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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Wappin' Wharf, by Charles S. Brooks
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+
+Title: Wappin' Wharf
+       A Frightful Comedy of Pirates
+
+Author: Charles S. Brooks
+
+Illustrator: Julia McCune Flory
+
+Other: Gordon Hatfield
+
+Release Date: March 25, 2008 [EBook #24914]
+
+Language: English
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+
+<div class="notes">
+<p><i>Transcriber's Note:</i> The dialogue in the play uses spaced contractions
+such as "I 've." Normal contractions are used in the non-dialogue parts
+of this book, such as the preface and stage directions.</p>
+
+<p>Midi, PDF, and MusicXML files have been provided for the songs
+in this e-book. To hear a song, click on the [Listen] link. To view
+a song in sheet-music form, click on the [PDF] link. To view MusicXML
+code for a song, click on the [MusicXML] link.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><br /></p>
+
+
+<div class="bbox">
+<h1>Wappin&#8217; Wharf</h1>
+
+<h2>A Frightful Comedy of Pirates</h2>
+
+
+<h3>
+<i>By</i><br />
+CHARLES S. BROOKS
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+<i>with pictures by</i><br />
+JULIA McCUNE FLORY
+</h3>
+
+<h3>
+<i>music by</i><br />
+GORDON HATFIELD
+</h3>
+
+<hr class="sh" />
+
+<p class="center">
+<b><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1922</span><br />
+<i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc.</span></b>
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/logo.png" width="86" height="96" alt="logo" title="logo" />
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<i>Special Edition</i><br />
+<i>Imprinted for</i><br />
+<b>WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY<br />
+PUBLISHERS&mdash;BOSTON</b><br /><br />
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="sm">
+<p class="center">
+WAPPIN' WHARF<br />
+<i>All Rights Reserved</i>
+</p>
+
+<p>Especial notice should be taken that the possession of this book
+without a valid contract for production first having been obtained
+from the publisher, confers no right or license to professionals or
+amateurs to produce the play publicly or in private for gain or
+charity.</p>
+
+<p>In its present form this play is dedicated to the reading public only,
+and no performance, representation, production, recitation, or public
+reading, or radio broadcasting may be given except by special
+arrangement with Walter H. Baker Company, 41 Winter Street, Boston,
+Mass., or Playhouse Plays, 14 East 38th Street, New York City.</p>
+
+<p>This play may be presented by amateurs upon payment of a royalty of
+Twenty-five Dollars for each performance, payable to Walter H. Baker
+Company, 41 Winter Street, Boston, Mass., or Playhouse Plays, 14 East
+38th Street, New York City, one week before the date when the play is
+given.</p>
+
+<p>Whenever the play is produced the following notice must appear on all
+programs, printing and advertising for the play: "Produced by special
+arrangement with Walter H. Baker Company."</p>
+
+<p>Attention is called to the penalty provided by law for any
+infringement of the author's rights as follows:</p>
+
+<p>"Section 4966: Any person publicly performing or representing any
+dramatic or musical composition for which copyright has been obtained,
+without the consent of the proprietor of said dramatic or musical
+composition, or his heirs and assigns, shall be liable for damages
+thereof, such damages, in all cases to be assessed at such sum, not
+less than one hundred dollars for the first and fifty dollars for
+every subsequent performance, as to the court shall appear to be just.
+If the unlawful performance and representation be wilful and for
+profit, such person or persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor and
+upon conviction shall be imprisoned for a period not exceeding one
+year."&mdash;U.S. Revised Statutes: Title 60, Chap. 3.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h2>Wappin&#8217; Wharf</h2>
+
+<hr class="sh" />
+
+<h3><i>CHARACTERS</i></h3>
+
+<ul>
+<li>THE DUKE</li>
+<li>PATCH-EYE</li>
+<li>THE CAPTAIN</li>
+<li>RED JOE</li>
+<li>DARLIN'</li>
+<li>BETSY</li>
+<li>OLD MEG</li>
+<li>SAILOR CAPTAIN</li>
+<li>THREE SAILORS</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<p class="noind">SETTING: For details of Stage Set turn to pages <a href="#Page_35">35-6-7</a>.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h3><i>A PROLOGUE TO BE SPOKEN BY BETSY</i></h3>
+
+
+<p><i>Our scene is the wind-swept coast of Devon. By day there is a wide
+stretch of ocean far below, and the abutments of our stage arise from
+a dizzy cliff.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The time is remote, and ships of forgotten build stand out from
+Bristol in full sail for the mines of India. But we must be loose and
+free of precise date lest our plot be shamed by broken fact. A
+thousand years are but as yesterday. We make but a general gesture to
+the dim spaces of the past.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The village of Clovelly climbs in a single street&mdash;a staircase,
+really&mdash;and it is fagged and out of breath half way. But far above, on
+a stormy crag, clinging by its toes, there stands a pirates' hut. To
+this topmost ledge fishwives sometimes scramble by day; but when a
+wind shall search the crannies of the night, then no villager would
+dare to climb so high.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>You will seek today in vain the pirates' cabin. Since the adventure
+of our play a thousands tempests have snarled across these rocks. You
+must convince your reason that these pinnacles of yesteryear, toppled
+down by storm, lie buried in the sea.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>We had hoped that our drama's scene might lie on a pirate ship at
+sea. We had wished for a swaying mast, full-set with canvas&mdash;a typhoon
+to smother our stage in wind. We had hoped to walk a victim off the
+plank, with the sea roaring in the wings. But our plot deals
+stubbornly with us. Alas, our pirates grow old and stiff. They have
+retired, as we say, from active practice and live in easy luxury on
+shore. Yet we shall see that their villany still thrives.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>How shall we select a name for our frightful play? There is a wharf
+in London that is known as Wapping. In these days that we call the
+present it has sunk to common use and its rotten timbers are piled
+with honest unromantic merchandise. But once a gibbet stood on Wapping
+Wharf, and pirates were hanged upon it. It was the first convenient
+harborage for inbound ships to dispose of this dirty deep-sea cargo.
+So it was the somber motif of a pirate's life&mdash;his moment of
+reflection after he had slit his victim's throat.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Tonight, although your beards grow long and Time has marked its net
+of wrinkles&mdash;tonight, the years spin backwards. Only the young in
+heart will catch the slender meaning of our play.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>We are too quick to think that childhood passes with the years&mdash;that
+its fine fancy is blunted with the practice of the world. Too long
+have we been taught that the clouds of glory fade in the common day.
+If a man permits, a child keeps house within his heart.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Our prologue outstays its time. Already the captain of our pirates
+puts on his hook. The evil Duke limps for practice on his wooden leg.
+Presently our curtain will rise. We shall see the pirates' cabin, with
+the lighthouse in the distance, Flint's lantern and the ladder to the
+sleeping-loft. We shall hear a storm unparalleled&mdash;thunder, lightning
+and a rush of wind, if it can be managed.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Then our candles burn to socket. Our pasteboard cabin grows dark. The
+blustering ocean, the dizzy cliffs of Devon, melt like an
+unsubstantial pageant. Once again, despite the signpost of the years,
+we have run on the "laughing avenues of childhood."</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/rabbit.png" width="451" height="358" alt="" />
+</p>
+
+<h3>BY WAY OF EXPLANATION</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noind"><span class="dropcap">S</span><b>EVERAL</b> weeks ago an actor-manager requested me to try my hand at a
+play for the winter season. The offer was unexpected. "My dear sir," I
+said, "I am immensely flattered, but I have never written a play."
+Then I hastened to ask, "What kind of play?" for fear the offer might
+be withdrawn. He replied with sureness and decision. "I want a play,"
+he said, "with lots of pirates and&mdash;no poetry." He stressed this with
+emphatic gesture. "And at least one shooting," he added. It was a slim
+prescription. He left me to brood upon the matter.</p>
+
+<p>The proposal was too flattering to be rejected out of hand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span></p>
+
+<p>After a furious week upon a plot and dialogue, I was given an
+opportunity to display my wares. The manager himself met me in the
+hallway. "Is there a shooting?" he asked, with what seemed almost a
+suppressed excitement. I was able to satisfy him and he led me to his
+inner office, where he pointed out an easy chair. The room was
+pleasantly furnished with bookshelves to the ceiling. Evidently his
+former ventures had been prosperous, and already I imagined myself
+come to fortune as his partner. While I fumbled with embarrassment at
+my papers&mdash;for I dreaded his severe opinion&mdash;he himself fetched a
+basket of coal for a fire that burned briskly on the hearth. Then he
+sat rigidly at attention.</p>
+
+<p>It now appeared that he had summoned to our conference several of his
+associates&mdash;the subordinates, merely, of his ventures&mdash;his manager of
+finance (with a sharp eye for a business flaw), his costumer and
+designer, and another person who is his reader and adviser and, in
+emergency, fills and mends any sudden gap that shows itself.</p>
+
+<p>My notion of theatrical managers has been that they are a cold and
+distant race&mdash;the more sullen cousin of an editor. Is it not
+considered that on the reading of a play they sit with fallen chin,
+and that they chill an author to reduce his royalty? It is naught, it
+is naught, saith the buyer. I am told that even the best plays are
+hawked with disregard from theatre to theatre, until the hun<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span>gry
+author is out at elbow. They get less civility than greets a mean
+commodity. Worthless mining shares and shoddy gilt editions do not
+kick their heels with such disregard in the outer office. Popcorn and
+apples&mdash;Armenian laces, even&mdash;beg a quicker audience.</p>
+
+<p>But none of this usual brusqueness appeared. Rather, he showed an
+agreeable enthusiasm as we proceeded&mdash;even an unrestraint, which, I
+must confess, at times somewhat marred his repose and dignity.
+Manifestly it was not his intention to depreciate my wares. He
+exchanged frank glances of approval with his subordinates&mdash;with his
+costumer especially, with whom his relation seems the closest.</p>
+
+<p>In the first act of my play, when it becomes apparent that one of my
+pirates goes stumping on a timber leg, his eye flashed. And when it
+was disclosed that the captain wears a hook instead of hand, he forgot
+his professional restraint and cried out his satisfaction. He was soon
+wrapped in thought by the mysterious behaviour of the fortune-teller
+and he said, if she were short and stout, he had the very actress in
+his mind.</p>
+
+<p>But it was in the second act that he threw caution to the winds. As
+you will know presently, Red Joe&mdash;one of my pirates&mdash;seizes his trusty
+gun and, taking breathless aim, shoots&mdash;But I must not expose my plot.
+At this exciting moment (which is quite the climax of my play)
+Belasco&mdash;or any of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span> his kind&mdash;would have squinted for a flaw. He would
+have tilted his wary nose upon the ceiling and told me that my plot
+was humbug. What sailorman would mistake a lantern for a lighthouse?
+Nor were there lighthouses in the days of the buccaneers. He would
+have scuttled my play in dock and grinned at the rising bubbles. Mark
+the difference! My manager, ignoring these inconsequential errors,
+burst from his chair&mdash;this is amazing!&mdash;and turned a reckless
+somersault between the table and the fire.</p>
+
+<p>His costumer, who knows best how his eccentricity runs to riot,
+checked him for this and sent him to his chair. He sobered for a
+minute and the play went on. Presently, however, when the enraged
+pirates gathered to wreak vengeance on their victim, I saw how deeply
+he was moved. His exultant eye sought the bookshelves, and I fancy
+that he was in meditation whether he might be allowed a handstand with
+his heels waving against the ceiling. His excited fingers obviously
+were searching for a dagger in his boot.</p>
+
+<p>You may conceive my pleasure. If his cold and practiced judgment could
+be so stirred, might I not hope that the phlegmatic pit in shiny
+shirt-fronts would rise and shout its approval at our opening? And to
+what reckless license might not the gallery yield? I fancied a burst
+of somersaults in the upper gloom, and tremendous handsprings&mdash;both
+men and women&mdash;down the sharp-pitched<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span> aisle. It would be
+shocking&mdash;this giddy flash of lingerie&mdash;except that our broader times
+now give it countenance. Peeping Tom, late of Coventry, in these more
+generous days need no longer sit like a sneak at his private shutter.
+He has only to travel to the beach where a hundred Godivas crowd the
+sands. I saw myself on the great occasion of our opening night bowing
+in white tie from the forward box.</p>
+
+<p>Our conference was successful. When the reading of the play was
+finished and the wicked pirates stood in the shadow of the gibbet, he
+thanked me and excused himself from further attendance by reason of a
+prior engagement. Under the stress of selection for his theatre he
+cannot sleep at night, and his costumer wisely packs him off early to
+his bed. She whispers to me, however, that although he had hopes for a
+storm at sea and a hanging at the end, his decision, nevertheless, is
+cast in my favor for a quick production, whenever a worthy company can
+be assembled.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/sword.png" width="243" height="176" alt="sword" title="sword" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr1">On the tip of each he has bargained for a spot of red</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But</span> we have gone still further toward our opening. The manager has
+already whittled a dozen daggers and they lie somewhere on a shelf,
+awaiting a coat of silver paint. On the tip of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span> each he has bargained
+for a spot of red. Furthermore, he owns a pistol&mdash;a harmless,
+devicerated thing&mdash;and he pops it daily at any rogue that may be
+lurking on the cellar stairs.</p>
+
+<p>All pirates wear pigtails&mdash;pirates, that is, of the upper crust (the
+Kidds and Flints and Morgans)&mdash;and at first this was a knotty problem.
+But he obtained a number of old stockings&mdash;stockings, of course,
+beyond the skill of that versatile person who mends the gaps&mdash;and he
+has wound them on wires, curling them upward at the end and tieing
+them with bits of ribbon. The pirate captain is allowed an extra inch
+of pigtail to exalt him above his fellows. When he first adjusted this
+pigtail on himself, his costumer cried out that he looked like a
+Chinaman. This was downright stupidity and was hardly worthy of her
+perception; but ladies cannot be expected to recognize a pirate so
+instinctively as we rougher men. The stocking, however, was clipped to
+half its length, and now he is every inch a buccaneer.</p>
+
+<p>As for the captain's hook, he is resourcefulness itself. These things
+are secrets of the craft, but I may hint that there is a very suitable
+hook in a butchershop around the corner. Surely the butcher&mdash;warmed to
+generosity by the family patronage&mdash;would lend it for the great
+performance. I have no doubt but that the manager, from this time
+forward, will beg all errands in his direction and that his smile will
+thaw the friendly butcher to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span> his purpose. Certainly two legs of lamb,
+if whispered that the drama is at stake, will consent to hang for one
+tremendous day upon a single hook. Our hook is to be screwed into a
+block of wood, and there is something about knuckles and a cord around
+the wrist and a long sleeve to cover up the joining. Anyway, the
+problem has been met.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/butcher.png" width="462" height="473" alt="butcher" title="butcher" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">His smile will thaw the friendly butcher to his
+purpose<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p>In the furnace room he has found a heavy sheet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span> of tin for the thunder
+storm, and I have suggested that he dig in a nearby gravel pit for a
+basket of rain to hurl against the pirates' window. But hard beans, he
+says, are better, and he has won the cook's consent. For the slow
+monotone of water dripping from the roof in our second act, a single
+bean, he tells me, dropped gently in a pan is a baffling counterfeit.</p>
+
+<p>The lightning seems not to bother him, for he owns a pocket
+flashlight; but the mighty wind that comes brawling from the ocean was
+at first a sticker. The vacuum cleaner popped into his head, but was
+put aside. The fireplace bellows were too feeble for any wind that had
+grown a beard. His manager of finance, however, laid aside his book
+one night&mdash;a weary tract upon the law&mdash;and displayed an ability to
+moan and whistle through his teeth. The very casement rattled in the
+blast. He has agreed to sit in the wings and loose a sufficient storm
+upon a given signal.</p>
+
+<p>Our stage is cramped. Three strides stretch from side to side. "Can
+this cockpit" you ask, "hold the vasty fields of France?" It is not,
+of course, the vasty fields of France that we are trying to hold; but
+we do lack space for the kind of riot the manager has in mind in the
+final scene. He wants nothing girlish. Sabers and pistols are his
+demand&mdash;a knife between the teeth&mdash;and more yelling than I could
+possibly put down in print. A bench must be upset, the beer-cask
+overturned, a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span> jug of Darlin's grog spilled, and one stool, at least,
+must be smashed&mdash;preferably on the captain's head, who must, however,
+be consulted. Patch-Eye and the Duke are not the kind of pirates that
+lie down and whine for mercy at a single punch.</p>
+
+<p>At first our manager was baffled how the pirates were to ascend a
+ladder to their sleeping loft. They had no place to go. They would
+crack their ugly heads upon the ceiling. The costumer was positive
+(parsimony!) that a hole&mdash;even a little hole&mdash;should not be cut in the
+plaster overhead for their disappearance. If the chandelier had been
+an honest piece of metal they might have perched on it until the act
+ran out. Or perhaps the candles could be extinguished when their legs
+were still climbing visibly. At last the manager has contrived that a
+plank be laid across the tops of two step-ladders, behind a drop so
+that the audience cannot see. No reasonable pirate could refuse to
+squat upon the plank until the curtain fell.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/finger.png" width="305" height="178" alt="finger" title="finger" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr2">With uncertain, questing finger</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We</span> are getting on. Our company has been selected. We need only a
+handful of actors, but the manager has enlisted the street. The
+dearest little girl has been chosen for Betsy, and each day she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span>
+practices her lullaby at the piano with uncertain, questing finger. A
+gentle rowdy of twelve will speak the Duke's blood-curdling lines. I
+understand that two quarrelsome pirates have nearly come to blows
+which shall act the captain. The hero, Red Joe, will be played by the
+manager himself, for it is he who owns the pistol. Is not the boy who
+has the baseball the captain of his nine?</p>
+
+<p>I owe an apology to all the mothers of our cast; for the rough
+language of my lines outweighs their gentler home instruction.
+Whenever several of our actors meet there is used the vile language of
+the sea. By the bones of my ten fingers has replaced the anemic oaths
+of childhood. One little girl has been told she cries as easily as a
+crocodile. Another little girl was heard to say she would slit her
+sister's <i>wisdom</i>&mdash;a slip, no doubt, for <i>wizen</i>. And Blast my lamps!
+and Sink my timbers! are rolled profanely on the tongue.</p>
+
+<p>In every attic on the street a rakish craft flies the skull and
+crossbones, and roves the Spanish Main on rainy afternoons. Innocent
+victims&mdash;girls, chiefly, who will tattle unless a horrid threat is
+laid upon them&mdash;are forced blindfold to walk the plank. If the wind
+blows, scratching the trees against the roof, it is, by their desire,
+a tempest whirling their stout ship upon the rocks. What ho! We split!
+Mysterious chalkings mark the cellar stairs and hint of treasure
+buried in the coal-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span>hole. At every mirror pirates practice their cruel
+faces.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/innocent.png" width="454" height="540" alt="plank" title="plank" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">Innocent victims ... are forced blindfold to walk the
+plank<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p>And now the daggers are complete, and their tip of blood has been
+squeezed from its twisted tube. Chests and neighbors have been
+rummaged<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span> for outlandish costumes. From the kindling-pile a
+predestined stick has become the timber leg of the wicked Duke. The
+butcher's hook has yielded to persuasion.</p>
+
+<p>Presently rehearsals will begin&mdash;</p>
+
+<hr class="med" />
+
+<p>I have been reading lately, and I have come on a sentence with which I
+am in disagreement. I shall not tell the name of the book (mere
+mulishness!) but I hope you know it or can guess. It is a tale of
+children and of a runaway perambulator and of folk who never quite
+grew up, with just a flick of inquiry&mdash;a slightest gesture now and
+then&mdash;toward precious rascals like our Patch-Eye and the Duke. Its
+author stands, in my opinion, a better chance of our lasting memory
+than any writer living.</p>
+
+<p>If you have read this book, you have known in its author a man who is
+himself a child&mdash;one from whom the years have never taken toll. And if
+you have lingered from page to page, you know what humor is, and love
+and gentleness. I think that children must have clambered on his
+familiar knee and that he learned his plot from their trustful eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Someone has been reading my very copy of this book, for it is marked
+with pencil and whole chapters have been thumbed. I would like to know
+who this reader is&mdash;a woman, beyond a doubt&mdash;who has dug in this
+fashion to the author's heart. But<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span> the book is from a lending
+library. She is only a number pasted inside the cover, a date that
+warns her against a fine.</p>
+
+<p>Her pencil has marked the words to a richer cadence. I like to think
+that she has children of her own and that she read the book at
+twilight in the nursery, and that its mirth was shared from bed to
+bed. But the pathetic parts she did not read aloud, fearing to see
+tears in her children's eyes. Before her own at times there must have
+floated a mist. She is a gracious creature, I am sure, with a
+gentleness that only a mother knows who sits with drowsy children. And
+now that it is my turn to read the book&mdash;for so does fancy urge me&mdash;I
+hear her voice and the echo of her children's laughter among the
+pages.</p>
+
+<p>It is a book about a great many things&mdash;about David and about a
+sausage machine, about a little dog which was supposed to have been
+caught up by mistake. But when the handle was reversed out he came,
+whole and complete except that his bark was missing. A sausage still
+stuck to his tail, which presently he ate. And it proved to be his
+bark, for at the last bite of the sausage his bark returned. And David
+took his salty handkerchief from his eyes and laughed. There is a
+chapter on growing old&mdash;marked in pencil&mdash;a subject which the author
+of this book knew nothing about, never having grown old himself. And
+there is another chapter about a spinster, also marked. This chap<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span>ter
+sings with exquisite melody, but breaks once to a sob for a love that
+has been lost. But the book is chiefly about children.</p>
+
+<p>There is one particular sentence in this book with which I am not in
+agreement. "... down the laughing avenues of childhood, where memory
+tells us we run but once...." I cannot believe that. I cannot believe
+we run but once. In the heart of the man who wrote the book there
+lives a child. And a child dwells in the heart of the woman of the
+lending library.</p>
+
+<p>We are too ready to believe that childhood passes with the years&mdash;that
+its fine imagination is blunted with the hard practice of the world.
+Too long have we been taught that the clouds of glory fade in the
+common day&mdash;that the lofty castles of the morning perish in the
+noon-day sun. The magic vista is golden to the coming of the twilight,
+and the sunset builds a gaudy tower that out-tops the dawn. If a man
+permits, a child keeps house within his heart to the very end.</p>
+
+<p>And therefore, as I think of those whittled daggers with their spot of
+blood, of that popping pistol, of the captain's horrid hook, of the
+black craft flying the skull and crossbones in the attic, I know,
+despite appearance, that I am young myself. I snap my fingers at the
+clock. It ticks merely for its own amusement. I proclaim the calendar
+is false. The sun rises and sets but makes no chilling notch upon the
+heart. Once again, despite the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span> weary signpost of the years, I run on
+the laughing avenues of childhood.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/gear.png" width="420" height="118" alt="pirate gear" title="pirate gear" />
+<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p>My preface outstays its time. Even as I write our audience has
+gathered. Limber folk in front squat on the floor. Bearded folk behind
+perch on chairs as on a balcony. Already, behind the scenes, the
+captain of the pirates has assumed his hook and villainous attire.
+Patch-Eye mumbles his lines against a loss of memory. Paint has daubed
+him to a rascal. The evil Duke limps for practice on his timber leg.
+Presently our curtain will rise. We shall see the pirate cabin, with
+the lighthouse blinking in the distance, the parrot, Flint's lantern
+and the ladder to the sleeping loft. We shall hear a storm
+unparalleled, like a tempest from the ocean&mdash;hissed through the teeth.
+We shall see the pirates in tattered costume and in pigtails made of
+stockings.</p>
+
+<p>And now to bring this tedious explanation to a close, permit me to
+hush our orchestra for a final word. I have a most important
+announcement. It is the sum and essence of all these pages. This<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span> play
+of pirates&mdash;doctored somewhat with fiercer oaths and lengthened for
+older actors&mdash;this play and my other play of beggars I dedicate with
+my love to <i>John Abram Flory</i>, who, as Red Joe, was the most frightful
+pirate of them all.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/armchair.png" width="457" height="249" alt="armchair" title="armchair" />
+</p>
+
+<h3>ON CHOOSING A TITLE</h3>
+
+
+<p class="noind"><span class="dropcap">I</span>&nbsp;<b>FIND</b> difficulty in selecting a name for my pirate play. Children
+seem so easy in comparison&mdash;John or Gretchen, or Gwendolyn for parents
+of romantic taste. Gwendolyn I myself dislike, and I have thought I
+would give it to a cow if ever I owned a farm. But this is prejudice.
+To name a child, I repeat, one needs only to run his finger down the
+column of his acquaintance, or think which aunt will have the looser
+purse-strings in her will.</p>
+
+<p>An unhappy choice, after all, is rare. Here and there a chocolate
+Pearl or a dusky crinkle-headed Blanche escapes our logic; but who can
+think of a sullen Nancy? Its very sound, tossed about the nursery,
+would brighten a maiden even if she were peevish at the start. I once
+knew an excellent couple of the name of Bottom, who chose Ruby for
+their offspring; but I have no doubt that the in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span>felicity was altered
+at the font. The fact is that most of our names grow in time to fit
+our figure and our character. Margaret and Helen sound thin or fat,
+agreeable or dull, as our friends and neighbors rise before us; and
+any newcomer to our affection quickly erases the aspect of its former
+ugly tenant. I confess that till lately a certain name brought to my
+fancy a bouncing, red-armed creature; but that by a change of lease
+upon our street it has acquired an alien grace and beauty. Perhaps a
+scrawny neighbor by the name of Falstaff might remain inconsequent,
+but I am sure that if a lady called Messilina moved in next door and
+were of charming manner, a month would blur the bad suggestion of her
+name; which presently&mdash;if our gardens ran together&mdash;would come to
+sound sweetly in my ears.</p>
+
+<p>But a play (more than a child or neighbor) is offered for a sudden
+judgment&mdash;to sink or swim upon a first impression&mdash;and its christening
+is an especial peril. I have fretted for a month to find a title for
+my comedy.</p>
+
+<p>My first choice was <i>A Frightful Play of Pirates</i>. In the word
+<i>frightful</i> lay the double meaning that I wanted. It held up my hands,
+as it were, for mercy. It is an old device. Did not Keats, when a
+novice in his art, attempt by a modest preface to disarm the critics
+of his Endymion? "It is just," he wrote, "that this youngster should
+die away." Yet my title was too long. I could not hope, if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span> my comedy
+reached the boards, that a manager could afford such a long display of
+electric lights above the door. It would require more than a barrel of
+lamps.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Pirates of Clovelly</i> was not bad, except for length, but it was
+too obviously stolen from Gilbert's opera. I could feel my guilty
+fingers in his pocket.</p>
+
+<p><i>'S Death</i> was suggested, but it was too flippant, too farcical. <i>'S
+Blood</i>, although effective in red lights, met the same objection. <i>The
+Spittin' Devil</i>, named for our pirate ship, lacked refinement.
+Certainly no lady in silk and lace would admit acquaintance with so
+gross a personage.</p>
+
+<p><i>Darlin'</i> was offered to me&mdash;the name of the old lady with one tooth
+who cooks and mixes the grog for my sailormen. And I still think that
+with better spelling it would be an excellent title for musical
+comedy. But it was naught for a pirate play. Its anemia would soften
+the vigor of my lines. One could as well call the tale of Bluebeard by
+the name of his casual cook.</p>
+
+<p>Then <i>Clovelly</i> seemed enough. At the very least&mdash;if my publisher were
+energetic&mdash;it ensured a brisk sale of the printed play among the
+American tourists on the Devon coast, who travel by boat or
+char-a-banc to this ancient fishing village where we set our plot. For
+even a trivial book sells to trippers if its story is laid around the
+corner. Would it not be pleasant, I thought, when I visit the place
+again,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span> to see them thumbing me as they waited for the steamer&mdash;to see
+a whole window of myself placed in equal prominence with picture
+postal cards? When I registered at the inn alongside the wharf might I
+not hope that the landlady would recognize my name and give me, as an
+honored guest, a front room that looks upon the ocean? Perhaps, as I
+had my tea and clotted cream on the village staircase, I might mention
+casually to a pretty tourist that I was the author of the book that
+protruded from her handbag&mdash;and fetch my dishes to her table.</p>
+
+<p>It is so seldom that an obscure author catches anyone <i>flagrante
+delicto</i> on his book. Will no one ever read a book of mine in the
+subway, that I may tap him on the shoulder? Do travelers never put me
+in their grips? Must everyone read in public the latest novel, and
+reserve all plays and essays for their solitary hours? At the club I
+shuffle to the top any periodical that contains my name, but the
+crowded noon buries me deep again.</p>
+
+<p>At best, maybe, in a lending library, I see a date stamped inside my
+cover; but, although I linger near the shelf, no one comes to draw me
+down. I think that hunters must look with equal hunger on the bear's
+tread. 'T is here! 'T is there! But the cunning creature has escaped.
+Blackmore's pleasant ghost frequents the shadowy church at Porlock
+where he married Lorna and John Ridd, or roams the Valley of the Rocks
+to see the studious<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span> pilgrims at his pages. Stevenson haunts the
+gloomy inlet where the Admiral Benbow stood and where old Pew came
+tapping in the night. In the flesh I shall join their revels as an
+equal comrade. <i>Clovelly</i>, however, although its lilt was pleasant to
+the ear, was an insufficient title.</p>
+
+<p><i>Skull and Crossbones</i> was too obvious, and my next choice was <i>The
+Gibbet</i>. But there was the disadvantage of scaring the timid. Old
+ladies would pass me by. It would check the sale of tickets. My
+nephew, who is fourteen and not at all timid, was stout in its
+defense. He pronounces it as if the <i>g</i> were the hard kind that starts
+off gurgle. <i>G</i>ibbet! He asked me if I had a hanging in the piece. If
+so, he knew how the business could be managed without chance of
+accident&mdash;an extra rope fastened to the belt behind. I told him that
+it was none of his business how I ended up the pirates. I would hang
+them or not, as I saw fit. He would have to pay his quarter like
+anybody else and sit it through.</p>
+
+<p>He suggested From <i>Dish-Pan to Matrimony</i>&mdash;obviously a jest. The sly
+rogue laughs at me. I must confess, however, that he has given me some
+of my best lines. "Villainy 's afoot!" for example, and "Sink me stern
+up!" His peaceful school breeds a wealth of pungent English.</p>
+
+<p>I was in despair. <i>Revenge!</i> Would that have done? I see a maddened
+father stand with smoking revolver above the body of a silky-whiskered
+villain. "Doris," the panting parent cries, "the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span> butcher boy knows
+all and wants you for his bride." And down comes the happy curtain on
+the lovers. <i>The Wreckers</i> belongs to Stevenson. <i>The Pirates' Nest!</i>
+It is too ornithological. The Natural History Museum might buy a copy
+and think I had cheated them.</p>
+
+<p>And then <i>Channel Lights</i>! It sends us sharply to the days of the
+older melodrama&mdash;days when we exchanged a ten-cent piece for a gallery
+seat and hissed the villain. Do you recall the breathless moment when
+the heroine implored the villain to give her back her stolen child?
+For answer the cruel fellow tied the darling to the buzz-saw. Or that
+darker scene when he tossed the lady to the black waters of the
+Thames, with the splash of a dipper up behind? Hurry, master hero!
+Your horse's hoofs clatter in the wings. Gallop, Dobbin! A precious
+life depends upon your speed. Our dangerous plot hangs by a single
+thread.</p>
+
+<p>It is quite a task to find a sufficient title. I have wavered for a
+month.</p>
+
+<p>But now my efforts seem rewarded.</p>
+
+<p>There is a wharf in London below the Tower, not far from the India
+docks. It has now sunk to common week-day uses, and I suppose its
+rotten timbers are piled with honest, unromantic merchandise. But once
+pirates were hanged there. It was the first convenient place for
+inbound ships to dispose of this dirty, deep-sea cargo. Doubtless
+hereabout the lanes and building-tops were crowded<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span> with an idle
+throng as on a holiday, and wherries to the bankside and the play
+paused with suspended oar for a sight of the happy festival. Did
+Hamlet wait upon this ghastly prologue? Shakespeare himself, unplayed
+script in hand, mused how tragedy and farce go hand in hand. In those
+golden days with which our comedy concerns itself, a gibbet stood on
+Wapping wharf and pirates stepped off the fatal cart to a hangman's
+jest. We may hear the shouts of the 'prentice lads echoing across the
+centuries.</p>
+
+<p>I cannot hope that many persons&mdash;except dusty scholars&mdash;will know of
+the district's ancient ill-repute, yet Wapping wharf figures often in
+my dialogue as the somber motif of a pirate's life. It conveys to the
+plot the sense of mystery. It needs but a handful of electric lamps.</p>
+
+<p>If no one offers me a better title I shall let it stand.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/ship.png" width="238" height="167" alt="ship" title="ship" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<h1>Wappin&#8217; Wharf</h1>
+
+<h2><i>A Frightful Comedy of Pirates</i></h2>
+
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/pirate.png" width="259" height="265" alt="pirate" title="pirate" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="noind">First produced in January, 1922, at the Play House, Cleveland, under
+the direction of Frederic McConnell. The settings and costumes were
+designed by Julia McCune Flory. The cast was as follows:</p>
+
+<table style="width: 100%" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="cast">
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Duke</span></td><td><i>William C. Keough</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Patch-Eye</span></td><td><i>Howard Burns</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Captain</span></td><td><i>Ewart Whitworth</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Red Joe</span></td><td><i>K. Elmo Lowe</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span></td><td><i>Mary Gilson</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Betsy</span></td><td><i>Jeanette Geoghegan</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Old Meg</span></td><td><i>Emma Tilden</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span></td><td style="vertical-align: bottom"><i>Ganson Cook</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td style="vertical-align: top"><span class="smcap">Sailors</span></td><td><i>Vance Stewart</i>, <i>Alvin Shulman</i>, <i>Arthur Kraus</i></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/act1.png" width="454" height="233" alt="Act I" title="Act I" />
+</p>
+
+<h1>Wappin&#8217; Wharf</h1>
+
+<h2><i>A Frightful Comedy of Pirates</i></h2>
+
+<h3>ACT I</h3>
+
+
+<p class="hang"><i>Our scene is the wind-swept coast of Devon. By day there is a wide
+stretch of ocean far below. The time is remote and doubtless great
+ships of forgotten build stand out from Bristol in full sail for
+western shores. Their white canvas winks in the morning sun as if
+their purpose were a jest. They seek a northwest passage and the
+golden mines of India. But we must be loose and free of date lest our
+plot be shamed by broken fact. A thousand years are but as yesterday.
+We shall make no more than a general gesture toward the wide spaces of
+the past.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>The village of Clovelly climbs in a single street&mdash;a staircase,
+really&mdash;from the shore to the top of the cliff, and is fagged and out
+of breath half way. But on a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span> still dizzier crag, storm-blown,
+clinging by its toes, there stands the pirates' cabin. To this topmost
+ledge fishwives sometimes scramble by day to seek a belated sail
+against Lundy's Isle. But after twilight a night wind searches the
+crannies of the rock and whines to the moon of its barren quest, and
+then no villager, I think, chooses to walk in that direction. I have
+visited Clovelly and have kicked a sodden donkey from the wharf to the
+top of the street, past the shops of Devon cream and picture postal
+cards, but have sought in vain the pirates' cabin. Since our far-off
+adventure of tonight ten thousand tempests have snarled across these
+giddy cliffs and we must convince our reason that these highest crags
+where we pitch our plot have long since been toppled in a storm. Where
+yonder wave lathers the shaggy headland, as if Neptune had turned
+barber, we must fancy that the pinnacles of yesteryear lie buried in
+the sea.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>We had hoped for a play upon the sea, with a tall mast rocking from
+wing to wing and a tempest roaring at the rail. Alas! Our pirates grow
+old and stiff. They have retired, as we say, from active practice and
+live in idle luxury on shore. Yet we shall see that their villainy
+still thrives.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>Our scene is their cabin on the cliff. It is a rough stone building
+with peeling plaster and slates that by day are green with moss. But
+it is night and the wind is whistling its rowdy companions from the
+sea. Until the morning they will play at leap-frog<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span> from cliff to
+cliff. Far below is the village of Clovelly, snug with fire and
+candles.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>We enter the cabin without knocking&mdash;like neighbors through a
+garden&mdash;and poke about a bit before our hosts appear. A door, forward
+at the right, leads to the kitchen. Back stage, also, at the right, a
+ladder rises to a sleeping loft. On the left wall are a chimney and
+fireplace with a crane and pot for heating grog, and smoky timbers
+above to mark the frequent thirst. On a great beam overhead are bags
+of clinking loot and shining brasses from wrecked ships. Peppers hang
+to dry before the fire, and a lighted ship's lantern swings from a
+hook. At the rear of the cabin, to the left, a row of mullioned
+windows looks at sea and cliffs in a flash of lightning. Below is a
+seaman's chest. Above, on the broken plaster, is scrawled a ship. In
+the middle, at the rear, there is a clock with hanging pendulum and
+weights. A gun of antique pattern leans beside the clock. To the right
+the cabin is recessed, with a door right-angled in the jog and other
+windows looking on the sea. A parrot sits on its perch with curbed
+profanity. The gaudy creature is best if stuffed, for its noisy tongue
+would drown our dialogue. Like Hamlet's player it would speak beyond
+its lines and raise a quantity of barren laughter. Our furniture is a
+table and three stools, and a tall-backed chair beside the hearth. On
+the table a candle burns, bespattered with tallow. The cabin glows
+with fire light.</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/twopirates.png" width="452" height="576" alt="Two pirates" title="Two pirates" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">Two pirates are discovered drinking at a table<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>At the lifting of the curtain there is thunder and lightning, and a
+rush of wind&mdash;if it can be managed. Two pirates are discovered,
+drinking at the table. By the smack of their lips it is excellent
+grog. One<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span> of them&mdash;Patch-Eye&mdash;has lost an eye and he wears a black
+patch. His hair curls up in a pigtail, like any sailor before Nelson.
