ACT III.

[Johneenand other children come running in.

Johneen.I was on the top of the bank and I seen a priest coming down the cross-road with his ass. It's collecting he is. We're going to set ourselves here to beg something from him.

Another Child.[Breathlessly.] And he has a whole lot of things on the ass. A whole lot of things up behind him.

Another Child.O boys, O boys, we'll have our dealing trick out of them yet. The best way'll be—— [He suddenly catches sight ofPaul Ruttledge.] Whist, ye divils ye, don't you see the new gentleman?

Paul Ruttledge.Speak out, boys; don't be afraid of me; I'm one of yourselves now.

Child.Oh! but we were going to—— But I won't tell you. [To the otherchildren.] Come away here, and we'll not tell him what we'll do.

Paul Ruttledge.[ToCharlie Ward.] What are they going to do? They're putting their heads together.

Charlie Ward.They're going to put a bush across the road, and when the friar gets down to pull it out of the way they'll snap what they can off the ass, and away with them.

Paul Ruttledge.And why wouldn't they tell me that? Am I not one of yourselves?

Charlie Ward.Ah! It's likely they'll never trust you.

Paul Ruttledge.But they will soon see that I am one of themselves.

Charlie Ward.No; but that's the very thing, you're not one of ourselves. You were not born on the road, reared on the road, married on the road like us.

Paul Ruttledge.Well, it's too late for me to be reared on the road, but I don't seewhy I shouldn't marry on the road like you. I certainly would do it if it would make me one of you.

Charlie Ward.It might make you one of us, there's no doubt about that. It's the only thing that would do it.

Paul Ruttledge.Well, find a wife for me.

Charlie Ward.Faith, you haven't far to go to find one. Paddy there will give you over his wife quick enough; he won't make a hard bargain over her.

Paul Ruttledge.But I am in earnest. I want to cut myself off from my old life.

Charlie Ward.Oh! I was forgetting that.

Sabina Silver.[ToMolly.] I wonder what was it he did? I wonder had he the misfortune to kill anybody?

Charlie Ward.[CallingSabinaover.] Here's a girl should make a good wife, Sabina Silver her name is. Her father is just dead; he didn't treat her over well.

Sabina Silver.[Coming over.] What is it?

Charlie Ward.This gentleman wants to speak to you. I think he's looking out for a wife.

Sabina Silver.[Hanging her head.] Don't be humbugging me.

Paul Ruttledge.Indeed he's not, Sabina.

Sabina Silver.You're only joking a poor girl. Sure, what would make you think of me at all?

Paul Ruttledge.Sabina, have you been always on the road with Charlie Ward and the others?

Sabina Silver.I have, indeed.

Paul Ruttledge.And you'd make a good tinker's wife?

Sabina Silver.You're joking me, but I would be a better wife for a tinker than for anyone else.

Paul Ruttledge.Sabina, will you marry me?

Sabina Silver.Oh! but I'd be afraid.

Paul Ruttledge.Why, Sabina?

Sabina Silver.I'd be afraid you'd beat me.

Charlie Ward.You see her father used to beat her. She's afraid of the look of a man now.

Paul Ruttledge.I would not beat you, Sabina. How can you have got such an idea?

Sabina Silver.Will you promise me that you won't beat me? Will you swear it to me?

Paul Ruttledge.Of course I will.

Sabina Silver.[ToCharlie Ward.] Will you make him swear it? Haven't you a little book in your pack? Bring it out and make him swear to me on it, and you'll be my witness.

Charlie Ward.I think, Sibby, you need not be afraid.

Sabina Silver.What's your name, gentleman?

Paul Ruttledge.My name is Paul. Do you like it?

Sabina Silver.Then I won't marry you, Mr. Paul, till you swear to me upon the book that you will never beat me with anystick that you could call a stick, and that you will never strike a kick on me from behind.

Paul Ruttledge.Charlie, go and bring out that book to satisfy her. Of course I swear that; it is absurd.

[Charlie Wardbrings the book out of his pack.

Paul Ruttledge.I swear, Sabina, that I will never strike you with any stick of any kind, and that I will never kick you. There, will that do? [He takes book and kisses it.

