MAY. Ah, I be got into an ugly old woman now, mother, and Steve-- Steve, he looked in the face of I and didn"t so much as think who "twas. "Get off to the drunken sleep of you and to your dreams."
"Twas that what he did say to I.
VASHTI. Your old mother do know better nor Steve. Ah, "tweren"t in no shroud as I seed you, May, nor yet with the sod upon the face of you, but stepping, stepping up and down on the earth, through the water what layed on the roads, and on the dry where there be high places, and in the gra.s.s of the meadows. That"s how "twas as I did see you, May.
MAY. And I would like to know how "twas as Steve saw I.
VASHTI. Ah, and there was they as did buzz around as thick as waspes in summer time and as said, "She be under ground and rotting now-- that her be." And they seed in I but a poor old woman what was sleeping in the chimney corner, with no hearing to I. "Rotting yourself," I says, and I rears up sudden, "She be there as a great tree and all the leaves of it full out--and you--snakes in the gra.s.s, snakes in the gra.s.s, all of you! There "tis.
MAY. [Mockingly.] "It"s a good thought, bain"t it, Annie, that to- morrow this time there won"t be no need for us to part?" And in the days when I was a young woman and all the bloom of I upon me, "twouldn"t have been once as he"d have looked on such as her.
VASHTI. And "tis full of bloom and rare fine and handsome as you appear now, May, leastways to my old eyes. And when you goes up to Steve and shows yourself, I take it the door"ll be shut in the face of the mealy one what they"ve all been so took up with this long while. I count that "twill and no mistake. So "tis.
MAY. [Fiercely.] Hark you here, Mother, and "tis to be wed to- morrow as they be! Wed--the both of them, the both of them! And me in my flesh, and wife to Steve! "Can I cover you up with a bit of old sack or summat?" Old sack! When there be a coverlet with feathers to it stretched over where he do lie upstairs. "I"ll let you out when "tis morning." Ah, you will, will you, Steve Browning?
Us"ll see how "twill be when "tis morning--Us"ll see, just won"t us then!
VASHTI. Ah, "tis in her place as th" old woman will be set come morning--And that her"ll be--I count as "tis long enough as her have mistressed it over the house. [Shaking her fist towards the ceiling.] You old she fox, you may gather the pads of you in under of you now, and crouch you down t"other side of the fire like any other old woman of your years--for my May"s comed back, and her"ll show you your place what you"ve not known where "twas in all the days of your old wicked life. So "tis.
MAY. Her han"t changed a hair of her, th" old stoat! Soon as I heard the note of she, the heat bubbled up in I, though "twas chattering in the cold as I had been but a moment afore. "One of they dirty roadsters--I"ll learn you to come disturbing of a wedding party, I will." [Shaking her fist towards the ceiling.] No, you bain"t changed, you hardened old sinner--but the words out of the cruel old mouth of you don"t hurt I any more--not they. I be pa.s.sed out of the power of such as you. I knowed I"d have to face you when I comed back, but I knowed, too, as I should brush you out of the way of me, like I would brush one of they old maid flies.
VASHTI. Ah, and so I telled she many a time. "You bide till my May be comed home," I says. "She be already put safe to bed and "tis in the churchyard where her do take her rest," says she. Ah, what a great liar that is, th" old woman what"s Steve"s mother! And the lies they do grow right out of she tall as rushes, and the wind do blow they to the left and to the right. So "tis.
MAY. Ah, she han"t any more power for to hurt I in the ugly old body of her. I be got beyond she. There be but one or two things as can touch I now--But one or two. And I be struck to the heart, I be, struck to the heart.
[She bends forwards, rocking herself to and fro and weeping.
MAY. [As though speaking to herself.] Back and fro, back and fro-- On the dark of the earth and where "twas light. When "twas cold and no sound but the steps of I on the road, and the fox"s bark; when "twas hot and the white dust smouldered in the mouth of I, and things flying did plague I with the wings of they--But "twas always the same thought as I had--"Some day I shall come back to Steve," I did tell me. And then again--"Some day I shall get and hold Dorry in my arms." And now I be comed. And Steve--and Steve--Ah, I be struck deep to the heart, "tis so. Struck deep!
