying either the licensing system or
whatever better means may be devized for securing the orderly conduct
of houses of public entertainment, dramatic or other. Liberty must, no
doubt, be respected in so far that no manager should have the right to
refuse admission to decently dressed, sober, and well-conducted persons,
whether they are prostitutes, soldiers in uniform, gentlemen not in
evening dress, Indians, or what not; but when disorder is stopped,
disorderly persons will either cease to come or else reform their
manners. It is, however, quite arguable that the indiscriminate issue
of free admissions, though an apparently innocent and good-natured, and
certainly a highly popular proceeding, should expose the proprietor of
the theatre to the risk of a refusal to renew his licence.



WHY THE MANAGERS DREAD LOCAL CONTROL

All this points to the transfer of the control of theatres from the
Lord Chamberlain to the municipality. And this step is opposed by
the long-run managers, partly because they take it for granted that
municipal control must involve municipal censorship of plays, so that
plays might be licensed in one town and prohibited in the next, and
partly because, as they have no desire to produce plays which are in
advance of public opinion, and as the Lord Chamberlain in every other
respect gives more scandal by his laxity than trouble by his severity,
they find in the present system a cheap and easy means of procuring
a certificate which relieves them of all social responsibility,
and provides them with so strong a weapon of defence in case of a
prosecution that it acts in practice as a bar to any such proceedings.
Above all, they know that the Examiner of Plays is free from the
pressure of that large body of English public opinion already alluded
to, which regards the theatre as the Prohibitionist Teetotaller
regards the public-house: that is, as an abomination to be stamped out
unconditionally. The managers rightly dread this pressure more
than anything else; and they believe that it is so strong in local
governments as to be a characteristic bias of municipal authority. In
this they are no doubt mistaken. There is not a municipal authority
of any importance in the country in which a proposal to stamp out
the theatre, or even to treat it illiberally, would have a chance of
adoption. Municipal control of the variety theatres (formerly called
music halls) has been very far from liberal, except in the one
particular in which the Lord Chamberlain is equally illiberal. That
particular is the assumption that a draped figure is decent and an
undraped one indecent. It is useless to point to actual experience,
which proves abundantly that naked or apparently naked figures, whether
exhibited as living pictures, animated statuary, or in a dance, are
at their best not only innocent, but refining in their effect, whereas
those actresses and skirt dancers who have brought the peculiar
aphrodisiac effect which is objected to to the highest pitch of
efficiency wear twice as many petticoats as an ordinary lady does,
and seldom exhibit more than their ankles. Unfortunately, municipal
councillors persist in confusing decency with drapery; and both in
London and the provinces certain positively edifying performances have
been forbidden or withdrawn under pressure, and replaced by coarse and
vicious ones. There is not the slightest reason to suppose that the Lord
Chamberlain would have been any more tolerant; but this does not alter
the fact that the municipal licensing authorities have actually used
their powers to set up a censorship which is open to all the objections
to censorship in general, and which, in addition, sets up the objection
from which central control is free: namely, the impossibility of
planning theatrical tours without the serious commercial risk of having
the performance forbidden in some of the towns booked. How can this be
prevented?



DESIRABLE LIMITATIONS OF LOCAL CONTROL

The problem is not a difficult one. The municipality can be limited
just as the monarchy is limited. The Act transferring theatres to local
control can be a charter of the liberties of the stage as well as an
Act to reform administration. The power to refuse to grant or renew a
licence to a theatre need not be an arbitrary one. The municipality may
be required to state the ground of refusal; and certain grounds can be
expressly declared as unlawful; so that it shall be possible for the
manager to resort to the courts for a mandamus to compel the authority
to grant a licence. It can be declared unlawful for a licensing
authority to demand from the manager any disclosure of the nature of any
entertainment he proposes to give, or to prevent its performance, or
to refuse to renew his licence on the ground that the tendency of his
entertainments is contrary to religion and morals, or that the theatre
is an undesirable institution, or that there are already as many
theatres as are needed, or that the theatre draws people away from the
churches, chapels, mission halls, and the like in its neighborhood. The
assumption should be that every citizen has a right to open and
conduct a theatre, and therefore has a right to a licence unless he
has forfeited that right by allowing his theatre to become a disorderly
house, or failing to provide a building which complies with the
regulations concerning sanitation and egress in case of fire, or being
convicted of an offence against public decency. Also, the licensing
powers of the authority should not be delegated to any official or
committee; and the manager or lessee of the theatre should have a right
to appear in person or by counsel to plead against any motion to refuse
to grant or renew his licence. With these safeguards the licensing power
could not be stretched to censorship. The manager would enjoy liberty of
conscience as far as the local authority is concerned; but on the least
attempt on his part to keep a disorderly house under cover of opening a
theatre he would risk his licence.

But the managers will not and should not be satisfied with these limits
to the municipal power. If they are deprived of the protection of the
Lord Chamberlain's licence, and at the same time efficiently protected
against every attempt at censorship by the licensing authority, the
enemies of the theatre will resort to the ordinary law, and try to get
from the prejudices of a jury what they are debarred from getting from
the prejudices of a County Council or City Corporation. Moral Reform
Societies, "Purity" Societies, Vigilance Societies, exist in England
and America for the purpose of enforcing the existing laws against
obscenity, blasphemy, Sabbath-breaking, the debauchery of children,
prostitution and so forth. The paid officials of these societies, in
their anxiety to produce plenty of evidence of their activity in
the annual reports which go out to the subscribers, do not always
discriminate between an obscene postcard and an artistic one, or to put
it more exactly, between a naked figure and an indecent one. They often
combine a narrow but terribly sincere sectarian bigotry with a complete
ignorance of art and history. Even when they have some culture, their
livelihood is at the mercy of subscribers and committee men who have
none. If these officials had any power of distinguishing between art and
blackguardism, between morality and virtue, between immorality and vice,
between conscientious heresy and mere baseness of mind and foulness of
mouth, they might be trusted by theatrical managers not to abuse the
powers of the common informer. As it is, it has been found necessary, in
order to enable good music to be performed on Sunday, to take away these
powers in that particular, and vest them solely in the Attorney-General.
This disqualification of the common informer should be extended to the
initiation of all proceedings of a censorial character against theatres.
Few people are aware of the monstrous laws against blasphemy which still
disgrace our statute book. If any serious attempt were made to carry
them out, prison accommodation would have to be provided for almost
every educated person in the country, beginning with the Archbishop of
Canterbury. Until some government with courage and character enough
to repeal them comes into power, it is not too much to ask that such
infamous powers of oppression should be kept in responsible hands and
not left at the disposal of every bigot ignorant enough to be unaware of
the social dangers of persecution. Besides, the common informer is
not always a sincere bigot, who believes he is performing an action of
signal merit in silencing and ruining a heretic. He is unfortunately
just as often a blackmailer, who has studied his powers as a common
informer in order that he may extort money for refraining from
exercising them. If the manager is to be responsible he should be made
responsible to a responsible functionary. To be responsible to every
fanatical ignoramus who chooses to prosecute him for exhibiting a cast
of the Hermes of Praxiteles in his vestibule, or giving a performance of
Measure for Measure, is mere slavery. It is made bearable at present by
the protection of the Lord Chamberlain's certificate. But when that is
no longer available, the common informer must be disarmed if the manager
is to enjoy security.



SUMMARY

The general case against censorship as a principle, and the particular
case against the existing English censorship and against its replacement
by a more enlightened one, is now complete. The following is a
recapitulation of the propositions and conclusions contended for.

1. The question of censorship or no censorship is a question of high
political principle and not of petty policy.

2. The toleration of heresy and shocks to morality on the stage, and
even their protection against the prejudices and superstitions which
necessarily enter largely into morality and public opinion, are
essential to the welfare of the nation.

3. The existing censorship of the Lord Chamberlain does not only
intentionally suppress heresy and challenges to morality in their
serious and avowed forms, but unintentionally gives the special
protection of its official licence to the most extreme impropriety
that the lowest section of London playgoers will tolerate in theatres
especially devoted to their entertainment, licensing everything that is
popular and forbidding any attempt to change public opinion or morals.

4. The Lord Chamberlain's censorship is open to the special objection
that its application to political plays is taken to indicate the
attitude of the Crown on questions of domestic and foreign policy, and
that it imposes the limits of etiquet on the historical drama.

5. A censorship of a more enlightened and independent kind, exercised
by the most eminent available authorities, would prove in practice more
disastrous than the censorship of the Lord Chamberlain, because the
more eminent its members were the less possible it would be for them to
accept the responsibility for heresy or immorality by licensing them,
and because the many heretical and immoral plays which now pass the Lord
Chamberlain because he does not understand them, would be understood and
suppressed by a more highly enlightened censorship.

6. A reconstructed and enlightened censorship would be armed with
summary and effective powers which would stop the evasions by which
heretical and immoral plays are now performed in spite of the Lord
Chamberlain; and such powers would constitute a tyranny which would ruin
the theatre spiritually by driving all independent thinkers from the
drama into the uncensored forms of art.

7. The work of critically examining all stage plays in their written
form, and of witnessing their performance in order to see that the sense
is not altered by the stage business, would, even if it were divided
among so many officials as to be physically possible, be mentally
impossible to persons of taste and enlightenment.

8. Regulation of theatres is an entirely different matter from
censorship, inasmuch as a theatre, being not only a stage, but a place
licensed for the sale of spirits, and a public resort capable of being
put to disorderly use, and needing special provision for the safety of
audiences in cases of fire, etc., cannot be abandoned wholly to private
control, and may therefore reasonably be made subject to an annual
licence like those now required before allowing premises to be used
publicly for music and dancing.

9. In order to prevent the powers of the licensing authority being
abused so as to constitute a virtual censorship, any Act transferring
the theatres to the control of a licensing authority should be made
also a charter of the rights of dramatic authors and managers by the
following provisions:

A. The public prosecutor (the Attorney-General) alone should have the
right to set the law in operation against the manager of a theatre
or the author of a play in respect of the character of the play or
entertainment.

B. No disclosure of the particulars of a theatrical entertainment shall
be required before performance.

C. Licences shall not be withheld on the ground that the existence of
theatres is dangerous to religion and morals, or on the ground that any
entertainment given or contemplated is heretical or immoral.

D. The licensing area shall be no less than that of a County Council or
City Corporation, which shall not delegate its licensing powers to any
minor local authority or to any official or committee; it shall decide
all questions affecting the existence of a theatrical licence by vote
of the entire body; managers, lessees, and proprietors of theatres shall
have the right to plead, in person or by counsel, against a proposal
to withhold a licence; and the licence shall not be withheld except for
stated reasons, the validity of which shall be subject to the judgment
of the high courts.

E. The annual licence, once granted, shall not be cancelled or suspended
unless the manager has been convicted by public prosecution of an
offence against the ordinary laws against disorderly housekeeping,
indecency, blasphemy, etc., except in cases where some structural or
sanitary defect in the building necessitates immediate action for the
protection of the public against physical injury.

F. No licence shall be refused on the ground that the proximity of the
theatre to a church, mission hall, school, or other place of worship,
edification, instruction, or entertainment (including another theatre)
would draw the public away from such places into its own doors.



