Part 18 (1/2)

_Enter_ CHARLIE WARD _and_ SABINA SILVER.

_Charlie Ward._ They have done for him. I thought they would.

_Sabina Silver._ Oh, Paul, I never thought to find you like this! He's not dead; he'll come round yet.

_Charlie Ward._ [_Opens his s.h.i.+rt and puts in his hand on his heart._]

Paul!

_Paul Ruttledge._ Ah! Charlie, give me the soldering iron--no, bring me the lap anvil--I'm as good a tinker as any of you.

_Charlie Ward._ He thinks he's back on the roads with us! He is done for.

_Sabina Silver._ I knew he'd have to come back to me to die after all; it's a lonesome thing to die among strangers.

_Paul Ruttledge._ That is right, that is right, take me up in your brazen claws. But no--no--I will not go out beyond Saturn into the dark. Take me down--down to that field under the earth, under the roots of the grave.

_Sabina Silver._ I don't know what he is saying. I never could understand his talk.

_Paul Ruttledge._ O plunge me into the wine barrel, into the wine barrel of G.o.d.

_Sabina Silver._ Won't you speak to me, Paul? Don't you know me? I am Sibby; don't you remember me, Sibby, your wife?

_Charlie Ward._ He sees you now; I think he knows you.