God lighted the vields fur lambs to play,Lighted the bright strames,'an the may.
My 'eart 'E lighted not!
God lighted the mune,the Arab's way,He lights tomorrer,an'today.
My 'eart 'E 'ath vorgot!
[When he has finished,there is silence.Then TRUSTAFORD,scratching his head,speaks:]
TAUSTAFORD.'Tes amazin'funny stuff.
FREMAN.[Looking over CLYST'S shoulder]Be danged!'Tes the curate's 'andwritin'.'Twas curate wi'the ponies,after that.
CLYST.Fancy,now!Aw,Will Freman,an't yu bright!
FREMAN.But 'e 'adn't no bird on 'is 'ead.
CLYST.Yaas,'e 'ad.
JARLAND.[In a dull,threatening voice]'E 'ad my maid's bird,this arternune.'Ead or no,and parson or no,I'll gie 'im one for that.
FREMAN.Ah!And 'e meddled wi'my 'orses.
TRUSTAFORD.I'm thinkin''twas an old cuckoo bird 'e 'ad on 'is 'ead.Haw,haw!
GODLEIGH."His 'eart She 'ath Vorgot!"
FREMAN.'E's a fine one to be tachin'our maids convirmation.
GODLEIGH.Would ye 'ave it the old Rector then?Wi''is gouty shoe?
Rackon the maids wid rather 'twas curate;eh,Mr.Burlacombe?
BURLACOMBE.[Abruptly]Curate's a gude man.
JARLAND.[With the comatose ferocity of drink]I'll be even wi'un.
FREMAN.[Excitedly]Tell 'ee one thing'tes not a proper man o'God to 'ave about,wi''is luse goin's on.Out vrom 'ere he oughter go.
BURLACOMBE.You med go further an'fare worse.
FREMAN.What's 'e duin',then,lettin''is wife runoff?
TRUSTAFORD.[Scratching his head]If an'in case 'e can't kape 'er,'tes a funny way o'duin'things not to divorce 'er,after that.If a parson's not to du the Christian thing,whu is,then?
BURLACOMBE.'Tes a bit immorallike to pass over a thing like that.
Tes funny if women's gain's on's to be encouraged.
FREMAN.Act of a coward,I zay.
BURLACOMBE.The curate ain't no coward.
FREMAN.He bides in yure house;'tes natural for yu to stand up for un;I'll wager Mrs.Burlacombe don't,though.My missis was fair shocked."Will,"she says,"if yu ever make vur to let me go like that,I widden never stay wi'yu,"she says.
TRUSTAFORD.'Tes settin'a bad example,for zure.
BURLACOMBE.'Tes all very airy talkin';what shude 'e du,then?
FREMAN.[Excitedly]Go over to Durford and say to that doctor:"Yu come about my missis,an'zee what I'll du to 'ee."An'take 'er 'ome an'zee she don't misbe'ave again.
CLYST.'E can't take 'er ef 'er don'want t'comeI've 'eard lawyer,that lodged wi'us,say that.
FREMAN.All right then,'e ought to 'ave the law of 'er and 'er doctor;an'zee 'er goin's on don't prosper;'e'd get damages,tu.
But this way 'tes a nice example he'm settin'folks.Parson indade!
My missis an'the maids they won't goo near the church tonight,an'I wager no one else won't,neither.
JARLAND.[Lurching with his pewter up to GODLEIGH]The beggar!I'll be even wi'un.
GODLEIGH.[Looking at him in doubt]'Tes the last,then,Tam.
[Having received his beer,JARLAND stands,leaning against the bar,drinking.]
BURLACOMBE.[Suddenly]I don'goo with what curate's duin'tes tiff soft 'earted;he'm a muney kind o'man altogether,wi''is flute an''is poetry;but he've alodged in my 'ouse this year an'mare,and always 'ad an 'elpin''and for every one.I've got a likin'for him an'there's an end of it.
JARLAND.The coward!
TRUSTAFORD.I don'trouble nothin'about that,Tam Jarland.
[Turning to BURLACOMBE]What gits me is 'e don't seem to 'ave no zense o'what's his own praperty.
JARLAND.Take other folk's property fast enough!
[He saws the air with his empty.The others have all turned to him,drawn by the fascination that a man in liquor has for his fellowmen.The bell for church has begun to rang,the sun is down,and it is getting dusk.]
He wants one on his crop,an'one in 'is belly;'e wants a man to take an'gie un a gude hidin zame as he oughter give 'is flybenight of a wife.
[STRANGWAY in his dark clothes has entered,and stands by the door,his lips compressed to a colourless line,his thin,darkish face greywhite]
Zame as a man wid ha'gi'en the doctor,for takin'what isn't his'n.
All but JARLAND have seen STRANGWAY.He steps forward,JARLAND sees him now;his jaw drops a little,and he is silent.
STRANGWAY.I came for a little brandy,Mr.Godleighfeeling rather faint.Afraid I mightn't get through the service.
GODLEIGH.[With professional composure]Marteil's Three Star,zurr,or 'Ennessy's?
STRANGWAY.[Looking at JARLAND]Thank you;I believe I can do without,now.[He turns to go.]
[In the deadly silence,GODLEIGH touches the arm of JARLAND,who,leaning against the bar with the pewter in his hand,is staring with his strange lowering eyes straight at STRANGWAY.]
JARLAND.[Galvanized by the touch into drunken rage]Lave me be
I'll talk to unparson or no.I'll tache un to meddle wi'my maid's bird.I'll tache un to kape 'is thievin''ands to 'imself.
[STRANGWAY turns again.]
CLYST.Be quiet,Tam.
JARLAND.[Never loosing STRANGWAY with his eyeslike a bulldog who sees red]That's for one chake;zee un turn t'other,the white livered buty!Whu lets another man 'ave 'is wife,an'never the sperit to go vor un!
BURLACOMBE.Shame,Jarland;quiet,man!
[They are all looking at STRANGWAY,who,under JARLAND'S drunken insults is standing rigid,with his eyes closed,and his hands hard clenched.The church bell has stopped slow ringing,and begun its five minutes'hurrying note.]
TRUSTAFORD.[Rising,and trying to hook his arm into JARLAND'S]
Come away,Tam;yu've a'ad to much,man.
JARLAND.[Shaking him off]Zee,'e darsen't touch me;I might 'it un in the vase an''e darsen't;'e's afraidlike 'e was o'the doctor.
[He raises the pewter as though to fling it,but it is seized by GODLEIGH from behind,and falls clattering to the floor.
STRANGWAY has not moved.]
JARLAND.[Shaking his fist almost in his face]Luke at un,Luke at un!A man wi'a slut for a wife
[As he utters the word "wife"STRANGWAY seizes the outstretched fist,and with a jujitsu movement,draws him into his clutch,helpless.And as they sway and struggle in the open window,with the false strength of fury he forces JARLAND through.