PREFACE RESUMED

MR. GEORGE ALEXANDER'S PROTEST

On the facts mentioned in the foregoing statement, and in my evidence
before the Joint Select Committee, no controversy arose except on one
point. Mr. George Alexander protested vigorously and indignantly against
my admission that theatres, like public-houses, need special control on
the ground that they can profit by disorder, and are sometimes conducted
with that end in view. Now, Mr. Alexander is a famous actor-manager;
and it is very difficult to persuade the public that the more famous an
actor-manager is the less he is likely to know about any theatre except
his own. When the Committee of 1892 reported, I was considered guilty of
a perverse paradox when I said that the witness who knew least about the
theatre was Henry Irving. Yet a moment's consideration would have shown
that the paradox was a platitude. For about quarter of a century
Irving was confined night after night to his own theatre and his own
dressing-room, never seeing a play even there because he was himself
part of the play; producing the works of long-departed authors; and, to
the extent to which his talent was extraordinary, necessarily making his
theatre unlike any other theatre. When he went to the provinces or to
America, the theatres to which he went were swept and garnished for him,
and their staffs replaced--as far as he came in contact with them--by
his own lieutenants. In the end, there was hardly a first-nighter in his
gallery who did not know more about the London theatres and the progress
of dramatic art than he; and as to the provinces, if any chief constable
had told him the real history and character of many provincial theatres,
he would have denounced that chief constable as an ignorant libeller
of a noble profession. But the constable would have been right for all
that. Now if this was true of Sir Henry Irving, who did not become a
London manager until he had roughed it for years in the provinces,
how much more true must it be of, say, Mr. George Alexander, whose
successful march through his profession has passed as far from the
purlieus of our theatrical world as the king's naval career from
the Isle of Dogs? The moment we come to that necessary part of the
censorship question which deals with the control of theatres from the
point of view of those who know how much money can be made out of them
by managers who seek to make the auditorium attractive rather than
the stage, you find the managers divided into two sections. The
first section consists of honorable and successful managers like Mr.
Alexander, who know nothing of such abuses, and deny, with perfect
sincerity and indignant vehemence, that they exist except, perhaps,
in certain notorious variety theatres. The other is the silent section
which knows better, but is very well content to be publicly defended
and privately amused by Mr. Alexander's innocence. To accept a West End
manager as an expert in theatres because he is an actor is much as if
we were to accept the organist of St. Paul's Cathedral as an expert on
music halls because he is a musician. The real experts are all in
the conspiracy to keep the police out of the theatre. And they are so
successful that even the police do not know as much as they should.

The police should have been examined by the Committee, and the whole
question of the extent to which theatres are disorderly houses in
disguise sifted to the bottom. For it is on this point that we discover
behind the phantoms of the corrupt dramatists who are restrained by
the censorship from debauching the stage, the reality of the corrupt
managers and theatre proprietors who actually do debauch it without let
or hindrance from the censorship. The whole case for giving control over
theatres to local authorities rests on this reality.


ELIZA AND HER BATH

The persistent notion that a theatre is an Alsatia where the king's writ
does not run, and where any wickedness is possible in the absence of a
special tribunal and a special police, was brought out by an innocent
remark made by Sir William Gilbert, who, when giving evidence before
the Committee, was asked by Colonel Lockwood whether a law sufficient to
restrain impropriety in books would also restrain impropriety in plays.
Sir William replied: "I should say there is a very wide distinction
between what is read and what is seen. In a novel one may read that
'Eliza stripped off her dressing-gown and stepped into her bath' without
any harm; but I think if that were presented on the stage it would be
shocking." All the stupid and inconsiderate people seized eagerly on
this illustration as if it were a successful attempt to prove that
without a censorship we should be unable to prevent actresses from
appearing naked on the stage. As a matter of fact, if an actress could
be persuaded to do such a thing (and it would be about as easy to
persuade a bishop's wife to appear in church in the same condition) the
police would simply arrest her on a charge of indecent exposure. The
extent to which this obvious safeguard was overlooked may be taken as a
measure of the thoughtlessness and frivolity of the excuses made for
the censorship. It should be added that the artistic representation of
a bath, with every suggestion of nakedness that the law as to decency
allows, is one of the most familiar subjects of scenic art. From the
Rhine maidens in Wagner's Trilogy, and the bathers in the second act
of Les Huguenots, to the ballets of water nymphs in our Christmas
pantomimes and at our variety theatres, the sound hygienic propaganda
of the bath, and the charm of the undraped human figure, are exploited
without offence on the stage to an extent never dreamt of by any
novelist.


A KING'S PROCTOR

Another hare was started by Professor Gilbert Murray and Mr. Laurence
Housman, who, in pure kindness to the managers, asked whether it would
not be possible to establish for their assistance a sort of King's
Proctor to whom plays might be referred for an official legal opinion
as to their compliance with the law before production. There are several
objections to this proposal; and they may as well be stated in case the
proposal should be revived. In the first place, no lawyer with the most
elementary knowledge of the law of libel in its various applications to
sedition, obscenity, and blasphemy, could answer for the consequences
of producing any play whatsoever as to which the smallest question could
arise in the mind of any sane person. I have been a critic and an author
in active service for thirty years; and though nothing I have written
has ever been prosecuted in England or made the subject of legal
proceedings, yet I have never published in my life an article, a play,
or a book, as to which, if I had taken legal advice, an expert could
have assured me that I was proof against prosecution or against an
action for damages by the persons criticized. No doubt a sensible
solicitor might have advised me that the risk was no greater than all
men have to take in dangerous trades; but such an opinion, though it may
encourage a client, does not protect him. For example, if a publisher
asks his solicitor whether he may venture on an edition of Sterne's
Sentimental Journey, or a manager whether he may produce King Lear
without risk of prosecution, the solicitor will advise him to go ahead.
But if the solicitor or counsel consulted by him were asked for a
guarantee that neither of these works was a libel, he would have to
reply that he could give no such guarantee; that, on the contrary, it
was his duty to warn his client that both of them are obscene libels;
that King Lear, containing as it does perhaps the most appalling
blasphemy that despair ever uttered, is a blasphemous libel, and that
it is doubtful whether it could not be construed as a seditious libel as
well. As to Ibsen's Brand (the play which made him popular with the most
earnestly religious people) no sane solicitor would advise his client
even to chance it except in a broadly cultivated and tolerant (or
indifferent) modern city. The lighter plays would be no better off. What
lawyer could accept any responsibility for the production of Sardou's
Divorcons or Clyde Fitch's The Woman in the Case? Put the proposed
King's Proctor in operation to-morrow; and what will be the result? The
managers will find that instead of insuring them as the Lord Chamberlain
does, he will warn them that every play they submit to him is vulnerable
to the law, and that they must produce it not only on the ordinary risk
of acting on their own responsibility, but at the very grave additional
risk of doing so in the teeth of an official warning. Under such
circumstances, what manager would resort a second time to the Proctor;
and how would the Proctor live without fees, unless indeed the
Government gave him a salary for doing nothing? The institution would
not last a year, except as a job for somebody.


COUNSEL'S OPINION

The proposal is still less plausible when it is considered that at
present, without any new legislation at all, any manager who is doubtful
about a play can obtain the advice of his solicitor, or Counsel's
opinion, if he thinks it will be of any service to him. The verdict
of the proposed King's Proctor would be nothing but Counsel's opinion
without the liberty of choice of counsel, possibly cheapened, but sure
to be adverse; for an official cannot give practical advice as a friend
and a man of the world: he must stick to the letter of the law and take
no chances. And as far as the law is concerned, journalism, literature,
and the drama exist only by custom or sufferance.


WANTED: A NEW MAGNA CHARTA

This leads us to a very vital question. Is it not possible to amend the
law so as to make it possible for a lawyer to advise his client that
he may publish the works of Blake, Zola, and Swinburne, or produce the
plays of Ibsen and Mr. Granville Barker, or print an ordinary criticism
in his newspaper, without the possibility of finding himself in prison,
or mulcted in damages and costs in consequence? No doubt it is; but only
by a declaration of constitutional right to blaspheme, rebel, and deal
with tabooed subjects. Such a declaration is not just now within the
scope of practical politics, although we are compelled to act to a great
extent as if it was actually part of the constitution. All that can be
done is to take my advice and limit the necessary public control of
the theatres in such a manner as to prevent its being abused as a
censorship. We have ready to our hand the machinery of licensing as
applied to public-houses. A licensed victualler can now be assured
confidently by his lawyer that a magistrate cannot refuse to renew his
licence on the ground that he (the magistrate) is a teetotaller and has
seen too much of the evil of drink to sanction its sale. The magistrate
must give a judicial reason for his refusal, meaning really a
constitutional reason; and his teetotalism is not such a reason. In
the same way you can protect a theatrical manager by ruling out certain
reasons as unconstitutional, as suggested in my statement. Combine
this with the abolition of the common informer's power to initiate
proceedings, and you will have gone as far as seems possible at present.
You will have local control of the theatres for police purposes and
sanitary purposes without censorship; and I do not see what more is
possible until we get a formal Magna Charta declaring all the Categories
of libel and the blasphemy laws contrary to public liberty, and
repealing and defining accordingly.


PROPOSED: A NEW STAR CHAMBER

Yet we cannot mention Magna Charta without recalling how useless such
documents are to a nation which has no more political comprehension nor
political virtue than King John. When Henry VII. calmly proceeded to
tear up Magna Charta by establishing the Star Chamber (a criminal court
consisting of a committee of the Privy Council without a jury) nobody
objected until, about a century and a half later, the Star Chamber
began cutting off the ears of eminent XVII. century Nonconformists and
standing them in the pillory; and then the Nonconformists, and nobody
else, abolished the Star Chamber. And if anyone doubts that we are quite
ready to establish the Star Chamber again, let him read the Report
of the Joint Select Committee, on which I now venture to offer a few
criticisms.

The report of the Committee, which will be found in the bluebook, should
be read with attention and respect as far as page x., up to which point
it is an able and well-written statement of the case. From page x.
onward, when it goes on from diagnosing the disease to prescribing the
treatment, it should be read with even greater attention but with no
respect whatever, as the main object of the treatment is to conciliate
the How Not To Do It majority. It contains, however, one very notable
proposal, the same being nothing more or less than to revive the Star
Chamber for the purpose of dealing with heretical or seditious plays
and their authors, and indeed with all charges against theatrical
entertainments except common police cases of indecency. The reason given
is that for which the Star Chamber was created by Henry VII: that is,
the inadequacy of the ordinary law. "We consider," says the report,
"that the law which prevents or punishes indecency, blasphemy and libel
in printed publications [it does not, by the way, except in the crudest
police cases] would not be adequate for the control of the drama."
Therefore a committee of the Privy Council is to be empowered to
suppress plays and punish managers and authors at its pleasure, on
the motion of the Attorney-General, without a jury. The members of
the Committee will, of course, be men of high standing and character:
otherwise they would not be on the Privy Council. That is to say, they
will have all the qualifications of Archbishop Laud.

Now I have no guarantee that any member of the majority of the Joint
Select Committee ever heard of the Star Chamber or of Archbishop Laud.
One of them did not know that politics meant anything more than party
electioneering. Nothing is more alarming than the ignorance of our
public men of the commonplaces of our history, and their consequent
readiness to repeat experiments which have in the past produced national
catastrophes. At all events, whether they knew what they were doing
or not, there can be no question as to what they did. They proposed
virtually that the Act of the Long Parliament in 1641 shall be repealed,
and the Star Chamber re-established, in order that playwrights and
managers may be punished for unspecified offences unknown to the law.
When I say unspecified, I should say specified as follows (see page xi.
of the report) in the case of a play.

(a) To be indecent.

(b) To contain offensive personalities.

(c) To represent on the stage in an invidious manner a living person, or
any person recently dead.

(d) To do violence to the sentiment of religious reverence.

(e) To be calculated to conduce to vice or crime.

(f) To be calculated to impair friendly relations with any foreign
power.

(g) To be calculated to cause a breach of the peace.

