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MAJOR MOLINEUX
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Boy
Who are these people, Brother Robin?
We're in the dark and far from Deerfield. ·
ROBIN
We're in the city, Little Brother.
Things will go smoother when we find
our kinsman, Major Molineux.
Boy
Our kinsman isn't like these people.
He
is
a loyal gentleman.
ROBIN
We'll see. He swore he'd make my fortune,
and teach you Latin.
Boy
I
want something.
ROBIN
Let's see the city.
Boy
I
want a flintlock.
(A
MAN
enters from the right. H e wears a full gray periwig, a wide–
skirted coat of dark cloth and silk stockings rolled up above the knees.
He carries a polished cane which he digs angrily into the ground at
every step. ((Hem, hem," he says in a sepulchral voice as he walks
over to the barber shop.
Two BARBERS
appear, one with a razor and
the other with a bowl of suds.)
MAN
WITH
PERIWIG
Hem! Hem!
ROBIN
Good evening, honored sir.
Help us. We come from out of town.
MAN
WITH
PERIWIG
A
good face and a better shoulder!
Hem, hem!
I
see you're not from Boston.
We need good stock in Boston. You're lucky!
Meeting me here was providential.
I'm on the side of youth. Hem, hem!
I'll be your guiding lamp in Boston.
Where do you come from?