Fardy Farrell? Who was it, now?
_Fardy:_ It was--a stranger----
_Miss Joyce:_ Do you hear that? A stranger! Did you see e'er a
stranger in this town, Mrs. Delane, or Sergeant Carden, or Mr. Quirke?
_Mr. Quirke:_ Not a one.
_Sergeant:_ There was no stranger here.
_Mrs. Delane:_ There could not be one here without me knowing it.
_Fardy:_ I tell you there was.
_Miss Joyce:_ Come on, then, and tell who was he to his Reverence.
_Sergeant:_ (_Taking other arm._) Or to the bench.
_Fardy:_ I did get it, I tell you, from a stranger.
_Sergeant:_ Where is he, so?
_Fardy:_ He's in some place--not far away.
_Sergeant:_ Bring me to him.
_Fardy:_ He'll be coming here.
_Sergeant:_ Tell me the truth and it will be better for you.
_Fardy:_ (_Weeping._) Let me go and I will.
_Sergeant:_ (_Letting go._) Now--who did you get it from?
_Fardy:_ From that young chap came to-day, Mr. Halvey.
_All:_ Mr. Halvey!
_Mr. Quirke:_ (_Indignantly._) What are you saying, you young ruffian
you? Hyacinth Halvey to be playing pitch and toss with the like of
you!
_Fardy:_ I didn't say that.
_Miss Joyce:_ You did say it. You said it now.
_Mr. Quirke:_ Hyacinth Halvey! The best man that ever came into this
town!
_Miss Joyce:_ Well, what lies he has!
_Mr. Quirke:_ It's my belief the half-crown is a bad one. May be it's
to pass it off it was given to him. There were tinkers in the town at
the time of the fair. Give it here to me. (_Bites it._) No, indeed,
it's sound enough. Here, Sergeant, it's best for you take it.
(_Gives it to Sergeant, who examines it._)
_Sergeant:_ Can it be? Can it be what I think it to be?
_Mr. Quirke:_ What is it? What do you take it to be?
_Sergeant:_ It is, it is. I know it. I know this half-crown----
_Mr. Quirke:_ That is a queer thing, now.
_Sergeant:_ I know it well. I have been handling it in the church for
the last twelvemonth----
_Mr. Quirke:_ Is that so?
_Sergeant:_ It is the nest-egg half-crown we hand round in the
collection plate every Sunday morning. I know it by the dint on the
Queen's temples and the crooked scratch under her nose.
_Mr. Quirke:_ (_Examining it._) So there is, too.
_Sergeant:_ This is a bad business. It has been stolen from the
church.
_All:_ O! O! O!
_Sergeant:_ (_Seizing Fardy._) You have robbed the church!
_Fardy:_ (_Terrified._) I tell you I never did!
_Sergeant:_ I have the proof of it.
_Fardy:_ Say what you like! I never put a foot in it!
_Sergeant:_ How did you get this, so?
_Miss Joyce:_ I suppose from the stranger?
_Mrs. Delane:_ I suppose it was Hyacinth Halvey gave it to you, now?
_Fardy:_ It was so.
_Sergeant:_ I suppose it was he robbed the church?
_Fardy:_ (_Sobs._) You will not believe me if I say it.
_Mr. Quirke:_ O! the young vagabond! Let me get at him!
_Mrs. Delane:_ Here he is himself now!
(_Hyacinth comes in. Fardy releases himself and creeps behind him._)
_Mrs. Delane:_ It is time you to come, Mr. Halvey, and shut the mouth
of this young schemer.
_Miss Joyce:_ I would like you to hear what he says of you, Mr.
Halvey. Pitch and toss, he says.
_Mr. Quirke:_ Robbery, he says.
_Mrs. Delane:_ Robbery of a church.
_Sergeant:_ He has had a bad name long enough. Let him go to a
reformatory now.
_Fardy:_ (_Clinging to Hyacinth._) Save me, save me! I'm a poor boy
trying to knock out a way of living; I'll be destroyed if I go to a
reformatory. (_Kneels and clings to Hyacinth's knees._)
_Hyacinth:_ I'll save you easy enough.
_Fardy:_ Don't let me be gaoled!
_Hyacinth:_ I am going to tell them.
_Fardy:_ I'm a poor orphan----
_Hyacinth:_ Will you let me speak?