+It looks as stiff as a hook and he might almost be lifted by it and
+hung on a peg. But all of our pirates wear pigtails&mdash;except one, Red
+Joe.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>The other pirate at the table is called the Duke, for no apparent
+reason as he is a shabby rogue. We must not run our finger down the
+peerage in hope of finding him, or think that he owns a palace on the
+Strand. He has only one leg, with a timber below the knee. He wears a
+long cloak so that the actor's rusticated leg can be folded out of
+sight. The Duke has a great red nose&mdash;grog and rum and that sort of
+thing. His whiskers are the bush that marks the merry drinking place.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>Patch-Eye is melancholy&mdash;almost sentimental at times. He would stab a
+man, but grieve upon a sparrow. At heart we fear he is a coward, and
+stupid. The Duke, on the contrary, is shrewd and he does a lot of
+thinking. He has heavy eyebrows. He is the kind of thinker that you
+just know that he is thinking. Both pirates are very cruel&mdash;and
+profane, but we must be careful.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>And now we hush the melancholy fiddlers. If this comedy can stir the
+croaking bass-viol to any show of mirth, our work tops Falstaff. Glum
+folk with beards had best withdraw. Only the young in heart will catch
+the slender meaning of our play. Let's light the candles and draw the
+curtain!</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Darlin'! Darlin'! (<i>He lolls back in his chair and stretches
+out his legs for comfort.</i>) Darlin'!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>At this a dirty old woman with one tooth appears from the kitchen.
+She is called Darlin' just for fun, as she is not at all kissable. A
+sprig of mistletoe, even in the Christmas season, would beckon
+vainly.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Me friend, the Duke, is thirsty. Will yer fill the cups? Hurry,
+ol' dear! And squeeze in jest a bit o' lemon. It sets the stomich.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Yer sets yer stomich like it were hen's eggs. Alers coddlin'
+it.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>She stirs and tastes the pot of grog, and hoists her wrinkled
+stockings.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: There 's no one like Darlin' fer mixin' grog.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Fer that kind word I 'm lovin' yer. (<i>She looks at him with
+admiration.</i>) Ain 't he a figger o' a man? Wenus was nothin'. Jest
+nothin' at all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It 's grog beats off the melancholy. As soon as me pipes go
+dry, I gets homesick fer the ocean. Here we be, Duke, thrown up at
+last ter rot like driftwood on the shore. No more sailin' off to
+Trinidad! No tackin' 'round the Hebrides! We is ships as has sprung a
+leak. It was 'appy days when we sailed with ol' Flint on the Spanish
+Main.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: 'Appy days, Patch! (<i>They drink.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Aye! The blessed, dear, ol' roarin' hulk. No better pirate ever
+lived than Flint. Smart with his cutlass. Quick at the trigger. Grog!
+A sloppin' pail o' it was jest a sip.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I used ter tell him that his leg was holler.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: He was a vat, was Flint&mdash;jest a swishin' keg.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Grog jest sizzled and disappeared, like when yer drops it on a
+red-hot seacoal.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Fer twenty year and more me and you has seen ol' Flint march
+his wictims off the plank.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: "Step lively!" he 'd say. "Does n't yer hear Davy callin' to
+yer?" There was never a sailorman ever sat in the Port Light at
+Wappin' wharf which could drink with Flint.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/portlight.png" width="467" height="399" alt="Port light" title="Port light" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"Port Light" at Wappin' Wharf<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Wappin' wharf and gibbets is nothin' ter talk about. Funerals
+even is cheerfuller.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: There 's his parrot.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: She used ter cuss soft and gentle to herself&mdash;'appy all the
+day. She ain 't spoke since Flint was took. Peckin' at yer finger and
+broodin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: There 's his ol' clock.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: As hung in the cabin o' the Spittin' Devil.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/clock.png" width="287" height="386" alt="clock" title="clock" class="floatl" />
+<span class="floatcapl1">"A 'ell of a clock fer a bouncin' ship"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> With the pendulum gettin' tangled in a storm. A 'ell of a clock
+fer a bouncin' ship.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: She was tickin' peaceful the day Flint was hanged. But she
+stopped&mdash;does yer remember it?&mdash;the very minute they pushed him off
+the ladder.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: She ain 't ticked since.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It makes yer 'stitious. And she won 't never run agin&mdash;that 's
+what Flint alers said&mdash;till his death 's revenged.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: He told us never ter wind her&mdash;says she 'd start hisself without
+no windin' when the right time came.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: If I was ter look up and see that pendulum<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span> swingin'&mdash;Horrers!
+Yeller elephants would be nothin'!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Pooh! I 'd give a month o' grog jest ter hear the ol' dear
+tickin', and ter know that Flint was restin' easy in his rotten
+coffin&mdash;swappin' stories with the pretty angels.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I loved Flint like a brother. (<i>He is quite sentimental about
+this.</i>) It was him knocked this out. (<i>Pointing to his missing eye.</i>)
+But it was jest in the way o' business. We differed a leetle in the
+loot. He was very persuasive, was ol' Flint.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer talks like a woman. They loves yer to cuff 'em. Them was
+'appy days, Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Blast me gig what 's left, Duke, but me and you has seen a heap
+o' sights. I suppose I 've drowned meself a hundred men. It 's
+comfertin' when yer lays awake at night. I feels I ain 't wasted
+meself. I 've used me gifts. I ain 't been a foolish virgin and put me
+shinin' talent inside a bushel. But me and you is driftwood now, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Aye. But it ain 't no use snifflin' about it, ol' crocodile.
+Darlin' is certainly handy at mixin' grog. And we 've a right smart
+cabin with winders on the sea. Since I stuffed yer ol' shirt in the
+roof it hardly leaks.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: My shirt! Next week is me week fer changin'. How could yer ha'
+done it? I 'm a kinder perticerler dresser. I likes ter wash now and
+then&mdash;if it ain 't too often.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Darlin', me friend Patch is thirsty. And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span> a drop meself. (<i>The
+cups are filled.</i>) Yer a precious ol' lady, and I loves yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Yer spoils me, Duke.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Lightning and a crash of thunder.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's foul tonight on the ocean. How the wind blows! It be
+spittin' up outside. The channel 's as riled as a wampire when yer
+scorns her. How she snorts!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: The devil hisself is hissin' through his teeth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: There 'll be sailormen tonight what 's booked fer Davy Jones's
+locker. I 'm not kickin' much ter be ashore. I rots peaceful.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Patch-Eye has opened the door to consult the night. It slams wide in
+the wind and the gust blows out the candle.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/blowin.png" width="266" height="253" alt="Blowin' the gizzard" title="Blowin&#39; the gizzard" class="floatl" />
+<span class="floatcapl2">"Yer blowin' the gizzard out o' us"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> Hi, there, for'ard! Batten yer hatch! Yer blowin' the gizzard
+out o' us.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He hobbles on timber leg to the warm chair by the fire. Patch closes
+the door and sits. Darlin' relights the candle.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Poor Flint! He was took on jest such a night.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Dropped inter the Port Light fer somethin' wet and warmin'. Jest ter
+kinder say goodby. Ship all fitted out. He 'd got three new
+sailormen&mdash;fine fellers as had been sentenced ter be hanged fer
+cuttin' purses, but had been let go, as they had reformed and wanted
+ter be honest pirates.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I remembers the night, ol' sea-nymph. It was rainin' ter put out
+the fires o' hell&mdash;with the leetle devils stoakin' in the sinners. It
+'s sinners, Patch, as is used fer kindlers, ter keep the devils in a
+healthy sweat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: He was ter sail when the tide ran out. Lord a Goody! How the
+tide runs down the Thames, as if it were homesick fer the ocean!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: But someone squealed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Squealers is worse 'n hissin' reptiles. They ketched Flint and
+they strung him to a gibbet. Poor ol' dear! I never touches me patch,
+but I thinks o' Flint.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: This here life is snug and easy. We has retired from practice,
+like store-keepers does who has made a fortin. Ain 't we settin' here
+in style and comfert, and jest waitin' fer the treasure ships ter come
+ter us? We gets the plums without chawin' at the dough. We blows out
+the lighthouse, and we sets our lantern so as ter fool 'em on the
+course, and when they smashes on the rocks, well&mdash;all we does is stuff
+our pokes with the treasure that washes up. I prays meself fer fog and
+dirty weather. Now I lay me, says I, and will yer send it thick and
+oozy?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I ain 't disputin' yer. (<i>He cheers up a bit.</i>) And we robs
+landlubbers once in a while.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Now yer talkin', ol' sea-lion. I 'm tellin' yer it were a good
+haul we made last night on Castle Crag.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Who 's disputin' yer?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'm tellin' yer. Silver candles! And spoons! Never seen such a
+heap o' spoons.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: What 's anyone want more 'n one spoon fer? Yer cleans it every
+bite agin the tongue.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer disgusts me, Patch. Yer ain 't no manners. Fer meself I
+spears me food tidy on me knife.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>The Duke sits looking at the seaman's chest at the rear of the
+cabin. He is deep in thought.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: There 's jest one leetle thing I does n't understand. I asks
+yer. (<i>He goes to the chest, opens it and draws out a rich velvet
+garment. He holds it up.</i>) What 's the meaning o' this here loot we
+took at Castle Crag? I asks yer. Ain 't we been by that castle a
+hundred times? The Earl, he don 't wear clothes like this. None o' the
+arstocky does, 'cept when they struts on Piccadilly. I asks yer,
+Patch. I asks yer who wears a thing like that.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He puts the garment around Patch's shoulders.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Yer looks like the Archbishop o' Canterbury.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: (<i>with strut and gesture</i>). His Grice takin' the air&mdash;pluckin'
+posies.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Lookin' like a silly jackass.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer hurts me feelin's, Duke.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>The Duke folds the cloak and puts it back again in the chest. He
+sits at the table in meditation.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I does n't like it, Patch. I does n't understand it. And what I
+does n't understand, I does n't like.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: What?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Them gay clothes. Who owned 'em, I asks yer, afore we stole 'em.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Darlin'! Me friend, the Duke, is thirsty. Yer had better mix
+another pot. Our cups is low. Yer does n't want ter be a foolish
+virgin and get ketched without no grog.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: With this bit o' slop what 's left I drinks to yer shinin'
+lamps&mdash;Wenus's flashin' gigs.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/apron.png" width="315" height="277" alt="apron" title="apron" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr3">Her apron is towel, dust rag, mop and handkerchief</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>:</span> I loves yer, Duke.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She fills, mixes and stirs the pot. She tastes it like a practiced
+house-wife. Her apron is maid of all work. It is towel, dust-rag, mop
+and handkerchief.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What does yer make, ol' Cyclops, o' the new recruit?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Red Joe?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: He 's a right smart pirate, I says. I never seen a feller as
+could shoot so straight.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I says so. But he 's a wee bit nobby&mdash;kinder stiff in the nose.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Looks as if he knowed he was kinder good.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's queer how he come ter us. Jest settin' on top his dory on
+the beach, when we found him. And what he said about his ship goin'
+down! Blast me ol' stump, but it were queer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Queer?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer said it, Patch. Queerer than mermaids. Did we ever see a
+stick o' that ship? I 'm askin' yer, Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Ain 't I listenin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ain 't I tellin' yer? Nary a bit washed in. Did yer ever know a
+wreck 'long here where nothin' washed in&mdash;jest nothin'? I 'm askin'
+yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: You and me would starve if it happened regular.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's what we lives by&mdash;pickin's on the beach.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: He 's a right smart pirate, 's Red Joe. The Captain&mdash;the most
+'ticerler man I know&mdash;he took ter him at once. He 's a kinder
+good-lookin' feller.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: (<i>stirring at the pot</i>). He ain 't got whiskers like the
+Duke.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>She spits&mdash;must I say it?&mdash;she spits into the fire.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Queer that never a stick washed in.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I 'm not denyin' yer, Duke. Where 's Red Joe now? It 's gettin'
+on. I 'll jest take a look fer him. (<i>He takes the lantern from its
+hook and stands at the open door.</i>) It ain 't blowin' so hard. Ol'
+Borealis&mdash;I speaks poetical&mdash;ain 't strainin' at his waistcoat buttons
+like he was.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Igerence! I pities yer. Borealis ain 't wind. He 's rainbows.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Patch-Eye goes into the night. The Duke sits to a greasy game of
+solitaire.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's queer, I says. Nary a stick! Jest Red Joe on top his dory!
+(<i>He sings abstractedly.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class="caption"><br />PIRATE CHANTY</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<a href="music/chanty.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/chanty.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/chanty.xml">MusicXML</a>]</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/chanty.png" width="497" height="382" alt="music" title="music" />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Bill Bones used ter say, on many a day,<br />
+When takin' a ship fer its loot,<br />
+That a blow on the head was quickest dead<br />
+And safest and best ter boot.<br />
+But a wictim's end, fer meself I contend&mdash;<br />
+There 's a hundred been killed by me&mdash;<br />
+Is a walk, I 'll be frank, on a slippery plank,<br />
+And a splash in the roarin' sea.
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He turns and surveys the drawing above the windows. He cocks his
+head like a connoisseur, critically&mdash;with approval.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/beer.png" width="220" height="223" alt="beer" title="beer" class="floatl" />
+<span class="floatcapl3">"It eases yer pipes"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> I 'm the artist o' that there masterpiece. The Spittin' Devil! I
+done it on a rainy mornin'. Genius is queer. (<i>Then he sings again.</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Ol' Pew had a jerk with a long-handled dirk&mdash;<br />
+His choice was a jab in the dark&mdash;<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">(<i>He is engaged thus, fumbling with his cards, when Darlin', crossing
+from the fire, interrupts him.</i>)</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Duke, will yer have a nip o' grog? It eases yer pipes. Yer
+sounds as if yer had crumbs in yer gullet.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>The Duke pushes forward his cup.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's a lovely tune, and I wrote the words meself. (<i>He
+continues his song.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Old Pew had a jerk with a long-handled dirk&mdash;<br />
+His choice was a jab in the dark&mdash;<br />
+And Morgan's crew, 'twixt me and you,<br />
+Considered a rope a lark.<br />
+But a prettier end, I repeat and contend&mdash;<br />
+And I 've sailed on every sea&mdash;<br />
+Is a plunge off the side in the foamin' tide.<br />
+It tickles a sailor like me.
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Duke, does yer happen ter have a wife?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: (<i>deeply engaged</i>). Some tunes is hard, so I jest makes 'em up
+as I goes along.</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Blackbeard had a knife which he stuck in his wife.<br />
+Fer naggin', says he ter me&mdash;<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Has yer a wife? A wife as might turn up, I mean.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Say it agin, Darlin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Most sailors has wives o' course, strewed here and there from
+Bristol to Guinea&mdash;jest ter make all ports cozy. So 's yer goin' home
+ter a 'appy family, no matter where yer steers.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's comfertable, Darlin'&mdash;I 'll not deny it&mdash;when yer heads
+ter harbor to see a winkin' candle in a winder on a hill, and know
+that a faithful wife and a couple o' leetle pirates is waitin' ter hug
+yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I says so, Duke. I 've been a wife meself on and off, with
+husbands sailin' in and out&mdash;kissin' yer and 'oistin' sail.
+Roundabout, I says,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span> makes 'appy marriages. Has yer a wife,
+Duke&mdash;livin', as yer can remember?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer a bold, for'ard creature. Are yer proposin' ter me?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Something like a wink shows in the blush.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I blush fer yer bad manners, Duke. I 'm a lady and I waits
+patient fer the 'appy question. I lets me beauty do the pleadin'. I
+was a flamin' roarer in me time. Lovers was nothin'. Dozens! There was
+a sea-captain once&mdash;(<i>She smiles dreamily, then seems to cut her
+throat with her little finger.</i>) Positive! Jest 'cause we tiffed. And
+a stage-coach driver! I had ter cool his passion with a rollin' pin.
+He brooded hisself inter drink. 'Appy days! (<i>She is lost for a moment
+in her glorious past, then blows her nose upon her apron and returns
+to us.</i>) Duke&mdash;askin' yer pardon&mdash;I was noticin' lately that you was
+castin' yer eyes on leetle Betsy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: As washes the dishes?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Go 'long!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: And I thought yer might be drawn to her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Darlin', I 'm easy riled.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Yer can have her, Duke, on one condition.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: She 's a pretty leetle girl.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Yer must set me up in a pub in Bristol&mdash;with brass
+beer-pulls.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'll not deny I 've given her a thought.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span> Usual, wives is
+nuisances&mdash;naggin' at yer fer sixpences. But sometimes I does get
+lonesome on a wet night when there are nothin' ter do. I need someone
+ter hand me down me boots. Betsy 'd make a kinder cozy wife. Could yer
+learn her ter make grog?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Aye.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I might do worse. And roast pig that crackles?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I could learn her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I might do worser. I 'd marry you, Darlin'&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Dearie!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: But yer gettin' on. Patch might marry yer. He 's only got one
+eye.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: (<i>with scorn</i>). Patch!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'll not deny I 've been considerin' leetle Betsy. I was
+thinkin' about it this mornin' as I was cleanin' me boot. Wives cleans
+boots. I 'm the sort o' sailorman she would be sure ter like.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: And what about the pub?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Blast me stump, Darlin', I 'll not ferget yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Does I get brass beer-pulls in the tap?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Everythin' shiny.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I 'm lovin' yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Betsy would kinder jump at me. There 's somethin' tender about a
+young girl's first love&mdash;cooin' in yer arms.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Easy, Duke!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I alers was a fav'rite with the ladies. I think it 's me
+whiskers.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: 'Vast there, Duke! There 's a shoal ahead. Red Joe 's a right
+smart feller.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Red Joe?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Him. He sets and watches her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What can she see in a young feller like that?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Women 's queer folks. They 're wicious wampires. Jest yer
+watch 'em together. Red Joe 's snoopin' in on yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer can blast me. He ain 't got whiskers.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I 'm tellin' yer, Duke. If I was you I 'd tumble that Red Joe
+off a cliff. I 'm hintin' to yer, Duke. Off a cliff! (<i>She sniffs
+audibly.</i>) It 's the pig. I clean fergot the pig. It 's burnin' on the
+fire. Off a cliff! I 'm hintin' to yer.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>She runs to the kitchen.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Red Joe! Women 's queer&mdash;queerer than mermaids. A snooper! Jest
+a 'prentice pirate! No whiskers! Nothin'!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>At this moment there is a stamping of feet outside and Patch-Eye
+enters with Red Joe.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>If Red Joe were born a gentleman we might expect silver buckles and a
+yellow feather to trail across his shoulder, for he bears a jaunty
+dignity. His is a careless grace&mdash;the swagger of a pleasant
+vagabond&mdash;a bravado that snaps its fingers at danger. His body has the
+quickness of a cat, his eye a flash of humor&mdash;kindly, unless necessity
+sharpens it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span> As poets were thick in those golden days we suspect that
+the roar of the ocean sets rhymes jingling in his heart. He is,
+however, almost as shabby as the other pirates, although he wears no
+pigtail. His collar is turned up. He wrings the water from his hat.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>Patch-Eye throws himself on the seaman's chest and falls asleep at
+once. He snores an obligato to our scene. Just once an ugly dream
+disturbs him and we must fancy that a gibbet has crossed the frightful
+shadow of his thoughts.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Evenin', ol' sea-serpent! Where has you been?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Up at the lighthouse. It 's as mirky as hell's back door.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: See Petey?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I did. He was puttering with his light and meowing to his tabby
+cat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: We 're a blessin' ter ol' Petey. I 'm bettin' me stump he 'd get
+lonesome up there 'cept fer us. (<i>He points to the window to the
+right, where the lighthouse shows.</i>) There 's ol' Petey, starin' at
+the ocean. Yer ain 't never seen a light at that t' other winder, has
+yer Joe? We waits fer a merchantman which he knows has gold aboard.
+Then we jest tips a hint ter Petey, and he douses his light. Then we
+sets up our lantern&mdash;ol' Flint's lantern&mdash;outside on the rocks, jest
+where she shows at t' other winder. The ship sticks her nose agin the
+cliff. Smash!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>At this point, after a few moments of convulsion,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span> Patch-Eye falls
+off the chest. He sits up and rubs his eyes.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I dreamed o' gibbets!</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/crib.png" width="253" height="245" alt="crib" title="crib" class="floatl" style="padding-right: 1em" />
+<span class="floatcapl4">"And we jest as innercent as babies in a crib"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> Yer is lucky, ol' keg o' rum, yer does n't dream o' purple
+rhinoceroses. Go back ter bed. (<i>Then to Joe.</i>) Smash! I says. On
+comes Petey agin. And we jest as innercent as babies in a crib. It was
+me own idear. Brains, young feller. Jest yer wait, Joey, till yer sees
+a light at t' other winder.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Betsy is heard singing in the kitchen. The Duke stops and listens. A
+dark thought runs through his head. His shrewd eye quests from kitchen
+door to Joe.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Darlin'! Darlin'! (<i>She thrusts in her head.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Where 's Betsy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: She 's washin' dishes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'm wonderin' if she would lay off a bit from her jolly
+occerpation, and sing us a leetle song.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: (<i>calling</i>). Betsy! I wants yer.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/betsy.png" width="287" height="532" alt="Betsy" title="Betsy" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr4">Betsy enters</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Patch</span>:</span> I never knowed yer cared fer music, Duke. Usually yer goes
+outside. Yer jest boohs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I does usual, Patch. Tonight 's perticerler.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span> Red Joe ain 't
+never heard Betsy sing. Does yer like music, Joe?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I like the roaring of the ocean. I like to hear the trees tossing
+in the wind.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Wind ain 't music. Yer should hear Betsy. She 's got a leetle
+song that makes yer feel as good and peaceful as a whinin' parson.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: (<i>beckoning at the kitchen door</i>). Betsy! Stop sloppin' with
+the dishes!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Betsy enters. She is a pretty girl. Our guess at her age is&mdash;but it
+is better not to guess. We have in our own experience made several
+humiliating blunders. Let us say that Betsy is young enough to be a
+grand-daugh<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span>ter. Plainly she is a pirate by accident, not inheritance,
+for she is clean and she wears a pretty dress.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: (<i>as he rises and makes a show of manners</i>). Betsy, yer is
+welcome ter the parlor. We wants Red Joe ter hear yer sing. That
+leetle song o' yers.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He returns to the recess at the rear of the cabin and covertly
+watches Joe. Patch-Eye is lost in heavenly meditation. Joe's attention
+is roused before the first stanza of the song is finished. By the
+third stanza Betsy sings to him alone.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class="caption"><br /><span class="err" title="Transcriber's Note: Misspelled 'Betsey'
+in music title">Betsy's</span> Lullaby</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<a href="music/lullaby.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/lullaby.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/lullaby.xml">MusicXML</a>]</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/lullaby.png" width="459" height="324" alt="music" title="music" />
+<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: (<i>sings</i>).</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+The north wind's cheeks are puffed with tunes:<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span>It whistles across the sky.<br />
+Its song is shrill and rough, until<br />
+The hour of twilight 's nigh.<br />
+Rest, my dear one, rest and dream.<br />
+The winds on tip-toe keep.<br />
+In the dusk of day they hum their lay,<br />
+And weary children sleep.<br />
+<br />
+The waves since dawn roared on the rocks:<br />
+They snarled at the ships on the deep.<br />
+But at twilight hour they chain their power<br />
+And little children sleep.<br />
+Rest, my dear one, rest and dream.<br />
+The ships in a cradle swing,<br />
+And sailormen blink and children sink<br />
+To sleep, as the wavelets sing.<br />
+<br />
+The sun at noon was red and hot:<br />
+It stifled the east and west.<br />
+But at even song the shadows long<br />
+Have summoned the world to rest.<br />
+Rest, my dear one, rest and dream.<br />
+The sun runs off from the sky.<br />
+But the stars, it 's odd, while children nod,<br />
+Are tuned to a lullaby.
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She sings slowly, to a measure that might rock a cradle. This can be
+managed, for I have tried it with a chair. Once, Patch-Eye blows his
+nose to keep his emotions from exposure. But make him blow
+softly&mdash;</i>soto naso<i>, shall we say?&mdash;so as not to disturb the song. In
+Red Joe the song seems to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span> have stirred a memory. At the end of each
+stanza Betsy pauses, as if she, too, dwelt in the past.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: When I hears that song I feels as if I were rockin' babies in a
+crib&mdash;blessed leetle pirates, pullin' at their bottles, as will foller
+the sea some day.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He blows his sentimental nose. A slighter structure would burst in
+the explosion.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer ol' nose sounds as if it were tootin' fer a fog. Yer might
+be roundin' the Isle o' Dogs on a mirky night.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He goes to the door and stretches out his hand for raindrops.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Joe, you and me has got ter put ile in the lantern. Come on, ol'
+sweetheart. When yer sees this lantern blinkin' at that there winder,
+yer will know that willainy 's afoot.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He comes close to Darlin' and whispers.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer said it, Darlin'. Yer said it. Red Joe 's castin' his eye on
+Betsy. Off a cliff! Tonight! Now! If I gets a chance. Off a cliff!
+Come on, Joey!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He goes outdoors with Red Joe, singing Betsy's song. The lullaby
+fades in the distance. Patch-Eye and Betsy are left together, for the
+roast pig again calls Darlin' to the kitchen.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Will yer wait a bit, Betsy&mdash;askin' yer pardon&mdash;while I talks to
+yer?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Of course, Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I don 't suppose, dearie, I 'm the kind o' pirate as sets yer
+thinkin' of fiddles tunin' up, ner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span> parsons. No, yer says. Ner cradles
+and leetle devils bitin' at their coral. And I don 't suppose yer has
+a kind o' hankerin' and yearnin'. Yer never sets and listens to me
+comin'. Course not, yer says. Betsy, if I talk out square you 'll not
+blab it all 'round the village, will yer? They would point their
+fingers at me, and giggle in their sleeves. I want ter tell yer
+somethin' o' a wery tender nater. There 's a leetle word as begins
+with <i>L</i>. <i>L</i>, I mean, not 'ell. I would n't want yer to think, Betsy,
+I 'm cussin'. 'Ell is cussin'. That leetle word is what 's ailing me.
+It 's love, Betsy. It 's me heart. Smashed all ter bits! Jesus, yer
+asks, what done it? It 's a pretty girl, I answers yer, as has smashed
+it. Does yer foller, Betsy? A pretty girl about your size, and with
+eyes the color o' yourn. What does yer say, Betsy? Yer says nothin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I never meant to, Patch. I 'm sorry.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Course you are. Jest as sorry as the careless feller as nudged
+Humpty Dumpty off the wall. But it did n't do no good. There he was,
+broke all ter flinders. And all the King's horses and all the King's
+men could n't fix him. Humpty Dumpty is me, Betsy. Regularly all split
+up, fore and aft, rib and keel. I mopes all day fer you, Betsy. And I
+mopes all night. Last night I did n't get ter sleep, jest fidgettin',
+till way past 'leven o' clock. And I woke agin at seven, askin'
+meself, if I loves you hopeless. Yer is a lump o' sugar, Betsy, as
+would sweeten ol' Patch's life. If we was married I 'd jest tag
+'round<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span> behind yer and hand yer things. And now yer tells me there ain
+'t no hope at all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: No hope at all, Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yesterday I was countin' the potaters in the pot, sayin' ter
+meself: She loves me&mdash;She don 't love me. But the last potater did n't
+love me, Betsy. There was jest one too many potaters in the pot. No,
+yer says, yer could n't love me. Cause why? Cause Patch is a shabby
+pirate with only one eye.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I am sorry, Patch.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>She offers him her hand.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Blessed leetle fingers, as twines their selves all 'round me
+heart. Patch, yer says, yer sorry. There ain 't no hope at all. Yer
+nudges him off the wall, but yer can 't fix him. But I never heard
+that Humpty Dumpty did a lot o' squealin' when he bust. He took it
+like a pirate. And so does Patch. I does n't sulk. If yer will pardon
+me, Betsy, I 'll leave yer. Me feelin 's get lumpy in me throat. I 'll
+take a wink o' sleep in the loft.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He climbs the ladder, but turns at the top.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: There was jest one too many potaters in the pot.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He disappears through the hole in the wall. Betsy arranges the mugs
+on the table, then stands listening. Presently there is a sound of
+footsteps. Red Joe enters at the rear.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I slipped the Duke in the dark. I came back to talk with you.
+(<i>Then bluntly, but with kindness.</i>) How old are you, my dear?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I don 't know.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: You don 't know? How long have you lived here?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: In this cabin? Three years.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: And where did you live before?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: In the village&mdash;in Clovelly.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/washing.png" width="248" height="170" alt="washing" title="washing" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr5">"She did washing for the sailormen"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Joe</span>:</span> Did your parents live there?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Y-e-s. I think so. I don 't know. Old Nancy, they called
+her&mdash;she brought me up. But she died three years ago.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Who was old Nancy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: She did washing for the sailormen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Was she good to you?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Oh yes. I think&mdash;I do not know&mdash;that she was not my mother.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: And Darlin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Yes. She has been good to me. And the others, too. I seem to
+remember someone else. How long have you been a pirate?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: A pirate? Years, it seems, my dear. But I am more used to a
+soldier's oaths. I have trailed a pike in the Lowland wars. The roar
+of cannon, and siege and falling walls, are gayer tunes than any ocean
+tempest. What is this that you remember, Betsy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: It is far off. Some one sang to me. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span> was not Nancy. When
+Nancy died, Darlin' took me and brought me up. That was three years
+ago. But last year the Captain and Duke and Patch-Eye came climbing up
+the rocks. They were sailormen, they said, who had lost a ship. And
+these cliffs with the sea pounding on the shore comforted them when
+they were lonely. So they stayed. And Darlin' and I cook for them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Do you remember who it was who sang to you?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: No.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: That song you just sang&mdash;where did you learn it?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I have always known it. It makes me sad to sing it, for it sets
+me thinking&mdash;thinking of something that I have forgotten. (<i>She stands
+at the window above the sea.</i>) Some days I climb high on the cliffs
+and I look upon the ocean. And I know that there is land beyond&mdash;where
+children play&mdash;but I see nothing but a rim of water. And sometimes the
+wind comes off the sea, and it brings me familiar far-off
+voices&mdash;voices I once knew&mdash;voices I once knew&mdash;fragments from a life
+I have forgotten. Why do you ask about my song?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Because I heard it once myself.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Betsy sits beside him at the table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Where? Perhaps, if you will tell me, it will help me to
+remember.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I heard the song once when I was a lad&mdash;when I was taken on a
+visit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Were your parents pirates?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: It was a long journey and all day we bumped upon the road,
+seeking an outlet from the tangled hills. Night overtook our weary
+horses and blew out the flaming candles in the west; and shadows were
+a blanket on the sleeping world. Toward midnight I was roused. We had
+come to the courtyard of a house&mdash;this house where I was taken on a
+visit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Was it like this, Joe&mdash;a cabin on a cliff?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I remember how the moon peeped around the corner to see who came
+so late knocking on the door. I remember&mdash;I remember&mdash;(<i>He stops
+abruptly</i>). Do you remember when you first came to live with Nancy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I dreamed once&mdash;you will think me silly&mdash;Are there great stone
+steps somewhere, wider than this room, with marble women standing
+motionless? And walls with dizzy towers upon them?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Go on, Betsy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: In Clovelly there are naught but cabins pitched upon a hill,
+and ladders to a loft. And, at the foot of the town, a mole, where
+boats put in. And I have listened to the songs of the fishermen as
+they wind their nets. And through the window of the tavern I have
+heard them singing at their rum. And sometimes I have been afraid. I
+have stuffed my ears and ran. But the ugly songs have followed me and
+scared me in the night. The shadows from the moon have reeled across
+the floor, like a tipsy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span> sailor from the Harbor Light. Joe, are you
+really a man from the sea?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Why, Betsy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: The sea is never gentle. It never sleeps. I have stood
+listening at the window on breathless nights, but the ocean always
+slaps against the rocks. Even in a calm it moves and frets. Is it not
+said that the ghosts of evil men walk back and forth on the spot where
+their crimes are done? The ocean, perhaps, for its cruel wreckage,
+haunts these cliffs. It is doomed through all eternity with a lather
+of breaking waves to wash these rocks of blood. And the wind whistles
+to bury the cries of drowning men that plague the memory. Joe&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Yes, my dear.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: You are the only one&mdash;Patch-Eye, Duke and the Captain&mdash;you are
+the only one who is always gentle. And I have wondered if you could
+really be a pirate.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Me? (<i>Then with sudden change.</i>) Me? Gentle? The devil himself is
+my softer twin.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Don 't! Don 't!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: What do you know of scuttled ships, and rascals ripped in fight?
+Of the last bubbles that grin upon the surface where a dozen men have
+drowned?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Joe! For God's sake! Don 't!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Is it gentleness to plunge a dagger in a man and watch for his
+dying eye to glaze?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: It is a lie. Tell me it is a lie!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: My dear. (<i>Gently he touches her hand.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: It is a lie.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: We 'll pretend it is a lie.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>They sit for a moment without speaking.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: How long, Joe, have you lived with us?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Two weeks, Betsy.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/monday.png" width="158" height="108" alt="daisy chain" title="daisy chain" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr6">"From Monday to Monday, and then around again to
+Monday"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>:</span> Two weeks? So short a time. From Monday to Monday and then
+around again to Monday. It is so brief a space that a flower would
+scarcely droop and wither. And yet the day you came seems already long
+ago. And all the days before are of a different life. It was another
+Betsy, not myself, who lived in this cabin on a Sunday before a
+Monday.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: It is so always, Betsy, when friends suddenly come to know each
+other. All other days sink to unreality like the memory of snow upon a
+day of August. We wonder how the flowering meadows were once a field
+of white. Our past selves, Betsy, walk apart from us and, although we
+know their trick of attitude and the fashion of their clothes, they
+are not ourselves. For friendship, when it grips the heart, rewinds
+the fibres of our being. Do you remember, dear, how you ran in fright
+when you first saw me clambering up these rocks?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I was sent to call the Duke to dinner and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span> carried a bell to
+ring it on the cliff. I was afraid when a stranger's head appeared
+upon the path.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Yet, when I spoke, you stopped.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: At the first word I knew I need n't be afraid. And you took my
+hand to help me up the slope. You asked my name, and told me yours was
+Joe. Then we came together to this cabin. And each day I have been
+with you. Two weeks only.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I shall be gone, Betsy, in a little while.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Gone?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I am not, my dear, the master of myself. We must forget these
+days together.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Joe!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: May be I shall return. Fate is captain. The future shows so
+vaguely in the mist. Listen! It is the Duke.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>In the distance the Duke is heard singing the pirates' song.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: We must speak of these things together. Another time when there
+is no interruption.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Gently she touches his fingers.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/captain.png" width="251" height="179" alt="hook" title="hook" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr7">The Captain would be a frightful man to meet socially</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em"><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I shall be lonely when you go.</span></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>There is loud stamping at the door. Betsy goes quickly to the
+kitchen.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>The Captain enters, followed by the Duke. Patch-Eye enters by way of
+the ladder. The Captain has a hook hand. This is the very hook
+mentioned in my preface&mdash;if you read prefaces&mdash;got from the corner
+butcher. The Captain would be a frightful man to meet socially. I can
+hear a host saying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span> "Shake hands with the Captain." One quite loses
+his taste for dinner parties. There is a sabre cut across the
+Captain's cheek. He is even more disreputable in appearance than his
+followers, with a bluster that marks his rank.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: There 's news! There 's news, me men! I 've brought big news
+from the village.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He wrings the water from his hat. He is provokingly deliberate. All
+of the pirates crowd around.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: By the bones of me ten fingers, it 's a blythe night fer our
+business. It 's wetter than a crocodile's nest. When I smells a fog, I
+feels good. I tastes it and is 'appy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: What 's yer news, Captain?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: News? Oh yes, the news. I 've jest hearn&mdash;I 've jest
+hearn&mdash;blast me rotten timbers! How can a man talk when he 's dry! A
+cup o' grog!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Darlin' has slipped into the room in the excitement. Old custom
+anticipates his desire. She stands at his elbow with the cup, like a
+dirty Ganymede. The Captain drinks slowly.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: There 's big news, me hearties.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What 's yer news, Captain? We asks yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I 'm tellin' yer. It 's sweatin' with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span> curiosity that kills
+cats. (<i>He yawns and stretches his legs across the hob.</i>) Down in the
+village I learnt&mdash;I was jest takin' a drop o' rum at the Harbor Light.
+It 's not as sweet as Darlin's. They skimps their sugar. Yer wants ter
+keep droppin' it in as yer stirs it. I thinks they puts in too much
+water. Water 's not much good&mdash;'cept fer washin'. And washin' 's not
+much good.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Now then, Captain, hold hard on yer tiller agin wobblin', and
+get ter port.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: We 're hangin' on yer lips.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer need n't keep shovin' me. I kicks up when I 'm riled.
+They say down in the village&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>It is now a sneeze that will not
+dislodge. He has hopes of it for a breathless moment, but it proves to
+be a dud.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: There 's Petey&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: We 're jest fidgettin' fer the news.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: The news? Oh, yes. Now yer hears it. (<i>He draws the pirates
+near.</i>) A great merchantman has jest sailed from Bristol. The Royal
+'Arry. It 's her. With gold fer the armies in France. She 's a brig o'
+five hundred ton. This night, when the tide runs out, she slips away
+from Bristol harbor. With this wind she should be off Clovelly by this
+time termorrer night.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Glory ter God!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: And then Petey will douse his glim. And we 'll set up the ship's
+lantern.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Smash!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Then Petey will light hisself.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: And we 'll be jest as innercent as babies rockin' in a crib.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/royal.png" width="355" height="268" alt="Royal &#39;Arry" title="Royal &#39;Arry" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"The Royal 'Arry. It 's her."<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: And lay it on the helmsman fer bein' sleepy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: And I 've other news. Down in the village they say&mdash;fer a
+fishin' sloop brought the word&mdash;that his 'Ighness, the Prince o'
+Wales, left London a month ago.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: And him not givin' me word. I calls that shabby. He was me fag
+at Eton.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Does yer think, Captain, he 'll spend a week-end with us,
+ridin' to the 'ounds, jest tellin' us the London gossip&mdash;how the
+pretty Duchesses is cuttin' up?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I thought he was settin' in Whitehall,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span> tryin' on crowns, so as
+ter get one that did n't scratch his ears.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: They say he 's incarnito.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: What? Is it somethin' yer ketches like wollygogs in the
+stomich?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Igerence. I 'm 'shamed o' yer, Patch. Ain 't yer been ter
+school? Ain 't yer done lessons on a slate? Ain 't yer been walloped
+so standin' 's been comfertabler. The Captain and me soils ourselves
+talkin' to yer. Incarnito is dressed up fancy, so as no one can know
+him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Like Cindereller at the party.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: If yer wants Patch ter understand yer, Captain, yer has got to
+use leetle words as is still pullin' at their bottles.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: When words grow big and has got beards they jest don 't say
+nothin' to Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: This here Prince o' Wales is journeyin' down Plymouth way.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What 's that ter us? I 'm askin' yer. His 'Ighness cut me when I
+passed him in Piccadilly. The bloomin' swab! I pulled me hat, standin'
+in the gutter, but he jest seemed ter smell somethin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It were n't roses, I 'm tellin' yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Silence! They say he has sworn an oath to break up the pirate
+business on the coast.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: And let us starve? It 's unfeelin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: No pickin's on the beach?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I 'd like to catch him. I 'd slit his wizen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I 'd put pizen in the pig I feeds him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'd nudge him off the cliff&mdash;jest like he were a sneakin'
+snooper.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Well, there 's yer news! I 'm dry. Darlin'! Some grog!</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He crosses to the table and draws the pirates around him.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Here 's to the Royal 'Arry!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: And may the helmsman be wery sleepy!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: And we as innercent as leetle pirates suckin' at their
+bottles!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">All</span>: The Royal 'Arry!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>While the cups are still aloft there is a loud banging at the door.
