The End of the World, Act II

ACT II

As before, a little while after. The room is empty when the curtain goes up. SOLLERS runs in and paces    about, but stops short when he catches sight of a    pot dog on the mantlepiece.

Sollers

The pace it is coming down! - What to do now? -

My brain has stopt: it's like a clock that's fallen

Out of a window and broke all its cogs. -

Where's that old cider, Vine would have us pay

Twopence a glass for? Let's try how it smells:

Old Foxwhelp, and a humming stingo it is!

[To the pot dog]

Hullo, you! Whaty are you grinning at? -

I know!

There'll be no score against me for this drink!

Of that score! I've drunk it down for a week

With every gulp of cider, and every gulp

Was half the beauty it should have been, the score

So scratcht my swallowing throat, like a wasp in the drink!

And I need never have heeded it! -

Old grinning dog! You've seen me happy here;

And now, all's done! But do you know this too,

That I can break you now, and never called

To pay for you?        [Throwing the dog on the floor.]

I shall be savage soon!

We're leaving all this! - O, and it was so pleasant

Here, in here, of an evening. - Smash!

[He sweeps a lot of crockery on to the floor.]

It's all no good! Let's make a wreck of it all!

[Picking up a chair and swinging it.]

Damn me! Now I'm forgetting to drink, and soon

'Twill be too late. Where's there a mug not shivered?

[He goes to draw himself cider. MERRICK rushes in.]

Merrick

You at the barrels, too? Out of the road!

[He pushes SOLLERS away and spills his mug.]

Sollers

Go and kick out of door, you black donkey.

Merrick

Let me come at the vessel, will you?

[They wrestle savagely.]

SOllers

Keep off;

I'm the first here. Lap what you've spilt of mine.

Merrick

You with your chiselling and screw-driving,

Your wooden work, you bidding me, the man

Who hammers a meaning into red hot iron?

[VINE comes in slowly. He is weeping; the two wrestlers stop and stare at him, as he sits    down, and holds his head in his hands,    sobbing.]

Vine        O this is a cruel affair!

Sillers

Here's Vine crying!

Vine

I've seen the moon.

Merrick

The moon? 'Tisn't the moon

That's tumbling on us, but yon raging star.

What notion now is clotted in your head?

Vine

I've seen the moon; it has nigh broke my heart.

Sollers

Not the moon too jumping out of her ways?

Vine

No, no; - but going quietly and shining,

Pushing away a flimsy gentle cloud

That would drift smoky round her, fending it off

Wuth steady rounds of blue and yellow light.

It was not much to see. She was no more

Than a curved bit of silver rind. But I

Never before so noted her -

Sollers

What he said,

The dowser!

Merrick

Ay, about his yellowhammers.

Sollers

And there's a kind of stifle in the air

Already!

Merrick

It seems to me, my breathing goes

All hot down my windpipe, but as cider

Mulled and steaming travels down my swallow.

Sollers

And a queer racing through my ears of blood.

Herrick

I wonder, is the star come closer still?

Sollers

O, close, I know, and viciously heading down.

Vine

She was so silver! and the sun had left

A kind of tawny red, a dust of fine

Thin light upon the blue where she was lying, -

Just a curled paring of the moon, amid

The faint grey cloud that set the gleaming wheel

Around the tilted slip of shining silver.

O it did seem to me so safe and homely,

The moon quietly going about the earth;

It's a rare place we have to live in, here;

And life is such a comfortable thing -

And what's the sense of it all? Naught but to make

Cruel as may be the slaughtering of it.

Sollers

It beats my mind!

[He begins to walk up and down desparately.]

Merrick

'Twas bound to come sometime,

Bound to come, I suppose. 'Tis a poor thing

For us, to fall plumb in the chance of it;

But, now or another time, 'twas bound to be. -

I have been thinking back. When I was a lad

I was delighted with my life: there seemed

Naught but things to enjoy. Say we were bathing:

There'ld be the cool smell of the water, and cool

The splashing under the trees: but I did loathe

The sinking mud slithering round my feet,

And I did love to loathe it so! And then

We'ld troop to kill a wasp's nest; and for sure

I would be stung; and if I liked the dusk

And singing and the game of it all, I loved

The smart of the stings, and fleeing the buzzing furies.

And sometimes I'ld be looking at myself

Making so much of everything; there'ld seem

A part of me speaking about myself:

' You know, this is much more than being happy.

