Mrs. Broderick: What is it you are about to do?
Peter Tannian: To bind him to the chair I will before he will burst out wild mad. Come over here, Bartley Fallon, and lend a hand if you can.
(Bartley Fallon appears from corner with a chicken crate over his head.)
Mrs. Broderick: O Bartley, that is the strangest lightness ever I saw, to go bind a chicken crate around your skull!
Bartley Fallon: Will you tighten the knots I have tied, Peter Tannian! I am in dread they might slacken or fail.
Shawn Early: Was there ever seen before this night such power to be in the moon!
Bartley Fallon: It would seem to be putting very wild unruly thoughts a-through me, stirring up whatever spleen or whatever relics was left in me by the nature of the dog.
Peter Tannian: Is it that you think those rods, spaced wide, as they are, will keep out the moon from entering your brain?
Bartley Fallon: There does great strength come at the time the wits would be driven out of a person. I never was handled by a policeman—but once—and never hit a blow on any man. I would not wish to destroy my neighbour or to have his blood on my hands.
Shawn Early: It is best keep out of his reach.