+An old woman enters&mdash;old Meg. We have seen her but a minute since pass
+the windows. Perhaps she is as dirty as Darlin'. A sprig of mistletoe,
+even at the reckless New Year, would wither in despair. She is a gypsy
+in gorgeous skirt and shawl, and she wears gold earrings. Any
+well-instructed nurse-maid would huddle her children close if she
+heard her tapping up the street. Meg walks to the table. She sniffs
+audibly. It is grog&mdash;her weakness. She drinks the dregs of all three
+cups. She rubs her thrifty finger inside the rims and licks it for the
+precious drop. She opens her wallet and takes from it a
+fortune-teller's crystal.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I tells fortins, gentlemen. Would n't any o' yer like ter see the
+future? I sees what 's comin' in this here magic glass. I tells yer
+when ter set yer nets&mdash;and of rising storms. Has any o' yer a kind o'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span>
+hankerin' fer matrimony? I can tell yer if the lady be light or dark.
+It will cost yer only a sixpence.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer insults me. Fer better and fer worse is usual fer worse.
+Does yer think yer can anchor an ol' sea-dog like me to a kennel as is
+made fer landlubbery lap dogs? I 've deserted three wives. And that 's
+enough. More 's a hog.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He retires to the fireplace in disgust.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Husbands is nuisances, as I was tellin' the sea-captain, jest
+afore he cut his throat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Thank ye, ol' lady, I does n't need yer. When the ol' Duke is
+willin', he knows a leetle dear as will come flutterin' to his arms.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: What can yer do fer an ol' sailorman like me? I 'd like someone
+with curlin' locks, as can mix grog as good as Darlin's. And I likes
+roast pig&mdash;crackly, as Darlin' cooks it. (<i>He offers his hand.</i>) I has
+a leetle girl in mind, but she 's kinder holdin' off. What does yer
+see, dearie? Does yer hear any fiddles tunin' fer the nupshals? Is
+there a pretty lady waitin' fer a kiss?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I sees the ocean. And a ship. I sees inside the cabin o' that
+ship.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Does yer see me as the captain o' that ship? Jest settin' easy,
+bawlin' orders&mdash;jest feedin' on plum duff.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I sees yer in irons.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Mother o' goodness! Now yer done it!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I sees Wappin' wharf. I sees a gibbet. I sees<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/meg.png" width="464" height="673" alt="Meg" title="Meg" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"I sees a gibbet. I sees&mdash;&mdash;"<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Horrers!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I sees you swingin' on that gibbet&mdash;stretchin' with yer
+toes&mdash;swingin' in the wind.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer makes me grog sour on me.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He goes to the rear of the cabin and looks disconsolately over the
+ocean.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: (<i>as she looks in the glass</i>). I sees misfortin fer everyone
+here&mdash;'cept one&mdash;tragedy, the gibbet. Go not upon the sea until the
+moon has turned. Ha! Leetle glass, has yer more to show? Has yer any
+comfort? The light fades out. It is dark.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ain 't yer givin' us more 'n a sixpence worth o' misery? Yer
+gloom is sloppin' over the brim.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: Ah! Here 's light agin at last. There 's a red streak across the
+dial. It drips! It 's blood!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Ain 't yer got any pretty picters in that glass?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Graveyards are cheerfuller 'n gibbets.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: Peace! I sees a man in a velvet cloak. It 's him that swings yer
+to a gibbet. It 's him that strangles yer till yer eyes is poppin'.
+That man avoid like a pizened snake.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Avoid? By the rotten bones o' Flint, if I meets that man in a
+velvet cloak I hooks out his eye.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Captain, yer sweats yerself unnecessary. (<i>Slyly.</i>) Here 's Red
+Joe, ol' dear. Joe 's a spry young feller. He looks as if he might be
+hankerin' fer a wife. Hey, Darlin'?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: He 's the kind as wampires makes their wictims.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>With a laugh&mdash;but unwillingly&mdash;Joe holds out his hand.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: (<i>as she looks in the glass her face brightens</i>). I sees a tall
+buildin' with gold spires. I hears a shout o' joy and I hears stately
+music, like what yer hears in Bartolmy Fair arter the Lord Mayor has
+made his speech. I sees a man in a silk cloak. He swaggers to the
+music. I sees&mdash;I sees&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She looks long in the glass and seems to see great and unexpected
+things. Her eyes are as wide as a child's at a tale of fairies. It is
+no less a moment&mdash;but how different!&mdash;than when Lady Bluebeard peeped
+in the forbidden door. Scarcely was Little Red Riding Hood more
+startled when she touched the strange bristles on her grandmother's
+chin. But Meg is not frightened. She smiles. She bends intently. She
+is about to speak. Then she sinks into the chair behind the table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I sees&mdash;I sees&mdash;nothin'! The glass is blank!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Nothin'? Jest nothin' at all?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Ain 't there no blood drippin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Ner gibbets?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Ner sailormen swingin' in the wind?</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Old Meg is visibly affected by what she has seen. The Duke, with a
+suspicious glance at Red Joe, moves forward to look over her shoulder
+at the glass. Slyly she sees him. She pushes the crystal forward and
+it breaks upon the stones. Then she rises<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a></span> abruptly. She lifts a
+portentous finger. She advances to Red Joe.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: I sees danger fer yer, Joe. Who can tell whether it be death? 'T
+is beyond my magic. But beware a knife! Go not near the cliff! (<i>Then,
+in a lower tone.</i>) You will see me agin. And in your hour o' danger.
+When yer least expects it.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She is about to curtsy, but turns abruptly and leaves the cabin.
+Darlin', with shaken nerves, runs to bolt the door. There is silence
+except for the monotone of rain.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Nice cheerful ol' lady, I says.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer can pipe the devil up, but she give me shivers.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: For just a minute I thought some old lady had died and left me
+her money box.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The Duke picks up a fragment of the crystal and puts it to his eye.
+He examines it at the candle, and turns it round and round. He makes
+nothing of it, and shakes his head.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer can dim me gig that 's left, I 'm clean upset.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I ain 't been so down in the boots since the blessed angels
+took Flint ter 'ell.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Captain, you and Patch is melancholier 'n funerals. Weepin'
+widders is jollier. Will yer let a hanted, thirsty, grog-eyed
+grand-daughter o' a blinkin' sea-serpent upset yer 'appy
+dispersitions? Stiffen yerself! Keep yer nose up, Captain! We has sea
+enough. We 're not thumpin' on the rocks.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer said it, Duke. I sulks unnecessary. There 's ol' Petey
+shinin' up there. Termorrer night, if the wind holds, we 'll see his
+starin' eye go out, and our lantern shinin' at t' other winder. (<i>He
+takes a pirate flag from his boot. He smoothes it with affection. Then
+he waves it on his hook.</i>) The crossbones as hung on the masthead o'
+the Spittin' Devil. Ol' Flint's wery flag. Him as they hanged on a
+gibbet on Wappin' wharf. It was a mirky night like this, with
+'prentices gawpin' in the lanterns and Jack Ketch unsnarlin' his
+cursed ropes. I spits blood ter think o' it.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/flag.png" width="355" height="265" alt="pirate flag" title="pirate flag" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"Ol' Flint's wery flag"<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'll die easy when I 've revenged his death and the ol' clock
+is tickin' peaceful and Flint sleepin' 'appy in his rotten coffin.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: A drink all 'round. We 'll drink the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a></span> health o' this here
+flag. You 'll drink with us, Darlin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Yer spoils me, Captain.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Everyone drinks.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: And now we 'll drink confusion to the swab that 's settin' on
+the English throne.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>All drink except Red Joe. He makes the pretense, but pours his grog
+out covertly. Our play is nothing if not subtle.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Here 's to ol' Flint!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">All</span>: Here 's to ol' Flint!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>It is bed-time. They all stretch and yawn. The Captain climbs the
+ladder to the sleeping loft. Patch follows with the candle, warming
+the Captain's seat for speed. The Duke comes next, carrying his one
+boot which he has removed before the fire. Darlin' kisses her hand to
+the Duke and retires to the kitchen. We suspect that she curls up
+inside the sink, with a stewpan for a pillow. Red Joe lingers for a
+moment and stands gazing at the ocean.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: My memory fumbles in the past. I, too, hear familiar voices&mdash;lost
+for many years. A dark curtain lifts and in the past I see myself a
+child. There are strange tunes in the wind tonight. Methinks they sing
+the name of Margaret.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He climbs the ladder. And now, with an occasional dropping boot, the
+pirates prepare for bed. Presently we hear the Duke up above,
+singing&mdash;rigorously at first, until drowsiness dulls the tune.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a></span></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+It is said in port by the sailor sort,<br />
+As they swig all night at their rum,<br />
+That a jolly grave is the ocean wave,<br />
+But a churchyard bell 's too glum.<br />
+I agrees ter this and ter give 'em bliss&mdash;<br />
+From Pew I learned the trick&mdash;<br />
+I push 'em wide o' the wessel's side<br />
+And poke 'em down with a stick.
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/darlin.png" width="467" height="503" alt="Darlin&#39;" title="Darlin&#39;" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">Darlin' warms her old red stockings<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Darlin' enters. With a prodigious yawn she sits at the fire. She
+kicks off her slippers and warms her old red stockings. She comforts
+herself with grog and spits across the hearth. She sleeps and gently
+snores. The Duke continues with his song.</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Ol' Flint had a fist and an iron wrist,<br />
+And he thumped on the nose, it is said,<br />
+Till a wictim's gore ran over the floor<br />
+And he rolled in the scuppers dead.<br />
+But, Patch, there 's a few, I 'm tellin' ter you,<br />
+Who 's nice and they hates a muss,<br />
+And a plank, I contend, is a tidier end.<br />
+No sweepin', nor scrapin', nor fuss.<br />
+<br />
+Captain Kidd, when afloat, put the crew in a boat,<br />
+And he shoved 'em off fer to starve.<br />
+On a rock in the sea, says he ter me&mdash;on a rock<br />
+In the sea, says he ter me&mdash;on a rock&mdash;
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The singer's voice fails. Sleep engulfs him. Silence! Then sounds of
+snoring. The range of Caucasus hath not noisier winds. Let's draw the
+curtain on the tempest!</i>)</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/waves.png" width="203" height="95" alt="waves" title="waves" />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/act2.png" width="454" height="269" alt="Act II" title="Act II" />
+</p>
+
+<h3>ACT II</h3>
+
+
+<p class="hang"><i>It is the same cabin on the following night. There is no thunder and
+lightning, but it is a dirty night of fog&mdash;as wet as a crocodile's
+nest&mdash;and you hear the water dripping from the trees. The Duke,
+evidently, has had an answer to his "Now I lay me." The lighthouse, as
+before, shows vaguely through the mist.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>In this scene we had wished to have a moon. The Duke will need it
+presently in his courtship; for marvelously it sharpens a lover's
+oath. 'T is a silver spur to a halting wooer. Shrewd merchants, I am
+told, go so far as to consult the almanac when laying in their store
+of wedding fits; for a cloudy June throws Cupid off his aim. What
+cosmetic&mdash;what rouge or powder&mdash;so paints a beauty! If the moon were
+full twice within the month scarcely a bachelor would be left. I pray
+you, master car<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a></span>penter, hang me up a moon. But our plot has put its
+foot down. "Mirk," it says, "mirk and fog are best for our dirty
+business."</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>We had wished, also, to place one act of our piece on the deck of a
+pirate ship, rocking in a storm. Such high excitement is your right,
+for your payment at the door. It required but the stroke of a lazy
+pencil. But our plot has dealt stubbornly with us. We are still in the
+pirates' cabin in the fog.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hang"><i>We hear Darlin' singing in the kitchen, as the curtain rises.</i></p>
+
+<p class="caption"><br />DARLIN'S SONG</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<a href="music/darlin.midi">Listen</a>] [<a href="music/darlin.pdf">PDF</a>] [<a href="music/darlin.xml">MusicXML</a>]</p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/darlinssong.png" width="459" height="323" alt="music" title="music" />
+</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Oh, I am the cook fer a pirate band<br />
+And food I never spoil.<br />
+Cabbage and such, it sure ain 't much,<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a></span>Till I sets it on ter boil.<br />
+And I throws on salt and I throws on spice,<br />
+And the Duke, he says ter me,<br />
+Me Darlin', me pet, I 'm in yer debt,<br />
+And he sighs contentedlee.<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>There is a rattle of tinware. Patch-Eye sings the next stanza in the
+loft.</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+On the Strand, it 's true, I 'm tellin' ter you,<br />
+The Dukes and the Duchesses dwell.<br />
+And they dines in state on golden plate&mdash;<br />
+Eatin' and drinkin' like 'ell.<br />
+But I says ter you, and it 's perfectly true,<br />
+They stuffs theirselves too much;<br />
+And a mutton stew, when yer gets it through,<br />
+Is better than peacocks and such.<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>More tinware in the kitchen. And now Darlin' again!</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+I 've cooked in a brig to a dancin' jig<br />
+Which the sea kicks up in a blast.<br />
+And me stove 's slid 'round until I 've found<br />
+A rope ter make it fast.<br />
+But I braces me legs and the Duke, he begs<br />
+Fer puddin' with sweets on the side.<br />
+Me Darlin', it 's rough, and I likes yer duff.<br />
+I 'll marry yer, Darlin', me bride.<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>In her reckless joy at this dim possibility she overturns the
+dishpan. During the song the Duke's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a></span> legs have appeared on the ladder.
+He descends, fetching with him a comb and mirror.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><img src="images/moon.png" width="113" height="136" alt="moon" title="moon" class="floatl" style="padding-right: 1em" />
+<span class="floatcapl5">"I pray you, master carpenter, hang me up a moon"</span>
+<i>He brushes his hair. This is unusual and he finds a knot that is
+harder than any Gordian knot whatsoever. He smoothes and strokes his
+whiskers. He goes so far as to slap himself for dust. He puts a sprig
+of flowers&mdash;amazing!&mdash;in the front of his cloak. He practices a smile
+and gesture. He seems to speak. He claps his hand upon his heart. Ah,
+my dear sir, we have guessed your secret. The wind, as yet, blows from
+the south, but a pirate waits not upon the spring. His lover's oath
+pops out before the daffodil. I pray you, master carpenter, hang me up
+a moon.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>And now the Duke stands before us the King of smiles. His is the
+wooer's posture. He speaks, but not with his usual voice of command.
+Oberon, as it were, calls Titania to the woodland when stars are torch
+and candle to the sleeping world.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Betsy! Betsy!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She appears. The Duke wears a silly smile. But did not Bottom in an
+ass's head win the fairy princess? A moon, sweet sir! And
+now&mdash;suddenly!&mdash;the magic night dissolves into coarsest day.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Would yer like ter be the Duchess?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>This is abrupt and unusual, but nice customs curtsy to Dukes as well
+as Kings.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'm askin' yer, Betsy. Yer ol' Duke is askin' yer. I 'm lovin'
+yer. Yer ol' Duke is lovin' yer. I 'll do the right thing by yer. I
+'ll marry yer. There! I 've said it. When yer married yer can jest set
+on a cushion without nothin' ter do&mdash;(<i>reflectively</i>) nothin' 'cept
+cookin' and washin' and darnin'. Does yer jump at me, Betsy?</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>I confess, myself, a mere man, unable to analyze Betsy's emotions.
+She stands staring at the Duke, as you or I might stare at a
+hippopotamus in the front hall. I have bitten my pencil to a pulp&mdash;the
+maker's name is quite gone&mdash;but I can think of no lines that are
+adequate. Her first surprise, however, turns to amusement.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ain 't yer a kind o' hankerin' fer me? Come ter me arms,
+sweetie, and confess yer blushin' love. I 'm askin' yer. I 'm askin'
+yer ter be the Duchess.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: But I do not love you, Duke.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>In jest, however, the little rascal perches on his knee.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Make yerself comfertable. Yer husband 's willin'. When I cramps,
+I shifts yer. Kiss me, when yer wants.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: You are an old goose.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Did I hear yer? Does yer hold off fer me ter nag yer? The ol'
+Duke 's waitin' ter fold yer in his lovin' arms.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I do not love you, Duke.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The Captain and Patch-Eye have thrust their heads<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a></span> through the
+opening above the ladder, and they listen with amusement.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'm blowed. I 'm a better man than Patch. I 'm tellin' yer. Is
+it me stump, Betsy? I has n't a hook hand like the Captain. Yer has
+got ter be linked all 'round. There 's no fun, I says, in bein' hugged
+by a one-armed man. Yer would be lop-sided in a week.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: It 's just that I do not love you, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer wounds me feelin's. Does n't I ask yer pretty? Should I have
+waited fer a moon and took yer walkin'? And perched with yer on the
+rocks, with the ol' moon winkin' at yer, shovin' yer on? The Duke 's
+never been refused before. A number o' wery perticerler ladies, arter
+breakfast even, has jest come scamperin'. 'T ain 't Patch, is it
+Betsy? A pretty leetle girl would n't love a feller as has one eye. It
+ain 't the Captain. He ain 't no hand with the ladies. Yer not goin'
+ter tell me it 's Petey? I would n't want yer ter fall in love with a
+blinkin' light.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: You have lovely whiskers, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer can pull one fer the locket that yer wears. Are yer makin'
+fun o' me?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I would n't dare.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Does yer mean it, Betsy? Are yer relentin'? Are yer goin' ter
+say the 'appy word as splices us from keel to topsail? Yer ain 't jest
+a cruel syren are yer, wavin' me on, hopin' I 'll smash meself? Are
+yer winkin' at me like ol' Flint's lantern<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a></span>&mdash;me thinkin' it 's love I
+see, shinin' in yer laughin' eyes?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Why don 't you marry Darlin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Her with one tooth? Yer silly. I boohs at yer. Ol' ladies with
+one hoof inside a coffin does n't make good brides. Yer wants someone
+kinder gay and spry, as yer can pin flowers to.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: She loves you, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Course she does. So does the ol' lady as keeps the tap at the
+Harbor Light, and one-eyed Pol as mops up the liquor that is spilt.
+And youngsters, too. A pretty leetle dear&mdash;jest a cozy armful&mdash;was
+winkin' at me yesterday&mdash;kinder givin' me the snuggle-up. I pities
+'em. It 's their nater, God 'elp 'em, ter love me; but the ol' Duke is
+perticerler. Yer has lovely eyes, Betsy&mdash;blessed leetle mirrors where
+I sees Cupid playin'. They shines like the lights o' a friendly
+harbor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Darlin' cooks roast pig that crackles.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I sets me heart on top me stomich. Ain 't yer comfertable,
+settin' on me knee? Shall I shift yer to me stump? Betsy, I calls
+arter we are married, fetch me down me slipper and lay it on the
+hearth ter warm. Yer husband 's home. And I tosses yer me boot, all
+mud fer cleanin'. And then yer passes the grog. And arter about the
+second cup I limbers up and kisses yer. And then yer sets upon me
+knee. It will be snug on winter evenin's when the blast is blowin'.
+And when we 're married yer can kiss me pretty near as often as yer
+please. And<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a></span> I won 't deny as I won 't like it. The ol' Duke ain 't
+slingin' the permission 'round general. Darlin' nags me. What yer
+laughin' at?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: You silly old man!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer riles me. Once and fer all, will yer marry me? I 'll not
+waste the night argyin' with yer. I 'm not goin' ter tease yer. I 've
+only one knee and it ain 't no bench fer gigglin' girls as pokes fun
+at their betters. I 'll jolt yer till yer teeth rattles. Is it someone
+else? Has yer a priory 'tachment? Red Joe? Is it Red Joe, Betsy? Is he
+snoopin' 'round?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Betsy rises with sobered mood, and walks away.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: There 's somethin' about that young feller I does n't like. He
+'s a snooper. Betsy, does yer get what I 'm talkin' about? I have
+offered ter make yer the Duchess. I 'll buy&mdash;I 'll steal yer a set o'
+red beads. I 'll give yer a sixpence&mdash;without no naggin'&mdash;every time
+yer goes ter town, jest ter spend reckless. I 'll marry yer. I 'll
+take yer ter Minehead and get the piousest parson in the town. Would
+yer like Darlin' fer a bridesmaid&mdash;and grog and angel-cake? Me jest
+settin' ready ter kiss yer every time yer passes it. I 'm blowed! You
+are wickeder than ol' Flint's lantern. It must be Red Joe. Him with
+the smirk! There 's a young feller 'round here, Betsy, as wants ter
+look out fer his wizen.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>But Betsy has run in panic to the kitchen.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I does n't understand 'em. I 'm thinkin'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a></span> the girl 's a fool. A
+ninny I calls her. It 's Red Joe. Off a cliff! Yer said it, Darlin'.
+Off a cliff!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He removes the sprig of flowers and tosses it into the fire.</i></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>And summer's lease hath all too short a date:&mdash;</i></span>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>He retires to the rear of the cabin and strokes the parrot's head. He
+jerks away his hand for fear of being nipped. The ungrateful world has
+turned against him.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/parrot.png" width="144" height="368" alt="parrot" title="parrot" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr8">"Yer as mean as women"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> Yer a spiteful bird. Yer as mean as women. Ninnies I calls 'em.
+It must ha' been the moon. I should ha' waited fer a moon.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He sits on the chest at the rear of the cabin and whittles a little
+ship. Women are a queer lot.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>The Captain and Patch-Eye have climbed down the ladder. They burst
+with jest. The Captain sits on the chair by the fire, mimicing the
+posture of the Duke. Patch-Eye perches on his knee.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Darlin' loves yer, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Course she does. They all does. Youngsters, too&mdash;winkin' and
+givin' me the snuggle-up.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer has lovely whiskers, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer can pull one, Betsy, fer the locket that yer wears.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>But the Duke ends the burlesque by upsetting the chair. The Captain
+and Patch-Eye, chuckling at their jest, sit to a game of cards. The
+Duke returns to the chest. Once in a while he lays down the ship and
+seems to be thinking. The broken crystal of the fortune-teller lies on
+the floor. He picks it up and puts it to his eye, as if the future may
+still show upon its face. He is preoccupied with his disappointment
+and his bitter thoughts.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>Darlin', meantime, is heard singing in the kitchen with her dishes.</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Fer griddle cakes I 've a nimble wrist<br />
+And I tosses 'em 'igh on a spoon.<br />
+And the Duke and Patch yer can hardly match<br />
+Fer their breakfast they stretch till noon.<br />
+And I heaps the fire and I greases the iron,<br />
+And the Duke, he kisses me thumb.<br />
+Me Darlin', me dear, it 's perfectly clear<br />
+I 've lovin' yer better than rum.<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="noind"><i>Patch, also sings.</i></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+She 's cooked fer sailors worn down to the bone,<br />
+Till they rolls like the Captain's gig.<br />
+At soup and stew we are never through,<br />
+But our fav'rite dish is pig.<br />
+And she cuts off slabs and passes 'em 'round,<br />
+And the Duke, he takes her hand.<br />
+Me Darlin', me love, by the gods above,<br />
+Yer a cook fer a pirate band.
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="noind"><i>And now Darlin' again.</i></p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+Me grog is the best. It is made o' rum,<br />
+And I stirs in sugar, too.<br />
+And a hogshead vast will hardly last<br />
+A merry evenin' through.<br />
+And I fills the cups till mornin' comes,<br />
+And the Duke, he talks like a loon.<br />
+Me Darlin', me life, will yer be me wife,<br />
+And elope by the light o' the moon.<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Let all the tinware crash!</i>)</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/card.png" width="70" height="95" alt="ace of spades" title="ace of spades" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr9">"Did n't yer ever play Black-ace at the Rusty Anchor?"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Captain</span>:</span> (<i>as he throws down his cards</i>). There! I done yer. Yer a
+child at cards, Patch. How ain 't it that yer never learnt? Did n't
+yer ever play black-ace at the Rusty Anchor down Greenwich way? Crack
+me hook, I 've played with ol' Flint hisself, settin' in the leetle
+back room. With somethin' wet and warmin' now and then, jest ter keep
+the stomich cozy. Never stopped till Ph&#339;bus's fiery eye looked in
+the winder.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Poor ol' Flint! I never sees his clock up there but I drops a
+tear.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer cries as easy as a crocodile. And yer as innercent at
+cards as&mdash;as a baby bitin' at his coral, a cooin' leetle pirate.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It 's frettin' does it, Captain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What 's frettin' yer?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It 's what the ol' lady said last night. She hung me ter a
+gibbet, jest like ol' Flint. There 's a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a></span> gibbet, Captain, on Wappin'
+wharf, jest 'round the corner from the Sailors' Rest. Does yer
+remember it, Captain? It makes yer grog belch on yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: (<i>to tease and frighten Patch</i>). Aye. There was two sailormen
+hangin' there when I comes in a year ago.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Horrers!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Jest swingin' in the wind, and tryin' ter get their toes down
+comfertable. (<i>He has hooked two empty mugs and he rocks them back and
+forth.</i>) Jest reachin' with their footies ter ease theirselves.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/hanging.png" width="454" height="233" alt="pirates hanging" title="pirates hanging" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"Jest swingin' in the wind"<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: The ol' lady last night made me a wee bit creepy. Gibbets and
+Wappin' wharf ain 't nothin' ter talk about.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I never see a flock o' crows but I asks their pardon fer
+keepin' 'em waitin' fer their supper. Crows, Patch, is fond o' yer as
+yer are, without<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a></span> neither sauce ner gravy&mdash;jest pickin' 'appy, soup
+ter nuts, at yer dry ol' bones. Here 's ol' Patch, they says, waitin'
+in the platter fer his 'ungry guests ter come.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Me stomich 's turned keel up.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Patch, yer ain 't got spunk ter be a pirate. Yer as soft as
+Petey's pussycat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I ain 't, ain 't I? Was n't it me as nudged the Captain o' the
+Northern Star off his poop&mdash;when he were n't lookin'? Him with a
+pistol in his boot! Did n't I hit Bill, the bos'n, with a
+marline-spike&mdash;jest afore he woke up? Sweet dreams, I says, and I
+tapped him gentle. I got a lot o' spunk. Bill did n't wake up, he did
+n't. Was n't it me, Captain, that started that mutiny? Was n't it me?
+I 'm askin' yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Still braggin' o' that ol' time. It was more 'n four years
+ago. What yer done since? Jest loadin' yer stomich&mdash;jest gruntin' and
+wallerin' in the trough&mdash;jest braggin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I ain 't 'fraid o' nothin'&mdash;'cept a gibbet. (<i>For a moment the
+ugly word sticks in his gullet.</i>) But the ol' lady kinder got me. Yer
+looked down yer nose yerself, Captain&mdash;askin' yer pardon.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Struck me, Patch, she was jest a wee bit flustered by Red
+Joe. Did yer notice how she sat and looked at the glass? And would n't
+say nothin'? Jest nothin' at all.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: And then the ol' dear's fingers slipped and the glass was
+broke.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: It looks almost as if she done it a purpose.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The Duke has been thinking all of this time with necessary
+contortions of the face. It is amazing how these help on a knotty
+problem.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Course she done it a purpose. It was ter stop me lookin' 'cross
+her shoulder in the glass.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What does yer think she saw?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Was it blood drippin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'll tell yer. I 'll tell yer.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>But he continues whittling.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Well, ain 't we listenin', Duke?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Jest strainin' our ears.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'll tell yer. I squinted in the glass, meself, arter it was
+broke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span> and <span class="smcap">Patch</span>: What did yer see?</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>There is intense silence. The Duke comes forward to the table. He
+taps his fingers sagely. He looks mysteriously at his fellow pirates.
+They put their heads together. The Duke sinks his voice. In such
+posture and accent was the gunpowder plot hatched out.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Nothin'! Jest nothin'!</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>The strain is over. They relax.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: The Duke, he jest seen nothin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Jest nothin' at all.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/patch.png" width="186" height="181" alt="Patch" title="Patch" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr10">"I 'spects nothin' from Patch"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> That 's what gets me. If the <i>ol' lady</i> 'd seen nothin', she
+would n't took ter fidgettin'. And therefore she seen <i>somethin'</i>.
+Does yer foller? You, Captain? I 'spects nothin' from Patch.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer hurts me feelin's, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Somethin' 's wrong. Somethin' 's wrong with Red Joe.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Red Joe 's a right smart feller, I says.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: He can shoot as straight as ol' Flint. Barin' meself, Joe 's
+as straight a shot as I 've seen in many a year. Patch, agin him, is
+jest a crooked stick.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Pick on the Duke jest once, why does n't yer?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ease off, mates! Red Joe ain 't goin' ter hang on no gibbet.
+'Cause why? 'Cause I 'm tellin' yer. I 'll tell yer what the ol' lady
+seen in the glass.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Once more the Duke draws the pirates around him. He is Guy Faux and
+the wicked Bothwell rolled together.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: We 're listenin', Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Like kittens at a mouse-hole.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Captain, it 's deuced strange that Red Joe's ship&mdash;nary a stick
+o' her&mdash;never come ter shore. Does yer remember a wreck 'long here
+where nothin' washed ter shore?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer right, Duke. I never did.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Does you remember one, stoopid?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I does n't remember one this minute, Duke.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ol' Flint, he had a pigtail, did n't he? And you 've a pigtail,
+Captain, has n't yer? And Patch-Eye, he 's got what he calls a
+pigtail.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Spinach, I calls it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: And ol' Pew, he 'd got a pigtail, ain 't he? And every blessed
+man as sailed with him. I 'm tellin' yer, Captain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: The sea-cook, he did n't have one.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Sea-cooks ain 't sailormen. They 're swabs. Jest indoor swabs.
+Did yer ever see a pirate snipped all 'round like a landlubber, with
+nary a whisp behind?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer can rot me keel, Duke, I never did.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I agrees with the Captain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Red Joe, he ain 't got a pigtail.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: No more he ain 't.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Was n't it Noah, Captain; as got his pigtail cut by some
+designin' woman? Does yer think Red Joe 's gone and met a schemin'
+wixen?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I scorns yer igerence. Yer thinks o' Jonah.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Well? Well? I 've told yer Red Joe ain 't got a pigtail. Does
+n't yer smell anythin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: (<i>as he turns his head and sniffs audibly</i>). I can 't say as
+I sniffs nothin'&mdash;leastways, nothin' perticerler. I smells a bit o'
+grog, perhaps.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I gets a whiff o' garlic from the kitchen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: The two o' yer never can smell nothin' when there 's garlic or
+grog around. I 'm askin' yer pardon, Captain. Does Red Joe talk like a
+pirate?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a></span> Sink me, he can 't rip an oath. Did yer ever know a pirate
+which could n't talk fluent?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What 's bitin' yer, Duke?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ain 't I tellin' yer?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Ain 't we listenin'?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Jest hangin' on yer tongue?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Captain, you and me and Patch has seen a heap o' sights. We
+knows the ocean. We knows her when she 's blue and when she 's kickin'
+'igher than a gallow's tree.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: We has been ter Virginy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: We has traded slaves at the Barbadoes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: And does n't we set around o' nights and swap the sights we
+seen&mdash;mermaids and sea-serpents and such? Did yer jest once ever hear
+Red Joe tell what he 's seen? Yer can sink me stern up with all lights
+burnin', if I think the feller 's ever been beyond the Isle o' Dogs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What 's bitin' yer, Duke?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's jest this. Red Joe ain 't no pirate. He 's a landlubber.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He says this as you or I might call a man a snake.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: (<i>And now a great light comes to him. He is proud of his
+swift perception. He leans across the table to share his secret with
+Patch.</i>) I seem ter get what Duke means. He 's hintin', Patch, that
+Red Joe ain 't a pirate.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: If he ain 't a pirate, what is he? I asks yer that.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: (<i>as he brings down his fist for emphasis</i>). He 's a bloomin'
+spy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: A spy! (<i>He gives a long-drawn whistle as the truth breaks on
+him.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: If I thought he was a spy, I 'd ketch him right here with me
+dirk. I hates spies worse 'n empty bottles.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I 'd scrape him with me hook.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/hook.png" width="460" height="626" alt="hook" title="hook" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"I 'd scrape him with me hook"<br /><br /></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 've been thinkin', Captain, while you and Patch has been
+amusin' yerselves. Askin' yer pardon, Captain, but cards rots the
+mind. Did yer ever know a pirate that ain 't drunk at the Port Light
+on Wappin' wharf?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Not as yet I never did. I never knowed a pirate as did n't
+have a double-barreled nose fer grog.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Well, when Red Joe comes in, we 'll jest ask him. And we 'll ask
+him if he ever played black-ace at the Rusty Anchor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: It ain 't no night ter have spies about. With the Royal 'Arry
+comin' on so pretty.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: And jest gettin' ready ter smash hisself.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: That innercent ship will be due in less 'n half an hour.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: If Red Joe is a spy, by the fiery beard o' Satan, I 'm
+tellin' yer that dead men tell no tales.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He lifts the terrible hook and claws the air.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Askin' yer pardon, Captain, bein' as it was me as smelled him
+out, won 't yer let me slit his wizen? I does it pretty, without
+mussin' up the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a></span> cabin. I ain 't askin' favors often, Captain. And I
+'ve 'ticerler reasons&mdash;reasons as touches me heart. (<i>For a moment he
+is almost sentimental.</i>) Reasons as touches me heart! Red Joe 's been
+snoopin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I loves yer, Duke. There ain 't much as I won 't let yer
+have. And jest ter show yer that I 'm all cut up by this here
+snoopin', when I 'm dead I 'll will yer this ol' hook o' mine, as has
+scraped a hundred men.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer honors me, Captain. And if I is shoveled in first, me stump
+is yourn.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: It 's handsome of yer, Duke. And I 'll not be jolly till a
+year is up&mdash;jest like a widder.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Yer touches me. I 'll tie a black ribbon on yer hook.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>At this pathetic moment Darlin' is heard singing in the kitchen.</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+And I fills the cups till mornin' comes,<br />
+And the Duke, he talks like a loon.<br />
+Me Darlin', me life, will yer be me wife,<br />
+And elope by the light o' the moon?<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>There is a stamping of boots outside. The pirates put their fingers
+on their lips. They are innocence itself. The Duke scratches the head
+of the parrot. The strange bird declines to taste his grog. Patch-Eye
+shuffles the cards. The Captain hooks the mugs toward him one by one
+for the last drops of their precious liquor. Red Joe enters. Also,
+Darlin' from the kitchen.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Hello, mates! Evening, Captain! Are n't you cozy! As peaceful as
+old ladies with their darning. I 've just come from seeing Petey, up
+at the lighthouse. Petey says that along in about fifteen minutes the
+Royal Harry will be showing around the cliff. Is n't it time, Captain,
+to set up the lantern where 's she 's useful?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: <i>Is n't</i> it? Did yer hear that, Captain? <i>Ain 't</i> it, is what
+Red Joe means.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Right yer are, Joey. We must be trottin'.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What 's the name o' that tavern, Joe, at Wappin' wharf where we
+gets the uncommon grog?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Wappin' wharf? I 'm blessed if the name 's not gone from me. The
+grog 's nothing to Darling's.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What does yer call the tavern on the Isle o' Dogs?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I 'm remembering the rum. What 's the use of looking at the
+signboard?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: How does yer sight ter turn the bar at Guinea?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Sorry, Duke. It was my watch below. I was snoring when we turned.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What happened to yer pigtail?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Where does we ship the niggers?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Ain 't yer got a mermaid on yer chest?</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The pirates have risen and come forward. Their questions are put
+faster and with insolence. Dirk and hook are drawn. Joe stands in an
+easy, careless attitude. He seems ignorant of danger. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a></span> has taken a
+coal from the fire and slowly, deliberately, with back to the menace,
+he lights his pipe. Then suddenly he drops it from his teeth. He leaps
+to action. He draws his knife&mdash;two knives, one for each hand. He kicks
+away a chair, for room. He drives the pirates across the cabin. The
+candle&mdash;all the mugs upon the table&mdash;rattle to the stones. He cries
+out with bravado.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Who offers me his carcass first? What! Is pirate blood so thin
+and white?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>The pirates stand with knives drawn. It is an awkward moment of
+social precedence.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: (<i>safe in the farthest corner</i>). It 's me patch, Captain. It 's
+fetched loose. I follers yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Come, Duke, and take your answer! Have you no stomach for my
+message? 'Fore God, is there no black ram to lead his sheep to the
+shearing?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Joe's is a dangerous gayety. His two knives glisten in the candle
+light.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Scrape him with yer hook, Captain, I follers yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: My knife frets. It is thirsty for thick red wine. Who offers me
+his cask to tap? I 'll pledge the King, although it is a dirty
+vintage. Come, Captain, I 'll carve you to a dainty morsel. We 'll
+have fresh meat for the platter. You 'll not be known from scared
+rabbit-flesh.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He drives them around the table. Patch takes refuge behind the door.
