Silas. Never! Not a cent! Get out of my house! You’re a pair of knaves. There is no elephant about here. It’s all a lie. I won’t be swindled. Get out, I say!
Pat. Knave! Look to yersilf, owld gint. It’s not dacent for the likes of yez to call names. A lie? Troth, I’ll jist bring Biddy and the childer to tistify to the truth—so I will.
Silas. Shut up! Clear out! If you want damages, you can have them. I’m getting my dander up, and shall sartinly damage both of yer.
Bias. Don’t you do it, don’t you do it. De law will fix you, old gent.
Pat. Begorra, I’ll spind me intire fortune, but I’ll have justice.
Silas. Are you going?
Pat. To a lawyer, straight. I blush for yez, owld gint, I blush for yez.
[Exit, L.
Bias. Dat ar wagon, and dat ar hoss, and dem ar goods, and de ole lady must be repaired. So de law will tell yez, Massa Somebody. Das a fac’, das a fac’.
[Exit, L.