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man to die with a night…cap on？ I've done with this。 Over
yonder； across the great ocean； is a new land； with new
characters； and perhaps new lives。 The sun shines； and the bells
ring； and it's a place where men live gladly； and the Deacon
himself can walk without terror； and begin again like a new…born
child。 It must be good to see day again and not to fear； it must
be good to be one's self with all men。 Happy like a child； wise
like a man； free like God's angels 。 。 。 should I work these
hands off and eat crusts； there were a life to make me young and
good again。 And it's only over the sea！ O man； you have been
blind； and now your eyes are opened。 It was half a life's
nightmare； and now you are awake。 Up； Deacon； up； it's hope
that's at the window！ Mary！ Mary！ Mary！
SCENE X
BRODIE； MARY； OLD BRODIE
（BRODIE has fallen into a chair； with his face upon the table。
Enter MARY； by the side door pushing her father's chair。 She is
supposed to have advanced far enough for stage purposes before
BRODIE is aware of her。 He starts up； and runs to her。）
BRODIE。 Look up； my lass； look up； and be a woman！ I 。 。 。 O
kiss me； Mary I give me a kiss for my good news。
MARY。 Good news； Will？ Is it changed？
BRODIE。 Changed？ Why； the world's a different colour！ It was
night； and now it's broad day and I trust myself again。 You must
wait； dear； wait； and I must work and work； and before the week
is out； as sure as God sees me； I'll have made you happy。 O you
may think me broken； hounds； but the Deacon's not the man to be
run down； trust him； he shall turn a corner yet； and leave you
snarling！ And you； Poll； you。 I've done nothing for you yet；
but； please God； I'll make your life a life of gold； and wherever
I am； I'll have a part in your happiness； and you'll know it； by
heaven！ and bless me。
MARY。 O Willie； look at him； I think he hears you； and is trying
to be glad with us。
BRODIE。 My son … Deacon … better man than I was。
BRODIE。 O for God's sake； hear him！
MARY。 He is quite happy； Will； and so am I 。。。 so am I。
BRODIE。 Hear me； Mary。 This is a big moment in our two lives。
I swear to you by the father here between us that it shall not be
fault of mine if this thing fails； if this ship founders you have
set your hopes in。 I swear it by our father； I swear it by God's
judgments。
MARY。 I want no oaths； Will。
BRODIE。 No； but I do。 And prayers； Mary； prayers。 Pray night
and day upon your knees。 I must move mountains。
OLD BRODIE。 A wise son maketh … maketh …
BRODIE。 A glad father？ And does your son； the Deacon； make you
glad？ O heaven of heavens； if I were a good man。
ACT…DROP
ACT III。
TABLEAU V。 KING'S EVIDENCE
The Stage represents a public place in Edinburgh。
SCENE I
JEAN； SMITH； AND MOORE
（They loiter in L。； and stand looking about as for somebody not
there。 SMITH is hat in hand to JEAN； MOORE as usual。）
MOORE。 Wot did I tell you？ Is he 'ere； or ain't he？ Now； then。
Slink by name and Slink by nature； that's wot's the matter with
him。
JEAN。 He'll no be lang； he's regular enough； if that was a'。
MOORE。 I'd regular him； I'd break his back。
SMITH。 Badger； you brute； you hang on to the lessons of your
dancing…master。 None but the genteel deserves the fair； does
they； Duchess？
MOORE。 O rot！ Did I insult the blowen？ Wot's the matter with
me is Slink Ainslie。
SMITH。 All right； old Crossed…in…love。 Give him forty winks；
and he'll turn up as fresh as clean sawdust and as respectable as