+Darlin's red stockings run up the ladder.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: You bearded hound!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: He 's tauntin' yer, Captain. Hand him the hook! The Duke and me
+is back o' yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Do you fear to cheat the gibbet on Wapping wharf? A knife 's a
+sweeter end. Who comes first? I 'll help him across the Styx. Or sink
+or swim! Flint waits in hell for three whelps to join his crew.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Captain, I 'm 'sprized at yer good nater. Scrape him one!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Who comes to the barber first? Cowards! I 'll ram your pigtails
+down your throats. I 'll wash your dirt in blood.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The Duke proves to be the strategist. He has edged to the rear of
+the cabin. He circles behind Red Joe. And now in a flash he leaps on
+him. Joe is buried under the three pirates, for Patch's valor returns
+when Joe is down. Joe is tied with ropes and fastened to an upright at
+the chimneyside. This is the terrible, glorious moment, now that the
+fight is over, when the actor-manager, as I first read the play&mdash;as
+explained in the preface (you really must read the preface)&mdash;turned
+his excited somersault down the carpet.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Did yer notice, Captain, how I took him by the throat? He was
+squirmin' loose when I grabbed him. It was me tripped him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Captain, I asks yer a favor. Can I stick him now. Dead men tell
+no tales.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Captain, yer jest makes a pet o' the Duke. Ain 't it my turn? I
+gets rusty.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Let the Duke do it. He has more reasons than Patch.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/lantern.png" width="188" height="250" alt="lantern" title="lantern" class="floatl" />
+<span class="floatcapl6">"It 's full o' ile"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Captain</span>:</span> Lay off, me hearties! Does n't yer know we 're in a hurry?
+Red Joe 's kickin' up has wasted a heap o' time. The Royal 'Arry will
+be showin' 'round the cliff any minute now. Red Joe 's safe. He 's
+tied up double. We 'll have a merry party arterward&mdash;with grog and
+angel cake. It 's business afore pleasure. Here, Duke, take the
+lantern. (<i>He shakes it.</i>) It 's full o' ile. Jest stir yer timber
+stump, Duke. Yer can foller, Patch. Yer follers better 'n yer leads.
+Some folks is pussycats.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: He 's pokin' fun at yer, ol' lionheart.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer hurts me feelin's.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I 'll hurt yer in a fatter place&mdash;where yer sits&mdash;if yer does
+n't step along. Yer a yeller-livered, maggoty land fish. I curbs me
+tongue. I scorns yer worse 'n cow's milk. Go 'long, afore I loosens up
+and tells yer what yer are!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: In about two minutes that blessed eye o' Petey will go out.
+We must set up the lantern afore the Royal 'Arry sticks her nose in
+sight.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: By by, Joey. See yer later, ol' angel cake. Yer has jest time
+ter say "Now I lay me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: How 's the night, Duke?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Blacker than the Earl o' Hell's top-boots.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I 'll jest stick me apron on me head and go 'long, too. It
+ain 't proper fer a lady as has me temptin' beauty ter be left alone
+with snoopers.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>The cabin is empty except for Red Joe. He strains at his cords, but
+is tied fast. You hear the voices of the pirates singing in the
+distance.</i>)</p>
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="lyrics">
+<tr>
+<td>
+I agrees ter this and ter give 'em bliss&mdash;<br />
+From Pew I learned the trick&mdash;<br />
+I push 'em wide o' the wessel's side,<br />
+And poke 'em down with a stick.<br />
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>As soon as the pirates have left the cabin Betsy enters. She sees
+Joe but passes him in fright. She runs to the window and shields her
+eyes to see into the darkness.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: God help the poor sailormen!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Betsy! Betsy! For the love of God!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Suddenly the lighthouse light vanishes. And almost at once the
+ship's lantern shows at the window to the left. All sounds are
+hushed.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: The ship 's in sight. I see her lights. She has rounded the
+farther cliff. I see her turning. She heads in from the sea. Her three
+masts are in line. She steers for the lantern. God have mercy! She 'll
+strike in another minute. (<i>She stuffs her ears and runs from the
+window.</i>) I can 't bear to listen. I can 't bear to look.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Betsy! Betsy! Do you hear? Margaret! Margaret!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>At the sound of Margaret she lifts her head, buried in her arms. She
+runs toward Joe. Her wits seem dazed.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Quick! Margaret! Margaret! That knife! That knife on the stones!
+Margaret, cut me loose!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Still dazed, moving as if in a dream, Betsy picks up the knife. She
+cuts Joe's cords. Joe seizes the gun that leans against the clock. He
+takes deliberate aim through the window. He fires. The window glass is
+shattered. The ship's lantern is hit. The light vanishes. He replaces
+the gun. Betsy stands beside him, looking in his face.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: You 've hit it! Thank God! The light is shattered. (<i>Then,
+after a pause.</i>) I seem to remember now. My name is Margaret. I
+remember&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: What do you remember?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: A great staircase&mdash;a room, with shadows from a candle. And when
+I was afraid, a lady sang to me. And she set the candle so that the
+fearful giant upon the wall ran off, and I was safe.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: What else do you remember?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I remember&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Margaret, do you remember me?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Margaret looks at him and a new memory is stirred.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Yes, I remember you. Were you not a great tall lad whose
+crook'd elbow was level with my head? And once we climbed a tower&mdash;or
+do I recall a dream? You held me so that I might see the waves
+breaking on the rocks below. Then with level eyes we looked upon the
+sea, and cried out our discovery<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a></span> of each glistening sail. Are these
+things real? One morning you mounted horse, and I was held aloft so
+that you might stoop and kiss me. You rode off with a clatter on the
+stones. You turned and waved your hat. And now you have come back. You
+are Hal. We were playmates once.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: And by luck and God's help we shall be playmates once again.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He puts his arms around her and kisses her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Quick, Hal! You must escape. Quick! Before the pirates come.
+Follow the path to the village! You can escape by the Royal Harry.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>They are running to the door when there is a sound of voices on the
+path outside. Joe has just time to put himself in the posture in which
+the pirates left him. The pirates and Darlin' enter in dejection.
+Betsy runs to the kitchen.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Blast me, the lantern 's out!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Rot me, but there were an explosion!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Poof! And there were n't no lantern!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What done it? What done it? I asks yer.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>They stand at the window and look toward the ocean.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: She is still headed on. Her nose is still pointin' toward the
+cliff.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What 's that?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I hears the rattlin' o' chains. She 's droppin' anchor. She has
+sniffed the willainy. Her anchor 's down. She 's saved hisself. Blow
+me, she 's saved hisself.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer can hang me ter a gibbet.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer can rot me bones.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Me heart 's gone palpy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What done it? What done it? I asks yer.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>At this point let us hope that the curtain does not stick.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class="center"><br />
+<img src="images/whatdoneit.png" width="334" height="300" alt="What done it?" title="What done it?" />
+</p>
+
+<p class="caption">"What done it? I asks yer"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="center">
+<img src="images/act3.png" width="460" height="248" alt="Act III" title="Act III" />
+</p>
+
+<h3>ACT III</h3>
+
+
+<p class="hang"><i>The scene is the same as before. We have given up all hope of a
+pirate ship rocking on the sea. Our plot still twists us around its
+little finger. The curtain rises on the tableau of the second act. Old
+Petey shows again at the window to the right.</i></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What done it? What done it? I asks yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Jest when everythin' was goin' pretty.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Jest when she was about ter hit.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Me heart near stopped&mdash;I was that excited.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>The pirates sit in deep dejection.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: The mystery o' this business is how the blinkin' lantern went
+out.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Ol' Petey done his part.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: He doused herself in time.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: It was the lantern done it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: When there were n't no light at all, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a></span> Royal 'Arry, she jest
+sniffed willainy and dropped anchor.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I was repeatin' Smash yer devil! Smash yer devil!&mdash;kinder
+hurryin' her on.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: I was sayin' Now I lay me&mdash;throbbin' with excitement.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It was n't ile. I put ile in the lantern meself. Captain, yer
+seen me put in ile.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I seen yer. And I swished it meself ter be sure.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Nothin 's been right since that ol' lady hanged me ter a
+gibbet.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: There we was watchin'&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Pop!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: And all of a sudden&mdash;quicker 'n seven devils&mdash;the bloomin'
+lantern went all ter pieces. It 's grog, I says. Snakes is next. It
+were a comfert to the ol' Captain ter know that all o' yer seen it. I
+seen a yeller rhinoceros once, runnin' along with purple mice&mdash;all
+alone I seen it&mdash;and it kinder sickened me o' rum.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Does yer think the lantern exploded?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Did yer ever hear o' a ship's lantern explodin'? I asks yer,
+Captain.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer talks silly, Patch. That lantern has hung fer twenty year
+on ol' Flint's ship&mdash;swingin' easy and contented all 'round the
+Horn&mdash;and it ain 't never exploded once.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Swabs' lanterns explode, stoopid. Ships' lanterns don 't.
+Captain, I feels as mournful as when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a></span> Flint's clock did n't tick no
+more and we knowed he was took by the blessed angels.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I ain 't meself as gay as a cuckoo&mdash;not quite I ain 't.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Ever since that ol' lady&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Lay off on that ol' lady!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>They sit in silence, in dejection. All stare stupidly at the floor.
+For a moment it seems as if nothing more will be said and the audience
+might as well go home. But presently the Duke sees something at the
+rear of the cabin. He looks as you or I would look if we saw a yellow
+elephant taking its after-dinner coffee in the sitting-room; but, as
+he is a pirate, he is not frightened&mdash;merely interested and intent. He
+brushes his hand before his eyes, to make sure it is no delusion&mdash;not
+grog or rum. Then he rises softly. He crosses to the window. Very
+gently he touches the glass. He finds it is really broken. He loosens
+a piece of the shattered glass. The others are sunk in such melancholy
+that they do not observe him.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>He gazes through the window, studying the direction of the broken
+ship's lantern. He traces the angle with his finger. The gesture ends
+with an accusing finger pointing at Red Joe. He whistles softly. For a
+moment his eye rests upon the gun, which leans against the clock. He
+has guessed the riddle. He advances casually, but with dirk in hand.
+He comes in front of Joe. Suddenly he presses the blade of his dirk
+against Joe's stomach.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Captain! Captain! Quick! Tie him up!</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Joe is bound again with rope.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's him that done it. It 's Red Joe.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: How did he get loose?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: (<i>as he points to the knife on the floor</i>). Does yer see that
+knife? Does yer see Joe? I 'm tellin' yer. It was him shot out the
+lantern.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Did n't I help ter tie him meself?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Askin' yer pardon, Captain, but you and Patch has the brains o'
+a baby aligator. A stuffed rhinocopoterus is pos'-lutely nothin'.
+Askin' yer pardon fer speakin' so plain. I does all yer thinkin' for
+yer. There 's some folks settin' here as are fat-headed, and thinks
+ships' lanterns explode.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Easy now, ol' dear. Yer alers pitchin' inter me, 'cause I 'm
+good-natered.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Red Joe, I calls yer a dirty spy. A swab! A landlubber! Fer
+one copper farthin' I 'd ketch yer one with this hook.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It was me discovered him. I asks yer, Captain, ter leave Red Joe
+ter me. I hates him most perticerler.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Betsy enters from the kitchen.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Did you call, Captain?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Nobody ain 't callin' yer, dearie. Now jest toddle back to
+the kitchen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: This ain 't no place fer a leetle girl. It will give yer bad
+dreams. Mince pie 's nothin'.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Betsy attempts to leave the cabin by the door that leads to the
+cliffs&mdash;the door at the rear of the cabin.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Where you goin', Betsy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: I 've an errand in the village.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Well, yer ain 't goin'. It ain 't no night fer a leetle girl ter
+be out. I ain 't goin' ter have me Duchess snifflin' with a cold. Go
+to grandma! It was me discovered him, Captain. I 'm askin' yer a
+favor. He 's a snooper.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Captain, I gets rusty.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Lay off, me hearties. Duke! Patch! I loves both o' yer. I
+loves yer equal, like two mugs o' grog as is full alike. Yer can pitch
+dice ter see which does it.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He places the dice cup on the table beside the candle. The Duke and
+Patch take their places. Betsy, under cover of this centered interest,
+runs to Red Joe, who whispers to her.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/dice.png" width="150" height="162" alt="dice" title="dice" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr11">"The leetle bones is me friends"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> I drops 'em in me mug, so 's they can get a smell o' rum. The
+leetle bones is me friends. I never throws less 'n a five spot. I
+makes a pint o' shakin' the bones till they rattles jolly. I likes the
+sound o' it even better 'n the blessed scrapin' o' a spoon what 's
+stirrin' grog. Write it on me tombstone&mdash;if I rots ashore&mdash;He was the
+kinder feller as never throwed less 'n a five spot.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Go 'long, Duke. Bones, as is kept waitin', sulks.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: One or three?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: One 's enough. I 'm talkin' to yer, bones. I wants sixes,
+sweeties.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>As he throws Betsy jostles the candle with her arm. It overturns and
+falls. The cabin is dark. You can see her run from the cabin and pass
+the windows to the left.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Now yer done it!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: You is all thumbs, Betsy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Easy, mates! It were jest an accident. Betsy, fetch a seacoal
+from the hearth! Betsy! We ain 't goin' ter wallop yer. Where are yer,
+Betsy?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Come out o' yer hidin'!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: I 'll light the candle meself.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He takes it to the fire, lights it and returns to the table.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: There yer are&mdash;blazin' like ol' Petey. Yer had better sit
+down, Betsy. Crack me stump, where is the girl?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Kinder silly o' her ter run away. We ain 't never walloped her.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Women 's silly folks. I calls 'em ninnies. It don 't do no good
+tryin' ter understand 'em. Now then, ol' lionheart, are yer ready?
+(<i>He throws.</i>) Two fives! I 've done yer, Patch.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>It is Patch's turn. He kisses the cubes.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Yer as sweet as honey. Tell me yer loves me. Me dirk is itchin'
+fer yer answer. Luck 's a lady as dotes on me. (<i>He throws.</i>) A pair
+o' sixes! Does yer see it, Duke? Stick yer blinkin' eye right<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a></span> down
+agin the table! It 's me, Captain. (<i>He rises and draws his knife.</i>)
+Joey are yer ready?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: God, if I were loose I 'd take you by the dirty gullet and twist
+it until you roared. I 'd kick you off my path like a snarling cur. Of
+what filth does nature sometimes compound a man! Shall a skunk walk
+two-legged to infect the air? Three cowards will hang on Wapping wharf
+before the month is up.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Are n't meanin' us, are yer Joey?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: And I 'll tell you more.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Ain 't we listenin' to yer? Yer can talk spry, as Patch here
+has a leetle job ter do, and it 's nearin' bed time.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: We does n't want ter sit up late and lose our beauty sleep jest
+listenin' to a speech.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: A pirate takes his chance of death. You guard your dirty skins by
+wrecking ships upon the rocks. You dare not pit yourselves against a
+breathing victim. Like carrion-crows you sit to a vile and bloated
+banquet.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Tip me the wink, Captain, when yer has heard enough.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Stand off, you whelp! The King of England fights in France&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Ain 't yer 'shamed that you is not there ter help?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I 'll tell you why I am not in France. I swore to his majesty
+that I would clear his coast of pirates. My plans are made. The
+channel is swept<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a></span> by gunboats. They will close in on you tomorrow&mdash;you
+and all the dirty vermin that befoul these cliffs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: He talks so big, ye 'd think he was the King himself.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Everyone laughs at this. The Duke takes the cloak from the chest. In
+derision he hangs it across Red Joe's shoulders.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: We 'll play ch'rades. Here 's yer costume, Joey. There! It fits
+yer like the skin o' a snake. We makes yer King. Yer looks like yer
+was paradin' in St. James's park, lampin' a Duchess.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Does yer majesty need a new 'igh chancellor. I asks yer fer it.
+I wants a fine house in London town, runnin' ter the Strand, and
+peacocks struttin' in the garden.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: King, I asks yer ter cast yer gig on me. I 'd be a right
+smart Archbishop o' Canterbury. Me whiskers is 'clesiastical.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I offers meself, King, as Lord 'Igh Admiral o' the Navy. I
+swears fluent.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Has yer a Princess vacant? I lolls graceful on a throne.
+(<i>The horrid creature spits.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: 'Vast there, me hearties! I 'm thinkin' I 'm hearin' the
+sound o' footsteps.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: (<i>to Patch</i>). Did yer lordship hear any sound?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Askin' your Grice's pardon, I did n't ketch a thing. Did you
+hear anythin', Princess?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: There 's nothin' come ter me pearly ears.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Silence! I wants ter listen.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>No sound is heard.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Well, Patch, yer had better get yer dirk ready. I 'm uncommon
+sleepy. I wants ter get ter bed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Ketch him a deep one, Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I takes it mighty kind o' you, Captain. Yer has alers been a
+lovin' father ter me. Joey, I 'll tell yer what yer are. Yer the kind
+o' feller I hates most perticerler. Yer a spy! Say yer prayers, you
+hissin' snake!</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>He sharpens his dirk and gayly tests it on his whiskers.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: My wasted day is done. In the tempest's wrack the stars are dim
+and faith 's the only compass. Now or hereafter, what matters it? The
+sun will gild the meadows as of yesteryear. The moon will fee the
+world with silver coin. And all across the earth men will traffic on
+their little errands until nature calls them home. I am a stone cast
+in a windy pool where scarce a ripple shows. Life 's but a candle in
+the wind. Mine will not burn to socket.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: He 's all wound up like a clock&mdash;jest tickin' words.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Patch, Joe is tellin' us poetical that his wick has burned
+right down to the bottle. Yer had better put it out, without more
+hesitatin'.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>And now, as they are intent for the coming blow&mdash;suddenly!
+quietly!&mdash;a woman's hand and arm&mdash;a claw, rather, with long, thin,
+shrivelled fingers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a></span>&mdash;have come in sight at the window with the broken
+glass.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>It quite terrifies me as I write. My pencil shakes. Old ladies will
+want to scream.</i></p>
+
+<p class="hangbl"><i>The fingers grope along the sill. They fumble on the wall. They
+stretch to reach the gun which stands beside the clock. Another inch
+and they will grasp it and Red Joe will be saved. The arm rubs against
+the pendulum of the clock. It swings and the clock starts to tick. And
+still no one has seen the terrible hand. And now the fingers are
+thrust blindly against the gun. It falls with a clatter on the stones.
+The hand and arm disappear. But Darlin' has seen the swinging pendulum
+and shrieks.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Does yer see it, Captain?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Horrers!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's never went since Flint was hanged.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: And would n't run till his death 's revenged and him layin'
+peaceful in his coffin.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Does yer think it 's grog? Does all o' yer see it?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: What done it?</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>From the distance is heard a long-drawn whistle.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: What 's that?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It makes me jumpy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It ain 't a night when folks whistles jest fer cows and such.
+Finish yer job, Patch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Are yer feared o' somethin' special, Duke?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Feared? If we ain 't quick, there 'll be a gibbet fer all o' us.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Ain 't the clock tickin' peaceful?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: She ain 't got no right ter tick. It 's like a dead man
+talkin'.</p>
+
+<p><img src="images/sword2.png" width="212" height="241" alt="sword" title="sword" class="floatr" />
+<span class="floatcapr12">"I 'll be wipin off a streak o' red upon me breeks"</span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Duke</span>:</span> Quick! Give me the knife! I 'll stick it in him. And when I 'm
+done, we scatters. There 's trouble brewin'. Termorrer night, when the
+tide is out, we meets at the holler cave. And may the devil lend a
+helpin' hand. Snooper, are yer ready? Does yer see this here blade
+shinin' in the candle? In about one minute I 'll be wipin' off a
+streak o' red upon me breeks. Flint&mdash;blessin' on yer gentle soul!&mdash;yer
+can rest in peace!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>He approaches Joe with upraised knife. Suddenly he cries out.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It 's him the fortin-teller mentioned. It 's the man in a velvet
+cloak!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: It 's him! Me God! Me hook!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>With a growl of rage the pirates leap forward toward Joe, but are
+arrested by the sound of running feet. Into the cabin rushes the
+sailor captain, followed by three sailors. The sailor captain cries
+"</i>'Vast there!<i>" and the pirates turn to face his men. They<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a></span> put up a
+fight worthy of old Flint. Darlin', to escape the rough-and-tumble
+runs half way up the ladder. The table is overturned. The stools are
+kicked across the room. Even the precious grog is spilled. But the
+pirates' valor is insufficient. They are overpowered at last and tied.
+Red Joe's cords are cut. Into the cabin Betsy comes running, followed
+by old Meg.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Joe! Hal! Thank God, you are safe.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Margaret!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span>: I am the captain of the Royal Harry.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Captain, I charge you to arrest these men.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span>: Yes, your Royal Highness.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Royal 'Ighness? Did yer hear what he said?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: 'Ighness nothin'. He 's jest a snooper.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She sits on the floor, with her head on the Duke's knee. She is
+staunch to the last&mdash;a true cook for a pirates' band.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: You will transport them in chains to London to wait their
+sentence by a court of law.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span>: Yes, your majesty.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: You mistake me, Captain. My father is the King of England. I am
+but the Prince of Wales.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span>: Alas, sire, we bring you heavy news. Your Royal
+Father, the King of England, has been killed, fighting gloriously on
+the soil of France.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Bear with me. My grief has leaped the channel. My thought is a
+silent mourner at my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a></span> father's grave. Shall a King sink to the measure
+of a mound of turf for the tread of a peasant's foot? Where is now the
+ermine robe, the glistening crown, the harness of a fighting hour, the
+sceptre that marked the giddy office, the voice, the flashing eye that
+stirred a coward to bravery, the iron gauntlet shaking in the pallid
+face of France? All&mdash;all covered by a spadeful of country earth.
+Captain, has Calais fallen to our army's siege? Are the French lilies
+plucked for England's boutoniere?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span>: Calais has fallen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Then God be praised even in this hard hour. By heaven's help I
+throw off the idle practice of my youth. The empty tricks and trivial
+habits of the careless years, I renounce them all. A wind has scoured
+the sullen clouds of youth. My past has been a ragged garment, stained
+with heedless hours. Tonight I cast it off, like a coat that is out at
+elbow. My father henceforth lives in me.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>Meg, at her entrance, has sniffed the wasted grog. Her nose, surer
+than a hazel wand, inclines above the hearth. She bends to the lovely
+puddle. She employs and tastes her dripping finger&mdash;covertly, with
+mannerly regard to the Prince's rhetoric&mdash;sucking in secret his good
+health and happy returns, so to speak. The liquor warms her
+tongue&mdash;not to drunkenness, but to ease and comfort. The hearth-stone
+is her tavern chair.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: (<i>not boisterously&mdash;with just a flip of her trickling finger, as
+if it were a foaming cup</i>). Hooray!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a></span> I wants ter be the first, yer
+Majesty, ter swear allegiance to yer throne. I saw yer future in the
+glass. Ol' Meg knowed yer, like she had rocked yer in the cradle. I
+told yer I would come in yer hour o' danger. It was me reached through
+the winder fer the gun ter save yer. It was me whistle that yer heard,
+dearie, hurryin' up the sailormen as Betsy went ter fetch.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Thanks my good woman. We grant you a pension for your love.</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>She quests back to her pool of grog. She finds a spoon. She sits to
+the delicious salvage, with back against the chimney and woolen legs
+out-stretched. Speeches to her are nothing now. We cannot expect her
+help in winding up our play. The burden falls on Joe. We must be
+patient through a sentimental page or two.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: Ha! My velvet cloak, which I left at Castle Crag when I laid
+aside the Prince and took disguise. These unintentioned ruffians by
+their dirty jest have clothed me to my office.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Sailor Captain</span>: I swear my allegiance, your Majesty.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: I rely on my sailors to clear the coast and seas. But first I
+want your allegiance in another high concern. Some fourteen years ago,
+when I was a lad of ten, I journeyed with my royal father to the
+castle of the Duke of Cornwall, which stands high on the wind-swept
+coast. Its giddy towers rise sheer above the ocean until the very
+rooks nesting in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a></span> battlements grow dizzy at the height. It is the
+outer bastion of the world, laughing to scorn the ocean's siege.</p>
+
+<p>In that castle, Captain, there lived a little girl; and she and I
+romped the sounding corridors together. And once I led her to an open
+'brasure in the steep-pitched wall, and held her so that she might see
+the waves curling on the rocks below. And tales of mermaids I
+invented, and shipwreck and treasure buried in the noisy caverns of
+the rock, where twice a day the greedy tide goes in and out to seek
+its fortune. And far afield we wandered and stood waist-deep in the
+golden meadows, until the weary twilight called us home.</p>
+
+<p>And I remember, when tired with play, that her mother sang to us an
+old song, a lullaby. Her voice was soft, with a gentleness that only a
+mother knows who sits with drowsy children.</p>
+
+<p>And to that little girl I was betrothed. It was sworn with oath and
+signature that some day I would marry her and that, when I became king
+of England in the revolving years, she would be its queen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: By what miracle did you know me, Hal?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: It was the song you sang. Your voice was the miracle that told
+the secret. With unvarnished speech I woo you. I love you, Margaret,
+and I ask you to be my wife.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: (<i>faintly&mdash;floating in a golden sea of grog</i>) Hooray!</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>Joe takes Betsy in his arms and kisses her.</i>)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: The magic of your lips, my dear, is the miracle that answers me.
+My loyal sailors, I present you. Margaret, Duchess of Cornwall,
+Countess of Devon, Princess of the Western Marches, by right and title
+possessor of all land 'twixt Exeter and Land's End. And now, by her
+consent and the grace of God, the wife of Harry, King of England.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Leetle Betsy, I fergives yer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: I asks yer health, though I swings termorrer.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: And may yer live long and 'appy!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: We 're lovin' yer, Betsy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: My gracious lord, for these three years this cabin has been my
+home. These are my friends&mdash;the only friends I have ever known. They
+fed me when I had no food and they kept me warm against the cold. Must
+they hang? I ask you to pardon them.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Glory ter God!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: The pardon is granted. Captain, strike off their irons!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: We loves yer, Betsy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: We are fonder of yer than grog and singin' angels.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: I thanks yer, King.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: It were jest an hour ago, settin' in that chair, I asks ter
+splice yer, Betsy, keel ter topsail. The ol' Duke never thought the
+Countess of all them places, and the Queen o' England, ter boot, would
+ever be settin' on his knee, pullin' at his whiskers&mdash;him askin' her
+ter name the 'appy day.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: It was a prior attachment, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: We 'll serve yer, King, like we served ol' Flint.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Top and bottom, fore and aft.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: We 'll brag how the King o' England and us has drunk grog
+together, and how the Queen washed up the mugs.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Meg</span>: (<i>in a whisper</i>). Hooray!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Joe</span>: And now, Captain, lead the way. We must speed to London.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Betsy</span>: Good by, Duke. Some day you will find a girl who cooks roast
+pig that crackles.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: A blessin', Betsy, on yer laughin' eyes!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: A health ter King Hal and his blushin' bride!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">All</span>: King Hal! Leetle Betsy!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>With a wave of the hand Joe departs, and with him, Betsy, who kisses
+her fingers to the pirates in farewell. The sailors follow. The
+pirates and Darlin' are left. The pirates sit at the table. They
+exchange glances of satisfaction. They unbutton for a quiet evening at
+home. Kings are but an episode in a pirate's life. They return to the
+happy routine of their lives. Our adventure has circled to its
+start.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: Darlin'! Me friend, the Duke, is thirsty. Yer had better mix
+another pot o' grog. Yer does n't want ter be a foolish virgin and get
+ketched without no grog.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: (<i>at the fire</i>). Yer coddles yer stomich, Patch.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: The Duke, he knows a leetle dear as is jest waitin' ter come
+flutterin' ter his lovin' arms. I thinks it 's yer whiskers, Duke.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: Yer can pull one, Betsy, fer the locket that yer wears. We is
+laughin' at yer, ol' walrus.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Duke</span>: Kings is bigger than Dukes. I looses without no kickin' up.
+There 's no one like Darlin' fer mixin' grog.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Darlin'</span>: Fer that kind word I 'm lovin' yer.</p>
+
+<p class="right">(<i>She fills the cups.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Patch</span>: It 's grog beats off the melancholy. As soon as me pipes goes
+dry, I gets homesick fer the ocean. Here we be, Duke, thrown up at
+last ter rot like driftwood on the shore. It was 'appy days when we
+sailed with ol' Flint on the Spanish Main.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Captain</span>: 'Appy days, Patch!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">All</span>: 'Appy days!</p>
+
+<p class="hangbl">(<i>They lift their cups in memory of a golden past. It is a contented
+family around the evening candle. They are as cozy as old ladies with
+their darning. Meg snores in peace as the curtain falls.</i>)</p>
+
+<hr class="med" />
+
+<p><i>Our candles have burned to socket. Our pasteboard cabin is bare and
+dark. No longer do pirate flags flaunt the ghostly seas. The stormy
+ocean, the dizzy cliffs of Devon, melt like an unsubstantial pageant.
+Let's put away our toys&mdash;the timber leg, the patch, the frightful
+hook. Once again, despite the weary signpost of the years, we have run
+on the laughing avenues of childhood.</i></p>
+
+
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+<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
+<!DOCTYPE score-partwise PUBLIC "-//Recordare//DTD MusicXML 1.1 Partwise//EN"
+                                "http://www.musicxml.org/dtds/partwise.dtd">
+<score-partwise version="1.1">
+  <movement-title>PIRATE CHANTY</movement-title>
+  <identification>
+    <encoding>
+      <software>Finale 2008 for Windows</software>
+      <software>Dolet Light for Finale 2008</software>
+      <encoding-date>2008-03-24</encoding-date>
+    </encoding>
+  </identification>
+  <defaults>
+    <scaling>
+      <millimeters>7.2319</millimeters>
+      <tenths>40</tenths>
+    </scaling>
+    <page-layout>
+      <page-height>1545</page-height>
+      <page-width>1194</page-width>
+      <page-margins type="both">
+        <left-margin>140</left-margin>
+        <right-margin>140</right-margin>
+        <top-margin>140</top-margin>
+        <bottom-margin>140</bottom-margin>
+      </page-margins>
+    </page-layout>
+    <system-layout>
+      <system-margins>
+        <left-margin>0</left-margin>
+        <right-margin>0</right-margin>
+      </system-margins>
+      <system-distance>121</system-distance>
+      <top-system-distance>70</top-system-distance>
+    </system-layout>
+    <music-font font-family="Maestro" font-size="20.5"/>
+    <word-font font-family="Times New Roman" font-size="10.25"/>
+    <lyric-font font-family="Times New Roman" font-size="10.25" name="verse"/>
+  </defaults>
+  <credit>
+    <credit-words default-x="613" default-y="1379" font-size="24" font-weight="bold" justify="center" valign="top">PIRATE CHANTY</credit-words>
+  </credit>
+  <part-list>
+    <score-part id="P1">
+      <part-name print-object="no">MusicXML Part</part-name>
+      <score-instrument id="P1-I1">
+        <instrument-name>Acoustic Grand Piano</instrument-name>
+      </score-instrument>
+      <midi-instrument id="P1-I1">
+        <midi-channel>1</midi-channel>
+        <midi-program>1</midi-program>
+      </midi-instrument>
+    </score-part>
+  </part-list>
+  <!--=========================================================-->
+  <part id="P1">
+    <measure number="1" width="166">
+      <print>
+        <system-layout>
+          <top-system-distance>208</top-system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <attributes>
+        <divisions>2</divisions>
+        <key>
+          <fifths>-3</fifths>
+          <mode>major</mode>
+        </key>
+        <time symbol="common">
+          <beats>4</beats>
+          <beat-type>4</beat-type>
+        </time>
+        <clef>
+          <sign>G</sign>
+          <line>2</line>
+        </clef>
+      </attributes>
+      <sound tempo="160"/>
+      <note default-x="134">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="2" width="208">
+      <note default-x="28">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="78">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="114">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="148">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="181">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="3" width="207">
+      <note default-x="25">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="62">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="98">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="147">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="187">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="4" width="180">
+      <note default-x="19">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="49">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="86">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="123">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="153">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="5" width="153">
+      <note default-x="22">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>6</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <fermata type="upright"/>
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+      <note default-x="80">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="126">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <accidental>natural</accidental>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="6" width="276">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
+          <system-distance>114</system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <note default-x="106">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="140">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="173">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <accidental>natural</accidental>
+        <stem default-y="-61">down</stem>
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+      <note default-x="208">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="247">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="7" width="165">
+      <note default-x="24">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="58">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>3</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="93">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>3</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="134">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="8" width="167">
+      <note default-x="14">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="42">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="73">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="109">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="141">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="9" width="135">
+      <note default-x="24">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>6</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="77">
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+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="107">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="10" width="171">
+      <note default-x="17">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="49">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="87">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="119">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="147">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="11" width="321">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
+          <system-distance>114</system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <note default-x="101">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="129">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="161">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="201">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="259">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-56">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="301">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-56">down</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="12" width="211">
+      <note default-x="19">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="54">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-56">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="97">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-61">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="145">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="185">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="13" width="167">
+      <note default-x="14">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="below" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="61">
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+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="87">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+          <fermata default-y="5" type="upright"/>
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+      <note default-x="113">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="140">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="14" width="213">
+      <note default-x="24">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="61">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="89">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="127">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="164">
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+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="188">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="15" width="416">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
+          <system-distance>114</system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <note default-x="102">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="176">
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+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="249">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
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+          <fermata type="upright"/>
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+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="369">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="16" width="308">
+      <note default-x="29">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="94">
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+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="135">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="175">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="241">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="17" width="190">
+      <note default-x="18">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <tie type="start"/>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <tied type="start"/>
+          <fermata type="upright"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="99">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <tie type="stop"/>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <tied type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <barline location="right">
+        <bar-style>light-heavy</bar-style>
+      </barline>
+    </measure>
+  </part>
+  <!--=========================================================-->
+</score-partwise>
diff --git a/24914-h/music/darlin.midi b/24914-h/music/darlin.midi
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diff --git a/24914-h/music/darlin.pdf b/24914-h/music/darlin.pdf
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diff --git a/24914-h/music/darlin.xml b/24914-h/music/darlin.xml
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+<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
+<!DOCTYPE score-partwise PUBLIC "-//Recordare//DTD MusicXML 1.1 Partwise//EN"
+                                "http://www.musicxml.org/dtds/partwise.dtd">
+<score-partwise version="1.1">
+  <movement-title>DARLIN'S SONG</movement-title>
+  <identification>
+    <encoding>
+      <software>Finale 2008 for Windows</software>
+      <software>Dolet Light for Finale 2008</software>
+      <encoding-date>2008-03-24</encoding-date>
+    </encoding>
+  </identification>
+  <defaults>
+    <scaling>
+      <millimeters>7.2319</millimeters>
+      <tenths>40</tenths>
+    </scaling>
+    <page-layout>
+      <page-height>1545</page-height>
+      <page-width>1194</page-width>
+      <page-margins type="both">
+        <left-margin>140</left-margin>
+        <right-margin>140</right-margin>
+        <top-margin>140</top-margin>
+        <bottom-margin>140</bottom-margin>
+      </page-margins>
+    </page-layout>
+    <system-layout>
+      <system-margins>
+        <left-margin>0</left-margin>
+        <right-margin>0</right-margin>
+      </system-margins>
+      <system-distance>121</system-distance>
+      <top-system-distance>70</top-system-distance>
+    </system-layout>
+    <music-font font-family="Maestro" font-size="20.5"/>
+    <word-font font-family="Times New Roman" font-size="10.25"/>
+  </defaults>
+  <credit>
+    <credit-words default-x="597" default-y="1405" font-size="24" font-weight="bold" justify="center" valign="top">DARLIN'S SONG</credit-words>
+  </credit>
+  <part-list>
+    <score-part id="P1">
+      <part-name print-object="no">MusicXML Part</part-name>
+      <score-instrument id="P1-I1">
+        <instrument-name>Acoustic Grand Piano</instrument-name>
+      </score-instrument>
+      <midi-instrument id="P1-I1">
+        <midi-channel>1</midi-channel>
+        <midi-program>1</midi-program>
+      </midi-instrument>
+    </score-part>
+  </part-list>
+  <!--=========================================================-->
+  <part id="P1">
+    <measure number="1" width="126">
+      <print>
+        <system-layout>
+          <system-margins>
+            <left-margin>1</left-margin>
+            <right-margin>0</right-margin>
+          </system-margins>
+          <top-system-distance>172</top-system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <attributes>
+        <divisions>2</divisions>
+        <key>
+          <fifths>0</fifths>
+          <mode>major</mode>
+        </key>
+        <time symbol="common">
+          <beats>4</beats>
+          <beat-type>4</beat-type>
+        </time>
+        <clef>
+          <sign>G</sign>
+          <line>2</line>
+        </clef>
+      </attributes>
+      <sound tempo="140"/>
+      <note default-x="81">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="2" width="224">
+      <note default-x="11">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="58">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="88">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="117">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="164">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="194">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="3" width="203">
+      <note default-x="11">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="56">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="101">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="146">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="173">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="4" width="201">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="55">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="83">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="110">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="155">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="5" width="158">
+      <note default-x="14">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>6</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="104">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="130">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="10">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="6" width="275">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
+          <system-distance>114</system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <note default-x="49">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <articulations>
+            <accent placement="above"/>
+          </articulations>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="99">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55">down</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="130">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-60">down</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="161">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="211">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="242">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="7" width="237">
+      <note default-x="11">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="42">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="92">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="123">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="174">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="204">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="8" width="212">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="-10">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
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+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-7">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4.5">up</stem>
+      </note>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="9" width="190">
+      <note default-x="14">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>6</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="124">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="156">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="10" width="262">
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+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="98">
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
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+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
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+        <pitch>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
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+    <!--=======================================================-->
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+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
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+      <note default-x="192">
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
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+          <octave>5</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55">down</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
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+      <note default-x="87">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-60">down</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="117">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="164">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="13" width="216">
+      <note default-x="13">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
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+      <note default-x="61">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
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+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
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+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
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+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="14" width="290">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
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+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
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+      <note default-x="140">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="175">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="232">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
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+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="15" width="253">
+      <note default-x="11">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="68">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="124">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="181">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="216">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="16" width="237">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="64">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="0">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="96">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>1</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="130">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>2</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="182">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="17" width="133">
+      <note default-x="13">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>6</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <fermata type="upright"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <barline location="right">
+        <bar-style>light-heavy</bar-style>
+      </barline>
+    </measure>
+  </part>
+  <!--=========================================================-->
+</score-partwise>
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diff --git a/24914-h/music/lullaby.pdf b/24914-h/music/lullaby.pdf
new file mode 100644
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diff --git a/24914-h/music/lullaby.xml b/24914-h/music/lullaby.xml
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+<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
+<!DOCTYPE score-partwise PUBLIC "-//Recordare//DTD MusicXML 1.1 Partwise//EN"
+                                "http://www.musicxml.org/dtds/partwise.dtd">
+<score-partwise version="1.1">
+  <movement-title>Betsy's Lullaby</movement-title>
+  <identification>
+    <encoding>
+      <software>Finale 2008 for Windows</software>
+      <software>Dolet Light for Finale 2008</software>
+      <encoding-date>2008-03-24</encoding-date>
+    </encoding>
+  </identification>
+  <defaults>
+    <scaling>
+      <millimeters>7.2319</millimeters>
+      <tenths>40</tenths>
+    </scaling>
+    <page-layout>
+      <page-height>1545</page-height>
+      <page-width>1194</page-width>
+      <page-margins type="both">
+        <left-margin>140</left-margin>
+        <right-margin>140</right-margin>
+        <top-margin>140</top-margin>
+        <bottom-margin>140</bottom-margin>
+      </page-margins>
+    </page-layout>
+    <system-layout>
+      <system-margins>
+        <left-margin>0</left-margin>
+        <right-margin>0</right-margin>
+      </system-margins>
+      <system-distance>121</system-distance>
+      <top-system-distance>70</top-system-distance>
+    </system-layout>
+    <music-font font-family="Maestro" font-size="20.5"/>
+    <word-font font-family="Times New Roman" font-size="10.25"/>
+  </defaults>
+  <credit>
+    <credit-words default-x="597" default-y="1405" font-size="24" font-weight="bold" justify="center" valign="top">Betsy's Lullaby</credit-words>
+  </credit>
+  <part-list>
+    <score-part id="P1">
+      <part-name print-object="no">MusicXML Part</part-name>
+      <score-instrument id="P1-I1">
+        <instrument-name>Acoustic Grand Piano</instrument-name>
+      </score-instrument>
+      <midi-instrument id="P1-I1">
+        <midi-channel>1</midi-channel>
+        <midi-program>1</midi-program>
+      </midi-instrument>
+    </score-part>
+  </part-list>
+  <!--=========================================================-->
+  <part id="P1">
+    <measure number="1" width="216">
+      <print>
+        <system-layout>
+          <top-system-distance>172</top-system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <attributes>
+        <divisions>8</divisions>
+        <key>
+          <fifths>0</fifths>
+          <mode>major</mode>
+        </key>
+        <time>
+          <beats>6</beats>
+          <beat-type>8</beat-type>
+        </time>
+        <clef>
+          <sign>G</sign>
+          <line>2</line>
+        </clef>
+      </attributes>
+      <sound tempo="96"/>
+      <direction placement="above">
+        <direction-type>
+          <words default-y="32" font-size="12" font-weight="bold" relative-x="-33">S</words>
+          <words font-size="10.25" font-weight="bold">WEETLY</words>
+        </direction-type>
+      </direction>
+      <note default-x="78">
+        <rest/>
+        <duration>16</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>half</type>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="157">
+        <rest/>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+      </note>
+      <direction placement="below">
+        <direction-type>
+          <dynamics default-y="-80">
+            <p/>
+          </dynamics>
+        </direction-type>
+        <offset>-1</offset>
+        <sound dynamics="54"/>
+      </direction>
+      <note default-x="186">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="2" width="194">
+      <note default-x="13">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-20">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-17">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
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+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="73">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="103">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="0">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
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+        </notations>
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+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
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+    <!--=======================================================-->
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+    <!--=======================================================-->
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="-61">down</stem>
+      </note>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="10">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
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+      <note default-x="164">
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+          <step>G</step>
+          <alter>1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <accidental>sharp</accidental>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="5" width="143">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
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+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>12</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+        <notations>
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+        </notations>
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+      <note default-x="114">
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+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="6" width="187">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
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+        </system-layout>
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+          <octave>5</octave>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="90">
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+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+        <voice>1</voice>
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+    <!--=======================================================-->
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+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="79">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="120">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="8" width="172">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="10">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="37">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="15">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="63">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="90">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="117">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="2.5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="143">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4.5">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="9" width="124">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>12</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="63">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>12</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+          <fermata type="upright"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <barline location="right">
+        <bar-style>light-light</bar-style>
+      </barline>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="10" width="140">
+      <note default-x="9">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4.5">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="49">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="74">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="114">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="11" width="142">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4.5">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="50">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-51">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="76">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="116">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="12" width="186">
+      <print new-system="yes">
+        <system-layout>
+          <system-distance>114</system-distance>
+        </system-layout>
+      </print>
+      <note default-x="49">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="90">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <alter>1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <accidental>sharp</accidental>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="117">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="158">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="13" width="152">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>12</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="1">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="67">
+        <rest/>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="95">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <alter>1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <accidental>sharp</accidental>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="123">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <alter>1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="14" width="142">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="50">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="75">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>B</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-55.5">down</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="114">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="15" width="160">
+      <note default-x="22">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <accidental>flat</accidental>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="63">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>A</step>
+          <alter>-1</alter>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="11">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="90">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="6">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="131">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="16" width="157">
+      <note default-x="10">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>G</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">begin</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="36">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>F</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="2.5">up</stem>
+        <beam number="1">end</beam>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="61">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="88">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>E</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>8</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <stem default-y="-4">up</stem>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="128">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>D</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>4</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>eighth</type>
+        <stem default-y="-9">up</stem>
+      </note>
+    </measure>
+    <!--=======================================================-->
+    <measure number="17" width="118">
+      <note default-x="14">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>4</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>12</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-14">up</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" placement="above" type="start"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <note default-x="61">
+        <pitch>
+          <step>C</step>
+          <octave>5</octave>
+        </pitch>
+        <duration>12</duration>
+        <voice>1</voice>
+        <type>quarter</type>
+        <dot/>
+        <stem default-y="-50.5">down</stem>
+        <notations>
+          <slur number="1" type="stop"/>
+          <fermata type="upright"/>
+        </notations>
+      </note>
+      <barline location="right">
+        <bar-style>light-heavy</bar-style>
+      </barline>
+    </measure>
+  </part>
+  <!--=========================================================-->
+</score-partwise>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Wappin' Wharf, by Charles S. Brooks
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Wappin' Wharf
+       A Frightful Comedy of Pirates
+
+Author: Charles S. Brooks
+
+Illustrator: Julia McCune Flory
+
+Other: Gordon Hatfield
+
+Release Date: March 25, 2008 [EBook #24914]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WAPPIN' WHARF ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by K Nordquist, Linda Cantoni, and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
+by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) Music
+transcribed by Linda Cantoni.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Transcriber's Note: The dialogue in the play uses spaced contractions
+such as "I 've." Normal contractions are used in the non-dialogue parts
+of this book, such as the preface and stage directions.]
