THE DEVIL'S DISCIPLE
The Devil's Disciple:
A Melodrama in Three
Acts. By Bernard
Shaw.
Constable and Company
Ltd. London: 1920.
[This play has been publicly performed within the United Kingdom. It is
entered at Stationers' Hall and the Library of Congress, U.S.A. All rights
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THE DEVIL'S DISCIPLE
ACT I
At the most wretched hour between a black night and a wintry
morning in the year \ 777, Mrs Dudgeon, of New Hampshire,
is sitting up in the kitchen and general dwelling room of her farm
house on the outskirts of the town of Websterbridge. She is not
a prepossessing woman. No woman looks her best after sitting
up all night ; and Mrs Dudgeon*; face, even at its best, is
grimly trenched by the channels into which the barren forms
and observances of a dead Puritanism can pen a bitter temper
andaferce pride. She is an elderly matron who has worked hard
and got nothing by it except dominion and detestation in her sor-
did home, and an unquestioned reputation for piety and respect-
ability among her neighbors, to whom drink and debauchery are
still so much more tempting than religion and rectitude, that they
conceive goodness simply as self-denial. This conception is easily
extended to others-denial, and finally generalized as covering
anything disagreeable. So Mrs Dudgeon, being exceedingly dis-
agreeable, is held to be exceedingly good. Short of fiat felony,
she enjoys complete license except for amiable weaknesses of any
sort, and is consequently, without knowing it, the most licentious
woman in the parish on the strength of never having broken the
seventh commandment or missed a Sunday at the Presbyterian
(hurch.
The year 1777 is the one in which the passions roused by the
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breaking-off of the American colonies from England, more by
their own weight than their own will, boiled up to shooting
point, the shooting being idealized to the English mind as sup*
pression sf rebellion and maintenance of British dominion, and to
the American as defence of liberty, resistance to tyranny, and
self-sacrifice on the altar of the Rights tf Man. Into the merits
tf these idealizations it is not here necessary to inquire: suffice
it to say, without prejudice, that they have convinced both Ameri-
cans and English that the most highminded course for them to
pursue is to kill as many of one another as possible, and that mili-
tary operations to that end are in full swing, morally supported
by confident requests from the clergy of both sides for the blessing
of God on their arms.
Under such circumstances many other women besides this dis-
agreeable Mrs Dudgeon find themselves sitting up all night wait-
ing for news. Like her, too, they fall asleep towards morning at the
risk of nodding themselves into the kitchen fire. Mrs Dudgeon
sleeps with a shawl over her head, and her feet on a broad fender
of iron laths, the step of the domestic altar of the fireplace, with
its huge hobs and boiler, and its hinged arm above the smoky
mantel-shelf for roasting. The plain kitchen table is opposite the
fire, at her elhow, with a candle on it in a tin sconce. Her chair,
like all the others in the room, is uncushioned and unpainted; but
as it has a round railed back and a seat conventionally moulded
to the sitterys curves, it is comparatively a chair of state. The room
h*s three doors, one on the same side as the fireplace, near the
corner, leading to the best bedroom; one, at the opposite end of
the opposite wall, leading to the scullery and wajhhouse; and the
housedoor, with its latch, heavy lock, and clumsy wooden bar, in the
front wall, between the window in its middle and the corner next
the bedroom door. Between the door and the window a rack of
pegs suggests to the deductive observer that the men of the house
are all away, as there are no hats or coats on them. On the other
side of the window the clock hangs on a nail, with its white
wooden dial, black iron weights, and brass pendulum. Between
the clock and the corner, a big cupboard, locked, stands on a dwarj
drtsser full »f commit crockery.
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On the side opposite the fireplace, between the door and the
corner ; a shamelessly ugly black horsehair sofa stands against the
wall. An inspection of its Jtridulous surface shews that Mrs
Dudgeon is not alone. A girl of sixteen or seventeen has fallen
asleep on it. She is a wild, timid looking creature with black hair
and tanned skin. Her frock, a scanty garment, is rent, weather-
stained, berrystained, and by no means scrupulously clean. It
hangs on her with a freedom which, taken with her brown leg'
and bare feet, suggests no great stock of underclothing.
Suddenly there comes a tapping at the door, not loud enough
to wake the sleepers. Then knocking, which disturbs Mrs Dud-
geon a little, finally the latch is tried, whereupon she springs up
at once.
MRS DUDGEON [threateningly} Well, why dont you open
the door ? [ She sees that the girl is asleep, and immediately
raises a clamor of heartfelt vexation]. Well, dear, dear me!
Now this is — [shaking her} wake up, wake up : do you hear ?
THE GIRL [sitting up] What is it ?
MRS DUDGEON. Wake up ; and be ashamed of yourself,
you unfeeling sinful girl, falling asleep like that, and your
father hardly cold in his grave.
THE GIRL [half asleep still} I didnt mean to. I dropped
off—
MRS DUDGEON [cutting her short] Oh yes, youve plenty of
excuses, I daresay. Dropped off! [Fiercely, as the knocking
recommences] Why dont you get up and let your uncle in ?
after me waiting up all night for him ! [She pushes her rudely
of the sofa}. There: I'll open the door : much good you are
to wait up. Go and mend that fire a bit.
The girl, cowed and wretched, goes to the fire and puts a log
on. Mrs Dudgeon unbars the door and opens it, letting into the
stuffy kitchen a little of the freshness and a great deal of the chill
of the dawn, also her second son Christy, a fattish, stupid, fair-
haired, roundfaced man of about ^^, muffled in a plaid shawl
and grey overcoat. He hurries, shivering, to tht fire, leaving
Mrs Dudgeon to shut the door.
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CHRISTY [at the fire] F — f — f! but it is cold. [Seeing the
girl, and staring lumpishly at her] Why, who are you ?
THE GIRL [shyly] Essie.
MRS DUDGEON. Oh, you may well ask. [To Essie] Go to
your room, child, and lie down, since you havnt feeling
enough to keep you awake. Your history isnt fit for your
own ears to hear.
ESSIE. I
MRS DUDGEON [peremptorily'] Dont answer me, Miss ; but
shew your obedience by doing what I tell you. [Essie, al-
most in tears, crosses the room to the door near the sofa]. And
dont forget your prayers. [Essie goes out]. She'd have gone
to bed last night just as if nothing had happened if I'd let
her.
CHRISTY [ph/egmatically] Well, she cant be expected to
feel Uncle Peter's death like one of the family.
MRS DUDGEON. What arc you talking about, child ? Isnt
she his daughter — the punishment of his wickednesi and
shame? [She assaults her chair by sitting down].
CHRISTY [staring] Uncle Peter's daughter !
MRS DUDGEON. Why else should she be here ? D'ye think
Ive not had enough trouble and care put upon me bringing
up my own girls, let alone you and your good-for-nothing
brother, without having your uncle's bastards —
CHRISTY [interrupting her with an apprehensive glance at the
door by which Essie went out] Sh ! She may hear you.
MRS DUDGEON [raising her voice] Let her hear me. People
who fear God dont fear to give the devil's work its right
name. [Christy, soullessly indifferent to the strife of Good and
Evil, stares at the fire, warming himself]. Well, how long are
you going to stare there like a stuck pig ? What news have
you for me ?
CHRISTY [taking off his hat and shawl and going to the rack
to hang them up] The minister is to break the news to you.
He'll be here presently.
MRS DUDGEON. Break what news?
CHRISTY [standing on tip tot, from boyish habit, to hang his
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hat up, though he is quite tall enough to reach the peg, and speak-
ing with callous placidity considering the nature of the announce-
ment} Father's dead too.
MRS DUDGEON [stupent] Your father !
CHRISTY [sulkily, coming back to the Jire and to arming him-
self again, attending much more to the fire than to his mother]
Well, it's not my fault. When we got to Nevinstown
we found him ill in bed. He didnt know us at first. The
minister sat up with him and sent me away. He died in
the night.
MRS DUDGEON [bursting into dry angry tears] Well, I do
think this is hard on me — very hard on me. His brother,
that was a disgrace to us all his life, gets hanged on the
public gallows as a rebel ; and your father, instead of stay-
ing at home where his duty was, with his own family, goes
after him and dies, leaving everything on my shoulders.
After sending this girl to me to take care of, too! [She
plucks her shawl vexedly over her ears']. It's sinful, so it is :
downright sinful.
CHRISTY [with a slow, bovine cheerfulness, after a pause] I
think it's going to be a fine morning, after all.
MRS DUDGEON [railing at him] A fine morning 1 And your
father newly dead ! Wheres your feelings, child ?
CHRISTY [obstinately'] Well, I didnt mean any harm. I
suppose a man may make a remark about the weather even
if his father's dead.
MRS DUDGEON [bitterly} A nice comfort my children are
to me ! One son a fool, and the other a lost sinner thats left
his home to live with smugglers and gypsies and villains,
the scum of the earth !
Someone knocks.
CHRISTY [without moving} That's the minister.
MRS DUDGEON [sharply} Well, arnt you going to let Mr
Anderson in ?
Christy goes sheepishly to the door. Mrs Dudgeon buries her
face in her hands, as it is her duty as a widow to be overcomt
with grief. Christy opens the door, and admits the minister^
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Anthony Anderson, a shrewd, genial, ready Presbyterian divine
of about 50, with something of the authority of his profession in
his bearing. But it is an altogether secular authority, sweetenea
by a conciliatory, sensible manner not at all suggestive of a
quite thoroughgoing other-worldliness. He is a strong, healthy
man too, with a thick sanguine neck; and his keen, cheerful mouth
cuts into somewhat fleshy corners. No doubt an excellent parson,
but still a man capable of making the most of this world, and
perhaps a little apologetically conscious of getting on better with
it than a sound Presbyterian ought.
ANDERSON [to Christy, at the door, looking at Mrs Dudgeon
whilst he takes off his cloak] Have you told her ?
CHRISTY. She made me. [He shuts the door; yawns; and
loafs across to the sofa, where he sits down and presently drops o/
to sleep}.
Anderson looks compassionately at Mrs Dudgeon. Then he
hangs his cloak and hat on the rack. Mrs Dudgeon dries her eyes
and looks up at him.
ANDERSON. Sister i the Lord has laid his hand very heavily
upon you.
MRS DUDGEON [with intensely recalcitrant resignation] It's
His will, I suppose ; and I must bow to it. But I do think
it hard. What call had Timothy to go to Springtown, and
remind everybody that he belonged to a man that was being
hanged ? — and [spitefully} that deserved it, if ever a man did.
ANDERSON {gently} They were brothers, Mrs Dudgeon.
MRS DUDGEON. Timothy never acknowledged him as his
brother after we were married : he had too much respect
for me to insult me with such a brother. Would such a sel-
fish wretch as Peter have come thirty miles to see Timothy
hanged, do you think ? Not thirty yards, not he. How-
ever, I must bear my cross as best I may : least said is
soonest mended.
ANDERSON [very grave, coming down to the fire to stand with
his back to it] Your eldest son was present at the execution,
Mrs Dudgeon.
MRS DUDGEON [disagreeably surprised] Richard ?
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ANDERSON [nodding] YeS.
MRS DUDGEON [vindictively] Let it be a warning to him.
He may end that way himself, the wicked, dissolute, god-
less— [she suddenly stops; her voice fails ; and she asks, with
evident dread} Did Timothy see him ?
ANDERSON. Yes.
MRS DUDGEON [holding her breath] Well ?
ANDERSON. He only saw him in the crowd : they did not
speak. [Mrs Dudgeon, greatly relieved, exhales the pent up
breath and sits at her ease again]. Your husband was greatly
touched and impressed by his brother's awful death. [Mrs
Dudgeon sneers. Anderson breaks off to demand with some
indignation] Well, wasnt it only natural, Mrs Dudgeon ?
He softened towards his prodigal son in that moment. He
sent for him to come to see him.
MRS DUDGEON [her alarm renewed] Sent for Richard !
ANDERSON. Yes ; but Richard would not come. He sent
his father a message ; but I'm sorry to say it was a wicked
message - — an awful message.
MRS DUDGEON. What was it ?
ANDERSON. That he would stand by his wicked uncle,
and stand against his good parents, in this world and the
next.
MRS DUDGEON [implacably] He will be punished for it.
He will be punished for it — in both worlds.
ANDERSON. That is not in our hands, Mrs Dudgeon.
MRS DUDGEON. Did I say it was, Mr Anderson? We
are told that the wicked shall be punished. Why should
we do our duty and keep God's law if there is to be no differ-
ence made between us and those who follow their own
likings and dislikings, and make a jest of us and of their
Maker's word ?
ANDERSON. Well, Richard's earthly father has been merci-
ful to him ; and his heavenly judge is the father of us all.
MRS DUDGEON [forgetting herulf] Richard's earthly father
was a softheaded —
ANDERSON shockfd Oh!
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MRS DUDGEON \with a touch ofshame] Well, I am Richard's
mother. If I am against him who has any right to be for
him ? [ Trying to conciliate him} Wont you sit down, Mr
Anderson ? I should have asked you before ; but I'm so
troubled.
ANDERSON. Thank you. [He takes a chair from beside tht
fireplace, and turns it so that he can sit comfortably at the firt.
When he is seated he adds, in the tone of a man who knows that
he is opening a difficult subject} Has Christy told you about
the new will ?
MRS DUDGEON [all her fears returning} The new will !
Did Timothy — ? [She breaks off, gasping, unable to complete
the question}.
ANDERSON. Yes. In his last hours he changed his mind.
MRS DUDGEON \white with intense rage} And you let him
rob me ?
ANDERSON. I had no power to prevent him giving what
was his to his own son.
MRS DUDGEON. He had nothing of his own. His money
was the money I brought him as my marriage portion. It
was for me to deal with my own money and my own son.
He dare not have done it if I had been with him ; and well
he knew it. That was why he stole away like a thief to
take advantage of the law to rob me by making a new will
behind my back. The more shame on you, Mr Anderson,
— you, a minister of the gospel — to act as his accomplice
in such a crime.
ANDERSON [rising] I will take no offence at what you
»ay in the first bitterness of your grief.
MRS DUDGEON [contemptuously} Grief!
ANDERSON. Well, of your disappointment, if you can
find it in your heart to think that the better word.
MRS DUDGEON. My heart ! My heart! And since when,
pray, have you begun to hold up our hearts as trustworthy
guides for us ?
ANDERSON [rather guiltily} I — er —
MRS DUDGEON [vehemently} Dont lie, Mr Anderson. We
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are told that the heart of man is deceitful above all things,
and desperately wicked. My heart belonged, not to
Timothy, but to that poor wretched brother of his that has
just ended his days with a rope round his neck — aye, to
Peter Dudgeon. You know it : old Eli Hawkins, the man
to whose pulpit you succeeded, though you are not worthy
to loose his shoe latchet, told it you when he gave over our
souls into your charge. He warned me and strengthened
me against my heart, and made me marry a Godfearing
man — as he thought. What else but that discipline has
made me the woman I am? And you, you, who followed
your heart in your marriage, you talk to me of what I find
in my heart. Go home to your pretty wife, man ; and
leave me to my prayers. [She turns from him and bans with
her elbows on the table^ brooding over her wrongs and taking
no further notice of him].
ANDERSON \willing enough to escape] The Lord forbid that
I should come between you and the source of all comfort !
\He goes to the rack for his coat and hat].
MRS DUDGEON \without looking at him] The Lord will
know what to forbid and what to allow without your help.
ANDERSON. And whom to forgive, I hope — Eli Hawkins
and myself, if we have ever set up our preaching against His
law. [He fastens his cloak, and is now ready to go]. Just
one word — on necessary business, Mrs Dudgeon. There is
the reading of the will to be gone through; and Richard
has a right to be present. He is in the town ; but he has
the grace to say that he does not want to force himself in
here.
MRS DUDGEON. He s hall come here. Does he expect
us to leave his father's house for his convenience ? Let
them all come, and come quickly, and go quickly. They
shall not make the will an excuse to shirk half their day's
work. I shall be ready, never fear.
ANDERSON \coming back a step or two] Mrs Dudgeon : I
used to have some little influence with you. When did I
lose it ?
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MRS DUDGEON [///'// without turning to him} When yon
married for love. Now youre answered.
ANDERSON. Yes i I am answered. [He goes out, musing].
MRS DUDGEON [to her self, thinking of her husband] Thief'
Thief!! [She shakes herself angrily out of her chair; throws
back the shawl from her head; and sets to work to prepare the
room for the reading of the will, beginning by replacing
Anderson's ch*ir against the wall, and pushing back her own to
the window. JJjen she calls, in her hard, driving, wrathful
way~\ Christy. [No answer: he it fast asleep]. Christy.
[She shakes him roughly]. Get up out of that; and be
ashamed of yourself — sleeping, and your father dead ! [ She
returns to the table; puts the candle on the mantelshelf; and
takes from the table drawer a red table cloth which she spreads].
CHRISTY [rising reluctantly] Well, do you suppose we
are never going to sleep until we are out of mourning?
MRS DUDGEON. I want none of your sulks. Here: help
me to set this table. [They place the table in the middle of
the room, with Christy's end towards the Jireplace and Mrs
Dudgeon's towards the sofa. Christy drops the table as soon as
possible, and goes to the fire, leaving his mother to make the
final adjustments of its position]. We shall have the minister
back here with the lawyer and all the family to read the will
before you have done toasting yourself. Go and wake that
girl ; and then light the stove in the shed : you cant have
your breakfast here. And mind you wash yourself, and
make yourself fit to receive the company. [She punctuates
these orders by going to the cupboard; unlocking it; and pro-
ducing a decanter of wine, which has no doubt stood there un-
touched since the last state occasion in the family, and some
glasses, which she sets on the table. Also two green ware plates,
on one of which she puts a barnbrack with a knife beside it.
On the other she shakes some biscuits out of a tin, putting back
one or two, and counting the rest]. Now mind : there are
ten biscuits there : let there be ten there when I come back
after dressing myself. And keep your fingers off the raisins
in that cake. And tell Essie the same. I suppose I can
Act I The Devil's Disciple 1 3
trust you to bring in the case of stuffed birds without
breaking the glass? [8 At replaces the tin in the cupboard,
which she locks, pocketing the key carefully].
CHRISTY [lingering at the fire} Youd better put the ink-
stand instead, for the lawyer.