Sabina Silver.I misdoubt you. Kiss the book again. [Paul Ruttledgekisses it.

Charlie Ward.That's all right.

A Child.[Crying from a distance.] He's coming now, the priest's coming!

Paul Ruttledge.Then the priest will marry us. That comes in very handy.

Charlie Ward.[Scornfully.] A priest marry you, indeed he'll do nothing of the kind. I hate priests and friars. It's unlucky to get talking to them at all. You never know what trouble you're in for.

A Child.[Coming up.] That's true, indeed. The last time I spoke to a priest it's what he leathered me with a stick; may the divil fly away with him.

Paul Ruttledge.But somebody must marry us.

Charlie Ward.Of course. You'll lep over the tinker's budget the usual way. You'll just marry her by lepping over the budget the same as the rest of us marry.

Paul Ruttledge.That's all I want to know. Please marry me in whatever is your usual way.

Jeromeenters, leading the ass. He carries a pig's cheek, some groceries, a string of onions, etc., on the ass, which still has its nursery trappings. He goes up toCharlie Wardthinking he isPaul Ruttledge.

Jerome.Paul, what are you doing here?

Charlie Ward.[Turning.] What do you want?

Jerome.Oh! I'm mistaken. I thought——

Paul Ruttledge.I am here, Father Jerome, but you're talking to the wrong man.

Jerome.Good God, Paul, what has happened?

Paul Ruttledge.Nothing has happened that need surprise you. Don't you remember what we talked of to-day? You told me I was too much by myself. After you went away I thought I would make a change.

Jerome.But a change like this!

Paul Ruttledge.Why should you find fault with it? I am richer now than I was then. I only lent you that donkey then, now I give him to you.

Jerome.What has brought you among such people as these?

Paul Ruttledge.I find them on the whole better company than the people I left a little while ago. Let me introduce you to——

Jerome.What can you possibly gain bycoming here? Are you going to try and teach them?

Paul Ruttledge.Oh! no, I am going to learn from them.

Jerome.What can you learn from them?

Paul Ruttledge.To pick up my living like the crows, and to solder tin cans. Just give me that one I mended a while ago.

[Holds it out toFather Jerome.

Jerome.That is all nonsense.

Paul Ruttledge.I am happy. Do not your saints put all opponents to the rout by saying they alone of all mankind are happy?

Jerome.I suppose you will not compare the happiness of these people with the happiness of saints?

Paul Ruttledge.There are all sorts of happiness. Some find their happiness like Thomas à Kempis, with a little book and a little cell.

Paddy Cockfight.I would wonder at anybody that could be happy in a cell.

Paul Ruttledge.These men fight in theirway as your saints fought, for their hand is against the world. I want the happiness of men who fight, who are hit and hit back, not the fighting of men in red coats, that formal, soon-finished fighting, but the endless battle, the endless battle. Tell me, Father Jerome, did you ever listen in the middle of the night?

Jerome.Listen for what?

Paul Ruttledge.Did you ever, when the monastery was silent, and the dogs had stopped barking, listen till you heard music?

Jerome.What sort of music do you mean?

Paul Ruttledge.Not the music we hear with these ears [touching his ears], but the music of Paradise.

Jerome.Brother Colman once said he heard harps in the night.

Paul Ruttledge.Harps! It was because he was shut in a cell he heard harps, maybe it sounds like harps in a cell. But the music I have heard sometimes is made of the continual clashing of swords. It comes rejoicing from Paradise.

Jerome.These are very wild thoughts.

Tommy the Song.I often heard music in the forths. There is many of us hear it when we lie with our heads on the ground at night.

Jerome.That was not the music of Paradise.

Paul Ruttledge.Why should they not hear that music, although it may not set them praying, but dancing.

Jerome.How can you think you will ever find happiness amongst their devils' mirth?

Paul Ruttledge.I have taken to the roads because there is a wild beast I would overtake, and these people are good snarers of beasts. They can help me.

Charlie Ward.What kind of a wild beast is it you want?

Paul Ruttledge.Oh! it's a very terrible wild beast, with iron teeth and brazen claws that can root up spires and towers.

Charlie Ward.It's best not to try and overtake a beast like that, but to cross running water and leave it after you.