'Tis hunger of some power in you, that lives

On your heart's welcome for all sorts of luck,

But always looks beyond you for its meaning. '

And that's the way the world's kept going on,

I believe now. Misery and delight

Have both had liking welcome from it, both

Have made the world keen to be glad and sorry.

For why? It felt the living power thrive

The more it made everything, good and bad,

Its own belonging, forged to its own affair, -

The living power that would do wonders some day.

I don't know if you take me?

Sollers

I do, fine;

I've felt the very thought go through my mind

When I was at my wains; though 'twas a thing

Of such a flight I could not read its colour. -

Why was I like a man sworn to a thing

Working to have my wains in every curve,

Ay, every teneon, right and as they should be?

Not for myself, not even for those wains:

But to keep in me living at its best

The skill that must go forward and shape the world,

Helping it on to make some masterpiece.

Merrick

And never was there aught to come of it!

The world was always looking to use its life

In some great handsome way at last. And now -

We are just fooled. There never was any good

In the world going on or being at all.

The fine things life has plotted to do are worth

A rotten toadstool kickt to flying bits.

End of the World? Ay, and the end of a joke.

Vine

Well, Huff's the man for this turn.

Merrick

Ay, the good man!

He could but grunt when times were pleasant; now

There's misery enough to make him trumpet.

And yet, by God, he shan't come blowing his horn

Over my misery!

We are just fooled, did I say? - We fooled ourselves,

Looking for worth in what was still to come;

And now there'a a stop to our innings. Well, that's fair:

I've been a living man, and might have been

Nothing at all! I've had the world about me,

And felt it as my own concern. What else

Should I be crying for? I've had my turn.

The world may be for the sake of naught at last,

But it has been for my sake: I've had that.

[He sits again, and broods.]

Sollers

I can't stay here. I must be where my sight

May silence with its business all my thinking -

Though it will be the star plunged down so close

It puffs its flaming vengeance in my face.

[He goes.]

Vine

I wish there were someone who had done me wrong,

Like Huff with his wife and Shale; I wish there were

Somebody I would like to see go crazed

With staring fright. I'ld have my pleasure then

Of living on into the End of the World.

But there is no one at all for me, no one

Now my poor wife is gone.

Merrick

Why what did she

To harm you?

Vine

Didn't she marry me? - It's true

She made it come all right. She died at last.

Besides, it would be wasting wishes on her,

To be in hopes of her weeping at this.

She'ld have her hands on her hops and her tongue jumping

As nimble as a stoat, delighting round

The way the world's to be terrible and tormented. -

Ay, but I'll have a thing to tell her now

When she begins to ask the news! I'll say

' You've misst such a show as never was nor will be,

A roaring great affair of death and ruin;

And I was there - the world smasht to sparkles! '

O, I can see her vext at that!

[MERRICK has been sunk in thought during this, but VINE seems to brighten at this notion, and speaks quite cheerfully to HUFF, who now comes in, looking mopish, and sits down ]

Vine

We've all been envying you, Huff. You're well off,

You with your goodness and your enemies

Showing you how to relish it with their terror.

When do you mean the gibing is to start?

Huff

There's time enough.

Vine

O, do they still hold out?

If they should be for spiting you to the last!

You'ld best keep on at them: think out a list

Of frantic things for them to do, when air

Is scorching smother and the sin they did

Frightens their hearts. You'll shout them into fear,

I undertake, if you find breath enough.

Huff

You have the breath. What's all your pester for?

You leave me be.

Vine

Why, you're to do for me

What I can't do myself. - And yet it's hard

To make out where Shale hurt you. What's the sum

Of all he did to you? Got you quit of a marriage

Without the upset of a funeral.

Huff

Wyy need you blurt your rambling mind at me?

Let me bide quiet in my thought awhile,

And it's a little while we have for thought.

Merrick

I know your thought. Paddling round and around,

Like a squirrel working in a spinning cage

With his neck stretcht to have his chin poke up,

And silly feet busy and always going;

Paddling round the story of your good life,

Your small good life, and how the decent men

Have jeered at your wry antic.

Huff

My good life!

And what good has my goodness been to me?

You show me that! Somebody show me that!

A caterpillar munching a cabbage-heart,

Always drudging further and further from

The sounds and lights of the world, never abroad

Nor flying free in warmth and air sweet-smelling:

A crawling caterpillar, eating his life

In a deaf dark - that's my gain of goodness!

