Chains: A Play, in Four Acts

by Elizabeth Baker

CHAR. [turning to look at him.] What’s up?

TENNANT. I’ve—er—got some news for you.

CHAR. Anything wrong?

TENNANT. No—no! The fact is—I’m going to hook it.

CHAR. [astonished.] Hook it? Where to?

TENNANT. I’m sick of the whole show. I can’t stand it any longer.

CHAR. [trying to realise the situation.] Do you mean you’ve left Molesey’s?

TENNANT. Yes. I’m going to leave England—and so, you see, I’ve got to leave here—your place.

CHAR. Leave England? Got a crib?