+
+
+
+
+Wappin' Wharf
+
+A Frightful Comedy of Pirates
+
+
+_By_
+CHARLES S. BROOKS
+
+_with pictures by_
+JULIA McCUNE FLORY
+
+_music by_
+GORDON HATFIELD
+
+
+COPYRIGHT, 1922
+_By_ HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY, INC.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+_Special Edition_
+_Imprinted for_
+WALTER H. BAKER COMPANY
+PUBLISHERS--BOSTON
+
+
+WAPPIN' WHARF
+_All Rights Reserved_
+
+Especial notice should be taken that the possession of this book
+without a valid contract for production first having been obtained
+from the publisher, confers no right or license to professionals or
+amateurs to produce the play publicly or in private for gain or
+charity.
+
+In its present form this play is dedicated to the reading public only,
+and no performance, representation, production, recitation, or public
+reading, or radio broadcasting may be given except by special
+arrangement with Walter H. Baker Company, 41 Winter Street, Boston,
+Mass., or Playhouse Plays, 14 East 38th Street, New York City.
+
+This play may be presented by amateurs upon payment of a royalty of
+Twenty-five Dollars for each performance, payable to Walter H. Baker
+Company, 41 Winter Street, Boston, Mass., or Playhouse Plays, 14 East
+38th Street, New York City, one week before the date when the play is
+given.
+
+Whenever the play is produced the following notice must appear on all
+programs, printing and advertising for the play: "Produced by special
+arrangement with Walter H. Baker Company."
+
+Attention is called to the penalty provided by law for any
+infringement of the author's rights as follows:
+
+"Section 4966: Any person publicly performing or representing any
+dramatic or musical composition for which copyright has been obtained,
+without the consent of the proprietor of said dramatic or musical
+composition, or his heirs and assigns, shall be liable for damages
+thereof, such damages, in all cases to be assessed at such sum, not
+less than one hundred dollars for the first and fifty dollars for
+every subsequent performance, as to the court shall appear to be just.
+If the unlawful performance and representation be wilful and for
+profit, such person or persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor and
+upon conviction shall be imprisoned for a period not exceeding one
+year."--U.S. Revised Statutes: Title 60, Chap. 3.
+
+
+
+
+Wappin' Wharf
+
+
+_CHARACTERS_
+
+THE DUKE
+PATCH-EYE
+THE CAPTAIN
+RED JOE
+DARLIN'
+BETSY
+OLD MEG
+SAILOR CAPTAIN
+THREE SAILORS
+
+SETTING: For details of Stage Set turn to pages 35-6-7.
+
+
+
+
+_A PROLOGUE TO BE SPOKEN BY BETSY_
+
+
+_Our scene is the wind-swept coast of Devon. By day there is a wide
+stretch of ocean far below, and the abutments of our stage arise from
+a dizzy cliff._
+
+_The time is remote, and ships of forgotten build stand out from
+Bristol in full sail for the mines of India. But we must be loose and
+free of precise date lest our plot be shamed by broken fact. A
+thousand years are but as yesterday. We make but a general gesture to
+the dim spaces of the past._
+
+_The village of Clovelly climbs in a single street--a staircase,
+really--and it is fagged and out of breath half way. But far above, on
+a stormy crag, clinging by its toes, there stands a pirates' hut. To
+this topmost ledge fishwives sometimes scramble by day; but when a
+wind shall search the crannies of the night, then no villager would
+dare to climb so high._
+
+_You will seek today in vain the pirates' cabin. Since the adventure
+of our play a thousands tempests have snarled across these rocks. You
+must convince your reason that these pinnacles of yesteryear, toppled
+down by storm, lie buried in the sea._
+
+_We had hoped that our drama's scene might lie on a pirate ship at
+sea. We had wished for a swaying mast, full-set with canvas--a typhoon
+to smother our stage in wind. We had hoped to walk a victim off the
+plank, with the sea roaring in the wings. But our plot deals
+stubbornly with us. Alas, our pirates grow old and stiff. They have
+retired, as we say, from active practice and live in easy luxury on
+shore. Yet we shall see that their villany still thrives._
+
+_How shall we select a name for our frightful play? There is a wharf
+in London that is known as Wapping. In these days that we call the
+present it has sunk to common use and its rotten timbers are piled
+with honest unromantic merchandise. But once a gibbet stood on Wapping
+Wharf, and pirates were hanged upon it. It was the first convenient
+harborage for inbound ships to dispose of this dirty deep-sea cargo.
+So it was the somber motif of a pirate's life--his moment of
+reflection after he had slit his victim's throat._
+
+_Tonight, although your beards grow long and Time has marked its net
+of wrinkles--tonight, the years spin backwards. Only the young in
+heart will catch the slender meaning of our play._
+
+_We are too quick to think that childhood passes with the years--that
+its fine fancy is blunted with the practice of the world. Too long
+have we been taught that the clouds of glory fade in the common day.
+If a man permits, a child keeps house within his heart._
+
+_Our prologue outstays its time. Already the captain of our pirates
+puts on his hook. The evil Duke limps for practice on his wooden leg.
+Presently our curtain will rise. We shall see the pirates' cabin, with
+the lighthouse in the distance, Flint's lantern and the ladder to the
+sleeping-loft. We shall hear a storm unparalleled--thunder, lightning
+and a rush of wind, if it can be managed._
+
+_Then our candles burn to socket. Our pasteboard cabin grows dark. The
+blustering ocean, the dizzy cliffs of Devon, melt like an
+unsubstantial pageant. Once again, despite the signpost of the years,
+we have run on the "laughing avenues of childhood."_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BY WAY OF EXPLANATION
+
+
+Several weeks ago an actor-manager requested me to try my hand at a
+play for the winter season. The offer was unexpected. "My dear sir," I
+said, "I am immensely flattered, but I have never written a play."
+Then I hastened to ask, "What kind of play?" for fear the offer might
+be withdrawn. He replied with sureness and decision. "I want a play,"
+he said, "with lots of pirates and--no poetry." He stressed this with
+emphatic gesture. "And at least one shooting," he added. It was a slim
+prescription. He left me to brood upon the matter.
+
+The proposal was too flattering to be rejected out of hand.
+
+After a furious week upon a plot and dialogue, I was given an
+opportunity to display my wares. The manager himself met me in the
+hallway. "Is there a shooting?" he asked, with what seemed almost a
+suppressed excitement. I was able to satisfy him and he led me to his
+inner office, where he pointed out an easy chair. The room was
+pleasantly furnished with bookshelves to the ceiling. Evidently his
+former ventures had been prosperous, and already I imagined myself
+come to fortune as his partner. While I fumbled with embarrassment at
+my papers--for I dreaded his severe opinion--he himself fetched a
+basket of coal for a fire that burned briskly on the hearth. Then he
+sat rigidly at attention.
+
+It now appeared that he had summoned to our conference several of his
+associates--the subordinates, merely, of his ventures--his manager of
+finance (with a sharp eye for a business flaw), his costumer and
+designer, and another person who is his reader and adviser and, in
+emergency, fills and mends any sudden gap that shows itself.
+
+My notion of theatrical managers has been that they are a cold and
+distant race--the more sullen cousin of an editor. Is it not
+considered that on the reading of a play they sit with fallen chin,
+and that they chill an author to reduce his royalty? It is naught, it
+is naught, saith the buyer. I am told that even the best plays are
+hawked with disregard from theatre to theatre, until the hungry
+author is out at elbow. They get less civility than greets a mean
+commodity. Worthless mining shares and shoddy gilt editions do not
+kick their heels with such disregard in the outer office. Popcorn and
+apples--Armenian laces, even--beg a quicker audience.
+
+But none of this usual brusqueness appeared. Rather, he showed an
+agreeable enthusiasm as we proceeded--even an unrestraint, which, I
+must confess, at times somewhat marred his repose and dignity.
+Manifestly it was not his intention to depreciate my wares. He
+exchanged frank glances of approval with his subordinates--with his
+costumer especially, with whom his relation seems the closest.
+
+In the first act of my play, when it becomes apparent that one of my
+pirates goes stumping on a timber leg, his eye flashed. And when it
+was disclosed that the captain wears a hook instead of hand, he forgot
+his professional restraint and cried out his satisfaction. He was soon
+wrapped in thought by the mysterious behaviour of the fortune-teller
+and he said, if she were short and stout, he had the very actress in
+his mind.
+
+But it was in the second act that he threw caution to the winds. As
+you will know presently, Red Joe--one of my pirates--seizes his trusty
+gun and, taking breathless aim, shoots--But I must not expose my plot.
+At this exciting moment (which is quite the climax of my play)
+Belasco--or any of his kind--would have squinted for a flaw. He would
+have tilted his wary nose upon the ceiling and told me that my plot
+was humbug. What sailorman would mistake a lantern for a lighthouse?
+Nor were there lighthouses in the days of the buccaneers. He would
+have scuttled my play in dock and grinned at the rising bubbles. Mark
+the difference! My manager, ignoring these inconsequential errors,
+burst from his chair--this is amazing!--and turned a reckless
+somersault between the table and the fire.
+
+His costumer, who knows best how his eccentricity runs to riot,
+checked him for this and sent him to his chair. He sobered for a
+minute and the play went on. Presently, however, when the enraged
+pirates gathered to wreak vengeance on their victim, I saw how deeply
+he was moved. His exultant eye sought the bookshelves, and I fancy
+that he was in meditation whether he might be allowed a handstand with
+his heels waving against the ceiling. His excited fingers obviously
+were searching for a dagger in his boot.
+
+You may conceive my pleasure. If his cold and practiced judgment could
+be so stirred, might I not hope that the phlegmatic pit in shiny
+shirt-fronts would rise and shout its approval at our opening? And to
+what reckless license might not the gallery yield? I fancied a burst
+of somersaults in the upper gloom, and tremendous handsprings--both
+men and women--down the sharp-pitched aisle. It would be
+shocking--this giddy flash of lingerie--except that our broader times
+now give it countenance. Peeping Tom, late of Coventry, in these more
+generous days need no longer sit like a sneak at his private shutter.
+He has only to travel to the beach where a hundred Godivas crowd the
+sands. I saw myself on the great occasion of our opening night bowing
+in white tie from the forward box.
+
+Our conference was successful. When the reading of the play was
+finished and the wicked pirates stood in the shadow of the gibbet, he
+thanked me and excused himself from further attendance by reason of a
+prior engagement. Under the stress of selection for his theatre he
+cannot sleep at night, and his costumer wisely packs him off early to
+his bed. She whispers to me, however, that although he had hopes for a
+storm at sea and a hanging at the end, his decision, nevertheless, is
+cast in my favor for a quick production, whenever a worthy company can
+be assembled.
+
+[Illustration: On the tip of each he has bargained for a spot of red]
+
+But we have gone still further toward our opening. The manager has
+already whittled a dozen daggers and they lie somewhere on a shelf,
+awaiting a coat of silver paint. On the tip of each he has bargained
+for a spot of red. Furthermore, he owns a pistol--a harmless,
+devicerated thing--and he pops it daily at any rogue that may be
+lurking on the cellar stairs.
+
+All pirates wear pigtails--pirates, that is, of the upper crust (the
+Kidds and Flints and Morgans)--and at first this was a knotty problem.
+But he obtained a number of old stockings--stockings, of course,
+beyond the skill of that versatile person who mends the gaps--and he
+has wound them on wires, curling them upward at the end and tieing
+them with bits of ribbon. The pirate captain is allowed an extra inch
+of pigtail to exalt him above his fellows. When he first adjusted this
+pigtail on himself, his costumer cried out that he looked like a
+Chinaman. This was downright stupidity and was hardly worthy of her
+perception; but ladies cannot be expected to recognize a pirate so
+instinctively as we rougher men. The stocking, however, was clipped to
+half its length, and now he is every inch a buccaneer.
+
+As for the captain's hook, he is resourcefulness itself. These things
+are secrets of the craft, but I may hint that there is a very suitable
+hook in a butchershop around the corner. Surely the butcher--warmed to
+generosity by the family patronage--would lend it for the great
+performance. I have no doubt but that the manager, from this time
+forward, will beg all errands in his direction and that his smile will
+thaw the friendly butcher to his purpose. Certainly two legs of lamb,
+if whispered that the drama is at stake, will consent to hang for one
+tremendous day upon a single hook. Our hook is to be screwed into a
+block of wood, and there is something about knuckles and a cord around
+the wrist and a long sleeve to cover up the joining. Anyway, the
+problem has been met.
+
+[Illustration: His smile will thaw the friendly butcher to his
+purpose]
+
+In the furnace room he has found a heavy sheet of tin for the thunder
+storm, and I have suggested that he dig in a nearby gravel pit for a
+basket of rain to hurl against the pirates' window. But hard beans, he
+says, are better, and he has won the cook's consent. For the slow
+monotone of water dripping from the roof in our second act, a single
+bean, he tells me, dropped gently in a pan is a baffling counterfeit.
+
+The lightning seems not to bother him, for he owns a pocket
+flashlight; but the mighty wind that comes brawling from the ocean was
+at first a sticker. The vacuum cleaner popped into his head, but was
+put aside. The fireplace bellows were too feeble for any wind that had
+grown a beard. His manager of finance, however, laid aside his book
+one night--a weary tract upon the law--and displayed an ability to
+moan and whistle through his teeth. The very casement rattled in the
+blast. He has agreed to sit in the wings and loose a sufficient storm
+upon a given signal.
+
+Our stage is cramped. Three strides stretch from side to side. "Can
+this cockpit" you ask, "hold the vasty fields of France?" It is not,
+of course, the vasty fields of France that we are trying to hold; but
+we do lack space for the kind of riot the manager has in mind in the
+final scene. He wants nothing girlish. Sabers and pistols are his
+demand--a knife between the teeth--and more yelling than I could
+possibly put down in print. A bench must be upset, the beer-cask
+overturned, a jug of Darlin's grog spilled, and one stool, at least,
+must be smashed--preferably on the captain's head, who must, however,
+be consulted. Patch-Eye and the Duke are not the kind of pirates that
+lie down and whine for mercy at a single punch.
+
+At first our manager was baffled how the pirates were to ascend a
+ladder to their sleeping loft. They had no place to go. They would
+crack their ugly heads upon the ceiling. The costumer was positive
+(parsimony!) that a hole--even a little hole--should not be cut in the
+plaster overhead for their disappearance. If the chandelier had been
+an honest piece of metal they might have perched on it until the act
+ran out. Or perhaps the candles could be extinguished when their legs
+were still climbing visibly. At last the manager has contrived that a
+plank be laid across the tops of two step-ladders, behind a drop so
+that the audience cannot see. No reasonable pirate could refuse to
+squat upon the plank until the curtain fell.
+
+[Illustration: With uncertain, questing finger]
+
+We are getting on. Our company has been selected. We need only a
+handful of actors, but the manager has enlisted the street. The
+dearest little girl has been chosen for Betsy, and each day she
+practices her lullaby at the piano with uncertain, questing finger. A
+gentle rowdy of twelve will speak the Duke's blood-curdling lines. I
+understand that two quarrelsome pirates have nearly come to blows
+which shall act the captain. The hero, Red Joe, will be played by the
+manager himself, for it is he who owns the pistol. Is not the boy who
+has the baseball the captain of his nine?
+
+I owe an apology to all the mothers of our cast; for the rough
+language of my lines outweighs their gentler home instruction.
+Whenever several of our actors meet there is used the vile language of
+the sea. By the bones of my ten fingers has replaced the anemic oaths
+of childhood. One little girl has been told she cries as easily as a
+crocodile. Another little girl was heard to say she would slit her
+sister's _wisdom_--a slip, no doubt, for _wizen_. And Blast my lamps!
+and Sink my timbers! are rolled profanely on the tongue.
+
+In every attic on the street a rakish craft flies the skull and
+crossbones, and roves the Spanish Main on rainy afternoons. Innocent
+victims--girls, chiefly, who will tattle unless a horrid threat is
+laid upon them--are forced blindfold to walk the plank. If the wind
+blows, scratching the trees against the roof, it is, by their desire,
+a tempest whirling their stout ship upon the rocks. What ho! We split!
+Mysterious chalkings mark the cellar stairs and hint of treasure
+buried in the coal-hole. At every mirror pirates practice their cruel
+faces.
+
+[Illustration: Innocent victims ... are forced blindfold to walk the
+plank]
+
+And now the daggers are complete, and their tip of blood has been
+squeezed from its twisted tube. Chests and neighbors have been
+rummaged for outlandish costumes. From the kindling-pile a
+predestined stick has become the timber leg of the wicked Duke. The
+butcher's hook has yielded to persuasion.
+
+Presently rehearsals will begin--
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I have been reading lately, and I have come on a sentence with which I
+am in disagreement. I shall not tell the name of the book (mere
+mulishness!) but I hope you know it or can guess. It is a tale of
+children and of a runaway perambulator and of folk who never quite
+grew up, with just a flick of inquiry--a slightest gesture now and
+then--toward precious rascals like our Patch-Eye and the Duke. Its
+author stands, in my opinion, a better chance of our lasting memory
+than any writer living.
+
+If you have read this book, you have known in its author a man who is
+himself a child--one from whom the years have never taken toll. And if
+you have lingered from page to page, you know what humor is, and love
+and gentleness. I think that children must have clambered on his
+familiar knee and that he learned his plot from their trustful eyes.
+
+Someone has been reading my very copy of this book, for it is marked
+with pencil and whole chapters have been thumbed. I would like to know
+who this reader is--a woman, beyond a doubt--who has dug in this
+fashion to the author's heart. But the book is from a lending
+library. She is only a number pasted inside the cover, a date that
+warns her against a fine.
+
+Her pencil has marked the words to a richer cadence. I like to think
+that she has children of her own and that she read the book at
+twilight in the nursery, and that its mirth was shared from bed to
+bed. But the pathetic parts she did not read aloud, fearing to see
+tears in her children's eyes. Before her own at times there must have
+floated a mist. She is a gracious creature, I am sure, with a
+gentleness that only a mother knows who sits with drowsy children. And
+now that it is my turn to read the book--for so does fancy urge me--I
+hear her voice and the echo of her children's laughter among the
+pages.
+
+It is a book about a great many things--about David and about a
+sausage machine, about a little dog which was supposed to have been
+caught up by mistake. But when the handle was reversed out he came,
+whole and complete except that his bark was missing. A sausage still
+stuck to his tail, which presently he ate. And it proved to be his
+bark, for at the last bite of the sausage his bark returned. And David
+took his salty handkerchief from his eyes and laughed. There is a
+chapter on growing old--marked in pencil--a subject which the author
+of this book knew nothing about, never having grown old himself. And
+there is another chapter about a spinster, also marked. This chapter
+sings with exquisite melody, but breaks once to a sob for a love that
+has been lost. But the book is chiefly about children.
+
+There is one particular sentence in this book with which I am not in
+agreement. "... down the laughing avenues of childhood, where memory
+tells us we run but once...." I cannot believe that. I cannot believe
+we run but once. In the heart of the man who wrote the book there
+lives a child. And a child dwells in the heart of the woman of the
+lending library.
+
+We are too ready to believe that childhood passes with the years--that
+its fine imagination is blunted with the hard practice of the world.
+Too long have we been taught that the clouds of glory fade in the
+common day--that the lofty castles of the morning perish in the
+noon-day sun. The magic vista is golden to the coming of the twilight,
+and the sunset builds a gaudy tower that out-tops the dawn. If a man
+permits, a child keeps house within his heart to the very end.
+
+And therefore, as I think of those whittled daggers with their spot of
+blood, of that popping pistol, of the captain's horrid hook, of the
+black craft flying the skull and crossbones in the attic, I know,
+despite appearance, that I am young myself. I snap my fingers at the
+clock. It ticks merely for its own amusement. I proclaim the calendar
+is false. The sun rises and sets but makes no chilling notch upon the
+heart. Once again, despite the weary signpost of the years, I run on
+the laughing avenues of childhood.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+My preface outstays its time. Even as I write our audience has
+gathered. Limber folk in front squat on the floor. Bearded folk behind
+perch on chairs as on a balcony. Already, behind the scenes, the
+captain of the pirates has assumed his hook and villainous attire.
+Patch-Eye mumbles his lines against a loss of memory. Paint has daubed
+him to a rascal. The evil Duke limps for practice on his timber leg.
+Presently our curtain will rise. We shall see the pirate cabin, with
+the lighthouse blinking in the distance, the parrot, Flint's lantern
+and the ladder to the sleeping loft. We shall hear a storm
+unparalleled, like a tempest from the ocean--hissed through the teeth.
+We shall see the pirates in tattered costume and in pigtails made of
+stockings.
+
+And now to bring this tedious explanation to a close, permit me to
+hush our orchestra for a final word. I have a most important
+announcement. It is the sum and essence of all these pages. This play
+of pirates--doctored somewhat with fiercer oaths and lengthened for
+older actors--this play and my other play of beggars I dedicate with
+my love to _John Abram Flory_, who, as Red Joe, was the most frightful
+pirate of them all.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ON CHOOSING A TITLE
+
+
+I find difficulty in selecting a name for my pirate play. Children
+seem so easy in comparison--John or Gretchen, or Gwendolyn for parents
+of romantic taste. Gwendolyn I myself dislike, and I have thought I
+would give it to a cow if ever I owned a farm. But this is prejudice.
+To name a child, I repeat, one needs only to run his finger down the
+column of his acquaintance, or think which aunt will have the looser
+purse-strings in her will.
+
+An unhappy choice, after all, is rare. Here and there a chocolate
+Pearl or a dusky crinkle-headed Blanche escapes our logic; but who can
+think of a sullen Nancy? Its very sound, tossed about the nursery,
+would brighten a maiden even if she were peevish at the start. I once
+knew an excellent couple of the name of Bottom, who chose Ruby for
+their offspring; but I have no doubt that the infelicity was altered
+at the font. The fact is that most of our names grow in time to fit
+our figure and our character. Margaret and Helen sound thin or fat,
+agreeable or dull, as our friends and neighbors rise before us; and
+any newcomer to our affection quickly erases the aspect of its former
+ugly tenant. I confess that till lately a certain name brought to my
+fancy a bouncing, red-armed creature; but that by a change of lease
+upon our street it has acquired an alien grace and beauty. Perhaps a
+scrawny neighbor by the name of Falstaff might remain inconsequent,
+but I am sure that if a lady called Messilina moved in next door and
+were of charming manner, a month would blur the bad suggestion of her
+name; which presently--if our gardens ran together--would come to
+sound sweetly in my ears.
+
+But a play (more than a child or neighbor) is offered for a sudden
+judgment--to sink or swim upon a first impression--and its christening
+is an especial peril. I have fretted for a month to find a title for
+my comedy.
+
+My first choice was _A Frightful Play of Pirates_. In the word
+_frightful_ lay the double meaning that I wanted. It held up my hands,
+as it were, for mercy. It is an old device. Did not Keats, when a
+novice in his art, attempt by a modest preface to disarm the critics
+of his Endymion? "It is just," he wrote, "that this youngster should
+die away." Yet my title was too long. I could not hope, if my comedy
+reached the boards, that a manager could afford such a long display of
+electric lights above the door. It would require more than a barrel of
+lamps.
+
+_The Pirates of Clovelly_ was not bad, except for length, but it was
+too obviously stolen from Gilbert's opera. I could feel my guilty
+fingers in his pocket.
+
+_'S Death_ was suggested, but it was too flippant, too farcical. _'S
+Blood_, although effective in red lights, met the same objection. _The
+Spittin' Devil_, named for our pirate ship, lacked refinement.
+Certainly no lady in silk and lace would admit acquaintance with so
+gross a personage.
+
+_Darlin'_ was offered to me--the name of the old lady with one tooth
+who cooks and mixes the grog for my sailormen. And I still think that
+with better spelling it would be an excellent title for musical
+comedy. But it was naught for a pirate play. Its anemia would soften
+the vigor of my lines. One could as well call the tale of Bluebeard by
+the name of his casual cook.
+
+Then _Clovelly_ seemed enough. At the very least--if my publisher were
+energetic--it ensured a brisk sale of the printed play among the
+American tourists on the Devon coast, who travel by boat or
+char-a-banc to this ancient fishing village where we set our plot. For
+even a trivial book sells to trippers if its story is laid around the
+corner. Would it not be pleasant, I thought, when I visit the place
+again, to see them thumbing me as they waited for the steamer--to see
+a whole window of myself placed in equal prominence with picture
+postal cards? When I registered at the inn alongside the wharf might I
+not hope that the landlady would recognize my name and give me, as an
+honored guest, a front room that looks upon the ocean? Perhaps, as I
+had my tea and clotted cream on the village staircase, I might mention
+casually to a pretty tourist that I was the author of the book that
+protruded from her handbag--and fetch my dishes to her table.
+
+It is so seldom that an obscure author catches anyone _flagrante
+dilicto_ on his book. Will no one ever read a book of mine in the
+subway, that I may tap him on the shoulder? Do travelers never put me
+in their grips? Must everyone read in public the latest novel, and
+reserve all plays and essays for their solitary hours? At the club I
+shuffle to the top any periodical that contains my name, but the
+crowded noon buries me deep again.
+
+At best, maybe, in a lending library, I see a date stamped inside my
+cover; but, although I linger near the shelf, no one comes to draw me
+down. I think that hunters must look with equal hunger on the bear's
+tread. 'T is here! 'T is there! But the cunning creature has escaped.
+Blackmore's pleasant ghost frequents the shadowy church at Porlock
+where he married Lorna and John Ridd, or roams the Valley of the Rocks
+to see the studious pilgrims at his pages. Stevenson haunts the
+gloomy inlet where the Admiral Benbow stood and where old Pew came
+tapping in the night. In the flesh I shall join their revels as an
+equal comrade. _Clovelly_, however, although its lilt was pleasant to
+the ear, was an insufficient title.
+
+_Skull and Crossbones_ was too obvious, and my next choice was _The
+Gibbet_. But there was the disadvantage of scaring the timid. Old
+ladies would pass me by. It would check the sale of tickets. My
+nephew, who is fourteen and not at all timid, was stout in its
+defense. He pronounces it as if the _g_ were the hard kind that starts
+off gurgle. _G_ibbet! He asked me if I had a hanging in the piece. If
+so, he knew how the business could be managed without chance of
+accident--an extra rope fastened to the belt behind. I told him that
+it was none of his business how I ended up the pirates. I would hang
+them or not, as I saw fit. He would have to pay his quarter like
+anybody else and sit it through.
+
+He suggested From _Dish-Pan to Matrimony_--obviously a jest. The sly
+rogue laughs at me. I must confess, however, that he has given me some
+of my best lines. "Villainy 's afoot!" for example, and "Sink me stern
+up!" His peaceful school breeds a wealth of pungent English.
+
+I was in despair. _Revenge!_ Would that have done? I see a maddened
+father stand with smoking revolver above the body of a silky-whiskered
+villain. "Doris," the panting parent cries, "the butcher boy knows
+all and wants you for his bride." And down comes the happy curtain on
+the lovers. _The Wreckers_ belongs to Stevenson. _The Pirates' Nest!_
+It is too ornithological. The Natural History Museum might buy a copy
+and think I had cheated them.
+
+And then _Channel Lights_! It sends us sharply to the days of the
+older melodrama--days when we exchanged a ten-cent piece for a gallery
+seat and hissed the villain. Do you recall the breathless moment when
+the heroine implored the villain to give her back her stolen child?
+For answer the cruel fellow tied the darling to the buzz-saw. Or that
+darker scene when he tossed the lady to the black waters of the
+Thames, with the splash of a dipper up behind? Hurry, master hero!
+Your horse's hoofs clatter in the wings. Gallop, Dobbin! A precious
+life depends upon your speed. Our dangerous plot hangs by a single
+thread.
+
+It is quite a task to find a sufficient title. I have wavered for a
+month.
+
+But now my efforts seem rewarded.
+
+There is a wharf in London below the Tower, not far from the India
+docks. It has now sunk to common week-day uses, and I suppose its
+rotten timbers are piled with honest, unromantic merchandise. But once
+pirates were hanged there. It was the first convenient place for
+inbound ships to dispose of this dirty, deep-sea cargo. Doubtless
+hereabout the lanes and building-tops were crowded with an idle
+throng as on a holiday, and wherries to the bankside and the play
+paused with suspended oar for a sight of the happy festival. Did
+Hamlet wait upon this ghastly prologue? Shakespeare himself, unplayed
+script in hand, mused how tragedy and farce go hand in hand. In those
+golden days with which our comedy concerns itself, a gibbet stood on
+Wapping wharf and pirates stepped off the fatal cart to a hangman's
+jest. We may hear the shouts of the 'prentice lads echoing across the
+centuries.
+
+I cannot hope that many persons--except dusty scholars--will know of
+the district's ancient ill-repute, yet Wapping wharf figures often in
+my dialogue as the somber motif of a pirate's life. It conveys to the
+plot the sense of mystery. It needs but a handful of electric lamps.
+
+If no one offers me a better title I shall let it stand.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Wappin' Wharf
+
+_A Frightful Comedy of Pirates_
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+First produced in January, 1922, at the Play House, Cleveland, under
+the direction of Frederic McConnell. The settings and costumes were
+designed by Julia McCune Flory. The cast was as follows:
+
+THE DUKE         _William C. Keough_
+
+PATCH-EYE        _Howard Burns_
+
+THE CAPTAIN      _Ewart Whitworth_
+
+RED JOE          _K. Elmo Lowe_
+
+DARLIN'          _Mary Gilson_
+
+BETSY            _Jeanette Geoghegan_
+
+OLD MEG          _Emma Tilden_
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN   _Ganson Cook_
+
+SAILORS          _Vance Stewart_, _Alvin Shulman_, _Arthur Kraus_
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Wappin' Wharf
+
+_A Frightful Comedy of Pirates_
+
+
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+_Our scene is the wind-swept coast of Devon. By day there is a wide
+stretch of ocean far below. The time is remote and doubtless great
+ships of forgotten build stand out from Bristol in full sail for
+western shores. Their white canvas winks in the morning sun as if
+their purpose were a jest. They seek a northwest passage and the
+golden mines of India. But we must be loose and free of date lest our
+plot be shamed by broken fact. A thousand years are but as yesterday.
