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“lreland shall be free from the centre to the sea,
And hurrah for Liberty, says the Shah Van Vocht.”
VOL. III).-No j 4.
HENRY JOY JWCRACKEN.
v Born in Belfast 31st August, 1767.
Died for Ireland 17th July. 1798.
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The Green upon the Cape.
A,-STIORT PLAY.FOR THREE PERSONS.
.‘Dr21matis.person;e-Wolfe Tone; John Tenant, a United
Illfhman from Belfast, Ireland; Fanchette, a waiting maid.
riml%The autumn of I797.
Scene-At an inn, one"day’s journey outside of Paris,
Whem T0118 and Tenant, travelling to Paris to meet each
Otherfboth put up for the night. It is here assumed that
‘hf?’ hadno previous acquaintance.
'1; Tone stands on the hearthrug. The table is laid for his
k 1l;lz:.'. lsanchette enters carrying 3. tray with extra glass,
"1 "- Rntlfork as the scene opens.
F"“"Ch6lte-Milles pardons m’sieu! Mais il n’y a r1u’nne
BELFAST, 4TH APRIL, 1898,
PRICE Twornxcn.
salie-2.-manger. I1 faut que le monsieur qui vient d’arn'ver
dinera avec vous.
Toneesacre au nom d’un chienl Mais qu’ importel Il
est Ailemand n’est ce pas? Et bien, je reste content
(aside) So that he doesn’t turn out to be some low English
spy who has got on my tracks and wants to report my in-
terview with Tenant.
nature and be on my guard. Above all, I m11stn’t let him
see that I am not a Frenchman born, and with my shaky
knowledge of the languageitlmt will puzzle my wits, I’ve half
a mind to pretend that I’m a deaf mute.
Fanchette (returning to the door calls back shrilly to the
porter to carry up the gentleman’s luggage to his room)-
“jacquesl Apportez le baggage de monsieur an numero
cinque an troisiemee-(curtseys to the traveller and invites
him to enter). Si monsieur vcut bien entrer. Le souper
sera. pret tout a l’heure. Il n’ya qu’une personne ici et M.
It: general est fort agreable je vous le jnre.
Tone (aside and laughing)-The little minx tries to as-
suage my wrath by raising me a step in the amiy-general!
no less. I wish it may be prophetic. She pays me the
Compliment, too, of finding me “fort agreable,” though
I haven't been here beyond fifteen minutes.
(The stranger advances and throws aside his wraps, says
not a word, but stares suspiciously at Tone.)
The Stranger (aside)-Hang it all! Here's a. pretty fix.
Napper Tandy’s very last words to me were, ‘Above all,
don’t let yourself be taken for an Englishman or you'll be
arrested as a spy.” Now here am I tete-a-tete with a gene
ml, a member of the Ministry maybe. If I open my lips in
French I'm lost. Now I haveit! I’ll pass myself off as a
German. Ten to one he doesn’t know the language.
Fanchette (places the chairs to the table and asks the
stranger what he will have to drink)-Monsieur que vent il
a boire? du vin blanc-du cidre-du Vin de Bordeaux?
The Stranger (grufily)sLager bier! Ich verstehe kein
wort--no vord. Vielleicht verstehen sie English-bder
Deutsch. Ich spreche kein Fmnzosich. Not F rench-
only Engleesh and Deutsch. (Aside)-Brilliant ideal When
my German gives out I can speak broken English. That
scoundrelly looking fellow will be none the wiser.
I must restrain my naturally confiding r