Guinness
Looking up at the house. It’s Mr. Hushabye turning on all the lights in the house and tearing down the curtains. |
| Randall |
Rushing in in his pyjamas, distractedly waving a flute. Ariadne, my soul, my precious, go down to the cellars: I beg and implore you, go down to the cellars! |
| Lady Utterword |
Quite composed in her hammock. The governor’s wife in the cellars with the servants! Really, Randall! |
| Randall |
But what shall I do if you are killed? |
| Lady Utterword |
You will probably be killed, too, Randall. Now play your flute to show that you are not afraid; and be good. Play us “Keep the home fires burning.” |
| Nurse Guinness |
Grimly. They’ll keep the home fires burning for us: them up there. |
| Randall |
Having tried to play. My lips are trembling. I can’t get a sound. |
| Mazzini |
I hope poor Mangan is safe. |
| Mrs. Hushabye |
He is hiding in the cave in the gravel pit. |
| Captain Shotover |
My dynamite drew him there. It is the hand of God. |
| Hector |
Returning from the house and striding across to his former place. There is not half light enough. We should be blazing to the skies. |
| Ellie |
Tense with excitement. Set fire to the house, Marcus. |
| Mrs. Hushabye |
My house! No. |
| Hector |
I thought of that; but it would not be ready in time. |
| Captain Shotover |
The judgment has come. Courage will not save you; but it will show that your souls are still alive. |
| Mrs. Hushabye |
Sh—sh! Listen: do you hear it now? It’s magnificent. |
|
They all turn away from the house and look up, listening. |
| Hector |
Gravely. Miss Dunn, you can do no good here. We of this house are only moths flying into the candle. You had better go down to the cellar. |
| Ellie |
Scornfully. I don’t think. |
| Mazzini |
Ellie, dear, there is no disgrace in going to the cellar. An officer would order his soldiers to take cover. Mr. Hushabye is behaving like an amateur. Mangan and the burglar are acting very sensibly; and it is they who will survive. |
| Ellie |
Let them. I shall behave like an amateur. But why should you run any risk? |
| Mazzini |
Think of the risk those poor fellows up there are running! |
| Nurse Guinness |
Think of them, indeed, the murdering blackguards! What next? |
|
A terrific explosion shakes the earth. They reel back into their seats, or clutch the nearest support. They hear the falling of the shattered glass from the windows. |
| Mazzini |
Is anyone hurt? |
| Hector |
Where did it fall? |
| Nurse Guinness |
In hideous triumph. Right in the gravel pit: I seen it. Serve un right! I seen it. She runs away towards the gravel pit, laughing harshly. |
| Hector |
One husband gone. |
| Captain Shotover |
Thirty pounds of good dynamite wasted. |
| Mazzini |
Oh, poor Mangan! |
| Hector |
Are you immortal that you need pity him? Our turn next. |
|
They wait in silence and intense expectation. Hesione and Ellie hold each other’s hand tight. |
|
A distant explosion is heard. |
| Mrs. Hushabye |
Relaxing her grip. Oh! they have passed us. |
| Lady Utterword |
The danger is over, Randall. Go to bed. |
| Captain Shotover |
Turn in, all hands. The ship is safe. He sits down and goes asleep. |
| Ellie |
Disappointedly. Safe! |
| Hector |
Disgustedly. Yes, safe. And how damnably dull the world has become again suddenly! He sits down. |
| Mazzini |
Sitting down. I was quite wrong, after all. It is we who have survived; and Mangan and the burglar— |
| Hector |
—the two burglars— |
| Lady Utterword |
—the two practical men of business— |
| Mazzini |
—both gone. And the poor clergyman will have to get a new house. |
| Mrs. Hushabye |
But what a glorious experience! I hope they’ll come again tomorrow night. |
| Ellie |
Radiant at the prospect. Oh, I hope so. |
|
Randall at last succeeds in keeping the home fires burning on his flute. |
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