Patriotic Plays and Pageants for Young People by Constance D'Arcy Mackay
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(fear in his voice).
The candles--higher. They're getting low. I cannot see---- [Richard and Penrose engage a second time, and Penrose's foil is flung across the room to left. Marsh is about to crash the candelabrum on Richard's sword, when Richard, with a deft movement, seizes it and hurls it to the floor, where it falls with a dull clatter. Marsh, discomfited, turns to Penrose, who has picked up his fallen sword, and is holding his wrist. PENROSE (peevishly). The lout has turned my wrist, and torn my ruffles. RICHARD (who has darted to window, and stood looking out for the space of a second before he turns to them). A thousand pardons! (Bows ironically.) Go! The play is ended! (With growing fervor.) Through the black night I've caught my prompter's signal. I've seen a light--a light that swings in the darkness--a light that swings three times---- PENROSE (querulously, leaning on Marsh's arm as they go towards door). What does he mean? A signal? RICHARD (turning on them with passionate triumph). A signal that a blow is struck for freedom! A signal that your tea is overboard! A signal that the time will come when liberty will be the |
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