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This ebook contains all of Oscar Wilde's plays (including the fragments), his only novel, his fairy tales and short stories, the poems, all of his essays, lectures, reviews, and other newspaper articles, based on the 1909 edition of his works.
For easier navigation, there are tables of contents for each section and one for the whole volume. At the end of each text there are links bringing you back to the respective contents tables. I have also added an alphabetical index for the poems and a combined one for all the essays, lectures, articles, and reviews.
Contents:
THE PLAYS.
Vera or the Nihilists, The Duchess of Padua, Lady Windermere's Fan, A Woman of No Importance, An Ideal Husband, The Importance of Being Earnest, Salomé (the French original and Bosie's translation, and the fragments of La Sainte Courtisane and A Florentine Tragedy.
THE NOVEL.
The Picture of Dorian Gray.
THE STORIES.
All the stories and tales from The Happy Prince and Other Tales, Lord Arthur Savile's Crime and Other Stories (incl. The Portrait of Mr. W.H.), and A House of Pomegranates.
THE POEMS.
The Collected Poems of O.W.
THE ESSAYS etc.
The four essays from 'Intentions', The Soul of Man under Socialism, De Profundis (the unabridged version!), The Rise of Historical Criticism, the lectures (The English Renaissance in Art, House Decoration, Art and the Handicraftsman, Lecture to Art Students)

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I fear we may not see you here again,

And that fear saddens my too simple heart.

guido

Be not afraid, Simone. I will stand

Most constant in my friendship. But to-night

I go to mine own home, and that at once.

To-morrow, sweet Bianca.

simone

Well, well, so be it.

I would have wished for fuller converse with you,

My new friend, my honourable guest,

But that it seems may not be.

And besides

I do not doubt your father waits for you,

Wearying for voice or footstep. You, I think,

Are his one child? He has no other child.

You are the gracious pillar of his house,

The flower of a garden full of weeds.

Your father’s nephews do not love him well

·173· So run folks’ tongues in Florence. I meant but that.

Men say they envy your inheritance

And look upon your vineyards with fierce eyes

As Ahab looked on Naboth’s goodly field.

But that is but the chatter of a town

Where women talk too much.

Good-night, my lord.

Fetch a pine torch, Bianca. The old staircase

Is full of pitfalls, and the churlish moon

Grows, like a miser, niggard of her beams,

And hides her face behind a muslin mask

As harlots do when they go forth to snare

Some wretched soul in sin. Now, I will get

Your cloak and sword. Nay, pardon, my good Lord,

It is but meet that I should wait on you

Who have so honoured my poor burgher’s house,

Drunk of my wine, and broken bread, and made

Yourself a sweet familiar. Oftentimes

My wife and I will talk of this fair night

And its great issues.

·174· Why, what a sword is this.

Ferrara’s temper, pliant as a snake,

And deadlier, I doubt not. With such steel,

One need fear nothing in the moil of life.

I never touched so delicate a blade.

I have a sword too, somewhat rusted now.

We men of peace are taught humility,

And to bear many burdens on our backs,

And not to murmur at an unjust world,

And to endure unjust indignities.

We are taught that, and like the patient Jew

Find profit in our pain.

Yet I remember

How once upon the road to Padua

A robber sought to take my pack-horse from me,

I slit his throat and left him. I can bear

Dishonour, public insult, many shames,

Shrill scorn, and open contumely, but he

Who filches from me something that is mine,

Ay! though it be the meanest trencher-plate

From which I feed mine appetite—oh! he

Perils his soul and body in the theft

·175· And dies for his small sin. From what strange clay

We men are moulded!

guido

Why do you speak like this?

simone

I wonder, my Lord Guido, if my sword

Is better tempered than this steel of yours?

Shall we make trial? Or is my state too low

For you to cross your rapier against mine,

In jest, or earnest?

guido

Naught would please me better

Than to stand fronting you with naked blade

In jest, or earnest. Give me mine own sword.

Fetch yours. To-night will settle the great issue

Whether the Prince’s or the merchant’s steel

Is better tempered. Was not that your word?

Fetch your own sword. Why do you tarry, sir?

·176· simone

My lord, of all the gracious courtesies

That you have showered on my barren house

This is the highest.

Bianca, fetch my sword.

Thrust back that stool and table. We must have

An open circle for our match at arms,

And good Bianca here shall hold the torch

Lest what is but a jest grow serious.

bianca

[ to Guido ]. Oh! kill him, kill him!

simone

Hold the torch, Bianca. [ They begin to fight .]

simone

Have at you! Ah! Ha! would you?

[ He is wounded by Guido .]

A scratch, no more. The torch was in mine eyes.

Do not look sad, Bianca. It is nothing.

Your husband bleeds, ’tis nothing. Take a cloth,

·177· Bind it about mine arm. Nay, not so tight.

More softly, my good wife. And be not sad,

I pray you be not sad. No; take it off.

What matter if I bleed? [ Tears bandage off .]

Again! again!

[ Simone disarms Guido ]

My gentle Lord, you see that I was right

My sword is better tempered, finer steel,

But let us match our daggers.

bianca

[ to Guido ] Kill him! kill him!

simone

Put out the torch, Bianca. [ Bianca puts out torch .]

Now, my good Lord,

Now to the death of one, or both of us,

Or all three it may be. [ They fight .]

There and there.

Ah, devil! do I hold thee in my grip?

[ Simone overpowers Guido and throws him down over table .]

·178· guido

Fool! take your strangling fingers from my throat.

I am my father’s only son; the State

Has but one heir, and that false enemy France

Waits for the ending of my father’s line

To fall upon our city.

simone

Hush! your father

When he is childless will be happier.

As for the State, I think our state of Florence

Needs no adulterous pilot at its helm.

Your life would soil its lilies.

guido

Take off your hands

Take off your damnèd hands. Loose me, I say!

simone

Nay, you are caught in such a cunning vice

That nothing will avail you, and your life

Narrowed into a single point of shame

Ends with that shame and ends most shamefully.

·179· guido

Oh! let me have a priest before I die!

simone

What wouldst thou have a priest for? Tell thy sins

To God, whom thou shalt see this very night

And then no more for ever. Tell thy sins

To Him who is most just, being pitiless,

Most pitiful being just. As for myself …

guido

Oh! help me, sweet Bianca! help me, Bianca,

Thou knowest I am innocent of harm.

simone

What, is there life yet in those lying lips?

Die like a dog with lolling tongue! Die! Die!

And the dumb river shall receive your corse

And wash it all unheeded to the sea.

guido

Lord Christ receive my wretched soul to-night!

·180· simone

Amen to that. Now for the other.

[ He dies. Simone rises and looks at Bianca. She comes towards him as one dazed with wonder and with outstretched arms .]

bianca

Why

Did you not tell me you were so strong?

simone

Why

Did you not tell me you were beautiful?

[ He kisses her on the mouth .]

Curtain

NOVEL.

The Picture

of

Dorian Gray.

by

Oscar Wilde

Lippincott’s Monthly Magazine,

London: Ward, Lock & Co., Salisbury Square, E.C.

Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Company.

July 1890

[The text follows the

magazine release.]

contents.

I. II. III. IV. V.

VI. VII. VIII. IX.

X. XI. XII. XIII.

·3· Chapter I.

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as usual, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-colored blossoms of the laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid jade-faced painters who, in an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the black-crocketed spires of the early June hollyhocks, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive, and the dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

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