ONE:"But can't you see that he's the chief part of the tragedy you're bringing on yourself and everyone?He's the type, he's the chorus, the commentary on every act. Reuben, can't you seeoh, why won't you see?he's you, yourself, as you really are!"Then suddenly he turned towards her as she sat there by him, her head bowed over her workher delicate, rather impertinent nose outlined against the firelight, her cheek and neck bewitched with running shadows.
TWO:"I've changed my mind."
ONE:
TWO:"King Richard, I'll now tell you what the commons want: first, I want a commission to behead all the lords, and those who began the poll-taxI would have no more lords nor bishops, nor lawyers, nor bondage; and I would have you king of the commonsand now sir king, be quick with the charter, for, by St. Nicholas! I shall not eat or drink till every mother's son of those yonder, can go and come, when and where they will; aye, and be as proud as the proudest of ye."Thus, in a very small way, and with continual hard work and anxiety, the farm was beginning to revive. Reuben felt that he was recapturing his prestige in the neighbourhood, and, when his labours allowed him, assisted the good work by drinking slow glasses of sherry in the bar of the Cocks, and making patronising remarks about his neighbours' concerns.