MICHAEL. John, what do you think?
JOHN. Stop, should we still be respectful subjects of King George?
HOOK. You would have to swear ‘Down with King George.’
JOHN (grandly). Then I refuse!
MICHAEL. And I refuse.
HOOK. That seals your doom. Bring up their mother.
(WENDY is driven up from the hold and thrown to him. She sees at the first glance that the deck has not been scrubbed for years.)
So, my beauty, you are to see your children walk the plank.
WENDY (with noble calmness). Are they to die?
HOOK. They are. Silence all, for a mother’s last words to her children.
WENDY. These are my last words. Dear boys, I feel that I have a message to you from your real mothers, and it is this, ‘We hope our sons will die like English gentlemen.’
(The boys go on fire.)
TOOTLES. I am going to do what my mother hopes. What are you to do, Twin?
