Richly:
Not a bad sale. Masterpieces like that.
Squire: Bah! The subject was lugubrious. The fall of Troy with a villainous wooden horse that had neither mouth nor tail. We made a friend out of the buyer.
Richly:
Ah, gallowsbird.
Squire:
Weren't there a couple of other paintings that represented something?
Richly: Oh, yes. They were originals by a master some think to be Leonardo— they represented the Rape of the Sabines.
Squire:
Right. We got rid of them, too—because of delicacy of conscience.
Richly:
Delicacy of conscience!
Squire: A wise, virtuous, religious man like Mr. Richly—and to have immodest nude Sabine women about him—fie! Nudity is not for the young.
(Reenter Mrs. Prim)
Mrs. Prim:
Ah, truly, I have just been warned of some nice business, Mr. Richly.
They say your son is marrying my niece.