VASHTI. You get upstairs to Steve, May. Get you up there and take the place what"s yours.
MAY. My place, my place! Where"s that I want to know! "Tis another what"s got into the nest now, to lie snug and warm within. And "tis for I to spread the wings of me and to go out into the storm again.
So "tis.
VASHTI. Get you to Steve, May, and let him but look on the form of you and on the bloom, and us"ll see what he will do with t"other hussy then. Ah, they sneaking, mealy wenches what have got fattened up and licked over by th" old woman till "tis queens as they fancies theirselves, you shall tell they summat about what they be, come morning. And your poor old mother, her"ll speak, too, what hasn"t been let sound her tongue these years gone by. Ah, hern shall know what us do think of they, hern shall squat upon the floor and hear the truth.
MAY. He thought as I was sleeping; but I looked out on her and seed the way his eyes was cast upon the girl. Steve, if you had cast your eyes on me like that but once, in days gone by--maybe, maybe I"d not have gone out and shut the door behind I.
VASHTI. Get you to Steve and let him see you with the candle lit.
Her bain"t no match for he, the young weasel! "Tis you as has the blood of me and my people what was grand folk in times gone by, "tis you, May, as is the mate for he, above all them white-jowled things what has honey at the mouth of they, but the heart running over with poison--Ah, and what throws you the bone and keeps the meat for their own bellies. What sets the skin afore you and laps the cream theirselves. Vipers, all of them, and she-cats. There "tis.
MAY. Sit you down, Mother, and keep the tongue of you quiet. We don"t want for to waken they.
VASHTI. [Sitting down heavily.] But we"ve got to waken Steve for he to know as how you be comed home again.
MAY. And where"s the good of that, when there bain"t so much as a board nor a rag, but what"s been stole from I?
VASHTI. You go and say to him as "tis his wife what have come back to her place. And put th" old woman against the chimney there, and let her see you a-cutting of the bread and of the meat, and a-setting out of the food so as that they who be at the table can loose the garments of them when the eating "tis finished, if they has a mind to, "stead of drawing they together so not to feel "tis leer. Ah, "tis time you be comed, May, "tis time.
MAY. [Bitterly.] I"m thinking "tis time!
VASHTI. "Tis the lies of they be growed big as wheat stalks and the hardness of their hearts be worse nor death. But "tis to judgment as they shall be led, now you be comed home, May, and the hand of G.o.d shall catch they when they do crawl like adders upon the earth. "Ah, and do you mind how "twas you served old Vashti, what never did harm to no one all the life of her," I shall call out to th" old woman in that hour when her shall be burning in the lake. And her shall beg for a drop of water to lay upon the withered tongue of she, and it shall be denied, for other hands nor ours be at work, and "tis the wicked as shall perish--yes, so "tis.
MAY. [Who has been bending forward, looking steadily into the fire.]
Stop that, Mother, I wants to get at my thoughts.
VASHTI. Be you a-going to set on I, too, May, now that you be comed home. "Tis poor work for an old woman like I.
MAY. [As though to herself.] And as I was laid beneath the hedge-- ""Tis cold as my limbs is, now," I says, "but I shall be warm this night." And the pangs what was in the body of me did fairly quail I- -""Tis my fill of victuals as I shall soon put within," thinks I.
And they was laid a bit. The bleakness of the tempest fell on I, but "I shan"t feel lonesome no longer than this hour," I telled me. For to my thinking, Steve, he was waiting all the time till I should be comed back. And Dorry, too. There "tis. [A long silence.
