COAT.) On with the new coat and into the new life! Down with
the Deacon and up with the robber! (CHANGING NECK-BAND AND
RUFFLES.) Eh God! how still the house is! There's something in
hypocrisy after all. If we were as good as we seem, what would
the world be? [The city has its vizard on, and we - at night we
are our naked selves. Trysts are keeping, bottles cracking,
knives are stripping; and here is Deacon Brodie flaming forth the
man of men he is!] - How still it is! . . . My father and Mary -
Well! the day for them, the night for me; the grimy cynical night
that makes all cats grey, and all honesties of one complexion.
Shall a man not have HALF a life of his own? - not eight hours
out of twenty-four? [Eight shall he have should he dare the pit
of Tophet.] (TAKES OUT MONEY.) Where's the blunt? I must be
cool to-night, or . . . steady, Deacon, you must win; damn you,
you must! You must win back the dowry that you've stolen, and
marry your sister, and pay your debts, and gull the world a
little longer! (AS HE BLOWS OUT THE LIGHTS.) The Deacon's going
to bed - the poor sick Deacon! ALLONS! (THROWS UP THE WINDOW,
AND LOOKS OUT.) Only the stars to see me! (ADDRESSING THE BED.)
Lie there, Deacon! sleep and be well to-morrow. As for me, I'm a
man once more till morning. (GETS OUT OF THE WINDOW.)


TABLEAU II. HUNT THE RUNNER

THE SCENE REPRESENTS THE PROCURATOR'S OFFICE.

SCENE I

LAWSON, HUNT