MRS DUDGEON. Thats no answer to make to me, sir. Go
and do as youre told. [Christy turns sullenly to obey]. Stop :
take down that shutter before you go, and let the daylight
in : you cant expect me to do all the heavy work of the
house with a great heavy lout like you idling about.
Christy takes the window bar out of its clamps, and puts it
aside ; then opens the shutter ; shewing the grey morning. Mrs
Dudgeon takes the sconce from the mantelshelf; blows out the
candle; extinguishes the snuff by pinching it with her fingers, first
licking them for the purpose; and replaces the sconce on the shelf.
CHRISTY [looking through the window'] Here's the minister's
wife.
MRS DUDGEON [displeased] What! Is she coming here?
CHRISTY. Yes.
MRS DUDGEON. What does she want troubling me at this
hour, before I'm properly dressed to receive people ?
CHRISTY. Youd better ask her.
MRS DUDGEON [threateningly] Youd better keep a civil
tongue in your head. [He goes sulkily towards the door. She
comes after him, plying him with instructions]. Tell that girl to
come to me as soon as she's had her breakfast. And tell
her to make herself fit to be seen before the people.
[Christy goes out and slams the door in her face]. Nice
manners, that ! [Someone knocks at the house door : she turns
and cries inhospitably] Come in. [Judith Anderson, the
minister's wife, comes in. Judith is more than twenty years
younger than her husband, though she will never be as young
as he in vitality. She is pretty and proper and ladylike, and has
been admired and petted into an opinion of herself sufficiently
favorable to give her a self-assurance which serves her instead
of strength. She has a pretty taste in dress, and in her face the
fretty lines of a sentimental character formed by dreams. Evtn
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her lit tit self-complacency is pretty, like a child's vanity.
Rather a pathetic creature to any sympathetic observer who
knows how rough a place the world is. One feels, on the whole,
that Anderson might have chosen worse, and that she, needing
protection, could not have chosen better]. Oh, it's you, is it,
Mrs Anderson?
JUDITH [very politely — almost patronizingly] Yes. Can I
do anything for you, Mrs Dudgeon? Can I help to get
the place ready before they come to read the will ?
MRS DUDGEON [stiffly] Thank you, Mrs Anderson, my
house is always ready for anyone to come into.
MRS ANDERSON [with complacent amiability'] Yes, indeed it
is. Perhaps you had rather I did not intrude on you just now.
MRS DUDGEON. Oh, one more or less will make no
difference this morning, Mrs Anderson. Now that youre
here, youd better stay. If you wouldnt mind shutting the
door ! [Judith smiles, implying " How stupid of me!" and
shuts it with an exasperating air of doing something pretty and
becoming]. Thats better. I must go and tidy myself a bit.
I suppose you dont mind stopping here to receive anyone
that comes until Fm ready.
JUDITH [graciously giving her leave] Oh yes, certainly.
Leave them to me, Mrs Dudgeon; and take your time.
[She hangs her cloak and bonnet on the rack].
MRS DUDGEON [half sneering] I thought that would be
more in your way than getting the house ready. [Essit
comes back]. Oh, here you are ! [Severely] Come here : let
me see you. [Essie timidly goes to her. Mrs Dudgeon takes
her roughly by the arm and pulls her round to inspect the
results of her attempt to clean and tidy herself — results which
shew little practice and less conviction]. Mm ! Thats what
you call doing your hair properly, I suppose. It's easy to
see what you are, and how you were brought up. [Shi
throws her arm away, and goes on, peremptorily] Now you
listen to me and do as youre told. You sit down there in
the corner by the fire ; and when the company comes
dont dare to speak until youre spoken to. [Essie crtfpt ateaj
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to the fireplace]. Your father's people had better see you
and know youre there : theyre as much bound to keep
you from starvation as I am. At any rate they might help.
But let me have no chattering and making free with them,
as if you were their equal. Do you hear ?
ESSIE. Yes.
MRS DUDGEON. Well, then go and do as youre told.
[ Essie sits down miserably on the corner of the fender furthest
from the door]. Never mind her, Mrs Anderson : you know
who she is and what she is. If she gives you any trouble,
just tell me ; and I'll settle accounts with her. [Mrs
Dudgeon goes into the bedroom, shutting the door sharply behind
her as if even it had to be made do its duty with a ruthless
band}.
JUDITH [patronizing Essie, and arranging the cake and wine
on the table more becomingly] You must not mind if your
aunt is strict with you. She is a very good woman, and
desires your good too.
ESSIE [in listless misery] Yes.
JUDITH [annoyed with Essie for her failure to be consoled
and edified, and to appreciate the kindly condescension of tht
remark] You are not going to be sullen, I hope, Essie.
ESSIE. No.
JUDITH. Thats a good girl ! [She places a couple of chairs
at the table with their backs to the window, with a pleasant
sense of being a more thoughtful housekeeper than Mrs Dudgeon],
Do you know any of your father's relatives ?
ESSIE. No. They wouldnt have anything to do with
him : they were too religious. Father used to talk about
Dick Dudgeon; but I never saw him.
JUDITH [ostentatiously shocked] Dick Dudgeon ! Essie : do
you wish to be a really respectable and grateful girl, and to
make a place for yourself here by steady good conduct?
ESSIE [very half-heartedly] Yes.
JUDITH. Then you must never mention the name of
Richard Dudgeon — never even think about him. He is a
b*d man.
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ESSIB. What has he done ?
JUDITH. You must not ask questions about him, Essie.
You are too young to know what it is to be a bad man.
But he is a smuggler ; and he lives with gypsies ; and he
has no love for his mother and his family ; and he wrestles
and plays games on Sunday instead of going to church.
Never let him into your presence, if you can help it,
Essie ; and try to keep yourself and all womanhood un-
spotted by contact with such men.
ESSIE. Yes.
JUDITH [again displeased] I am afraid you say Yes and No
without thinking very deeply.
ESSIE. Yes. At least I mean —
JUDITH [severely'] What do you mean ?
ESSIE [almost crying] Only — my father was a smuggler ;
and — [Someone knocks].
JUDITH. They are beginning to come. Now remember
your aunt's directions, Essie ; and be a good girl. [Christy
comes back with the stand of stuffed birds wider a glass case,
and an inkstand, which he places on the table\. Good morning,
Mr Dudgeon. Will you open the door, please : the people
have come.
CHRISTY. Good morning. [He opens the house door].
The morning is now fairly bright and warm; and Anderson,
who is the first to enter, has left his cloak at home. He is
accompanied by Lawyer Hawkins, a brisk, middleaged man in
brown riding gaiters and yellow breeches, looking as much squire
as solicitor. He and Anderson are allowed precedence as repre-
senting the learned professions. After them comes the family,
headed by the senior uncle, William Dudgeon, a large, shape-
less man, bottle-nosed and evidently no ascetic at table. His
clothes are not the clothes, nor his anxious wife the wife, of a
prosperous man. The junior uncle, Titus Dudgeon, is a wiry
little terrier of a man. with an immense and visibly purseproud
wife, both free from the cares of the William household.
Hawkins at once goes briskly to the table and takes the chair
nearest the sefa, Christy having left the inkstand there, lit
Act I The Devil's Disciple 17
puts bis hat on the floor beside him, and produces the toil/.
Uncle William comes to the fire and stands on the hearth warm-
ing his coat tails, leaving Mrs William derelict near the door.
Uncle Titus, who is the lady's man of the family, rescues her
by giving her his disengaged arm and bringing her to the sofa,
where he sits down warmly between his own lady and his
brother's. Anderson hangs up his hat and waits for a word
with Judith.
JUDITH. She will be here in a moment. Ask them to
wait. [She taps at the bedroom door. Receiving an answer
from within, she opens it and passes through].
ANDERSON [taking his place at the table at the opposite end
to Hawkins'] Our poor afflicted sister will be with us in a
moment. Are we all here?
CHRISTY [at the house door, which he has just shut] All
except Dick.
The callousness with which Christy names the reprobate jars
on the moral sense of the family. Uncle William shakes his
head slowly and repeatedly. Mrs Titus catches her breath con-
vulsively through her nose. Her husband speaks.
UNCLE TITUS. Well, I hope he will have the grace not
to come. I hope so.
The Dudgeons all murmur assent, except Christy, who goes
to the window and posts himself there, looking out. Hawkins
smiles secretively as if he knew something that would change
their tune if they knew it. Anderson is uneasy : the love of
solemn family councils, especially funereal ones, is not in his
nature. Judith appears at the bedroom door.
JUDITH [with gentle impressiveness] Friends, Mrs Dudgeon.
[She takes the chair from beside the fireplace ; and places it
for Mrs Dudgeon, who comes from the bedroom in black, with
a clean handkerchief to her eyes. All rise, except Essie.
Mrs Titus and Mrs William produce equally clean handker-
chiefs and weep. It is an affecting moment].
UNCLE WILLIAM. Would it comfort you, sister, if we
were to offer up a prayer?
UNCLE TITUS. Or sing a hymn ?
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ANDERSON [rather hastily'] I have been with our sister
this morning already, friends. In our hearts we ask a
blessing.
ALL [except Essie'] Amen.
They all sit down, except "Judith, who stands behind Mrs
Dudgeon's chair.
JUDITH [to Essie] Essie : did you say Amen?
ESSIE [scaredly] No.
JUDITH. Then say it, like a good girl.
ESSIE. Amen.
UNCLE WILLIAM \tHC9ur aginglj\ Thats right : thats right
We know who you are ; but we are willing to be kind to
you if you are a good girl and deserve it. We are all equal
before the Throne.
This republican sentiment does not please the women, who
are convinced that the Throne is precisely the place where their
superiority, often questioned in this world, will bt recognized
and rewarded.
CHRISTY [at the window] Here's Dick.
Anderson and Hawkins look round sociably. Essie, with a
gleam of interest breaking through her misery, looks up. Christy
grins and gapes expectantly at the door. The rest are petrified
with the intensity of their sense of Virtue menaced with outrage
by the approach of flaunting Vice. The reprobate appears in the
doorway, graced beyond his alleged merits by the morning sun-
light. He is certainly the best looking member of the family ;
but his expression is reckless and sardonic, his manner defant
and satirical, his dress picturesquely careless. Only, his fore-
head and mouth betray an extraordinary steadfastness ; and
his eyes are the eyes of a fanatic.
RICHARD [on the threshold, taking off his hat] Ladies and
gentlemen : your servant, your very humble servant. [With
this comprehensive insult, he throws his hat to Christy with a
suddenness that makes him jump like a negligent wicket keeper,
and comes into the middle of the room, where he turns and de-
liberately surveys the company]. How happy you all look !
how glad to see me ! [He turns towards Mrs Dudgeon's chair j
Act I The Devil's Disciple 1 9
and his Up rolls up horribly from his dog tooth as he meets her
look of undisguised hatred}. Well, mother: keeping up
appearances as usual? thats right, thats right. [Judith
pointedly moves away from his neighborhood to the other side
of the kitchen, holding her skirt instinctively as if to save it
from contamination. Unclt Titus promptly marks his approval
of her action by rising from the sofa, and placing a chair for her
to sit down upon}. What! Uncle William ! I havnt seen
you since you gave up drinking. [Poor Uncle William,
shamed, would protest; but Richard claps him heartily on his
shoulder, adding} you have given it up, havnt you ? [releas-
ing him with a playful push} of course you have : quite right
too: you overdid it. [He turns away from Uncle William
and makes for the sofa}. And now, where is that upright
horsedealer Uncle Titus ? Uncle Titus : come forth. [He
comes upon him holding the chair as Judith sits down}. As
usual, looking after the ladies !
UNCLE TITUS [indignantly} Be ashamed of yourself, sir —
RICHARD [interrupting him and shaking his hand in spite of
him} I am : I am ; but I am proud of my uncle — proud of
all my relatives — [again surveying them} who could look at
them and not be proud and joyful ? [Uncle Titus, overborne,
resumes his seat on the sofa. Richard turns to the table}. Ah,
Mr Anderson, still at the good work, still shepherding
them. Keep them up to the mark, minister, keep them
up to the mark. Come! [with a spring he seats himself on
the table and takes up the decanter} clink a glass with me,
Pastor, for the sake of old times.
ANDERSON. You know, I think, Mr Dudgeon, that I do
not drink before dinner.
RICHARD. You will, some day, Pastor : Uncle William
used to drink before breakfast. Come : it will give your
sermons unction. [He smells the wine and makes a wry face}.
But do not begin on my mother's company sherry. I stole
some when I was six years old ; and I have been a tem-
perate man ever since. [He puts the decanter down and
(hanges the subject}. So I hear you are married, Pastor,
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and that your wife has a most ungodly allowance of good
looks.
ANDERSON [quietly indicating Judith] Sir : you arc in the
presence of my wife. [Judith rises and stands with stony
propriety].
RICHARD [quickly slipping down from the table with instinc-
tive good manners] Your servant, madam : no offence. [He
looks at her earnestly]. You deserve your reputation ; but I'm
sorry to see by your expression that youre a good woman.
[She looks shocked, and sits down amid a murmur of indignant
sympathy from his relatives. Anderson, sensible enough to know
that these demonstrations can only gratify and encourage a man
wh» is deliberately trying to provoke them, remains perfectly
goodhumored]. All the same, Pastor, I respect you more than
I did before. By the way, did I hear, or did I not, that
our late lamented Uncle Peter, though unmarried, was a
father?
UNCLE TITUS. He had only one irregular child, sir.
RICHARD. Only one! He thinks one a mere trifle!
I blush for you, Uncle Titus.
ANDERSON. Mr Dudgeon : you are in the presence of
your mother and her grief.
RICHARD. It touches me profoundly, Pastor. By the
way, what has become of the irregular child?
ANDERSON [pointing to Essie] There, sir, listening to
you.
RICHARD [shocked into sincerity] What! Why the devil
didnt you tell me that before ? Children suffer enough in
this house without — [He hurries remorsefully to Essie],
Come, little cousin ! n.ever mind me : it was not meant to
hurt you. [She looks up gratefully at him. Her tear stained
face affects him violently ; and he bursts out, in a transport of
wrath] Who has been making her cry? Who has been ill-
treating her ? By God —
MRS DUDGEON [rising and confronting him] Silence your
blasphemous tongue. I will bear no more of this. Leave
my house.
Act I The Devil's Disciple 21
RICHARD. How do you know it's your house until the
will is read? [They look at one another for a moment with
intense hatred; and then she sinks, checkmated, into her chair.
Richard goes boldly up past Anderson to the window, where he
takes the railed chair in his hand], Ltdies and gentlemen :
as the eldest son of my late father, and the unworthy
head of this household, I bid you welcome. By your leave,
Minister Anderson : by your leave, Lawyer Hawkins.
The head of the table for the head of the family. [He
places the chair at the table between the minister and the attor-
ney; sits down between them; and addresses the assembly with
a presidential air]. We meet on a melancholy occasion : a
father dead ! an uncle actually hanged, and probably
damned. [He shakes his head deploringly. The relatives freeze
with horror]. Thats right: pull your longest faces [his
voice suddenly sweetens gravely as his glance lights on Essie']
provided only there is hope in the eyes of the child.
[Briskly] Now then, Lawyer Hawkins : business, business.
Get on with the will, man.
TITUS. Do not let yourself be ordered or hurried, Mr
Hawkins.
HAWKINS [very politely and willingly] Mr Dudgeon means
no offence, I feel sure. I will not keep you one second,
Mr Dudgeon. Just while I get my glasses — [he fumbles for
them. The Dudgeons look at one another with misgiving].
RICHARD. Aha ! They notice your civility, Mr Hawkins.
They are prepared for the worst. A glass of wine to clear
your voice before you begin. [He pours out one for him and
hands iff then pours one for himself \
HAWKINS. Thank you, Mr Dudgeon. Your good health,
sir.
RICHARD. Yours, sir. [With the glass halfway to his lips,
he checks himself, giving a dubious glance at the wine, and adds,
with quaint intensity} Will anyone oblige me with a glass of
water ?
Essie, who has been hanging on his every word and move-
ment, rises stealthily and slips out behind Mrs Dudgeon through
22 Three Plays for Puritans Act 1
the bedroom door, returning presently with a jug and going out
of the house at quietly as possible.
HAWKINS. The will is not exactly in proper legal phrase-
ology.
RICHARD. No : my father died without the consolations
of the law.
HAWKINS. Good again, Mr Dudgeon, good again. [Pre-
paring to read} Are you ready, sir?
RICHARD. Ready, aye ready. For what we are about
to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Go
ahead.
HAWKINS [reading] " This is the last will and testament
of me Timothy Dudgeon on my deathbed at Nevinstown
on the road from Springtown to Websterbridge on this
twenty-fourth day of September, one thousand seven hun-
dred and seventy seven. I hereby revoke all former wills
made by me and declare that I am of sound mind and
know well what I am doing and that this is my real will
according to my own wish and affections."
RICHARD [glancing at his mother] Aha !
HAWKINS [shaking his head} Bad phraseology, sir, wrong
phraseology. " I give and bequeath a hundred pounds to
my younger son Christopher Dudgeon, fifty pounds to be
paid to him on the day of his marriage to Sarah Wilkins if
she will have him, and ten pounds on the birth of each
of his children up to the number of five."
RICHARD. How if she wont have him ?
CHRISTY. She will if I have fifty pounds.
RICHARD. Good, my brother. Proceed.
HAWKINS. "I give and bequeath to my wife Annie
Dudgeon, born Annie Primrose" — you see he did not
know the law, Mr Dudgeon : your mother was not born
Annie : she was christened so — " an annuity of fifty-two
pounds a year for life [Mrs Dudgeon, with all eyes on her,
holds herself convulsively rigid} to be paid out of the interest
on her own money " — there's a way to put it, Mr Dud-
geon ! Her own money !
Act I The Devil's Disciple 23
MRS DUDGEON. A very good way to put God's truth.
It was every penny my own. Fifty-two pounds a year !
HAWKINS. "And I recommend her for her goodness
and piety to the forgiving care of her children, having
stood between them and her as far as I could to the best
of my ability."
MRS DUDGEON. And this is my reward ! [Raging inwardly']
You know what I think, Mr Anderson : you know the
word I gave to it.
ANDERSON. It cannot be helped, Mrs Dudgeon. We
must take what comes to us. [To Hawkins']. Go on,
sir.
HAWKINS. " I give and bequeath my house at Webster-
bridge with the land belonging to it and all the rest of
my property soever to my eldest son and heir, Richard
Dudgeon."