Tommy the Song.I heard one comingafter me one night; very big and shadowy it was, and I could hear it breathing. But when it came up with me I lifted a hazel rod was in my hand, and it was gone on the moment.

Paul Ruttledge.My wild beast is Laughter, the mightiest of the enemies of God. I will outrun it and make it friendly.

Jerome.That is your old wild talk. Do have some sense and go back to your family.

Paul Ruttledge.I am never going back to them. I am going to live among these people. I will marry among them.

Jerome.That is nonsense; you will soon change your mind.

Paul Ruttledge.Oh! no, I won't; I am taking my vows as you made yours when you entered religion. I have chosen my wife; I am going to marry before evening.

Jerome.Thank God, you will have to stop short of that, the Church will never marry you.

Paul Ruttledge.Oh! I am not going to ask the help of the Church. But I am tobe married by what may be as old a ceremony as yours. What is it I am to do, Charlie?

Charlie Ward.To lep a budget, sir.

Paul Ruttledge.Yes, that is it, the budget is there by the wall.

Jerome.I command you, in the name of the Holy Church and of the teaching you have received from the Church, to leave this folly, this degradation, this sin!

Paul Ruttledge.You forget, Jerome, that I am on the track of the wild beast, and hunters in all ages have been a bad people to preach to. When I have tamed the beast, perhaps I will bring him to your religious house to be baptized.

Jerome.I will not listen to this profanity. [ToCharlie Ward.] It is you who have put this madness on him as you have stolen his clothes!

Charlie Ward.Stop your chat, ye petticoated preacher.

Paul Ruttledge.I think, Father Jerome, you had better be getting home. Thispeople never gave in to the preaching of S. Patrick.

Paddy Cockfight.I'll send you riding home with your face to the tail of the ass!

Tommy the Song.No, stop till we show you that we can make as good curses as yourself. That you may never be warm in winter or cold in summer time——

Charlie Ward.That's the chat! Bravo! Let him have it.

Tinkers.Be off! be off out of this!

Molly the Scold.Now curse him, Tommy.

Tommy the Song.A wide hoarseness on you—a high hanging to you on a windy day; that shivering fever may stretch you nine times, and that the curses of the poor may be your best music, and you hiding behind the door. [Jeromegoes out.

Molly the Scold.And you hiding behind the door, and squeezed between the hinges and the wall.

Other Tinkers.Squeezed between the hinges and the wall. [They followJerome.

Paul Ruttledge.[Crying after them.] Don't harm that gentleman; he is a friend of mine.

[He goes to the wall, and stands there silently, looking upward.

Sabina Silver.It was grand talk, indeed: I didn't understand a word of it.

Paul Ruttledge.The crows are beginning to fly home. There is a flock of them high up under that cloud. I wonder where their nests are.

Charlie Ward.A long way off, among those big trees about Tillyra Castle.

Paul Ruttledge.Yes, I remember. I have seen them coming home there on a windy evening, tossing and whirling like the sea. They may have seen what I am looking for, they fly so far. A sailor told me once that he saw a crow three hundred miles from land, but maybe he was a liar.

Charlie Ward.Well, they fly far, anyway.

Paul Ruttledge.They tell one another what they have seen, too. That is whythey make so much noise. Maybe their news goes round the world. [He comes towards the others.] I think they have seen my wild beast, Laughter. They could tell me if he has a face smoky from the eternal fires, and wings of brass and claws of brass—claws of brass. [Holds out his hands and moves them like claws.] Sabina, would you like to see a beast with eyes hard and cold and blue, like sapphires? Would you, Sabina? Well, it's time now for the wedding. So what shall we get for the wedding party? What would you like, Sabina?

Sabina Silver.I don't know.

Paul Ruttledge.What do you say, Charlie? A wedding cake and champagne. How would you like champagne? [Tinkersbegin to return.

Charlie Ward.It might be middling.

Paul Ruttledge.What would you say to a——

One of theBoysruns in carrying a pig's cheek. The rest of theTinkersreturn with him.

Boy.I knew I could do it. I told you I'd have my dealing trick out of the priest. I took a hold of this, and Johneen made a snap at the onions.

Paul Ruttledge.And he didn't catch you?

Boy.He'd want to be a lot smarter than he is to do that.

