Algy! Can't you recollect what our father's Christian name was?
Algernon.
My dear boy, we were never even on speaking terms.
He died before I was a year old.
Jack.
His name would appear in the Army Lists of the period, I suppose, Aunt Augusta?
Lady Bracknell.
The General was essentially a man of peace, except in his domestic life.
But I have no doubt his name would appear in any military directory.
Jack.
The Army Lists of the last forty years are here.
These delightful records should have been my constant study. [Rushes to bookcase and tears the books out.] M. Generals...
Mallam, Maxbohm, Magley, what ghastly names they have - Markby, Migsby, Mobbs, Moncrieff!
Lieutenant 1840, Captain, Lieutenant-Colonel, Colonel, General 1869, Christian names, Ernest John. [Puts book very quietly down and speaks quite calmly.] I always told you, Gwendolen, my name was Ernest, didn't I?
Well, it is Ernest after all.
I mean it naturally is Ernest.
Lady Bracknell.
Yes, I remember now that the General was called Ernest, I knew I had some particular reason for disliking the name.
Gwendolen.
Ernest!
My own Ernest!
I felt from the first that you could have no other name!
Jack.
Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth.
Can you forgive me?
Gwendolen.
I can.
For I feel that you are sure to change.
Jack.
My own one!
Chasuble. [To Miss Prism.] Laetitia! [Embraces her]
Miss Prism. [Enthusiastically.] Frederick!
At last!
Algernon.
Cecily! [Embraces her.] At last!
Jack.
Gwendolen! [Embraces her.] At last!
Lady Bracknell.
My nephew, you seem to be displaying signs of triviality.
Jack.
On the contrary, Aunt Augusta, I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.
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