RICHARD. Oho! The fatted calf, Minister, the fatted
calf.
HAWKINS. "On these conditions — "
RICHARD. The devil ! Are there conditions ?
HAWKINS. "To wit : first, that he shall not let my brother
Peter's natural child starve or be driven by want to an
evil life."
RICHARD [emphatically, striking his fat on the table] Agreed.
Mrs Dudgeon, turning to look malignantly at Essie, misses
her and looks quickly round to see where she has moved to ;
then, seeing that she has left the room without leave, closes her
lips venge fully.
HAWKINS. "Second, that he shall be a good friend to
my old horse Jim " — [again shaking his head] he should
have written James, sir.
RICHARD. James shall live in clover. Go on.
HAWKINS. — " and keep my deaf farm labourer Prodger
Feston in his service."
RICHARD. Prodger Feston shall get drunk every Saturday.
HAWKINS. "Third, that he make Christy a present on
his marriage out of the ornaments in the best room."
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RICHARD [holding up the stuffed birds'] Here you arc,
Christy.
CHRISTY [disappointed] I'd rather have the china pea-
cocks.
RICHARD. You shall have both. [Christy is greatly
pleased]. Go on.
HAWKINS. " Fourthly and lastly, that he try to live at
peace with his mother as far as she will consent to it."
RICHARD [dubiously] Hm ! Anything more, Mr Hawkins?
HAWKINS [solemnly] "Finally I give and bequeath my
soul into my Maker's hands, humbly asking forgiveness for
all my sins and mistakes, and hoping that He will so guide
my son that it may not be said that I have done wrong in
trusting to him rather than to others in the perplexity of
my last hour in this strange place."
ANDERSON. Amen.
THE UNCLES AND AUNTS.
RICHARD. My mother docs not say Amen.
MRS. DUDGEON [rising, unable to give up her property with-
out a struggle] Mr Hawkins : is that a proper will ?
Remember, I have his rightful, legal will, drawn up by
yourself, leaving all to me.
HAWKINS. This is a very wrongly and irregularly worded
will, Mrs Dudgeon ; though [turning politely to Richard]
it contains in my judgment an excellent disposal of his
property.
ANDERSON [interposing before Mrs Dudgeon can retort]
That is not what you are asked, Mr Hawkins. Is it a
legal will?
HAWKINS. The courts will sustain it against the other.
ANDERSON. But why, if the other is more lawfully
worded ?
HAWKINS. Because, sir, the courts will sustain the claim
of a man — and that man the eldest son — against any
woman, if they can. I warned you, Mrs Dudgeon, when
you got me to draw that other will, that it was not a wise
will, and that though you might make him sign it, he
Act I The Devil's Disciple 25
would never be easy until he revoked it. But you wouldnt
take advice ; and now Mr Richard is cock of the walk.
[He takes his hat from the floor ; rises ; and begins pocketing
his papers and spectacles}.
This is the signal for the breaking -up of the party.
Anderson takes his hat from the rack and joins Uncle William
at the fire. Titus fetches Judith her things from the rack.
The three on the sofa rise and chat with Hawkins. Mrs
Dudgeon, now an intruder in her own house, stands inert,
crushed by the weight of the law on women, accepting it, as she
has been trained to accept all monstrous calamities, as proofs of
the greatness of the power that inflicts them, and of her own
wormlike insignificance. For at this time, remember, Mary
W oilstone craft is as yet only a girl of eighteen, and her Vin-
dication of the Rights of Women is still fourteen years off.
Mrs Dudgeon is rescued from her apathy by Essie, who comes
back with the jug full of water. She is taking it to Richard
when Mrs Dudgeon stops her.
MRS DUDGEON [threatening her] Where have you been?
[Essie, appalled, tries to answer, but cannot]. How dare you
go out by yourself after the orders I gave you ?
ESSIE. He asked for a drink — [she stops, her tongue
cleaving to her palate with terror"].
JUDITH [with gentler severity] Who asked for a drink?
[Essie, speechless, points to Richard}.
RICHARD. What! I!
JUDITH [shocked"} Oh Essie, Essie !
RICHARD. I believe I did. [He takes a glass and holds it
to Essie to be filled. Her hand shakes}. What ! afraid of me ?
ESSIE [quickly} No. I — [She pours out the water}.
RICHARD [tasting it] Ah, youve been up the street to the
market gate spring to get that. [He takes a draught}.
Delicious! Thank you. [Unfortunately, at this moment he
chances to catch sight of Judith's face, which expresses the
most prudish disapproval of his evident attraction for Essie,
who is devouring him with her grateful eyes. His mocking
expression returns instantly. He puts down the glass / deliber-
26 Three Plays for Puritans
ately winds his arm round Essie's shoulders ; and brings her
into the middle of the company. Mrs Dudgeon being in Essie's
way as they come past the table, he says] By your leave,
mother [and compels her to make way for them}. What do
they call you ? Bessie ?
ESSIE. Essie.
RICHARD. Essie, to be sure. Are you a good girl, Essie ?
ESSIE [greatly disappointed that he, of all people, should begin
at her in this way] Yes. [She looks doubtfully at Judith]. I
think so. I mean I — I hope so.
RICHARD. Essie : did you ever hear of a person called
the devil ?
ANDERSON [revolted] Shame on you, sir, with a mere
child —
RICHARD. By your leave, Minister : I do not interfere
with your sermons : do not you interrupt mine. [To Essie]
Do you know what they call me, Essie ?
ESSIE. Dick.
RICHARD [amused: patting her on the shoulder] Yes, Dick ;
but something else too. They call me the Devil's Dis-
ciple.
ESSIE. Why do you let them ?
RICHARD [seriously] Because it's true. I was brought up
in the other service ; but I knew from the first that the
Devil was my natural master and captain and friend. I
saw that he was in the right, and that the world cringed to
his conqueror only through fear. I prayed secretly to him ;
and he comforted me, and saved me from having my spirit
broken in this house of children's tears. I promised him
my soul, and swore an oath that I would stand up for him
in this world and stand by him in the next. [Solemnly]
That promise and that oath made a man of me. From this
day this house is his home ; and no child shall cry in it :
this hearth is his altar; and no soul shall ever cower over
it in the dark evenings and be afraid. Now [turning forcibly
on the rest] which of you good men will take this child and
rescue her from the house of the devil ?
Act I The Devil's Disciple 27
JUDITH [coming to Essie and throwing a protecting arm about
her] I will. You should be burnt alive.
ESSIE. But I dont want to. [She shrinks back, leaving
Richard and Judith face to face],
RICHARD [to Judith] Actually doesnt want to, most vir-
tuous lady !
UNCLE TITUS. Have a care, Richard Dudgeon. The
law —
RICHARD [turning threateningly on him] Have a care, you.
In an hour from this there will be no law here but martial
law. I passed the soldiers within six miles on my way
here : before noon Major Swindon's gallows for rebels will
be up in the market place.
ANDERSON [fa/ttt/j] What have we to fear from that,
sir?
RICHARD. More than you think. He hanged the wrong
man at Springtown : he thought Uncle Peter was respect-
able, because the Dudgeons had a good name. But his
next example will be the best man in the town to whom
he can bring home a rebellious word. Well, we're all
rebels ; and you know it.
ALL THE MEN [except Anderson] No, no, no !
RICHARD. Yes, you are. You havnt damned King
George up hill and down dale as I have ; but youve prayed
for his defeat ; and you, Anthony Anderson, have conducted
the service, and sold your family bible to buy a pair of
pistols. They maynt hang me, perhaps ; because the moral
effect of the Devil's Disciple dancing on nothing wouldnt
help them. But a minister ! [Judith, dismayed, clings to
Anderson] or a lawyer ! [Hawkins smiles like a man able to
take care of himself] or an upright horsedealer ! [Uncle Titus
snarls at him in rage and terror] or a reformed drunkard !
[Uncle William, utterly unnerved, moans and wobbles with fear]
eh ? Would that shew that King George meant business
— ha?
ANDERSON [perfectly self-possessed] Come, my dear : he is
only trying to frighten you. There is no danger. [He takes
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her nit of the house. The rest crowd to the door to follow him,
except Essie, who remains near Richard],
RICHARD [boisterously derisive] Now then : how many of
you will stay with me ; run up the American flag on the
devil's house ; and make a fight for freedom ? [They scramble
out, Christy among them, hustling one another in their haste]
Ha ha! Long live the devil! [To Mrs Dudgeon, who is
following them] What, mother ! Are you off too ?
MRS DUDGEON [deadly pale, with her hand on her heart as if
she had received a deathblow] My curse on you ! My dying
curse ! [She goes out].
RICHARD [calling after her] It will bring me luck. Ha
ha ha!
ESSIE [anxiously] Maynt I stay?
RICHARD [turning to her] What ! Have they forgotten to
save your soul in their anxiety about their own bodies ?
Oh yes : you may stay. [He turns excitedly away again and
shakes his fst after them. His left fist, also clenched, hangs
down. Essie seizes it and kisses it, her tears falling on it. He
starts and looks at it]. Tears ! The devirs baptism ! [Sht
falls on her knees, sobbing. He stoops goodnaturedly to raise her^
saying] Oh yes, you may cry that way, Essie, if you like.
ACT II
Minister Anderson** house is in the main street of Webster-
bridge ', not far from the town hall. To the eye of the eighteenth
century New Englander, it is much grander than the plain
farmhouse of the Dudgeons / but it is so plain itself that a
modern house agent would let both at about the same rent.
The chief dwelling room has the same sort of kitchen fireplace,
with boiler, toaster hanging on the bars, movable iron griddle
socketed to the hob, hook above for roasting, and broad fender,
on which stand a kettle and a plate of buttered toast. The
door, between the fireplact and the corner, has neither panels,
fingerplates nor handles : it is made of plain boards, and fastens
with a latch. The table is a kitchen table, with a treacle
colored cover of American cloth, chapped at the corners by drap-
ing. The tea service on it consists of two thick cups and saucers
of the plainest ware, with milk jug and bowl to match, each
large enough to contain nearly a quart, on a black japanned
tray, and, in the middle of the table, a wooden trencher with a
big loaf upon it, and a square half pound block of butter in a
crock. The big oak press facing the fire from the opposite side
of the room, is for use and storage, not for ornament; and the
minister's house coat hangs on a peg from its door, shewing that
he is .out ; for when he is in, it is his best coat that hangs there.
His big riding boots stand beside the press, evidently in their
usual place, and rather proud of themselves. In fact, the evo-
lution of the minister** kitchen, dining room and drawing room
into three separate apartments has not yet taken place ; and so,
30 Three Plays for Puritans Act II
from the point of view of our pampered period, he is no better
off than the Dudgeons.
But there is a difference, for all that. To begin with, Mrs
Anderson is a pleasanter person to live with than Mrs Dudgeon.
To which Mrs Dudgeon would at once reply, with reason, that
Mrs Anderson has no children to look after ; no poultry, pigs
nor cattle; a steady and sufficient income not directly dependent on
harvests and prices at fairs; an affectionate husband who is a
tower of strength to her: in short, that life is as easy at the
minister's house as it is hard at the farm. This is true; but tt
explain a fact is not to alter it ; and however little credit Mrs
Anderson may deserve for making her home happier, she has
certainly succeeded in doing it. The outward and visible signs
of her superior social pretensions are, a drugget on the floor, a
plaster ceiling between the timbers, and chairs which, though not
upholstered, are stained and polished. The fne arts are repre-
sented by a mezzotint portrait of some Presbyterian divine, a
copperplate of Raphael's St Paul preaching at Athens, a rococo
presentation clock on the mantelshelf, flanked by a couple of
miniatures, a pair of crockery dogs with baskets in their mouths,
and, at the corners, two large cowrie shells. A pretty feature
of the room is the low wide latticed window, nearly its whole
width, with little red curtains running on a rod half tvaj up
if to serve as a blind. There is no sofa; but one of the seats,
standing near the press, has a railed back and is long enough to
accommodate two people easily. On the whole, it is rather the
sort of room that the nineteenth century has ended in struggling
to get back to under the leadership of Mr Philip Webb and his
disciples in domestic architecture, though no genteel clergyman
would have tolerated it fifty years ago.
The evening has closed in; and the room is dark except for
the cosy flrelight and the dim oil lamps seen through the window
in the wet street, where there is a quiet, steady, warm, windless
downpour of rain. As the town clock strikes the quarter, Judith
comes in with a couple of candles in earthenware candlesticks,
and sets them on the table. Her self-conscious airs of the morn-
ing art gone: sht is anxious and frightened. She goes ft the
Act II The Devil's Disciple 31
window and peers into the street. The first thing she sees there is
her husband, hurrying home through the rain. She gives a little
gasp of relief, not very far removed from a sob, and turns to the
door. Anderson comes in, wrapped in a very wet cloak.
JUDITH [running to him] Oh, here you are at last, at last!
[She attempts to embrace him}.
ANDERSON [keeping her off] Take care, my love : I'm wet.
Wait till I get my cloak off. [He places a chair with its back
to the fre; hangs his cloak on it to dry; shakes the rain from
his hat and puts it on the fender ; and at last turns with his hands
outstretched to Judith]. Now ! [She flies into his arms}. I am
not late, am I ? The town clock struck the quarter as I came
in at the front door. And the town clock is always fast.
JUDITH. I'm sure it's slow this evening. I'm so glad youre
back.
ANDERSON [taking her more closely in his arms] Anxious, my
dear?
JUDITH. A little.
ANDERSON. Why, youve been crying.
JUDITH. Only a little. Never mind : it's all over now.
[A bugle call is heard in the distance. She starts in terror and
retreats to the long seat, listening.] Whats that ?
ANDERSON [following her tenderly to the seat and making her
sit down with him] Only King George, my dear. He's return-
ing to barracks, or having his roll called, or getting ready for
tea, or booting or saddling or something. Soldiers dont ring
the bell or call over the banisters when they want anything:
they send a boy out with a bugle to disturb the whole town.
JUDITH. Do you think there is really any danger?
ANDERSON. Not the least in the world.
JUDITH. You say that to comfort me, not because you be-
lieve it.
ANDERSON. My dear: in this world there is always
danger for those who are afraid of it. There's a danger that
the house will catch fire in the night ; but we shant sleep
any the less soundly for that.
32 Three Plays for Puritans Act H
JUDITH. Yes, I know what you always say ; and yourc
quite right. Oh, quite right : I know it. But — I suppose
I'm not brave : thats all. My heart shrinks every time I
think of the soldiers.
ANDERSON. Never mind that, dear : bravery is none the
worse for costing a little pain.
JUDITH. Yes, I suppose so. [Embracing him again} Oh
how brave you are, my dear ! [VPith tears in her eyes} Well,
I'll be brave too : you shant be ashamed of your wife.
ANDERSON. Thats right. Now you make me happy. Well,
well ! [He rises and goes cheerily to the fre to dry his shoes}.
I called on Richard Dudgeon on my way back; but he
wasnt in.
JUDITH [rising in consternation} You called on that man !
ANDERSON [reassuring her} Oh, nothing happened, dearie.
He was out.
JUDITH [almost in tears, as if the visit were a personal humili-
ation to her} But why did you go there ?
ANDERSON [gravely} Well, it is all the talk that Major
Swindon is going to do what he did in Springtown — make
an example of some notorious rebel, as he calls us. He
pounced on Peter Dudgeon as the worst character there ;
and it is the general belief that he will pounce on Richard
as the worst here.
JUDITH. But Richard said —
ANDERSON [goodhumoredly cutting her short} Pooh! Richard
said! He said what he thought would frighten you and frighten
me, my dear. He said what perhaps (God forgive him !) he
would like to believe. It's a terrible thing to think of what
death must mean for a man like that. I felt that I must
warn him. I left a message for him.
JUDITH [querulously} What message?
ANDERSON. Only that I should be glad to see him for &
moment on a matter of importance to himself, and that if
he would look in here when he was passing he would be
welcome.
JUDITH [aghast} You asked that man to come here !
Act II The Devil's Disciple 33
ANDERSON. I did,
JUDITH [sinking on the seat and clasping her hands'] I hope
he wont come ! Oh, I pray that he may not come !
ANDERSON. Why ? Dont you want him to be warned ?
JUDITH. He must know his danger. Oh, Tony, is it wrong
to hate a blasphemer and a villain ? I do hate him. I cant
get him out of my mind : I know he will bring harm with
him. He insulted you : he insulted me : he insulted his
mother.
ANDERSON [quaintly] Well, dear, let's forgive him ; and
then it wont matter.
JUDITH. Oh, I know it's wrong to hate anybody ; but —
ANDERSON {going ovfrto her with humorous tenderness] Come,
dear, youre not so wicked as you think. The worst sin to-
wards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be in-
different to them : thats the essence of inhumanity. After
all, my dear, if you watch people carefully, youll be sur-
prised to find how like hate is to love. [She starts, strangely
touched — even appalled. He is amused at her]. Yes: I'm quite
in earnest. Think of how some of our married friends worry
one another, tax one another, are jealous of one another,
cant bear to let one another out of sight for a day, are more
like jailers and slave-owners than lovers. Think of those
very same people with their enemies, scrupulous, lofty, self-
respecting, determined to be independent of one another,
careful of how they speak of one another — pooh ! havent
you often thought that if they only knew it, they were better
friends to their enemies than to their own husbands and
wives ? Come : depend on it, my dear, you are really fonder
of Richard than you arc of me, if you only knew it. Eh !
JUDITH. Oh, dont say that : dont say that, Tony, even
in jest. You dont know what a horrible feeling it gives
me.
ANDERSON [laughing] Well, well : never mind, pet.
He's a bad man ; and you hate him as he deserves. And
youre going to make the tea, arnt you ?
JUDITH [remorsefully} Oh yes, I forgot, Ive been
34 Three Plays for Puritans Act n
keeping you waiting all this time. [She goes to the fire and
puts on the kettle].
ANDERSON [going to the press and taking his coat of] Have
you stitched up the shoulder of my old coat ?
JUDITH. Yes, dear. [She goes to the table, and sets about
putting the tea into the teapot from the caddy].
ANDERSON [as he changes his coat for the older one hanging
on the press, and replaces it by the one he has just taken off]
Did anyone call when I was out ?
JUDITH. No, only — [Someone knocks at the door. With
a start which betrays her intense nervousness, she retreats to
the further end of the table with the tea caddy and spoon in her
hands, exclaiming] Who's that ?