_Fardy:_ I'll get no more chance in the world----
_Hyacinth:_ Sure I'm trying to free you----
_Fardy:_ It will be tasked to me always.
_Hyacinth:_ Be quiet, can't you.
_Fardy:_ Don't you desert me!
_Hyacinth:_ Will you be silent?
_Fardy:_ Take it on yourself.
_Hyacinth:_ I will if you'll let me.
_Fardy:_ Tell them you did it.
_Hyacinth:_ I am going to do that.
_Fardy:_ Tell them it was you got in at the window.
_Hyacinth:_ I will! I will!
_Fardy:_ Say it was you robbed the box.
_Hyacinth:_ I'll say it! I'll say it!
_Fardy:_ It being open!
_Hyacinth:_ Let me tell, let me tell.
_Fardy:_ Of all that was in it.
_Hyacinth:_ I'll tell them that.
_Fardy:_ And gave it to me.
_Hyacinth:_ (_Putting hand on his mouth and dragging him up._) Will
you stop and let me speak?
_Sergeant:_ We can't be wasting time. Give him here to me.
_Hyacinth:_ I can't do that. He must be let alone.
_Sergeant:_ (_Seizing him._) He'll be let alone in the lock-up.
_Hyacinth:_ He must not be brought there.
_Sergeant:_ I'll let no man get him off.
_Hyacinth:_ I will get him off.
_Sergeant:_ You will not!
_Hyacinth:_ I will.
_Sergeant:_ Do you think to buy him off?
_Hyacinth:_ I will buy him off with my own confession.
_Sergeant:_ And what will that be?
_Hyacinth:_ It was I robbed the church.
_Sergeant:_ That is likely indeed!
_Hyacinth:_ Let him go, and take me. I tell you I did it.
_Sergeant:_ It would take witnesses to prove that.
_Hyacinth:_ (_Pointing to Fardy._) He will be witness.
_Fardy:_ O! Mr. Halvey, I would not wish to do that. Get me off and I
will say nothing.
_Hyacinth:_ Sure you must. You will be put on oath in the court.
_Fardy:_ I will not! I will not! All the world knows I don't
understand the nature of an oath!
_Mr. Quirke:_ (_Coming forward._) Is it blind ye all are?
_Mrs. Delane:_ What are you talking about?
_Mr. Quirke:_ Is it fools ye all are?
_Miss Joyce:_ Speak for yourself.
_Mr. Quirke:_ Is it idiots ye all are?
_Sergeant:_ Mind who you're talking to.
_Mr. Quirke:_ (_Seizing Hyacinth's hands._) Can't you see? Can't you
hear? Where are your wits? Was ever such a thing seen in this town?
_Mrs. Delane:_ Say out what you have to say.
_Mr. Quirke:_ A walking saint he is!
_Mrs. Delane:_ Maybe so.
_Mr. Quirke:_ The preserver of the poor! Talk of the holy martyrs!
They are nothing at all to what he is! Will you look at him! To save
that poor boy he is going! To take the blame on himself he is going!
To say he himself did the robbery he is going! Before the magistrate
he is going! To gaol he is going! Taking the blame on his own head!
Putting the sin on his own shoulders! Letting on to have done a
robbery! Telling a lie--that it may be forgiven him--to his own injury!
Doing all that I tell you to save the character of a miserable slack
lad, that rose in poverty.
(_Murmur of admiration from all._)
_Mr. Quirke:_ Now, what do you say?
_Sergeant:_ (_Pressing his hand._) Mr. Halvey, you have given us all a
lesson. To please you, I will make no information against the boy.
(_Shakes him and helps him up._) I will put back the half-crown in the
poor-box next Sunday. (_To Fardy._) What have you to say to your
benefactor?
_Fardy:_ I'm obliged to you, Mr. Halvey. You behaved very decent to
me, very decent indeed. I'll never let a word be said against you if I
live to be a hundred years.
_Sergeant:_ (_Wiping eyes with a blue handkerchief._) I will tell it
at the meeting. It will be a great encouragement to them to build up
their character. I'll tell it to the priest and he taking the chair----
_Hyacinth:_ O stop, will you----
_Mr. Quirke:_ The chair. It's in the chair he himself should be. It's
in a chair we will put him now. It's to chair him through the streets
we will. Sure he'll be an example and a blessing to the whole of the
town. (_Seizes Halvey and seats him in chair._) Now, Sergeant, give a
hand. Here, Fardy.
