Wiggins. Please, Mr. Black Ralph, I haven’t got any.
Charles. ’Tis false! Confess yourself a vile impostor.
Wiggins. Well, well, I am.
Charles. Your Great Elixir is—
Wiggins. A humbug. (Enter Greenbax and Aspen, L.)
Charles. Repeat it before these gentlemen.
Wiggins. I am a humbug. My Elixir is a humbug, and everything is a humbug. Now let me go (rises).
Aspen. Have I been deceived? Oh, you villain!
Greenbax. What ails the doctor?
Dennis. His nerves are a little shaken.