ANDERSON [going to her and patting her encouragingly on
the shoulder] All right, pet, all right. He wont eat you,
whoever he is. [She tries to smile, and nearly makes herself
cry. He goes to the door and opens it. Richard is there, with-
out overcoat or cloak]. You might have raised the latch and
come in, Mr Dudgeon. Nobody stands on much ceremony
with us. [Hospitably] Come in. [Richard comes in carelessly
and stands at the table, looking round the room with a slight
pucker of his nose at the mezzotinted divine on the wall.
Judith keeps her eyes on the tea caddy]. Is it still raining ?
[He shuts the door].
RICHARD. Raining like the very [his eye catches Judith's
as she looks quickly and haughtily up] — I beg your pardon ;
but [shewing that his coat is wet] you see — !
ANDERSON. Take it off, sir ; and let it hang before the
fire a while : my wife will excuse your shirtsleeves.
Judith : put in another spoonful of tea for Mr Dudgeon.
RICHARD [eyeing him cynically] The magic of property,
Pastor! Are even you civil to me now that I have suc-
ceeded to my father's estate ?
Judith throws down the spoon indignantly.
ANDERSON [quite unruffled, and helping Richard off with
his coat] I think, sir, that since you accept my hospitality,
you cannot have so bad an opinion of it. Sit down. [With
Act II The Devil's Disciple 35
ike coat in bis hand, he points to the railed seat. Richard, in hi*
shirtsleeves, looks at him half quarrelsomely for a moment ; then,
with a nod, acknowledges that the minister has got the better of
him, and sits down on the seat. Anderson pushes his cloak into
a heap on the seat of the chair at the Jire, and hangs Richard's
coat on the back in its place].
RICHARD. I come, sir, on your own invitation. You left
word you had something important to tell me.
ANDERSON. I have a warning which it is my duty to give
you.
RICHARD [quickly rising] You want to preach to me.
Excuse me : I prefer a walk in the rain [he makes for his
coat].
ANDERSON [stopping him] Dont be alarmed, sir : I am no
great preacher. You are quite safe. [Richard smiles in
spite of himself. His glance softens : he even makes a gesture
of excuse. Anderson, seeing that he has tamed him, now
addresses him earnestly}. Mr Dudgeon : you are in danger
in this town.
RICHARD. What danger?
ANDERSON. Your uncle's danger. Major Swindon's
gallows.
RICHARD. It is you who are in danger. I warned you —
ANDERSON [interrupting him goodhumoredly but authorita-
tively] Yes, yes, Mr Dudgeon ; but they do not think so
in the town. And even if I were in danger, I have duties
here which I must not forsake. But you are a free man.
Why should you run any risk ?
RICHARD. Do you think I should be any great loss,
Minister ?
ANDERSON. I think that a man's life is worth saving,
whoever it belongs to. [Richard makes him an ironical bow.
Anderson returns the bow humorously]. Come : youll have a
cup of tea, to prevent you catching cold ?
RICHARD. I observe that Mrs Anderson is not quite so
pressing as you are, Pastor.
JUDITH [almost stifled with resentment, which six hat
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expecting her husband to share and express for her at every
insult of Richard's} You are welcome for my husband's
sake. [She brings the teapot to the fireplace and sets it on the
hob].
RICHARD. I know I am not welcome for my own,
madam. [He rises]. But I think I will not break bread
here, Minister.
ANDERSON [cheerily] Give me a good reason for that.
RICHARD. Because there is something in you that I
respect, and that makes me desire to have you for my
enemy.
ANDERSON. Thtts well said. On those terms, sir, I will
accept your enmity or any man's. Judith : Mr Dudgeon
will stay to tea. Sit down : it will take a few minutes to
draw by the fire. [Richard glances at him with a troubled
face ; then sits down with his head bent, to hide a convulsive
swelling of his throat], I was just saying to my wife,
Mr Dudgeon, that enmity — [She grasps his hand and looks
imploringly at him, doing both with an intensity that checks
him at once]. Well, well, I mustnt tell you, I see ; but it
was nothing that need leave us worse friend — enemies, I
mean. Judith is a great enemy of yours.
RICHARD. If all my enemies were like Mrs Anderson, I
should be the best Christian in America.
ANDERSON [gratified, patting her hand] You hear that,
Judith ? Mr Dudgeon knows how to turn a compliment.
The latch is lifted from without.
JUDITH [starting] Who is that?
Christy comes in,
CHRISTY [stopping and staring at Richard] Oh, are you
here ?
RICHARD. Yes. Begone, you fool : Mrs Anderson doesnt
want the whole family to tea at once.
CHRISTY [coming further in] Mother's very ill.
RICHARD. Well, does the want to see me?
CHRISTY. No.
POCHARD. I thought not.
Act II The Devil's Disciple 37
CHRISTY. She wants to see the minister — at once.
JUDITH [to Anderson] Oh, not before youve had some tea.
ANDERSON. I shall enjoy it more when I come back,
dear. [He is about to take up bis cloak}.
CHRISTY. The rain's over.
ANDERSON [dropping the cloak and picking up his hat frwn
the fender] Where is your mother, Christy?
CHRISTY. At Uncle Titus's.
ANDERSON. Have you fetched the doctor?
CHRISTY. No : she didnt tell me to.
ANDERSON. Go on there at once : 1*11 overtake you on
his doorstep. [Christy turns to go]. Wait a moment. Your
brother must be anxious to know the particulars.
RICHARD. Psha ! not I : he doesnt know ; and I dont
care. [Violently] Be off, you oaf. [Christy runs out. Richard
adds, a little shamefacedly] We shall know soon enough.
ANDERSON. Well, perhaps you will let me bring you the
news myself. Judith : will you give Mr Dudgeon his tea,
and keep him here until I return.
JUDITH [white and trembling] Must I —
ANDERSON [taking her hands and interrupting her to cover
her agitation] My dear : I can depend on you ?
JUDITH [with a piteous effort to be worthy of his trust] Yes.
ANDERSON [pressing her hand against his cheek] You will
not mind two old people like us, Mr Dudgeon. [Going]
I shall not say good evening : you will be here when 1
come back. [He goes out].
They watch him pass the window, and then look at each other
dumbly , quite disconcerted. Richard, noting the quiver of her
lips, is the frst to pull himself together.
RICHARD. Mrs Anderson : I am perfectly aware of the
nature of your sentiments towards me. I shall not intrude
on you. Good evening. [ Again he starts for the fireplace to
get his coat].
JUDITH [getting between him and the coat] No, no. Dont
go : please dont go.
RICHARD [roughly] Why? You dont want me here.
38 Three Plays for Puritans Act
JUDITH. Yes, I — [Wringing her hands in despair} Oh,
if I tell you the truth, you will use it to torment me.
RICHARD [indignantly} Torment ! What right have you
to say that ? Do you expect me to stay after that ?
JUDITH. I want you to stay ; but [suddenly raging at him
like an angry child} it is not because I like you.
RICHARD. Indeed !
JUDITH. Yes : I had rather you did go than mistake me
about that. I hate and dread you ; and my husband knows
it. If you are not here when he comes back, he will believe
that I disobeyed him and drove you away.
RICHARD [ironically} Whereas, of course, you have really
been so kind and hospitable and charming to me that I
only want to go away out of mere contrariness, eh ?
Judith, unable to bear it, sinks on tht chair and bursts into
tears.
RICHARD. Stop, stop, stop, I tell you. Dont do that.
[Putting his hand to his brtast as if to a wound} He wrung
my heart by being a man. Need you tear it by being a
woman? Has he not raised you above my insults, like
himself? [She stops crying, and recovers herself somewhat,
looking at him with a scared curiosity}. There : thats right.
[Sympathetically} Youre better now, arnt you? [He puts his
hand encouragingly on her shoulder. She instantly rises haughtily,
and stares at him dejiantly. He at once drops into his usual
sardonic tone}. Ah, thats better. You are yourself again :
so is Richard. Well, shall we go to tea like a quiet re-
spectable couple, and wait for your husband's return ?
JUDITH [rather ashamed of herself} If you please. I — -I
am sorry to have been so foolish. [She stoops to take Up the
plate of toast from the fender}.
RICHARD. I am sorry, for your sake, that I am — what
I am. Allow me. [He takes the plate from her and goes with
it to the table}.
JUDITH [following with the teapot} Will you sit down?
[He sits down at the end of the table nearest the press. There
is a plate and knife laid thert. 755* it for platt is laid near it;
Act II The Devil's Disciple 39
but Judith stays at the opposite end of the table ^ next the fire \
and takes her place there, drawing the tray towards her]. Do
you take sugar?
RICHARD. No; but plenty of milk. Let me give you
some toast. [He puts some on the second plate, and hands it to
hery with the knife. The action shews quietly how well he knows
that she has avoided her usual place so as to be as far from him
as possible].
JUDITH [consciously] Thanks. [She gives him his tea].
Wont you help yourself?
RICHARD. Thanks. [He puts a piece of toast on his own
plates and she pours out tea for her self \
JUDITH {observing that he tastes nothing] Dont you like
it? You are not eating anything.
RICHARD. Neither are you.
JUDITH [nervously] I never care much for my tea.
Please dont mind me.
RICHARD [looking dreamily round] I am thinking. It is all
so strange to me. I can see the beauty and peace of this
home : I think I have never been more at rest in my life
than at this moment ; and yet I know quite well 1 could
never live here. It's not in my nature, I suppose, to be
domesticated. But it's very beautiful : it's almost holy.
[He muses a moment, and then laughs softly],
JUDITH [quickly] Why do you laugh ?
RICHARD. I was thinking that if any stranger came in
here now, he would take us for man and wife.
JUDITH [taking offence] You mean, I suppose, that you
are more my age than he is.
RICHARD [staring at this unexpected turn] I never thought
of such a thing. [Sardonic again]. I see there is another
tide to domestic joy.
JUDITH [angrily] I would rather have a husband whom
everybody respects than — than —
RICHARD. Than the devil's disciple. You are right ;
but I daresay your love helps him to be a good man, just
as your hate helps me to be a bad one.
40 Three Plays for Puritans Act II
JUDITH. My husband has been very good to you. He
has forgiven you for insulting him, and is trying to save
you. Can you not forgive him for being so much better
than you are? How dare you belittle him by putting
yourself in his place ?
RICHARD. Did I?
JUDITH. Yes, you did. You said that if anybody came
in they would take us for man and — [She stops, terror-
s trie ken , as a squad of soldiers tramps past the window]. The
English soldiers ! Oh, what do they —
RICHARD [listening] Sh !
A VOICE [outside] Halt ! Four outside : two in with me.
Judith half rises, listening and looking with dilated eyes at
Richard, who takes up his cup prosaically, and it drinking his
tea when the latch goes up with a iharp click, and an English
sergeant walks into the room with two privates, who post them-
selves at the door. He comes promptly to the table between
them.
THE SERGEANT. Sorry to disturb you, mum. Duty!
Anthony Anderson : I arrest you in King George's name
as a rebel.
JUDITH [pointing at Richard] But that is not — [He looks
up quickly at her, with a face of iron. She stops her mouth
hastily with the hand she has raised ft indicate him, and stands
staring affrightedly].
THE SERGEANT. Come, ptrson : put your coat on and
come along.
RICHARD. Yes : I'll come. [He rises and talus a step
towards his own coat; then recollects himself, and, with his back
to the sergeant, moves his gaze slowly round the room without
turning his head until he sees Anderson*! black coat hanging up
on the press. He goes composedly to it; takes it down; and
puts it on. The idea of himself at a parson tickles him: he
looks down at the black sleeve on his arm, and then smiles slyly
at Judith, whose white face shews him that what she is painfully
struggling to grasp it not the humor of the situation but its
horror. He turns to the sergeant, who is approaching him witk
Act II The Devil's Disciple 41
a pair of handcuffs hidden behind him, and says lightly] Did
you ever arrest a man of my cloth before, Sergeant ?
THE SERGEANT [tnstincttvtly respectful, half to the black
coat, half to Richards good breeding] Well, no sir. At least,
only an army chaplain. [Shewing the handcuffs]. I'm sorry
sir; but duty —
RICHARD. Just so, Sergeant. Well, I'm not ashamed of
them : thank you kindly for the apology. [He holds out hit
hands],
SERGEANT [not availing himself of the offer] One gentleman
to another, sir. Wouldnt you like to say a word to your
missis, sir, before you go ?
RICHARD [smiling] Oh, we shall meet again before —
eh? [meaning "before you hang me"].
SERGEANT [loudly, with ostentatious cheerfulness] Oh, of
course, of course. No call for the lady to distress herself.
Still — [in a lower voice, intended for Richard alone] your
last chance, sir.
They look at one another significantly for a moment. Then
Richard exhales a deep breath and turns towards Judith.
RICHARD [very distinctly] My love. [She looks at him,
pitiably pale, and tries to answer, but cannot — tries also to
come to him, but cannot trust herself to stand without the sup-
port of the table]. This gallant gentleman is good enough
to allow us a moment of leavetaking. [The sergeant retires
delicately and joins his men near the door]. He is trying to
spare you the truth ; but you had better know it. Are you
listening to me ? [She signifies assent]. Do you understand
that I am going to my death? [She signifies that she under-
stands]. Remember, you must find our friend who was
with us just now. Do you understand? [She signifies yes].
See that you get him safely out of harm's way. Dont for
your life let him know of my danger ; but if he finds it
out, tell him that he cannot save me : they would hang
him ; and they would not spare me. And tell him that I
am steadfast in my religion as he is in his, and that he may
depend on me to the death. [He turns to go, and meets thi
42 Three Plays for Puritans Act II
eye of the sergeant, who looks a little suspicious. He consider*
a moment^ and then, turning roguishly to Judith with something
if a smile breaking through his earnestness, says'] And now,
my dear, I am afraid the sergeant will not believe that you
love me like a wife unless you give one kiss before I go.
He approaches her and holds out his arms. She quits the
table and almost falls into them.
JUDITH [the words choking her] I ought to — it's murder —
RICHARD. No : only a kiss [softly to her] for his sake.
JUDITH. I cant. You must —
RICHARD [folding her in his arms with an impulse of com-
passion for her distress'} My poor girl !
Judith, with a sudden effort, throws her arms round him;
kisses him; and swoons away, dropping from his arms to the
ground as if the kiss had killed her.
RICHARD [going quickly to the sergeant] Now, Sergeant :
quick, before she comes to. The handcuffs. [He puts out
his hands].
SERGEANT [pocketing them] Never mind, sir: I'll trust
you. Youre a game one. You ought to a bin a soldier,
sir. Between them two, please. [The soldiers place them-
selves one before Richard and one behind him. The sergeant
opens the door].
RICHARD [taking a last look round him] Goodbye, wife :
goodbye, home. Muffle the drums, and quick march !
The sergeant signs to the leading soldier to march. They
file out quickly. ***************
* When Anderson returns from Mrs Dudgeon's, he is aston-
ished to find the room apparently empty and almost in darkness
except for the glow from the fire; for one of the candles has
burnt out, and the other is at its last flicker.
ANDERSON. Why, what on earth — ? [Calling} Judith,
Judith! [He listens: there is no answer]. Hm ! [He goes
to the cupboard; takes a candle from the drawer; lights it at
the flicker of the expiring one on the table; and looks wonder-
ingly at the untasted meal by its light. Then he sticks it in
the candlestick; takes off bis hat; and scratches his head, much
Act II The Devil's Disciple 43
pezzled. This action causes him to look at the floor for the
first time; and there he sees Judith lying motionless with her
eyes closed. He runs t* her and stoops beside her, lifting her
bead]. Judith.
JUDITH [waking; for her swoon has passed into the sleep of
exhaustion after suffering] Yes. Did you call ? Whats the
matter ?
ANDERSON. Ive just come in and found you lying here
with the candles burnt out and the tea poured out and
cold. What has happened ?
JUDITH [still astray] I dont know. Have I been asleep ?
I suppose — [ She stops blankly], I dont know.
ANDERSON [groaning'] Heaven forgive me, I left you alone
with that scoundrel. [Judith remembers. With an agonized
cry, she elutchei his shoulders and drags herself to her feet as he
rises with her. He clasps her tenderly in his arms]. My poor
pet!
JUDITH [frantically clinging to him] What shall I do ? Oh
iny God, what shall I do?
ANDERSON. Never mind, never mind, my dearest dear :
it was my fault. Come : youre safe now ; and youre not
hurt, are you ? [He takes his arms from her to see whether
she can stand]. There : thats right, thats right. If only you
are not hurt, nothing else matters.
JUDITH. No, no, no : I'm not hurt.
ANDERSON. Thank Heaven for that ! Come now : [lead-
ing her to the railed seat and making her sit down beside him]
sit down and rest : you can tell me about it to-morrow.
Or [misunderstanding her distress] you shall not tell me at
all if it worries you. There, there ! [Cheerfully] I'll make
you some fresh tea : that will set you up again. [He goet
to the table, and empties the teapot into the slop bowl].
JUDITH [in a strained tone] Tony.
ANDERSON. Yes, dear ?
JUDITH. Do you think we are only in a dream now?
ANDERSON [glancing round at her for a moment with a pang
of anxiety, though be goes on steadily and cheerfully putti?ig
44 Three Plays for Puritans Act II
fresh tea into the pot] Perhaps so, pet. But you may as well
dream a cup of tea when youre about it.
JUDITH. Oh stop, stop. You dont know — [Distracted,
she buries her face in her knotted hands}.
ANDERSON [breaking down and coming to her} My dear,
what is it? I cant bear it any longer: you must tell me.
It was all my fault : I was mad to trust him.
JUDITH. No : dont say that. You mustnt say that. He
— oh no, no : I cant. Tony : dont speak to me. Take
my hands — both my hands. [He takes them, wondering].
Make me think of you, not of him. There's danger, fright-
ful danger ; but it is your danger ; and I cant keep thinking
of it : I cant, I cant : my mind goes back to his danger. He
must be saved — no: you must be saved: you, you, you.
[She springs up as if to do something or go somewhere, exclaim-
ing'] Oh, Heaven help me !
ANDERSON [keeping his seat and holding her hands with
resolute composure] Calmly, calmly, my pet. Youre quite
distracted.
JUDITH. I may well be. I dont know what to do. I
dont know what to do. [Tearing her hands away]. I must
save him. [Anderson rises in alarm as she runs wildly to the
door. It is opened in her face by Essie, who hurries in full of
anxiety. The surprise is so disagreeable to Judith that it
brings her to her senses. Her tone is sharp and angry as she
demands] What do you want ?
