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.