Dick. I’ll find some other woman. You shan’t play the part.
Ned. Then you shan’t play my piece.
Dick. (crosses to Ned) Shan’t play your piece? Your piece?
Ned. My piece.
Dick. Yours, after all the alterations I’ve made!
Ned. Well, you have cut it up! (sits head of sofa)
Dick. Do you suppose there’s only one piece in the world? My room is full of ’em—chock full—so full I can scarcely get into it!
Ned. All rubbish.
Dick. You haven’t read them, sir.
Ned. No more have you.