Now it is clear that there is no play yet written, or possible to be
written, in this world, that might not be condemned under one or other
of these heads. How any sane man, not being a professed enemy of public
liberty, could put his hand to so monstrous a catalogue passes my
understanding. Had a comparatively definite and innocent clause
been added forbidding the affirmation or denial of the doctrine of
Transubstantiation, the country would have been up in arms at once. Lord
Ribblesdale made an effort to reduce the seven categories to the
old formula "not to be fitting for the preservation of good manners,
decorum, or the public peace"; but this proposal was not carried; whilst
on Lord Gorell's motion a final widening of the net was achieved by
adding the phrase "to be calculated to"; so that even if a play does not
produce any of the results feared, the author can still be punished
on the ground that his play is "calculated" to produce them. I have
no hesitation in saying that a committee capable of such an outrageous
display of thoughtlessness and historical ignorance as this paragraph
of its report implies deserves to be haled before the tribunal it has
itself proposed, and dealt with under a general clause levelled at
conduct "calculated to" overthrow the liberties of England.


POSSIBILITIES OF THE PROPOSAL

Still, though I am certainly not willing to give Lord Gorell the chance
of seeing me in the pillory with my ears cut off if I can help it, I
daresay many authors would rather take their chance with a Star Chamber
than with a jury, just as some soldiers would rather take their chance
with a court-martial than at Quarter Sessions. For that matter, some of
them would rather take their chance with the Lord Chamberlain than with
either. And though this is no reason for depriving the whole body of
authors of the benefit of Magna Charta, still, if the right of the
proprietor of a play to refuse the good offices of the Privy Council
and to perform the play until his accusers had indicted him at law, and
obtained the verdict of a jury against him, were sufficiently guarded,
the proposed committee might be set up and used for certain purposes.
For instance, it might be made a condition of the intervention of the
Attorney-General or the Director of Public Prosecutions that he should
refer an accused play to the committee, and obtain their sanction before
taking action, offering the proprietor of the play, if the Committee
thought fit, an opportunity of voluntarily accepting trial by the
Committee as an alternative to prosecution in the ordinary course of
law. But the Committee should have no powers of punishment beyond the
power (formidable enough) of suspending performances of the play. If
it thought that additional punishment was called for, it could order a
prosecution without allowing the proprietor or author of the play the
alternative of a trial by itself. The author of the play should be
made a party to all proceedings of the Committee, and have the right to
defend himself in person or by counsel. This would provide a check on
the Attorney-General (who might be as bigoted as any of the municipal
aldermen who are so much dreaded by the actor-managers) without enabling
the Committee to abuse its powers for party, class, or sectarian ends
beyond that irreducible minimum of abuse which a popular jury would
endorse, for which minimum there is no remedy.

But when everything is said for the Star Chamber that can be said,
and every precaution taken to secure to those whom it pursues the
alternative of trial by jury, the expedient still remains a very
questionable one, to be endured for the sake of its protective rather
than its repressive powers. It should abolish the present quaint
toleration of rioting in theatres. For example, if it is to be an
offence to perform a play which the proposed new Committee shall
condemn, it should also be made an offence to disturb a performance
which the Committee has not condemned. "Brawling" at a theatre should be
dealt with as severely as brawling in church if the censorship is to be
taken out of the hands of the public. At present Jenny Geddes may throw
her stool at the head of a playwright who preaches unpalatable doctrine
to her, or rather, since her stool is a fixture, she may hiss and hoot
and make it impossible to proceed with the performance, even although
nobody has compelled her to come to the theatre or suspended her liberty
to stay away, and although she has no claim on an unendowed theatre
for her spiritual necessities, as she has on her parish church. If mob
censorship cannot be trusted to keep naughty playwrights in order, still
less can it be trusted to keep the pioneers of thought in countenance;
and I submit that anyone hissing a play permitted by the new censorship
should be guilty of contempt of court.


STAR CHAMBER SENTIMENTALITY

But what is most to be dreaded in a Star Chamber is not its sternness
but its sentimentality. There is no worse censorship than one which
considers only the feelings of the spectators, except perhaps one
which considers the feelings of people who do not even witness the
performance. Take the case of the Passion Play at Oberammergau. The
offence given by a representation of the Crucifixion on the stage is not
bounded by frontiers: further, it is an offence of which the voluntary
spectators are guilty no less than the actors. If it is to be tolerated
at all: if we are not to make war on the German Empire for permitting
it, nor punish the English people who go to Bavaria to see it and
thereby endow it with English money, we may as well tolerate it in
London, where nobody need go to see it except those who are not offended
by it. When Wagner's Parsifal becomes available for representation in
London, many people will be sincerely horrified when the miracle of
the Mass is simulated on the stage of Covent Garden, and the Holy
Ghost descends in the form of a dove. But if the Committee of the Privy
Council, or the Lord Chamberlain, or anyone else, were to attempt to
keep Parsifal from us to spare the feelings of these people, it would
not be long before even the most thoughtless champions of the censorship
would see that the principle of doing nothing that could shock anybody
had reduced itself to absurdity. No quarter whatever should be given
to the bigotry of people so unfit for social life as to insist not only
that their own prejudices and superstitions should have the fullest
toleration but that everybody else should be compelled to think and act
as they do. Every service in St. Paul's Cathedral is an outrage to
the opinions of the congregation of the Roman Catholic Cathedral of
Westminster. Every Liberal meeting is a defiance and a challenge to
the most cherished opinions of the Unionists. A law to compel the Roman
Catholics to attend service at St. Paul's, or the Liberals to attend
the meetings of the Primrose League would be resented as an insufferable
tyranny. But a law to shut up both St. Paul's and the Westminster
Cathedral; and to put down political meetings and associations because
of the offence given by them to many worthy and excellent people,
would be a far worse tyranny, because it would kill the religious and
political life of the country outright, whereas to compel people to
attend the services and meetings of their opponents would greatly
enlarge their minds, and would actually be a good thing if it were
enforced all round. I should not object to a law to compel everybody to
read two newspapers, each violently opposed to the other in politics;
but to forbid us to read newspapers at all would be to maim us mentally
and cashier our country in the ranks of civilization. I deny that
anybody has the right to demand more from me, over and above lawful
conduct in a general sense, than liberty to stay away from the theatre
in which my plays are represented. If he is unfortunate enough to have
a religion so petty that it can be insulted (any man is as welcome to
insult my religion, if he can, as he is to insult the universe) I claim
the right to insult it to my heart's content, if I choose, provided I
do not compel him to come and hear me. If I think this country ought to
make war on any other country, then, so long as war remains lawful, I
claim full liberty to write and perform a play inciting the country
to that war without interference from the ambassadors of the menaced
country. I may "give pain to many worthy people, and pleasure to none,"
as the Censor's pet phrase puts it: I may even make Europe a cockpit and
Asia a shambles: no matter: if preachers and politicians, statesmen and
soldiers, may do these things--if it is right that such things should
be done, then I claim my share in the right to do them. If the proposed
Committee is meant to prevent me from doing these things whilst men of
other professions are permitted to do them, then I protest with all my
might against the formation of such a Committee. If it is to protect
me, on the contrary, against the attacks that bigots and corrupt
pornographers may make on me by appealing to the ignorance and
prejudices of common jurors, then I welcome it; but is that really the
object of its proposers? And if it is, what guarantee have I that the
new tribunal will not presently resolve into a mere committee to
avoid unpleasantness and keep the stage "in good taste"? It is no more
possible for me to do my work honestly as a playwright without giving
pain than it is for a dentist. The nation's morals are like its teeth:
the more decayed they are the more it hurts to touch them. Prevent
dentists and dramatists from giving pain, and not only will our morals
become as carious as our teeth, but toothache and the plagues that
follow neglected morality will presently cause more agony than all
the dentists and dramatists at their worst have caused since the world
began.


ANYTHING FOR A QUIET LIFE

Another doubt: would a Committee of the Privy Council really face the
risks that must be taken by all communities as the price of our freedom
to evolve? Would it not rather take the popular English view that
freedom and virtue generally are sweet and desirable only when they cost
nothing? Nothing worth having is to be had without risk. A mother risks
her child's life every time she lets it ramble through the countryside,
or cross the street, or clamber over the rocks on the shore by itself. A
father risks his son's morals when he gives him a latchkey. The members
of the Joint Select Committee risked my producing a revolver and
shooting them when they admitted me to the room without having me
handcuffed. And these risks are no unreal ones. Every day some child
is maimed or drowned and some young man infected with disease; and
political assassinations have been appallingly frequent of late years.
Railway travelling has its risks; motoring has its risks; aeroplaning
has its risks; every advance we make costs us a risk of some sort. And
though these are only risks to the individual, to the community they
are certainties. It is not certain that I will be killed this year in a
railway accident; but it is certain that somebody will. The invention of
printing and the freedom of the press have brought upon us, not merely
risks of their abuse, but the establishment as part of our social
routine of some of the worst evils a community can suffer from. People
who realize these evils shriek for the suppression of motor cars, the
virtual imprisonment and enslavement of the young, the passing of Press
Laws (especially in Egypt, India, and Ireland), exactly as they shriek
for a censorship of the stage. The freedom of the stage will be abused
just as certainly as the complaisance and innocence of the censorship
is abused at present. It will also be used by writers like myself for
raising very difficult and disturbing questions, social, political,
and religious, at moments which may be extremely inconvenient to the
government. Is it certain that a Committee of the Privy Council would
stand up to all this as the price of liberty? I doubt it. If I am to be
at the mercy of a nice amiable Committee of elderly gentlemen (I know
all about elderly gentlemen, being one myself) whose motto is the
highly popular one, "Anything for a quiet life" and who will make
the inevitable abuses of freedom by our blackguards an excuse for
interfering with any disquieting use of it by myself, then I shall be
worse off than I am with the Lord Chamberlain, whose mind is not broad
enough to obstruct the whole range of thought. If it were, he would be
given a more difficult post.


SHALL THE EXAMINER OF PLAYS STARVE?

And here I may be reminded that if I prefer the Lord Chamberlain I can
go to the Lord Chamberlain, who is to retain all his present functions
for the benefit of those who prefer to be judged by him. But I am not so
sure that the Lord Chamberlain will be able to exercise those functions
for long if resort to him is to be optional. Let me be kinder to him
than he has been to me, and uncover for him the pitfalls which the Joint
Select Committee have dug (and concealed) in his path. Consider how
the voluntary system must inevitably work. The Joint Select Committee
expressly urges that the Lord Chamberlain's licence must not be a bar
to a prosecution. Granted that in spite of this reservation the licence
would prove in future as powerful a defence as it has been in the past,
yet the voluntary clause nevertheless places the manager at the mercy of
any author who makes it a condition of his contract that his play shall
not be submitted for licence. I should probably take that course without
opposition from the manager. For the manager, knowing that three of my
plays have been refused a licence, and that it would be far safer to
produce a play for which no licence had been asked than one for which it
had been asked and refused, would agree that it was more prudent, in
my case, to avail himself of the power of dispensing with the Lord
Chamberlain's licence. But now mark the consequences. The manager,
having thus discovered that his best policy was to dispense with the
licence in the few doubtful cases, would presently ask himself why he
should spend two guineas each on licences for the many plays as to which
no question could conceivably arise. What risk does any manager run in
producing such works as Sweet Lavender, Peter Pan, The Silver King,
or any of the 99 per cent of plays that are equally neutral on
controversial questions? Does anyone seriously believe that the managers
would continue to pay the Lord Chamberlain two guineas a play out of
mere love and loyalty, only to create an additional risk in the case of
controversial plays, and to guard against risks that do not exist in
the case of the great bulk of other productions? Only those would remain
faithful to him who produce such plays as the Select Committee began by
discussing in camera, and ended by refusing to discuss at all because
they were too nasty. These people would still try to get a licence,
and would still no doubt succeed as they do today. But could the King's
Reader of Plays live on his fees from these plays alone; and if he
could how long would his post survive the discredit of licensing only
pornographic plays? It is clear to me that the Examiner would be starved
out of existence, and the censorship perish of desuetude. Perhaps that
is exactly what the Select Committee contemplated. If so, I have nothing
more to say, except that I think sudden death would be more merciful.


