Spruce (taking out a ring of keys) Sir, in a second, I am going to satisfy you. (trying a key) My goodness! The key doesn't fit.
Captain
Break it open.
Spruce If you want me to, I won't object. Let's begin proceedings. (after some efforts, Spruce manages to open the trunk) (Spruce looks in and stares)
Captain
What's wrong with you? Look at me.
Spruce (bewildered)
I don't see any of your clothes in here!
Captain
What the—wretch?
Spruce Sir, there's no need to be testy. The swap we've made may be better for us. I don't believe you had clothes like these in your trunk. (displaying some expensive clothing)
Captain And my letters, scoundrel, my letters from Flavella? The letters in which she expressed her love for me? Who will give them back to me— tell me!
Spruce (removing a packet of letters from the trunk)
Wait—perhaps you will find consolation in these.
Captain Do you know that jokesters and comedians usually waste their time with me?