Votes for Women: A Play in Three Acts
By Elizabeth Robins and Mint Editions
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Votes for Women! (1907) is a play by American actress, writer, and suffragette Elizabeth Robins. Having established herself as one of England’s leading actresses with her productions of Henrik Ibsen’s dramas, Robins retired from the stage to pursue a writing career. Votes for Women!, inspired by Robins’ own activism as a suffragette, was the first major play to represent the movement on stage. Despite its lukewarm reception and controversial subject matter, Robins’ work would inspire countless other so-called suffragette plays, not only making space in the male-dominated theatrical world for plays written by, for, and about women, but also reclaiming the political influence of the dramatic arts in order to promote a contemporary social struggle.
The play opens in the opulent Wynnstay House, a country home in Hertforshire owned by Lady and Lord John Wynnstay. There, Vida Levering, a militant activist for women’s suffrage, prepares to leave for a rally in Trafalgar Square. Defending her political beliefs and motivations against the skepticism and conservative values of her hosts, Miss Levering stays true to her values and leaves for London with a renewed sense of purpose. At the crowded demonstration held at one of London’s most iconic sites, a symbol of state power and military might, Miss Levering works up the courage to address the gathered people. Initially nervous, she overcomes hecklers and her own fears to deliver a rousing speech in support of women’s suffrage, powerfully demonstrating the determination necessary to resist the powers that be in order to achieve what must and will be done. Votes for Women! is a captivating work of political theater from one of the leading actresses and dramatists of the early twentieth century.
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Elizabeth Robins
Elizabeth Robins (1862-1952) was an American actress, playwright, scholar, and suffragette. Born in Kentucky, Robins was raised by her grandmother in Ohio following her father’s abandonment and mother’s subsequent commitment to an insane asylum. Educated and encouraged in her interest in the dramatic arts, she began a successful career as an actress in Boston before moving to London after the tragic suicide of her husband, George Parks. In England, she renewed her acting career, befriending such figures as Oscar Wilde and George Bernard Shaw while playing an influential role in bringing Henrik Ibsen’s plays to the English stage. At the height of her career, she produced Ibsen’s Hedda Gabler for the first time in England, playing the title character and establishing herself as one of the foremost performers and theater scholars of her day. After retiring from the stage in 1902, Robins embarked on a career as a writer of novels, stories, and plays, authoring successful works of fiction and nonfiction alike. As the women’s suffrage movement gathered steam, she joined the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies and the Women’s Social and Political Union and advocated for women’s rights through both public activism and such literary works as Votes for Women! (1907).
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Votes for Women - Elizabeth Robins
Act I
HALL OF WYNNSTAY HOUSE
Twelve o’clock, Sunday morning, end of June. Action takes place between twelve and six same day. With the rising of the Curtain, enter the BUTLER. As he is going, with majestic port, to answer the door L., enter briskly from the garden, by lower French window, LADY JOHN WYNNSTAY, flushed, and flapping a garden hat to fan herself. She is a pink-cheeked woman of fifty-four, who has plainly been a beauty, keeps her complexion, but is gone to fat.
LADY JOHN: Has Miss Levering come down yet?
BUTLER (pausing C.): I haven’t seen her, m’lady.
LADY JOHN (almost sharply as BUTLER turns L.): I won’t have her disturbed if she’s resting. (To herself as she goes to writing-table) She certainly needs it.
BUTLER: Yes, m’lady.
LADY JOHN (sitting at writing-table, her back to front door): But I want her to know the moment she comes down that the new plans arrived by the morning post.
BUTLER (pausing nearly at the door): Plans, m’la—
LADY JOHN: She’ll understand. There they are. (Glancing at the clock) It’s very important she should have them in time to look over before she goes—
(BUTLER opens the door L.)
(Over her shoulder) Is that Miss Levering?
BUTLER: No, m’lady. Mr. Farnborough.
(Exit BUTLER)
(Enter the HON. R. FARNBOROUGH. He is twenty-six; reddish hair, high-coloured, sanguine, self-important)
FARNBOROUGH: I’m afraid I’m scandalously early. It didn’t take me nearly as long to motor over as Lord John said.
LADY JOHN (shaking hands): I’m afraid my husband is no authority on motoring—and he’s not home yet from church.
FARN.: It’s the greatest luck finding you. I thought Miss Levering was the only person under this roof who was ever allowed to observe Sunday as a real Day of Rest.
LADY JOHN: If you’ve come to see Miss Levering—
FARN.: Is she here? I give you my word I didn’t know it.
LADY JOHN (unconvinced): Oh?
FARN.: Does she come every week-end?
LADY JOHN: Whenever we can get her to. But we’ve only known her a couple of months.
FARN.: And I have only known her three weeks! Lady John, I’ve come to ask you to help me.
LADY JOHN (quickly): With Miss Levering? I can’t do it!
FARN.: No, no—all that’s no good. She only laughs.
LADY JOHN (relieved): Ah!—she looks upon you as a boy.
FARN. (firing up): Such rot! What do you think she said to me in London the other day?
LADY JOHN: That she was four years older than you?
FARN.: Oh, I knew that. No. She said she knew she was all the charming things I’d been saying, but there was only one way to prove it—and that was to marry some one young enough to be her son. She’d noticed that was what the most attractive women did—and she named names.
