John. She shall marry Henry Douglas.
Douglas. Never, John Nutter! I would not marry your daughter were she at my feet entreating me to take her to my arms. (Folds his arms.) She’s not my style.
John. What, you miserable whelp! Do you know where you are—who you are speaking to? You have entreated me to give her to you; you have begged me to exert my power, and drive her to your arms; and, now that you have me in your power, you dare to insult her! Villain, I’ll strangle you! (Rushes at Douglas.)
Jarius. (Rushing between.) Hold on. Keep cool, Mr. Nutter.
Douglas. I want nothing that belongs to you, old man, but my money; that I will have. Pay me one thousand dollars, or I take immediate possession of your property.
John. O, I am justly served! I listened to your voice, embarked in speculation, turned against my daughter’s love, and now, in my old age, must wander forth without a home.
Douglas. It’s rather hard. Keep the home, and pay the money. It’s easy enough.
Jarius. Jes’ so. Pay the money, and let the sneak go.
John. How can I? I haven’t a cent in the world.
Jarius. Jes’ so. Where’s the little brown jug?