ARETHUSA. I thought the time dragged long and weary when I knew that Kit was homeward bound, all the white sails a-blowing out towards England, and my Kit's face turned this way! (_She begins to dust._) Sure, if my mother were here she would understand and help us; she would understand a young maid's heart, though her own had never an ache; and she would love my Kit. (_Putting back the telescope._) To think she died: husband and child--and so much love--she was taken from them all. Ah, there is no parting but the grave! And Kit and I both live, and both love each other; and here am I cast down? O, Arethusa, shame! And your love home from the deep seas, and loving you still; and the sun shining; and the world all full of hope? O, Hope, you're a good word! SCENE VI _ARETHUSA; to her, PEW_ PEW (_singing without_)-- "Time for us to go! Time for us to go! And we'll keep the brig three p'ints away, For it's time for us to go." ARETHUSA. Who comes here? a seaman by his song, and father out! (_She tries the air._) "Time for us to go!" It sounds a wild kind of song. (_Tap-tap; PEW passes the window._) O, what a face--and blind! PEW (_entering_). Kind Christian friends, take pity on a poor blind mariner, as lost his precious sight in the defence of his native country, England, and God bless King George! ARETHUSA. What can I do for you, sailor? PEW. Good Christian lady, help a poor blind mariner to a mouthful of meat. I've served His Majesty in every quarter of the globe; I've spoke with 'Awke and glorious Anson, as I might with you: and I've tramped it all night long upon my sinful feet, and with a empty belly. ARETHUSA. You shall not ask bread and be denied by a sailor's daughter and a sailor's sweetheart; and when my father returns he shall give you something to set you on your road. PEW. Kind and lovely lady, do you tell me that you are in a manner of speaking alone? or do my ears deceive a poor blind seaman? ARETHUSA. I live here with my father, and my father is abroad. PEW. Dear, beautiful, Christian lady, tell a poor blind man your honoured name, that he may remember it in his poor blind prayers. ARETHUSA. Sailor, I am Arethusa Gaunt. PEW. Sweet lady, answer a poor blind man one other question: Are you in a manner of speaking related to Cap'n John Gaunt? Cap'n John as in the ebony trade were known as Admiral Guinea? ARETHUSA. Captain John Gaunt is my father. PEW (_dropping the blind man's whine_). Lord, think of that now! They told me this was where he lived, and so it is. And here's old Pew, old David Pew, as was the Admiral's own bo'sun, colloguing in his old commander's parlour, with his old commander's gal (_seizes ARETHUSA_). Ah, and a bouncer you are, and no mistake. ARETHUSA. Let me go! how dare you?