ESSIE. I was to come to you.
ANDERSON. Who told you to?
ESSIE [staring at him, as if his presence astonished her] Are
you here?
JUDITH. Of course. Dont be foolish, child.
ANDERSON. Gently, dearest : youll frighten her. [Going
between them]. Come here, Essie. [She comes to him].
Who sent you ?
ESSIE. Dick. He sent me word by a soldier. I was to
ome here at once and do whatever Mrs Anderson told me.
ANDERSON [enlightened] A soldier ! Ah, I see it all now !
Act II The Devil's Disciple 45
They have arrested Richard. [Judith makes a gesture of
despair]. •
•SSIE. No. I asked the soldier. Dick's safe. But the
soldier said you had been taken.
ANDERSON. I! [Bewi Idered, he turns to Judith for an
explanation],
JUDITH [coaxingly] All right, dear : I understand. [To
Essie] Thank you, Essie, for coming ; but I dont need
you now. You may go home.
ESSIE [suspicious] Are you sure Dick has not been touched ?
Perhaps he told the soldier to say it was the minister.
[Anxiously] Mrs Anderson : do you think it can have been
that?
ANDERSON. Tell her the truth if it is so, Judith. She
will learn it from the first neighbor she meets in the
street. [Judith turns away and covers her eyes with her
hands],
ESSIE [wailing] But what will they do to him? Oh,
what will they do to him? Will they hang him? [Judith
shudders convulsively, and throws herself into the chair in which
Richard sat at the tea table].
ANDERSON [patting Essieys shoulder and trying to comfort
her] I hope not. I hope not. Perhaps if youre very quiet
and patient, we may be able to help him in some way.
ESSIE. Yes — help him — yes, yes, yes. I'll be good.
ANDERSON. I must go to him at once, Judith.
JUDITH [springing up] Oh no. You must go away — far
away, to some place of safety.
ANDERSON. Pooh !
JUDITH [passionately] Do you want to kill me ? Do you
think I can bear to live for days and days with every knock
at the door — every footstep — giving me a spasm of terror ?
to lie awake for nights and nights in an agony of dread,
listening for them to come and arrest you ?
ANDERSON. Do you think it would be better to know
that I had run away from my post at the first sign of
danger ?
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JUDITH [bitterly] Oh, you wont go. I know it. Youll
stay; and I shall go mad.
ANDERSON. My dear, your duty —
JUDITH [farcely} What do I care about my duryf
ANDERSON [shocked] Judith !
JUDITH. I am doing my duty. I am clinging to my duty.
My duty is to get you away, to save you, to leave him to
his fate [Essie utters a cry of distress and sinks on the chair
at the fire, sobbing silently}. My instinct is the same as hers
— to save him above all things, though it would be so
much better for him to die ! so much greater ! But I know
you will take your own way as he took it. I have no
power. [She sits down sullenly on the railed seat] I'm only
a woman : I can do nothing but sit here and suffer. Only,
tell him I tried to save you — that I did my best to save you.
ANDERSON. My dear, I am afraid he will be thinking
more of his own danger than of mine.
JUDITH. Stop ; or I shall hate you.
ANDERSON [remonstrating] Come, come, come ! How
am I to leave you if you talk like this? You are quite out
of your senses. [He turns to Essie} Essie.
ESSIE [eagerly rising and drying her eyes] Yes ?
ANDERSON. Just wait outside a moment, like a good girl :
Mrs Anderson is not well. [Essie looks doubtful}. Never
fear : I'll come to you presently ; and I'll go to Dick.
ESSIE. You are sure you will go to him ? [Whispering}.
You wont let her prevent you?
ANDERSON [smiling] No, no: it's all right. All right.
[She goes}. Thats a good girl. [He closes the door, and rf~
turns to Judith}.
JUDITH [seated — rigid] You are going to your death.
ANDERSON [quaintly} Then I shall go in my best coat,
dear. [He turns to the press, beginning to take off his coat].
Where — ? [He stares at the empty nail for a moment; then
looks quickly round to the fire; strides across to it; and lifts
Richarans coat}. Why, my dear, it seems that he has gone
in my best coat.
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JUDITH [still motionless] Yes.
ANDERSON. Did the soldiers make a mistake?
JUDITH. Yes : they made a mistake.
ANDERSON. He might have told them. Poor fellow, he
was too upset, I suppose.
JUDITH. Yes : he might have told them. So might I.
ANDERSON. Well, it's all very puzzling — almost funny.
It's curious how these little things strike us even in the
most — [He breaks of and begins putting on Richard's coat].
I'd better take him his own coat. I know what he'll say —
[imitating Richard's sardonic manner] "Anxious about my
soul, Pastor, and also about your best coat." Eh ?
JUDITH. Yes, that is just what he will say to yon.
[Vacantly] It doesnt matter : I shall never see either of
you again.
ANDERSON [rallying her] Oh pooh, pooh, pooh ! [He sits
down beside her]. Is this how you keep your promise that
I shant be ashamed of my brave wife ?
JUDITH. No : this is how I break it. I cannot keep my
promises to him : why should I keep my promises to you ?
ANDERSON. Dont speak so strangely, my love. It sounds
insincere to me. [She looks unutterable reproach at him]. Yes,
dear, nonsense is always insincere; and my dearest is talking
nonsense. Just nonsense. [Her face darkens into dumb ob-
stinacy. She stares straight before her, and does not look at him
again, absorbed in Richard's fate. He scans her face; sees that
his rallying has produced no effect; and gives it up, making nt
further effort to conceal his anxiety], I wish I knew what hat
frightened you so. Was there a struggle? Did he fight?
JUDITH. No. He smiled.
ANDERSON. Did he realise his danger, do you think?
JUDITH. He realised yours.
ANDERSON. Mine !
JUDITH [monotonously'] He said "See that you get him
safely out of harm's way." I promised : I cant keep my
promise. He said, " Dont for your life let him know of
oiy danger." Ive told you of it. He said that if you found
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it out, you could not save him — that they will hang him
and not spare you.
ANDERSON [rising in generous indignation] And you think
that I will let a man with that much good in him die like
a dog, when a few words might make him die like a Chris-
dan. I'm ashamed of you, Judith.
JUDITH. He will be steadfast in his religion as you are
in yours ; and you may depend on him to the death. He
said so.
ANDERSON. God forgive him! What else did he say?
JUDITH. He said goodbye.
ANDERSON [fidgeting nervously to and fro in great concern]
Poor fellow, poor fellow ! You said goodbye to him in all
kindness and charity, Judith, I hope.
JUDITH. I kissed him.
ANDERSON. What ! Judith !
JUDITH. Are you angry?
ANDERSON. No, no. You were right : you were right.
Poor fellow, poor fellow ! [Greatly distressed] To be
hanged like that at his age ! And then did they take him
away ?
JUDITH [wearily] Then you were here: thats the next
thing I remember. I suppose I fainted. Now bid me
goodbye, Tony. Perhaps I shall faint again. I wish I
could die.
ANDERSON. No, no, my dear: you must pull yourself
together and be sensible. I am in no danger — not the
least in the world.
JUDITH [solemnly] You are going to your death, Tony —
your sure death, if God will let innocent men be mur-
dered. They will not let you see him : they will arrest
you the moment you give your name. It was for you the
soldiers came.
ANDERSON [thunderstruck] For me!!! [His fists c line hi
his neck thickens; his face reddens; the fie shy purses under his
eyes become injected with hot blood; the man of peace vanishes,
transfigured into a choleric and formidable man of war. Still,
Act II The Devil's Disciple 49
she does not come out of her absorption to look at him: her eyes
are steadfast with a mechanical reflection of Richard's stead-
fastness].
JUDITH. He took your place : he is dying to save you.
That is why he went in your coat. That is why I kissed
him.
ANDERSON [exploding] Blood an' owns ! [His voice is rough
and dominant, his gesture full of brute energy}. Here ! Essie,
Essie !
ESSIE [running in] Yes.
ANDERSON [impetuously] Off with you as hard as you can
run, to the inn. Tell them to saddle the fastest and strong-
est horse they have [Judith rises breathless, and stares at him
incredulously] — the chestnut mare, if she's fresh — without
a moment's delay. Go into the stable yard and tell the
black man there that I'll give him a silver dollar if the
horse is waiting for me when I come, and that I am close
on your heels. Away with you. [His energy sends Essie
flying from the room. He pounces on his riding boots; rushes
with them to the chair at the f re; and begins pulling them on}.
JUDITH [unable to believe such a thing of him] You are
not going to him !
ANDERSON [busy with the boots] Going to him ! What
good would that do? [Growling to himself as he gets the first
boot on with a wrench] I'll go to them, so I will. [To Judith
peremptorily] Get me the pistols : I want them. And
money, money: I want money — all the money in the
house. [He stoops over the other boot, grumbling] A great
satisfaction it would be to him to have my company on
the gallows. [He pulls on the boot].
JUDITH. You are deserting him, then?
ANDERSON. Hold your tongue, woman ; and get me the
pistols. [She goes to the press and takes from it a leather belt
with two pistols, a powder horn, and a bag of bullets attached
to it. She throws it on the table. Then she unlocks a drawer
in the press and takes out a purse. Anderson grabs the belt and
buckles it on, saying] If they took him for me in my coat.
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perhaps thcyll take me for him in his. [Hitching the belt
into its place] Do I look like him ?
JUDITH [turning with the purse in her hand} Horribly un-
like him.
ANDERSON [snatching the purse from her and emptying it on
the table} Hm ! We shall see.
JUDITH [sitting down helplessly] Is it of any use to pray,
do you think, Tony ?
ANDERSON [counting the money} Pray! Can we pray
Swindon's rope off Richard's neck ?
JUDITH. God may soften Major Swindon's heart.
ANDERSON [contemptuously — pocketing a handful of money}
Let him, then. I am not God ; and I must go to work
another way. [Judith gasps at the blasphemy. He throws the
purse on the table}. Keep that. Ive taken 25 dollars.
JUDITH. Have you forgotten even that you are a minister ?
ANDERSON. Minister be — faugh ! My hat : wheres my
hat? [He snatches up hat and cloak, and puts both on in hot
haste}. Now listen, you. If you can get a word with
him by pretending youre his wife, tell him to hold his
tongue until morning : that will give me all the start I
need.
JUDITH [solemnly] You may depend on him to the
death.
ANDERSON. Youre a fool, a fool, Judith. [For a moment
checking the torrent of his haste, and speaking with something
of his old quiet and impressive conviction} You dont know the
man youre married to. [Essie returns. He swoops at her at
once]. Well : is the horse ready ?
ESSIE [breathless] It will be ready when you come.
ANDERSON. Good. [He makes for the door}.
JUDITH [rising and stretching out her arms after him invol-
untarily} Wont you say goodbye ?
ANDERSON. And waste another half minute! Psha! [He
rushes out like an avalanche}.
ESSIE [hurrying to Judith} He has gone to save Richard,
hasnt he?
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JUDITH. To save Richard ! No: Richard has saved him.
He has gone to save himself. Richard must die.
Essie screams with terror and falls on her knees, hiding her
face. Judith, without heeding her, looks rigidly straight in
front of her, at tfx vision of Richard, dying.
ACT HI
Early next morning thi sergeant, at tht British headquarters
\n the Town Hall, unlocks the door of a little empty panelled
waiting room, and invites Judith to enter. She has had a bad
night, probably a rather delirious one; for even in the reality
of the raw morning, her fixed gaze comes back at moments
when her attention is not strongly held.
The sergeant considers that her feelings do her credit, and
is sympathetic in an encouraging military way. Being a fine
figure of a man, vain of his uniform and of his rank, he feels
specially qualified, in a respectful way, to console her.
SERGEANT. You can have a quiet word with him here,
mum.
JUDITH. Shall I have long to wait ?
SERGEANT. No, mum, not a minute. We kep him in
the Bridewell for the night ; and he's just been brought
over here for the court martial. Dont fret, mum : he slep
like a child, and has made a rare good breakfast.
JUDITH [incredulously} He is in good spirits !
SERGEANT. Tip top, mum. The chaplain looked in to
see him last night; and he won seventeen shillings off
him at spoil five. He spent it among us like the gentle-
man he is. Duty's duty, mum, of course ; but yourc among
friends here. [The tramp of a couple of soldiers is heard
approaching}. There : I think he's coming. [Richard comes
in, without a sign of care or captivity in his bearing. Tht
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sergeant nodi to the two soldiers, and thews them the key of
the room in his hand. They withdraw}. Your good lady, sir.
RICHARD [going to her} What ! My wife. My adored
one. [He takes her hand and kisses it with a perverse, raffish
gallantry}. How long do you allow a brokenhearted hus-
band for leave-taking, Sergeant?
SERGEANT. As long as we can, sir. We shall not disturb
you till the court sits.
RICHARD. But it has struck the hour.
SERGEANT. So it has, sir ; but there's a delay. General
Burgoyne's just arrived — Gentlemanly Johnny we call
him, sir — and he wont have done finding fault with every-
thing this side of half past. I know him, sir: I served
with him in Portugal. You may count on twenty minutes,
sir ; and by your leave I wont waste any more of them.
[He goes out, locking the door. Richard immediately drops his
raffish manner and turns to Judith with considerate sincerity].
RICHARD. Mrs Anderson : this visit is very kind of you.
And how are you after last night? I had to leave you
before you recovered ; but I sent word to Essie to go and
look after you. Did she understand the message ?
JUDITH [breathless and urgent} Oh, dont think of me :
I havnt come here to talk about myself. Are they going
to — to — [meaning " to hang you"] ?
RICHARD [whimsically] At noon, punctually. At least,
that was when they disposed of Uncle Peter. [ She shudders}.
Is your husband safe ? Is he on the wing?
JUDITH. He is no longer my husband.
RICHARD [opening his eyes wide} Eh ?
JUDITH. I disobeyed you. I told him everything. I er-
pected him to come here and save you. I wanted him to
come here and save you. He ran away instead.
RICHARD. Well, thats what I meant him to do. What
good would his staying have done ? Theyd only have hanged
us both.
JUDITH [with reproachful earnestness] Richard Dudgeon :
on your honour, what would you have done in his place ?
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RICHARD. Exactly what he has done, of course.
JUDITH. Oh, why will you not be simple with me —
honest and straightforward? If you are so selfish as that,
why did you let them take you last night ?
RICHARD [gaily] Upon my life, Mrs Anderson, I dont
know. Ive been asking myself that question ever since ; and
I can find no manner of reason for acting as I did.
JUDITH. You know you did it for his sake, believing he
was a more worthy man than yourself.
RICHARD [laughing] Oho ! No : thats a very pretty reason,
I must say ; but I'm not so modest as that. No : it wasnt
for his sake.
JUDITH [after a pause, during which she looks shamefacedly at
him, blushing painfully] Was it for my sake ?
RICHARD [gallantly] Well, you had a hand in it. It must
have been a little for your sake. You let them take me, at
all events.
JUDITH. Oh, do you think I have not been telling myseli
that all night ? Your death will be at my door. [Impulsively,
she gives him her hand, and adds, with intense earnestness] If 1
could save you as you saved him, I would do it, no matter
how cruel the death was.
RICHARD [holding her hand ana smiling, but keeping her al-
most at arms length] I am very sure I shouldnt let you.
JUDITH. Dont you see that I can save you?
RICHARD. How ? By changing clothes with me, eh ?
JUDITH [disengaging her hand to touch his lips with if] Dont
[meaning " Dont jest"]. No : by telling the Court who you
really are.
RICHARD [frowning] No use : they wouldnt spare me
and it would spoil half his chance of escaping. They are
determined to cow us by making an example of somebody
on that gallows to-day. Well, let us cow them by showing
that we can stand by one another to the death. That is the
only force that can send Burgoyne back across the Atlantic
and make America a nation.
JUDITH [impatiently] Oh, what does all that matter?
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RICHARD [laughing] True : what does it matter ? what
does anything matter? You see, men have these strange
notions, Mrs Anderson ; and women see the folly of
them.
JUDITH. Women have to lose those they love through
them.
RICHARD. They can easily get fresh lovers.
JUDITH [revolted} Oh ! [Vehemently] Do you realise that
you are going to kill yourself?
RICHARD. The only man I have any right to kill, Mrs
Anderson. Dont be concerned : no woman will lose her
lover through my death. [Smiling'] Bless you, nobody cares
for me. Have you heard that my mother is dead ?
JUDITH. Dead!
RICHARD. Of heart disease — in the night. Her last word
to me was her curse : I dont think I could have borne her
blessing. My other relatives will not grieve much on my
account. Essie will cry for a day or two ; but I have provided
for her: I made my own will last night.
JUDITH [stonily, after a moment's silence] And I !
RICHARD [surprised] You?
JUDITH. Yes, I. Am I not to care at all ?
RICHARD \gaily and bluntly] Not a scrap. Oh, you ex-
pressed your feelings towards me very frankly yesterday.
What happened may have softened you for the moment ;
but believe me, Mrs Anderson, you dont like a bone in my
skin or a hair on my head. I shall be as good a riddance
at 12 to-day as I should have been at 12 yesterday.
JUDITH [her voice trembling] What can I do to shew you
that you are mistaken.
RICHARD. Dont trouble. 1*11 give you credit for liking me
a little better than you did. All I say is that my death will
not break your heart.
JUDITH [almost in a whisper] How do you know? [She
puts her hands on his shoulders and looks intently at him].
RICHARD [amazed — divining the truth] Mrs Anderson!
[The bell of the town clock strikes the quarter. He collects him-
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stiff and removes her hands, saying rather coldly) Excuse me:
they will be here for me presently. It is too late.
JUDITH. It is not too late. Call me as witness : they will
never kill you when they know how heroically you have
acted.
RICHARD [with some scorn] Indeed! But if I dont go
through with it, where will the heroism be ? I shall simply
have tricked them ; and theyll hang me for that like a dog.
Serve me right too !
JUDITH [wildly] Oh, I believe you want to die.
RICHARD [obstinately} No I dont.
JUDITH. Then why not try to save yourself? I implore
you — listen. You said just now that you saved him for
my sake — yes [clutching him as he recoils with a gesture of
denial] a little for my sake. Well, save yourself for my sake.
And I will go with you to the end of the world.
RICHARD [taking her by the wrists and holding her a little
way from him, looking steadily at her] Judith.
