McNaughten
I suppose your talk is easier to comprehend?
Squire
You pretend you don't owe me a hundred pounds?
McNaughten
No—on my oath. You've loaned to someone else, not me.
Squire Perhaps, you don't recall, that before going to Germany, you needed money for the campaign—not having enough money to buy a mule, let alone a horse—
McNaughten
I don't recall a word of all this. I've never been to Germany.
Squire That's where you said you were going. You came to me for help, and I opened my purse for you, without any uncalled for remarks.
McNaughten
To me? I'd have to be crazy to borrow money from a Scotsman, or
Irishman, or whatever you are.
Squire (icily) Sir, I am Welsh. This man here can bear witness; he was with you—I recall his face. Come here, boy. Speak! Do you dare deny what his evil heart tries in vain to forget?
Spruce (terrified)
Sir—
Squire
Speak, or my hand, possessed by fury, will—