Play on Words

full length · satire

The Inspector-General

21 roles (17M / 4F) · approx 146–201 minutes · 5 acts

Royalty-free Public domain — free to read, perform, and adapt. No licence needed.

Characters

Khlestakov lead 234 speeches
Governor lead 171 speeches
Anna supporting 87 speeches
Artemy supporting 48 speeches
Osip supporting 46 speeches
Ammos minor 43 speeches
Marya minor 43 speeches
Postmaster minor 40 speeches
Dobchinsky minor 38 speeches
Bobchinsky minor 37 speeches
Servant minor 25 speeches
Luka minor 21 speeches
Merchants minor 12 speeches
Korobkin minor 11 speeches
Mishka minor 9 speeches
Captain minor 7 speeches
Widow minor 6 speeches
All minor 5 speeches
Judge minor 5 speeches
Svistunov minor 4 speeches
Postilion minor 4 speeches
Korobkin'S Wife minor 4 speeches
Luka Lukich minor 3 speeches

Read the play

The same and Anna Andreyevna.

Anna. [seeing Khlestakov on his knees] Oh, what a situation!

Khlestakov. [rising] Oh, the devil!

Anna. [to Marya] What does this mean? What does this behavior mean?

Marya. I, mother--

Anna. Go away from here. Do you hear? And don't you dare to show your face to me. [Marya goes out in tears.] Excuse me. I must say I'm greatly astonished.

Khlestakov. [aside] She's very appetizing, too. She's not bad-looking, either. [Flings himself on his knees.] Madam, you see I am burning with love.

Anna. What! You on your knees? Please get up, please get up. This floor isn't very clean.

Khlestakov. No, I must be on my knees before you. I must. Pronounce the verdict. Is it life or death?

Anna. But please--I don't quite understand the significance of your words. If I am not mistaken, you are making a proposal for my daughter.

Khlestakov. No, I am in love with you. My life hangs by a thread. If you don't crown my steadfast love, then I am not fit to exist in this world. With a burning flame in my bosom, I pray for your hand.

Anna. But please remember I am in a certain way--married.

Khlestakov. That's nothing. Love knows no distinction. It was Karamzin who said: "The laws condemn." We will fly in the shadow of a brook. Your hand! I pray for your hand!

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