SCENE V.
Enter Grobman.
Grob. Your humble servant, Mr. Clarenbach.
Clar. Servant, Sir! What is your pleasure?
Grob. My name is Grobman. I deal in iron wholesale.
Clar. Well; and--
Grob. And mean to settle here.
Clar. I wish you success.
Grob. But there is an other, who wishes to do the same,--one Benninger.
Clar. Success to him likewise!
Grob. He is for having the monopoly of the article here.
Clar. If so, I look upon him in a bad point of view.
Grob. But it is very profitable. I have the same object in view. Your son, the deputy, patronizes Mr. Benninger. But, if you would speak in my favour to your son, I know I should succeed.
Clar. I am a carpenter.
Grob. Very right. But then you are the Deputy's father. Benninger, as I am well informed, has secretly offered your son two thousand dollars by way of present.
Clar. What?
Grob. They have agreed.
Clar. Infamous calumny!
Grob. I will give you two hundred dollars beside, if you--
Clar. Set off!--for, upon my word, I will do you some mischief.
Grob. Do you want more than two hundred?
Clar. Justice I want, Justice! My son shall send you to prison, unless he be as great a good for nothing as yourself.
Grob. (laughs.) For what?
Clar. Sell! sell a monopoly! take money,--a bribe! My son, Jack Clarenbach, the sovereign's deputy, take money!
Grob. (laughs.) Aye, sure, for the trouble that he--
Clar. I will bring an action against you.
Grob. Are you in your senses?
Clar. I will inform--
Grob. So you may.
Clar. All you have said.
Grob. Do so.
Clar. My son shall have ample satisfaction. Where is your conscience, fellow? Defame a man in office and dignity? Now, go out by that door, or I will lay both my hands on you.
Grob. The man must be tipsy. (Laughs, and exit.)
Clar. Aye, you may laugh, you cursed thief. All my limbs tremble!--Some envious man, some fiend has sent him hither.--Jack would not betray his native town.