LADY JOHN (laughing): You were too old!
FARN. (nods): Her future husband, she said, was probably just entering Eton.
LADY JOHN: Just like her!
FARN. (waving the subject away): No. I wanted to see you about the Secretaryship.
LADY JOHN: You didn’t get it, then?
FARN.: No. It’s the grief of my life.
LADY JOHN: Oh, if you don’t get one you’ll get another.
FARN.: But there is only one.
LADY JOHN: Only one vacancy?
FARN.: Only one man I’d give my ears to work for.
LADY JOHN (smiling): I remember.
FARN. (quickly): Do I always talk about Stonor? Well, it’s a habit people have got into.
LADY JOHN: I forget, do you know Mr. Stonor personally, or (smiling) are you just dazzled from afar?
FARN.: Oh, I know him. The trouble is he doesn’t know me. If he did he’d realise he can’t be sure of winning his election without my valuable services.
LADY JOHN: Geoffrey Stonor’s re-election is always a foregone conclusion.
FARN.: That the great man shares that opinion is precisely his weak point. (Smiling) His only one.
LADY JOHN: You think because the Liberals swept the country the last time—
FARN.: How can we be sure any Conservative seat is safe after—
(As LADY JOHN smiles and turns to her papers)
Forgive me, I know you’re not interested in politics qua politics. But this concerns Geoffrey Stonor.
LADY JOHN: And you count on my being interested in him like all the rest of my sex.
FARN. (leans forward): Lady John, I’ve heard the news.
LADY JOHN: What news?
FARN.: That your little niece—the Scotch heiress—is going to become Mrs. Geoffrey Stonor.
LADY JOHN: Who told you that?
FARN.: Please don’t mind my knowing.
LADY JOHN (visibly perturbed): She had set her heart upon having a few days with just her family in the secret, before the flood of congratulations breaks loose.
FARN.: Oh, that’s all right. I always hear things before other people.
LADY JOHN: Well, I must ask you to be good enough to be very circumspect. I wouldn’t have my niece think that I—
FARN.: Oh, of course not.
LADY JOHN: She will be here in an hour.
FARN. (jumping up delighted): What? To-day? The future Mrs. Stonor!
LADY JOHN (harassed): Yes. Unfortunately we had one or two people already asked for the week-end—
FARN.: And I go and invite myself to luncheon! Lady John, you can buy me off. I’ll promise to remove myself in five minutes if you’ll—
LADY JOHN: No, the penalty is you shall stay and keep the others amused between church and luncheon, and so leave me free. (Takes up the plan) Only remember—
FARN.: Wild horses won’t get a hint out of me! I only mentioned it to you because—since we’ve come back to live in this part of the world you’ve been so awfully kind—I thought, I hoped maybe you—you’d put in a word for me.
LADY JOHN: With—?
FARN.: With your nephew that is to be. Though I’m not the slavish satellite people make out, you can’t doubt—
LADY JOHN: Oh, I don’t doubt. But you know Mr. Stonor inspires a similar enthusiasm in a good many young—
FARN.: They haven’t studied the situation as I have. They don’t know what’s at stake. They don’t go to that hole Dutfield as I did just to hear his Friday speech.
LADY JOHN: Ah! But you were rewarded. Jean—my niece—wrote me it was glorious.
FARN. (judicially): Well, you know, I was disappointed. He’s too content just to criticise, just to make his delicate pungent fun of the men who are grappling—very inadequately, of course—still grappling with the big questions. There’s a carrying power (gets up and faces an imaginary audience)—some of Stonor’s friends ought to point it out—there’s a driving power in the poorest constructive policy that makes the most brilliant criticism look barren.
LADY JOHN (with good-humoured malice): Who told you that?
FARN.: You think there’s nothing in it because I say it. But now that he’s coming into the family, Lord John or somebody really ought to point out—Stonor’s overdoing his rôle of magnificent security!
LADY JOHN: I don’t see even Lord John offering to instruct Mr. Stonor.
FARN.: Believe me, that’s just Stonor’s danger! Nobody saying a word, everybody hoping he’s on the point of adopting some definite line, something strong and original that’s going to fire the public imagination and bring the Tories back into power.
LADY JOHN: So he will.
FARN. (hotly): Not if he disappoints meetings—goes calmly up to town—and leaves the field to the Liberals.
LADY JOHN: When did he do anything like that?
FARN.: Yesterday! (With a harassed air) And now that he’s got this other preoccupation—
LADY JOHN: You mean—
FARN.: Yes, your niece—that spoilt child of Fortune. Of course! (Stopping suddenly) She kept him from the meeting last night. Well! (sits down) if that’s the effect she’s going to have it’s pretty serious!
LADY JOHN (smiling): You are!
FARN.: I can assure you the election agent’s more so. He’s simply tearing his hair.
LADY JOHN (more gravely and coming nearer): How do you know?
FARN.: He told me so himself—yesterday. I scraped acquaintance with the agent just to see if—if—
LADY JOHN: It’s not only here that you manoeuvre for that Secretaryship!
FARN. (confidentially): You can never tell when your chance might come! That election chap’s promised to keep me posted.
(The door flies open and JEAN DUNBARTON