MAY. I"d have been content to bide with the door shut--so long as it was shut with they two and me inside the room--th" old woman--well, I count I shouldn"t have took many thought for she--she could have bided in her place if she"d had a mind--I"d have set me down, when once my clothes was decent and clean, and put my hands to the work and made a tidy wife for Steve, as good nor better than that there dressed-up thing out yonder--And bred Dorry up the right way, too, I would. But "tis done with now, so "tis.
VASHTI. [As though to herself.] And when "tis morning and she gets her down--"There, "tis my girl as is mistress here, I"ll say to her-- and "tis my girl as shall sit cup end of the table--and you get you to the fire corner and bide there, like the poor old woman as you be, spite that you do slip about so spry on the wicked old legs of you."
MAY. And I could set she back in her place, too, that tricked-up, flashy thing over the way. I"ve but to climb the stairs and clap my hand on Steve--"Get you from your dreams," I have got but to say, "the woman what"s yourn be comed home. Her have tasted the cup of death, very near, and her have been a-thirst and an hungered. But her has carried summat for you in her heart all the way what you wouldn"t find in the heart of t"other, no, not if you was to cut it open and search it through." And the right belongs to I to shut the door on t"other hussey, holding Steve to I till death divides we.
VASHTI. Going on the road I seed the eyes of they blinking as I did pa.s.s by. "And may the light from out the thunder cloud fall upon you," I says to them, "for "tis a poor old woman as I be what has lost her child; and what"s that to you if so be as the shoes on her feet be broken or no? "Tis naked as the toes of you shall go, that hour when the days of this world shall be rolled by. Ah, "tis naked and set on the lake of burning fire as the hoofs of you shall run!"
MAY. I could up and screech so that the house should ring with the sound of me, "I be your wife, Steve, comed back after these many years. What"s this that you"ve got doing with another?" I could take hold on him and make him look into the eyes of I, yes, and th"
old woman, too. "See here, your "dirty roadster," look well on to her." "Why, "tis May." But the eyes of him would then be cast so that I should see no more than a house what has dead within, and the blind pulled down. And I, what was thinking as there might be a light in the window!
VASHTI. "And you may holler," I says to them, "you may holler till you be heard over the face of all the earth, but no one won"t take no account of you." And the lies of them which have turned into ropes of hempen shall come up and strangle they. But me and my child shall pa.s.s by all fatted up and clothed, and with the last flick, afore the eyelids of they drop, they shall behold we, and, a-clapping of the teeth of them shall they repent them of their sins. Too late, too late! There "tis.
MAY. Too late! There "tis, I be comed home too late.
[She rises and takes up her shawl, wrapping it about her shoulders, and muttering.
MAY. But I know a dark place full of water--"Tis Simon"s pool they calls it--And I warrant as any poor wretch might sleep yonder and be in quiet.
VASHTI. Be you a-going up to Steve now?
MAY. No, I bain"t. "Tis out from here that I be going. And back on to the road.
VASHTI. May, my pretty May, you"re never going for to leave I, what"s such a poor old woman and wronged cruel. You step aloft and rouse up Steve. He"ll never have you go upon the roads again once he do know as you"ve comed back.
MAY. Steve! What"s it to Steve whether the like of I do go or bide?
What be there in I for to quell the love of she which Steve"s got in him? Dead leaves for new. Ditch water for the clear spring.
VASHTI. Give him to drink of it, May.
MAY. [Looking upwards to the ceiling.] No, Steve. Hark you here.
I bain"t a-going to do it. I bain"t going to knock over the spoonful of sweet what you be carrying to your mouth. You take and eat of it in quiet and get you filled with the honey. "Tain"t my way to s.n.a.t.c.h from no one so that the emptiness which I has in me shall be fed.
There, "tis finished now, very nigh, and the sharpness done. And, don"t you fear, Steve, as ever I"ll trouble you no more.
VASHTI. [Rising.] I be a-going to fetch him down, and that"s what I"m a-going for to do.
MAY. [Pushing her back into her chair.] Harken you, Steve, he"s never got to know as I"ve been here.
VASHTI. I tell you, May, I"ll screech till he do come!