Phil. Right off there: you can see his head just going under for the last time. Do save him!
Zeke. I’ll save him if the wool holds. (Exit Zeke, L.)
Phil. And I’ll save your demijohn! (Both Phil and Ned rush together to the demijohn.)
Phil. Let’s take it home at once.
Ned. Hold on, I must have a drop.
Phil. Be quick, then; he’ll be back. Let me have the first pull.
Ned. No, no: that brilliant idea by which we obtained it was mine.
Phil. But I executed it, and nearly executed the darkey at the same time.
Ned. Well, well, hurry, hurry!
Phil. Then here goes (drinks and spits out). Oh! murder, what stuff! Do you suppose it is poison?