Jamaica Inn Page #9

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Pale green silk, I think, what?

(Mary sobs)

(Sir Humphrey laughs)

Pah! Stop crying!

Stop it, you little fool!

Be beautiful! Hard as nails if you like,

but you must be beautiful.

Well, you have to be hard now.

The age of chivalry has gone.

(Horses approaching)

CAPTAIN JOHNSON:

That's it. Bring her back to the quayside!

SIR HUMPHREY:

Troopers. They may be coming for you.

Of course, you can't go with them.

You shouldn't have done that, my child.

Lots of riffraff about.

Things might be most unpleasant.

(Mary screams)

Captain Johnson!

I'm here!

Sir Humphrey Pengallan!

Give yourself up, I beg you, Sir Humphrey,

and let her go!

Pray, keep your distance.

Careful. Wing him if possible.

Take care!

Lean away from him as far as you can!

No, don't shoot. He can't help himself!

He doesn't know what he's doing!

He's mad, I tell you! Mad!

It's safer here.

SAILOR:
Port bow line ashore there!

It must be now.

Please be still.

Jem, don't harm him!

It's not his fault. He can't help himself.

JEM:
Come down!

Come down from the rigging

and give yourself up!

Come down!

Come down, Sir Humphrey!

Come down, sir. Come down!

Good heavens,

what's the squire doing up there?

JEM:
Come down, Sir Humphrey,

and give yourself up!

You'll not be harmed, I promise you!

Come down, sir!

I shall be down to you before you're up to me,

Mr Trehearne.

If you'll be kind enough to give me room.

OFFICER:
Bring that man down!

- All right, sir.

SIR HUMPHREY:
What are you all waiting for?

A spectacle?

You shall have it.

And tell your children how the great age ended!

Make way for Pengallan!

(Screaming)

(Thud)

SIR HUMPHREY'S VOICE: Chadwick!

(Fainter) Chadwick!

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