+We shall make no more than a general gesture toward the wide spaces of
+the past._
+
+_The village of Clovelly climbs in a single street--a staircase,
+really--from the shore to the top of the cliff, and is fagged and out
+of breath half way. But on a still dizzier crag, storm-blown,
+clinging by its toes, there stands the pirates' cabin. To this topmost
+ledge fishwives sometimes scramble by day to seek a belated sail
+against Lundy's Isle. But after twilight a night wind searches the
+crannies of the rock and whines to the moon of its barren quest, and
+then no villager, I think, chooses to walk in that direction. I have
+visited Clovelly and have kicked a sodden donkey from the wharf to the
+top of the street, past the shops of Devon cream and picture postal
+cards, but have sought in vain the pirates' cabin. Since our far-off
+adventure of tonight ten thousand tempests have snarled across these
+giddy cliffs and we must convince our reason that these highest crags
+where we pitch our plot have long since been toppled in a storm. Where
+yonder wave lathers the shaggy headland, as if Neptune had turned
+barber, we must fancy that the pinnacles of yesteryear lie buried in
+the sea._
+
+_We had hoped for a play upon the sea, with a tall mast rocking from
+wing to wing and a tempest roaring at the rail. Alas! Our pirates grow
+old and stiff. They have retired, as we say, from active practice and
+live in idle luxury on shore. Yet we shall see that their villainy
+still thrives._
+
+_Our scene is their cabin on the cliff. It is a rough stone building
+with peeling plaster and slates that by day are green with moss. But
+it is night and the wind is whistling its rowdy companions from the
+sea. Until the morning they will play at leap-frog from cliff to
+cliff. Far below is the village of Clovelly, snug with fire and
+candles._
+
+_We enter the cabin without knocking--like neighbors through a
+garden--and poke about a bit before our hosts appear. A door, forward
+at the right, leads to the kitchen. Back stage, also, at the right, a
+ladder rises to a sleeping loft. On the left wall are a chimney and
+fireplace with a crane and pot for heating grog, and smoky timbers
+above to mark the frequent thirst. On a great beam overhead are bags
+of clinking loot and shining brasses from wrecked ships. Peppers hang
+to dry before the fire, and a lighted ship's lantern swings from a
+hook. At the rear of the cabin, to the left, a row of mullioned
+windows looks at sea and cliffs in a flash of lightning. Below is a
+seaman's chest. Above, on the broken plaster, is scrawled a ship. In
+the middle, at the rear, there is a clock with hanging pendulum and
+weights. A gun of antique pattern leans beside the clock. To the right
+the cabin is recessed, with a door right-angled in the jog and other
+windows looking on the sea. A parrot sits on its perch with curbed
+profanity. The gaudy creature is best if stuffed, for its noisy tongue
+would drown our dialogue. Like Hamlet's player it would speak beyond
+its lines and raise a quantity of barren laughter. Our furniture is a
+table and three stools, and a tall-backed chair beside the hearth. On
+the table a candle burns, bespattered with tallow. The cabin glows
+with fire light._
+
+[Illustration: Two pirates are discovered drinking at a table]
+
+_At the lifting of the curtain there is thunder and lightning, and a
+rush of wind--if it can be managed. Two pirates are discovered,
+drinking at the table. By the smack of their lips it is excellent
+grog. One of them--Patch-Eye--has lost an eye and he wears a black
+patch. His hair curls up in a pigtail, like any sailor before Nelson.
+It looks as stiff as a hook and he might almost be lifted by it and
+hung on a peg. But all of our pirates wear pigtails--except one, Red
+Joe._
+
+_The other pirate at the table is called the Duke, for no apparent
+reason as he is a shabby rogue. We must not run our finger down the
+peerage in hope of finding him, or think that he owns a palace on the
+Strand. He has only one leg, with a timber below the knee. He wears a
+long cloak so that the actor's rusticated leg can be folded out of
+sight. The Duke has a great red nose--grog and rum and that sort of
+thing. His whiskers are the bush that marks the merry drinking place._
+
+_Patch-Eye is melancholy--almost sentimental at times. He would stab a
+man, but grieve upon a sparrow. At heart we fear he is a coward, and
+stupid. The Duke, on the contrary, is shrewd and he does a lot of
+thinking. He has heavy eyebrows. He is the kind of thinker that you
+just know that he is thinking. Both pirates are very cruel--and
+profane, but we must be careful._
+
+_And now we hush the melancholy fiddlers. If this comedy can stir the
+croaking bass-viol to any show of mirth, our work tops Falstaff. Glum
+folk with beards had best withdraw. Only the young in heart will catch
+the slender meaning of our play. Let's light the candles and draw the
+curtain!_
+
+PATCH: Darlin'! Darlin'! (_He lolls back in his chair and stretches
+out his legs for comfort._) Darlin'!
+
+(_At this a dirty old woman with one tooth appears from the kitchen.
+She is called Darlin' just for fun, as she is not at all kissable. A
+sprig of mistletoe, even in the Christmas season, would beckon
+vainly._)
+
+PATCH: Me friend, the Duke, is thirsty. Will yer fill the cups? Hurry,
+ol' dear! And squeeze in jest a bit o' lemon. It sets the stomich.
+
+DARLIN': Yer sets yer stomich like it were hen's eggs. Alers coddlin'
+it.
+
+(_She stirs and tastes the pot of grog, and hoists her wrinkled
+stockings._)
+
+DUKE: There 's no one like Darlin' fer mixin' grog.
+
+DARLIN': Fer that kind word I 'm lovin' yer. (_She looks at him with
+admiration._) Ain 't he a figger o' a man? Wenus was nothin'. Jest
+nothin' at all.
+
+PATCH: It 's grog beats off the melancholy. As soon as me pipes go
+dry, I gets homesick fer the ocean. Here we be, Duke, thrown up at
+last ter rot like driftwood on the shore. No more sailin' off to
+Trinidad! No tackin' 'round the Hebrides! We is ships as has sprung a
+leak. It was 'appy days when we sailed with ol' Flint on the Spanish
+Main.
+
+DUKE: 'Appy days, Patch! (_They drink._)
+
+PATCH: Aye! The blessed, dear, ol' roarin' hulk. No better pirate ever
+lived than Flint. Smart with his cutlass. Quick at the trigger. Grog!
+A sloppin' pail o' it was jest a sip.
+
+DUKE: I used ter tell him that his leg was holler.
+
+PATCH: He was a vat, was Flint--jest a swishin' keg.
+
+DUKE: Grog jest sizzled and disappeared, like when yer drops it on a
+red-hot seacoal.
+
+PATCH: Fer twenty year and more me and you has seen ol' Flint march
+his wictims off the plank.
+
+DUKE: "Step lively!" he 'd say. "Does n't yer hear Davy callin' to
+yer?" There was never a sailorman ever sat in the Port Light at
+Wappin' wharf which could drink with Flint.
+
+[Illustration: "Port Light" at Wappin' Wharf]
+
+PATCH: Wappin' wharf and gibbets is nothin' ter talk about. Funerals
+even is cheerfuller.
+
+DUKE: There 's his parrot.
+
+PATCH: She used ter cuss soft and gentle to herself--'appy all the
+day. She ain 't spoke since Flint was took. Peckin' at yer finger and
+broodin'.
+
+DUKE: There 's his ol' clock.
+
+PATCH: As hung in the cabin o' the Spittin' Devil.
+
+DUKE: With the pendulum gettin' tangled in a storm. A 'ell of a clock
+fer a bouncin' ship.
+
+[Illustration: "A 'ell of a clock fer a bouncin' ship"]
+
+PATCH: She was tickin' peaceful the day Flint was hanged. But she
+stopped--does yer remember it?--the very minute they pushed him off
+the ladder.
+
+DUKE: She ain 't ticked since.
+
+PATCH: It makes yer 'stitious. And she won 't never run agin--that 's
+what Flint alers said--till his death 's revenged.
+
+DUKE: He told us never ter wind her--says she 'd start hisself without
+no windin' when the right time came.
+
+PATCH: If I was ter look up and see that pendulum swingin'--Horrers!
+Yeller elephants would be nothin'!
+
+DUKE: Pooh! I 'd give a month o' grog jest ter hear the ol' dear
+tickin', and ter know that Flint was restin' easy in his rotten
+coffin--swappin' stories with the pretty angels.
+
+PATCH: I loved Flint like a brother. (_He is quite sentimental about
+this._) It was him knocked this out. (_Pointing to his missing eye._)
+But it was jest in the way o' business. We differed a leetle in the
+loot. He was very persuasive, was ol' Flint.
+
+DUKE: Yer talks like a woman. They loves yer to cuff 'em. Them was
+'appy days, Patch.
+
+PATCH: Blast me gig what 's left, Duke, but me and you has seen a heap
+o' sights. I suppose I 've drowned meself a hundred men. It 's
+comfertin' when yer lays awake at night. I feels I ain 't wasted
+meself. I 've used me gifts. I ain 't been a foolish virgin and put me
+shinin' talent inside a bushel. But me and you is driftwood now, Duke.
+
+DUKE: Aye. But it ain 't no use snifflin' about it, ol' crocodile.
+Darlin' is certainly handy at mixin' grog. And we 've a right smart
+cabin with winders on the sea. Since I stuffed yer ol' shirt in the
+roof it hardly leaks.
+
+PATCH: My shirt! Next week is me week fer changin'. How could yer ha'
+done it? I 'm a kinder perticerler dresser. I likes ter wash now and
+then--if it ain 't too often.
+
+DUKE: Darlin', me friend Patch is thirsty. And a drop meself. (_The
+cups are filled._) Yer a precious ol' lady, and I loves yer.
+
+DARLIN': Yer spoils me, Duke.
+
+(_Lightning and a crash of thunder._)
+
+DUKE: It 's foul tonight on the ocean. How the wind blows! It be
+spittin' up outside. The channel 's as riled as a wampire when yer
+scorns her. How she snorts!
+
+PATCH: The devil hisself is hissin' through his teeth.
+
+DUKE: There 'll be sailormen tonight what 's booked fer Davy Jones's
+locker. I 'm not kickin' much ter be ashore. I rots peaceful.
+
+(_Patch-Eye has opened the door to consult the night. It slams wide in
+the wind and the gust blows out the candle._)
+
+DUKE: Hi, there, for'ard! Batten yer hatch! Yer blowin' the gizzard
+out o' us.
+
+[Illustration: "Yer blowin' the gizzard out o' us"]
+
+(_He hobbles on timber leg to the warm chair by the fire. Patch closes
+the door and sits. Darlin' relights the candle._)
+
+PATCH: Poor Flint! He was took on jest such a night.
+
+Dropped inter the Port Light fer somethin' wet and warmin'. Jest ter
+kinder say goodby. Ship all fitted out. He 'd got three new
+sailormen--fine fellers as had been sentenced ter be hanged fer
+cuttin' purses, but had been let go, as they had reformed and wanted
+ter be honest pirates.
+
+DUKE: I remembers the night, ol' sea-nymph. It was rainin' ter put out
+the fires o' hell--with the leetle devils stoakin' in the sinners. It
+'s sinners, Patch, as is used fer kindlers, ter keep the devils in a
+healthy sweat.
+
+PATCH: He was ter sail when the tide ran out. Lord a Goody! How the
+tide runs down the Thames, as if it were homesick fer the ocean!
+
+DUKE: But someone squealed.
+
+PATCH: Squealers is worse 'n hissin' reptiles. They ketched Flint and
+they strung him to a gibbet. Poor ol' dear! I never touches me patch,
+but I thinks o' Flint.
+
+DUKE: This here life is snug and easy. We has retired from practice,
+like store-keepers does who has made a fortin. Ain 't we settin' here
+in style and comfert, and jest waitin' fer the treasure ships ter come
+ter us? We gets the plums without chawin' at the dough. We blows out
+the lighthouse, and we sets our lantern so as ter fool 'em on the
+course, and when they smashes on the rocks, well--all we does is stuff
+our pokes with the treasure that washes up. I prays meself fer fog and
+dirty weather. Now I lay me, says I, and will yer send it thick and
+oozy?
+
+PATCH: I ain 't disputin' yer. (_He cheers up a bit._) And we robs
+landlubbers once in a while.
+
+DUKE: Now yer talkin', ol' sea-lion. I 'm tellin' yer it were a good
+haul we made last night on Castle Crag.
+
+PATCH: Who 's disputin' yer?
+
+DUKE: I 'm tellin' yer. Silver candles! And spoons! Never seen such a
+heap o' spoons.
+
+PATCH: What 's anyone want more 'n one spoon fer? Yer cleans it every
+bite agin the tongue.
+
+DUKE: Yer disgusts me, Patch. Yer ain 't no manners. Fer meself I
+spears me food tidy on me knife.
+
+(_The Duke sits looking at the seaman's chest at the rear of the
+cabin. He is deep in thought._)
+
+DUKE: There 's jest one leetle thing I does n't understand. I asks
+yer. (_He goes to the chest, opens it and draws out a rich velvet
+garment. He holds it up._) What 's the meaning o' this here loot we
+took at Castle Crag? I asks yer. Ain 't we been by that castle a
+hundred times? The Earl, he don 't wear clothes like this. None o' the
+arstocky does, 'cept when they struts on Piccadilly. I asks yer,
+Patch. I asks yer who wears a thing like that.
+
+(_He puts the garment around Patch's shoulders._)
+
+DARLIN': Yer looks like the Archbishop o' Canterbury.
+
+PATCH: (_with strut and gesture_). His Grice takin' the air--pluckin'
+posies.
+
+DUKE: Lookin' like a silly jackass.
+
+PATCH: Yer hurts me feelin's, Duke.
+
+(_The Duke folds the cloak and puts it back again in the chest. He
+sits at the table in meditation._)
+
+DUKE: I does n't like it, Patch. I does n't understand it. And what I
+does n't understand, I does n't like.
+
+PATCH: What?
+
+DUKE: Them gay clothes. Who owned 'em, I asks yer, afore we stole 'em.
+
+PATCH: Darlin'! Me friend, the Duke, is thirsty. Yer had better mix
+another pot. Our cups is low. Yer does n't want ter be a foolish
+virgin and get ketched without no grog.
+
+DUKE: With this bit o' slop what 's left I drinks to yer shinin'
+lamps--Wenus's flashin' gigs.
+
+DARLIN': I loves yer, Duke.
+
+(_She fills, mixes and stirs the pot. She tastes it like a practiced
+house-wife. Her apron is maid of all work. It is towel, dust-rag, mop
+and handkerchief._)
+
+[Illustration: Her apron is towel, dust rag, mop and handkerchief]
+
+DUKE: What does yer make, ol' Cyclops, o' the new recruit?
+
+PATCH: Red Joe?
+
+DUKE: Him.
+
+PATCH: He 's a right smart pirate, I says. I never seen a feller as
+could shoot so straight.
+
+DUKE: I says so. But he 's a wee bit nobby--kinder stiff in the nose.
+
+PATCH: Looks as if he knowed he was kinder good.
+
+DUKE: It 's queer how he come ter us. Jest settin' on top his dory on
+the beach, when we found him. And what he said about his ship goin'
+down! Blast me ol' stump, but it were queer.
+
+PATCH: Queer?
+
+DUKE: Yer said it, Patch. Queerer than mermaids. Did we ever see a
+stick o' that ship? I 'm askin' yer, Patch.
+
+PATCH: Ain 't I listenin'?
+
+DUKE: Ain 't I tellin' yer? Nary a bit washed in. Did yer ever know a
+wreck 'long here where nothin' washed in--jest nothin'? I 'm askin'
+yer.
+
+PATCH: You and me would starve if it happened regular.
+
+DUKE: It 's what we lives by--pickin's on the beach.
+
+PATCH: He 's a right smart pirate, 's Red Joe. The Captain--the most
+'ticerler man I know--he took ter him at once. He 's a kinder
+good-lookin' feller.
+
+DARLIN': (_stirring at the pot_). He ain 't got whiskers like the
+Duke.
+
+(_She spits--must I say it?--she spits into the fire._)
+
+DUKE: Queer that never a stick washed in.
+
+PATCH: I 'm not denyin' yer, Duke. Where 's Red Joe now? It 's gettin'
+on. I 'll jest take a look fer him. (_He takes the lantern from its
+hook and stands at the open door._) It ain 't blowin' so hard. Ol'
+Borealis--I speaks poetical--ain 't strainin' at his waistcoat buttons
+like he was.
+
+DUKE: Igerence! I pities yer. Borealis ain 't wind. He 's rainbows.
+
+(_Patch-Eye goes into the night. The Duke sits to a greasy game of
+solitaire._)
+
+DUKE: It 's queer, I says. Nary a stick! Jest Red Joe on top his dory!
+(_He sings abstractedly._)
+
+[Music: PIRATE CHANTY]
+
+     Bill Bones used ter say, on many a day,
+     When takin' a ship fer its loot,
+     That a blow on the head was quickest dead
+     And safest and best ter boot.
+     But a wictim's end, fer meself I contend--
+     There 's a hundred been killed by me--
+     Is a walk, I 'll be frank, on a slippery plank,
+     And a splash in the roarin' sea.
+
+(_He turns and surveys the drawing above the windows. He cocks his
+head like a connoisseur, critically--with approval._)
+
+DUKE: I 'm the artist o' that there masterpiece. The Spittin' Devil! I
+done it on a rainy mornin'. Genius is queer. (_Then he sings again._)
+
+     Ol' Pew had a jerk with a long-handled dirk--
+     His choice was a jab in the dark--
+
+(_He is engaged thus, fumbling with his cards, when Darlin', crossing
+from the fire, interrupts him._)
+
+DARLIN': Duke, will yer have a nip o' grog? It eases yer pipes. Yer
+sounds as if yer had crumbs in yer gullet.
+
+[Illustration: "It eases yer pipes"]
+
+(_The Duke pushes forward his cup._)
+
+DUKE: It 's a lovely tune, and I wrote the words meself. (_He
+continues his song._)
+
+     Old Pew had a jerk with a long-handled dirk--
+     His choice was a jab in the dark--
+     And Morgan's crew, 'twixt me and you,
+     Considered a rope a lark.
+     But a prettier end, I repeat and contend--
+     And I 've sailed on every sea--
+     Is a plunge off the side in the foamin' tide.
+     It tickles a sailor like me.
+
+DARLIN': Duke, does yer happen ter have a wife?
+
+DUKE: (_deeply engaged_). Some tunes is hard, so I jest makes 'em up
+as I goes along.
+
+     Blackbeard had a knife which he stuck in his wife.
+     Fer naggin', says he ter me--
+
+DARLIN': Has yer a wife? A wife as might turn up, I mean.
+
+DUKE: Say it agin, Darlin'.
+
+DARLIN': Most sailors has wives o' course, strewed here and there from
+Bristol to Guinea--jest ter make all ports cozy. So 's yer goin' home
+ter a 'appy family, no matter where yer steers.
+
+DUKE: It 's comfertable, Darlin'--I 'll not deny it--when yer heads
+ter harbor to see a winkin' candle in a winder on a hill, and know
+that a faithful wife and a couple o' leetle pirates is waitin' ter hug
+yer.
+
+DARLIN': I says so, Duke. I 've been a wife meself on and off, with
+husbands sailin' in and out--kissin' yer and 'oistin' sail.
+Roundabout, I says, makes 'appy marriages. Has yer a wife,
+Duke--livin', as yer can remember?
+
+DUKE: Yer a bold, for'ard creature. Are yer proposin' ter me?
+
+(_Something like a wink shows in the blush._)
+
+DARLIN': I blush fer yer bad manners, Duke. I 'm a lady and I waits
+patient fer the 'appy question. I lets me beauty do the pleadin'. I
+was a flamin' roarer in me time. Lovers was nothin'. Dozens! There was
+a sea-captain once--(_She smiles dreamily, then seems to cut her
+throat with her little finger._) Positive! Jest 'cause we tiffed. And
+a stage-coach driver! I had ter cool his passion with a rollin' pin.
+He brooded hisself inter drink. 'Appy days! (_She is lost for a moment
+in her glorious past, then blows her nose upon her apron and returns
+to us._) Duke--askin' yer pardon--I was noticin' lately that you was
+castin' yer eyes on leetle Betsy.
+
+DUKE: As washes the dishes?
+
+DARLIN': Her.
+
+DUKE: Go 'long!
+
+DARLIN': And I thought yer might be drawn to her.
+
+DUKE: Darlin', I 'm easy riled.
+
+DARLIN': Yer can have her, Duke, on one condition.
+
+DUKE: She 's a pretty leetle girl.
+
+DARLIN': Yer must set me up in a pub in Bristol--with brass
+beer-pulls.
+
+DUKE: I 'll not deny I 've given her a thought. Usual, wives is
+nuisances--naggin' at yer fer sixpences. But sometimes I does get
+lonesome on a wet night when there are nothin' ter do. I need someone
+ter hand me down me boots. Betsy 'd make a kinder cozy wife. Could yer
+learn her ter make grog?
+
+DARLIN': Aye.
+
+DUKE: I might do worse. And roast pig that crackles?
+
+DARLIN': I could learn her.
+
+DUKE: I might do worser. I 'd marry you, Darlin'--
+
+DARLIN': Dearie!
+
+DUKE: But yer gettin' on. Patch might marry yer. He 's only got one
+eye.
+
+DARLIN': (_with scorn_). Patch!
+
+DUKE: I 'll not deny I 've been considerin' leetle Betsy. I was
+thinkin' about it this mornin' as I was cleanin' me boot. Wives cleans
+boots. I 'm the sort o' sailorman she would be sure ter like.
+
+DARLIN': And what about the pub?
+
+DUKE: Blast me stump, Darlin', I 'll not ferget yer.
+
+DARLIN': Does I get brass beer-pulls in the tap?
+
+DUKE: Everythin' shiny.
+
+DARLIN': I 'm lovin' yer.
+
+DUKE: Betsy would kinder jump at me. There 's somethin' tender about a
+young girl's first love--cooin' in yer arms.
+
+DARLIN': Easy, Duke!
+
+DUKE: I alers was a fav'rite with the ladies. I think it 's me
+whiskers.
+
+DARLIN': 'Vast there, Duke! There 's a shoal ahead. Red Joe 's a right
+smart feller.
+
+DUKE: Red Joe?
+
+DARLIN': Him. He sets and watches her.
+
+DUKE: What can she see in a young feller like that?
+
+DARLIN': Women 's queer folks. They 're wicious wampires. Jest yer
+watch 'em together. Red Joe 's snoopin' in on yer.
+
+DUKE: Yer can blast me. He ain 't got whiskers.
+
+DARLIN': I 'm tellin' yer, Duke. If I was you I 'd tumble that Red Joe
+off a cliff. I 'm hintin' to yer, Duke. Off a cliff! (_She sniffs
+audibly._) It 's the pig. I clean fergot the pig. It 's burnin' on the
+fire. Off a cliff! I 'm hintin' to yer.
+
+(_She runs to the kitchen._)
+
+DUKE: Red Joe! Women 's queer--queerer than mermaids. A snooper! Jest
+a 'prentice pirate! No whiskers! Nothin'!
+
+(_At this moment there is a stamping of feet outside and Patch-Eye
+enters with Red Joe._
+
+_If Red Joe were born a gentleman we might expect silver buckles and a
+yellow feather to trail across his shoulder, for he bears a jaunty
+dignity. His is a careless grace--the swagger of a pleasant
+vagabond--a bravado that snaps its fingers at danger. His body has the
+quickness of a cat, his eye a flash of humor--kindly, unless necessity
+sharpens it. As poets were thick in those golden days we suspect that
+the roar of the ocean sets rhymes jingling in his heart. He is,
+however, almost as shabby as the other pirates, although he wears no
+pigtail. His collar is turned up. He wrings the water from his hat._
+
+_Patch-Eye throws himself on the seaman's chest and falls asleep at
+once. He snores an obligato to our scene. Just once an ugly dream
+disturbs him and we must fancy that a gibbet has crossed the frightful
+shadow of his thoughts._)
+
+DUKE: Evenin', ol' sea-serpent! Where has you been?
+
+JOE: Up at the lighthouse. It 's as mirky as hell's back door.
+
+DUKE: See Petey?
+
+JOE: I did. He was puttering with his light and meowing to his tabby
+cat.
+
+DUKE: We 're a blessin' ter ol' Petey. I 'm bettin' me stump he 'd get
+lonesome up there 'cept fer us. (_He points to the window to the
+right, where the lighthouse shows._) There 's ol' Petey, starin' at
+the ocean. Yer ain 't never seen a light at that t' other winder, has
+yer Joe? We waits fer a merchantman which he knows has gold aboard.
+Then we jest tips a hint ter Petey, and he douses his light. Then we
+sets up our lantern--ol' Flint's lantern--outside on the rocks, jest
+where she shows at t' other winder. The ship sticks her nose agin the
+cliff. Smash!
+
+(_At this point, after a few moments of convulsion, Patch-Eye falls
+off the chest. He sits up and rubs his eyes._)
+
+PATCH: I dreamed o' gibbets!
+
+DUKE: Yer is lucky, ol' keg o' rum, yer does n't dream o' purple
+rhinoceroses. Go back ter bed. (_Then to Joe._) Smash! I says. On
+comes Petey agin. And we jest as innercent as babies in a crib. It was
+me own idear. Brains, young feller. Jest yer wait, Joey, till yer sees
+a light at t' other winder.
+
+[Illustration: "And we jest as innercent as babies in a crib"]
+
+(_Betsy is heard singing in the kitchen. The Duke stops and listens. A
+dark thought runs through his head. His shrewd eye quests from kitchen
+door to Joe._)
+
+DUKE: Darlin'! Darlin'! (_She thrusts in her head._)
+
+DUKE: Where 's Betsy?
+
+DARLIN': She 's washin' dishes.
+
+DUKE: I 'm wonderin' if she would lay off a bit from her jolly
+occerpation, and sing us a leetle song.
+
+DARLIN': (_calling_). Betsy! I wants yer.
+
+PATCH: I never knowed yer cared fer music, Duke. Usually yer goes
+outside. Yer jest boohs.
+
+DUKE: I does usual, Patch. Tonight 's perticerler. Red Joe ain 't
+never heard Betsy sing. Does yer like music, Joe?
+
+JOE: I like the roaring of the ocean. I like to hear the trees tossing
+in the wind.
+
+PATCH: Wind ain 't music. Yer should hear Betsy. She 's got a leetle
+song that makes yer feel as good and peaceful as a whinin' parson.
+
+DARLIN': (_beckoning at the kitchen door_). Betsy! Stop sloppin' with
+the dishes!
+
+[Illustration: Betsy enters]
+
+(_Betsy enters. She is a pretty girl. Our guess at her age is--but it
+is better not to guess. We have in our own experience made several
+humiliating blunders. Let us say that Betsy is young enough to be a
+grand-daughter. Plainly she is a pirate by accident, not inheritance,
+for she is clean and she wears a pretty dress._)
+
+DUKE: (_as he rises and makes a show of manners_). Betsy, yer is
+welcome ter the parlor. We wants Red Joe ter hear yer sing. That
+leetle song o' yers.
+
+(_He returns to the recess at the rear of the cabin and covertly
+watches Joe. Patch-Eye is lost in heavenly meditation. Joe's attention
+is roused before the first stanza of the song is finished. By the
+third stanza Betsy sings to him alone._)
+
+[Music: Betsy's Lullaby]
+
+[Transcriber's Note: Misspelled "Betsey" in original music title.]
+
+BETSY: (_sings_).
+
+     The north wind's cheeks are puffed with tunes:
+     It whistles across the sky.
+     Its song is shrill and rough, until
+     The hour of twilight 's nigh.
+     Rest, my dear one, rest and dream.
+     The winds on tip-toe keep.
+     In the dusk of day they hum their lay,
+     And weary children sleep.
+
+     The waves since dawn roared on the rocks:
+     They snarled at the ships on the deep.
+     But at twilight hour they chain their power
+     And little children sleep.
+     Rest, my dear one, rest and dream.
+     The ships in a cradle swing,
+     And sailormen blink and children sink
+     To sleep, as the wavelets sing.
+
+     The sun at noon was red and hot:
+     It stifled the east and west.
+     But at even song the shadows long
+     Have summoned the world to rest.
+     Rest, my dear one, rest and dream.
+     The sun runs off from the sky.
+     But the stars, it 's odd, while children nod,
+     Are tuned to a lullaby.
+
+(_She sings slowly, to a measure that might rock a cradle. This can be
+managed, for I have tried it with a chair. Once, Patch-Eye blows his
+nose to keep his emotions from exposure. But make him blow
+softly--_soto naso_, shall we say?--so as not to disturb the song. In
+Red Joe the song seems to have stirred a memory. At the end of each
+stanza Betsy pauses, as if she, too, dwelt in the past._)
+
+PATCH: When I hears that song I feels as if I were rockin' babies in a
+crib--blessed leetle pirates, pullin' at their bottles, as will foller
+the sea some day.
+
+(_He blows his sentimental nose. A slighter structure would burst in
+the explosion._)
+
+DUKE: Yer ol' nose sounds as if it were tootin' fer a fog. Yer might
+be roundin' the Isle o' Dogs on a mirky night.
+
+(_He goes to the door and stretches out his hand for raindrops._)
+
+DUKE: Joe, you and me has got ter put ile in the lantern. Come on, ol'
+sweetheart. When yer sees this lantern blinkin' at that there winder,
+yer will know that willainy 's afoot.
+
+(_He comes close to Darlin' and whispers._)
+
+DUKE: Yer said it, Darlin'. Yer said it. Red Joe 's castin' his eye on
+Betsy. Off a cliff! Tonight! Now! If I gets a chance. Off a cliff!
+Come on, Joey!
+
+(_He goes outdoors with Red Joe, singing Betsy's song. The lullaby
+fades in the distance. Patch-Eye and Betsy are left together, for the
+roast pig again calls Darlin' to the kitchen._)
+
+PATCH: Will yer wait a bit, Betsy--askin' yer pardon--while I talks to
+yer?
+
+BETSY: Of course, Patch.
+
+PATCH: I don 't suppose, dearie, I 'm the kind o' pirate as sets yer
+thinkin' of fiddles tunin' up, ner parsons. No, yer says. Ner cradles
+and leetle devils bitin' at their coral. And I don 't suppose yer has
+a kind o' hankerin' and yearnin'. Yer never sets and listens to me
+comin'. Course not, yer says. Betsy, if I talk out square you 'll not
+blab it all 'round the village, will yer? They would point their
+fingers at me, and giggle in their sleeves. I want ter tell yer
+somethin' o' a wery tender nater. There 's a leetle word as begins
+with _L_. _L_, I mean, not 'ell. I would n't want yer to think, Betsy,
+I 'm cussin'. 'Ell is cussin'. That leetle word is what 's ailing me.
+It 's love, Betsy. It 's me heart. Smashed all ter bits! Jesus, yer
+asks, what done it? It 's a pretty girl, I answers yer, as has smashed
+it. Does yer foller, Betsy? A pretty girl about your size, and with
+eyes the color o' yourn. What does yer say, Betsy? Yer says nothin'.
+
+BETSY: I never meant to, Patch. I 'm sorry.
+
+PATCH: Course you are. Jest as sorry as the careless feller as nudged
+Humpty Dumpty off the wall. But it did n't do no good. There he was,
+broke all ter flinders. And all the King's horses and all the King's
+men could n't fix him. Humpty Dumpty is me, Betsy. Regularly all split
+up, fore and aft, rib and keel. I mopes all day fer you, Betsy. And I
+mopes all night. Last night I did n't get ter sleep, jest fidgettin',
+till way past 'leven o' clock. And I woke agin at seven, askin'
+meself, if I loves you hopeless. Yer is a lump o' sugar, Betsy, as
+would sweeten ol' Patch's life. If we was married I 'd jest tag
+'round behind yer and hand yer things. And now yer tells me there ain
+'t no hope at all.
+
+BETSY: No hope at all, Patch.
+
+PATCH: Yesterday I was countin' the potaters in the pot, sayin' ter
+meself: She loves me--She don 't love me. But the last potater did n't
+love me, Betsy. There was jest one too many potaters in the pot. No,
+yer says, yer could n't love me. Cause why? Cause Patch is a shabby
+pirate with only one eye.
+
+BETSY: I am sorry, Patch.
+
+(_She offers him her hand._)
+
+PATCH: Blessed leetle fingers, as twines their selves all 'round me
+heart. Patch, yer says, yer sorry. There ain 't no hope at all. Yer
+nudges him off the wall, but yer can 't fix him. But I never heard
+that Humpty Dumpty did a lot o' squealin' when he bust. He took it
+like a pirate. And so does Patch. I does n't sulk. If yer will pardon
+me, Betsy, I 'll leave yer. Me feelin 's get lumpy in me throat. I 'll
+take a wink o' sleep in the loft.
+
+(_He climbs the ladder, but turns at the top._)
+
+PATCH: There was jest one too many potaters in the pot.
+
+(_He disappears through the hole in the wall. Betsy arranges the mugs
+on the table, then stands listening. Presently there is a sound of
+footsteps. Red Joe enters at the rear._)
+
+JOE: I slipped the Duke in the dark. I came back to talk with you.
+(_Then bluntly, but with kindness._) How old are you, my dear?
+
+BETSY: I don 't know.
+
+JOE: You don 't know? How long have you lived here?
+
+BETSY: In this cabin? Three years.
+
+JOE: And where did you live before?
+
+BETSY: In the village--in Clovelly.
+
+JOE: Did your parents live there?
+
+BETSY: Y-e-s. I think so. I don 't know. Old Nancy, they called
+her--she brought me up. But she died three years ago.
+
+JOE: Who was old Nancy?
+
+BETSY: She did washing for the sailormen.
+
+[Illustration: "She did washing for the sailormen"]
+
+JOE: Was she good to you?
+
+BETSY: Oh yes. I think--I do not know--that she was not my mother.
+
+JOE: And Darlin'?
+
+BETSY: Yes. She has been good to me. And the others, too. I seem to
+remember someone else. How long have you been a pirate?
+
+JOE: A pirate? Years, it seems, my dear. But I am more used to a
+soldier's oaths. I have trailed a pike in the Lowland wars. The roar
+of cannon, and siege and falling walls, are gayer tunes than any ocean
+tempest. What is this that you remember, Betsy?
+
+BETSY: It is far off. Some one sang to me. It was not Nancy. When
+Nancy died, Darlin' took me and brought me up. That was three years
+ago. But last year the Captain and Duke and Patch-Eye came climbing up
+the rocks. They were sailormen, they said, who had lost a ship. And
+these cliffs with the sea pounding on the shore comforted them when
+they were lonely. So they stayed. And Darlin' and I cook for them.
+
+JOE: Do you remember who it was who sang to you?
+
+BETSY: No.
+
+JOE: That song you just sang--where did you learn it?
+
+BETSY: I have always known it. It makes me sad to sing it, for it sets
+me thinking--thinking of something that I have forgotten. (_She stands
+at the window above the sea._) Some days I climb high on the cliffs
+and I look upon the ocean. And I know that there is land beyond--where
+children play--but I see nothing but a rim of water. And sometimes the
+wind comes off the sea, and it brings me familiar far-off
+voices--voices I once knew--voices I once knew--fragments from a life
+I have forgotten. Why do you ask about my song?
+
+JOE: Because I heard it once myself.
+
+(_Betsy sits beside him at the table._)
+
+BETSY: Where? Perhaps, if you will tell me, it will help me to
+remember.
+
+JOE: I heard the song once when I was a lad--when I was taken on a
+visit.
+
+BETSY: Were your parents pirates?
+
+JOE: It was a long journey and all day we bumped upon the road,
+seeking an outlet from the tangled hills. Night overtook our weary
+horses and blew out the flaming candles in the west; and shadows were
+a blanket on the sleeping world. Toward midnight I was roused. We had
+come to the courtyard of a house--this house where I was taken on a
+visit.
+
+BETSY: Was it like this, Joe--a cabin on a cliff?
+
+JOE: I remember how the moon peeped around the corner to see who came
+so late knocking on the door. I remember--I remember--(_He stops
+abruptly_). Do you remember when you first came to live with Nancy?
+
+BETSY: I dreamed once--you will think me silly--Are there great stone
+steps somewhere, wider than this room, with marble women standing
+motionless? And walls with dizzy towers upon them?
+
+JOE: Go on, Betsy.
+
+BETSY: In Clovelly there are naught but cabins pitched upon a hill,
+and ladders to a loft. And, at the foot of the town, a mole, where
+boats put in. And I have listened to the songs of the fishermen as
+they wind their nets. And through the window of the tavern I have
+heard them singing at their rum. And sometimes I have been afraid. I
+have stuffed my ears and ran. But the ugly songs have followed me and
+scared me in the night. The shadows from the moon have reeled across
+the floor, like a tipsy sailor from the Harbor Light. Joe, are you
+really a man from the sea?
+
+JOE: Why, Betsy?
+
+BETSY: The sea is never gentle. It never sleeps. I have stood
+listening at the window on breathless nights, but the ocean always
+slaps against the rocks. Even in a calm it moves and frets. Is it not
+said that the ghosts of evil men walk back and forth on the spot where
+their crimes are done? The ocean, perhaps, for its cruel wreckage,
+haunts these cliffs. It is doomed through all eternity with a lather
+of breaking waves to wash these rocks of blood. And the wind whistles
+to bury the cries of drowning men that plague the memory. Joe--
+
+JOE: Yes, my dear.
+
+BETSY: You are the only one--Patch-Eye, Duke and the Captain--you are
+the only one who is always gentle. And I have wondered if you could
+really be a pirate.
+
+JOE: Me? (_Then with sudden change._) Me? Gentle? The devil himself is
+my softer twin.
+
+BETSY: Don 't! Don 't!
+
+JOE: What do you know of scuttled ships, and rascals ripped in fight?
+Of the last bubbles that grin upon the surface where a dozen men have
+drowned?
+
+BETSY: Joe! For God's sake! Don 't!
+
+JOE: Is it gentleness to plunge a dagger in a man and watch for his
+dying eye to glaze?
+
+BETSY: It is a lie. Tell me it is a lie!
+
+JOE: My dear. (_Gently he touches her hand._)
+
+BETSY: It is a lie.
+
+JOE: We 'll pretend it is a lie.
+
+(_They sit for a moment without speaking._)
+
+BETSY: How long, Joe, have you lived with us?
+
+JOE: Two weeks, Betsy.
+
+BETSY: Two weeks? So short a time. From Monday to Monday and then
+around again to Monday. It is so brief a space that a flower would
+scarcely droop and wither. And yet the day you came seems already long
+ago. And all the days before are of a different life. It was another
+Betsy, not myself, who lived in this cabin on a Sunday before a
+Monday.
+
+[Illustration: "From Monday to Monday, and then around again to
+Monday"]
+
+JOE: It is so always, Betsy, when friends suddenly come to know each
+other. All other days sink to unreality like the memory of snow upon a
+day of August. We wonder how the flowering meadows were once a field
+of white. Our past selves, Betsy, walk apart from us and, although we
+know their trick of attitude and the fashion of their clothes, they
+are not ourselves. For friendship, when it grips the heart, rewinds
+the fibres of our being. Do you remember, dear, how you ran in fright
+when you first saw me clambering up these rocks?
+
+BETSY: I was sent to call the Duke to dinner and carried a bell to
+ring it on the cliff. I was afraid when a stranger's head appeared
+upon the path.
+
+JOE: Yet, when I spoke, you stopped.
+
+BETSY: At the first word I knew I need n't be afraid. And you took my
+hand to help me up the slope. You asked my name, and told me yours was
+Joe. Then we came together to this cabin. And each day I have been
+with you. Two weeks only.
