How joy was found : $b a fantasyHutchison, Isobel Wylie
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How joy was found : $b a fantasy
Hutchison, Isobel Wylie
English drama -- Scottish authors; Verse drama
[_Clapping her hands delightedly._]
Then come along, the danger’s past,
I’ve tied a life-line to the mast!
[_Exit all running eagerly, the Climber carrying Finn’s
coat._]
ACT III. SCENE 3
AT SEA: SUNSET
_A stormy dark sunset, late in the gloaming. The ship is seen tossing
wildly on a tempestuous sea. The Thief is sitting quietly in the stern
with her head bowed; her face is invisible. The Carpenter and the Tracker
are whimpering on the floor. Finn is alone at the helm, but the waves are
driving the boat about at their mercy._
CARPENTER
[_Terrified, from bottom of boat._]
I don’t believe this boat is sound.
TRACKER
[_Blubbering with terror._]
Boohoo! Boohoo! We’s all going to be drowned!
[_Clutches Finn’s legs._]
FINN
[_Spurning him suddenly._]
Be quiet, you fool!
[_The Tracker collapses howling in a corner._]
CARPENTER
Cheer up! You’ll soon be able to keep cool.
[_A great shower of spray comes over and drenches them. The
Tracker cries despairingly._]
CARPENTER
[_To Finn._]
I had a sense of something due
To someone, though I scare kent who,
And like a fool I lent my ship to you.
Although I made her at my own expense
I thought you had a little common sense.
Didn’t I tell you she was bound
To carry you quite safe and sound
From earth to Heaven, if you could handle
Her properly. It’s a fair scandal
To see the way you hold the tiller.
You’ll sink her. Look! You’ll sink and fill her!
[_The ship heels and dips, the Tracker yells again, and
even the Carpenter gasps and moans._]
I thought that she would even carry
God back again to earth to tarry.
Oh! If she’d had another master
Than you, she would have got on faster,
But with this God-forsaken mind
No other body could I find.
TRACKER
[_To Carpenter, blubbering._]
I’d like to tell you what I think
Of you.
CARPENTER
I jalouse we must sink
Our differences for a little;
This boat won’t stand it, she’s too brittle.
[_The boat gives a wild lurch and appears to founder. Both
cry wildly to Finn. The Tracker clutches the Thief’s knees,
weeping loudly._]
THIEF
[_Quietly._]
Have patience!
FINN
[_Looking desperately up to the sky._]
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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