The Plays of W. E. Henley and R. L. StevensonStevenson, Robert Louis
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The Plays of W. E. Henley and R. L. Stevenson
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Drama
ARETHUSA. Ah! Father, I give him up: I will never see him, never speak
to him, never think of him again; I take him from my heart; I give myself
wholly up to you and to my mother; I will obey you in every point—O, not
at a word merely—at a finger raised! I will do all this; I will do
anything—anything you bid me; I swear it in the face of heaven.
Only—Kit! I love him, father, I love him. Let him go.
[GAUNT. Go?
ARETHUSA. You let the other. Open the door again—for my sake, father—in
my mother’s name—O, open the door and let him go.]
KIT. Let me go? My girl, if you had cast me out is morning, good and
well: I would have left you, though it broke my heart. But it’s a
changed story now; now I’m down on my luck, and you come and stab me from
behind. I ask no favour, and I’ll take none; I stand here on my
innocence, and God helping me I’ll clear my good name, and get your love
again, if it’s love worth having. [Now, Captain Gaunt, I’ve said my say,
and you may do your pleasure. I am my father’s son, and I never feared
to face the truth.
GAUNT. You have spoken like a man, French, and you may go. I leave you
free.
KIT. Nay, sir, not so: not with my will. I’m accused and counted
guilty; the proofs are against me; the girl I love has turned upon me.
I’ll accept no mercy at your hands.] Captain Gaunt, I am your prisoner.
ARETHUSA. Kit, dear Kit—
GAUNT. Silence! Young man, I have offered you liberty without bond or
condition. You refuse. You shall be judged. Meanwhile (_opening the
door_, _R._), you will go in here. I keep your cutlass. The night
brings counsel: to-morrow shall decide. (_He locks_ KIT _in_, _leaving
the key in the door_.)
SCENE V
GAUNT, ARETHUSA, _afterwards_ PEW
ARETHUSA. Father, you believe in him; you do; I know you do.
GAUNT. Child, I am not given to be hasty. I will pray and sleep upon
this matter. (_A knocking at the door_, _C._) Who knocks so late? (_He
opens_.)
PEW (_entering_). Cap’n, shall I fetch the constable?
GAUNT. No.
PEW. No? Have ye killed him?
GAUNT. My man, I’ll see you into the road. (_He takes_ PEW _by the
arm_, _and goes out with him_.)
SCENE VI
ARETHUSA
ARETHUSA. (_Listens_; _then running to door_, _R._) Kit—dearest! wait!
I will come to you soon. (GAUNT _re-enters_, _C._, _as the drop falls_.)
ACT IV.
_The Stage represents the Admiral’s house_, _as in Acts I. and III_. _A
chair_, _L._, _in front_. _As the curtain rises_, _the Stage is dark_.
_Enter_ ARETHUSA, _L._, _with candle_; _she lights another_; _and passes
to door_, _R._, _which she unbolts_. _Stage light_
SCENE I
ARETHUSA, KIT
ARETHUSA. Come, dear Kit, come!
KIT. Well, I’m here.
ARETHUSA. O Kit, you are not angry with me.
KIT. Have I reason to be pleased?
ARETHUSA. Kit, I was wrong. Forgive me.
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