RIGBY
(with emotion).
They're more to me than a king's ransom!
[He pauses, looking over contents of chest.
RICHARD
(going back to seat by fire, and speaking to himself as he sits by it).
A king's ransom! What have we to do with kings, who cannot even thwart the tyrant who would rule us! If there was but some way——
[Sits, lost in thought.
RIGBY
(putting trophies back in chest, looking at them fondly, and singing softly for the sheer joy of touching them).
"Oh, a seaman's life is a jolly life—Trol de rol, de rol!" Wampum. A woven blanket. A peace-pipe. (Sings.)
I had a goodly old sea-chest,
Twas filled with—India dyes
Oh, wide the harbor, deep the sea,
Five fathoms down it lies!
Five fathoms down it lies!
RICHARD
(half-hearing Tom's voice, and repeating to himself).