Chapter 104

GAUNT, ARETHUSA, _afterwards_ PEW

ARETHUSA. Father, you believe in him; you do; I know you do.

GAUNT. Child, I am not given to be hasty. I will pray and sleep upon this matter. (_A knocking at the door_, _C._) Who knocks so late? (_He opens_.)

PEW (_entering_). Cap’n, shall I fetch the constable?

GAUNT. No.

PEW. No? Have ye killed him?

GAUNT. My man, I’ll see you into the road. (_He takes_ PEW _by the arm_, _and goes out with him_.)