JUDITH [breathless — delighted at the name] Yes.
RICHARD. If I said — to please you — that I did what I
did ever so little for your sake, I lied as men always lie to
women. You know how much I have lived with worthless
men — aye, and worthless women too. Well, they could all
rise to some sort of goodness and kindness when they were
in love [the word love comes from him with true Puritan scorn].
That has taught me to set very little store by the goodress
that only comes out red hot. What I did last night, I did in
cold blood, caring not half so much for your husband, or [ruth-
lessly] for you [she droops, stricken] as I do for myself. I had
no motive and no interest : all I can tell you is that when
it came to the point whether I would take my neck out of
the noose and put another man's into it, I could not do it.
I dont know why not : I see myself as a fool for my pains ;
but I could not and I cannot. I have been brought up
standing by the law of my own nature ; and I may not go
against it, gallows or no gallows. [She has slowly raised her
hfad and is now looking full at him]. I should have done the
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same for any other man in the town, or any other man's wife.
[Releasing her] Do you understand that ?
JUDITH. Yes : you mean that you do not love me.
RICHARD [revolted — with fierce contempt] Is that all it
means to you ?
JUDITH. What more — what worse — can it mean to me ?
[ The sergeant knocks. The blow on the door jars on her heart].
Oh, one moment more. [She throws herself on her knees]. I
pray to you —
RICHARD. Hush ! [Calling] Come in. [The sergeant
unlocks the door and opens it. The guard is with him].
SERGEANT [coming in] Time's up, sir.
RICHARD. Quite ready, Sergeant. Now, my dear. [He
attempts to raise her].
JUDITH [clinging to him] Only one thing more — I entreat,
I implore you. Let me be present in the court. I have
seen Major Swindon : he said I should be allowed if you
asked it. You will ask it. It is my last request : I shall
never ask you anything again. [She clasps his knee]. I beg
and pray it of you.
RICHARD. If I do, will you be silent?
JUDITH. Yes.
RICHARD. You will keep faith?
JUDITH. I will keep — [She breaks down, sobbing].
RICHARD [taking her arm to lift her] Just : — her other arm,
Sergeant.
They go out, she sobbing convulsively, supported by the two
men.
Meanwhile, the Council Chamber is ready for the couri
martial. It is a large, lofty room, with a chair of state in the
middle under a tall canopy with a gilt crown, and maroon cur-
tains with the royal monogram G. R. In front of the chair it
a table, also draped in maroon, with a bell, a heavy inkstand,
and writing materials on it. Several chairs are set at the table.
The door is at the right hand of the occupant of the chair of state
when it has an occupant: at present it is empty. Major Swindon,
a pale, sandy-haired, very conscientious looking man ef about 45,
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tits at the end of the table with his back to the door, writing.
He is alone until the sergeant announces the General in a sub-
dued manner to hie h suggests that Gentlemanly Johnny has been
making his presence felt rather heavily.
SERGEANT. The General, sir.
Swindon rises hastily. The general comes in: the sergeant
goes out. General Burgoyne is 5 5, and very well preserved.
He is a man of fashion, gallant enough to have made a dis-
tinguished marriage by an elopement, witty enough to write success-
ful comedies, aristocratically-connected enough to have had oppor-
tunities of high military distinction. His eyes, large, brilliant,
apprehensive, and intelligent, are his most remarkable feature :
without them his fine nose and small mouth would suggest rather
more fastidiousness and less force than go to the making of a first
rate general. 'Just now the eyes art angry and tragic, and the
mouth and nostrils tense.
BURGOYNE. Major Swindon, I presume.
SWINDON. Yes. General Burgoyne, if I mistake not.
I They bow to one another ceremoniously]. I am glad to have the
support of your presence this morning. It is not particularly
lively business, hanging this poor devil of a minister.
BURGOYNK [throwing himself into S win dorfs chair] No, sir,
it is not. It is making too much of the fellow to execute
him : what more could you have done if he had been a
member of the Church of England ? Martyrdom, sir, is
what these people like : it is the only way in which a man
can become famous without ability. However, you have
committed us to hanging him ; and the sooner he is hanged
the better.
SWINDON. We have arranged it for 12 o'clock. Nothing
remains to be done except to try him.
BURGOYNE \looking at him with suppressed anger] Nothing
— except to save our own necks, perhaps. Have you
heard the news from Springtown ?
SWINDON. Nothing special. The latest reports arc
jatisfactory.
BURGOYNE [rising in amazement] Satisfactory, sir ! Satw-
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factory!! [He starts at him for a moment, and then adds,
with grim intensity] I am glad you take that view of them.
SWINDON [puzzled] Do I understand that in your
opinion —
BURGOYNE. I do not express my opinion. I never stoop
to that habit of profane language which unfortunately
coarsens our profession. If I did, sir, perhaps I should be
able to express my opinion of the news from Springtown
— the news which you [severely] have apparently not
heard. How soon do you get news from your supports
here ? — in the course of a month, eh ?
SWINDON [turning sulky] I suppose the reports have been
taken to you, sir, instead of to me. Is there anything
serious ?
BURGOYNE [taking a report from his pocket and holding It
up] Springtown's in the hands of the rebels. [He throws
the report on the table].
SWINDON [aghast] Since yesterday !
BURGOYNE. Since two o'clock this morning. Perhaps
we shall be in their hands before two o'clock to-morrow
morning. Have you thought of that ?
\SWINDON [confidently] As to that, General, the British
soldier will give a good account of himself.
BURGOYNE [bitterly] And therefore, I suppose, sir, the
British officer need not know his business : the British
soldier will get him out of all his blunders with the
bayonet. In future, sir, I must ask you to be a little less
generous with the blood of your men, and a little more
generous with your own brains.
SWINDON. I am sorry I cannot pretend to your intel-
lectual eminence, sir. I can only do my best, and rely on
the devotion of my countrymen.
BURGOYNE [suddenly becoming suavely sarcastic] May I ask
are you writing a melodrama, Major Swindon ?
SWINDON [flushing] No, sir.
BURGOYNE. What a pity! What a pity! [Dropping his
jartastic tone and facing him suddenly and seriously] Do you
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at all realize, sir, that we have nothing standing between
us and destruction but our own bluff and the shecpishness
of these colonists ? They arc men of the same English
stock as ourselves : six to one of us [repeating it emphatically]
sir to one, sir ; and nearly half our troops are Hessians,
Brunswickers, German dragoons, and Indians with scalping
knives. These are the countrymen on whose devotion you
rely ! Suppose the colonists find a leader ! Suppose the
news from Springtown should turn out to mean that they
have already found a leader ! What shall we do then ?
Eh?
SWINDON [sullenly] Our duty, sir, I presume.
BURGOYNE [again sarcastic — giving him up as a fool]
Quite so, quite so. Thank you, Major Swindon, thank
you. Now youve settled the question, sir — thrown a flood
of light on the situation. What a comfort to me to feel
that I have at my side so devoted and able an officer to
support me in this emergency ! I think, sir, it will prob-
ably relieve both our feelings if we proceed to hang this
dissenter without further delay [he strikes the bell] especially
as I am debarred by my principles from the customary
military vent for my feelings. [The sergeant appears],
Bring your man in.
SERGEANT. Yes, sif.
BURGOYNE. And mention to any officer you may meet
that the court cannot wait any longer for him.
SWINDON [keeping his temper with difficulty} The staff is
perfectly ready, sir. They have been waiting your con-
venience for fully half an hour. Perfectly ready, sir.
BURGOYNE [blandly] So am I. [Several officers come in
and take their seats. One of them sits at the end of the table
furthest from the door, and acts throughout as clerk to the court,
making notes of the proceedings. The uniforms are those of the
tyh, 20th, list, 24^, 47//5, tfrd, and fond British Infantry.
One officer is a Major General of the Royal Artillery. There
are also German officers of the Hessian Rifles, and of German
dragwn and Brunswicktr regiments]. Oh, good morning,
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gentlemen. Sorry to disturb you, I am sure. Very good
of you to spare us a few moments.
SWINDON. Will you preside, sir ?
BURGOYNB [becoming additionally polished, lofty, sarcastic
and urbane now that be is in public] No, sir : I feel my own
deficiencies too keenly to presume so far. If you will
kindly allow me, I will sit at the feet of Gamaliel. [He
takes the chair at the end of the table next the door, and motions
Swindon to the chair of state, waiting for him to be seated
before sitting down favttelf].
SWINDON [greatly annoyed] As you please, sir. I am only
trying to do my duty under excessively trying circum-
stances. [He takes his place in the chair of state].
Burgoyne, relaxing his studied demeanor for the moment,
sits down and begins to read the report with knitted brows and
careworn looks, reflecting on his desperate situation and Swindon's
uselessness. Richard is brought in. Judith walks beside him.
Two soldiers precede and two follow him, with the sergeant in
command. They cross the room to the wall opposite the door ;
but when Richard has just passed before the chair of state the
Sergeant stops him with a touch on the arm, and posts himself
behind him, at his elbow. Judith stands timidly at the wall.
The four soldiers place themselves in a squad near her.
BURGOYNE [looking up and seeing Judith] Who is that
woman ?
SERGEANT. Prisoner's wife, sir.
SWINDON [nervously] She begged me to allow her to be
present; and I thought —
BURGOYNE [completing the sentence for him ironically] You
thought it would be a pleasure for her. Quite so, quite so.
[Blandly] Give the lady a chair ; and make her thoroughly
comfortable.
The sergeant fetches a chair and places it near Richard.
JUDITH. Thank you, sir. [She sits down after an awe-
stricken curtsy to Burgoyne, which he acknowledges by a dig-
nified bend of his head].
SWINDON [to Richard, sharply] Your name, sir ?
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RICHARD [affable, but obstinate] Come : you dont mean
to say that youve brought me here without knowing who
I am?
SWINDON. As a matter of form, sir, give your name.
RICHARD. As a matter of form then, my name is Anthony
Anderson, Presbyterian minister in this town.
BURGOTNE [interested] Indeed ! Pray, Mr Anderson, what
do you gentlemen believe ?
RICHARD. I shall be happy to explain if time is allowed
me. I cannot undertake to complete your conversion in
less than a fortnight.
SWINDON [snubbing him} We are not here to discuss your
views.
BURGOYNE [with an elaborate bom to the unfortunate
Swindon] I stand rebuked.
SWINDON [embarrassed'] Oh, not you, I as —
BURGOYNE. Dont mention it. [ To Richard, very politely]
Any political views, Mr Anderson ?
RICHARD. I understand that that is just what we are
here to find out.
SWINDON [severely] Do you mean to deny that you are a
rebel?
RICHARD. I am an American, sir.
SWINDON. What do you expect me to think of that
speech, Mr Anderson ?
RICHARD. I never expect a soldier to think, sir.
Burgoyne is boundlessly delighted by this retort, which
almost reconciles him to the loss of America.
SWINDON. [whitening with anger] I advise you not to be
insolent, prisoner.
RICHARD. You cant help yourself, General. When you
make up your mind to hang a man, you put yourself at a
disadvantage with him. Why should I be civil to you ? I
may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.
SWINDON. You have no right to assume that the court
has made up its mind without a fair trial. And you will
please not address me as General. I am Major Swindoa.
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RICHARD. A thousand pardons. I thought I had the
honor of addressing Gentlemanly Johnny.
Sensation among the officers. The sergeant has a narrow
escape from a guffaw.
BURGOYNE [with extreme suavity] I believe I am Gentle-
manly Johnny, sir, at your service. My more intimate
friends call me General Burgoyne. [Richard bows with
perfect politeness]. You will understand, sir, I hope, since
you seem to be a gentleman and a man of some spirit in
spite of your calling, that if we should have the misfortune
to hang you, we shall do so as a mere matter of political
necessity and military duty, without any personal ill-feeling.
RICHARD. Oh, quite so. That makes all the difference
in the world, of course.
They all smile in spite of themselves ; and some if the
younger officers burst out laughing.
JUDITH [her dread and horror deepening at every one of 'these
jests and compliment '/] How can you ?
RICHARD. You promised to be silent.
BURGOYNE [to Judith, with studied courtesy] Believe me,
Madam, your husband is placing us under the greatest obli-
gation by taking this very disagreeable business so thoroughly
in the spirit of a gentleman. Sergeant : give Mr Anderson
a chair. [The sergeant does so. Richard sits down]. Now,
Major Swndon : we are waiting for you.
SWINUON. You are aware, I presume, Mr Anderson, of
your obligations as a subject of His Majesty King George
the Third.
RICHARD. I am aware, sir, that His Majesty King George
the Third is about to hang me because I object to Lord
North's robbing me.
SWINDON. That is a treasonable speech, sir.
RICHARD [briefly] Yes. I meant it to be.
BURG0YNE [strongly deprecating this line of defence, but
still polite] Dont you think, Mr Anderson, that this is
rather — if you will excuse the word — a vulgar line tc
take ? Why should you cry out robbery because of a stamp
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duty and a tea duty and so forth ? After all, it is the
essence of your position as a gentleman that you pay with
a good grace.
RICHARD. It is not the money, General. But to be
swindled by a pig-headed lunatic like King George —
SWINDON [scandalised] Chut, sir — silence !
SERGEANT [in stentorian tones, greatly shocked] Silence !
BURGOYNE [unruffled] Ah, that is another point of view.
My position does not allow of my going into that, except
in private. But [shrugging his shoulders] of course, Mr
Anderson, if you are determined to be hanged [Judith
flinches] there's nothing more to be said. An unusual
taste ! however [with a final shrug] — !
SWINDON [To Burgoyne] Shall we call witnesses?
RICHARD. What need is there of witnesses? If the
townspeople here had listened to me, you would have
found the streets barricaded, the houses loopholed, and
the people in arms to hold the town against you to the
last man. But you arrived, unfortunately, before we had
got out of the talking stage ; and then it was too late.
SWINDON [severely] Well, sir, we shall teach you and
your townspeople a lesson they will not forget. Have you
anything more to say ?
RICHARD. I think you might have the decency to treat
me as a prisoner of war, and shoot me like a man instead
of hanging me like a dog.
BURGOTNB [sympathetically] Now there, Mr Anderson, you
talk like a civilian, if you will excuse my saying so. Have
you any idea of the average marksmanship of the army of
His Majesty King George the Third ? If we make you up
a firing party, what will happen ? Half of them will miss
you : the rest will make a mess of the business and leave
you to the provo-marshal's pistol. Whereas we can hang
you in a perfectly workmanlike and agreeable way. [ Kindly]
Let me persuade you to be hanged, Mr Anderson ?
JUDITH [sick with horror] My God !
RICHARD [To Judith] Your promise! [Te Burgoyne]
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Thank you, General : that view of the case did not occur
to me before. To oblige you, I withdraw my objection to
the rope. Hang me, by all means.
BURGOYNE [smoothly] Will 12 o'clock suit you, Mr
Anderson ?
RICHARD. I shall be at your disposal then, General.
BURGOYNE [rising] Nothing more to be said, gentlemen.
[They all rise].
JUDITH [rushing to the table] Oh, you are not going to
murder a man like that, without a proper trial — without
thinking of what you are doing — without — [she cannot
find words']
RICHARD. Is this how you keep your promise ?
JUDITH. If I am not to speak, you must. Defend your-
self: save yourself: tell them the truth.
RICHARD [worriedly] I have told them truth enough to
hang me ten times over. If you say another word you will
risk other lives ; but you will not save mine.
BURGOYNE. My good lady, our only desire is to save un-
pleasantness. What satisfaction would it give you to have
a solemn fuss made, with my friend Swindon in a black cap
and so forth ? I am sure we are greatly indebted to the admir-
able tact and gentlemanly feeling shewn by your husband.
JUDITH [throwing the words in his face] Oh, you are mad.
Is it nothing to you what wicked thing you do if only you
do it like a gentleman ? Is it nothing to you whether you
are a murderer or not, if only you murder in a red coat?
[Desperately] You shall not hang him : that man is not
my husband.
The officers look at one another, and whisper : some of the
Germans asking their neighbors to explain what the woman had
said* Burgoyne, who has been visibly shaken by Judith* s re-
proach, recovers himself promptly at this new development.
Richard meanwhile raises his voice above the buzz.
RICHARD. I appeal to you, gentlemen, to put an end to
this. She will not believe that she cannot save me. Break
up the court
F
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BURGOYNE [/» a voice so quiet and firm that it restores silence
at once] One moment, Mr Anderson. One moment, gentle-
men. [He resumes his seat. Swindon and the officers follow his
example']. Let me understand you clearly, madam. Do you
mean that this gentleman is not your husband, or merely
— I wish to put this with all delicacy — that you are not
his wife ?
JUDITH. I dont know what you mean. I say that he is
not my husband — that my husband has escaped. This man
took his place to save him. Ask anyone in the town — send
out into the street for the first person you find there, and
bring him in as a witness. He will tell you that the prisoner
is not Anthony Anderson.
BURGOYNE [quietly, as before] Sergeant.
SERGEANT. Yes sir.
BURGOYNE. Go out into the street and bring in the first
townsman you see there.
SERGEANT [making for the door] Yes sir.
BURGOYNB [as the sergeant passes} The first clean, sober
townsman you see.
SERGEANT. Yes sir. [He goes out].
BURGOYNE. Sit down, Mr Anderson — if I may call you
so for the present. [Richard sits down]. Sit down, madam,
whilst we wait. Give the lady a newspaper.
RICHARD [indignantly] Shame !
BURGOYNE [keenly , with a half smile] If you are not her
husband, sir, the case is not a serious one — for her.
[Richard bitet his lip, silenced].
JUDITH [to Richard, as she returns to her seat] I couldnt
help it. [He shakes his head. She sits down],
BURGOYNB. You will understand of course, Mr Anderson,
that you must not build on this little incident. We arc
bound to make an example of somebody.
RICHARD. I quite understand. I suppose there's no use
in my explaining.
BURGOYNE. I think we should prefer independent testi-
mony, if you dont mind.
Act III The Devil's Disciple 67
The sergeant, with a packet of papers in his hand, return*
conducting Christy, who is much scared.
SERGEANT [giving Burgoyne the packet} Dispatches, sir.
Delivered by a corporal of the 33rd. Dead beat with hard
riding, sir.
Burgoyne opens the dispatches, and presently becomes absorbed
in them. They are so serious as to take his attention completely
from the court martial.
