Rory. But join or ye spoil all.
Talb. You have spoiled all, indeed.
Lord J. (making a formal low bow). Mr. Talbot, Lord John thanks you.
Rory. Lord John! blood and thunder! I forgot you were by—quite and clean.
Lord J. (puts him aside and continues speaking to Talbot). Lord John thanks you, Mr. Talbot: this is the second part of the caricature. Lord John thanks you for these proofs of friendship—Lord John has reason to thank you, Mr. Talbot.
Rory. No reason in life now. Don’t be thanking so much for nothing in life; or if you must be thanking of somebody, it’s me you ought to thank.
Lord J. I ought and do, sir, for unmasking one who—
Talb. (warmly). Unmasking, my lord—
Rory (holding them asunder). Phoo! phoo! phoo! be easy, can’t ye?—there’s no unmasking at all in the case. My Lord John, Talbot’s writing the song was all a mistake.
Lord J. As much a mistake as your singing it, sir, I presume—