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SCENEThe interior of the cabin on the barge, SIMEON WINTHROP (at
dock in Boston)—a narrow, low-ceilinged compartment the walls of
which are painted a light brown with white trimmings. In the rear on the
left, a door leading to the sleeping quarters. In the far left corner, a
large locker-closet, painted white, on the door of which a mirror hangs
on a nail. In the rear wall, two small square windows and a door opening
out on the deck toward the stern. In the right wall, two more windows
looking out on the port deck. White curtains, clean and stiff, are at
the windows. A table with two cane-bottomed chairs stands in the center
of the cabin. A dilapidated, wicker rocker, painted brown, is also by
It is afternoon of a sunny day about a week later. From the harbor and docks outside, muffled by the closed door and windows, comes the sound of steamers whistles and the puffing snort of the donkey engines of some ship unloading nearby.
As the curtain rises, CHRIS and ANNA are discovered. ANNA is seated in the rocking-chair by the table, with a newspaper in her hands. She is not reading but staring straight in front of her. She looks unhappy, troubled, frowningly concentrated on her thoughts. CHRIS wanders about the room, casting quick, uneasy side glances at her face, then stopping to peer absentmindedly out of the window. His attitude betrays an overwhelming, gloomy anxiety which has him on tenter hooks. He pretends to be engaged in setting things ship-shape, but this occupation is confined to picking up some object, staring at it stupidly for a second, then aimlessly putting it down again. He clears his throat and starts to sing to himself in a low, doleful voice: My
Yosephine, come aboard de ship. Long time Ay vait for you.
ANNA—(Turning on him, sarcastically.)
I’m glad someone’s feeling good. (Wearily.) Gee, I sure wish we was out of this dump and back in New York.
CHRIS—(With a sigh.) Aym glad vhen ve
sail again, too. (Then, as she makes no comment, he goes on with a ponderous attempt at sarcasm.) Ay dont see vhy you dont like Boston, dough. You have good time here, Ay tank. You go ashore all time, every day and night veek veve
been here. You go to movies, see show, gat all kinds fun— (His eyes hard with hatred.) All with that damn Irish fallar!
ANNA—(With weary scorn.) Oh, for heavens sake, are you off on that again? Wheres the harm in his taking me around? Dyou want me to sit all day and night in this cabin with youand knit? Aint I got a right to have as good a time as I can?
CHRISIt aint right kind of funnot with that
ANNAI been back on board every night by eleven, aint
I? (Then struck by some thoughtlooks at him with keen suspicionwith rising anger.) Say, look here, what dyou mean by what you yust said?
CHRIS—(Hastily.) Nutting but what Ay say, Anna.
ANNAYou said aint right and you said it funny. Say, listen here, you aint trying to insinuate that theres something wrong between us, are you?
CHRIS—(Horrified.) No, Anna! No, Ay svear to God, Ay never tank
ANNA—(Mollified by his very evident sinceritysitting down again.)
Well, don’t you never think it neither if you want me ever to speak to
you again. (Angrily again.) If I ever dreamt you thought that, Id get the hell out of this barge so quick you couldnt see me for dust.
Ay wouldn’t never dream— (Then, after a seconds pause, reprovingly.) You vas gatting learn to
svear. Dat aint nice for young gel, you tank?
ANNA—(With a faint trace of a smile.) Excuse me. You aint
used to such language, I know. (Mockingly.) Thats what your taking me to sea has done for me.
CHRIS—(Indignantly.) No, it aint me. Its dat damn sailor fallar learn you bad tangs.
ANNAHe aint a sailor. Hes a stoker.
CHRIS—(Forcibly.) Dat vas million times
vorse, Ay tal you! Dem fallars dat vork below shoveling coal vas de dirtiest, rough gang of no-good fallars in
ANNAId hate to hear you say that to Mat.
CHRISOh, Ay tal him same tang. You dont gat it in head Aym scared of him yust cause he vas strongern
Ay vas. (Menacingly.) You dont gat for fight with fists with dem
fallars. Deres oder vay for fix him.
ANNA—(Glancing at him with sudden alarm.) What dyou mean?
ANNAYoud better not. I wouldnt start no trouble with him if I was you. He might forget some time that you was old and my fatherand then youd be out of luck.
CHRIS—(With smouldering hatred.) Vell, yust let him! Aym ole bird maybe, but Ay bet Ay show him trick or two.
ANNA—(Suddenly changing her tonepersuasively.) Aw come on, be good. Whats eating you, anyway? Dont you want no one to be nice to me except yourself?
CHRIS—(Placatedcoming to hereagerly.) Yes, Ay do, Annaonly not fallar on sea. But Ay like for you marry steady fallar got good yob on land. You have little home in country all your own
ANNA—(Rising to her feetbrusquely.)
Oh, cut it out! (Scornfully.) Little home in the country! I wish
you could have seen the little home in the country where you had me in
jail till I was sixteen! (With rising irritation.) Some day youre going to get me so mad with that talk, Im going to turn loose on you and tell youa lot of things thatll open your eyes.
CHRIS—(Alarmed.) Ay dont vant
ANNAI know you dont; but you keep on talking yust the same.
CHRISAy dont talk no more den, Anna.
ANNAThen promise me youll cut out saying nasty things about Mat Burke every chance you get.
CHRIS—(Evasive and suspicious.) Vhy? You like dat fallarvery much, Anna?
ANNAYes, I certainly do! Hes a regular man, no matter what faults hes got. One of his fingers is worth all the hundreds of men I met out thereinland.
CHRIS—(His face darkening.) Maybe you tank you love him, den?
ANNA—(Defiantly.) What of it if I do?
CHRIS—(Scowling and forcing out the words.) Maybeyou tank youmarry him?
ANNA—(Shaking her head.) No!
(CHRISS face lights up with relief. ANNA continues slowly, a trace of sadness in her voice.) If Id met him four years agoor even two years agoId have jumped at the chance, I tell you that straight. And I would nowonly hes such a simple guya big kidand I aint
got the heart to fool him. (She breaks off suddenly.) But dont never say again he aint good enough for me. Its me aint good enough for him.
CHRIS—(Snorts scornfully.) Py
yiminy, you go crazy, Ay tank!
ANNA—(With a mournful laugh.)
Well, I been thinking I was myself the last few days. (She goes and takes a shawl from a hook near the door and throws it over her shoulders.) Guess Ill take a walk down to the end of the dock for a minute and see whats doing. I love to watch the ships passing. Matll be along before long, I guess. Tell him where I am, will you?
CHRIS—(Despondently.) All right, Ay tal him.
(ANNA goes out the doorway on rear. CHRIS follows her out and stands on the deck outside for a moment looking after her. Then he comes back inside and shuts the door. He stands looking out of the windowmuttersDirty ole
davil, you. Then he goes to the table, sets the cloth straight mechanically, picks up the newspaper ANNA has let fall to the floor and sits down in the rocking-chair. He stares at the paper for a while, then puts it on table, holds his head in his hands and sighs drearily. The noise of a mans heavy footsteps comes from the deck outside and there is a loud knock on the door. CHRIS starts, makes a move as if to get up and go to the door, then thinks better of it and sits still. The knock is repeatedthen as no answer comes, the door is flung open and MAT BURKE appears. CHRIS scowls at the intruder and his hand instinctively goes back to the sheath knife on his hip. BURKE is dressed upwears a cheap blue suit, a striped cotton shirt with a black tie, and black shoes newly shined. His face is beaming with good humor.)
BURKE—(As he sees CHRISin a jovial tone of mockery.)
Well, God bless who’s here! (He bends down and squeezes his huge form through the narrow doorway.) And how is the world treating you this afternoon, Annas father?
CHRIS—(Sullenly.) Pooty gootif it aint for some
BURKE—(With a grin.)
Meaning me, do you? (He laughs.) Well, if you aint the
funny old crank of a man! (Then soberly.) Wheres herself?
(CHRIS sits dumb, scowling, his eyes averted. BURKE is irritated by this silence.) Wheres Anna, Im after asking you?
CHRIS—(Hesitatingthen grouchily.) She go down end of dock.
be going down to her, then. But first I’m thinking I’ll take this chance
when we’re alone to have a word with you. (He sits down opposite CHRIS at the table and leans over toward him.) And that word is soon said. Im marrying your Anna before this day is out, and you might as well make up your mind to it whether you like it or no.
CHRIS—(Glaring at him with hatred and forcing a scornful laugh.) Ho-ho! Dats easy for say!
mean I won’t? (Scornfully.) Is it the like of yourself will stop me, are you thinking?
CHRISYes, Ay stop it, if it come to
BURKE—(With scornful pity.) God help you!
CHRISBut aint no need for me do
BURKE—(Smiling confidently.) Is it Anna you think will prevent me?
BURKEAnd Im telling you shell not. She knows Im loving her, and she loves me the same, and I know it.
CHRISHo-ho! She only have fun. She make big fool of you, dats all!
BURKE—(Unshakenpleasantly.) Thats a lie in your throat, divil mend you!
CHRISNo, it aint lie. She tal me yust before she go out she never marry fallar like you.
BURKEIll not believe it. Tis a great old liar you are, and a divil
to be making a power of trouble if you had your way. But ’tis not
trouble I’m looking for, and me sitting down here. (Earnestly.) Let us be talking it out now as man to man. Youre her father, and wouldnt it be a shame for us to be at each others throats like a pair of dogs, and I married with Anna. So out with the truth, man alive. What is it youre holding against me at all?
CHRIS—(A bit placated, in spite of himself, by BURKES evident sinceritybut puzzled and suspicious.) VellAy dont vant for Anna gat married. Listen, you
fallar. Aym a ole man. Ay dont see Anna for fifteen year. She vas all Ay gat in
vorld. And now ven she come on first tripyou tank Ay vant her leave me lone again?
BURKE—(Heartily.) Let you not be thinking I have no heart at all for the way youd be feeling.
CHRIS—(Astonished and encouragedtrying to plead persuasively.) Den you do right tang, eh? You ship avay
again, leave Anna alone. (Cajolingly.) Big fallar like you dats on sea, he dont need
vife. He gat new gel in every port, you know dat.
BURKE—(Angry for a second.)
God stiffen you! (Then controlling himselfcalmly.) Ill not be giving you the lie on that. But divil take you, theres a time comes to every man, on sea or land, that isnt a born fool, when hes sick of the lot of them cows, and wearing his heart out to meet up with a fine dacent girl, and have a home to call his own and be rearing up children in it. Tis small use youre asking me to leave Anna. Shes the wan woman of the world for me, and I cant live without her now, Im thinking.
CHRISYou forgat all about her in one veek out of port, Ay bet you!
BURKEYou dont know the like I am. Death itself wouldnt make me forget her. So let you not be making talk to me about leaving her. Ill not, and be damned to you! It wont be so bad for you as youd make out at all. Shell be living here in the States, and her married to me. And youd be seeing her often soa sight more often than ever you saw her the fifteen years she was growing up in the West. Its quare youd be the one to be making great trouble about her leaving you when you never laid eyes on her once in all them years.
CHRIS—(Guiltily.) Ay taught it vas better Anna stay avay, grow up inland where she dont ever know ole davil, sea.
BURKE—(Scornfully.) Is it blaming the sea for your troubles ye are again, God help you? Well, Anna knows it now. Twas in her blood, anyway.
CHRISAnd Ay dont vant she ever know no-good fallar on sea
BURKEShe knows one now.
CHRIS—(Banging the table with his fistfuriously.) Dats yust it! Dats yust what you areno-good, sailor
fallar! You tank Ay lat her life be made sorry by you like her moders vas by me! No, Ay
svear! She dont marry you if Ay gat kill you first!
BURKE—(Looks at him a moment, in astonishmentthen laughing uproariously.) Ho-ho! Glory be to God, its bold talk you have for a stumpy runt of a man!
CHRIS—(Threateningly.) Vellyou see!
BURKE—(With grinning defiance.)
I’ll see, surely! I’ll see myself and Anna married this day, I’m telling
you! (Then with contemptuous exasperation.) Its quare fools blather you have about the sea done this and the sea done that. Youd ought to be shamed to be saying the like, and you an old sailor yourself. Im after hearing a lot of it from you and a lot more that Annas told me you do be saying to her, and Im thinking its a poor weak thing you are, and not a man at all!
CHRIS—(Darkly.) You see if Aym manmaybe quickern you tank.
BURKE—(Contemptuously.) Yerra, dont be boasting. Im thinking tis out of your wits youve got with fright of the sea. Youd be wishing Anna married to a farmer, she told me. Thatd be a swate match, surely! Would you have a fine girl the like of Anna lying down at nights with a muddy scut stinking of pigs and dung? Or would you have her tied for life to the like of them skinny, shrivelled swabs does be working in cities?
CHRISDats lie, you fool!
not. ’Tis your own mad notions I’m after telling. But you know the truth
in your heart, if great fear of the sea has made you a liar and coward
itself. (Pounding the table.) The seas the only life for a man with guts in him isnt afraid of his own shadow! Tis only on the sea hes free, and him roving the face of the world, seeing all things, and not giving a damn for saving up money, or stealing from his friends, or any of the black tricks that a landlubberd waste his life on. Twas yourself knew it once, and you a bosun for years.
CHRIS—(Sputtering with rage.) You vas crazy fool, Ay tal you!
swallowed the anchor. The sea give you a clout once knocked you down,
and you’re not man enough to get up for another, but lie there for the
rest of your life howling bloody murder. (Proudly.) Isnt it myself the sea has nearly drowned, and me battered and bate till I was that close to hell I could hear the flames roaring, and never a groan out of me till the sea gave up and it seeing the great strength and guts of a man was in me?
CHRIS—(Scornfully.) Yes, you vas hell of fallar, hear you tal it!
You’ll be calling me a liar once too often, me old bucko! Wasn’t the
whole story of it and my picture itself in the newspapers of Boston a
week back? (Looking CHRIS up and down belittlingly.) Sure Id like to see you in the best of your youth do the like of what I done in the storm and after. Tis a mad lunatic, screeching with fear, youd be this minute!
CHRISHo-ho! You vas young fool! In ole years when Ay was on
windyammer, Ay vas through hundred storms vorsen dat! Ships vas ships denand men dat sail on dem vas real men. And now what you gat on steamers? You gat fallars on deck dont know ship from
mudscow. (With a meaning glance at BURKE.) And below deck you gat fallars yust know how for shovel coalmight yust as vell vork on coal vagon ashore!
BURKE—(Stungangrily.) Is it casting insults at the men in the stokehole ye are, ye old ape? God stiffen you! Wan of them is worth any ten stock-fish-swilling Square-heads ever shipped on a windbag!
CHRIS—(His face working with rage, his hand going back to the sheath-knife on his hip.) Irish svine, you!
BURKE—(Tauntingly.) Dont ye like the Irish, ye old babboon? Tis that youre needing in your family, Im telling youan Irishman and a man of the stokeholeto put guts in it so that youll not be having grandchildren would be fearful cowards and jackasses the like of yourself!
CHRIS—(Half rising from his chairin a voice choked with rage.) You look out!
BURKE—(Watching him intentlya mocking smile on his lips.) And its that youll be having, no matter what youll do to prevent; for Anna and mell be married this day, and no old fool the like of you will stop us when Ive made up my mind.
CHRIS—(With a hoarse cry.)
You don’t! (He throws himself at BURKE, knife in hand, knocking his chair over backwards. BURKE springs to his feet quickly in time to meet the attack. He laughs with the pure love of battle. The old Swede is like a child in his hands. BURKE does not strike or mistreat him in any way, but simply twists his right hand behind his back and forces the knife from his fingers. He throws the knife into a far corner of the roomtauntingly.
men is getting childish shouldn’t play with knives. (Holding the struggling CHRIS at arms lengthwith a sudden rush of anger, drawing back his fist.) Ive half a mind to hit you a great clout will put sense in your square head. Kape
off me now, I’m warning you! (He gives CHRIS a push with the flat of his hand which sends the old Swede staggering back against the cabin wall, where he remains standing, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Burke with hatred, as if he were only collecting his strength to rush at him again.)
Now don’t be coming at me again, I’m saying, or I’ll flatten you on the
floor with a blow, if ’tis Anna’s father you are itself! I’ve no
patience left for you. (Then with an amused laugh.) Well, ’tis a
bold old man you are just the same, and I’d never think it was in you to
come tackling me alone. (A shadow crosses the cabin windows. Both men start. ANNA appears in the doorway.)
ANNA—(With pleased surprise as she sees BURKE.)
Hello, Mat. Are you here already? I was down— (She stops, looking from one to the other, sensing immediately that something has happened.)
What’s up? (Then noticing the overturned chairin alarm.)
How’d that chair get knocked over? (Turning on BURKE reproachfully.) You aint been fighting with him, Matafter you promised?
BURKE—(His old self again.)
I’ve not laid a hand on him, Anna. (He goes and picks up the chair, then turning on the still questioning ANNAwith a reassuring smile.) Let you not be worried at all. Twas only a bit of an argument we was having to pass the time till youd come.
must have been some argument when you got to throwing chairs. (She turns on CHRIS.) Why dont you say something? What was it about?
CHRIS—(Relaxing at lastavoiding her eyessheepishly.) Ve vas talking about ships and fallars on sea.
ANNA—(With a relieved smile.) Ohthe old stuff, eh?
BURKE—(Suddenly seeming to come to a bold decisionwith a defiant grin at CHRIS.) Hes not after telling you the whole of it. We was arguing about you mostly.
ANNA—(With a frown.) About me?
we’ll be finishing it out right here and now in your presence if you’re
willing. (He sits down at the left of table.)
ANNA—(Uncertainlylooking from him to her father.) Sure. Tell me what its all about.
CHRIS—(Advancing toward the tableprotesting to BURKE.) No! You dont do dat, you! You tal him you dont vant for hear him talk, Anna.
ANNABut I do. I want this cleared up.
CHRIS—(Miserably afraid now.) Vell, not now, anyvay. You vas going ashore, yes? You aint got time
Yes, right here and now. (She turns to BURKE.) You tell me, Mat, since he dont want to.
BURKE—(Draws a deep breaththen plunges in boldly.) The whole of its in a few words only. Sos
he’d make no mistake, and him hating the sight of me, I told him in his
teeth I loved you. (Passionately.) And thats God truth, Anna, and well you know it!
CHRIS—(Scornfullyforcing a laugh.) Ho-ho! He tal same tang to gel every port he go!
ANNA—(Shrinking from her father with repulsionresentfully.)
Shut up, can’t you? (Then to BURKEfeelingly.) I know its true, Mat. I dont mind what he says.
BURKE—(Humbly grateful.) God bless you!
ANNAAnd then what?
then—(Hesitatingly.) And then I said— (He looks at her pleadingly.)
I said I was sure—I told him I thought you have a bit of love for me,
too. (Passionately.) Say you do, Anna! Let you not destroy me
entirely, for the love of God! (He grasps both her hands in his two.)
ANNA—(Deeply moved and troubledforcing a trembling laugh.)
So you told him that, Mat? No wonder he was mad. (Forcing out the words.)
Well, maybe it’s true, Mat. Maybe I do. I been thinking and thinking—I
didn’t want to, Mat, I’ll own up to that—I tried to cut it out—but— (She laughs helplessly.)
I guess I can’t help it anyhow. So I guess I do, Mat. (Then with a sudden joyous defiance.) Sure I do! Whats the use of kidding myself different? Sure I love you, Mat!
CHRIS—(With a cry of pain.)
Anna! (He sits crushed.)
BURKE—(With a great depth of sincerity in his humble gratitude.) God be praised!
ANNA—(Assertively.) And I aint never loved a man in my life before, you can always believe thatno matter what happens.
BURKE—(Goes over to her and puts his arms around her.) Sure I do be believing ivery word you iver said or iver
will say. And ’tis you and me will be having a grand, beautiful life
together to the end of our days! (He tries to kiss her. At first she turns away her headthen, overcome by a fierce impulse of passionate love, she takes his head in both her hands and holds his face close to hers, staring into his eyes. Then she kisses him full on the lips.)
ANNA—(Pushing him away from herforcing a broken laugh.)
Good-bye. (She walks to the doorway in rearstands with her back toward them, looking out. Her shoulders quiver once or twice as if she were fighting back her sobs.)
BURKE—(Too in the seventh heaven of bliss to get any correct interpretation of her wordwith a laugh.) Good-by, is it? The divil
you say! I’ll be coming back at you in a second for more of the same! (To CHRIS, who has quickened to instant attention at his daughters good-by, and has looked back at her with a stirring of foolish hope in his eyes.)
Now, me old bucko, what’ll you be saying? You heard the words from her
own lips. Confess I’ve bate you. Own up like a man when you’re bate fair
and square. And here’s my hand to you— (Holds out his hand.) And let you take it and well shake and forget whats over and done, and be friends from this out.
CHRIS—(With implacable hatred.) Ay dont shake hands with you fallarnot vhile Ay live!
The back of my hand to you then, if that suits you better. (Growling.) Tis a rotten bad loser you are, divil mend you!
don’t lose—(Trying to be scornful and self-convincing.) Anna say
she like you little bit but you don’t hear her say she marry you, Ay
bet. (At the sound of her name ANNA has turned round to them. Her face is composed and calm again, but it is the dead calm of despair.)
BURKE—(Scornfully.) No, and I wasnt hearing her say the sun is shining either.
CHRIS—(Doggedly.) Dats all right. She dont say it, yust same.
ANNA—(Quietlycoming forward to them.) No, I didnt say it, Mat.
CHRIS—(Eagerly.) Dere! You hear!
BURKE—(Misunderstanding herwith a grin.) Youre waiting till you do be asked, you mane? Well, Im asking you now. And well be married this day, with the help of God!
ANNA—(Gently.) You heard what I said, Matafter I kissed you?
BURKE—(Alarmed by something in her manner.) NoI disremember.
said good-by. (Her voice trembling.) That kiss was for good-by, Mat.
BURKE—(Terrified.) What dyou mane?
ANNAI cant marry you, Matand weve said good-by. Thats all.
CHRIS—(Unable to hold back his exultation.) Ay know it! Ay know dat vas so!
BURKE—(Jumping to his feetunable to believe his ears.) Anna! Is it making game of me youd be? Tis a quare time to joke with me, and dont be doing it, for the love of God.
ANNA—(Looking him in the eyessteadily.) Dyou think Id kid you now? No, Im not joking, Mat. I mean what I said.
BURKEYe dont! Ye cant! Tis mad you are, Im telling you!
ANNA—(Fixedly.) No Im not.
BURKE—(Desperately.) But whats come over you so sudden? You was saying you loved me
ANNAIll say that as often as you want me to. Its true.
BURKE—(Bewilderedly.) Then whywhat, in the divils name Oh, God help me, I cant make head or tail to it at all!
it’s the best way out I can figure, Mat. (Her voice catching.) I been thinking it over and thinking it over day and night all week. Dont think it aint hard on me, too, Mat.
the love of God, tell me then, what is it that’s preventing you wedding
me when the two of us has love? (Suddenly getting an idea and pointing at CHRISexasperately.) Is it giving heed to the like of that old fool ye are, and him hating me and filling your ears full of bloody lies against me?
CHRIS—(Getting to his feetraging triumphantly before ANNA has a chance to get in a word.) Yes, Anna belive me, not you! She know her old fader dont lie like you.
ANNA—(Turning on her father angrily.) You sit down, dyou
hear? Where do you come in butting in and making things worse? You’re
like a devil, you are! (Harshly.) Good Lord, and I was beginning to like you, beginning to forget all Ive got held up against you!
CHRIS—(Crushedfeebly.) You aint got nutting for hold against me, Anna.
yust! Well, lemme tell you— (She glances at BURKE and stops abruptly.) Say, Mat, Im sprised at you. You didnt think anything hed said
BURKE—(Glumly.) Sure, what else would it be?
ANNAThink Ive ever paid any attention to all his crazy bull? Gee, you must take me for a five-year-old kid.
BURKE—(Puzzled and beginning to be irritated at her too.) I dont know how to take you, with your saying this one minute and that the next.
ANNAWell, he has nothing to do with it.
BURKEThen what is it has? Tell me, and dont keep me waiting and sweating blood.
I can’t tell you—and I won’t. I got a good reason—and that’s all you
need to know. I can’t marry you, that’s all there is to it. (Distractedly.) So, for Gawds sake, lets talk of something else.
not! (Then fearfully.) Is it married to someone else you arein the West maybe?
ANNA—(Vehemently.) I should say not.
BURKE—(Regaining his courage.) To the divil
with all other reasons then. They don’t matter with me at all. (He gets to his feet confidently, assuming a masterful tone.)
I’m thinking you’re the like of them women can’t make up their mind till
they’re drove to it. Well, then, I’ll make up your mind for you bloody
quick. (He takes her by the arms, grinning to soften his serious bullying.) Weve had enough of talk! Let you be going into your room now and be dressing in your best and well be going ashore.
CHRIS—(Arousedangrily.) No, py
God, she don’t do that! (Takes hold of her arm.)
ANNA—(Who has listened to BURKE in astonishment. She draws away from him, instinctively repelled by his tone, but not exactly sure if he is serious or nota trace of resentment in her voice.) Say, where do you get that stuff?
Never mind, now! Let you go get dressed, I’m saying. (Then turning to CHRIS.) Well be seeing wholl win in the endme or you.
CHRIS—(To ANNAalso in an authoritative tone.) You stay right here, Anna, you hear!
(ANNA stands looking from one to the other of them as if she thought they had both gone crazy. Then the expression of her face freezes into the hardened sneer of her experience.)
BURKE—(Violently.) Shell not! Shell do what I say! Youve had your hold on her long enough. Its my turn now.
ANNA—(With a hard laugh.) Your turn? Say, what am I, anyway?
BURKETis not what you are, tis what youre going to be this dayand thats wedded to me before night comes. Hurry up now with your dressing.
CHRIS—(Commandingly.) You dont do one tang he say, Anna!
(ANNA laughs mockingly.)
BURKEShe will, so!
CHRISAy tal you she dont! Aym her fader.
BURKEShe will in spite of you. Shes taking my orders from this out, not yours.
ANNA—(Laughing again.) Orders is good!
BURKE—(Turning to her impatiently.)
Hurry up now, and shake a leg. We’ve no time to be wasting. (Irritated as she doesnt move.) Do you hear what Im telling you?
ANNA—(At the end of her patienceblazing out at them passionately.)
You can go to hell, both of you! (There is something in her tone that makes them forget their quarrel and turn to her in a stunned amazement. ANNA laughs wildly.) Youre just like all the rest of themyou two! Gawd,
you’d think I was a piece of furniture! I’ll show you! Sit down now! (As they hesitatefuriously.)
Sit down and let me talk for a minute. You’re all wrong, see? Listen to
me! I’m going to tell you something—and then I’m going to beat it. (To BURKEwith a harsh laugh.)
I’m going to tell you a funny story, so pay attention. (Pointing to CHRIS.)
I’ve been meaning to turn it loose on him every time he’d get my goat
with his bull about keeping me safe inland. I wasn’t going to tell you,
but you’ve forced me into it. What’s the dif? It’s all wrong anyway, and
you might as well get cured that way as any other. (With hard mocking.) Only dont forget what you said a minute ago about it not mattering to you what other reason I got so long as I wasnt married to no one else.
BURKE—(Manfully.) Thats my word, and Ill stick to it!
What a chance! You make me laugh, honest! Want to bet you will? Wait ’n
see! (She stands at the table rear, looking from one to the other of the two men with her hard, mocking smile. Then she begins, fighting to control her emotion and speak calmly.) First thing is, I want to tell you two guys something. You was going on s if one of you had got to own me. But nobody owns me, see?cepting myself. Ill do what I please and no man, I dont give a hoot who he is, can tell me what to do! I aint asking either of you for a living. I can make it myselfone way or other. Im my own boss. So put that in your pipe and smoke it! You and your orders!
I wasn’t meaning it that way at all and well you know it. You’ve no call
to be raising this rumpus with me. (Pointing to CHRIS.) Tis him youve a right
ANNAIm coming to him. But youyou did mean it that way, too. You soundedyust
like all the rest. (Hysterically.) But, damn it, shut up! Let me talk for a change!
quare, rough talk, thatfor a dacent girl the like of you!
ANNA—(With a hard laugh.) Decent? Who told you I was?
(CHRIS is sitting with bowed shoulders, his head in his hands. She leans over in exasperation and shakes him violently by the shoulder.) Dont go to sleep, Old Man! Listen here, Im talking to you now!
CHRIS—(Straightening up and looking about as if he were seeking a way to escapewith frightened foreboding in his voice.) Ay dont vant for hear it. You vas going out of head, Ay tank, Anna.
ANNA—(Violently.) Well, living with you is enough to drive anyone off their nut. Your bunk about the farm being so fine! Didnt I write you year after year how rotten it was and what a dirty slave them cousins made of me? Whatd you care? Nothing! Not even enough to come out and see me! That crazy bull about wanting to keep me away from the sea dont go down with me! You yust didnt want to be bothered with me! Youre like all the rest of em!
CHRIS—(Feebly.) Anna! It aint so
ANNA—(Not heeding his interruptionrevengefully.)
But one thing I never wrote you. It was one of them cousins that you
think is such nice people—the youngest son—Paul—that started me wrong. (Loudly.) It wasnt none of my fault. I hated him worsen
hell and he knew it. But he was big and strong—(Pointing to Burke)like you!
BURKE—(Half springing to his feethis fists clenched.) God blarst
it! (He sinks slowly back in his chair again, the knuckles showing white on his clenched hands, his face tense with the effort to suppress his grief and rage.)
CHRIS—(In a cry of horrified pain.) Anna!
ANNA—(To himseeming not to have heard their interruptions.) That was why I run away from the farm. That was what made me get a yob
as nurse girl in St. Paul. (With a hard, mocking laugh.) And you think that was a nice yob
for a girl, too, don’t you? (Sarcastically.) With all them nice inland fellers yust looking for a chance to marry me, I spose.
Marry me? What a chance! They wasn’t looking for marrying. (As BURKE lets a groan of fury escape himdesperately.) Im owning up to everything fair and square. I was caged in, I tell youyust like in yail—taking
care of other people’s kids—listening to ’em bawling and crying day and
night—when I wanted to be out—and I was lonesome—lonesome as hell! (With a sudden weariness in her voice.)
So I give up finally. What was the use? (She stops and looks at the two men. Both are motionless and silent. CHRIS seems in a stupor of despair, his house of cards fallen about him. BURKES face is livid with the rage that is eating him up, but he is too stunned and bewildered yet to find a vent for it. The condemnation she feels in their silence goads ANNA into a harsh, strident defiance.)
You don’t say nothing—either of you—but I know what you’re thinking.
You’re like all the rest! (To CHRISfuriously.) And whos to blame for it, me or you? If youd even acted like a manif youd even been a regular father and had me with youmaybe things would be different!
CHRIS—(In agony.) Dont talk dat
vay, Anna! Ay go crazy! Ay vont listen! (Puts his hands over his ears.)
ANNA—(Infuriated by his actionstridently.)
You will too listen! (She leans over and pulls his hands from his earswith hysterical rage.)
You—keeping me safe inland—I wasn’t no nurse girl the last two years—I
lied when I wrote you—I was in a house, that’s what!—yes, that kind of a
house—the kind sailors like you and Mat goes to in port—and your nice
inland men, too—and all men, God damn ’em! I hate ’em! Hate ’em! (She breaks into hysterical sobbing, throwing herself into the chair and hiding her face in her hands on the table. The two men have sprung to their feet.)
CHRIS—(Whimpering like a child.)
Anna! Anna! It’s lie! It’s lie! (He stands wringing his hands together and begins to weep.)
BURKE—(His whole great body tense like a springdully and gropingly.) So thats whats in it!
ANNA—(Raising her head at the sound of his voicewith extreme mocking bitterness.) I spose you remember your promise, Mat? No other reason was to count with you so long as I wasnt married already. So I spose
you want me to get dressed and go ashore, don’t you? (She laughs.) Yes, you do!
BURKE—(On the verge of his outbreakstammeringly.) God stiffen you!
ANNA—(Trying to keep up her hard, bitter tone, but gradually letting a note of pitiful pleading creep in.) I spose if I tried to tell you I wasntthatno more youd believe me, wouldnt you? Yes, you would! And if I told you that yust getting out in this barge, and being on the sea had changed me and made me feel different about things, s if all Id been through wasnt me and didnt count and was yust
like it never happened—you’d laugh, wouldn’t you? And you’d die laughing
sure if I said that meeting you that funny way that night in the fog,
and afterwards seeing that you was straight goods stuck on me, had got
me to thinking for the first time, and I sized you up as a different
kind of man—a sea man as different from the ones on land as water is
from mud—and that was why I got stuck on you, too. I wanted to marry you
and fool you, but I couldn’t. Don’t you see how I’d changed? I couldn’t
marry you with you believing a lie—and I was shamed to tell you the
truth—till the both of you forced my hand, and I seen you was the same
as all the rest. And now, give me a bawling out and beat it, like I can
tell you’re going to. (She stops, looking at BURKE. He is silent, his face averted, his features beginning to work with fury. She pleads passionately.)
