HOBSON. I've got three daughters, Doctor MacFarlane, and they tried to keep their thumbs on me.
DOCTOR. Well? Where are they?
HOBSON. Married—and queerly married.
DOCTOR. You drove them to it.
HOBSON. They all grew uppish. Maggie worst of all.
DOCTOR. Maggie? Then I'll tell ye what ye'll do, Mr. Hobson. You will get Maggie back. At any price. At all costs to your pride, as your medical man I order you to get Maggie back. (Movement from HOBSON.) I don't know Maggie, but I prescribe her, and—damn ye, sir, are ye going to defy me again?
HOBSON. I tell you I won't have it.
DOCTOR. You'll have to have it. You're a dunderheaded lump of obstinacy, but I've taken a fancy to ye and I decline to let ye kill yeself.
HOBSON. I've escaped from the thraldom of women once, and—
DOCTOR. And a pretty mess you've made of your liberty. Now this Maggie ye mention—if ye'll tell me where she's to be found, I'll just step round and have a crack with her maself, for I've gone beyond the sparing of a bit of trouble over ye.