THE SERGEANT [to Christy] Now then. Attention ; and
take your hat off. [He posts himself in charge of Christy, who
stands on BurgoynSs side of the court].
RICHARD [in his usual bullying tone to Christy] Dont be
frightened, you fool : youre only wanted as a witness.
Theyre not going to hang you.
SWINDON. What's your name?
CHRISTY. Christy.
RICHARD [impatiently] Christopher Dudgeon, you blatant
idiot. Give your full name.
SWINDON. Be silent, prisoner. You must not prompt
the witness.
RICHARD. Very well. But I warn you youll get nothing
out of him unless you shake it out of him. He has been
too well brought up by a pious mother to have any sense
or manhood left in him.
BURGOYNE [springing up and speaking to the sergeant in a
startling voice] Where is the man who brought these?
SERGEANT. In the guard-room, sir.
Burgoyne goes out with a haste that sets the officers exchang-
ing looks.
SWINDON [to Christy] Do you know Anthony Anderson,
the Presbyterian minister?
CHRISTY. Of course I do [implying that Swindon must bt
an ass not to know it].
SWINDON. Is he here ?
CHRISTY [staring round] I dont know.
SWINDON. Do you see him?
CHRISTY. No.
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SWINDON. You seem to know the prisoner?
CHRISTY. Do you mean Dick ?
SWINDON. Which is Dick ?
CHRISTY [pointing to Richard] Him.
SWINDON. What is his name ?
CHRISTY. Dick.
RICHARD. Answer properly, you jumping jackass. What
do they know about Dick?
CHRISTY. Well, you are Dick, aint you? What am I
to say?
SWINDON. Address me, sir; and do you, prisoner, be
silent. Tell us who the prisoner is.
CHRISTY. He's my brother Dick — Richard — Richard
Dudgeon.
SWINDON. Your brother !
CHRISTY. Yes.
SWINDON. You are sure he is not Anderson.
CHRISTY. Who?
RICHARD [exasperatedly] Me, me, me, you —
SWINDON. Silence, sir.
SERGEANT [shouting] Silence.
RICHARD [impatiently] Yah! [To Christy] He wants to
know am I Minister Anderson. Tell him, and stop grin-
ning like a zany.
CHRISTY [grinning more than ever] You Pastor Anderson !
[To Swindori\ Why, Mr Anderson's a minister — a very
good man ; and Dick's a bad character : the respectable
people wont speak to him. He's the bad brother : I'm the
good one. [ The officers laugh outright. The soldiers grin\
SWINDON. Who arrested this man ?
SERGEANT. I did, sir. I found him in the minister's
house, sitting at tea with the lady with his coat off, quite
at home. If he isnt married to her, he ought to be.
SWINDON. Did he answer to the minister's name?
SERGEANT. Yes sir, but not to a minister's nature. You
ask the chaplain, sir.
•WIN DON \to Richard, thrtatgningly] So, sir, you have
Act in The Devil's Disciple 69
attempted to cheat us. And your name is Richard
Dudgeon ?
RICHARD. Youve found it out at last, have you ?
SWINDON. Dudgeon is a name well known to us, eh?
RICHARD. Yes : Peter Dudgeon, whom you murdered,
was my uncle.
SWINDON. Hm ! [He compresses his lips, and looks at
Richard with vindictive gravity]
CHRISTY. Are they going to hang you, Dick?
RICHARD. Yes. Get out : theyve done with you.
CHRISTY. And I may keep the china peacocks?
RICHARD [jumping up] Get out. Get out, you blither-
ing baboon, you. [Christy flies, panicstricken].
SWINDON [rising — all rise] Since you have taken the
minister's place, Richard Dudgeon, you shall go through
with it. The execution will take place at 12 o'clock as
arranged ; and unless Anderson surrenders before then,
you shall take his place on the gallows. Sergeant : take
your man out.
JUDITH [distracted] No, no —
SWINDON [fiercely, dreading a renewal of her entreaties]
Take that woman away.
RICHARD [springing across the table with a tiger-like bound,
and seizing Swindon by the throat] You infernal scoun-
drel—
The sergeant rushes to the rescue from one side, the soldiers
from the other. They seize Richard and drag him back to his
place. Swindon, who has been thrown supine on the table,
rises, arranging his stock. He is about to speak, when he is
anticipated by Burgoyne, who has just appeared at the door
with two papers in his hand: a white letter and a blue dis-
patch.
BURGOYNE [advancing to the table, elaborately cool] What
is this ? Whats happening ? Mr Anderson : I'm astonished
at you.
RICHARD. I am sorry I disturbed you, General. I merely
wanted to strangle your understrapper there. [Breaking
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out violently at Stvindtm] Why do you raise the devil in
me by bullying the woman like that ? You oatmeal faced
dog, I'd twist your cursed head off with the greatest satis-
faction. [He puts out his hands to the sergeant] Here :
handcuff me, will you; or I'll not undertake to keep, my
fingers off him.
The sergeant takes out a pair of handcuff's and looks to
Burgoyne for instructions.
BURGOYNE. Have you addressed profane language to the
lady, Major Swindon ?
IWINDON [very angry] No, sir, certainly not. That
question should not have been put to me. I ordered the
woman to be removed, as she was disorderly; and the
fellow sprang at me. Put away those handcuffs. I am
perfectly able to take care of myself.
RICHARD. Now you talk like a man, I have no quarrel
with you.
BURGOTNE. Mr Anderson —
SWINDON. His name is Dudgeon, sir, Richard Dudgeon.
He is an impostor.
BURGOYNE [brusquely] Nonsense, sir : you hanged Dud-
geon at Springtown.
RICHARD. It was my uncle, General.
BURGOYNB. Oh, your uncle. [To Swindon^ handsomely] I
beg your pardon, Major Swindon. [Swindon acknowledges
the apology itijffly. Burgoyne turns to Richard]. We are some-
what unfortunate in our relations with your family. Well,
Mr Dudgeon, what I wanted to ask you is this. Who
is [reading the name from the letter] William Maindeck
Parshottcr ?
RICHARD He is the Mayor of Springtown.
BURGOYNE. Is William — Maindeck and so on — a man
of his word ?
RICHARD. Is he selling you anything ?
BURGOYNE. No.
RICHARD. Then you may depend on him.
BURGOYNE. Thank you, Mr — 'm Dudgeon. By the way,
Act III The Devil's Disciple 71
since you are not Mr Anderson, do we still — eh, Major
Swindon ? [meaning " do we still bang him ? "]
RICHARD. The arrangements are unaltered, General.
BURGOYNE. Ah, indeed. I am sorry. Good morning, Mr
Dudgeon. Good morning, madam.
RICHARD [interrupting Judith almost fiercely as she is about
to make some wild appeal^ and taking her arm resolutely] Not
one word more. Come.
Sht looks imploringly at him, but is overborne by his deter-
mination. They are marched out by the four soldiers : the sergeant,
very sulky, walking between Swindon and Richard, whom he
watches as if he were a dangerous animal.
BURGOYNE. Gentlemen: we need not detain you. Major
Swindon: a word with you. [The officers go out. Burgoyne
waits with unruffled serenity until the last of them disappears.
Then he becomes very grave, and addresses Swindon for the first
time without his title]. Swindon : do you know what this is
[shewing him the letter] ?
SWINDON. What?
BURGOYNE. A demand for a safe-conduct for an officer of
their militia to come here and arrange terms with us.
SWINDON. Oh, they are giving in.
BURGOYNE. They add that they are sending the man who
raised Springtown last night and drove us out ; so that we
may know that we are dealing with an officer of importance.
SWINDON. Pooh !
BURGOYNE. He will be fully empowered to arrange the
terms of — guess what.
SWINDON. Their surrender, I hope.
BURGOYNE. No: our evacuation of the town. They offer
us just six hours to clear out.
SWINDON. What monstrous impudence !
BURGOYNE. What shall we do, eh ?
SWINDON. March on Springtown and strike a decisive
blow at once.
BURGOYNE [quittly] Hm ! [Turning to the door] Come to
the adjutant's office.
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SWINDON. What for?
BURGOYNE. To write out that safe-conduct. [He puts hi*
hand to the door knob to open it]
SWINDON [who has not budged] General Burgoyne.
BURGOYNE [returning] Sir?
SWINDON. It is my duty to tell you, sir, that I do not
consider the threats of a mob of rebellious tradesmen a suffi-
cient reason for our giving way.
BURGOYNE [imperturbable] Suppose I resign my command
to you, what will you do ?
SWINDON. I will undertake to do what we have marched
south from Quebec to do, and what General Howe has
marched north from New York to do: effect a junction at
Albany and wipe out the rebel army with our united forces.
BURGOYNE [enigmatically] And will you wipe out our
enemies in London, too?
SWINDON. In London ! What enemies ?
BURGOYNE [forcibly] Jobbery and snobbery, incompet-
ence and Red Tape. [He holds up the dispatch and adds, with
despair in his face and voice] I have just learnt, sir, that
General Howe is still in New York.
SWINDON [thunderstruck] Good God ! He has disobeyed
orders !
BURGOYNE [with sardonic calm] He has received no orders,
sir. Some gentleman in London forgot to dispatch them: he
was leaving town for his holiday, I believe. To avoid up-
setting his arrangements, England will lose her American
colonies ; and in a few days you and I will be at Saratoga
with 5,000 men to face 18,000 rebels in an impregnable
position.
SWINDON [appalled] Impossible ?
BURGOYNE [coldly] I beg your pardon !
SWINDON. I cant believe it ! What will History say ?
BURGOYNE. History, sir, will tell lies, as usual. Come: we
must send the safe-conduct. [He goes out]
SWINDON [following distractedly] My God, my God ! We
shall be wiped out.
Act III The Devil's Disciple 73
As noon approaches there is excitement in the market place.
The gallows which hangs there permanently for the terror of
evildoers, with such minor advertisers and examples of crime as
the pillory, the whipping post, and the stocks, has a new rope
attached, with the noose hitched up to one of the uprights, out of
reach of the boys. Its ladder, too, has been brought out and
placed in position by the town beadle, who stands by to guard it
from unauthorized climbing. The Websterbridge townsfolk are
present in force, and in high spirits; for the news has spread
that it is the devil's disciple and not the minister that King
George and his terrible general are about to hang: conse-
quently the execution can be enjoyed without any misgiving as to
its righteousness, or to the cowardice of allowing it to take place
without a struggle. There is even some fear of a disappointment
as midday approaches and the arrival of the beadle with the
ladder remains the only sign of preparation. But at last re-
assuring shouts of Here they come: Here they are, are heard;
and a company of soldiers with fxed bayonets, half British
infantry, half Hessians, tramp quickly into the middle of the
market place, driving the crowd to the sides.
THE SERGEANT. Halt. Front. Dress. [The soldiers change
their column into a square enclosing the gallows, their petty
officers, energetically led by the sergeant, hustling the persons
who find themselves inside the square out at the corners]. Now
then ! Out of it with you : out of it. Some o youll get
strung up yourselves presently. Form that square there,
will you, you damned Hoosians. No use talkin German
to them : talk to their toes with the butt ends of your
muskets: theyll understand that. Get out of it, will you.
[He comes upon Judith, standing near the gallows]. Now
then : youve no call here.
JUDITH. May I not stay? What harm am I doing?
SERGEANT. I want none of your argufying. You ought
to be ashamed of yourself, running to see a man hanged
thats not your husband. And he's no better than
yourself. I told my major he was a gentleman; and
then he goes and tries to strangle him, and calls his
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blessed Majesty a lunatic. So out of it with you, double
quick.
JUDITH. Will you take these two silver dollars and let
me stay ?
The sergeant, without an instant's hesitation, looks quickly
and furtively round as he shoots the money dexterously into his
pocket. Then he raises his voice in virtuous indignation.
THE SERGEANT. Me take money in the execution of my
duty ! Certainly not. Now I'll tell you what I'll do, to
teach you to corrupt the King's officer. I'll put you under
arrest until the execution's over. You just stand there;
and dont let me see you as much as move from that spot
until youre let. [With a swift wink at her he points to the
corner of the square behind the gallows on his right , and turns
noisily away, shouting] Now then, dress up and keep em
back, will you.
Cries of Hush and Silence are heard among the townsfolk;
and the sound of a military band, playing the Dead March from
Saul, is heard. The crowd becomes quiet at once; and the
sergeant and petty officers, hurrying to the back of the square,
with a few whispered orders and some stealthy hustling cause it
to open and admit the funeral procession, which is protected from
the crowd by a double fie of soldiers. First come Eurgoyne and
Swindon, who, on entering the square, glance with distaste at
the gallows, and avoid passing under it by wheeling a little to
the right and stationing themselves on that side. Then Mr
Erudenell, the chaplain, in his surplice, with his prayer book
open in his hand, walking beside Richard, who is moody and dis-
orderly. He walks doggedly through the gallows framework,
and posts himself a little in front of it. Behind him comes the
executioner, a stalwart soldier in his shirtsleeves. Following
him, two soldiers haul a light military waggon. Finally comes
the band, which posts itself at the back of the square, and fnishes
the Dead March. Judith, watching Richard painfully, steals
down to the gallows, and stands leaning against its right post.
During the conversation which follows, the two soldiers place the,
cart under the gallows, and stand by the shafts, which point back-
Act ill The Devil's Disciple 75
wards. The executioner takes a set of steps from the cart and
places it ready for the prisoner to mount. Then he climbs the
tall ladder which stands against the gallows, and cuts the string
by which the rope is hitched up; so that the noose drops dangling
over the fart, into which he steps as he descends.
RICHARD [with suppressed impatience^ to Brudenell] Look
here, sir : this is no place for a man of your profession.
Hadnt you better go away?
SWINDON. I appeal to you, prisoner, if you have any sense
of decency left, to listen to the ministrations of the chap-
lain, and pay due heed to the solemnity of the occasion.
THE CHAPLAIN [gently reproving Richard] Try to control
yourself, and submit to the divine will. [He lifts his book
to proceed with the service],
RICHARD. Answer for your own will, sir, and those of
your accomplices here [indicating Burgoyne and Swindon] :
I see little divinity about them or you. You talk to me of
Christianity when you are in the act of hanging your
enemies. Was there ever such blasphemous nonsense!
[To Swindon, more rudely] Youvc got up the solemnity of
the occasion, as you call it, to impress the people with
your own dignity — Handel's music and a clergyman to
make murder look like piety ! Do you suppose / am going
to help you ? Youve asked me to choose the rope because
you dont know your own trade well enough to shoot me
properly. Well, hang away and have done with it.
SWINDON [to the chaplain] Can you do nothing with him,
Mr Brudenell ?
CHAPLAIN. I will try, sir. [Beginning to read] Man that
is born of woman hath —
RICHARD [fixing his eyes on him] " Thou shalt not kill."
The book drops in BrudenelFs hands.
CHAPLAIN [confessing his embarrassment] What am I to
say, Mr Dudgeon ?
RICHARD. Let me alone, man, cant you ?
BURGOYNE [with extreme urbanity] I think, Mr Brudenell,
that as the usual professional observations seem to strike
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Mr Dudgeon as incongruous under the circumstances, you
had better omit them until — er— until Mr Dudgeon can
no longer be inconvenienced by them. [Brudenell, with a
drug, shuts his book and retires behind the gallows}. You
seem in a hurry, Mr Dudgeon.
RICHARD [with the horror of death upon him] Do you think
this is a pleasant sort of thing to be kept waiting for?
Youve made up your mind to commit murder : well, do
it and have done with it.
BURGOYNE. Mr Dudgeon : we are only doing this —
RICHARD. Because youre paid to do it.
SWINDON. You insolent — [he swallows his rage],
BURGOYNE [with much charm of manner} Ah, I am really
sorry that you should think that, Mr Dudgeon. If you
knew what my commission cost me, and what my pay is,
you would think better of me. I should be glad to part
from you on friendly terms.
RICHARD. Hark ye, General Burgoyne. If you think
that I like being hanged, youre mistaken. I dont like it ;
and I dont mean to pretend that I do. And if you think
I'm obliged to you for hanging me in a gentlemanly way,
youre wrong there too. I take the whole business in
devilish bad part ; and the only satisfaction I have in it
is that youll feel a good deal meaner than I'll look when
it's over. [He turns away, and is striding to the cart when
Judith advances and interposes with her arms stretched out to
him. Richard, feeling that a very little will upset his self-
possession, shrinks from her, crying] What are you doing
here ? This is no place for you. [She makes a gesture as if
to touch him. He recoils impatiently] No : go away, go away :
youll unnerve me. Take her away, will you.
JUDITH. Wont you bid me good-bye ?
RICHARD [allowing her to take his hand] Oh good-bye,
good-bye. Now go — go — quickly. [She clings to his
hand — will not be put off with so cold a last farewell — at
last, as he tries to disengage himself, throws herself on hit
breast in agony].
Act in The Devil's Disciple 77
SWINDON [angrily to the sergeant, who, alarmed at Judith's
movement, has come from the back of the square to pull her
back, and stopped irresolutely on finding that he is too late]
How is this? Why is she inside the lines?
SERGEANT [guiltily] I dunno, sir. She's that artful —
cant keep her away.
BURGOYNE. You were bribed.
SERGEANT [protesting] No, sir —
SWINDON [severely"] Fall back. [He obeys],
RICHARD [imploringly to those around him, and finally to
Burgoyne, as the least stolid of them] Take her away. Do
you think I want a woman near me now?
BURGOYNE [going to J ' udith and taking her hand] Here,
madam : you had better keep inside the lines ; but stand
here behind us ; and dont look.
Richard, with a great sobbing sigh of relief as she releases him
and turns to Burgoyne, flies for refuge to the cart and mounts
into it. The executioner takes off his coat and pinions him.
JUDITH [resisting Burgoyne quietly and drawing her hand
away] No : I must stay. I wont look. [She goes to the
right of the gallows. She tries to look at Richard, but turns
away with a frightful shudder, and falls on her knees in prayer.
Erudenell comes towards her from the back of the square].
BURGOYNE [nodding approvingly as she kneels] Ah, quite so.
Do not disturb her, Mr Brudenell : that will do very
nicely. [Brudenell nods also, and withdraws a little, watching
her sympathetic ally, Burgoyne resumes his former position, and
takes out a handsome gold chronometer]. Now then, are those
preparations made ? We must not detain Mr Dudgeon.
By this time Richard's hands are bound behind him ; and
the noose is round his neck. The two soldiers take the shaft of
the waggon, ready to pull it away. The executioner, standing
in the cart behind Richard, makes a sign to the sergeant.