And it's too late to hatch out now! -

I can but fancy what I might have been;

I scarce know how to sin! - But I believe

A long while back I did come near to it.

Merrick

Well done! - O but I should have guesst all this!

Huff

I was in Droitwich; and the sight of the place

Is where they cook the brine: a long dark shed,

Hot as an oven, full of a grey steam

And ruddy light that leaks out of the furnace;

And stirring the troughs, ladling the brine that boils

As thick as treacle, a double standing row,

Women - boldly talking in wicked jokes

All day long. I went to see 'em. It was

A wonderful rousing sight. Not one of them

Was really wearing clothes: half of a sack

Pinned in an apron was enough for most,

And here and there might be a petticoat;

But nothing in the way of bodices -

O, they knew words to shame a carter's face!

Merrick

This is the thought you would be quiet in!

Huff

Where else can I be quiet? Now there's an end

Of daring, 'tis the one place my life has made

Where I may try to dare in thought. I mind,

When I stood in the midst of those bare women,

All at once, outburst with a rising buzz,

A mob of flying thoughts was wild in me:

Things I might do swarmed in my brain pell-mell,

Like a heap of flies kickt into humming cloud.

I beat them down; and now I cannot tell

For certain what they were. I can call up

Naught venturesome and darting like their style;

Very tame braveries now! - O Shale's the man

To smile upon the End of the World; 'tis Shale

Has lived the bold stiff fashion, and filled himself

With thinking pride in what a man may do. -

I wish I had seen those women more than once!

Vine

Well, here's an upside down! This is old Huff!

What have you been in your heart all these years?

The man you were or the new man you are?

Huff

Just a dead flesh!

Merrick

Nay, Huff the good man at least

Was something alive, though snarling like trapt vermin.

But this? What's this for the figure of a man?

'Tis a boy's smutty picture on a wall.

Huff

I was alive, was I? Like a blind bird

That flies and cannot see the flight it takes,

Feeling it with mere rowing of its wings.

But Shale - he's had a stirring sense of what he is.

[Shouting outside. Then SOLLERS walks in again, very quiet and steady. He stands in the middle, looking down on the floor ]

Vine

What do they holla for there?

Sollers

The earth.

Merrick

The earth?

Sollers

The earth's afire.

Huff

The earth blazing already?

[Shouts again.]

O, not so soon as this?

Vine

What sort of fire?

SOllers

The earth has caught the heat of the star, you fool.

Merrick

I know: there's come some dazzle in your eyes

From facing to the star; a lamp would do it.

Huff

It will be that. Your sight, being so strained,

Is flashing of itself.

Sollers

Way what you like.

There's a red flare out of the land beyond

Looking over the hills into our valley.

The thing's begun, 'tis certain. Go and see.

Vine

I won't see that. I will stay here.

Sollers

Ay, creep

Into your oven. You'll be cooler there. -

O my God, we'll all be coals in an hour!

[Shouts again.]

Huff

And I have naught to stand in my heart upright,

And vow it made my living time worth more

Than if my time had been death in a grave!

[Several persons run in.]

The Crown

1. The river's the place!

2.    The only safe place now!

3. Best all charge down to the river!

4.        For there's a blaze,

A travelling blaze comes racing along the earth.

Sollers

'Tis true. The air's red-hot above the hills.

The Crown

1. Ay, but he burning now crests the hill-tops

In quiver of yellow flame.

2.    And a great smoke

Waving and tumbling upward.

3.    The river now!

4. The only place we have, not be be roasted!

Merrick

And what will make us water-rats or otters,

To keep our breath still living through a dive

That lasts until the earth's burnt out? Or how

Would that trick serve, when we stand up to gasp,

And find the star waiting for our plunged heads

To knock them into pummy?

Vine

Scarce more dazed

I'ld be with that than now. I shall be bound,

When I'm to give my wife the tale of it all,

To be divising: more of this to-do

My mind won't carry.

Huff

O ashamed I am,

Ashamed! - It needn't have been downright fears,

Such as the braving men, the like of Shale,

Do easily, and smile, keeping them up.

If I could look back to one manful hour

Of romping in the face of all my goodness! -

[SHALE comes in, dragging Mrs HUFF by the hand.]

Shale

Huff! Where's Huff? - Huff, you must take her back!

