YOUNG MAN
No. Nor no other corrupt practices.
OLD MAN
Tcht-tcht!--Well, I"ll have patience, and put it to him in another form. Dost know the world is round--eh? I warrant dostn"t!
YOUNG MAN
I warrant I do!
OLD MAN
How d"ye make that out, when th"st never been to school?
YOUNG MAN
I larned it at church, thank G.o.d.
OLD MAN
Church? What have G.o.d A"mighty got to do with profane knowledge?
Beware that you baint blaspheming, Jems Purchess!
YOUNG MAN
I say I did, whether or no! "Twas the zingers up in gallery that I had it from. They busted out that strong with "the round world and they that dwell therein," that we common fokes down under could do no less than believe "em.
OLD MAN
Canst be sharp enough in the wrong place as usual--I warrant canst!
However, I"ll have patience with "en and say on!--Suppose, now, my hat is the world; and there, as might be, stands the Camp of Belong, where Boney is. The world goes round, so, and Belong goes round too.
Twelve hours pa.s.s; round goes the world still--so. Where"s Belong now?
[A pause. Two other figures, a man"s and a woman"s, rise against the sky out of the gloom.]
OLD MAN [shouldering his pike]
Who goes there? Friend or foe, in the King"s name!
WOMAN
Piece o" trumpery! "Who goes" yourself! What d"ye talk o", John Whiting! Can"t your eyes earn their living any longer, then, that you don"t know your own neighbours? "Tis Private Cantle of the Locals and his wife Keziar, down at Bloom"s-End--who else should it be!
OLD MAN [lowering his pike]
A form o" words, Mis"ess Cantle, no more; ordained by his Majesty"s Gover"ment to be spoke by all we on sworn duty for the defence o" the country. Strict rank-and-file rules is our only horn of salvation in these times.--But, my dear woman, why ever have ye come lumpering up to Rainbarrows at this time o" night?
WOMAN
We"ve been troubled with bad dreams, owing to the firing out at sea yesterday; and at last I could sleep no more, feeling sure that sommat boded of His coming. And I said to Cantle, I"ll ray myself, and go up to Beacon, and ask if anything have been heard or seen to- night. And here we be.
OLD MAN
Not a sign or sound--all"s as still as a churchyard. And how is your good man?
PRIVATE [advancing]
Clk. I be all right! I was in the ranks, helping to keep the ground at the review by the King this week. We was a wonderful sight-- wonderful! The King said so again and again.--Yes, there was he, and there was I, though not daring to move a" eyebrow in the presence of Majesty. I have come home on a night"s leave--off there again to- morrow. Boney"s expected every day, the Lord be praised! Yes, our hopes are to be fulfilled soon, as we say in the army.
OLD MAN
There, there, Cantle; don"t ye speak quite so large, and stand so over-upright. Your back is as holler as a fire-dog"s. Do ye suppose that we on active service here don"t know war news? Mind you don"t go taking to your heels when the next alarm comes, as you did at last year"s.
PRIVATE
That had nothing to do with fighting, for I"m as bold as a lion when I"m up, and "Shoulder Fawlocks!" sounds as common as my own name to me. "Twas--- [lowering his voice.] Have ye heard?
OLD MAN
To be sure we have.
PRIVATE
Ghastly, isn"t it!
OLD MAN
Ghastly! Frightful!