LORD GORELL'S AWAKENING

In the meantime, conceive the situation which would arise if a licensed
play were prosecuted. To make it clearer, let us imagine any other
offender--say a company promoter with a fraudulent prospectus--pleading
in Court that he had induced the Lord Chamberlain to issue a certificate
that the prospectus contained nothing objectionable, and that on the
strength of that certificate he issued it; also, that by law the Court
could do nothing to him except order him to wind up his company. Some
such vision as this must have come to Lord Gorell when he at last
grappled seriously with the problem. Mr. Harcourt seized the opportunity
to make a last rally. He seconded Lord Gorell's proposal that the
Committee should admit that its scheme of an optional censorship was an
elaborate absurdity, and report that all censorship before production
was out of the question. But it was too late: the volte face was too
sudden and complete. It was Lord Gorell whose vote had turned the close
division which took place on the question of receiving my statement. It
was Lord Gorell without whose countenance and authority the farce of the
books could never have been performed. Yet here was Lord Gorell, after
assenting to all the provisions for the optional censorship paragraph
by paragraph, suddenly informing his colleagues that they had been wrong
all through and that I had been right all through, and inviting them to
scrap half their work and adopt my conclusion. No wonder Lord Gorell got
only one vote: that of Mr. Harcourt. But the incident is not the less
significant. Lord Gorell carried more weight than any other member of
the Committee on the legal and constitutional aspect of the question.
Had he begun where he left off--had he at the outset put down his foot
on the notion that an optional penal law could ever be anything but a
gross contradiction in terms, that part of the Committee's proposals
would never have come into existence.


JUDGES: THEIR PROFESSIONAL LIMITATIONS

I do not, however, appeal to Lord Gorell's judgment on all points. It is
inevitable that a judge should be deeply impressed by his professional
experience with a sense of the impotence of judges and laws and courts
to deal satisfactorily with evils which are so Protean and elusive as to
defy definition, and which yet seem to present quite simple problems to
the common sense of men of the world. You have only to imagine the Privy
Council as consisting of men of the world highly endowed with common
sense, to persuade yourself that the supplementing of the law by the
common sense of the Privy Council would settle the whole difficulty. But
no man knows what he means by common sense, though every man can tell
you that it is very uncommon, even in Privy Councils. And since every
ploughman is a man of the world, it is evident that even the phrase
itself does not mean what it says. As a matter of fact, it means in
ordinary use simply a man who will not make himself disagreeable for the
sake of a principle: just the sort of man who should never be allowed to
meddle with political rights. Now to a judge a political right, that
is, a dogma which is above our laws and conditions our laws, instead of
being subject to them, is anarchic and abhorrent. That is why I trust
Lord Gorell when he is defending the integrity of the law against
the proposal to make it in any sense optional, whilst I very strongly
mistrust him, as I mistrust all professional judges, when political
rights are in danger.


CONCLUSION

I must conclude by recommending the Government to take my advice
wherever it conflicts with that of the Joint Select Committee. It is,
I think, obviously more deeply considered and better informed, though I
say it that should not. At all events, I have given my reasons; and at
that I must leave it. As the tradition which makes Malvolio not only
Master of the Revels but Master of the Mind of England, and which has
come down to us from Henry VIII., is manifestly doomed to the dustbin,
the sooner it goes there the better; for the democratic control which
naturally succeeds it can easily be limited so as to prevent it becoming
either a censorship or a tyranny. The Examiner of Plays should receive
a generous pension, and be set free to practise privately as an expert
adviser of theatrical managers. There is no reason why they should be
deprived of the counsel they so highly value.

It only remains to say that public performances of The Shewing-Up
of Blanco Posnet are still prohibited in Great Britain by the Lord
Chamberlain. An attempt was made to prevent even its performance in
Ireland by some indiscreet Castle officials in the absence of the Lord
Lieutenant. This attempt gave extraordinary publicity to the production
of the play; and every possible effort was made to persuade the Irish
public that the performance would be an outrage to their religion,
and to provoke a repetition of the rioting that attended the first
performances of Synge's Playboy of the Western World before the most
sensitive and, on provocation, the most turbulent audience in the
kingdom. The directors of the Irish National Theatre, Lady Gregory and
Mr. William Butler Yeats, rose to the occasion with inspiriting courage.
I am a conciliatory person, and was willing, as I always am, to make
every concession in return for having my own way. But Lady Gregory and
Mr. Yeats not only would not yield an inch, but insisted, within the due
limits of gallant warfare, on taking the field with every circumstance
of defiance, and winning the battle with every trophy of victory. Their
triumph was as complete as they could have desired. The performance
exhausted the possibilities of success, and provoked no murmur, though
it inspired several approving sermons. Later on, Lady Gregory and
Mr. Yeats brought the play to London and performed it under the Lord
Chamberlain's nose, through the instrumentality of the Stage Society.

After this, the play was again submitted to the Lord Chamberlain. But,
though beaten, he, too, understands the art of How Not To Do It. He
licensed the play, but endorsed on his licence the condition that all
the passages which implicated God in the history of Blanco Posnet must
be omitted in representation. All the coarseness, the profligacy, the
prostitution, the violence, the drinking-bar humor into which the light
shines in the play are licensed, but the light itself is extinguished.
I need hardly say that I have not availed myself of this licence, and do
not intend to. There is enough licensed darkness in our theatres today
without my adding to it.

AYOT ST. LAWRENCE, 14TH JULY 1910.

POSTSCRIPT.--Since the above was written the Lord Chamberlain has made
an attempt to evade his responsibility and perhaps to postpone his doom
by appointing an advisory committee, unknown to the law, on which he
will presumably throw any odium that may attach to refusals of licences
in the future. This strange and lawless body will hardly reassure our
moralists, who object much more to the plays he licenses than to those
he suppresses, and are therefore unmoved by his plea that his refusals
are few and far between. It consists of two eminent actors (one
retired), an Oxford professor of literature, and two eminent barristers.
As their assembly is neither created by statute nor sanctioned by
custom, it is difficult to know what to call it until it advises the
Lord Chamberlain to deprive some author of his means of livelihood, when
it will, I presume, become a conspiracy, and be indictable accordingly;
unless, indeed, it can persuade the Courts to recognize it as a
new Estate of the Realm, created by the Lord Chamberlain. This
constitutional position is so questionable that I strongly advise the
members to resign promptly before the Lord Chamberlain gets them into
trouble.



THE SHEWING-UP OF BLANCO POSNET

A number of women are sitting working together in a big room not unlike
an old English tithe barn in its timbered construction, but with windows
high up next the roof. It is furnished as a courthouse, with the floor
raised next the walls, and on this raised flooring a seat for the
Sheriff, a rough jury box on his right, and a bar to put prisoners to on
his left. In the well in the middle is a table with benches round it.
A few other benches are in disorder round the room. The autumn sun is
shining warmly through the windows and the open door. The women, whose
dress and speech are those of pioneers of civilisation in a territory
of the United States of America, are seated round the table and on the
benches, shucking nuts. The conversation is at its height.

BABSY [a bumptious young slattern, with some good looks] I say that a
man that would steal a horse would do anything.

LOTTIE [a sentimental girl, neat and clean] Well, I never should look at
it in that way. I do think killing a man is worse any day than stealing
a horse.

HANNAH [elderly and wise] I dont say it's right to kill a man. In a
place like this, where every man has to have a revolver, and where
theres so much to try people's tempers, the men get to be a deal too
free with one another in the way of shooting. God knows it's hard enough
to have to bring a boy into the world and nurse him up to be a man only
to have him brought home to you on a shutter, perhaps for nothing, or
only just to shew that the man that killed him wasn't afraid of him.
But men are like children when they get a gun in their hands: theyre not
content til theyve used it on somebody.

JESSIE [a good-natured but sharp-tongued, hoity-toity young woman;
Babsy's rival in good looks and her superior in tidiness] They shoot for
the love of it. Look at them at a lynching. Theyre not content to hang
the man; but directly the poor creature is swung up they all shoot
him full of holes, wasting their cartridges that cost solid money, and
pretending they do it in horror of his wickedness, though half of them
would have a rope round their own necks if all they did was known--let
alone the mess it makes.

LOTTIE. I wish we could get more civilized. I don't like all this
lynching and shooting. I don't believe any of us like it, if the truth
were known.

BABSY. Our Sheriff is a real strong man. You want a strong man for a
rough lot like our people here. He aint afraid to shoot and he aint
afraid to hang. Lucky for us quiet ones, too.

JESSIE. Oh, don't talk to me. I know what men are. Of course he aint
afraid to shoot and he aint afraid to hang. Wheres the risk in that
with the law on his side and the whole crowd at his back longing for the
lynching as if it was a spree? Would one of them own to it or let
him own to it if they lynched the wrong man? Not them. What they call
justice in this place is nothing but a breaking out of the devil thats
in all of us. What I want to see is a Sheriff that aint afraid not to
shoot and not to hang.

EMMA [a sneak who sides with Babsy or Jessie, according to the fortune
of war] Well, I must say it does sicken me to see Sheriff Kemp putting
down his foot, as he calls it. Why don't he put it down on his wife?
She wants it worse than half the men he lynches. He and his Vigilance
Committee, indeed!

BABSY [incensed] Oh, well! if people are going to take the part of
horse-thieves against the Sheriff--!

JESSIE. Who's taking the part of horse-thieves against the Sheriff?

BABSY. You are. Waitle your own horse is stolen, and youll know better.
I had an uncle that died of thirst in the sage brush because a negro
stole his horse. But they caught him and burned him; and serve him
right, too.

EMMA. I have known that a child was born crooked because its mother had
to do a horse's work that was stolen.

BABSY. There! You hear that? I say stealing a horse is ten times worse
than killing a man. And if the Vigilance Committee ever gets hold of
you, youd better have killed twenty men than as much as stole a saddle
or bridle, much less a horse.

[Elder Daniels comes in.]

ELDER DANIELS. Sorry to disturb you, ladies; but the Vigilance Committee
has taken a prisoner; and they want the room to try him in.

JESSIE. But they cant try him til Sheriff Kemp comes back from the
wharf.

ELDER DANIELS. Yes; but we have to keep the prisoner here til he comes.

BABSY. What do you want to put him here for? Cant you tie him up in the
Sheriff's stable?

ELDER DANIELS. He has a soul to be saved, almost like the rest of us.
I am bound to try to put some religion into him before he goes into his
Maker's presence after the trial.

HANNAH. What has he done, Mr Daniels?

ELDER DANIELS. Stole a horse.

BABSY. And are we to be turned out of the town hall for a horse-thief?
Aint a stable good enough for his religion?

ELDER DANIELS. It may be good enough for his, Babsy; but, by your leave,
it is not good enough for mine. While I am Elder here, I shall umbly
endeavour to keep up the dignity of Him I serve to the best of my small
ability. So I must ask you to be good enough to clear out. Allow me. [He
takes the sack of husks and put it out of the way against the panels of
the jury box].

THE WOMEN [murmuring] Thats always the way. Just as we'd settled down to
work. What harm are we doing? Well, it is tiresome. Let them finish the
job themselves. Oh dear, oh dear! We cant have a minute to ourselves.
Shoving us out like that!

HANNAH. Whose horse was it, Mr Daniels?

ELDER DANIELS [returning to move the other sack] I am sorry to say
that it was the Sheriff's horse--the one he loaned to young Strapper.
Strapper loaned it to me; and the thief stole it, thinking it was mine.
If it had been mine, I'd have forgiven him cheerfully. I'm sure I
hoped he would get away; for he had two hours start of the Vigilance
Committee. But they caught him. [He disposes of the other sack also].

JESSIE. It cant have been much of a horse if they caught him with two
hours start.

ELDER DANIELS [coming back to the centre of the group] The strange thing
is that he wasn't on the horse when they took him. He was walking; and
of course he denies that he ever had the horse. The Sheriff's brother
wanted to tie him up and lash him till he confessed what he'd done with
it; but I couldn't allow that: it's not the law.

