RUTH. And, my father?
GUY. Your father shall escape the hangman, Ruth. What do you say to me?
RUTH. I—I will be your slave. (She sinks at his feet in utter surrender.)
GUY. You will be my wife. You won't ask questions. You will know that what I do is good because I do it, and the sooner you bring me an heir the better I shall be pleased with you.
RUTH. That is in God's hand, Guy.
GUY. Aye, but meddling women make bad mothers, Ruth.
RUTH. I will not meddle more. I'll be your—your wife.
(Enter Captain Lascelles. Ruth struggles up.)
CAPTAIN. Oh, I—I beg your pardon—I——
GUY (rising and pouring wine). Come in, Captain, come in.