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MAJOR MOLINEUX
ROBIN
to Greenough, and the Rattlesnake.
To Greenough!
You're a fighter.
MAN WITH MASK
ROBIN
I hate war, wars leave us where
they find us, don't they, Boy?
Let's talk about my health.
Where can
I find my kinsman?
MAN WITH MASK
He owned this house.
Men used to find him here all day,
before the storms disturbed his judgement.
He's out now ranging through the town,
looking for new accommodations.
Wait here. Youll meet him on his walk.
571
(Strides off singing)
Boy
ROBIN
The king is in his counting house;
we're counting up his money.
Why was that fellow's face half red now?
He's changing color.
I don't know.
He is someone out of Revelations–
Hell revolting on its jailers.
(THREE WHITE MEN
thinly disguised as Indians cross the stage.
They stagger as if they were drunk. One carries a bale marked
tea.)
FmsT INDIAN
The British thought we were the Deerfield
Indians all rouged up in war-paint.
SECOND INDIAN
They knew us. There'll be hell to pay.
THIRD INDIAN
The tea is boiling in Boston Harbor.
SECOND INDIAN
What about what we took away?