+
+JOE: I shall be gone, Betsy, in a little while.
+
+BETSY: Gone?
+
+JOE: I am not, my dear, the master of myself. We must forget these
+days together.
+
+BETSY: Joe!
+
+JOE: May be I shall return. Fate is captain. The future shows so
+vaguely in the mist. Listen! It is the Duke.
+
+(_In the distance the Duke is heard singing the pirates' song._)
+
+JOE: We must speak of these things together. Another time when there
+is no interruption.
+
+(_Gently she touches his fingers._)
+
+BETSY: I shall be lonely when you go.
+
+(_There is loud stamping at the door. Betsy goes quickly to the
+kitchen._
+
+_The Captain enters, followed by the Duke. Patch-Eye enters by way of
+the ladder. The Captain has a hook hand. This is the very hook
+mentioned in my preface--if you read prefaces--got from the corner
+butcher. The Captain would be a frightful man to meet socially. I can
+hear a host saying "Shake hands with the Captain." One quite loses
+his taste for dinner parties. There is a sabre cut across the
+Captain's cheek. He is even more disreputable in appearance than his
+followers, with a bluster that marks his rank._)
+
+[Illustration: The Captain would be a frightful man to meet socially]
+
+CAPTAIN: There 's news! There 's news, me men! I 've brought big news
+from the village.
+
+(_He wrings the water from his hat. He is provokingly deliberate. All
+of the pirates crowd around._)
+
+CAPTAIN: By the bones of me ten fingers, it 's a blythe night fer our
+business. It 's wetter than a crocodile's nest. When I smells a fog, I
+feels good. I tastes it and is 'appy.
+
+PATCH: What 's yer news, Captain?
+
+CAPTAIN: News? Oh yes, the news. I 've jest hearn--I 've jest
+hearn--blast me rotten timbers! How can a man talk when he 's dry! A
+cup o' grog!
+
+(_Darlin' has slipped into the room in the excitement. Old custom
+anticipates his desire. She stands at his elbow with the cup, like a
+dirty Ganymede. The Captain drinks slowly._)
+
+CAPTAIN: There 's big news, me hearties.
+
+DUKE: What 's yer news, Captain? We asks yer.
+
+CAPTAIN: I 'm tellin' yer. It 's sweatin' with curiosity that kills
+cats. (_He yawns and stretches his legs across the hob._) Down in the
+village I learnt--I was jest takin' a drop o' rum at the Harbor Light.
+It 's not as sweet as Darlin's. They skimps their sugar. Yer wants ter
+keep droppin' it in as yer stirs it. I thinks they puts in too much
+water. Water 's not much good--'cept fer washin'. And washin' 's not
+much good.
+
+DUKE: Now then, Captain, hold hard on yer tiller agin wobblin', and
+get ter port.
+
+DARLIN': We 're hangin' on yer lips.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer need n't keep shovin' me. I kicks up when I 'm riled.
+They say down in the village--
+
+(_It is now a sneeze that will not dislodge. He has hopes of it for a
+breathless moment, but it proves to be a dud._)
+
+CAPTAIN: There 's Petey--
+
+PATCH: We 're jest fidgettin' fer the news.
+
+CAPTAIN: The news? Oh, yes. Now yer hears it. (_He draws the pirates
+near._) A great merchantman has jest sailed from Bristol. The Royal
+'Arry. It 's her. With gold fer the armies in France. She 's a brig o'
+five hundred ton. This night, when the tide runs out, she slips away
+from Bristol harbor. With this wind she should be off Clovelly by this
+time termorrer night.
+
+DARLIN': Glory ter God!
+
+DUKE: And then Petey will douse his glim. And we 'll set up the ship's
+lantern.
+
+PATCH: Smash!
+
+DUKE: Then Petey will light hisself.
+
+PATCH: And we 'll be jest as innercent as babies rockin' in a crib.
+
+[Illustration: "The Royal 'Arry. It 's her."]
+
+DUKE: And lay it on the helmsman fer bein' sleepy.
+
+CAPTAIN: And I 've other news. Down in the village they say--fer a
+fishin' sloop brought the word--that his 'Ighness, the Prince o'
+Wales, left London a month ago.
+
+DUKE: And him not givin' me word. I calls that shabby. He was me fag
+at Eton.
+
+PATCH: Does yer think, Captain, he 'll spend a week-end with us,
+ridin' to the 'ounds, jest tellin' us the London gossip--how the
+pretty Duchesses is cuttin' up?
+
+DUKE: I thought he was settin' in Whitehall, tryin' on crowns, so as
+ter get one that did n't scratch his ears.
+
+CAPTAIN: They say he 's incarnito.
+
+PATCH: What? Is it somethin' yer ketches like wollygogs in the
+stomich?
+
+DUKE: Igerence. I 'm 'shamed o' yer, Patch. Ain 't yer been ter
+school? Ain 't yer done lessons on a slate? Ain 't yer been walloped
+so standin' 's been comfertabler. The Captain and me soils ourselves
+talkin' to yer. Incarnito is dressed up fancy, so as no one can know
+him.
+
+DARLIN': Like Cindereller at the party.
+
+DUKE: If yer wants Patch ter understand yer, Captain, yer has got to
+use leetle words as is still pullin' at their bottles.
+
+DARLIN': When words grow big and has got beards they jest don 't say
+nothin' to Patch.
+
+CAPTAIN: This here Prince o' Wales is journeyin' down Plymouth way.
+
+DUKE: What 's that ter us? I 'm askin' yer. His 'Ighness cut me when I
+passed him in Piccadilly. The bloomin' swab! I pulled me hat, standin'
+in the gutter, but he jest seemed ter smell somethin'.
+
+PATCH: It were n't roses, I 'm tellin' yer.
+
+CAPTAIN: Silence! They say he has sworn an oath to break up the pirate
+business on the coast.
+
+PATCH: And let us starve? It 's unfeelin'.
+
+DUKE: No pickin's on the beach?
+
+JOE: I 'd like to catch him. I 'd slit his wizen.
+
+DARLIN': I 'd put pizen in the pig I feeds him.
+
+DUKE: I 'd nudge him off the cliff--jest like he were a sneakin'
+snooper.
+
+CAPTAIN: Well, there 's yer news! I 'm dry. Darlin'! Some grog!
+
+(_He crosses to the table and draws the pirates around him._)
+
+CAPTAIN: Here 's to the Royal 'Arry!
+
+DUKE: And may the helmsman be wery sleepy!
+
+DARLIN': And we as innercent as leetle pirates suckin' at their
+bottles!
+
+ALL: The Royal 'Arry!
+
+(_While the cups are still aloft there is a loud banging at the door.
+An old woman enters--old Meg. We have seen her but a minute since pass
+the windows. Perhaps she is as dirty as Darlin'. A sprig of mistletoe,
+even at the reckless New Year, would wither in despair. She is a gypsy
+in gorgeous skirt and shawl, and she wears gold earrings. Any
+well-instructed nurse-maid would huddle her children close if she
+heard her tapping up the street. Meg walks to the table. She sniffs
+audibly. It is grog--her weakness. She drinks the dregs of all three
+cups. She rubs her thrifty finger inside the rims and licks it for the
+precious drop. She opens her wallet and takes from it a
+fortune-teller's crystal._)
+
+MEG: I tells fortins, gentlemen. Would n't any o' yer like ter see the
+future? I sees what 's comin' in this here magic glass. I tells yer
+when ter set yer nets--and of rising storms. Has any o' yer a kind o'
+hankerin' fer matrimony? I can tell yer if the lady be light or dark.
+It will cost yer only a sixpence.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer insults me. Fer better and fer worse is usual fer worse.
+Does yer think yer can anchor an ol' sea-dog like me to a kennel as is
+made fer landlubbery lap dogs? I 've deserted three wives. And that 's
+enough. More 's a hog.
+
+(_He retires to the fireplace in disgust._)
+
+DARLIN': Husbands is nuisances, as I was tellin' the sea-captain, jest
+afore he cut his throat.
+
+DUKE: Thank ye, ol' lady, I does n't need yer. When the ol' Duke is
+willin', he knows a leetle dear as will come flutterin' to his arms.
+
+PATCH: What can yer do fer an ol' sailorman like me? I 'd like someone
+with curlin' locks, as can mix grog as good as Darlin's. And I likes
+roast pig--crackly, as Darlin' cooks it. (_He offers his hand._) I has
+a leetle girl in mind, but she 's kinder holdin' off. What does yer
+see, dearie? Does yer hear any fiddles tunin' fer the nupshals? Is
+there a pretty lady waitin' fer a kiss?
+
+MEG: I sees the ocean. And a ship. I sees inside the cabin o' that
+ship.
+
+PATCH: Does yer see me as the captain o' that ship? Jest settin' easy,
+bawlin' orders--jest feedin' on plum duff.
+
+MEG: I sees yer in irons.
+
+PATCH: Mother o' goodness! Now yer done it!
+
+MEG: I sees Wappin' wharf. I sees a gibbet. I sees--
+
+[Illustration: "I sees a gibbet. I sees----"]
+
+PATCH: Horrers!
+
+MEG: I sees you swingin' on that gibbet--stretchin' with yer
+toes--swingin' in the wind.
+
+PATCH: Yer makes me grog sour on me.
+
+(_He goes to the rear of the cabin and looks disconsolately over the
+ocean._)
+
+MEG: (_as she looks in the glass_). I sees misfortin fer everyone
+here--'cept one--tragedy, the gibbet. Go not upon the sea until the
+moon has turned. Ha! Leetle glass, has yer more to show? Has yer any
+comfort? The light fades out. It is dark.
+
+DUKE: Ain 't yer givin' us more 'n a sixpence worth o' misery? Yer
+gloom is sloppin' over the brim.
+
+MEG: Ah! Here 's light agin at last. There 's a red streak across the
+dial. It drips! It 's blood!
+
+CAPTAIN: Ain 't yer got any pretty picters in that glass?
+
+PATCH: Graveyards are cheerfuller 'n gibbets.
+
+MEG: Peace! I sees a man in a velvet cloak. It 's him that swings yer
+to a gibbet. It 's him that strangles yer till yer eyes is poppin'.
+That man avoid like a pizened snake.
+
+CAPTAIN: Avoid? By the rotten bones o' Flint, if I meets that man in a
+velvet cloak I hooks out his eye.
+
+DUKE: Captain, yer sweats yerself unnecessary. (_Slyly._) Here 's Red
+Joe, ol' dear. Joe 's a spry young feller. He looks as if he might be
+hankerin' fer a wife. Hey, Darlin'?
+
+DARLIN': He 's the kind as wampires makes their wictims.
+
+(_With a laugh--but unwillingly--Joe holds out his hand._)
+
+MEG: (_as she looks in the glass her face brightens_). I sees a tall
+buildin' with gold spires. I hears a shout o' joy and I hears stately
+music, like what yer hears in Bartolmy Fair arter the Lord Mayor has
+made his speech. I sees a man in a silk cloak. He swaggers to the
+music. I sees--I sees--
+
+(_She looks long in the glass and seems to see great and unexpected
+things. Her eyes are as wide as a child's at a tale of fairies. It is
+no less a moment--but how different!--than when Lady Bluebeard peeped
+in the forbidden door. Scarcely was Little Red Riding Hood more
+startled when she touched the strange bristles on her grandmother's
+chin. But Meg is not frightened. She smiles. She bends intently. She
+is about to speak. Then she sinks into the chair behind the table._)
+
+MEG: I sees--I sees--nothin'! The glass is blank!
+
+CAPTAIN: Nothin'? Jest nothin' at all?
+
+PATCH: Ain 't there no blood drippin'?
+
+DARLIN': Ner gibbets?
+
+CAPTAIN: Ner sailormen swingin' in the wind?
+
+(_Old Meg is visibly affected by what she has seen. The Duke, with a
+suspicious glance at Red Joe, moves forward to look over her shoulder
+at the glass. Slyly she sees him. She pushes the crystal forward and
+it breaks upon the stones. Then she rises abruptly. She lifts a
+portentous finger. She advances to Red Joe._)
+
+MEG: I sees danger fer yer, Joe. Who can tell whether it be death? 'T
+is beyond my magic. But beware a knife! Go not near the cliff! (_Then,
+in a lower tone._) You will see me agin. And in your hour o' danger.
+When yer least expects it.
+
+(_She is about to curtsy, but turns abruptly and leaves the cabin.
+Darlin', with shaken nerves, runs to bolt the door. There is silence
+except for the monotone of rain._)
+
+PATCH: Nice cheerful ol' lady, I says.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer can pipe the devil up, but she give me shivers.
+
+JOE: For just a minute I thought some old lady had died and left me
+her money box.
+
+(_The Duke picks up a fragment of the crystal and puts it to his eye.
+He examines it at the candle, and turns it round and round. He makes
+nothing of it, and shakes his head._)
+
+PATCH: Yer can dim me gig that 's left, I 'm clean upset.
+
+CAPTAIN: I ain 't been so down in the boots since the blessed angels
+took Flint ter 'ell.
+
+DUKE: Captain, you and Patch is melancholier 'n funerals. Weepin'
+widders is jollier. Will yer let a hanted, thirsty, grog-eyed
+grand-daughter o' a blinkin' sea-serpent upset yer 'appy
+dispersitions? Stiffen yerself! Keep yer nose up, Captain! We has sea
+enough. We 're not thumpin' on the rocks.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer said it, Duke. I sulks unnecessary. There 's ol' Petey
+shinin' up there. Termorrer night, if the wind holds, we 'll see his
+starin' eye go out, and our lantern shinin' at t' other winder. (_He
+takes a pirate flag from his boot. He smoothes it with affection. Then
+he waves it on his hook._) The crossbones as hung on the masthead o'
+the Spittin' Devil. Ol' Flint's wery flag. Him as they hanged on a
+gibbet on Wappin' wharf. It was a mirky night like this, with
+'prentices gawpin' in the lanterns and Jack Ketch unsnarlin' his
+cursed ropes. I spits blood ter think o' it.
+
+[Illustration: "Ol' Flint's wery flag"]
+
+DUKE: I 'll die easy when I 've revenged his death and the ol' clock
+is tickin' peaceful and Flint sleepin' 'appy in his rotten coffin.
+
+CAPTAIN: A drink all 'round. We 'll drink the health o' this here
+flag. You 'll drink with us, Darlin'.
+
+DARLIN': Yer spoils me, Captain.
+
+(_Everyone drinks._)
+
+CAPTAIN: And now we 'll drink confusion to the swab that 's settin' on
+the English throne.
+
+(_All drink except Red Joe. He makes the pretense, but pours his grog
+out covertly. Our play is nothing if not subtle._)
+
+DUKE: Here 's to ol' Flint!
+
+ALL: Here 's to ol' Flint!
+
+(_It is bed-time. They all stretch and yawn. The Captain climbs the
+ladder to the sleeping loft. Patch follows with the candle, warming
+the Captain's seat for speed. The Duke comes next, carrying his one
+boot which he has removed before the fire. Darlin' kisses her hand to
+the Duke and retires to the kitchen. We suspect that she curls up
+inside the sink, with a stewpan for a pillow. Red Joe lingers for a
+moment and stands gazing at the ocean._)
+
+JOE: My memory fumbles in the past. I, too, hear familiar voices--lost
+for many years. A dark curtain lifts and in the past I see myself a
+child. There are strange tunes in the wind tonight. Methinks they sing
+the name of Margaret.
+
+(_He climbs the ladder. And now, with an occasional dropping boot, the
+pirates prepare for bed. Presently we hear the Duke up above,
+singing--rigorously at first, until drowsiness dulls the tune._)
+
+     It is said in port by the sailor sort,
+     As they swig all night at their rum,
+     That a jolly grave is the ocean wave,
+     But a churchyard bell 's too glum.
+     I agrees ter this and ter give 'em bliss--
+     From Pew I learned the trick--
+     I push 'em wide o' the wessel's side
+     And poke 'em down with a stick.
+
+[Illustration: Darlin' warms her old red stockings]
+
+(_Darlin' enters. With a prodigious yawn she sits at the fire. She
+kicks off her slippers and warms her old red stockings. She comforts
+herself with grog and spits across the hearth. She sleeps and gently
+snores. The Duke continues with his song._)
+
+     Ol' Flint had a fist and an iron wrist,
+     And he thumped on the nose, it is said,
+     Till a wictim's gore ran over the floor
+     And he rolled in the scuppers dead.
+     But, Patch, there 's a few, I 'm tellin' ter you,
+     Who 's nice and they hates a muss,
+     And a plank, I contend, is a tidier end.
+     No sweepin', nor scrapin', nor fuss.
+
+     Captain Kidd, when afloat, put the crew in a boat,
+     And he shoved 'em off fer to starve.
+     On a rock in the sea, says he ter me--on a rock
+     In the sea, says he ter me--on a rock--
+
+(_The singer's voice fails. Sleep engulfs him. Silence! Then sounds of
+snoring. The range of Caucasus hath not noisier winds. Let's draw the
+curtain on the tempest!_)
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ACT II]
+
+ACT II
+
+
+_It is the same cabin on the following night. There is no thunder and
+lightning, but it is a dirty night of fog--as wet as a crocodile's
+nest--and you hear the water dripping from the trees. The Duke,
+evidently, has had an answer to his "Now I lay me." The lighthouse, as
+before, shows vaguely through the mist._
+
+_In this scene we had wished to have a moon. The Duke will need it
+presently in his courtship; for marvelously it sharpens a lover's
+oath. 'T is a silver spur to a halting wooer. Shrewd merchants, I am
+told, go so far as to consult the almanac when laying in their store
+of wedding fits; for a cloudy June throws Cupid off his aim. What
+cosmetic--what rouge or powder--so paints a beauty! If the moon were
+full twice within the month scarcely a bachelor would be left. I pray
+you, master carpenter, hang me up a moon. But our plot has put its
+foot down. "Mirk," it says, "mirk and fog are best for our dirty
+business."_
+
+_We had wished, also, to place one act of our piece on the deck of a
+pirate ship, rocking in a storm. Such high excitement is your right,
+for your payment at the door. It required but the stroke of a lazy
+pencil. But our plot has dealt stubbornly with us. We are still in the
+pirates' cabin in the fog._
+
+_We hear Darlin' singing in the kitchen, as the curtain rises._
+
+[Music: DARLIN'S SONG]
+
+     Oh, I am the cook fer a pirate band
+     And food I never spoil.
+     Cabbage and such, it sure ain 't much,
+     Till I sets it on ter boil.
+     And I throws on salt and I throws on spice,
+     And the Duke, he says ter me,
+     Me Darlin', me pet, I 'm in yer debt,
+     And he sighs contentedlee.
+
+(_There is a rattle of tinware. Patch-Eye sings the next stanza in the
+loft._)
+
+     On the Strand, it 's true, I 'm tellin' ter you,
+     The Dukes and the Duchesses dwell.
+     And they dines in state on golden plate--
+     Eatin' and drinkin' like 'ell.
+     But I says ter you, and it 's perfectly true,
+     They stuffs theirselves too much;
+     And a mutton stew, when yer gets it through,
+     Is better than peacocks and such.
+
+(_More tinware in the kitchen. And now Darlin' again!_)
+
+     I 've cooked in a brig to a dancin' jig
+     Which the sea kicks up in a blast.
+     And me stove 's slid 'round until I 've found
+     A rope ter make it fast.
+     But I braces me legs and the Duke, he begs
+     Fer puddin' with sweets on the side.
+     Me Darlin', it 's rough, and I likes yer duff.
+     I 'll marry yer, Darlin', me bride.
+
+(_In her reckless joy at this dim possibility she overturns the
+dishpan. During the song the Duke's legs have appeared on the ladder.
+He descends, fetching with him a comb and mirror._
+
+_He brushes his hair. This is unusual and he finds a knot that is
+harder than any Gordian knot whatsoever. He smoothes and strokes his
+whiskers. He goes so far as to slap himself for dust. He puts a sprig
+of flowers--amazing!--in the front of his cloak. He practices a smile
+and gesture. He seems to speak. He claps his hand upon his heart. Ah,
+my dear sir, we have guessed your secret. The wind, as yet, blows from
+the south, but a pirate waits not upon the spring. His lover's oath
+pops out before the daffodil. I pray you, master carpenter, hang me up
+a moon._
+
+[Illustration: "I pray you, master carpenter, hang me up a moon"]
+
+_And now the Duke stands before us the King of smiles. His is the
+wooer's posture. He speaks, but not with his usual voice of command.
+Oberon, as it were, calls Titania to the woodland when stars are torch
+and candle to the sleeping world._)
+
+DUKE: Betsy! Betsy!
+
+(_She appears. The Duke wears a silly smile. But did not Bottom in an
+ass's head win the fairy princess? A moon, sweet sir! And
+now--suddenly!--the magic night dissolves into coarsest day._)
+
+DUKE: Would yer like ter be the Duchess?
+
+(_This is abrupt and unusual, but nice customs curtsy to Dukes as well
+as Kings._)
+
+DUKE: I 'm askin' yer, Betsy. Yer ol' Duke is askin' yer. I 'm lovin'
+yer. Yer ol' Duke is lovin' yer. I 'll do the right thing by yer. I
+'ll marry yer. There! I 've said it. When yer married yer can jest set
+on a cushion without nothin' ter do--(_reflectively_) nothin' 'cept
+cookin' and washin' and darnin'. Does yer jump at me, Betsy?
+
+(_I confess, myself, a mere man, unable to analyze Betsy's emotions.
+She stands staring at the Duke, as you or I might stare at a
+hippopotamus in the front hall. I have bitten my pencil to a pulp--the
+maker's name is quite gone--but I can think of no lines that are
+adequate. Her first surprise, however, turns to amusement._)
+
+DUKE: Ain 't yer a kind o' hankerin' fer me? Come ter me arms,
+sweetie, and confess yer blushin' love. I 'm askin' yer. I 'm askin'
+yer ter be the Duchess.
+
+BETSY: But I do not love you, Duke.
+
+(_In jest, however, the little rascal perches on his knee._)
+
+DUKE: Make yerself comfertable. Yer husband 's willin'. When I cramps,
+I shifts yer. Kiss me, when yer wants.
+
+BETSY: You are an old goose.
+
+DUKE: Did I hear yer? Does yer hold off fer me ter nag yer? The ol'
+Duke 's waitin' ter fold yer in his lovin' arms.
+
+BETSY: I do not love you, Duke.
+
+(_The Captain and Patch-Eye have thrust their heads through the
+opening above the ladder, and they listen with amusement._)
+
+DUKE: I 'm blowed. I 'm a better man than Patch. I 'm tellin' yer. Is
+it me stump, Betsy? I has n't a hook hand like the Captain. Yer has
+got ter be linked all 'round. There 's no fun, I says, in bein' hugged
+by a one-armed man. Yer would be lop-sided in a week.
+
+BETSY: It 's just that I do not love you, Duke.
+
+DUKE: Yer wounds me feelin's. Does n't I ask yer pretty? Should I have
+waited fer a moon and took yer walkin'? And perched with yer on the
+rocks, with the ol' moon winkin' at yer, shovin' yer on? The Duke 's
+never been refused before. A number o' wery perticerler ladies, arter
+breakfast even, has jest come scamperin'. 'T ain 't Patch, is it
+Betsy? A pretty leetle girl would n't love a feller as has one eye. It
+ain 't the Captain. He ain 't no hand with the ladies. Yer not goin'
+ter tell me it 's Petey? I would n't want yer ter fall in love with a
+blinkin' light.
+
+BETSY: You have lovely whiskers, Duke.
+
+DUKE: Yer can pull one fer the locket that yer wears. Are yer makin'
+fun o' me?
+
+BETSY: I would n't dare.
+
+DUKE: Does yer mean it, Betsy? Are yer relentin'? Are yer goin' ter
+say the 'appy word as splices us from keel to topsail? Yer ain 't jest
+a cruel syren are yer, wavin' me on, hopin' I 'll smash meself? Are
+yer winkin' at me like ol' Flint's lantern--me thinkin' it 's love I
+see, shinin' in yer laughin' eyes?
+
+BETSY: Why don 't you marry Darlin'?
+
+DUKE: Her with one tooth? Yer silly. I boohs at yer. Ol' ladies with
+one hoof inside a coffin does n't make good brides. Yer wants someone
+kinder gay and spry, as yer can pin flowers to.
+
+BETSY: She loves you, Duke.
+
+DUKE: Course she does. So does the ol' lady as keeps the tap at the
+Harbor Light, and one-eyed Pol as mops up the liquor that is spilt.
+And youngsters, too. A pretty leetle dear--jest a cozy armful--was
+winkin' at me yesterday--kinder givin' me the snuggle-up. I pities
+'em. It 's their nater, God 'elp 'em, ter love me; but the ol' Duke is
+perticerler. Yer has lovely eyes, Betsy--blessed leetle mirrors where
+I sees Cupid playin'. They shines like the lights o' a friendly
+harbor.
+
+BETSY: Darlin' cooks roast pig that crackles.
+
+DUKE: I sets me heart on top me stomich. Ain 't yer comfertable,
+settin' on me knee? Shall I shift yer to me stump? Betsy, I calls
+arter we are married, fetch me down me slipper and lay it on the
+hearth ter warm. Yer husband 's home. And I tosses yer me boot, all
+mud fer cleanin'. And then yer passes the grog. And arter about the
+second cup I limbers up and kisses yer. And then yer sets upon me
+knee. It will be snug on winter evenin's when the blast is blowin'.
+And when we 're married yer can kiss me pretty near as often as yer
+please. And I won 't deny as I won 't like it. The ol' Duke ain 't
+slingin' the permission 'round general. Darlin' nags me. What yer
+laughin' at?
+
+BETSY: You silly old man!
+
+DUKE: Yer riles me. Once and fer all, will yer marry me? I 'll not
+waste the night argyin' with yer. I 'm not goin' ter tease yer. I 've
+only one knee and it ain 't no bench fer gigglin' girls as pokes fun
+at their betters. I 'll jolt yer till yer teeth rattles. Is it someone
+else? Has yer a priory 'tachment? Red Joe? Is it Red Joe, Betsy? Is he
+snoopin' 'round?
+
+(_Betsy rises with sobered mood, and walks away._)
+
+DUKE: There 's somethin' about that young feller I does n't like. He
+'s a snooper. Betsy, does yer get what I 'm talkin' about? I have
+offered ter make yer the Duchess. I 'll buy--I 'll steal yer a set o'
+red beads. I 'll give yer a sixpence--without no naggin'--every time
+yer goes ter town, jest ter spend reckless. I 'll marry yer. I 'll
+take yer ter Minehead and get the piousest parson in the town. Would
+yer like Darlin' fer a bridesmaid--and grog and angel-cake? Me jest
+settin' ready ter kiss yer every time yer passes it. I 'm blowed! You
+are wickeder than ol' Flint's lantern. It must be Red Joe. Him with
+the smirk! There 's a young feller 'round here, Betsy, as wants ter
+look out fer his wizen.
+
+(_But Betsy has run in panic to the kitchen._)
+
+DUKE: I does n't understand 'em. I 'm thinkin' the girl 's a fool. A
+ninny I calls her. It 's Red Joe. Off a cliff! Yer said it, Darlin'.
+Off a cliff!
+
+(_He removes the sprig of flowers and tosses it into the fire._
+
+     _Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
+     And summer's lease hath all too short a date:--_
+
+_He retires to the rear of the cabin and strokes the parrot's head. He
+jerks away his hand for fear of being nipped. The ungrateful world has
+turned against him._)
+
+DUKE: Yer a spiteful bird. Yer as mean as women. Ninnies I calls 'em.
+It must ha' been the moon. I should ha' waited fer a moon.
+
+[Illustration: "Yer as mean as women"]
+
+(_He sits on the chest at the rear of the cabin and whittles a little
+ship. Women are a queer lot._
+
+_The Captain and Patch-Eye have climbed down the ladder. They burst
+with jest. The Captain sits on the chair by the fire, mimicing the
+posture of the Duke. Patch-Eye perches on his knee._)
+
+PATCH: Darlin' loves yer, Duke.
+
+CAPTAIN: Course she does. They all does. Youngsters, too--winkin' and
+givin' me the snuggle-up.
+
+PATCH: Yer has lovely whiskers, Duke.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer can pull one, Betsy, fer the locket that yer wears.
+
+(_But the Duke ends the burlesque by upsetting the chair. The Captain
+and Patch-Eye, chuckling at their jest, sit to a game of cards. The
+Duke returns to the chest. Once in a while he lays down the ship and
+seems to be thinking. The broken crystal of the fortune-teller lies on
+the floor. He picks it up and puts it to his eye, as if the future may
+still show upon its face. He is preoccupied with his disappointment
+and his bitter thoughts._
+
+_Darlin', meantime, is heard singing in the kitchen with her dishes._)
+
+     Fer griddle cakes I 've a nimble wrist
+     And I tosses 'em 'igh on a spoon.
+     And the Duke and Patch yer can hardly match
+     Fer their breakfast they stretch till noon.
+     And I heaps the fire and I greases the iron,
+     And the Duke, he kisses me thumb.
+     Me Darlin', me dear, it 's perfectly clear
+     I 've lovin' yer better than rum.
+
+_Patch, also sings._
+
+     She 's cooked fer sailors worn down to the bone,
+     Till they rolls like the Captain's gig.
+     At soup and stew we are never through,
+     But our fav'rite dish is pig.
+     And she cuts off slabs and passes 'em 'round,
+     And the Duke, he takes her hand.
+     Me Darlin', me love, by the gods above,
+     Yer a cook fer a pirate band.
+
+_And now Darlin' again._
+
+     Me grog is the best. It is made o' rum,
+     And I stirs in sugar, too.
+     And a hogshead vast will hardly last
+     A merry evenin' through.
+     And I fills the cups till mornin' comes,
+     And the Duke, he talks like a loon.
+     Me Darlin', me life, will yer be me wife,
+     And elope by the light o' the moon.
+
+(_Let all the tinware crash!_)
+
+CAPTAIN: (_as he throws down his cards_). There! I done yer. Yer a
+child at cards, Patch. How ain 't it that yer never learnt? Did n't
+yer ever play black-ace at the Rusty Anchor down Greenwich way? Crack
+me hook, I 've played with ol' Flint hisself, settin' in the leetle
+back room. With somethin' wet and warmin' now and then, jest ter keep
+the stomich cozy. Never stopped till Phoebus's fiery eye looked in
+the winder.
+
+[Illustration: "Did n't yer ever play Black-ace at the Rusty Anchor?"]
+
+PATCH: Poor ol' Flint! I never sees his clock up there but I drops a
+tear.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer cries as easy as a crocodile. And yer as innercent at
+cards as--as a baby bitin' at his coral, a cooin' leetle pirate.
+
+PATCH: It 's frettin' does it, Captain.
+
+CAPTAIN: What 's frettin' yer?
+
+PATCH: It 's what the ol' lady said last night. She hung me ter a
+gibbet, jest like ol' Flint. There 's a gibbet, Captain, on Wappin'
+wharf, jest 'round the corner from the Sailors' Rest. Does yer
+remember it, Captain? It makes yer grog belch on yer.
+
+CAPTAIN: (_to tease and frighten Patch_). Aye. There was two sailormen
+hangin' there when I comes in a year ago.
+
+PATCH: Horrers!
+
+CAPTAIN: Jest swingin' in the wind, and tryin' ter get their toes down
+comfertable. (_He has hooked two empty mugs and he rocks them back and
+forth._) Jest reachin' with their footies ter ease theirselves.
+
+[Illustration: "Jest swingin' in the wind"]
+
+PATCH: The ol' lady last night made me a wee bit creepy. Gibbets and
+Wappin' wharf ain 't nothin' ter talk about.
+
+CAPTAIN: I never see a flock o' crows but I asks their pardon fer
+keepin' 'em waitin' fer their supper. Crows, Patch, is fond o' yer as
+yer are, without neither sauce ner gravy--jest pickin' 'appy, soup
+ter nuts, at yer dry ol' bones. Here 's ol' Patch, they says, waitin'
+in the platter fer his 'ungry guests ter come.
+
+PATCH: Me stomich 's turned keel up.
+
+CAPTAIN: Patch, yer ain 't got spunk ter be a pirate. Yer as soft as
+Petey's pussycat.
+
+PATCH: I ain 't, ain 't I? Was n't it me as nudged the Captain o' the
+Northern Star off his poop--when he were n't lookin'? Him with a
+pistol in his boot! Did n't I hit Bill, the bos'n, with a
+marline-spike--jest afore he woke up? Sweet dreams, I says, and I
+tapped him gentle. I got a lot o' spunk. Bill did n't wake up, he did
+n't. Was n't it me, Captain, that started that mutiny? Was n't it me?
+I 'm askin' yer.
+
+CAPTAIN: Still braggin' o' that ol' time. It was more 'n four years
+ago. What yer done since? Jest loadin' yer stomich--jest gruntin' and
+wallerin' in the trough--jest braggin'.
+
+PATCH: I ain 't 'fraid o' nothin'--'cept a gibbet. (_For a moment the
+ugly word sticks in his gullet._) But the ol' lady kinder got me. Yer
+looked down yer nose yerself, Captain--askin' yer pardon.
+
+CAPTAIN: Struck me, Patch, she was jest a wee bit flustered by Red
+Joe. Did yer notice how she sat and looked at the glass? And would n't
+say nothin'? Jest nothin' at all.
+
+PATCH: And then the ol' dear's fingers slipped and the glass was
+broke.
+
+CAPTAIN: It looks almost as if she done it a purpose.
+
+(_The Duke has been thinking all of this time with necessary
+contortions of the face. It is amazing how these help on a knotty
+problem._)
+
+DUKE: Course she done it a purpose. It was ter stop me lookin' 'cross
+her shoulder in the glass.
+
+CAPTAIN: What does yer think she saw?
+
+PATCH: Was it blood drippin'?
+
+DUKE: I 'll tell yer. I 'll tell yer.
+
+(_But he continues whittling._)
+
+CAPTAIN: Well, ain 't we listenin', Duke?
+
+PATCH: Jest strainin' our ears.
+
+DUKE: I 'll tell yer. I squinted in the glass, meself, arter it was
+broke.
+
+CAPTAIN and PATCH: What did yer see?
+
+(_There is intense silence. The Duke comes forward to the table. He
+taps his fingers sagely. He looks mysteriously at his fellow pirates.
+They put their heads together. The Duke sinks his voice. In such
+posture and accent was the gunpowder plot hatched out._)
+
+DUKE: Nothin'! Jest nothin'!
+
+(_The strain is over. They relax._)
+
+CAPTAIN: The Duke, he jest seen nothin'.
+
+PATCH: Jest nothin' at all.
+
+DUKE: That 's what gets me. If the _ol' lady_ 'd seen nothin', she
+would n't took ter fidgettin'. And therefore she seen _somethin'_.
+Does yer foller? You, Captain? I 'spects nothin' from Patch.
+
+[Illustration: "I 'spects nothin' from Patch"]
+
+PATCH: Yer hurts me feelin's, Duke.
+
+DUKE: Somethin' 's wrong. Somethin' 's wrong with Red Joe.
+
+PATCH: Red Joe 's a right smart feller, I says.
+
+CAPTAIN: He can shoot as straight as ol' Flint. Barin' meself, Joe 's
+as straight a shot as I 've seen in many a year. Patch, agin him, is
+jest a crooked stick.
+
+PATCH: Pick on the Duke jest once, why does n't yer?
+
+DUKE: Ease off, mates! Red Joe ain 't goin' ter hang on no gibbet.
+'Cause why? 'Cause I 'm tellin' yer. I 'll tell yer what the ol' lady
+seen in the glass.
+
+(_Once more the Duke draws the pirates around him. He is Guy Faux and
+the wicked Bothwell rolled together._)
+
+CAPTAIN: We 're listenin', Duke.
+
+PATCH: Like kittens at a mouse-hole.
+
+DUKE: Captain, it 's deuced strange that Red Joe's ship--nary a stick
+o' her--never come ter shore. Does yer remember a wreck 'long here
+where nothin' washed ter shore?
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer right, Duke. I never did.
+
+DUKE: Does you remember one, stoopid?
+
+PATCH: I does n't remember one this minute, Duke.
+
+DUKE: Ol' Flint, he had a pigtail, did n't he? And you 've a pigtail,
+Captain, has n't yer? And Patch-Eye, he 's got what he calls a
+pigtail.
+
+CAPTAIN: Spinach, I calls it.
+
+DUKE: And ol' Pew, he 'd got a pigtail, ain 't he? And every blessed
+man as sailed with him. I 'm tellin' yer, Captain.
+
+PATCH: The sea-cook, he did n't have one.
+
+DUKE: Sea-cooks ain 't sailormen. They 're swabs. Jest indoor swabs.
+Did yer ever see a pirate snipped all 'round like a landlubber, with
+nary a whisp behind?
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer can rot me keel, Duke, I never did.
+
+PATCH: I agrees with the Captain.
+
+DUKE: Red Joe, he ain 't got a pigtail.
+
+CAPTAIN: No more he ain 't.
+
+PATCH: Was n't it Noah, Captain; as got his pigtail cut by some
+designin' woman? Does yer think Red Joe 's gone and met a schemin'
+wixen?
+
+CAPTAIN: I scorns yer igerence. Yer thinks o' Jonah.
+
+DUKE: Well? Well? I 've told yer Red Joe ain 't got a pigtail. Does
+n't yer smell anythin'?
+
+CAPTAIN: (_as he turns his head and sniffs audibly_). I can 't say as
+I sniffs nothin'--leastways, nothin' perticerler. I smells a bit o'
+grog, perhaps.
+
+PATCH: I gets a whiff o' garlic from the kitchen.
+
+DUKE: The two o' yer never can smell nothin' when there 's garlic or
+grog around. I 'm askin' yer pardon, Captain. Does Red Joe talk like a
+pirate? Sink me, he can 't rip an oath. Did yer ever know a pirate
+which could n't talk fluent?
+
+CAPTAIN: What 's bitin' yer, Duke?
+
+DUKE: Ain 't I tellin' yer?
+
+CAPTAIN: Ain 't we listenin'?
+
+PATCH: Jest hangin' on yer tongue?
+
+DUKE: Captain, you and me and Patch has seen a heap o' sights. We
+knows the ocean. We knows her when she 's blue and when she 's kickin'
+'igher than a gallow's tree.
