DAR. When you’ve paid for the first.
STRAN. Paid! Don Manuel d’Acosta authorizes my demand. (Darblee shakes his head.) What’s more, I’m a priest.—Don’t you believe me? (enter two roysterers.) Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Here’s a state of affairs. I call upon you to compel this bourgeois to respect the credit of gentlemen,—to serve us drinks and as many as we want!
1st ROY. Drinks!
2nd ROY. Come, host. Drinks!
DAR. I do not dispense them for the pleasure of beholding inebriates.
1st ROY. What!
2nd ROY. Inebriates!
STRAN. Down with him! (they set upon Darblee and throw him.)
1st ROY. We’ll show you who’s an inebriate. Hold him! (1st Roysterer seizes a bottle; Stranger and 2nd Roysterer fasten themselves on Darblee’s arms; 1st Roysterer puts bottle to Darblee’s face.)