You can’t escape—that castle has no back doors.
I know it well—I’ve been about here often.
Come out! Perhaps your arguments can soften
My righteous anger. Ha! why don’t you try it?
My anger’s cheap—it’s possible to buy it.
Yes! I’ll relent if bags of gold are showered.
(Aside.) He hasn’t any gold. (Aloud.) Come out, you coward!
You won’t come out? I’ll drag you out and pound you
Like that! and that! and that! and that! etc.
(Pounds on tin drum ad lib. with gun—knocks it about until in front of Cara.—sees her, and stops suddenly.)