a new Bible。
MOORE。 That's right enough； but I ain't agoing to stand here all
day for him。 I'm for a drop of something short； I am。 You tell
him I showed you that （SHOWING HIS DOUBLED FIST）。 That's wot's
the matter with him。 （HE LURCHES OUT； R。）
SCENE II
SMITH and JEAN； to whom HUNT； and afterwards MOORE
SMITH （CRITICALLY）。 No； Duchess； he has not good manners。
JEAN。 Ay； he's an impident man。
SMITH。 So he is； Jean； and for the matter of that he ain't the
only one。
JEAN。 Geordie； I want nae mair o' your nonsense； mind。
SMITH。 There's our old particular the Deacon； now。 Why is he
ashamed of a lovely woman？ That's not my idea of the Young
Chevalier； Jean。 If I had luck； we should be married； and retire
to our estates in the country； shouldn't us？ and go to church and
be happy； like the nobility and gentry。
JEAN。 Geordie Smith； div ye mean ye'd mairry me？
SMITH。 Mean it？ What else has ever been the 'umble petition of
your honest but well…meaning friend； Roman； and
fellow…countryman？ I know the Deacon's your man； and I know he's
a cut above G。 S。； but he won't last； Jean； and I shall。
JEAN。 Ay； I'm muckle ta'en up wi' him； wha could help it？
SMITH。 Well； and my sort don't grow on apple…trees either。
JEAN。 Ye're a fine； cracky； neebourly body； Geordie； if ye wad
just let me be。
SMITH。 I know I ain't a Scotchman born。
JEAN。 I dinna think sae muckle the waur o' ye even for that； if
ye would just let me be。
＇HUNT （ENTERING BEHIND； ASIDE）。 Are they thick？ Anyhow； it's a
second chance。＇
SMITH。 But he won't last； Jean； and when he leaves you； you come
to me。 Is that your taste in pastry？ That's the kind of
harticle that I present。
HUNT （SURPRISING THEM AS IN TABLEAU I。）。 Why； you're the very
parties I was looking for！
JEAN。 Mercy me！
SMITH。 Damn it； Jerry； this is unkind。
HUNT。 ＇Now this is what I call a picter of good fortune。＇ Ain't
it strange I should have dropped across you comfortable and
promiscuous like this？
JEAN （STOLIDLY）。 I hope ye're middling weel； Mr。 Hunt？ （GOING。）
Mr。 Smith！
SMITH。 Mrs。 Watt； ma'am！ （GOING。）
HUNT。 Hold hard； George。 Speaking as one lady's man to another；
turn about's fair play。 You've had your confab； and now I'm
going to have mine。 ＇Not that I've done with you； you stand by
and wait。＇ Ladies first； George； ladies first； that's the size
of it。 （TO JEAN； ASIDE。） Now； Mrs。 Watt； I take it you ain't a
natural fool？
JEAN。 And thank ye kindly； Mr。 Hunt。
SMITH （INTERFERING）。 Jean 。 。 。 ！
HUNT （KEEPING HIM OFF）。 Half a tick； George。 （TO JEAN。） Mrs。
Watt； I've a warrant in my pocket。 One； two； three： will you
peach？
JEAN。 Whaten kind of a word'll that be？
SMITH。 Mum it is； Jean！
HUNT。 WHEN you've done dancing； George！ （TO JEAN。） It ain't a
pretty expression； my dear； I own it。 'Will you blow the gaff？'
is perhaps more tenderer。
JEAN。 I think ye've a real strange way o' expressin yoursel'。
HUNT （TO JEAN）。 I can't waste time on you； my girl。 It's now or
never。 Will you turn king's evidence？
JEAN。 I think ye'll have made a mistake； like。
HUNT。 Well； I'm 。。。 ！ （SEPARATING THEM。） ＇No； not yet； don't
push me。＇ George's turn now。 （TO GEORGE。） George； I've a
warrant in my pocket。
SMITH。 As per usual； Jerry？
HUNT。 Now I want king's evidence。
SMITH。 Ah！ so you came a cropper with HER； Jerry。 Pride had a
fall。
HUNT。 A free pardon and fifty shiners down。
SMITH。 A free pardon； Jerry？
HUNT。 Don't I tell you so？
SMITH。 And fifty down？ fifty？
HUNT。