Where There is Nothing. William Butler YeatsЧитать онлайн книгу.
my guardian, sympathize with me in that.
Mr. Joyce. Indeed I do not.
Mrs. Ruttledge. I should think you could be cheerful without ceasing to be a gentleman.
Paul Ruttledge. You are thinking of my clothes. We must feel at ease with the people we live amongst. I shall feel at ease with the great multitude in these clothes. I am beginning to be a man of the world. I am the beggarman of all the ages – I have a notion Homer wrote something about me.
Mr. Dowler. He is either making fun of us or talking great rot. I can't listen to any more of this nonsense. I can't see why a man with property can't let well alone. Algie are you coming my way?
[They both go into the house, and come out presently with umbrella and coat.
Mr. Green. Depend upon it, he's going to write a book. There was a man who made quite a name for himself by sleeping in a casual ward.
Paul Ruttledge. Oh! no, I'm not going to write about it; if one writes one can do nothing else. I am going to express myself in life. [To Thomas Ruttledgewho has returned with box.] I hope soon to live by the work of my hands, but every trade has to be learned, and I must take something to start with. [To Mrs. Ruttledge.] Do you think you will have any kettles to mend when I come this way again?
[He has taken box from Thomas Ruttledgeand unlocked it.
Thomas Ruttledge. I can't make head or tail of what you are at.
Colonel Lawley. What he is at is fads.
Mr. Green. I don't think his motive is far to seek. He has some idea of going back to the dark ages. Rousseau had some idea of the same kind, but it didn't work.
Paul Ruttledge. Yes; I want to go back to the dark ages.
Mr. Green. Do you want to lose all the world has gained since then?
Paul Ruttledge. What has it gained? I am among those who think that sin and death came into the world the day Newton eat the apple. [To Mrs. Ruttledge, who is going to speak.] I know you are going to tell me he only saw it fall. Never mind, it is all the same thing.
Mrs. Ruttledge. [Beginning to cry.] Oh! he is going mad!
Mr. Joyce. I'm afraid he is really leaving us.
Paul Ruttledge. [Who has been looking at papers, tearing one or two, etc., takes out a packet of notes, which he puts in his breast.] I daresay this will last me long enough, Thomas. I am not robbing you of very much. Well, good-bye. [Pats him gently on the shoulder.] I mustn't forget the rabbit, it may be my dinner to-night; I wonder who will skin it. Good-bye, Colonel, I think I've astonished you to-day. [Slaps his shoulder.] That was too hard, was it? Forgive it, you know I'm a common man now. [Lifts his hat and goes out of gate. Closes it after him and stands with his hands on it, and speaks with the voice of a common man.] Go on, live in your poultry-yard. Scratch straw and cluck and cackle at everything that you take for a fox. [Exit.
Mr. Joyce. [Goes to Mrs. Ruttledge, who has sat down and is wiping her eyes.] I am very sorry for this, for his father's sake, but it may be as well in the end. If it comes to the worst, you and Thomas will keep up the family name better than he would have done.
Mr. Dowler. He'll find the poor very different from what he thinks when they pick his pocket.
Colonel Lawley. To think that a magistrate should have such fads!
Mr. Green. I venture to say you will see him here in a very different state of mind in a week.
Mr. Algie. [Who has been in a brown study.] He has done for himself in this world and the next. Why, he won't be asked to a single shoot if this is heard of.
Thomas Ruttledge. [Turning from the gate.] Here are the children, Georgina. Don't say anything before the nurse.
Mr. Green. Well, I must be off. [Goes in for stick.
Mr. Joyce. Just bring me out my coat, Green.
[They all prepare to go. Mrs. Ruttledgehas gone to open gate and children come in, one in a perambulator.All gather round them admiringly.
Mr. Joyce. Have you a kiss for godfather to-day?
Mrs. Ruttledge. The poor darlings! I hope they will never know what has happened.
Colonel Lawley. Thank goodness, they have no nonsense in their heads. We know where we are with them.
Curtain.
ACT II
Scene: By the roadside. A wall of unmortared stone in the background. Tinkers' encampment. Men, women, and children standing round. Paul Ruttledgestanding by a fire.
Paul Ruttledge. What do you mean by "tinning" the soldering iron?
Charlie Ward. If the face of it is not well tinned it won't lift the solder. Show me here.
[Takes soldering iron from Paul Ruttledge'shand.
Paul Ruttledge. [Sitting down and drawing a tin can to him.] Now, let me see how you mend this hole. It seems easy. I'm sure I will be able to learn it as well as any of you.
[Two tinkers come and stand over him.
Charlie Ward. [Pointing to one of them.] This, sir, is Tommy the Song. He's the best singer we have, but the divil a much good he is only that. He's a great warrant to snare hares.
Tommy the Song. Is the gentleman going to join us?
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