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MAJOR
MOLINEUX
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CLERGYMAN
No one
will
dispute his claim.
(Shots and screams are heard. The
THREE WHITE INDIANS
rush across
the stage, chasing the
ENGLISH SOLDIER.)
ROBIN
I know those men, they're white men dressed
like savages. Why do they do it?
CLERGYMAN
ROBIN
It's just our boys carousing, Son.
We think a little terrorism
changes boys to men. The watch
will round them up, no doubt, before
they kill us.
I met a girl in scarlet
under the shadow of your church.
She invited us to spend the night,
And said my kinsman dwelt with her.
I think she lied.
CLERGYMAN
ROBIN
We mustn't leap
to rash conclusions. People tell
the truth sometimes. The Major might
consider himself fortunate
to have that woman for his friend.
The Church has often found her useful;
Once preachers had more status. We used
to brand such women with an
A;
sometimes we hanged them on the Common,
and told them they were damned, damned, damned.
We learn to dance to every wind now;
religion's in this world to stay.
I met a queer man in this street;
he had a little piping voice,
and looked me over like a tailor
smiling. When I asked about
my kinsman, Major Molineux,
he said,