(_They all lift the chair with Halvey in it, wildly protesting._)
_Mr. Quirke:_ Come along now to the Courthouse. Three cheers for
Hyacinth Halvey! Hip! hip! hoora!
(_Cheers heard in the distance as the curtain drops._)
THE RISING OF THE MOON
PERSONS
_Sergeant._
_Policeman X._
_Policeman B._
_A Ragged Man._
THE RISING OF THE MOON
_Scene: Side of a quay in a seaport town. Some posts and
chains. A large barrel. Enter three policemen. Moonlight._
(_Sergeant, who is older than the others, crosses the stage to
right and looks down steps. The others put down a pastepot and
unroll a bundle of placards._)
_Policeman B:_ I think this would be a good place to put up a notice.
(_He points to barrel._)
_Policeman X:_ Better ask him. (_Calls to Sergt._) Will this be a good
place for a placard?
(_No answer._)
_Policeman B:_ Will we put up a notice here on the barrel? (_No
answer._)
_Sergeant:_ There's a flight of steps here that leads to the water.
This is a place that should be minded well. If he got down here, his
friends might have a boat to meet him; they might send it in here from
outside.
_Policeman B:_ Would the barrel be a good place to put a notice up?
_Sergeant:_ It might; you can put it there.
(_They paste the notice up._)
_Sergeant:_ (_Reading it._) Dark hair--dark eyes, smooth face, height
five feet five--there's not much to take hold of in that--It's a pity I
had no chance of seeing him before he broke out of gaol. They say he's
a wonder, that it's he makes all the plans for the whole organization.
There isn't another man in Ireland would have broken gaol the way he
did. He must have some friends among the gaolers.
_Policeman B:_ A hundred pounds is little enough for the Government to
offer for him. You may be sure any man in the force that takes him
will get promotion.
_Sergeant:_ I'll mind this place myself. I wouldn't wonder at all if
he came this way. He might come slipping along there (_points to side
of quay_), and his friends might be waiting for him there (_points
down steps_), and once he got away it's little chance we'd have of
finding him; it's maybe under a load of kelp he'd be in a fishing
boat, and not one to help a married man that wants it to the reward.
_Policeman X:_ And if we get him itself, nothing but abuse on our
heads for it from the people, and maybe from our own relations.
_Sergeant:_ Well, we have to do our duty in the force. Haven't we the
whole country depending on us to keep law and order? It's those that
are down would be up and those that are up would be down, if it
wasn't for us. Well, hurry on, you have plenty of other places to
placard yet, and come back here then to me. You can take the lantern.
Don't be too long now. It's very lonesome here with nothing but the
moon.
_Policeman B:_ It's a pity we can't stop with you. The Government
should have brought more police into the town, with _him_ in gaol, and
at assize time too. Well, good luck to your watch.
(_They go out._)
_Sergeant:_ (_Walks up and down once or twice and looks at placard._)
A hundred pounds and promotion sure. There must be a great deal of
spending in a hundred pounds. It's a pity some honest man not to be
the better of that.
(_A ragged man appears at left and tries to slip past. Sergeant
suddenly turns._)
_Sergeant:_ Where are you going?
_Man:_ I'm a poor ballad-singer, your honour. I thought to sell some
of these (_holds out bundle of ballads_) to the sailors. (_He goes
on._)
_Sergeant:_ Stop! Didn't I tell you to stop? You can't go on there.
_Man:_ Oh, very well. It's a hard thing to be poor. All the world's
against the poor!
_Sergeant:_ Who are you?
_Man:_ You'd be as wise as myself if I told you, but I don't mind. I'm
one Jimmy Walsh, a ballad-singer.
_Sergeant:_ Jimmy Walsh? I don't know that name.
_Man:_ Ah, sure, they know it well enough in Ennis. Were you ever in
Ennis, sergeant?
_Sergeant:_ What brought you here?
_Man:_ Sure, it's to the assizes I came, thinking I might make a few
shillings here or there. It's in the one train with the judges I came.
_Sergeant:_ Well, if you came so far, you may as well go farther, for
you'll walk out of this.
_Man:_ I will, I will; I'll just go on where I was going. (_Goes
towards steps._)
_Sergeant:_ Come back from those steps; no one has leave to pass down
them to-night.
