Rest ye in peace, I’ll do my best by ’em!
I’ll do my best.
(He bends and kisses her on the lips. The Snowman makes a pass toward her with his hand. She moves, and opens her eyes, all dazed and dreaming)
Joan. Who’s that, who’s that got hold o’ me? Let go! I must go to ’im.
Jaspar. No, no, bide ’e still. Here’s Jaspar!
Joan. Jaspar!
Jaspar. Oh, you be alive! (He sinks down broken, with his head on her breast. She takes his head in her hands stroking it softly. The Snowman moves slowly to the door, fades through it, and disappears)
Joan. So you’ve come back, I knew you’d come—some day. What’s this? (She touches the coat)
Jaspar. My coat. I found you lyin’ there cold, so I put it round yer. But you made no sign—until I thought as yer was dead.
Joan. Dead? Would I leave ’em? Leave my little ’uns?