RICHARD
(who has darted to window, and stood looking out for the space of a second before he turns to them).
A thousand pardons! (Bows ironically.) Go! The play is ended! (With growing fervor.) Through the black night I've caught my prompter's signal. I've seen a light—a light that swings in the darkness—a light that swings three times——
PENROSE
(querulously, leaning on Marsh's arm as they go towards door).
What does he mean? A signal?
RICHARD
(turning on them with passionate triumph).
A signal that a blow is struck for freedom! A signal that your tea is overboard! A signal that the time will come when liberty will be the watchword of our nation!
MARSH.
Come! Come! He dreams!
[They go out.
RICHARD
(with face upraised in the waning fire-glow).