You'll take her back? She's yours: I give her up.

Merrick

Belike here's something bold again.

Mrs Huff [to SHALE]

Once more,

Listen.

Shale

I will not listen. There's no time

For aught but giving you back where you belong;

And that's with you, Huff. Take her.

Huff

Here is depth

I cannot see to. Is it your last fling? -

The dolt I am in these things! - What's this way

You've found of living wickedly to the end?

Shale

Scorn as you please, but take her back, man, take her.

Huff

But she's my wife! Take her back now? What for?

Mrs Huff

What for? Have you not known of thieves that throw

Their robbery down, soon as they hear a step

Sounding behind them on the road, and run

A long way off, and pull an honest face?

Ay, see Shale's eyes practising baby-looks!

He never stole, not he!

Shale

Don't hear her talk.

Mrs Huff

But he was a talker once! Love was the thing;

And love, he swore, would make the wrong go right,

And Huff was a kind of devil - and that's true -

Huff

What? I've been devilish and never knew?

Mrs Huff

The devil in the world that hates all love.

But Shale said, he'd the love in him would hold

If the world's frame and the fate of men were crackt.

Shale

What I said!

Whoever thought the world was going to crack?

Mrs Huff

And now he hears someone move behind him. -

They'll say, perhaps, ' You stole this! ' - Down it goes,

Thrown to the ditry road - thrown to Huff!

Shale

Yes, to the owner.

Mrs Huff

It was not such brave thieving

You did not take me from my owner, Shale:

There's an old robber will do that some day,

Not you.

Vine

Were you thinking of me then, missis?

Mrs Huff [still to SHALE]

You found me lost in the dirt: I was with Huff.

You lifted me from there; and there again,

Like a frightened urchin, you're for throwing me.

Shale

Let it be that! I'm firm

Not to have you about me, when the thing,

Whatever it is, that's standing now behind

The burning of the world, comes out on us.

Huff

The way men cheat! This windle-stalk was he

Would hold a show of spirit for the world

To study while it ruined! - Make what you please

Of your short wrangle here, but leave me out.

I have my thoughts - O far enough from this.

[Turning away.]

Shale [seizing him]

You shall not put me off. I tell you, Huff,

You are to take her back now.

Huff

Take her back!

And what has she to do with what I want?

Shale

Isn't she yours? I must be quit of her;

I'll not be in the risk of keeping her.

She's yours!

Huff

And what's the good of her now to me?

What's the good of a woman whom I've married?

[During this, WARP the molecatcher has come in.]

Warp

Shale and Huff at their old pother again!

Merrick

The molecather!

Sollers

Warp, have you travelled far?

Is it through frenzy and ghastly crowds you've come?

Vine

Have you got dreadful things to tell us, Warp?

Warp

Why, no.

But seemingly you'ld have had news for me,

If I'd come later. Is Huff to murder Shale,

Or Shale for murdering Huff? One way or 'tother,

'Tis time 'twas settled surely. - Mrs Huff

They're neither of them worth you: here's your health.

[Draws and drinks.]

Huff

Where have you been? Are you not new from folk

That throng together in a pelting horror?

Warp

Do you think the whole land hearkens to the flurry

Of an old dog biting at a young dog's throat?

Merrick

No, no! Not their shrill yapping; you've not heard

The world's near to be blasted?

Warp

No mutter of it.

I am from walking the whole ground I trap,

And there's no likeness of it, but the moles

I've turned up dead and dried out of three counties.

Sollers

Why, but the fire that's eating the whole earth;

The breath of it is scarlet in the sky!

You must have seen that?

Warp

But what's taken you?

You are like boys that go to hunt for ghosts,

And turn the scuttle of rats to a roused demon

Crawling to shut the door of the barn they search.

Fire? Yes, fire is playing a pretty game

Yonder, and has its golden fun to itself,

Seemingly.

Sollers

You don't know what 'tis that burns?

Warp

Call me a mole and not a molecatcher

If I do not. It is a rick that burns;

And a strange thing I'll count it if the rick

Be not old Huff's.

Sollers

That flare a fired stack?

Huff

Only one of my ricks alight? O Glory?

There may be chance for me yet.

Merrick

Best take the train

To Droitwich, Huff.

Vine [at the door]

It would be like a stack,

But for the star.

Sollers [to WARP]

Yes, as you're so clever,

You can talk down maybe yon brandishing star!

