The Complete Works of J. M. Barrie (With Illustrations). James Matthew Barrie

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      SMEE 'Tis passing queer.

      HOOK (addressing the immensities). Spirit that haunts thisdark lagoon to-night, dost hear me?

      PETER (in the same voice). Odds, bobs, hammer and tongs, I hear you.

      HOOK (gripping the stave for support). Who are you, stranger, speak.

      PETER (who is only too ready to speak). I am Jas Hook, Captain of the Jolly Roger.

      HOOK (now white to the gills). No, no, you are not.

      PETER. Brimstone and gall, say that again and I 'll cast anchor in you.

      HOOK. If you are Hook, come tell me, who am I?

      PETER. A codfish, only a codfish.

      HOOK (aghast). A codfish?

      SMEE (drawing back from him). Have we been captained all this time by a codfish?

      STARKEY. It's lowering to our pride.

      HOOK (feeling that his ego is slipping from him). Don't desert me, bullies.

      PETER (top-heavy). Paw, fish, paw!

      (There is a touch of the feminine in HOOK, as in all the greatest prates, and it prompts him to try the guessing game.)

      HOOK. Have you another name?

      PETER (falling to the lure). Ay, ay.

      HOOK (thirstily). Vegetable?

      PETER. No.

      HOOK. Mineral?

      PETER. No.

      HOOK. Animal?

      PETER (after a hurried consultation with TOOTLES). Yes.

      HOOK. Man?

      PETER (with scorn). No.

      HOOK. Boy?

      PETER, Yes.

      HOOK. Ordinary boy?

      PETER. No!

      HOOK. Wonderful boy?

      PETER (to WENDY'S distress). Yes!

      HOOK. Are you in England?

      PETER. No.

      HOOK. Are you here?

      PETER. Yes.

      HOOK (beaten, though he feels he has very nearly got it). Smee, you ask him some questions.

      SMEE (rummaging his brains). I can't think of a thing,

      PETER. Can't guess, can't guess! (Foundering in his cockiness) Do you give it up?

      HOOK (eagerly). Yes.

      PETER. All of you?

      SMEE and STARKEY. Yes.

      PETER (crowing). Well, then, I am Peter Pan!

      (Now they have him.)

      HOOK. Pan! Into the water, Smee. Starkey, mind the boat. Take him dead or alive!

      PETER (who still has all his baby teeth). Boys, lam into the pirates!

      For a moment the only two we can see are in the dinghy, where JOHN throws himself on STARKEY. STARKEY wriggles into the lagoon and JOHN leaps so quickly after him that he reaches it first. The impression left on STARKEY is that he is being attacked by the TWINS. The water becomes stained. The dinghy drifts away. Here and there a head shows in the water, and once it is the head of the crocodile. In the growing gloom some strike at their friends, SLIGHTLY getting TOOTLES in the fourth rib while he himself is pinked by CURLY. It looks as if the boys were getting the worse of it, which is perhaps just as well at this point, because PETER, who will be the determining factor in the end, has a perplexing way of changing sides if he is winning too easily. HOOK'S iron claw makes a circle of black water round him from which opponents flee like fishes. There is only one prepared to enter that dreadful circle. His name is PAN. Strangely, it is not in the water that they meet. HOOK has risen tothe rock to breathe, and at the same moment PETER scales it on the opposite side. The rock is now wet and as slippery as a ball, and they have to crawl rather than climb. Suddenly they are face to face. PETER gnashes his pretty teeth with joy, and is gathering himself for the spring when he sees he is higher up the rock than his foe. Courteously he waits; HOOK sees his intention, and taking advantage of it claws twice. PETER is untouched, but unfairness is what he never can get used to, and in his bewilderment he rolls off the rock. The crocodile, whose tick has been drowned in the strife, rears its jaws, and HOOK, who has almost stepped into them, is pursued by it to land. All is quiet on the lagoon now, not a sound save little waves nibbling at the rock, which is smaller than when we last looked at it. Two boys appear with the dinghy, and the others despite their wounds climb into it. They send the cry 'Peter—Wendy' across the waters, but no answer comes.)

      NIBS. They must be swimming home.

      JOHN. Or flying.

      FIRST TWIN. Yes, that is it. Let us be off and call to them as we go.

      (The dinghy disappears with its load, whose hearts would sink it if they knew of the peril of WENDY and her captain. From near and far away come the cries 'Peter—Wendy' till we no longer hear them.

      Two small figures are now on the rock, but they have fainted. A mermaid who has dared to come back in the stillness stretches up her arms and is slowly pullingWENDY into the water to drown her. WENDY starts up just in time.)

      WENDY. Peter! (He rouses himself and looks around him.) Where are we, Peter?

      PETER. We are on the rock, but it is getting smaller. Soon the water will be over it. Listen!

      (They can hear the wash of the relentless little waves.)

      WENDY. We must go.

      PETER. Yes.

      WENDY. Shall we swim or fly?

      PETER. Wendy, do you think you could swim or fly to the island without me?

      WENDY. You know I couldn't, Peter, I am just a beginner.

      PETER. Hook wounded me twice. (He believes it; he is so good at pretend that he feels the pain, his arms hang limp.) I can neither swim nor fly.

      WENDY. Do you mean we shall both be drowned?

      PETER. Look how the water is rising!

      (They cover their faces with their hands. Something touches WENDY as lightly as a kiss.)

      PETER (with little interest). It must be the tail of the kite we made for Michael; you remember it tore itself outof his hands and floated away. (He looks up and sees the kite sailing overhead.) The kite! Why shouldn't it carry you? (He grips the tail and pulls, and the kite responds.)

      WENDY. СКАЧАТЬ