By Oscar Wilde
"Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone"
What happens when two pretty girls both fall in love with men they believe to be called Ernest? Will they learn that a rose by any other name still smells as sweet?
A well-manicured comedy of handbags, button-holes and flying coat-tails.
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The Mail on Sunday
"Irina Brown's deliciously entertaining, perfectly pitched revival of Wilde's best play...Herbert gives one of the performances of the evening...yet Lucy Briggs Owen can match her as a Cecily..."
The Daily Telegraph
"This delightful production persuades us to see and hear the play afresh...everyword and every familiar phrase sounds new-minted, as fresh as a rose garden after rain"
