Stand back, Master Bradford. Be not so swift with your ducking-chair, Goodman Caldwell. By what right have ye bound this poor old woman?
BRADFORD
(angrily).
By what right can a Jackanapes confront his elders?
PHILIPPE
(coolly).
By the right of free speech in a free country. By the right of seeing defenseless age that lacks a champion.
GOODY GURTON
(her voice sunk to a low moan).
Mercy! Mercy!
PHILIPPE
(gallantly alert, hand on knife).
You have said your say against her. Is there one who hath spoken a word for her?
BRADFORD
(blustering).