_Man:_ I'll just sit on the top of the steps till I see will some
sailor buy a ballad off me that would give me my supper. They do be
late going back to the ship. It's often I saw them in Cork carried
down the quay in a hand-cart.
_Sergeant:_ Move on, I tell you. I won't have any one lingering about
the quay to-night.
_Man:_ Well, I'll go. It's the poor have the hard life! Maybe yourself
might like one, sergeant. Here's a good sheet now. (_Turns one over._)
"Content and a pipe"--that's not much. "The Peeler and the goat"--you
wouldn't like that. "Johnny Hart"--that's a lovely song.
_Sergeant:_ Move on.
_Man:_ Ah, wait till you hear it. (_Sings:_)
There was a rich farmer's daughter lived near the town of Ross;
She courted a Highland soldier, his name was Johnny Hart;
Says the mother to her daughter, "I'll go distracted mad
If you marry that Highland soldier dressed up in Highland plaid."
_Sergeant:_ Stop that noise.
(_Man wraps up his ballads and shuffles towards the steps_)
_Sergeant:_ Where are you going?
_Man:_ Sure you told me to be going, and I am going.
_Sergeant:_ Don't be a fool. I didn't tell you to go that way; I told
you to go back to the town.
_Man:_ Back to the town, is it?
_Sergeant:_ (_Taking him by the shoulder and shoving him before him._)
Here, I'll show you the way. Be off with you. What are you stopping
for?
_Man:_ (_Who has been keeping his eye on the notice, points to it._) I
think I know what you're waiting for, sergeant.
_Sergeant:_ What's that to you?
_Man:_ And I know well the man you're waiting for--I know him well--I'll
be going.
(_He shuffles on._)
_Sergeant:_ You know him? Come back here. What sort is he?
_Man:_ Come back is it, sergeant? Do you want to have me killed?
_Sergeant:_ Why do you say that?
_Man:_ Never mind. I'm going. I wouldn't be in your shoes if the
reward was ten times as much. (_Goes on off stage to left_). Not if it
was ten times as much.
_Sergeant:_ (_Rushing after him._) Come back here, come back. (_Drags
him back._) What sort is he? Where did you see him?
_Man:_ I saw him in my own place, in the County Clare. I tell you you
wouldn't like to be looking at him. You'd be afraid to be in the one
place with him. There isn't a weapon he doesn't know the use of, and
as to strength, his muscles are as hard as that board (_slaps
barrel_).
_Sergeant:_ Is he as bad as that?
_Man:_ He is then.
_Sergeant:_ Do you tell me so?
_Man:_ There was a poor man in our place, a sergeant from
Ballyvaughan.--It was with a lump of stone he did it.
_Sergeant:_ I never heard of that.
_Man:_ And you wouldn't, sergeant. It's not everything that happens
gets into the papers. And there was a policeman in plain clothes,
too.... It is in Limerick he was.... It was after the time of the
attack on the police barrack at Kilmallock.... Moonlight ... just
like this ... waterside.... Nothing was known for certain.
_Sergeant:_ Do you say so? It's a terrible county to belong to.
_Man:_ That's so, indeed! You might be standing there, looking out
that way, thinking you saw him coming up this side of the quay
(_points_), and he might be coming up this other side (_points_), and
he'd be on you before you knew where you were.
_Sergeant:_ It's a whole troop of police they ought to put here to
stop a man like that.
_Man:_ But if you'd like me to stop with you, I could be looking down
this side. I could be sitting up here on this barrel.
_Sergeant:_ And you know him well, too?
_Man:_ I'd know him a mile off, sergeant.
_Sergeant:_ But you wouldn't want to share the reward?
_Man:_ Is it a poor man like me, that has to be going the roads and
singing in fairs, to have the name on him that he took a reward? But
you don't want me. I'll be safer in the town.
_Sergeant:_ Well, you can stop.
_Man:_ (_Getting up on barrel._) All right, sergeant. I wonder, now,
you're not tired out, sergeant, walking up and down the way you are.
_Sergeant:_ If I'm tired I'm used to it.
_Man:_ You might have hard work before you to-night yet. Take it easy
while you can. There's plenty of room up here on the barrel, and you
see farther when you're higher up.
_Sergeant:_ Maybe so. (_Gets up beside him on barrel, facing right.