Paul Ruttledge.You are a smart lad, anyway. What do you say we should have for our wedding party?

Boy.Are you rich?

Paul Ruttledge.More or less.

Boy.I seen a whole truck full of cakes and bullseyes in the village below. Could you buy the whole of them?

Charlie Ward.Stop talking nonsense. What we want is porter.

Paul Ruttledge.All right. How many public-houses are there in the village?

Tommy the Song.Twenty-four.

Paul Ruttledge.Is there any place we can have barrels brought to?

Charlie Ward.There's a shed near seems to be empty. We might go there.

Paul Ruttledge.Then go and order as many barrels as we can make use of to be brought there.

Paddy Cockfight.We will; and we'll stop till we've drunk them out.

Paul Ruttledge.[Taking out money.] I have more money than will pay for that. Sabina, we'll treat the whole neighbourhood in honour of our wedding. I'll have all the public-houses thrown open, and free drinks going for a week!

Tinkers.Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

Charlie Ward.Three cheers more, boys.

All.Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

The Boys.Now here's the budget.

Paul Ruttledge.[TakingSabina Silver'shand.] Now, Sabina, one, two, three!

Curtain.

Scene:A large shed. Some sheepskins hanging up. Irons and pots for branding sheep, some pitchforks, etc. Tinkers playing cards,Paul Ruttledgesitting on an upturned basket.

Charlie Ward.Stop that melodeon, now will ye, and we'll have a taste of the cocks. Paul didn't see them yet what they can do. Where's Tommy? Where in the earthly world is Tommy the Song?

Paddy Cockfight.He's over there in the corner.

Charlie Ward.What are you doing there, Tommy?

Tommy the Song.Taking a mouthful of prayers, I am.

Charlie Ward.Praying! did anyone ever hear the like of that? Pull him out of the corner.

[Paddy CockfightpullsTommy the Songout of the corner.

Charlie Ward.What is it you were praying for, I would like to know?

Tommy the Song.I was praying that we might all soon die.

Paddy Cockfight.Die, is it?

Charlie Ward.Is it die and all that porter about? Well! you have done enough praying, go over there and look for the basket. Who was it set him praying, I wonder? I am thinking it is the first prayer he ever said in his life.

Sabina Silver.It's likely it was Paul. He's after talking to him through the length of an hour.

Paul Ruttledge.Maybe it was. Don't mind him. I said just now that when we were all dead and in heaven it would be a sort of drunkenness, a sort of ecstasy. There is a hymn about it, but it is in Latin. "Et calix meus inebrians quam praeclarus est." How splendid is the cup of my drunkenness!

Charlie Ward.Well, that is a great sort of a hymn. I never thought there was a hymn like that, I never did.

Paddy Cockfight.To think, now, there is a hymn like that. I mustn't let it slip out of my mind. How splendid is the cup of my drunkenness, that's it.

Charlie Ward.Have you found that old bird of mine?

Tommy the Song.[Who has been searching among the baskets.] Here he is, in the basket and a lot of things over it.

Charlie Ward.Get out that new speckled bird of yours, Paddy, I've been wanting to see how could he play for a week past.

Paul Ruttledge.Where do you get the cocks?

Paddy Cockfight.It was a man below Mullingar owned this one. The day I first seen him I fastened my two eyes on him, he preyed on my mind, and next night, if I didn't go back every foot of nine miles to put him in my bag.

Paul Ruttledge.Do you pay much for a good fighting cock?

Sabina Silver.[Laughs.] Do you pay much, Paddy?

Paul Ruttledge.Perhaps you don't pay anything.

Sabina Silver.I think Paddy gets them cheap.

Charlie Ward.He gets them cheaper than another man would, anyhow.

Paddy Cockfight.He's the best cock I ever saw before or since. Believe me, I made no mistake when I pitched on him.

Tommy the Song.I don't care what you think of him. I'll back the red; it's he has the lively eye.

Molly the Scold.Andy Farrell had an old cock, and it bent double like himself, and all the feathers flittered out of it, but I hold you he'd leather both your red and your speckled cock together. I tell ye, boys, that was the cock!

[Uproarious shouts and yells heard outside.

