On heavy duty.
Darbey.
Guarding the ruins of the “Swan” Inn. You mustn’t distract our attention.
Georgiana.
Guarding the ruins of the “Swan,” are you? [Calling.] Tris! Sir Tristram! [Sir Tristram appears.] Tris, I’m a feeble woman, but I hope I’ve a keen sense of right and wrong. Run these outsiders into the road, and let them guard their own ruins.
[Salome and Sheba shriek, and throw themselves at the feet of Tarver and Darbey, clinging to their legs.
Salome.
No, no. Spare him!
Sheba.
You shall not harm a hair of their heads.