BABSY. Law! What right has a horse-thief to any law? Law is thrown away
on a brute like that.

ELDER DANIELS. Dont say that, Babsy. No man should be made to confess
by cruelty until religion has been tried and failed. Please God I'll get
the whereabouts of the horse from him if youll be so good as to clear
out from this. [Disturbance outside]. They are bringing him in. Now
ladies! please, please.

[They rise reluctantly. Hannah, Jessie, and Lottie retreat to the
Sheriff's bench, shepherded by Daniels; but the other women crowd
forward behind Babsy and Emma to see the prisoner.

Blanco Posnet it brought in by Strapper Kemp, the Sheriff's brother, and
a cross-eyed man called Squinty. Others follow. Blanco is evidently a
blackguard. It would be necessary to clean him to make a close guess at
his age; but he is under forty, and an upturned, red moustache, and the
arrangement of his hair in a crest on his brow, proclaim the dandy in
spite of his intense disreputableness. He carries his head high, and has
a fairly resolute mouth, though the fire of incipient delirium tremens
is in his eye.

His arms are bound with a rope with a long end, which Squinty holds.
They release him when he enters; and he stretches himself and lounges
across the courthouse in front of the women. Strapper and the men remain
between him and the door.]

BABSY [spitting at him as he passes her] Horse-thief! horse-thief!

OTHERS. You will hang for it; do you hear? And serve you right. Serve
you right. That will teach you. I wouldn't wait to try you. Lynch him
straight off, the varmint. Yes, yes. Tell the boys. Lynch him.

BLANCO [mocking] "Angels ever bright and fair--"

BABSY. You call me an angel, and I'll smack your dirty face for you.

BLANCO. "Take, oh take me to your care."

EMMA. There wont be any angels where youre going to.

OTHERS. Aha! Devils, more likely. And too good company for a
horse-thief.

ALL. Horse-thief! Horse-thief! Horse-thief!

BLANCO. Do women make the law here, or men? Drive these heifers out.

THE WOMEN. Oh! [They rush at him, vituperating, screaming passionately,
tearing at him. Lottie puts her fingers in her ears and runs out. Hannah
follows, shaking her head. Blanco is thrown down]. Oh, did you hear what
he called us? You foul-mouthed brute! You liar! How dare you put such a
name to a decent woman? Let me get at him. You coward! Oh, he struck me:
did you see that? Lynch him! Pete, will you stand by and hear me called
names by a skunk like that? Burn him: burn him! Thats what I'd do with
him. Aye, burn him!

THE MEN [pulling the women away from Blanco, and getting them out partly
by violence and partly by coaxing] Here! come out of this. Let him
alone. Clear the courthouse. Come on now. Out with you. Now, Sally: out
you go. Let go my hair, or I'll twist your arm out. Ah, would you? Now,
then: get along. You know you must go. Whats the use of scratching like
that? Now, ladies, ladies, ladies. How would you like it if you were
going to be hanged?

[At last the women are pushed out, leaving Elder Daniels, the Sheriff's
brother Strapper Kemp, and a few others with Blanco. Strapper is a lad
just turning into a man: strong, selfish, sulky, and determined.]

BLANCO [sitting up and tidying himself]--

     Oh woman, in our hours of ease.
     Uncertain, coy, and hard to please--

Is my face scratched? I can feel their damned claws all over me still.
Am I bleeding? [He sits on the nearest bench].

ELDER DANIELS. Nothing to hurt. Theyve drawn a drop or two under your
left eye.

STRAPPER. Lucky for you to have an eye left in your head.

BLANCO [wiping the blood off]--

    When pain and anguish wring the brow,
    A ministering angel thou.

Go out to them, Strapper Kemp; and tell them about your big brother's
little horse that some wicked man stole. Go and cry in your mammy's lap.

STRAPPER [furious] You jounce me any more about that horse, Blanco
Posnet; and I'll--I'll--

BLANCO. Youll scratch my face, wont you? Yah! Your brother's the
Sheriff, aint he?

STRAPPER. Yes, he is. He hangs horse-thieves.

BLANCO [with calm conviction] He's a rotten Sheriff. Oh, a rotten
Sheriff. If he did his first duty he'd hang himself. This is a rotten
town. Your fathers came here on a false alarm of gold-digging; and when
the gold didn't pan out, they lived by licking their young into habits
of honest industry.

STRAPPER. If I hadnt promised Elder Daniels here to give him a chance
to keep you out of Hell, I'd take the job of twisting your neck off the
hands of the Vigilance Committee.

BLANCO [with infinite scorn] You and your rotten Elder, and your rotten
Vigilance Committee!

STRAPPER. Theyre sound enough to hang a horse-thief, anyhow.

BLANCO. Any fool can hang the wisest man in the country. Nothing he
likes better. But you cant hang me.

STRAPPER. Cant we?

BLANCO. No, you cant. I left the town this morning before sunrise,
because it's a rotten town, and I couldn't bear to see it in the light.
Your brother's horse did the same, as any sensible horse would. Instead
of going to look for the horse, you went looking for me. That was a
rotten thing to do, because the horse belonged to your brother--or to
the man he stole it from--and I don't belong to him. Well, you found me;
but you didn't find the horse. If I had took the horse, I'd have been on
the horse. Would I have taken all that time to get to where I did if I'd
a horse to carry me?

STRAPPER. I dont believe you started not for two hours after you say you
did.

BLANCO. Who cares what you believe or dont believe? Is a man worth six
of you to be hanged because youve lost your big brother's horse, and
youll want to kill somebody to relieve your rotten feelings when he
licks you for it? Not likely. Till you can find a witness that saw me
with that horse you cant touch me; and you know it.

STRAPPER. Is that the law, Elder?

ELDER DANIELS. The Sheriff knows the law. I wouldnt say for sure; but
I think it would be more seemly to have a witness. Go and round one up,
Strapper; and leave me here alone to wrestle with his poor blinded soul.

STRAPPER. I'll get a witness all right enough. I know the road he took;
and I'll ask at every house within sight of it for a mile out. Come
boys.

[Strapper goes out with the others, leaving Blanco and Elder Daniels
together. Blanco rises and strolls over to the Elder, surveying him with
extreme disparagement.]

BLANCO. Well, brother? Well, Boozy Posnet, alias Elder Daniels? Well,
thief? Well, drunkard?

ELDER DANIELS. It's no good, Blanco. Theyll never believe we're
brothers.

BLANCO. Never fear. Do you suppose I want to claim you? Do you suppose
I'm proud of you? Youre a rotten brother, Boozy Posnet. All you ever did
when I owned you was to borrow money from me to get drunk with. Now you
lend money and sell drink to other people. I was ashamed of you before;
and I'm worse ashamed of you now, I wont have you for a brother. Heaven
gave you to me; but I return the blessing without thanks. So be easy: I
shant blab. [He turns his back on him and sits down].

ELDER DANIELS. I tell you they wouldn't believe you; so what does it
matter to me whether you blab or not? Talk sense, Blanco: theres no time
for your foolery now; for youll be a dead man an hour after the Sheriff
comes back. What possessed you to steal that horse?

BLANCO. I didnt steal it. I distrained on it for what you owed me. I
thought it was yours. I was a fool to think that you owned anything but
other people's property. You laid your hands on everything father and
mother had when they died. I never asked you for a fair share. I never
asked you for all the money I'd lent you from time to time. I asked you
for mother's old necklace with the hair locket in it. You wouldn't give
me that: you wouldn't give me anything. So as you refused me my due I
took it, just to give you a lesson.

ELDER DANIELS. Why didnt you take the necklace if you must steal
something? They wouldnt have hanged you for that.

BLANCO. Perhaps I'd rather be hanged for stealing a horse than let off
for a damned piece of sentimentality.

ELDER DANIELS. Oh, Blanco, Blanco: spiritual pride has been your ruin.
If youd only done like me, youd be a free and respectable man this day
instead of laying there with a rope round your neck.

BLANCO [turning on him] Done like you! What do you mean? Drink like you,
eh? Well, Ive done some of that lately. I see things.

ELDER DANIELS. Too late, Blanco: too late. [Convulsively] Oh, why didnt
you drink as I used to? Why didnt you drink as I was led to by the Lord
for my good, until the time came for me to give it up? It was drink that
saved my character when I was a young man; and it was the want of
it that spoiled yours. Tell me this. Did I ever get drunk when I was
working?

BLANCO. No; but then you never worked when you had money enough to get
drunk.

ELDER DANIELS. That just shews the wisdom of Providence and the Lord's
mercy. God fulfils himself in many ways: ways we little think of when we
try to set up our own shortsighted laws against his Word. When does
the Devil catch hold of a man? Not when he's working and not when he's
drunk; but when he's idle and sober. Our own natures tell us to drink
when we have nothing else to do. Look at you and me! When we'd both
earned a pocketful of money, what did we do? Went on the spree,
naturally. But I was humble minded. I did as the rest did. I gave my
money in at the drink-shop; and I said, "Fire me out when I have drunk
it all up." Did you ever see me sober while it lasted?

BLANCO. No; and you looked so disgusting that I wonder it didn't set me
against drink for the rest of my life.

ELDER DANIELS. That was your spiritual pride, Blanco. You never
reflected that when I was drunk I was in a state of innocence.
Temptations and bad company and evil thoughts passed by me like the
summer wind as you might say: I was too drunk to notice them. When the
money was gone, and they fired me out, I was fired out like gold out of
the furnace, with my character unspoiled and unspotted; and when I went
back to work, the work kept me steady. Can you say as much, Blanco?
Did your holidays leave your character unspoiled? Oh, no, no. It was
theatres: it was gambling: it was evil company, it was reading in vain
romances: it was women, Blanco, women: it was wrong thoughts and gnawing
discontent. It ended in your becoming a rambler and a gambler: it is
going to end this evening on the gallows tree. Oh, what a lesson against
spiritual pride! Oh, what a--[Blanco throws his hat at him].

BLANCO. Stow it, Boozy. Sling it. Cut it. Cheese it. Shut up. "Shake not
the dying sinner's hand."

ELDER DANIELS. Aye: there you go, with your scraps of lustful poetry.
But you cant deny what I tell you. Why, do you think I would put my soul
in peril by selling drink if I thought it did no good, as them silly
temperance reformers make out, flying in the face of the natural tastes
implanted in us all for a good purpose? Not if I was to starve for it
to-morrow. But I know better. I tell you, Blanco, what keeps America
to-day the purest of the nations is that when she's not working she's
too drunk to hear the voice of the tempter.

BLANCO. Dont deceive yourself, Boozy. You sell drink because you make
a bigger profit out of it than you can by selling tea. And you gave up
drink yourself because when you got that fit at Edwardstown the doctor
told you youd die the next time; and that frightened you off it.

ELDER DANIELS [fervently] Oh thank God selling drink pays me! And thank
God he sent me that fit as a warning that my drinking time was past and
gone, and that he needed me for another service!

BLANCO. Take care, Boozy. He hasnt finished with you yet. He always has
a trick up His sleeve--

ELDER DANIELS. Oh, is that the way to speak of the ruler of the
universe--the great and almighty God?

BLANCO. He's a sly one. He's a mean one. He lies low for you. He plays
cat and mouse with you. He lets you run loose until you think youre shut
of him; and then, when you least expect it, he's got you.

ELDER DANIELS. Speak more respectful, Blanco--more reverent.

BLANCO [springing up and coming at him] Reverent! Who taught you your
reverent cant? Not your Bible. It says He cometh like a thief in the
night--aye, like a thief--a horse-thief--

ELDER DANIELS [shocked] Oh!

