Part 11 (2/2)
McNaughten No--on my oath. You've loaned to someone else, not me.
Squire Perhaps, you don't recall, that before going to Germany, you needed money for the campaign--not having enough money to buy a mule, let alone a horse--
McNaughten I don't recall a word of all this. I've never been to Germany.
Squire That's where you said you were going. You came to me for help, and I opened my purse for you, without any uncalled for remarks.
McNaughten To me? I'd have to be crazy to borrow money from a Scotsman, or Irishman, or whatever you are.
Squire (icily) Sir, I am Welsh. This man here can bear witness; he was with you--I recall his face. Come here, boy. Speak! Do you dare deny what his evil heart tries in vain to forget?
Spruce (terrified) Sir--
Squire Speak, or my hand, possessed by fury, will--
Spruce It comes to me in a confused way--
Squire A confused way. Well, I am certain of it. I see you are no better than your master. Though I blame you less--perhaps you fear your place or a beating.
(To McNaughten) Now, sir, give me my money, or take your sword.
McNaughten What! Because I refuse to give you a hundred pounds, you compel me to fight!
Squire A little. Breaking an oath puts me in temper. Quickly--defend yourself.
McNaughten I am in no great rush. Let's discuss it further.
Squire No discussion. Your choice is clear.
McNaughten But, sir--
Squire But, sir-- You must give me satisfaction
McNaughten Me, give you, satisfaction? But, I swear, I don't owe you a penny. Sue me--I will respond in court.
Squire You know, very well, I did not even ask for a receipt! When someone owes me--I carry my own bailiff. (drawing his sword)
McNaughten Just Heaven--the brute! How am I to get out of this, without being maimed or killed? How much do you insist I owe you?
Squire A hundred pounds. How easily you forget.
McNaughten But, I can't pay you a hundred pounds. I will give you half.
Squire May I be pulverized to atoms, you will pay me my hundred pounds, in a quarter of an hour or I will kill you instantly.
Spruce (low to McNaughten The villain is prepared to kill us both, I believe. Give it to him--if you're dead, what good will the sixty thousand pounds do you? Answer him softly. The man is desperate and has nothing to lose.
McNaughten But, it's robbery.
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