D’A. And you have won dishonestly!
Myers. You lie! (Zina half rises in terror.)
D’A. Take that money and let the girl go free.
Myers. Who are you (rises and confronts)?
D’A. What are you?
Myers. Well, say it.
D’A. A gambler with the honor of a thief.
Myers. In the morning you shall swallow that.
D’A. A libertine without an honorable thought!
Myers. This shall be your last croak!