+
+CAPTAIN: We has been ter Virginy.
+
+PATCH: We has traded slaves at the Barbadoes.
+
+DUKE: And does n't we set around o' nights and swap the sights we
+seen--mermaids and sea-serpents and such? Did yer jest once ever hear
+Red Joe tell what he 's seen? Yer can sink me stern up with all lights
+burnin', if I think the feller 's ever been beyond the Isle o' Dogs.
+
+CAPTAIN: What 's bitin' yer, Duke?
+
+DUKE: It 's jest this. Red Joe ain 't no pirate. He 's a landlubber.
+
+(_He says this as you or I might call a man a snake._)
+
+CAPTAIN: (_And now a great light comes to him. He is proud of his
+swift perception. He leans across the table to share his secret with
+Patch._) I seem ter get what Duke means. He 's hintin', Patch, that
+Red Joe ain 't a pirate.
+
+PATCH: If he ain 't a pirate, what is he? I asks yer that.
+
+DUKE: (_as he brings down his fist for emphasis_). He 's a bloomin'
+spy.
+
+CAPTAIN: A spy! (_He gives a long-drawn whistle as the truth breaks on
+him._)
+
+PATCH: If I thought he was a spy, I 'd ketch him right here with me
+dirk. I hates spies worse 'n empty bottles.
+
+CAPTAIN: I 'd scrape him with me hook.
+
+[Illustration: "I 'd scrape him with me hook"]
+
+DUKE: I 've been thinkin', Captain, while you and Patch has been
+amusin' yerselves. Askin' yer pardon, Captain, but cards rots the
+mind. Did yer ever know a pirate that ain 't drunk at the Port Light
+on Wappin' wharf?
+
+CAPTAIN: Not as yet I never did. I never knowed a pirate as did n't
+have a double-barreled nose fer grog.
+
+DUKE: Well, when Red Joe comes in, we 'll jest ask him. And we 'll ask
+him if he ever played black-ace at the Rusty Anchor.
+
+CAPTAIN: It ain 't no night ter have spies about. With the Royal 'Arry
+comin' on so pretty.
+
+PATCH: And jest gettin' ready ter smash hisself.
+
+DUKE: That innercent ship will be due in less 'n half an hour.
+
+CAPTAIN: If Red Joe is a spy, by the fiery beard o' Satan, I 'm
+tellin' yer that dead men tell no tales.
+
+(_He lifts the terrible hook and claws the air._)
+
+DUKE: Askin' yer pardon, Captain, bein' as it was me as smelled him
+out, won 't yer let me slit his wizen? I does it pretty, without
+mussin' up the cabin. I ain 't askin' favors often, Captain. And I
+'ve 'ticerler reasons--reasons as touches me heart. (_For a moment he
+is almost sentimental._) Reasons as touches me heart! Red Joe 's been
+snoopin'.
+
+CAPTAIN: I loves yer, Duke. There ain 't much as I won 't let yer
+have. And jest ter show yer that I 'm all cut up by this here
+snoopin', when I 'm dead I 'll will yer this ol' hook o' mine, as has
+scraped a hundred men.
+
+DUKE: Yer honors me, Captain. And if I is shoveled in first, me stump
+is yourn.
+
+CAPTAIN: It 's handsome of yer, Duke. And I 'll not be jolly till a
+year is up--jest like a widder.
+
+DUKE: Yer touches me. I 'll tie a black ribbon on yer hook.
+
+(_At this pathetic moment Darlin' is heard singing in the kitchen._)
+
+     And I fills the cups till mornin' comes,
+     And the Duke, he talks like a loon.
+     Me Darlin', me life, will yer be me wife,
+     And elope by the light o' the moon?
+
+(_There is a stamping of boots outside. The pirates put their fingers
+on their lips. They are innocence itself. The Duke scratches the head
+of the parrot. The strange bird declines to taste his grog. Patch-Eye
+shuffles the cards. The Captain hooks the mugs toward him one by one
+for the last drops of their precious liquor. Red Joe enters. Also,
+Darlin' from the kitchen._)
+
+JOE: Hello, mates! Evening, Captain! Are n't you cozy! As peaceful as
+old ladies with their darning. I 've just come from seeing Petey, up
+at the lighthouse. Petey says that along in about fifteen minutes the
+Royal Harry will be showing around the cliff. Is n't it time, Captain,
+to set up the lantern where 's she 's useful?
+
+DUKE: _Is n't_ it? Did yer hear that, Captain? _Ain 't_ it, is what
+Red Joe means.
+
+CAPTAIN: Right yer are, Joey. We must be trottin'.
+
+DUKE: What 's the name o' that tavern, Joe, at Wappin' wharf where we
+gets the uncommon grog?
+
+JOE: Wappin' wharf? I 'm blessed if the name 's not gone from me. The
+grog 's nothing to Darling's.
+
+DUKE: What does yer call the tavern on the Isle o' Dogs?
+
+JOE: I 'm remembering the rum. What 's the use of looking at the
+signboard?
+
+DUKE: How does yer sight ter turn the bar at Guinea?
+
+JOE: Sorry, Duke. It was my watch below. I was snoring when we turned.
+
+CAPTAIN: What happened to yer pigtail?
+
+PATCH: Where does we ship the niggers?
+
+DARLIN': Ain 't yer got a mermaid on yer chest?
+
+(_The pirates have risen and come forward. Their questions are put
+faster and with insolence. Dirk and hook are drawn. Joe stands in an
+easy, careless attitude. He seems ignorant of danger. He has taken a
+coal from the fire and slowly, deliberately, with back to the menace,
+he lights his pipe. Then suddenly he drops it from his teeth. He leaps
+to action. He draws his knife--two knives, one for each hand. He kicks
+away a chair, for room. He drives the pirates across the cabin. The
+candle--all the mugs upon the table--rattle to the stones. He cries
+out with bravado._)
+
+JOE: Who offers me his carcass first? What! Is pirate blood so thin
+and white?
+
+(_The pirates stand with knives drawn. It is an awkward moment of
+social precedence._)
+
+PATCH: (_safe in the farthest corner_). It 's me patch, Captain. It 's
+fetched loose. I follers yer.
+
+JOE: Come, Duke, and take your answer! Have you no stomach for my
+message? 'Fore God, is there no black ram to lead his sheep to the
+shearing?
+
+(_Joe's is a dangerous gayety. His two knives glisten in the candle
+light._)
+
+PATCH: Scrape him with yer hook, Captain, I follers yer.
+
+JOE: My knife frets. It is thirsty for thick red wine. Who offers me
+his cask to tap? I 'll pledge the King, although it is a dirty
+vintage. Come, Captain, I 'll carve you to a dainty morsel. We 'll
+have fresh meat for the platter. You 'll not be known from scared
+rabbit-flesh.
+
+(_He drives them around the table. Patch takes refuge behind the door.
+Darlin's red stockings run up the ladder._)
+
+JOE: You bearded hound!
+
+PATCH: He 's tauntin' yer, Captain. Hand him the hook! The Duke and me
+is back o' yer.
+
+JOE: Do you fear to cheat the gibbet on Wapping wharf? A knife 's a
+sweeter end. Who comes first? I 'll help him across the Styx. Or sink
+or swim! Flint waits in hell for three whelps to join his crew.
+
+PATCH: Captain, I 'm 'sprized at yer good nater. Scrape him one!
+
+JOE: Who comes to the barber first? Cowards! I 'll ram your pigtails
+down your throats. I 'll wash your dirt in blood.
+
+(_The Duke proves to be the strategist. He has edged to the rear of
+the cabin. He circles behind Red Joe. And now in a flash he leaps on
+him. Joe is buried under the three pirates, for Patch's valor returns
+when Joe is down. Joe is tied with ropes and fastened to an upright at
+the chimneyside. This is the terrible, glorious moment, now that the
+fight is over, when the actor-manager, as I first read the play--as
+explained in the preface (you really must read the preface)--turned
+his excited somersault down the carpet._)
+
+PATCH: Did yer notice, Captain, how I took him by the throat? He was
+squirmin' loose when I grabbed him. It was me tripped him.
+
+DUKE: Captain, I asks yer a favor. Can I stick him now. Dead men tell
+no tales.
+
+PATCH: Captain, yer jest makes a pet o' the Duke. Ain 't it my turn? I
+gets rusty.
+
+DARLIN': Let the Duke do it. He has more reasons than Patch.
+
+CAPTAIN: Lay off, me hearties! Does n't yer know we 're in a hurry?
+Red Joe 's kickin' up has wasted a heap o' time. The Royal 'Arry will
+be showin' 'round the cliff any minute now. Red Joe 's safe. He 's
+tied up double. We 'll have a merry party arterward--with grog and
+angel cake. It 's business afore pleasure. Here, Duke, take the
+lantern. (_He shakes it._) It 's full o' ile. Jest stir yer timber
+stump, Duke. Yer can foller, Patch. Yer follers better 'n yer leads.
+Some folks is pussycats.
+
+[Illustration: "It 's full o' ile"]
+
+DUKE: He 's pokin' fun at yer, ol' lionheart.
+
+PATCH: Yer hurts me feelin's.
+
+DUKE: I 'll hurt yer in a fatter place--where yer sits--if yer does
+n't step along. Yer a yeller-livered, maggoty land fish. I curbs me
+tongue. I scorns yer worse 'n cow's milk. Go 'long, afore I loosens up
+and tells yer what yer are!
+
+CAPTAIN: In about two minutes that blessed eye o' Petey will go out.
+We must set up the lantern afore the Royal 'Arry sticks her nose in
+sight.
+
+DUKE: By by, Joey. See yer later, ol' angel cake. Yer has jest time
+ter say "Now I lay me."
+
+CAPTAIN: How 's the night, Duke?
+
+DUKE: Blacker than the Earl o' Hell's top-boots.
+
+DARLIN': I 'll jest stick me apron on me head and go 'long, too. It
+ain 't proper fer a lady as has me temptin' beauty ter be left alone
+with snoopers.
+
+(_The cabin is empty except for Red Joe. He strains at his cords, but
+is tied fast. You hear the voices of the pirates singing in the
+distance._)
+
+     I agrees ter this and ter give 'em bliss--
+     From Pew I learned the trick--
+     I push 'em wide o' the wessel's side,
+     And poke 'em down with a stick.
+
+(_As soon as the pirates have left the cabin Betsy enters. She sees
+Joe but passes him in fright. She runs to the window and shields her
+eyes to see into the darkness._)
+
+BETSY: God help the poor sailormen!
+
+JOE: Betsy! Betsy! For the love of God!
+
+(_Suddenly the lighthouse light vanishes. And almost at once the
+ship's lantern shows at the window to the left. All sounds are
+hushed._)
+
+BETSY: The ship 's in sight. I see her lights. She has rounded the
+farther cliff. I see her turning. She heads in from the sea. Her three
+masts are in line. She steers for the lantern. God have mercy! She 'll
+strike in another minute. (_She stuffs her ears and runs from the
+window._) I can 't bear to listen. I can 't bear to look.
+
+JOE: Betsy! Betsy! Do you hear? Margaret! Margaret!
+
+(_At the sound of Margaret she lifts her head, buried in her arms. She
+runs toward Joe. Her wits seem dazed._)
+
+JOE: Quick! Margaret! Margaret! That knife! That knife on the stones!
+Margaret, cut me loose!
+
+(_Still dazed, moving as if in a dream, Betsy picks up the knife. She
+cuts Joe's cords. Joe seizes the gun that leans against the clock. He
+takes deliberate aim through the window. He fires. The window glass is
+shattered. The ship's lantern is hit. The light vanishes. He replaces
+the gun. Betsy stands beside him, looking in his face._)
+
+BETSY: You 've hit it! Thank God! The light is shattered. (_Then,
+after a pause._) I seem to remember now. My name is Margaret. I
+remember--
+
+JOE: What do you remember?
+
+BETSY: A great staircase--a room, with shadows from a candle. And when
+I was afraid, a lady sang to me. And she set the candle so that the
+fearful giant upon the wall ran off, and I was safe.
+
+JOE: What else do you remember?
+
+BETSY: I remember--
+
+JOE: Margaret, do you remember me?
+
+(_Margaret looks at him and a new memory is stirred._)
+
+BETSY: Yes, I remember you. Were you not a great tall lad whose
+crook'd elbow was level with my head? And once we climbed a tower--or
+do I recall a dream? You held me so that I might see the waves
+breaking on the rocks below. Then with level eyes we looked upon the
+sea, and cried out our discovery of each glistening sail. Are these
+things real? One morning you mounted horse, and I was held aloft so
+that you might stoop and kiss me. You rode off with a clatter on the
+stones. You turned and waved your hat. And now you have come back. You
+are Hal. We were playmates once.
+
+JOE: And by luck and God's help we shall be playmates once again.
+
+(_He puts his arms around her and kisses her._)
+
+BETSY: Quick, Hal! You must escape. Quick! Before the pirates come.
+Follow the path to the village! You can escape by the Royal Harry.
+
+(_They are running to the door when there is a sound of voices on the
+path outside. Joe has just time to put himself in the posture in which
+the pirates left him. The pirates and Darlin' enter in dejection.
+Betsy runs to the kitchen._)
+
+CAPTAIN: Blast me, the lantern 's out!
+
+PATCH: Rot me, but there were an explosion!
+
+DARLIN': Poof! And there were n't no lantern!
+
+DUKE: What done it? What done it? I asks yer.
+
+(_They stand at the window and look toward the ocean._)
+
+DUKE: She is still headed on. Her nose is still pointin' toward the
+cliff.
+
+CAPTAIN: What 's that?
+
+DUKE: I hears the rattlin' o' chains. She 's droppin' anchor. She has
+sniffed the willainy. Her anchor 's down. She 's saved hisself. Blow
+me, she 's saved hisself.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer can hang me ter a gibbet.
+
+PATCH: Yer can rot me bones.
+
+DARLIN': Me heart 's gone palpy.
+
+DUKE: What done it? What done it? I asks yer.
+
+(_At this point let us hope that the curtain does not stick._)
+
+[Illustration: "What done it? I asks yer"]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ACT III]
+
+ACT III
+
+
+_The scene is the same as before. We have given up all hope of a
+pirate ship rocking on the sea. Our plot still twists us around its
+little finger. The curtain rises on the tableau of the second act. Old
+Petey shows again at the window to the right._
+
+DUKE: What done it? What done it? I asks yer.
+
+PATCH: Jest when everythin' was goin' pretty.
+
+CAPTAIN: Jest when she was about ter hit.
+
+DARLIN': Me heart near stopped--I was that excited.
+
+(_The pirates sit in deep dejection._)
+
+DUKE: The mystery o' this business is how the blinkin' lantern went
+out.
+
+CAPTAIN: Ol' Petey done his part.
+
+PATCH: He doused herself in time.
+
+CAPTAIN: It was the lantern done it.
+
+DUKE: When there were n't no light at all, the Royal 'Arry, she jest
+sniffed willainy and dropped anchor.
+
+PATCH: I was repeatin' Smash yer devil! Smash yer devil!--kinder
+hurryin' her on.
+
+DARLIN': I was sayin' Now I lay me--throbbin' with excitement.
+
+DUKE: It was n't ile. I put ile in the lantern meself. Captain, yer
+seen me put in ile.
+
+CAPTAIN: I seen yer. And I swished it meself ter be sure.
+
+PATCH: Nothin 's been right since that ol' lady hanged me ter a
+gibbet.
+
+CAPTAIN: There we was watchin'--
+
+PATCH: Pop!
+
+CAPTAIN: And all of a sudden--quicker 'n seven devils--the bloomin'
+lantern went all ter pieces. It 's grog, I says. Snakes is next. It
+were a comfert to the ol' Captain ter know that all o' yer seen it. I
+seen a yeller rhinoceros once, runnin' along with purple mice--all
+alone I seen it--and it kinder sickened me o' rum.
+
+PATCH: Does yer think the lantern exploded?
+
+DUKE: Did yer ever hear o' a ship's lantern explodin'? I asks yer,
+Captain.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer talks silly, Patch. That lantern has hung fer twenty year
+on ol' Flint's ship--swingin' easy and contented all 'round the
+Horn--and it ain 't never exploded once.
+
+DUKE: Swabs' lanterns explode, stoopid. Ships' lanterns don 't.
+Captain, I feels as mournful as when Flint's clock did n't tick no
+more and we knowed he was took by the blessed angels.
+
+CAPTAIN: I ain 't meself as gay as a cuckoo--not quite I ain 't.
+
+PATCH: Ever since that ol' lady--
+
+DUKE: Lay off on that ol' lady!
+
+(_They sit in silence, in dejection. All stare stupidly at the floor.
+For a moment it seems as if nothing more will be said and the audience
+might as well go home. But presently the Duke sees something at the
+rear of the cabin. He looks as you or I would look if we saw a yellow
+elephant taking its after-dinner coffee in the sitting-room; but, as
+he is a pirate, he is not frightened--merely interested and intent. He
+brushes his hand before his eyes, to make sure it is no delusion--not
+grog or rum. Then he rises softly. He crosses to the window. Very
+gently he touches the glass. He finds it is really broken. He loosens
+a piece of the shattered glass. The others are sunk in such melancholy
+that they do not observe him._
+
+_He gazes through the window, studying the direction of the broken
+ship's lantern. He traces the angle with his finger. The gesture ends
+with an accusing finger pointing at Red Joe. He whistles softly. For a
+moment his eye rests upon the gun, which leans against the clock. He
+has guessed the riddle. He advances casually, but with dirk in hand.
+He comes in front of Joe. Suddenly he presses the blade of his dirk
+against Joe's stomach._)
+
+DUKE: Captain! Captain! Quick! Tie him up!
+
+(_Joe is bound again with rope._)
+
+DUKE: It 's him that done it. It 's Red Joe.
+
+CAPTAIN: How did he get loose?
+
+DUKE: (_as he points to the knife on the floor_). Does yer see that
+knife? Does yer see Joe? I 'm tellin' yer. It was him shot out the
+lantern.
+
+PATCH: Did n't I help ter tie him meself?
+
+DUKE: Askin' yer pardon, Captain, but you and Patch has the brains o'
+a baby aligator. A stuffed rhinocopoterus is pos'-lutely nothin'.
+Askin' yer pardon fer speakin' so plain. I does all yer thinkin' for
+yer. There 's some folks settin' here as are fat-headed, and thinks
+ships' lanterns explode.
+
+PATCH: Easy now, ol' dear. Yer alers pitchin' inter me, 'cause I 'm
+good-natered.
+
+CAPTAIN: Red Joe, I calls yer a dirty spy. A swab! A landlubber! Fer
+one copper farthin' I 'd ketch yer one with this hook.
+
+DUKE: It was me discovered him. I asks yer, Captain, ter leave Red Joe
+ter me. I hates him most perticerler.
+
+(_Betsy enters from the kitchen._)
+
+BETSY: Did you call, Captain?
+
+DARLIN': Nobody ain 't callin' yer, dearie. Now jest toddle back to
+the kitchen.
+
+DUKE: This ain 't no place fer a leetle girl. It will give yer bad
+dreams. Mince pie 's nothin'.
+
+(_Betsy attempts to leave the cabin by the door that leads to the
+cliffs--the door at the rear of the cabin._)
+
+DUKE: Where you goin', Betsy?
+
+BETSY: I 've an errand in the village.
+
+DUKE: Well, yer ain 't goin'. It ain 't no night fer a leetle girl ter
+be out. I ain 't goin' ter have me Duchess snifflin' with a cold. Go
+to grandma! It was me discovered him, Captain. I 'm askin' yer a
+favor. He 's a snooper.
+
+PATCH: Captain, I gets rusty.
+
+CAPTAIN: Lay off, me hearties. Duke! Patch! I loves both o' yer. I
+loves yer equal, like two mugs o' grog as is full alike. Yer can pitch
+dice ter see which does it.
+
+(_He places the dice cup on the table beside the candle. The Duke and
+Patch take their places. Betsy, under cover of this centered interest,
+runs to Red Joe, who whispers to her._)
+
+DUKE: I drops 'em in me mug, so 's they can get a smell o' rum. The
+leetle bones is me friends. I never throws less 'n a five spot. I
+makes a pint o' shakin' the bones till they rattles jolly. I likes the
+sound o' it even better 'n the blessed scrapin' o' a spoon what 's
+stirrin' grog. Write it on me tombstone--if I rots ashore--He was the
+kinder feller as never throwed less 'n a five spot.
+
+[Illustration: "The leetle bones is me friends"]
+
+CAPTAIN: Go 'long, Duke. Bones, as is kept waitin', sulks.
+
+PATCH: One or three?
+
+DUKE: One 's enough. I 'm talkin' to yer, bones. I wants sixes,
+sweeties.
+
+(_As he throws Betsy jostles the candle with her arm. It overturns and
+falls. The cabin is dark. You can see her run from the cabin and pass
+the windows to the left._)
+
+DUKE: Now yer done it!
+
+PATCH: You is all thumbs, Betsy.
+
+CAPTAIN: Easy, mates! It were jest an accident. Betsy, fetch a seacoal
+from the hearth! Betsy! We ain 't goin' ter wallop yer. Where are yer,
+Betsy?
+
+DARLIN': Come out o' yer hidin'!
+
+CAPTAIN: I 'll light the candle meself.
+
+(_He takes it to the fire, lights it and returns to the table._)
+
+CAPTAIN: There yer are--blazin' like ol' Petey. Yer had better sit
+down, Betsy. Crack me stump, where is the girl?
+
+PATCH: Kinder silly o' her ter run away. We ain 't never walloped her.
+
+DUKE: Women 's silly folks. I calls 'em ninnies. It don 't do no good
+tryin' ter understand 'em. Now then, ol' lionheart, are yer ready?
+(_He throws._) Two fives! I 've done yer, Patch.
+
+(_It is Patch's turn. He kisses the cubes._)
+
+PATCH: Yer as sweet as honey. Tell me yer loves me. Me dirk is itchin'
+fer yer answer. Luck 's a lady as dotes on me. (_He throws._) A pair
+o' sixes! Does yer see it, Duke? Stick yer blinkin' eye right down
+agin the table! It 's me, Captain. (_He rises and draws his knife._)
+Joey are yer ready?
+
+JOE: God, if I were loose I 'd take you by the dirty gullet and twist
+it until you roared. I 'd kick you off my path like a snarling cur. Of
+what filth does nature sometimes compound a man! Shall a skunk walk
+two-legged to infect the air? Three cowards will hang on Wapping wharf
+before the month is up.
+
+PATCH: Are n't meanin' us, are yer Joey?
+
+JOE: And I 'll tell you more.
+
+CAPTAIN: Ain 't we listenin' to yer? Yer can talk spry, as Patch here
+has a leetle job ter do, and it 's nearin' bed time.
+
+DUKE: We does n't want ter sit up late and lose our beauty sleep jest
+listenin' to a speech.
+
+JOE: A pirate takes his chance of death. You guard your dirty skins by
+wrecking ships upon the rocks. You dare not pit yourselves against a
+breathing victim. Like carrion-crows you sit to a vile and bloated
+banquet.
+
+PATCH: Tip me the wink, Captain, when yer has heard enough.
+
+JOE: Stand off, you whelp! The King of England fights in France--
+
+DUKE: Ain 't yer 'shamed that you is not there ter help?
+
+JOE: I 'll tell you why I am not in France. I swore to his majesty
+that I would clear his coast of pirates. My plans are made. The
+channel is swept by gunboats. They will close in on you tomorrow--you
+and all the dirty vermin that befoul these cliffs.
+
+DUKE: He talks so big, ye 'd think he was the King himself.
+
+(_Everyone laughs at this. The Duke takes the cloak from the chest. In
+derision he hangs it across Red Joe's shoulders._)
+
+DUKE: We 'll play ch'rades. Here 's yer costume, Joey. There! It fits
+yer like the skin o' a snake. We makes yer King. Yer looks like yer
+was paradin' in St. James's park, lampin' a Duchess.
+
+PATCH: Does yer majesty need a new 'igh chancellor. I asks yer fer it.
+I wants a fine house in London town, runnin' ter the Strand, and
+peacocks struttin' in the garden.
+
+CAPTAIN: King, I asks yer ter cast yer gig on me. I 'd be a right
+smart Archbishop o' Canterbury. Me whiskers is 'clesiastical.
+
+DUKE: I offers meself, King, as Lord 'Igh Admiral o' the Navy. I
+swears fluent.
+
+DARLIN': Has yer a Princess vacant? I lolls graceful on a throne.
+(_The horrid creature spits._)
+
+CAPTAIN: 'Vast there, me hearties! I 'm thinkin' I 'm hearin' the
+sound o' footsteps.
+
+DUKE: (_to Patch_). Did yer lordship hear any sound?
+
+PATCH: Askin' your Grice's pardon, I did n't ketch a thing. Did you
+hear anythin', Princess?
+
+DARLIN': There 's nothin' come ter me pearly ears.
+
+CAPTAIN: Silence! I wants ter listen.
+
+(_No sound is heard._)
+
+CAPTAIN: Well, Patch, yer had better get yer dirk ready. I 'm uncommon
+sleepy. I wants ter get ter bed.
+
+DARLIN': Ketch him a deep one, Patch.
+
+PATCH: I takes it mighty kind o' you, Captain. Yer has alers been a
+lovin' father ter me. Joey, I 'll tell yer what yer are. Yer the kind
+o' feller I hates most perticerler. Yer a spy! Say yer prayers, you
+hissin' snake!
+
+(_He sharpens his dirk and gayly tests it on his whiskers._)
+
+JOE: My wasted day is done. In the tempest's wrack the stars are dim
+and faith 's the only compass. Now or hereafter, what matters it? The
+sun will gild the meadows as of yesteryear. The moon will fee the
+world with silver coin. And all across the earth men will traffic on
+their little errands until nature calls them home. I am a stone cast
+in a windy pool where scarce a ripple shows. Life 's but a candle in
+the wind. Mine will not burn to socket.
+
+DUKE: He 's all wound up like a clock--jest tickin' words.
+
+CAPTAIN: Patch, Joe is tellin' us poetical that his wick has burned
+right down to the bottle. Yer had better put it out, without more
+hesitatin'.
+
+(_And now, as they are intent for the coming blow--suddenly!
+quietly!--a woman's hand and arm--a claw, rather, with long, thin,
+shrivelled fingers--have come in sight at the window with the broken
+glass._
+
+_It quite terrifies me as I write. My pencil shakes. Old ladies will
+want to scream._
+
+_The fingers grope along the sill. They fumble on the wall. They
+stretch to reach the gun which stands beside the clock. Another inch
+and they will grasp it and Red Joe will be saved. The arm rubs against
+the pendulum of the clock. It swings and the clock starts to tick. And
+still no one has seen the terrible hand. And now the fingers are
+thrust blindly against the gun. It falls with a clatter on the stones.
+The hand and arm disappear. But Darlin' has seen the swinging pendulum
+and shrieks._)
+
+DUKE: Does yer see it, Captain?
+
+PATCH: Horrers!
+
+DUKE: It 's never went since Flint was hanged.
+
+CAPTAIN: And would n't run till his death 's revenged and him layin'
+peaceful in his coffin.
+
+PATCH: Does yer think it 's grog? Does all o' yer see it?
+
+DUKE: What done it?
+
+(_From the distance is heard a long-drawn whistle._)
+
+CAPTAIN: What 's that?
+
+PATCH: It makes me jumpy.
+
+DUKE: It ain 't a night when folks whistles jest fer cows and such.
+Finish yer job, Patch.
+
+PATCH: Are yer feared o' somethin' special, Duke?
+
+DUKE: Feared? If we ain 't quick, there 'll be a gibbet fer all o' us.
+
+CAPTAIN: Ain 't the clock tickin' peaceful?
+
+PATCH: She ain 't got no right ter tick. It 's like a dead man
+talkin'.
+
+DUKE: Quick! Give me the knife! I 'll stick it in him. And when I 'm
+done, we scatters. There 's trouble brewin'. Termorrer night, when the
+tide is out, we meets at the holler cave. And may the devil lend a
+helpin' hand. Snooper, are yer ready? Does yer see this here blade
+shinin' in the candle? In about one minute I 'll be wipin' off a
+streak o' red upon me breeks. Flint--blessin' on yer gentle soul!--yer
+can rest in peace!
+
+[Illustration: "I 'll be wipin off a streak o' red upon me breeks"]
+
+(_He approaches Joe with upraised knife. Suddenly he cries out._)
+
+DUKE: It 's him the fortin-teller mentioned. It 's the man in a velvet
+cloak!
+
+CAPTAIN: It 's him! Me God! Me hook!
+
+(_With a growl of rage the pirates leap forward toward Joe, but are
+arrested by the sound of running feet. Into the cabin rushes the
+sailor captain, followed by three sailors. The sailor captain cries
+"_'Vast there!_" and the pirates turn to face his men. They put up a
+fight worthy of old Flint. Darlin', to escape the rough-and-tumble
+runs half way up the ladder. The table is overturned. The stools are
+kicked across the room. Even the precious grog is spilled. But the
+pirates' valor is insufficient. They are overpowered at last and tied.
+Red Joe's cords are cut. Into the cabin Betsy comes running, followed
+by old Meg._)
+
+BETSY: Joe! Hal! Thank God, you are safe.
+
+JOE: Margaret!
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN: I am the captain of the Royal Harry.
+
+JOE: Captain, I charge you to arrest these men.
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN: Yes, your Royal Highness.
+
+DUKE: Royal 'Ighness? Did yer hear what he said?
+
+DARLIN': 'Ighness nothin'. He 's jest a snooper.
+
+(_She sits on the floor, with her head on the Duke's knee. She is
+staunch to the last--a true cook for a pirates' band._)
+
+JOE: You will transport them in chains to London to wait their
+sentence by a court of law.
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN: Yes, your majesty.
+
+JOE: You mistake me, Captain. My father is the King of England. I am
+but the Prince of Wales.
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN: Alas, sire, we bring you heavy news. Your Royal
+Father, the King of England, has been killed, fighting gloriously on
+the soil of France.
+
+JOE: Bear with me. My grief has leaped the channel. My thought is a
+silent mourner at my father's grave. Shall a King sink to the measure
+of a mound of turf for the tread of a peasant's foot? Where is now the
+ermine robe, the glistening crown, the harness of a fighting hour, the
+sceptre that marked the giddy office, the voice, the flashing eye that
+stirred a coward to bravery, the iron gauntlet shaking in the pallid
+face of France? All--all covered by a spadeful of country earth.
+Captain, has Calais fallen to our army's siege? Are the French lilies
+plucked for England's boutoniere?
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN: Calais has fallen.
+
+JOE: Then God be praised even in this hard hour. By heaven's help I
+throw off the idle practice of my youth. The empty tricks and trivial
+habits of the careless years, I renounce them all. A wind has scoured
+the sullen clouds of youth. My past has been a ragged garment, stained
+with heedless hours. Tonight I cast it off, like a coat that is out at
+elbow. My father henceforth lives in me.
+
+(_Meg, at her entrance, has sniffed the wasted grog. Her nose, surer
+than a hazel wand, inclines above the hearth. She bends to the lovely
+puddle. She employs and tastes her dripping finger--covertly, with
+mannerly regard to the Prince's rhetoric--sucking in secret his good
+health and happy returns, so to speak. The liquor warms her
+tongue--not to drunkenness, but to ease and comfort. The hearth-stone
+is her tavern chair._)
+
+MEG: (_not boisterously--with just a flip of her trickling finger, as
+if it were a foaming cup_). Hooray! I wants ter be the first, yer
+Majesty, ter swear allegiance to yer throne. I saw yer future in the
+glass. Ol' Meg knowed yer, like she had rocked yer in the cradle. I
+told yer I would come in yer hour o' danger. It was me reached through
+the winder fer the gun ter save yer. It was me whistle that yer heard,
+dearie, hurryin' up the sailormen as Betsy went ter fetch.
+
+JOE: Thanks my good woman. We grant you a pension for your love.
+
+(_She quests back to her pool of grog. She finds a spoon. She sits to
+the delicious salvage, with back against the chimney and woolen legs
+out-stretched. Speeches to her are nothing now. We cannot expect her
+help in winding up our play. The burden falls on Joe. We must be
+patient through a sentimental page or two._)
+
+JOE: Ha! My velvet cloak, which I left at Castle Crag when I laid
+aside the Prince and took disguise. These unintentioned ruffians by
+their dirty jest have clothed me to my office.
+
+SAILOR CAPTAIN: I swear my allegiance, your Majesty.
+
+JOE: I rely on my sailors to clear the coast and seas. But first I
+want your allegiance in another high concern. Some fourteen years ago,
+when I was a lad of ten, I journeyed with my royal father to the
+castle of the Duke of Cornwall, which stands high on the wind-swept
+coast. Its giddy towers rise sheer above the ocean until the very
+rooks nesting in the battlements grow dizzy at the height. It is the
+outer bastion of the world, laughing to scorn the ocean's siege.
+
+In that castle, Captain, there lived a little girl; and she and I
+romped the sounding corridors together. And once I led her to an open
+'brasure in the steep-pitched wall, and held her so that she might see
+the waves curling on the rocks below. And tales of mermaids I
+invented, and shipwreck and treasure buried in the noisy caverns of
+the rock, where twice a day the greedy tide goes in and out to seek
+its fortune. And far afield we wandered and stood waist-deep in the
+golden meadows, until the weary twilight called us home.
+
+And I remember, when tired with play, that her mother sang to us an
+old song, a lullaby. Her voice was soft, with a gentleness that only a
+mother knows who sits with drowsy children.
+
+And to that little girl I was betrothed. It was sworn with oath and
+signature that some day I would marry her and that, when I became king
+of England in the revolving years, she would be its queen.
+
+BETSY: By what miracle did you know me, Hal?
+
+JOE: It was the song you sang. Your voice was the miracle that told
+the secret. With unvarnished speech I woo you. I love you, Margaret,
+and I ask you to be my wife.
+
+MEG: (_faintly--floating in a golden sea of grog_) Hooray!
+
+(_Joe takes Betsy in his arms and kisses her._)
+
+JOE: The magic of your lips, my dear, is the miracle that answers me.
+My loyal sailors, I present you. Margaret, Duchess of Cornwall,
+Countess of Devon, Princess of the Western Marches, by right and title
+possessor of all land 'twixt Exeter and Land's End. And now, by her
+consent and the grace of God, the wife of Harry, King of England.
+
+CAPTAIN: Leetle Betsy, I fergives yer.
+
+DUKE: I asks yer health, though I swings termorrer.
+
+PATCH: And may yer live long and 'appy!
+
+DARLIN': We 're lovin' yer, Betsy.
+
+BETSY: My gracious lord, for these three years this cabin has been my
+home. These are my friends--the only friends I have ever known. They
+fed me when I had no food and they kept me warm against the cold. Must
+they hang? I ask you to pardon them.
+
+DARLIN': Glory ter God!
+
+JOE: The pardon is granted. Captain, strike off their irons!
+
+DARLIN': We loves yer, Betsy.
+
+CAPTAIN: We are fonder of yer than grog and singin' angels.
+
+PATCH: I thanks yer, King.
+
+DUKE: It were jest an hour ago, settin' in that chair, I asks ter
+splice yer, Betsy, keel ter topsail. The ol' Duke never thought the
+Countess of all them places, and the Queen o' England, ter boot, would
+ever be settin' on his knee, pullin' at his whiskers--him askin' her
+ter name the 'appy day.
+
+BETSY: It was a prior attachment, Duke.
+
+CAPTAIN: We 'll serve yer, King, like we served ol' Flint.
+
+PATCH: Top and bottom, fore and aft.
+
+DUKE: We 'll brag how the King o' England and us has drunk grog
+together, and how the Queen washed up the mugs.
+
+MEG: (_in a whisper_). Hooray!
+
+JOE: And now, Captain, lead the way. We must speed to London.
+
+BETSY: Good by, Duke. Some day you will find a girl who cooks roast
+pig that crackles.
+
+DUKE: A blessin', Betsy, on yer laughin' eyes!
+
+CAPTAIN: A health ter King Hal and his blushin' bride!
+
+ALL: King Hal! Leetle Betsy!
+
+(_With a wave of the hand Joe departs, and with him, Betsy, who kisses
+her fingers to the pirates in farewell. The sailors follow. The
+pirates and Darlin' are left. The pirates sit at the table. They
+exchange glances of satisfaction. They unbutton for a quiet evening at
+home. Kings are but an episode in a pirate's life. They return to the
+happy routine of their lives. Our adventure has circled to its
+start._)
+
+PATCH: Darlin'! Me friend, the Duke, is thirsty. Yer had better mix
+another pot o' grog. Yer does n't want ter be a foolish virgin and get
+ketched without no grog.
+
+DARLIN': (_at the fire_). Yer coddles yer stomich, Patch.
+
+PATCH: The Duke, he knows a leetle dear as is jest waitin' ter come
+flutterin' ter his lovin' arms. I thinks it 's yer whiskers, Duke.
+
+CAPTAIN: Yer can pull one, Betsy, fer the locket that yer wears. We is
+laughin' at yer, ol' walrus.
+
+DUKE: Kings is bigger than Dukes. I looses without no kickin' up.
+There 's no one like Darlin' fer mixin' grog.
+
+DARLIN': Fer that kind word I 'm lovin' yer.
+
+(_She fills the cups._)
+
+PATCH: It 's grog beats off the melancholy. As soon as me pipes goes
+dry, I gets homesick fer the ocean. Here we be, Duke, thrown up at
+last ter rot like driftwood on the shore. It was 'appy days when we
+sailed with ol' Flint on the Spanish Main.
+
+CAPTAIN: 'Appy days, Patch!
+
+ALL: 'Appy days!
+
+(_They lift their cups in memory of a golden past. It is a contented
+family around the evening candle. They are as cozy as old ladies with
+their darning. Meg snores in peace as the curtain falls._)
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_Our candles have burned to socket. Our pasteboard cabin is bare and
+dark. No longer do pirate flags flaunt the ghostly seas. The stormy
+ocean, the dizzy cliffs of Devon, melt like an unsubstantial pageant.
+Let's put away our toys--the timber leg, the patch, the frightful
+hook. Once again, despite the weary signpost of the years, we have run
+on the laughing avenues of childhood._
+
+
+
+
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