SERGEANT [to Burgoyne] Ready, sir.
BURGOYNE. Have you anything more to say, Mr Dud-
geon ? It wants two minutes of twelve still.
RICHARD [in the strong voice of a man who has conquered
78 Three Plays for Puritans Act ill
the bitterness of death] Your watch is two minutes slow by
the town clock, which I can sec from here, General.
[ The town clock strikes the first stroke of twelve. Involuntarily
the people flinch at the sound, and a subdued groan breaks from
them]. Amen ! my life for the world's future !
ANDERSON \shouting as he rushes into the market place]
Amen ; and stop the execution. [He bursts through the line
of soldiers opposite Burgoyne, and rushes, panting, to the gallows].
I am Anthony Anderson, the man you want.
The crowd, intensely excited, listens with all its ears.
Judith, half rising, stares at him ; then lifts her hands like one
whose dearest prayer has been granted.
SWINDON. Indeed. Then you are just in time to take your
place on the gallows. Arrest him.
At a sign from the sergeant, two soldiers come forward tt
seize Anderson.
ANDERSON \thrusting a paper under Swindon's nose] There's
my safe-conduct, sir.
SWINDON [taken aback] Safe-conduct ! Are you — !
ANDERSON [emphatically] I am. [The two soldiers take
him by the elbows]. Tell these men to take their hands
off me.
SWINDON [to the men] Let him go.
SERGEANT. Fall back.
The two men return to their places. 7%e townsfolk raise a
cheer ; and begin to exchange exultant looks, with a presentiment
of triumph as they see their Pastor speaking with their enemies in
the gate.
ANDERSON [exhaling a deep breath of relief, and dabbing his
perspiring brow with his handkerchief] Thank God, I was in
time!
BURGOYNE [calm as ever, and still watch in hand] Ample
time, sir. Plenty of time. I should never dream of hanging
any gentleman by an American clock. [He puts up his watch].
ANDERSON. Yes : we are some minutes ahead of you al-
ready, General. Now tell them to take the rope from the
neck of that American citizen.
Act III The Devil's Disciple 79
BURGOYNE [to the executioner in the cart — very politely]
Kindly undo Mr Dudgeon.
The executioner takes the rope from Richard's neck, unties
bis hands, and helps him on with his coat.
JUDITH [stealing timidly to Anderson] Tony.
ANDERSON [putting his arm round her shoulders and banter-
ing her affectionately] Well, what do you think of your hus-
band now, eh? — eh? ? — eh? ? ?
JUDITH. I tm ashamed — [she hides her face against his
breast].
BURGOYNE [to Swindon] You look disappointed, Major
Swindon.
SWINDON. You look defeated, General Burgoyne.
BURGOYNE. I am, sir; and I am humane enough to be glad
of it. [Richard jumps down from the cart, Brudenell offering
his hand to help him, and runs to Anderson, whose left hand he
shakes heartily, the right being occupied by Judith]. By the
way, Mr Anderson, I do not quite understand. The safe-
conduct was for a commander of the militia. I understand
you are a — [He looks as pointedly as his good manners permit
at the riding boots, the pistols, and Richard's coat, and adds] —
a clergyman.
ANDERSON [between Judith and Richard] Sir : it is in the
hour of trial that a man finds his true profession. This foolish
young man [placing his hand on Richard's shoulder] boasted
himself the Devil's Disciple ; but when the hour of trial
came to him, he found that it was his destiny to suffer and
be faithful to the death. I thought myself a decent minister
of the gospel of peace ; but when the hour of trial came to
me, I found that it was my destiny to be a man of action,
and that my place was amid the thunder of the captains and
the shouting. So I am starting life at fifty as Captain An-
thony Anderson of the Springtown militia ; and the Devil's
Disciple here will start presently as the Reverend Richard
Dudgeon, and wag his pow in my old pulpit, and give good
advice to this silly sentimental little wife of mine [putting
his othtr hand on her shoulder. She steals a glance at Richard
8o Three Plays for Puritans Act ill
to see how the prospect pleases him]. Your mother told me,
Richard, that I should never have chosen Judith if I'd been
born for the ministry. I am afraid she was right; so, by your
leave, you may keep my coat and I'll keep yours.
RICHARD. Minister — I should say Captain. I have be-
haved like a fool.
JUDITH. Like a hero.
RICHARD. Much the same thing, perhaps. [With some
bitterness towards himself] But no : if I had been any good,
I should have done for you what you did for me, instead of
making a vain sacrifice.
ANDERSON. Not vain, my boy. It takes all sorts to make
a world — saints as well as soldiers. [Turning to Burgoyne]
And now, General, time presses ; and America is in a hurry.
Have you realized that though you may occupy towns and
win battles, you cannot conquer a nation?
BURGOYNE. My good sir, without a Conquest you cannot
have an aristocracy. Come and settle the matter at my
quarters.
ANDERSON. At your service, sir. [To Richard] See Judith
home for me, will you, my boy. [He hands her over to him],
Now, General. [He goes busily up the market place towards
the Town Hall, leaving Judith and Richard together. Burgoyne
follows him a step or two; then checks himself and turns tt
Richard].
BURGOYNB. Oh, by the way, Mr Dudgeon, F shall be glad
to see you at lunch at half-past one. [He pauses a moment,
and adds, with politely veiled slyness] Bring Mrs Anderson, if
she will be so good. [ To Swindon, who is fuming] Take it
quietly, Major Swindon: your friend the British soldier can
stand up to anything except the British War Office. [He
follows Anderson].
SERGEANT [to Swtndon] What orders, sir?
SWINDON [savagely] Orders ! What use are orders now ?
There's no army. Back to quarters; and be d — [He turns
on his heel and goes].
SERGEANT [pugnacious and patriotic, repudiating the idea oj
Act III The Devil's Disciple 81
defeat] 'Tention. Now then: cock up your chins, and shew
em you dont care a damn for em. Slope arms ! Fours !
Wheel ! Quick march !
The drum marks time with a tremendous bang; the band
strikes up British Grenadiers; and the Sergeant, Brudenell,
and the English troops march off defiantly to their quarters. The
townsfolk press in behind, and follow them up the market ', jtering
at them ; and the town band, a very primitive affair, brings up
the rear, playing Yankee Doodle. Essie, who comes in with them,
runs to Richard.
ESSIE. Oh, Dick !
RICHARD [good-humoredly, but wilfully] Now, now : come,
come ! I dont mind being hanged ; but I will not be cried
over.
ESSIE. No, I promise. I'll be good. [She tries to restrain
her tears, but cannot]. I — I want to see where the soldiers
are going to. [She goes a little way up the market, pretending
to look after the crowd\
JUDITH. Promise me you will never tell him.
RICHARD. Dont be afraid.
They shake hands on it.
ESSIE [calling to them] Theyre coming back. They want
you.
Jubilation in the market. The townsfolk surge back again
in wild enthusiasm with their band, and hoist Richard on theit
shoulders, cheering him.
NOTES TO THE DEVIL'S DISCIPLE
Burgoyne.
General John Burgoyne, who is presented in this play for
the first time (as far as I am aware) on the English stage, is
not a conventional stage soldier, but as faithful a portrait
as it is in the nature of stage portraits to be. His objection
to profane swearing is not borrowed from Mr Gilbert's
H.M.S. Pinafore: it is taken from the Code of Instructions
drawn up by himself for his officers when he introduced
Light Horse into the English army. His opinion that
English soldiers should be treated as thinking beings was no
doubt as unwelcome to the military authorities of his time,
when nothing was thought of ordering a soldier a thousand
lashes, as it will be to those modern victims of the flagel-
lation neurosis who are so anxious to revive that discredited
sport. His military reports are very clever as criticisms, and
are humane and enlightened within certain aristocratic
limits, best illustrated perhaps by his declaration, which
now sounds so curious, that he should blush to ask for pro-
motion on any other ground than that of family influence.
As a parliamentary candidate, Burgoyne took our common
expression " fighting an election " so very literally that he
led his supporters to the poll at Preston in 1768 with a
loaded pistol in each hand, and won the seat, though he
was fined £ 1000, and denounced by Junius, for the pistols.
It is only within quite recent years that any general
recognition has become possible for the feeling that led
Burgoyne, a professed enemy of oppression in India and
Notes 83
elsewhere, to accept his American command when so many
other officers threw up their commissions rather than serve
in a civil war against the Colonies. His biographer De
Fonblanque, writing in 1876, evidently regarded his posi-
tion as indefensible. Nowadays, it is sufficient to say that
Burgoyne was an Imperialist. He sympathized with the
colonists ; but when they proposed as a remedy the disrup-
tion of the Empire, he regarded that as a step backward
in civilization. As he put it to the House of Commons,
"while we remember that we are contending against
brothers and fellow subjects, we must also remember
that we are contending in this crisis for the fate of
the British Empire." Eightyfour years after his defeat, his
republican conquerors themselves engaged in a civil war
for the integrity of their Union. In 1885 the Whigs who
represented the anti-Burgoyne tradition of American Inde-
pendence in English politics, abandoned Gladstone and
made common cause with their political opponents in de-
fence of the Union between England and Ireland. Only
the other day England sent 200,000 men into the field south
of the equator to fight out the question whether South Africa
should develop as a Federation of British Colonies or as an
independent Afrikander United States. In all these cases
the Unionists who were detached from their parties were
called renegades, as Burgoyne was. That, of course, is only
one of the unfortunate consequences of the fact that man-
kind, being for the most part incapable of politics, accepts
vituperation as an easy and congenial substitute. Whether
Burgoyne or Washington, Lincoln or Davis, Gladstone or
Bright, Mr Chamberlain or Mr Leonard Courtney was in
the right will never be settled, because it will never be
possible to prove that the government of the victor has been
better for mankind than the government of the vanquished
would have been. It is true that the victors have no doubt
on the point ; but to the dramatist, that certainty of theirs
is only part of the human comedy. The American Unionist
is often a Separatist as to Ireland ; the English Unionist
84 The Devil's Disciple
often sympathizes with the Polish Home Ruler ; and both
English and American Unionists arc apt to be Disruption-
ists as regards that Imperial Ancient of Days, the Empire of
China. Both are Unionists concerning Canada, but with a
difference as to the precise application to it of the Monroe
doctrine. As for me, the dramatist, I smile, and lead the
conversation back to Burgoyne.
Burgoyne's surrender at Saratoga made him that occa-
sionally necessary part of our British system, a scapegoat.
The explanation of his defeat given in the play (p. 72) is
founded on a passage quoted by De Fonblanque from Fitz-
maurice's Life of Lord Shelburne, as follows : "Lord George
Germain, having among other peculiarities a particular dis-
like to be put out of his way on any occasion, had arranged
to call at his office on his way to the country to sign the
dispatches ; but as those addressed to Howe had not been
fair-copied, and he was not disposed to be balked of his
projected visit to Kent, they were not signed then and were
forgotten on his return home." These were the dispatches
instructing Sir William Howe, who was in New York, to
effect a junction at Albany with Burgoyne, who had marched
from Quebec for that purpose. Burgoyne got as far as Sara-
toga, where, failing the expected reinforcement, he was
hopelessly outnumbered, and his officers picked off, Boer
fashion, by the American farmer-sharpshooters. His own
collar was pierced by a bullet. The publicity of his defeat,
however, was more than compensated at home by the fact
that Lord George's trip to Kent had not been interfered
with, and that nobody knew about the oversight of the dis-
patch. The policy of the English Government and Court
for the next two years was simply concealment of Germain's
neglect. Burgoyne's demand for an inquiry was defeated in
the House of Commons by the court party ; and when he
at last obtained a committee, the king got rid of it by a pro-
rogation. When Burgoyne realized what had happened about
the instructions to Howe (the scene in which I have repre-
sented him as learning it before Saratoga is not historical:
.
Notes 85
the truth did not dawn on him until many months after-
wards) the king actually took advantage of his being a
prisoner of war in England on parole, and ordered him to
return to America into captivity. Burgoyne immediately
resigned all his appointments ; and this practically closed
his military career, though he was afterwards made Com-
mander of the Forces in Ireland for the purpose of banish-
ing him from parliament.
The episode illustrates the curious perversion of the
English sense of honor when the privileges and prestige of
the aristocracy are at stake. Mr Frank Harris said, after
the disastrous battle of Modder River, that the English,
having lost America a century ago because they preferred
George III, were quite prepared to lose South Africa to-day
because they preferred aristocratic commanders to success-
ful ones. Horace Walpolc, when the parliamentary recess
came at a critical period of the War of Independence, said
that the Lords could not be expected to lose their pheasant
shooting for the sake of America. In the working class, which,
like all classes, has its own official aristocracy, there is the
same reluctance to discredit an institution or to "do a man
out of his job." At bottom, of course, this apparently shame-
less sacrifice of great public interests to petty personal ones,
is simply the preference of the ordinary man for the things
he can feel and understand to the things that are beyond
his capacity. It is stupidity, not dishonesty.
Burgoyne fell a victim to this stupidity in two ways.
Not only was he thrown over, in spite of his high character
tnd distinguished services, to screen a court favorite who
had actually been cashiered for cowardice and misconduct
in the field fifteen years before ; but his peculiar critical
temperament and talent, artistic, satirical, rather histrionic,
and his fastidious delicacy of sentiment, his fine spirit and
humanity, were just the qualities to make him disliked by
stupid people because of their dread of ironic criticism. Long
after his death, Thackeray, who had an intense sense of
human character, but was typically stupid in valuing and
86 The Devil's Disciple
interpreting it, instinctively sneered at him and exulted in
his defeat. That sneer represents the common English atti-
tude towards the Burgoyne type. Every instance in which the
critical genius is defeated, and the stupid genius (for both
temperaments have their genius) "muddles through all
right," is popular in England. But Burgoyne's failure was
not the work of his own temperament, but of the stupid
temperament. What man could do under the circumstances
he did, and did handsomely and loftily. He fell, and his
ideal empire was dismembered, not through his own mis-
conduct, but because Sir George Germain overestimated the
importance of his Kentish holiday, and underestimated the
difficulty of conquering those remote and inferior creatures,
the colonists. And King George and the rest of the nation
agreed, on the whole, with Germain. It is a significant point
that in America, where Burgoyne was an enemy and an in-
vader, he was admired and praised. The climate there is no
doubt more favorable to intellectual vivacity.
I have described Burgoyne's temperament as rather his-
trionic ; and the reader will have observed that the Bur-
goyne of the Devil's Disciple is t man who plays his part
in life, and makes all its points, in the manner of a born
high comedian. If he had been killed at Saratoga, with all
his comedies unwritten, and his plan for turning As You
Like It into a Beggar's Opera unconceived, I should still
have painted the same picture of him on the strength of
his reply to the articles of capitulation proposed to him by
the victorious Gates (an Englishman). Here they are :
PROPOSITION.
i. General Burgoyne's army be-
ing reduced by repeated defeats, by
desertion, sickness, etc., their pro-
visions exhausted, their military
horses, tents and baggage taken or
destroyed, their retreat cut off, and
their camp invested, they can only
be allowed to surrender as prisoners
of war.
ANSWKK.
Lieut-General Burgoyne's army,
however reduced, will never admit
that their retreat is cut off whik
they have arms in their hands.
Notes
». The officers and soldiers may Noted,
keep the baggage belonging to them.
The Generals of the United State*
never permit individuals to be pil-
laged.
3. The troops under his Excel- Agreed,
lency General Burgoyne will be con-
ducted by the most convenient route
to New England, marching by easy
marches, and sufficiently provided
for by the way.
4. The officers will be admitted
on parole and will be treated with
the liberality customary in such
cases, so long as they, by proper be-
haviour, continue to deserve it j but
those who arc apprehended having
broke their parole, as some British
officers have done, must expect to
be close confined.
5. All public stores, artillery,
arms, ammunition, carriages, horses,
etc., etc., must be delivered to com-
missaries appointed to receive them.
6. These terms being agreed to
and signed, the troops under his
Excellency's, General Burgoyne's
command, may be drawn up in
their encampments, where they will
be ordered to ground their arms, and
may thereupon be marched to the
river-side on their way to Benning-
ton.
And, later on, " If General Gates does not mean to re-
cede from the 6th article, the treaty ends at once: the army
will to a man proceed to any act of desperation sooner than
submit to that article."
Here you have the man at his Burgoynest. Need I add
that he had his own way; and that when the actual cere-
mony of surrender came, he would have played poor General
Gates off the stage, had not that commander risen to the
occasion by handing him back his sword.
In connection with the reference to Indians with scalp-
There being no officer in this
army under, or capable of being
under, the description of breaking
parole, this article needs no answer
All public stores may be deliv-
ered, arms excepted.
This article is inadmissible in
any extremity. Sooner than this
army will consent to ground their
arms in their encampments, they
will rush on the enemy determined
to take no quarter.
88 The Devil's Disciple
ing knives, who, with the troops hired from Germany, made
up about half Burgoyne's force, I may cite the case of
Jane McCrea, betrothed to one of Burgoyne's officers. A
Wyandotte chief attached to Burgoyne's force was bringing
her to the British camp as a prisoner of war, when another
party of Indians, sent by her betrothed, claimed her.
The Wyandotte settled the dispute by killing her and
bringing her scalp to Burgoyne. Burgoync let the deed
pass. Possibly he feared that a massacre of whites on
the Canadian border by the Wyandottes would follow any
attempt at punishment. But his own proclamations had
threatened just what the savage chief executed.
BrudenclL
Brudenell is also a real person. At least, an artillery
chaplain of that name distinguished himself at Saratoga by
reading the burial service over Major Fraser under fire, and
by a quite readable adventure, chronicled, with exaggera-
tions, by Burgoyne, concerning Lady Harriet Acland.
Others have narrated how Lady Harriet's husband killed
himself in a duel, by falling with his head against a
pebble ; and how Lady Harriet then married the warrior
chaplain. All this, however, is a tissue of romantic lies,
though it has been repeated in print as authentic history
from generation to generation, even to the first edition of
this book. As a matter of fact, Major Acland died in his
bed of a cold shortly after his return to England; and
Lady Harriet remained a widow until her death in 1815.
The rest of the Devil's Disciple may have actually
occurred, like most stories invented by dramatists ; but I
cannot produce any documents. Major Swindon's name
is invented ; but the man, of course, is real. There are
dozens of him extant to this day.
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