They sit back to back, looking different ways._) You made me feel a
bit queer with the way you talked.
_Man:_ Give me a match, sergeant (_he gives it and man lights pipe_);
take a draw yourself? It'll quiet you. Wait now till I give you a
light, but you needn't turn round. Don't take your eye off the quay
for the life of you.
_Sergeant:_ Never fear, I won't. (_Lights pipe. They both smoke._)
Indeed it's a hard thing to be in the force, out at night and no
thanks for it, for all the danger we're in. And it's little we get but
abuse from the people, and no choice but to obey our orders, and never
asked when a man is sent into danger, if you are a married man with a
family.
_Man:_ (_Sings_)--
As through the hills I walked to view the hills and shamrock plain,
I stood awhile where nature smiles to view the rocks and streams,
On a matron fair I fixed my eyes beneath a fertile vale,
As she sang her song it was on the wrong of poor old Granuaile.
_Sergeant:_ Stop that; that's no song to be singing in these times.
_Man:_ Ah, sergeant, I was only singing to keep my heart up. It sinks
when I think of him. To think of us two sitting here, and he creeping
up the quay, maybe, to get to us.
_Sergeant:_ Are you keeping a good lookout?
_Man:_ I am; and for no reward too. Amn't I the foolish man? But when
I saw a man in trouble, I never could help trying to get him out of
it. What's that? Did something hit me?
(_Rubs his heart._)
_Sergeant:_ (_Patting him on the shoulder._) You will get your reward
in heaven.
_Man:_ I know that, I know that, sergeant, but life is precious.
_Sergeant:_ Well, you can sing if it gives you more courage.
_Man:_ (_Sings_)--
Her head was bare, her hands and feet with iron bands were bound,
Her pensive strain and plaintive wail mingles with the evening gale,
And the song she sang with mournful air, I am old Granuaile.
Her lips so sweet that monarchs kissed....
_Sergeant:_ That's not it.... "Her gown she wore was stained with
gore." ... That's it--you missed that.
_Man:_ You're right, sergeant, so it is; I missed it. (_Repeats
line._) But to think of a man like you knowing a song like that.
_Sergeant:_ There's many a thing a man might know and might not have
any wish for.
_Man:_ Now, I daresay, sergeant, in your youth, you used to be sitting
up on a wall, the way you are sitting up on this barrel now, and the
other lads beside you, and you singing "Granuaile"?...
_Sergeant:_ I did then.
_Man:_ And the "Shan Bhean Bhocht"?...
_Sergeant:_ I did then.
_Man:_ And the "Green on the Cape?"
_Sergeant:_ That was one of them.
_Man:_ And maybe the man you are watching for to-night used to be
sitting on the wall, when he was young, and singing those same
songs.... It's a queer world....
_Sergeant:_ Whisht!... I think I see something coming.... It's only a
dog.
_Man:_ And isn't it a queer world?... Maybe it's one of the boys you
used to be singing with that time you will be arresting to-day or
to-morrow, and sending into the dock....
_Sergeant:_ That's true indeed.
_Man:_ And maybe one night, after you had been singing, if the other
boys had told you some plan they had, some plan to free the country,
you might have joined with them ... and maybe it is you might be in
trouble now.
_Sergeant:_ Well, who knows but I might? I had a great spirit in those
days.
_Man:_ It's a queer world, sergeant, and it's little any mother knows
when she sees her child creeping on the floor what might happen to it
before it has gone through its life, or who will be who in the end.
_Sergeant:_ That's a queer thought now, and a true thought. Wait now
till I think it out.... If it wasn't for the sense I have, and for my
wife and family, and for me joining the force the time I did, it might
be myself now would be after breaking gaol and hiding in the dark, and
it might be him that's hiding in the dark and that got out of gaol
would be sitting up where I am on this barrel.... And it might be
myself would be creeping up trying to make my escape from himself, and
it might be himself would be keeping the law, and myself would be
breaking it, and myself would be trying maybe to put a bullet in his
head, or to take up a lump of a stone the way you said he did ... no,
that myself did.... Oh! (_Gasps. After a pause._) What's that?
(_Grasps man's arm._)
_Man:_ (_Jumps off barrel and listens, looking out over water._) It's
nothing, sergeant.
_Sergeant:_ I thought it might be a boat. I had a notion there might
be friends of his coming about the quays with a boat.
