Watch out!
Hide the scraps; here's Bill.
[They cover the remains of feast and checker board, and the sound
of a key is heard in the door. Enter Bill, the turnkey.
He is a gruff old fellow of about sixty, powerfully built,
with a cold, hard face. He carries an old fashioned lantern
and a bunch of keys.
Bill (holding up lantern, looking about). Here, you all, get up from
there: go to bed. What do you think this is--a pleasure resort? (the men
rise to their feet, facing him with sullen faces). Go in thar, you hear
(he pushes them roughly to the door (Right). Wars them others?
First Soldier. In there.
Bill. Who else?
First Soldier. Three others.
Bill (wakes up men sleeping, shaking them roughly; then goes to
door (Right), holds up lantern, looking in). Go on ter sleep. Don't you
set round here all night.
[He holds door open and the soldiers pass in. As the Third
Soldier passes, he stops.
Third Soldier. I wonder if you'll get me a drink of water. The
bucket's been dry since noon.
Bill. That's a lie! Always water there.
Third Soldier. You can see for yourself it's empty.
Bill. What do drink so damned much for, then?
Third Soldier.
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