edward. I never heard anything quite so funny!
mr. george booth. Edward, stop laughing.
edward. What will Colpus . . what will all the other Christian gentlemen demand? Pounds of flesh! Pounds of flesh!
mr. george booth. Don't be hysterical. I demand what is mine . . in such quantities as you can afford.
edward's laughter gives way to the deepest anger of which he is capable.
edward. I'm giving my soul and body to restoring you and the rest of you to your precious money bags . . and you'll wring me dry. Won't you? Won't you?
mr. george booth. Now be reasonable. Argue the point quietly.
edward. Go to the devil, sir.
And with that he turns away from the flabbergasted old gentleman.