Charlie Ward.Those free drinks of yours, Paul, is playing the devil with them. Do you hear them now and every roar out of them? They're putting the cocks astray. [He takes out a cock.] Sure they think it's thunder.

Molly the Scold.There's not a man of them outside there now but would be ready to knock down his own brother.

Tommy the Song.He wouldn't know him to knock him down. They're all blind. I never saw the like of it.

Paul Ruttledge.You in here stood it better than that.

Charlie Ward.When those common men drink it's what they fall down. They haven't the heads. They're not like us that have to keep heads and heels on us.

Paddy Cockfight.It's well we kept them out of this, or they'd be lying on the floor now, and there'd be no place for my poor bird to show himself off. Look at him now! Isn't he the beauty! [Takes out the cock.

Charlie Ward.Now boys, settle theplace, put over those barrels out of that. [They push barrels into a row at back.] Paul, you sit on the bin the way you'll get a good view.

[A loud knock at the door. An authoritative voice outside.

Voice.Open this door.

Paddy Cockfight.That's Green, the Removable; I know his voice well!

Charlie Ward.Clear away, boys. Back with those cocks. There, throw that sack over the baskets. Quick, will ye!

Colonel Lawley.[Outside.] Open this door at once.

Mr. Green.[Outside.] I insist on this door being opened.

Molly the Scold.What do they want at all? I wish we didn't come into a place with no back door to it.

Paul Ruttledge.There's nothing to be afraid of. Open the door, Charlie. [Charlie Wardopens the door.

EnterMr. Green, Colonel Lawley, Mr. Dowler, Mr. Joyce, Mr. AlgieandThomas Ruttledge.

Paddy Cockfight.All J.P.'s; I have looked at every one of them from the dock!

Mr. Green.Mr. Ruttledge, this is very sad.

Mr. Joyce.This is a disgraceful business, Paul; the whole countryside is demoralized. There is not a man who has come to sensible years who is not drunk.

Mr. Dowler.This is a flagrant violation of all propriety. Society is shaken to its roots. My own servants have been led astray by the free drinks that are being given in the village. My butler, who has been with me for seven years, has not been seen for the last two days.

Paul Ruttledge.I am sure you will echo Mr. Dowler, Algie.

Mr. Algie.Indeed I do. I endorse his sentiments completely. There has not been a stroke of work done for the lastweek. The hay is lying in ridges where it has been cut, there is not a man to be found to water the cattle. It is impossible to get as much as a horse shod in the village.

Paul Ruttledge.I think you have something to say, Colonel Lawley?

Colonel Lawley.I have undoubtedly. I want to know when law and order are to be re-established. The police have been quite unable to cope with the disorder. Some of them have themselves got drunk. If my advice had been taken the military would have been called in.

Mr. Green.The military are not indispensable on occasions like the present. There are plenty of police coming now. We have wired to Dublin for them, they will be here by the four o'clock train.

Paul Ruttledge.[Gets down from his bin.] But you have not told me what you have come here for? Is there anything I can do for you?

Thomas Ruttledge.Won't you come home, Paul? The children have been asking for you, and we don't know what to say.

Mr. Green.We have come to request you to go to the public-houses, to stop the free drinks, to send the people back to their work. As for those tinkers, the law will deal with them when the police arrive.

Thomas Ruttledge.Oh, Paul, why have you upset the place like this?

Paul Ruttledge.Well, I wanted to give a little pleasure to my fellow-creatures.

Mr. Dowler.This seems rather a low form of pleasure.

Paul Ruttledge.I daresay it seems to you a little violent. But the poor have very few hours in which to enjoy themselves; they must take their pleasure raw; they haven't the time to cook it.

Mr. Algie.But drunkenness!

Paul Ruttledge.[Putting his hand on the shoulders of two of the magistrates.] Have we not tried sobriety? Do you like it? I found it very dull? [A yell from outside.] There is not one of those people outside butthinks that he is a king, that he is riding the wind. There is not one of them that would not hit the world a slap in the face. Some poet has written that exuberance is beauty, and that the roadway of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. But I forgot—you do not read the poets.

Mr. Dowler.What we want to know is, are you going to send the people back to their work?