_Man:_ Sergeant, I am thinking it was with the people you were, and
not with the law you were, when you were a young man.
_Sergeant:_ Well, if I was foolish then, that time's gone.
_Man:_ Maybe, sergeant, it comes into your head sometimes, in spite of
your belt and your tunic, that it might have been as well for you to
have followed Granuaile.
_Sergeant:_ It's no business of yours what I think.
_Man:_ Maybe, sergeant, you'll be on the side of the country yet.
_Sergeant:_ (_Gets off barrel._) Don't talk to me like that. I have my
duties and I know them. (_Looks round._) That was a boat; I hear the
oars.
(_Goes to the steps and looks down._)
_Man:_ (_Sings_)--
O, then, tell me, Shawn O'Farrell,
Where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river
Right well known to you and me!
_Sergeant:_ Stop that! Stop that, I tell you!
_Man:_ (_Sings louder_)--
One word more, for signal token,
Whistle up the marching tune,
With your pike upon your shoulder,
At the Rising of the Moon.
_Sergeant:_ If you don't stop that, I'll arrest you.
(_A whistle from below answers, repeating the air._)
_Sergeant:_ That's a signal. (_Stands between him and steps._) You
must not pass this way.... Step farther back.... Who are you? You are
no ballad-singer.
_Man:_ You needn't ask who I am; that placard will tell you. (_Points
to placard._)
_Sergeant:_ You are the man I am looking for.
_Man:_ (_Takes off hat and wig. Sergeant seizes them._) I am. There's
a hundred pounds on my head. There is a friend of mine below in a
boat. He knows a safe place to bring me to.
_Sergeant:_ (_Looking still at hat and wig._) It's a pity! It's a
pity. You deceived me. You deceived me well.
_Man:_ I am a friend of Granuaile. There is a hundred pounds on my
head.
_Sergeant:_ It's a pity, it's a pity!
_Man:_ Will you let me pass, or must I make you let me?
_Sergeant:_ I am in the force. I will not let you pass.
_Man:_ I thought to do it with my tongue. (Puts hand in breast.) What
is that?
(_Voice of Policeman X outside:_) Here, this is where we left him.
_Sergeant:_ It's my comrades coming.
_Man:_ You won't betray me ... the friend of Granuaile. (_Slips behind
barrel._)
(_Voice of Policeman B:_) That was the last of the placards.
_Policeman X:_ (_As they come in._) If he makes his escape it won't be
unknown he'll make it.
(_Sergeant puts hat and wig behind his back._)
_Policeman B:_ Did any one come this way?
_Sergeant:_ (_After a pause._) No one.
_Policeman B:_ No one at all?
_Sergeant:_ No one at all.
_Policeman B:_ We had no orders to go back to the station; we can stop
along with you.
_Sergeant:_ I don't want you. There is nothing for you to do here.
_Policeman B:_ You bade us to come back here and keep watch with you.
_Sergeant:_ I'd sooner be alone. Would any man come this way and you
making all that talk? It is better the place to be quiet.
_Policeman B:_ Well, we'll leave you the lantern anyhow. (_Hands it to
him._)
_Sergeant:_ I don't want it. Bring it with you.
_Policeman B:_ You might want it. There are clouds coming up and you
have the darkness of the night before you yet. I'll leave it over here
on the barrel. (_Goes to barrel._)
_Sergeant:_ Bring it with you I tell you. No more talk.
_Policeman B:_ Well, I thought it might be a comfort to you. I often
think when I have it in my hand and can be flashing it about into
every dark corner (_doing so_) that it's the same as being beside the
fire at home, and the bits of bogwood blazing up now and again.
(_Flashes it about, now on the barrel, now on Sergeant._)
_Sergeant:_ (_Furious._) Be off the two of you, yourselves and your
lantern!
(_They go out. Man comes from behind barrel. He and Sergeant
stand looking at one another._)
_Sergeant:_ What are you waiting for?
_Man:_ For my hat, of course, and my wig. You wouldn't wish me to get
my death of cold?
(_Sergeant gives them._)
_Man:_ (_Going towards steps._) Well, good-night, comrade, and thank
you. You did me a good turn to-night, and I'm obliged to you. Maybe
I'll be able to do as much for you when the small rise up and the big
fall down ... when we all change places at the Rising (_waves his hand
and disappears_) of the Moon.