RAVENSBANE [More faintly, beginning to change expression.] Her eyes are mine; her smiles are mine. [His eyes close.]
JUSTICE MERTON [With agitated swiftness, feels and listens at Ravensbane’s side.] Not a motion; not a sound! Yea, God, Thou art good! ’Tis his heart. He is—ah! he is my son. Judge Almighty, if he should die now; may I not be still a moment more and make sure. No, no, my son—he is changing. [Calls.] Help! Help! Rachel! Master Dickonson! Help! Richard! Cynthia! Come hither! [Enter Dickon and Rachel.]
RACHEL Uncle!
JUSTICE MERTON Bring wine. Lord Ravensbane has fainted.
RACHEL Oh! [Turning swiftly to go.] Micah, wine.
DICKON [Detaining her.] Stay! His pipe! Where is his lordship’s pipe?
RACHEL Oh, terrible!
[Enter, at different doors, Mistress Merton and Richard.]
MISTRESS MERTON What’s the matter?
JUSTICE MERTON [To Rachel.] He threw it away. He is worse. Bring the wine.