Enter Burgum in a fury.
Burgum. [Waving his cane.] I'll murder him!
Bertha. [Interposing.] You shall not harm him, father.
Mrs. Angell. [To Chatterton.] Come away!
Chatterton. Nay; he is harmless as a bottled bee:
He can but buzz.
Bertha. [To Burgum.] What is the matter, sir?
Burgum. That knave! that knave!—the pedigree is false!
What can you say, you villain?
Bertha. He is ill.
Burgum. I care not for his illness, let him speak!—
You swindler, speak!
Bertha. You gave him but a crown.