"I said I greatly fear
That Mercury will draw near,
As once he appeared unto Venus,
Or as it might have been
To the Carthaginian Queen,
Or the Grecian Wight called Polyphemus."
Muskerry comes back to the ward. He stands looking stupidly at the heap Tournour has thrown out. Tournour throws down the book. Muskerry goes towards the open door of the ward. Felix Tournour closes the door deliberately turns the key and holds the key in his hand.
TOURNOUR
You have no more to do with your snug little ward, Mr.
Muskerry. (He puts the key on his bunch and goes out)
MUSKERRY (muttering with slack lips and cheeks) It's—it's—the pau—pauper's bed they've given me.
GORMAN (turning round his face) Who's there?
MUSKERRY
It's—it's—Thomas Muskerry.
GORMAN
Is that the Master?
MUSKERRY
It's—it's the pauper's bed they've given me.
GORMAN
Can I give you any hand, Master?
MUSKERRY I'll want to make—the bed. Give me a hand to make the bed. (Gorman comes over to him) My own sheet and blanket is here. I needn't lie on a pauper's sheet. Whose bed is this?