Paul Ruttledge.Oh, work is such a little thing in comparison with experience. Think what it is to them to have their imagination like a blazing tar-barrel for a whole week. Work could never bring them such blessedness as that.

Mr. Dowler.Everyone knows there is no more valuable blessing than work.

Mr. Algie.Idleness is the curse of this country.

Paul Ruttledge.I am prejudiced, for I have always been an idler. Doubtless, the poor must work. It was, no doubt, of them you were speaking. Yet, doesn't the Churchsay, doesn't it describe heaven as a place where saints and angels only sing and hold branches and wander about hand in hand. That must be changed. We must teach the poor to think work a thing fit for heaven, a blessed thing. I'll tell you what we'll do, Dowler. Will you subscribe, and you, and you, and we'll send lecturers about with magic lanterns showing heaven as it should be, the saints with spades and hammers in their hands and everybody working. The poor might learn to think more of work then. Will you join in that scheme, Dowler?

Mr. Dowler.I think you'd better leave these subjects alone. It is obvious you have cut yourself off from both religion and society.

Mr. Green.The world could not go on without work.

Paul Ruttledge.The world could not go on without work! The world could not go on without work! I must think about it. [Gets up on bin.] Why should the worldgo on? Perhaps the Christian teacher came to bring it to an end. Let us send messengers everywhere to tell the people to stop working, and then the world may come to an end. He spoke of the world, the flesh, and the devil. Perhaps it would be a good thing to end these one by one.

Colonel Lawley.Come away out of this. He has gone mad.

Paul Ruttledge.Ah! I thought that would scare them.

Mr. Joyce.I wish, Paul, you would come back and live like a Christian.

Paul Ruttledge.Like a Christian?

Mr. Joyce.Come away, there's no use stopping here any longer.

Paul Ruttledge.[Sternly.] Wait, I have something to say to that. [ToCharlie Ward.] Do not let anyone leave this place.

[Tinkersclose together at the door.

Mr. Green.[ToTinkers.] This is nonsense. Let me through.

[Tinkerspreads out his arms before him.

Paul Ruttledge.You have come into adifferent kingdom now; the old kingdom of the people of the roads, the houseless people. We call ourselves tinkers, and you are going to put us on our trial if you can. You call yourselves Christians and we will put you on your trial first. I will put the world on its trial, and myself of yesterday. [To aBoy.] Run out, Johneen, keep a watch, and tell us when the train is coming. Sabina, that rope; we will set these gentlemen on those barrels. [Tinkerstake hold of them.

Colonel Lawley.Keep your hands off me, you drunken scoundrel!

[Strikes atCharlie Ward,butTinkersseize his arms behind.

Paul Ruttledge.Tie all their hands behind them.

Mr. Dowler.We'd better give in, there's no saying how many more of them there are.

Mr. Algie.I'll be quiet, the odds are too great against us.

Mr. Green.The police will soon be here; we may as well stay quietly.

Paddy Cockfight.Here, give it to me, I'll put a good twist in it. Don't be afraid, sir, it's not about your neck I'm putting it——. There now, sit quiet and easy, and you won't feel it at all.

Paul Ruttledge.Are all their hands tied? Now then, heave them up on to the barrels.

[Slight scuffle, during which all are put on the barrels in a semicircle.

Paul Ruttledge.Ah! yes, you are on my barrels now; last time I saw you, you were on your own dunghill. Let me see, is there anyone here who can write?

Charlie Ward.Nobody.

Paul Ruttledge.Never mind, you can keep count on your fingers. The rest must sit down and behave themselves as befits a court. They say they are living like Christians. Let us see.

Thomas Ruttledge.Oh, Paul, don't make such a fool of yourself.

Paul Ruttledge.The point is not wisdom or folly, but the Christian life.

Mr. Dowler.Don't answer him, Thomas. Let us preserve our dignity.

Mr. Algie.Yes, let us keep a dignified attitude—we won't answer these ruffians at all.

Paul Ruttledge.Respect the court! [Turns to Colonel Lawley.] You have served your Queen and country in the field, and now you are a colonel of militia.

Colonel Lawley.Well, what is there to be ashamed of in that? Answer me that, now.

