MORE. Patriotism. Quite! they'll do the next smashing themselves.
That reminds me—to-morrow you begin holiday, Steel.
STEEL. Oh, no!
MORE. My dear fellow—yes. Last night ended your sulphur cure.
Truly sorry ever to have let you in for it.
STEEL. Some one must do the work. You're half dead as it is.
MORE. There's lots of kick in me.
STEEL. Give it up, sir. The odds are too great. It isn't worth it.
MORE. To fight to a finish; knowing you must be beaten—is anything better worth it?
STEEL. Well, then, I'm not going.
MORE. This is my private hell, Steel; you don't roast in it any longer. Believe me, it's a great comfort to hurt no one but yourself.
STEEL. I can't leave you, sir.