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Play script adapted by Aurand Harris from the play by Oliver Goldsmith. This is the celebrated play that restored "laughing comedy" to the English stage. Cast of 6 men, 3 women, servants. 18th Century costumes. A single set.Kate "stoops" to pretending that she is a country servant, and so wins her city lover. The fun of this good-humored play lies in the contrast of country and city manners, farcical intrigues and mistaken identities. It is as true today as when Dr. Samuel Johnson wrote of this play in 1773, "I know no comedy that has so much exhilarated an audience, that has answered so much the great end of comedy, making an audience laugh."

A Act by Oliver Goldsmith. MRS. HARDCASTLE. I vow, Mr. Hardcastle, you're very particular. Is there a creature in the whole country but ourselves, that does not take a trip to town now and then, to rub off the rust a little? There's the two Miss Hoggs, and our neighbour Mrs. Grigsby, go to take a month's polishing every winter. HARDCASTLE. Ay, and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home! In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come down not only as inside passengers, but in the very basket. MRS. HARDCASTLE. Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery.