# Dramas (Baillie)/The Alienated Manor/Act 5

ACT V.
SCENE I.—A Grove of Trees, with a tangled Thicket in the Back-ground. Charville is discovered pacing to and fro, in a disturbed Manner, Smitchenstault peeping behind him, through the Bushes.
CHARVILLE (after muttering to himself confusedly).
SMITCHENSTAULT (coming forward).
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE (starting away from him).
SMITCHENSTAULT (alone).
Re-enter Charville.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE (starting from him).
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT (aside).
CHARVILLE (returning).
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE (impatiently).
SMiTCHENSTAULT (looking after him with disappointment).
He wont do it, after all, de chicken-heart, for as well as de English love to hang demselves. If he do, I have de sweet Mary, and all her fortune; but if he do not—O I will say it be all a joke dat I did say to him, and den dere will be no more about it. Chick-hearted fellow! (Starting.) A noise amongst the bushes! What face is dat peeping through de leaves? Dere is surely no devil in daylight. My flesh creep—foolish fear! it was noting. [Exit, and presently Sancho comes from the thicket, creeping on hands and feet.
SANCHO.
[Exit again into the thicket. ​
SCENE II.
A small Glade in the Wood, surrounded with high Fern and Bushes.
Enter Charville.
CHARVILLE (after walking with hasty disturbed steps to the front of the stage, stops short, and continues musing for some time before he speaks).
She will think of all this when it is too late: it will embitter her days; she will then bear her torment in secret. She will know I have loved her; she will know it then. The time runs on; it should be done. O that it were done! But the doing of it is a fearful effort. (Fulls out a pistol, and looks at it ruefully.) Is there no way of getting rid of this hateful world but by this miserable act of self-destruction? O that some friendly hand would rid me of my wretched life! I cannot do it. (Throws away the pistol, which Sancho, bursting from the fern, &c. takes up, and runs fiercely at him, presenting it to his head.)
SANCHO.
CHARVILLE.
SANCHO.
Me spare you! you who ruinated my massa! You kite, you rook; you shall now be food for te rooks! (Snaps the pistol, which misses fire; then Charville wrests it from him, and they both grapple with one another stoutly, when Sancho being about to get the better of Charville, Sir Robert Freemantle enters, and rescues the latter.)
FREEMANTLE. (keeping fast hold of Sancho).
CHARVILLE.
FREEMANTLE.
CHARVILLE.
FREEMANTLE.
CHARVILLE.
FREEMANTLE (still holding Sancho).
Enter Crafton.
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE.
CRAFTON.
SANCHO.
CRAFTON.
SANCHO.
CRAFTON.
Nay, nay, be pacified, faithful Sancho. I am ​a better friend to thy master than he is to himself, and I will prove it. He shan't remain long in prison: be pacified.—(To Freemantle.) Let him go: I'll be his warrant that he shall follow us quietly to the house.—Wont you, Sancho?
SANCHO.
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE.
Be it so, then; but he must not have the pistol again. (Lets go his hold, while Crafton takes the pistol from the ground.)
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE.
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE. (snatching the letter).
CRAFTON.
SANCHO.
CRAFTON.
SANCHO.
CRAFTON (raising him).
SANCHO.
CRAFTON.
SCENE III.
A Library. Enter Charville, in violent Agitation, followed by Mrs. Charville and Mary.
CHARVILLE (speaking as he enters to Mrs. Charville).
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE.
MARY.
CHARVILLE.
MARY.
CHARVILLE.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE.
Enter Crafton and Sir Robert Freemantle.
CRAFTON.
CHARVILLE.
GRAFTON.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
FREEMANTLE.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
CHARVILLE (turning round and seeing Sir Robert with Mary's hand in his).
CRAFTON.
MRS. CHARVILLE (advancing).
CHARVILLE.
MARY.
CHARVILLE.
And I have reason to believe he has made thee a mere cat's paw of convenience, silly girl!—(Turning to Freemantle.) Let me ask you, Sir, why, in my family, your marked attentions ​were paid to that lady? (pointing to Mrs. Charville.)
FREEMANTLE.
CRAFTON.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
CHARVILLE.
I will try to do it. I 'm glad you have not got the manor though.—(To Mrs. Charville.) And can you forgive me?
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE.
MARY.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
Enter Smitchenstault.
Mr. Smitchenstault, do you seriously aver that you saw Sir Robert Freemantle pass through the haunted chamber while you were in hiding there?
SMITCHENSTAULT.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
We don't doubt that in the least; but did you actually see a man pass? and was it this identical man? (pointing to Freemantle.)
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
SMITCHENSTAULT (to Charville).
MARY.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
MARY.
CHARVILLE.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
SMITCHENSTAULT.
CRAFTON.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
MARY (after a pause).
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
CHARVILLE.
CRAFTON.