The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE TELL-TALE HEART CLARK. Why, it‘s main late. SERGEANT. Cheer up, neighbour Clark, we all make our mistakes. JACK. [Loader] 1 say no! I never make a mistake. I never—sing, 1 say! SERGEANT. You sing, Mr. Adams, a lovely voice you’ve got. Give us the Harvest Song. JACK. [Still loader] There isn't a song. There isn’t a harvest. It rained—ralned—ralned—tap—tap—[snon/SJ You’re a liar. The sun shone, there wasn't a sound, not a sound, [THEY begin to lack 715841?/ן%;? CLARK. [Asiae fo Sergeant] He's been a bit excited-like these last few days—and the ale's main good. Don't seem to notice him! SERGEANT. [Asla’e !0 CLARK] Right, very right, neigh- bour Clark. [JACK starts to sing, mam! remember the words, sings anything—very ”401%-?!ששthe Male about, (mocks z'! at last an flaoe with ever-increasing a'z'n. The OTHERS go an Mailing and laughing. JACK at last exhausts himself. HE assumes his flu/live 25/?ששחמו mannen-they take no notice, but laugh even leader. JACK observes them keenly—Mews up his anm, rashes lo SERGEANT andgrz'þs leis shoulder, dragging him [0 G.——5/zm'e,é5.] JACK. Villains! dissemble no more! Iadmit the deed! tear up the planks ! here ! here ! [By G.] It is the beating of his hideous heart! CURTAIN. 141