Trophies!

RICHARD.
Trophies!

RIGBY.
From all the wars we've had. (Unlocks chest at right wall, excitedly.)
Look! Tomahawks. Headdresses. (Taking things out of chest.) Feathers. A
war-knife. An Indian robe taken in Philip's war.

RICHARD.
(delighted: interested).
In Philip's war.

RIGBY.
(with emotion).
They're more to me than a king's ransom!

[He pauses, looking over contents of chest.

RICHARD
(going back to seat by fire, and speaking to himself as he sits by it).
A king's ransom! What have we to do with kings, who cannot even thwart
the tyrant who would rule us! If there was but some way----

[Sits, lost in thought.

RIGBY
(putting trophies back in chest, looking at them fondly, and singing
softly for the sheer joy of touching them).