Bertha. I'll get a glass of water.
[Goes to washstand and brings water back.]
Here, drink this.
Chatterton. [After drinking.]
I have these spells—they are not serious.
Bertha. You are not well, you are not well.
[An increasing noise outside is heard.]
Enter Mrs. Angell in great excitement.
Mrs. Angell. Fly, Chatterton, fly! fly!
Chatterton. Have you gone mad?
Mrs. Angell. Fly! Mr. Burgum swears he'll murder you—
He is enraged.
Chatterton. I would fly only one
Who had the power to extend my lease of life:
I am aweary of the premises.
Mrs. Angell. He's foaming at the mouth.
Chatterton. Then let him foam.
Each petty wave upon the mighty sea
Foams at its pleasure—why not he? I say
Then let him foam.