Will you believe it if I tell you that loving you has made me—clean?
It’s the straight goods, honest! (Then as he doesnt replybitterly.) Like hell you will! Youre like all the rest!
BURKE—(Blazing outturning on her in a perfect frenzy of ragehis voice trembling with passion.) The rest, is it? Gods curse on you! Clane,
is it? You slut, you, I’ll be killing you now! (He picks up the chair on which he has been sitting and, swinging it high over his shoulder, springs toward her. CHRIS rushes forward with a cry of alarm, trying to ward off the blow from his daughter. ANNA looks up into BURKES eyes with the fearlessness of despair. BURKE checks himself, the chair held in the air.)
CHRIS—(Wildly.) Stop, you crazy fool! You vant for murder her!
ANNA—(Pushing her father away brusquely, her eyes still holding BURKES.)
Keep out of this, you! (To BURKEdully.) Well, aint you got the nerve to do it? Go ahead! Ill be thankful to you, honest. Im sick of the whole game.
BURKE—(Throwing the chair away into a corner of the roomhelplessly.)
I can’t do it, God help me, and your two eyes looking at me. (Furiously.) Though I do be thinking Id have a good right to smash your skull like a rotten egg. Was there iver a woman in the world had the rottenness in her that you have, and was there iver
a man the like of me was made the fool of the world, and me thinking
thoughts about you, and having great love for you, and dreaming dreams
of the fine life we’d have when we’d be wedded! (His voice high pitched in a lamentation that is like a keen).
Yerra, God help me! Im destroyed entirely and my heart is broken in bits! Im asking God Himself, was it for this Hed have me roaming the earth since I was a lad only, to come to black shame in the end, where Id be giving a power of love to a woman is the same as others youd meet in any hooker-shanty in port, with red gowns on them and paint on their grinning mugs, would be sleeping with any man for a dollar or two!
ANNA—(In a scream.) Dont, Mat! For Gawds
sake! (Then raging and pounding on the table with her hands.) Get out of here! Leave me alone! Get out of here!
BURKE—(His anger rushing back on him.) Ill be going, surely! And Ill be drinking sloos of whiskey will wash that black kiss of yours off my lips; and Ill be getting dead rotten drunk so Ill not remember if twas iver
born you was at all; and I’ll be shipping away on some boat will take me
to the other end of the world where I’ll never see your face again! (He turns toward the door.)
CHRIS—(Who has been standing in a stuporsuddenly grasping BURKE by the armstupidly.) No, you dont go. Ay tank maybe its better Anna marry you now.
BURKE—(Shaking CHRIS offfuriously.)
Lave go of me, ye old ape! Marry her, is it? I’d see her roasting in
hell first! I’m shipping away out of this, I’m telling you! (Pointing to Annapassionately.) And my curse on you and the curse of Almighty God and all the Saints! Youve destroyed me this day and may you lie awake in the long nights, tormented with thoughts of Mat Burke and the great wrong youve done him!
Mat! (But he turns without another word and strides out of the doorway. ANNA looks after him wildly, starts to run after him, then hides her face in her outstretched arms, sobbing. CHRIS stands in a stupor, staring at the floor.)
CHRIS—(After a pause, dully.) Ay tank Ay go ashore, too.
ANNA—(Looking up, wildly.) Not after him! Let him go! Dont you dare
CHRIS—(Somberly.) Ay go for gat drink.
ANNA—(With a harsh laugh.) So Im driving you to drink, too, eh? I spose you want to get drunk sos you can forgetlike him?
CHRIS—(Bursting out angrily.) Yes, Ay vant! You tank Ay like hear dem
tangs. (Breaking downweeping.) Ay tank you vasnt dat kind of gel, Anna.
ANNA—(Mockingly.) And I spose you want me to beat it, dont you? You dont want me here disgracing you, I spose?
you stay here! (Goes over and pats her on the shoulder, the tears running down his face.) Aint your fault, Anna, Ay know
dat. (She looks up at him, softened. He bursts into rage.) Its dat ole
davil, sea, do this to me! (He shakes his fist at the door.) Its her dirty tricks! It vas all right on barge with yust you and me. Den she bring dat Irish fallar in fog, she make you like him, she make you fight with me all time! If dat Irish fallar dont never come, you dont never tal me dem tangs, Ay dont never know, and everytangs
all right. (He shakes his fist again.) Dirty ole davil!
ANNA—(With spent weariness.) Oh, whats the use? Go on ashore and get drunk.
CHRIS—(Goes into room on left and gets his cap. He goes to the door, silent and stupidthen turns.) You vait here, Anna?
ANNA—(Dully.) Maybeand maybe not. Maybe Ill get drunk, too. Maybe Ill But what the hell do you care what I do? Go on and beat it.
(CHRIS turns stupidly and goes out. ANNA sits at the table, staring straight in front of her.)
(The Curtain Falls)