Warp

O, 'tis the star has flickt your brains? Indeed,

The tail swings long enough to-night for that.

Well, look your best at it; 'tis off again

To go its rounds, they tell me, from now on;

And the next time it swaggers in our sky,

The moles a long while will have tired themsleves

Of having their easy joke with me.

[A pause.]

Merrick

You mean

The flight of the star is from us?

Sollers

But the world,

The whole world reckons on it battering us!

Warp

Who told you that?

Sollers

A dowser.

Merrick

Where's he gone?

Warp

A dowser! say a trampling conjurer.

You'll believe aught, if you believe a dowser.

Sollers

I had it in me to be doubting him.

Merrick

The noise you made was like that! But I knew

You'ld laugh at me, so sure you were the world

Would shiver like a bursting grindlestone:

Else I'ld have said out loud, 'twas a fool's whimsy.

Vine

Where are you now? What am I now to think?

Your minds run round in puzzles, like chased hares.

I cannot sight them.

Merrick

Think of going to bed.

Sollers

And dreaming prices for your pigs.

Merrick

O Warp,

You should have seen Vine crying! The moon, he said,

The silver moon! Just like an onion 'twas

To stir the water in his eyes.

Sollers

He's left

A puddle of his tears where he was droopt

Over the table.

Vine

There's to be no ruin? -

But what's the word of a molecatcher, to crow

So ringing over a dowser's word?

Warp

I'll tell you.

These dowsers live on lies: my trade's the truth.

I can read moles, and the way they've dug their journeys,

Where you'ld not see a wrinkle.

Vine

And he knows

The buried water.

Warp

There's always buried water,

If you prod deep enough. A dowser finds

Because the whole earth's floating, like a raft.

What does he know? A twitching in this thews;

A dog asleep knows that much. What I know

I've learnt, and if I'd learnt it wrong, I'ld starve.

And if I'm right about the grubbing moles,

Won't I be right for news of walking men?

Merrick

Of course you're right. Let's put the whole thing by,

And have a pleasant drink.

Shale [to Mrs HUFF]

You must be tired

With all this story. Shall we be off for home?

Huff

You brass! You don't go now with her! She's mine!

You gave her up.

Shale

And you made nothing of her.

[To Mrs Huff]

Come on.

Mrs Huff

Warp, will you do a thing for me?

Warp

A hundred things.

Mrs Huff

Then slap me these cur-dogs.

Warp

I will. Where will I slap them, and which first?

Mrs Huff

Maybe 'twill do if you but laugh at them.

Warp

I'll try for that; but they are not good jokes;

Though there's a kind of monkey-look about them.

Mrs Huff

They thinking I'ld be near one or the other

After this night! Will I be made no more

Than clay that children puddle to their minds,

Moulding it what they fancy? - Shale was brave:

He made a bogy and defied it, till

He frightened of his work and ran away.

But Huff! - Huff was for modelling wickedly.

Huff

Who told you that?

Mrs Huff

I need no one's telling.

I was your wife once. Don't I know your goodness?

A stupid heart gone sour with jealousy,

To feel its blood too dull and thick for sinning. -

Yes, Huff would figure a wicked thought, but had

No notion how, and flung the clay aside. -

O they were gaudy colours both! But now

Fear has bleacht their swagger and left them blank,

Fear of a loon that cried, End of the World!

Huff

Shale, do you know what we're to do?

Shale

I'ld like

To have the handling of that dowser-man.

Huff

Just that, my lad, just that!

Warp

And your fired rick?

Huff

Let it be blazes! Quick, Shale, after him!

I'll tramp the nght out, but I'll take the rogue.

Shale [to the others]

You wait, and see us haul him by the ears,

And swim the blatherer in Huff's farm-yard pond.

[As HUFF and SHALE go out, they see the comet before them.]

Huff

The devil's own star is tha!

Shale

And floats as calm

As a pike basking.

Huff

There shouldn't be such stars!

Shale

Neither such dowsers,and we'll learn him that.

[They go off together.]

Sollers

Why the star's dwindling now, surely.

Merrick

O, small

And dull now to the glowing size it was.

Vine

But is it certain there'll be nothing smasht?

Not even a house knockt roaring down in crumbles?

- And I did think, I'ld open my wife's mouth

With envy of the dreadful things I'd seen!

Curtain.