on the stage._)

ARETHUSA (_rushing to intercept him_). Father, father, wake!

GAUNT. Hester, Hester! (_He turns, in time to see ARETHUSA grapple PEW
in the centre of the stage, and PEW force her down._)

ARETHUSA. Kit! Kit!

PEW (_with the knife raised_). Pew's way!

SCENE IV

_To these, KIT_

(_He leaps through window, R., and cuts PEW down. At the same moment,
GAUNT, who has been staring helplessly at his daughter's peril, fully
awakes._)

GAUNT. Death and blood! (_KIT, helping ARETHUSA, has let fall the
cutlass. GAUNT picks it up and runs on PEW._) Damned mutineer, I'll have
your heart out! (_He stops, stands staring, drops cutlass, falls upon
his knees._) God forgive me! Ah, foul sins, would you blaze forth again?
Lord, close your ears! Hester, Hester, hear me not! Shall all these
years and tears be unavailing?

ARETHUSA. Father, I am not hurt.

GAUNT. Ay, daughter, but my soul--my lost soul!

PEW (_rising on his elbow_). Rum? You've done me. For God's sake, rum.
(_ARETHUSA pours out a glass, which KIT gives to him._) Rum? This ain't
rum; it's fire! (_With great excitement._) What's this? I don't like
rum? (_Feebly._) Ay, then, I'm a dead man, and give me water.

GAUNT. Now even his sins desert him.

PEW (_drinking water_). Jack Gaunt, you've always been my rock ahead.
It's thanks to you I've got my papers, and this time I'm shipped for
Fiddler's Green. Admiral, we ain't like to meet again, and I'll give you
a toast; Here's Fiddler's Green, and damn all lubbers! (_Seizing GAUNT'S
arm._) I say--fair dealings, Jack!--none of that heaven business:
Fiddler's Green's my port, now, ain't it?

GAUNT. David, you've hove short up, and God forbid that I deceive you.
Pray, man, pray; for in the place to which you are bound there is no
mercy and no hope.

PEW. Ay, my lass, you're black, but your blood's red, and I'm all a-muck
with it. Pass the rum, and be damned to you (_Trying to sing_)--

"Time for us to go,
Time for us----"

(_He dies._)

GAUNT. But for the grace of God, there lies John Gaunt! Christopher, you
have saved my child; and _I_, I, that was blinded with self-righteousness,
have fallen. Take her, Christopher; but O, walk humbly!

MACAIRE

A MELODRAMATIC FARCE
IN THREE ACTS

PERSONS REPRESENTED

ROBERT MACAIRE

BERTRAND

DUMONT, Landlord of the "Auberge des Adrets"

CHARLES, a Gendarme, Dumont's supposed Son

GORIOT

THE MARQ