The Necklace (SCRIPTED)

My first make-up script

Author's Note:
I really don't own the story,The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant.
This script was only a summary of Guy de Maupassant's story.
I made this script for others to have a better understanding of the story in a scripted
way.

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Scene 1
Narrator: Good morning to everyone, our group will present a role play entitled, "The Necklace".
Once, a girl was born in a certain family of artisans. . . .

. . . and was wedded to a little clerk of the Ministry of Education, Monsieur Loisel. Now, she suffered endlessly in poverty.

(Madame Mathilde enters. She sits down and looks around. Grimaces and murmurs to herself)

Mathilde: Ugh! I hate this life. Living in a poor house with its mean walls, worn chairs, and ugly curtains! What I really want is to be a bon vivant, to live in an elegant house, with chambers heavy oriented tapestries, vast saloons hung with antique silk and exquisite pieces of furniture. I want to escape poverty! (sighs)

(Curtains close)

Scene 2
Narrator: That night Madame Mathilde and her husband sat down for dinner at the table covered with three-days-old cloth, opposite her husband.

(Curtains open)

(Monsieur Loisel and Madame Mathilde enter. They sit down to eat. A servant delivers a tray with two pieces of soup-tureen. Monsieur Loisel takes the cover off the soup-tureen.)

Monsieur Loisel: Aha! Scoth broth! What could be better?

(He ladles some soup to his bowl. He takes a spoonful) Hmmm... it's delicious!
(He notices Mathilde who was not eating her soup)What's the matter, my dear?

Mathilde: (She scrunches her nose, and then pushes the bowl away.) I'm not hungry.

(She stands up.) I'm still imagining of the delicate meals in gleaming silver that I want to dream for today's dinner. But this is what we've got?

Monsieur Loisel: But this soup tastes bet---

Mathilde: Hmph!Just eat it alone!

(Madame Mathilde exits. Monsieur Loisel shrugs his shoulders.)

(Curtains close)