Belfry. [Seizes Groom, who makes no resistance]
You murdering hound! Why—Groom! Of all men, Groom!
Prince of good fellows and of actors! Groom!
[Enter Hildreth, Salerne, and Abbot. Their clothes are torn and their faces scratched and bruised. Hildreth kneels by Sir Tristram. Salerne and Abbot take charge of Groom.]
Hildreth. Tristram! My friend! My chief!
Sir T. Hildreth! Good lad!
Europa. You fool; you dull, dull groom! Let me; let me!
[Europa and Hildreth support Sir Tristram while one of the Doctors attends to his wound.]
Tristram, you need me now!
Sir T. Europa! Yes;
I love to have a woman near me.—Death,
Sudden as I desired: but one regret—
One only; my theatre. If you had struck
Before I sold it!
Groom. Curse me, can't you, Tristram!
Belfry. [To himself]
He'll want the bargain cancelled. Shall I? No;
I need the Grosvenor, and the Grosvenor's mine.
[Goes out quickly.]