BLANCO [overhearing him] And it's true. Thats how He caught me and
put my neck into the halter. To spite me because I had no use for
Him--because I lived my own life in my own way, and would have no truck
with His "Dont do this," and "You mustnt do that," and "Youll go to
Hell if you do the other." I gave Him the go-bye and did without Him all
these years. But He caught me out at last. The laugh is with Him as far
as hanging me goes. [He thrusts his hands into his pockets and lounges
moodily away from Daniels, to the table, where he sits facing the jury
box].

ELDER DANIELS. Dont dare to put your theft on Him, man. It was the Devil
tempted you to steal the horse.

BLANCO. Not a bit of it. Neither God nor Devil tempted me to take the
horse: I took it on my own. He had a cleverer trick than that ready
for me. [He takes his hands out of his pockets and clenches his fists].
Gosh! When I think that I might have been safe and fifty miles away by
now with that horse; and here I am waiting to be hung up and filled with
lead! What came to me? What made me such a fool? Thats what I want to
know. Thats the great secret.

ELDER DANIELS [at the opposite side of the table] Blanco: the great
secret now is, what did you do with the horse?

BLANCO [striking the table with his fist] May my lips be blighted like
my soul if ever I tell that to you or any mortal men! They may roast me
alive or cut me to ribbons; but Strapper Kemp shall never have the laugh
on me over that job. Let them hang me. Let them shoot. So long as they
are shooting a man and not a sniveling skunk and softy, I can stand up
to them and take all they can give me--game.

ELDER DANIELS. Dont be headstrong, Blanco. Whats the use? [Slyly]
They might let up on you if you put Strapper in the way of getting his
brother's horse back.

BLANCO. Not they. Hanging's too big a treat for them to give up a fair
chance. Ive done it myself. Ive yelled with the dirtiest of them when a
man no worse than myself was swung up. Ive emptied my revolver into him,
and persuaded myself that he deserved it and that I was doing justice
with strong stern men. Well, my turn's come now. Let the men I yelled at
and shot at look up out of Hell and see the boys yelling and shooting at
me as I swing up.

ELDER DANIELS. Well, even if you want to be hanged, is that any reason
why Strapper shouldn't have his horse? I tell you I'm responsible to him
for it. [Bending over the table and coaxing him]. Act like a brother,
Blanco: tell me what you done with it.

BLANCO [shortly, getting up and leaving the table] Never you mind what I
done with it. I was done out of it. Let that be enough for you.

ELDER DANIELS [following him] Then why don't you put us on to the man
that done you out of it?

BLANCO. Because he'd be too clever for you, just as he was too clever
for me.

FEEMY [reddening, and disengaging her arm from Strapper's] I'm clean
enough to hang you, anyway. [Going over to him threateningly]. Youre no
true American man, to insult a woman like that.

BLANCO. A woman! Oh Lord! You saw me on a horse, did you?

FEEMY. Yes I did.

BLANCO. Got up early on purpose to do it, didn't you?

FEEMY. No I didn't: I stayed up late on a spree.

BLANCO. I was on a horse, was I?

FEEMY. Yes you were; and if you deny it youre a liar.

BLANCO [to Strapper] She saw a man on a horse when she was too drunk to
tell which was the man and which was the horse--

FEEMY [breaking in] You lie. I wasn't drunk--at least not as drunk as
that.

BLANCO [ignoring the interruption]--and you found a man without a horse.
Is a man on a horse the same as a man on foot? Yah! Take your witness
away. Who's going to believe her? Shove her into the dustbin. Youve got
to find that horse before you get a rope round my neck. [He turns away
from her contemptuously, and sits at the table with his back to the jury
box].

FEEMY [following him] I'll hang you, you dirty horse-thief; or not a man
in this camp will ever get a word or a look from me again. Youre just
trash: thats what you are. White trash.

BLANCO. And what are you, darling? What are you? Youre a worse danger to
a town like this than ten horse-thieves.

FEEMY. Mr Kemp: will you stand by and hear me insulted in that low way?
[To Blanco, spitefully] I'll see you swung up and I'll see you cut
down: I'll see you high and I'll see you low, as dangerous as I am. [He
laughs]. Oh you neednt try to brazen it out. Youll look white enough
before the boys are done with you.

BLANCO. You do me good. Feemy. Stay by me to the end, wont you? Hold my
hand to the last; and I'll die game. [He puts out his hand: she
strikes savagely at it; but he withdraws it in time and laughs at her
discomfiture].

FEEMY. You--

ELDER DANIELS. Never mind him, Feemy: he's not right in his head to-day.
[She receives the assurance with contemptuous credulity, and sits down
on the step of the Sheriff's dais].

Sheriff Kemp comes in: a stout man, with large flat ears, and a neck
thicker than his head.

ELDER DANIELS. Morning, Sheriff.

THE SHERIFF. Morning, Elder. [Passing on.] Morning, Strapper. [Passing
on]. Morning, Miss Evans. [Stopping between Strapper and Blanco]. Is
this the prisoner?

BLANCO [rising] Thats so. Morning, Sheriff.

THE SHERIFF. Morning. You know, I suppose, that if you've stole a horse
and the jury find against you, you wont have any time to settle your
affairs. Consequently, if you feel guilty, youd better settle em now.

BLANCO. Affairs be damned! Ive got none.

THE SHERIFF. Well, are you in a proper state of mind? Has the Elder
talked to you?

BLANCO. He has. And I say it's against the law. It's torture: thats what
it is.

ELDER DANIELS. He's not accountable. He's out of his mind, Sheriff. He's
not fit to go into the presence of his Maker.

THE SHERIFF. You are a merciful man, Elder; but you wont take the boys
with you there. [To Blanco]. If it comes to hanging you, youd better for
your own sake be hanged in a proper state of mind than in an improper
one. But it wont make any difference to us: make no mistake about that.

BLANCO. Lord keep me wicked till I die! Now Ive said my little prayer.
I'm ready. Not that I'm guilty, mind you; but this is a rotten town,
dead certain to do the wrong thing.

THE SHERIFF. You wont be asked to live long in it, I guess. [To
Strapper] Got the witness all right, Strapper?

STRAPPER. Yes, got everything.

BLANCO. Except the horse.

THE SHERIFF. Whats that? Aint you got the horse?

STRAPPER. No. He traded it before we overtook him, I guess. But Feemy
saw him on it.

FEEMY. She did.

STRAPPER. Shall I call in the boys?

BLANCO. Just a moment, Sheriff. A good appearance is everything in a
low-class place like this. [He takes out a pocket comb and mirror, and
retires towards the dais to arrange his hair].

ELDER DANIELS. Oh, think of your immortal soul, man, not of your foolish
face.

BLANCO. I cant change my soul, Elder: it changes me--sometimes. Feemy:
I'm too pale. Let me rub my cheek against yours, darling.

FEEMY. You lie: my color's my own, such as it is. And a pretty color
youll be when youre hung white and shot red.

BLANCO. Aint she spiteful, Sheriff?

THE SHERIFF. Time's wasted on you. [To Strapper] Go and see if the boys
are ready. Some of them were short of cartridges, and went down to the
store to buy them. They may as well have their fun; and itll be shorter
for him.

STRAPPER. Young Jack has brought a boxful up. Theyre all ready.

THE SHERIFF [going to the dais and addressing Blanco] Your place is at
the bar there. Take it. [Blanco bows ironically and goes to the bar].
Miss Evans: youd best sit at the table. [She does so, at the corner
nearest the bar. The Elder takes the opposite corner. The Sheriff takes
his chair]. All ready, Strapper.

STRAPPER [at the door] All in to begin.

(The crowd comes in and fills the court. Babsy, Jessie, and Emma come to
the Sheriff's right; Hannah and Lottie to his left.)

THE SHERIFF. Silence there. The jury will take their places as usual.
[They do so].

BLANCO. I challenge this jury, Sheriff.

THE FOREMAN. Do you, by Gosh?

THE SHERIFF. On what ground?

BLANCO. On the general ground that it's a rotten jury. [Laughter].

THE SHERIFF. Thats not a lawful ground of challenge.

THE FOREMAN. It's a lawful ground for me to shoot yonder skunk at sight,
first time I meet him, if he survives this trial.

BLANCO. I challenge the Foreman because he's prejudiced.

THE FOREMAN. I say you lie. We mean to hang you, Blanco Posnet; but you
will be hanged fair.

THE JURY. Hear, hear!

STRAPPER [to the Sheriff] George: this is rot. How can you get an
unprejudiced jury if the prisoner starts by telling them theyre all
rotten? If theres any prejudice against him he has himself to thank for
it.

THE BOYS. Thats so. Of course he has. Insulting the court! Challenge be
jiggered! Gag him.

NESTOR [a juryman with a long white beard, drunk, the oldest man
present] Besides, Sheriff, I go so far as to say that the man that is
not prejudiced against a horse-thief is not fit to sit on a jury in this
town.

THE BOYS. Right. Bully for you, Nestor! Thats the straight truth. Of
course he aint. Hear, hear!

THE SHERIFF. That is no doubt true, old man. Still, you must get as
unprejudiced as you can. The critter has a right to his chance, such as
he is. So now go right ahead. If the prisoner don't like this jury,
he should have stole a horse in another town; for this is all the jury
he'll get here.

THE FOREMAN. Thats so, Blanco Posnet.

THE SHERIFF [to Blanco] Dont you be uneasy. You will get justice here.
It may be rough justice; but it is justice.

BLANCO. What is justice?

THE SHERIFF. Hanging horse-thieves is justice; so now you know. Now
then: weve wasted enough time. Hustle with your witness there, will you?

BLANCO [indignantly bringing down his fist on the bar] Swear the jury. A
rotten Sheriff you are not to know that the jury's got to be sworn.

THE FOREMAN [galled] Be swore for you! Not likely. What do you say, old
son?

NESTOR [deliberately and solemnly] I say: GUILTY!!!

THE BOYS [tumultuously rushing at Blanco] Thats it. Guilty, guilty.
Take him out and hang him. He's found guilty. Fetch a rope. Up with him.
[They are about to drag him from the bar].

THE SHERIFF [rising, pistol in hand] Hands off that man. Hands off him,
I say, Squinty, or I drop you, and would if you were my own son. [Dead
silence], I'm Sheriff here; and it's for me to say when he may lawfully
be hanged. [They release him].

BLANCO. As the actor says in the play, "a Daniel come to judgment."
Rotten actor he was, too.

THE SHERIFF. Elder Daniel is come to judgment all right, my lad. Elder:
the floor is yours. [The Elder rises]. Give your evidence. The truth and
the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God.

ELDER DANIELS. Sheriff: let me off this. I didn't ought to swear away
this man's life. He and I are, in a manner of speaking, brothers.

THE SHERIFF. It does you credit, Elder: every man here will acknowledge
it. But religion is one thing: law is another. In religion we're all
brothers. In law we cut our brother off when he steals horses.

THE FOREMAN. Besides, you neednt hang him, you know. Theres plenty of
willing hands to take that job off your conscience. So rip ahead, old
son.

STRAPPER. Youre accountable to me for the horse until you clear
yourself, Elder: remember that.

BLANCO. Out with it, you fool.

ELDER DANIELS. You might own up, Blanco, as far as my evidence goes.
Everybody knows I borrowed one of the Sheriff's horses from Strapper
because my own's gone lame. Everybody knows you arrived in the town
yesterday and put up in my house. Everybody knows that in the morning
the horse was gone and you were gone.

BLANCO [in a forensic manner] Sheriff: the Elder, though known to you
and to all here as no brother of mine and the rottenest liar in this
town, is speaking the truth for the first time in his life as far as
what he says about me is concerned. As to the horse, I say nothing;
except that it was the rottenest horse you ever tried to sell.

THE SHERIFF. How do you know it was a rotten horse if you didn't steal
it?

