Spruce
It comes to me in a confused way—
Squire
A confused way. Well, I am certain of it. I see you are no better than
your master. Though I blame you less—perhaps you fear your place or a
beating.
(To McNaughten)
Now, sir, give me my money, or take your sword.
McNaughten What! Because I refuse to give you a hundred pounds, you compel me to fight!
Squire A little. Breaking an oath puts me in temper. Quickly—defend yourself.
McNaughten
I am in no great rush. Let's discuss it further.
Squire
No discussion. Your choice is clear.
McNaughten
But, sir—
Squire
But, sir— You must give me satisfaction
McNaughten Me, give you, satisfaction? But, I swear, I don't owe you a penny. Sue me—I will respond in court.
Squire You know, very well, I did not even ask for a receipt! When someone owes me—I carry my own bailiff. (drawing his sword)