Wheel. (aside). What a fool!
(Landlord, as Talbot is going, catches hold of his coat.)
Landlord. Hold, Mr. Talbot, this won’t do!
Talb. Won’t it? Well, then, my watch must go.
Landlord. Nay, nay! but you are in such a hurry to pay—you won’t hear a man. Half this is enough for your share o’ the mischief, in all conscience. Mr. Wheeler, there, had the horse on the same day.
Wheel. But Bursal’s my witness—
Talb. Oh, say no more about witnesses; a man’s conscience is always his best witness, or his worst. Landlord, take your money, and no more words.
Wheel. This is very genteel of you, Talbot. I always thought you would do the genteel thing as I knew you to be so generous and considerate.
Talb. Don’t waste your fine speeches, Wheeler, I advise you, this election time. Keep them for Bursal or Lord John, or some of those who like them. They won’t go down with me. Good morning to you. I give you notice, I’m going back to Eton as fast as I can gallop; and who knows what plain speaking may do with the Eton lads? I may be captain yet, Wheeler. Have a care! Is my horse ready there?
Landlord. Mr. Talbot’s horse, there! Mr. Talbot’s horse, I say.