Paul Ruttledge.Yet there is an old saying about turning the other cheek, an old saying, a saying so impossible that the world has never been able to get it out of its mind. You have helped to enlist men for the army, I think? Some of them have fought in the late war, and you have even sent some of your own militia there.

Colonel Lawley.If I did I'm proud of it.

Paul Ruttledge.Did they think it was a just war?

Colonel Lawley.That was not their business. They had taken the Queen's pay.They would have disgraced themselves if they had not gone.

Paul Ruttledge.Is it not the doctrine of your Christian Church, of your Catholic Church, that he who fights in an unjust war, knowing it to be unjust, loses his own soul?

Colonel Lawley.I should like to know what would happen to the country if there weren't soldiers to protect it.

Paul Ruttledge.We are not discussing the country, we are discussing the Christian life. Has this gentleman lived the Christian life?

All the Tinkers.He has not!

Paddy Cockfight.His sergeant tried to enlist me, giving me a shilling, and I drunk.

Tommy the Song.[Singing.]

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

Charlie Ward.Stop your mouth, Tommy. This is not your show. [ToPaul Ruttledge.] Are you going to put a fine on the Colonel? If so I'd like his cloak.

Paul Ruttledge.Now we'll try Mr. Dowler, the rich man. [Holds up his fingers in a ring.] Mr. Dowler, could you go through this?

Mr. Algie.Don't answer him, Dowler; he's going beyond all bounds.

Paul Ruttledge.I was a rich man and I could not, and yet I am something smaller than a camel, and this is something larger than a needle's eye.

Mr. Joyce.Don't answer this profanity.

Charlie Ward.But what about the cloak?

Paul Ruttledge.Oh! go and take it.

[Charlie Wardgoes and takes cloak off theColonel.

Colonel Lawley.You drunken rascal, I'll see you in the dock for this.

Mr. Joyce.You're encouraging robbery now.

Paul Ruttledge.Remember the commandment, "Give to him that asketh thee"; and the hard commandment goes even farther, "Him that taketh thy cloak forbid not to take thy coat also." [Holding outhis rags.] Have I not shown you what Mr. Green would call a shining example. Charlie, ask them all for their coats.

Charlie Ward.I will, and their boots, too.

All the Tinkers.[Uproariously.] Give me your coat; I'll have your boots, etc.

Mr. Green.Wait till the police come. I'll turn the tables on you; you may all expect hard labour for this.

Paul Ruttledge.[To theTinkers.] Stand back, the trial is not over. Mr. Green, these friends of yours have been convicted of breaking the doctrine they boast of. They do not love their enemies; they do not give to every man that asks of them. Some of them, Mr. Dowler, for instance, lay up treasures upon earth; they ask their goods again of those who have taken them away. But you, Mr. Green, are the worst of all. They break the Law of Christ for their own pleasure, but you take pay for breaking it. When their goods are taken away you condemn the taker; when they are smitten on one cheek you punish the smiter. Youencourage them in their breaking of the Law of Christ.

Tommy the Song.He does, indeed. He gave me two months for snaring rabbits.

Paddy Cockfight.He tried to put a fine on me for a cock I had, and he took five shillings off Molly for hitting a man.

Paul Ruttledge.Your evidence is not wanted. His own words are enough. [Stretching out his arms.] Have any of these gentlemen been living the Christian life?

All.They have not.

Johneen.[Coming in.] Ye'd best clear off now. I see the train coming in to the station.

Paddy Cockfight.The police will find plenty to do in the village before they come to us; that's one good job.

Paul Ruttledge.One moment. I have done trying the world I have left. You have accused me of upsetting order by my free drinks, and I have showed you that there is a more dreadful fermentation in the Sermon on the Mount than in my beer-barrels.Christ thought it in the irresponsibility of His omnipotence. [Getting from his bin.] Charlie, give me that cloak. [He flings it back.

Charlie Ward.Aren't you going to punish them anyway?

Paul Ruttledge.No, no, from this out I would punish nobody but myself.

[Some of theTinkershave gone out.

Charlie Ward.We'd best be off while we can. Come along, Paul, Sibby's gone.

[As they go outTommy the Songis singing,

Down by the sally garden my love and I did stand,And on my leaning shoulder she laid her milk-white hand;She bade me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree,But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

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