BLANCO. I don't know of my own knowledge. I only argue that if the horse
had been worth its keep, you wouldn't have lent it to Strapper, and
Strapper wouldn't have lent it to this eloquent and venerable ram.
[Suppressed laughter]. And now I ask him this. [To the Elder] Did we or
did we not have a quarrel last evening about a certain article that was
left by my mother, and that I considered I had a right to more than you?
And did you say one word to me about the horse not belonging to you?

ELDER DANIELS. Why should I? We never said a word about the horse at
all. How was I to know what it was in your mind to do?

BLANCO. Bear witness all that I had a right to take a horse from him
without stealing to make up for what he denied me. I am no thief. But
you havnt proved yet that I took the horse. Strapper Kemp: had I the
horse when you took me, or had I not?

STRAPPER. No, nor you hadnt a railway train neither. But Feemy Evans saw
you pass on the horse at four o'clock twenty-five miles from the spot
where I took you at seven on the road to Pony Harbor. Did you walk
twenty-five miles in three hours? That so, Feemy, eh?

FEEMY. Thats so. At four I saw him. [To Blanco] Thats done for you.

THE SHERIFF. You say you saw him on my horse?

FEEMY. I did.

BLANCO. And I ate it, I suppose, before Strapper fetched up with me.
[Suddenly and dramatically] Sheriff: I accuse Feemy of immoral relations
with Strapper.

FEEMY. Oh you liar!

BLANCO. I accuse the fair Euphemia of immoral relations with every man
in this town, including yourself, Sheriff. I say this is a conspiracy to
kill me between Feemy and Strapper because I wouldn't touch Feemy with
a pair of tongs. I say you darent hang any white man on the word of a
woman of bad character. I stand on the honor and virtue of my American
manhood. I say that she's not had the oath, and that you darent for the
honor of the town give her the oath because her lips would blaspheme
the holy Bible if they touched it. I say thats the law; and if you are
a proper United States Sheriff and not a low-down lyncher, youll hold
up the law and not let it be dragged in the mud by your brother's kept
woman.

[Great excitement among the women. The men much puzzled.]

JESSIE. Thats right. She didn't ought to be let kiss the Book.

EMMA. How could the like of her tell the truth?

BABSY. It would be an insult to every respectable woman here to believe
her.

FEEMY. It's easy to be respectable with nobody ever offering you a
chance to be anything else.

THE WOMEN [clamoring all together] Shut up, you hussy. Youre a disgrace.
How dare you open your lips to answer your betters? Hold your tongue and
learn your place, miss. You painted slut! Whip her out of the town!

THE SHERIFF. Silence. Do you hear? Silence. [The clamor ceases]. Did
anyone else see the prisoner with the horse?

FEEMY [passionately] Aint I good enough?

BABSY. No. Youre dirt: thats what you are.

FEEMY. And you--

THE SHERIFF. Silence. This trial is a man's job; and if the women forget
their sex they can go out or be put out. Strapper and Miss Evans: you
cant have it two ways. You can run straight, or you can run gay, so
to speak; but you cant run both ways together. There is also a strong
feeling among the men of this town that a line should be drawn between
those that are straight wives and mothers and those that are, in the
words of the Book of Books, taking the primrose path. We don't wish to
be hard on any woman; and most of us have a personal regard for Miss
Evans for the sake of old times; but theres no getting out of the
fact that she has private reasons for wishing to oblige Strapper, and
that--if she will excuse my saying so--she is not what I might call
morally particular as to what she does to oblige him. Therefore I ask
the prisoner not to drive us to give Miss Evans the oath. I ask him to
tell us fair and square, as a man who has but a few minutes between him
and eternity, what he done with my horse.

THE BOYS. Hear, hear! Thats right. Thats fair. That does it. Now Blanco.
Own up.

BLANCO. Sheriff: you touch me home. This is a rotten world; but there is
still one thing in it that remains sacred even to the rottenest of us,
and that is a horse.

THE BOYS. Good. Well said, Blanco. Thats straight.

BLANCO. You have a right to your horse, Sheriff; and if I could put
you in the way of getting it back, I would. But if I had that horse I
shouldn't be here. As I hope to be saved, Sheriff--or rather as I hope
to be damned; for I have no taste for pious company and no talent for
playing the harp--I know no more of that horse's whereabouts than you do
yourself.

STRAPPER. Who did you trade him to?

BLANCO. I did not trade him. I got nothing for him or by him. I stand
here with a rope round my neck for the want of him. When you took me,
did I fight like a thief or run like a thief; and was there any sign of
a horse on me or near me?

STRAPPER. You were looking at a rainbow, like a damned silly fool
instead of keeping your wits about you; and we stole up on you and had
you tight before you could draw a bead on us.

THE SHERIFF. That don't sound like good sense. What would he look at a
rainbow for?

BLANCO. I'll tell you, Sheriff. I was looking at it because there was
something written on it.

SHERIFF. How do you mean written on it?

BLANCO. The words were, "Ive got the cinch on you this time, Blanco
Posnet." Yes, Sheriff, I saw those words in green on the red streak
of the rainbow; and as I saw them I felt Strapper's grab on my arm and
Squinty's on my pistol.

THE FOREMAN. He's shammin mad: thats what he is. Aint it about time to
give a verdict and have a bit of fun, Sheriff?

THE BOYS. Yes, lets have a verdict. We're wasting the whole afternoon.
Cut it short.

THE SHERIFF [making up his mind] Swear Feemy Evans, Elder. She don't
need to touch the Book. Let her say the words.

FEEMY. Worse people than me has kissed that Book. What wrong Ive done,
most of you went shares in. Ive to live, havnt I? same as the rest of
you. However, it makes no odds to me. I guess the truth is the truth and
a lie is a lie, on the Book or off it.

BABSY. Do as youre told. Who are you, to be let talk about it?

THE SHERIFF. Silence there, I tell you. Sail ahead, Elder.

ELDER DANIELS. Feemy Evans: do you swear to tell the truth and the whole
truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

FEEMY. I do, so help me--

SHERIFF. Thats enough. Now, on your oath, did you see the prisoner on my
horse this morning on the road to Pony Harbor?

FEEMY. On my oath--[Disturbance and crowding at the door].

AT THE DOOR. Now then, now then! Where are you shovin to? Whats up?
Order in court. Chuck him out. Silence. You cant come in here. Keep
back.

(Strapper rushes to the door and forces his way out.)

SHERIFF [savagely] Whats this noise? Cant you keep quiet there? Is this
a Sheriff's court or is it a saloon?

BLANCO. Dont interrupt a lady in the act of hanging a gentleman. Wheres
your manners?

FEEMY. I'll hang you, Blanco Posnet. I will. I wouldn't for fifty
dollars hadnt seen you this morning. I'll teach you to be civil to me
next time, for all I'm not good enough to kiss the Book.

BLANCO. Lord keep me wicked till I die! I'm game for anything while
youre spitting dirt at me, Feemy.

RENEWED TUMULT AT THE DOOR. Here, whats this? Fire them out. Not me. Who
are you that I should get out of your way? Oh, stow it. Well, she cant
come in. What woman? What horse? Whats the good of shoving like that?
Who says? No! you don't say!

THE SHERIFF. Gentlemen of the Vigilance Committee: clear that doorway.
Out with them in the name of the law.

STRAPPER [without] Hold hard, George. [At the door] Theyve got the
horse. [He comes in, followed by Waggoner Jo, an elderly carter, who
crosses the court to the jury side. Strapper pushes his way to the
Sheriff and speaks privately to him].

THE BOYS. What! No! Got the horse! Sheriff's horse? Who took it, then?
Where? Get out. Yes it is, sure. I tell you it is. It's the horse all
right enough. Rot. Go and look. By Gum!

THE SHERIFF [to Strapper] You don't say!

STRAPPER. It's here, I tell you.

WAGGONER JO. It's here all right enough, Sheriff.

STRAPPER. And theyve got the thief too.

ELDER DANIELS. Then it aint Blanco.

STRAPPER. No: it's a woman. [Blanco yells and covers his eyes with his
hands].

THE WHOLE CROWD. A woman!

THE SHERIFF. Well, fetch her in. [Strapper goes out. The Sheriff
continues, to Feemy] And what do you mean, you lying jade, by putting up
this story on us about Blanco?

FEEMY. I aint put up no story on you. This is a plant: you see if it
isnt.

[Strapper returns with a woman. Her expression of intense grief silences
them as they crane over one another's heads to see her. Strapper takes
her to the corner of the table. The Elder moves up to make room for
her.]

BLANCO [terrified]: that woman aint real. You take care. That woman will
make you do what you never intended. Thats the rainbow woman. Thats the
woman that brought me to this.

THE SHERIFF. Shut your mouth, will you. Youve got the horrors. [To the
woman] Now you. Who are you? and what are you doing with a horse that
doesn't belong to you?

THE WOMAN. I took it to save my child's life. I thought it would get me
to a doctor in time. It was choking with croup.

BLANCO [strangling, and trying to laugh] A little choker: thats the word
for him. His choking wasn't real: wait and see mine. [He feels his neck
with a sob].

THE SHERIFF. Where's the child?

STRAPPER. On Pug Jackson's bench in his shed. He's makin a coffin for
it.

BLANCO [with a horrible convulsion of the throat--frantically] Dead! The
little Judas kid! The child I gave my life for! [He breaks into hideous
laughter].

THE SHERIFF [jarred beyond endurance by the sound] Hold you noise! will
you? Shove his neckerchief into his mouth if he don't stop. [To the
woman] Dont you mind him, maam: he's mad with drink and devilment. I
suppose theres no fake about this, Strapper. Who found her?

WAGGONER JO. I did, Sheriff. Theres no fake about it. I came on her on
the track round by Red Mountain. She was settin on the ground with the
dead body on her lap, stupid-like. The horse was grazin on the other
side of the road.

THE SHERIFF [puzzled] Well, this is blamed queer. [To the woman] What
call had you to take the horse from Elder Daniels' stable to find a
doctor? Theres a doctor in the very next house.

BLANCO [mopping his dabbled red crest and trying to be ironically gay]
Story simply wont wash, my angel. You got it from the man that stole the
horse. He gave it to you because he was a softy and went to bits when
you played off the sick kid on him. Well, I guess that clears me. I'm
not that sort. Catch me putting my neck in a noose for anybody's kid!

THE FOREMAN. Dont you go putting her up to what to say. She said she
took it.

THE WOMAN. Yes: I took it from a man that met me. I thought God sent him
to me. I rode here joyfully thinking so all the time to myself. Then I
noticed that the child was like lead in my arms. God would never have
been so cruel as to send me the horse to disappoint me like that.

BLANCO. Just what He would do.

STRAPPER. We aint got nothin to do with that. This is the man, aint he?
[pointing to Blanco].

THE WOMAN [pulling herself together after looking scaredly at Blanco,
and then at the Sheriff and at the jury] No.

THE FOREMAN. You lie.

THE SHERIFF. Youve got to tell us the truth. Thats the law, you know.

THE WOMAN. The man looked a bad man. He cursed me; and he cursed the
child: God forgive him! But something came over him. I was desperate, I
put the child in his arms; and it got its little fingers down his neck
and called him Daddy and tried to kiss him; for it was not right in its
head with the fever. He said it was a little Judas kid, and that it was
betraying him with a kiss, and that he'd swing for it. And then he gave
me the horse, and went away crying and laughing and singing dreadful
dirty wicked words to hymn tunes like as if he had seven devils in him.

STRAPPER. She's lying. Give her the oath, George.

THE SHERIFF. Go easy there. Youre a smart boy, Strapper; but youre not
Sheriff yet. This is my job. You just wait. I submit that we're in a
difficulty here. If Blanco was the man, the lady cant, as a white woman,
give him away. She oughtnt to be put in the position of having either
to give him away or commit perjury. On the other hand, we don't want a
horse-thief to get off through a lady's delicacy.

THE FOREMAN. No we don't; and we don't intend he shall. Not while I am
foreman of this jury.

BLANCO [with intense expression] A rotten foreman! Oh, what a rotten
foreman!

THE SHERIFF. Shut up, will you. Providence shows us a way out here. Two
women saw Blanco with a horse. One has a delicacy about saying so. The
other will excuse me saying that delicacy is not her strongest holt. She
can give the necessary witness. Feemy Evans: you've taken the oath. You
saw the man that took the horse.

FEEMY. I did. And he was a low-down rotten drunken lying hound that
would go further to hurt a woman any day than to help her. And if he
ever did a good action it was because he was too drunk to know what he
was doing. So it's no harm to hang him. She said he cursed her and went
away blaspheming and singing things that were not fit for the child to
hear.

BLANCO [troubled] I didn't mean them for the child to hear, you venomous
devil.

THE SHERIFF. All thats got nothing to do with us. The question you have
to answer is, was that man Blanco Posnet?

THE WOMAN. No. I say no. I swear it. Sheriff: don't hang that man: oh
don't. You may hang me instead if you like: Ive nothing to live for now.
You darent take her word against mine. She never had a child: I can see
it in her face.

FEEMY [stung to the quick] I can hang him in spite of you, anyhow. Much
good your child is to you now, lying there on Pug Jackson's bench!

BLANCO [rushing at her with a shriek] I'll twist your heart out of you
for that. [They seize him before he can reach her].

FEEMY [mocking at him as he struggles to get at her] Ha, ha, Blanco
Posnet. You cant touch me; and I can hang you. Ha, ha! Oh, I'll do for
you. I'll twist your heart and I'll twist your neck. [He is dragged back
to the bar and leans on it, gasping and exhausted.] Give me the oath
again, Elder. I'll settle him. And do you [to the woman] take your
sickly face away from in front of me.

STRAPPER. Just turn your back on her there, will you?

THE WOMAN. God knows I don't want to see her commit murder. [She folds
her shawl over her head].

THE SHERIFF. Now, Miss Evans: cut it short. Was the prisoner the man you
saw this morning or was he not? Yes or no?

FEEMY [a little hysterically] I'll tell you fast enough. Dont think I'm
a softy.

THE SHERIFF [losing patience] Here: weve had enough of this. You tell
the truth, Feemy Evans; and let us have no more of your lip. Was the
prisoner the man or was he not? On your oath?

FEEMY. On my oath and as I'm a living woman--[flinching] Oh God! he felt
the little child's hands on his neck--I cant [bursting into a flood of
tears and scolding at the other woman] It's you with your snivelling
face that has put me off it. [Desperately] No: it wasn't him. I only
said it out of spite because he insulted me. May I be struck dead if I
ever saw him with the horse!

[Everybody draws a long breath. Dead silence.]

BLANCO [whispering at her] Softy! Cry-baby! Landed like me! Doing what
you never intended! [Taking up his hat and speaking in his ordinary
tone] I presume I may go now, Sheriff.

STRAPPER. Here, hold hard.

THE FOREMAN. Not if we know it, you don't.

THE BOYS [barring the way to the door] You stay where you are. Stop a
bit, stop a bit. Dont you be in such a hurry. Dont let him go. Not much.

[Blanco stands motionless, his eye fixed, thinking hard, and apparently
deaf to what is going on.]

THE SHERIFF [rising solemnly] Silence there. Wait a bit. I take it that
if the Sheriff is satisfied and the owner of the horse is satisfied,
theres no more to be said. I have had to remark on former occasions that
what is wrong with this court is that theres too many Sheriffs in it.
To-day there is going to be one, and only one; and that one is your
humble servant. I call that to the notice of the Foreman of the jury,
and also to the notice of young Strapper. I am also the owner of the
horse. Does any man say that I am not? [Silence]. Very well, then. In my
opinion, to commandeer a horse for the purpose of getting a dying child
to a doctor is not stealing, provided, as in the present case, that the
horse is returned safe and sound. I rule that there has been no theft.

NESTOR. That aint the law.

THE SHERIFF. I fine you a dollar for contempt of court, and will collect
it myself off you as you leave the building. And as the boys have been
disappointed of their natural sport, I shall give them a little fun by
standing outside the door and taking up a collection for the bereaved
mother of the late kid that shewed up Blanco Posnet.

THE BOYS. A collection. Oh, I say! Calls that sport? Is this a mothers'
meeting? Well, I'll be jiggered! Where does the sport come in?

THE SHERIFF [continuing] The sport comes in, my friends, not so much in
contributing as in seeing others fork out. Thus each contributes to the
general enjoyment; and all contribute to his. Blanco Posnet: you go free
under the protection of the Vigilance Committee for just long enough to
get you out of this town, which is not a healthy place for you. As you
are in a hurry, I'll sell you the horse at a reasonable figure. Now,
boys, let nobody go out till I get to the door. The court is adjourned.
[He goes out].

STRAPPER [to Feemy, as he goes to the door] I'm done with you. Do you
hear? I'm done with you. [He goes out sulkily].

FEEMY [calling after him] As if I cared about a stingy brat like you! Go
back to the freckled maypole you left for me: you've been fretting for
her long enough.

THE FOREMAN [To Blanco, on his way out] A man like you makes me sick.
Just sick. [Blanco makes no sign. The Foreman spits disgustedly, and
follows Strapper out. The Jurymen leave the box, except Nestor, who
collapses in a drunken sleep].

BLANCO [Suddenly rushing from the bar to the table and jumping up on
it] Boys, I'm going to preach you a sermon on the moral of this day's
proceedings.

THE BOYS [crowding round him] Yes: lets have a sermon. Go ahead, Blanco.
Silence for Elder Blanco. Tune the organ. Let us pray.

NESTOR [staggering out of his sleep] Never hold up your head in this
town again. I'm done with you.

BLANCO [pointing inexorably to Nestor] Drunk in church. Disturbing the
preacher. Hand him out.

THE BOYS [chivying Nestor out] Now, Nestor, outside. Outside, Nestor.
Out you go. Get your subscription ready for the Sheriff. Skiddoo,
Nestor.

NESTOR. Afraid to be hanged! Afraid to be hanged! [At the door] Coward!
[He is thrown out].

BLANCO. Dearly beloved brethren--

A BOY. Same to you, Blanco. [Laughter].

BLANCO. And many of them. Boys: this is a rotten world.

ANOTHER BOY. Lord have mercy on us, miserable sinners. [More laughter].

BLANCO [Forcibly] No: thats where youre wrong. Dont flatter yourselves
that youre miserable sinners. Am I a miserable sinner? No: I'm a fraud
and a failure. I started in to be a bad man like the rest of you. You
all started in to be bad men or you wouldn't be in this jumped-up,
jerked-off, hospital-turned-out camp that calls itself a town. I took
the broad path because I thought I was a man and not a snivelling
canting turning-the-other-cheek apprentice angel serving his time in a
vale of tears. They talked Christianity to us on Sundays; but when they
really meant business they told us never to take a blow without giving
it back, and to get dollars. When they talked the golden rule to me,
I just looked at them as if they werent there, and spat. But when they
told me to try to live my life so that I could always look my fellowman
straight in the eye and tell him to go to hell, that fetched me.

THE BOYS. Quite right. Good. Bully for you, Blanco, old son. Right good
sense too. Aha-a-ah!

BLANCO. Yes; but whats come of it all? Am I a real bad man? a man of
game and grit? a man that does what he likes and goes over or through
other people to his own gain? or am I a snivelling cry-baby that let a
horse his life depended on be took from him by a woman, and then sat on
the grass looking at the rainbow and let himself be took like a hare in
a trap by Strapper Kemp: a lad whose back I or any grown man here could
break against his knee? I'm a rottener fraud and failure than the Elder
here. And youre all as rotten as me, or youd have lynched me.

A BOY. Anything to oblige you, Blanco.

ANOTHER. We can do it yet if you feel really bad about it.

BLANCO. No: the devil's gone out of you. We're all frauds. Theres none
of us real good and none of us real bad.

ELDER DANIELS. There is One above, Blanco.

BLANCO. What do you know about Him? you that always talk as if He never
did anything without asking your rotten leave first? Why did the child
die? Tell me that if you can. He cant have wanted to kill the child. Why
did He make me go soft on the child if He was going hard on it Himself?
Why should He go hard on the innocent kid and go soft on a rotten thing
like me? Why did I go soft myself? Why did the Sheriff go soft? Why did
Feemy go soft? Whats this game that upsets our game? For seems to me
theres two games bein played. Our game is a rotten game that makes me
feel I'm dirt and that youre all as rotten dirt as me. T'other game
may be a silly game; but it aint rotten. When the Sheriff played it he
stopped being rotten. When Feemy played it the paint nearly dropped off
her face. When I played it I cursed myself for a fool; but I lost the
rotten feel all the same.

ELDER DANIELS. It was the Lord speaking to your soul, Blanco.

BLANCO. Oh yes: you know all about the Lord, don't you? Youre in the
Lord's confidence. He wouldn't for the world do anything to shock you,
would He, Boozy dear? Yah! What about the croup? It was early days when
He made the croup, I guess. It was the best He could think of then; but
when it turned out wrong on His hands He made you and me to fight the
croup for him. You bet He didn't make us for nothing; and He wouldn't
have made us at all if He could have done His work without us. By
Gum, that must be what we're for! He'd never have made us to be rotten
drunken blackguards like me, and good-for-nothing rips like Feemy. He
made me because He had a job for me. He let me run loose til the job was
ready; and then I had to come along and do it, hanging or no hanging.
And I tell you it didn't feel rotten: it felt bully, just bully. Anyhow,
I got the rotten feel off me for a minute of my life; and I'll go
through fire to get it off me again. Look here! which of you will marry
Feemy Evans?

THE BOYS [uproariously] Who speaks first? Who'll marry Feemy? Come
along, Jack. Nows your chance, Peter. Pass along a husband for Feemy. Oh
my! Feemy!

FEEMY [shortly] Keep your tongue off me, will you?

BLANCO. Feemy was a rose of the broad path, wasn't she? You all thought
her the champion bad woman of this district. Well, she's a failure as a
bad woman; and I'm a failure as a bad man. So let Brother Daniels marry
us to keep all the rottenness in the family. What do you say, Feemy?

FEEMY. Thank you; but when I marry I'll marry a man that could do a
decent action without surprising himself out of his senses. Youre like a
child with a new toy: you and your bit of human kindness!

THE WOMAN. How many would have done it with their life at stake?

FEEMY. Oh well, if youre so much taken with him, marry him yourself.
Youd be what people call a good wife to him, wouldn't you?

THE WOMAN. I was a good wife to the child's father. I don't think any
woman wants to be a good wife twice in her life. I want somebody to be a
good husband to me now.

BLANCO. Any offer, gentlemen, on that understanding? [The boys shake
their heads]. Oh, it's a rotten game, our game. Here's a real good
woman; and she's had enough of it, finding that it only led to being put
upon.

HANNAH. Well, if there was nothing wrong in the world there wouldn't be
anything left for us to do, would there?

ELDER DANIELS. Be of good cheer, brothers. Fight on. Seek the path.

BLANCO. No. No more paths. No more broad and narrow. No more good and
bad. Theres no good and bad; but by Jiminy, gents, theres a rotten game,
and theres a great game. I played the rotten game; but the great game
was played on me; and now I'm for the great game every time. Amen.
Gentlemen: let us adjourn to the saloon. I stand the drinks. [He jumps
down from the table].

THE BOYS. Right you are, Blanco. Drinks round. Come along, boys.
Blanco's standing. Right along to the Elder's. Hurrah! [They rush out,
dragging the Elder with them].

BLANCO [to Feemy, offering his hand] Shake, Feemy.

FEEMY. Get along, you blackguard.

BLANCO. It's come over me again, same as when the kid touched me. Shake,
Feemy.

FEEMY. Oh well, here. [They shake hands].





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