Gin. (Starting.) Foh de Lord’s sake, Massa Topp, dat’s more dan my conscience kin stan’.
Spratt. I overlook your insult. To return to business, you advertised for them.
Topp. What, I! Never! Take them away instanter or I’ll not answer for their lives.
Spratt. You gray-headed old monster!
Topp. (Enraged.) What! Call me names in my own house.
Spratt. Yes, and I’ve a mind to chastise you.
Topp. Chastise me! Don’t you try it. (Feint of sparring. Catches crick in shoulder. Spratt laughs.) Laughing at me, you ruffian! I’m not so decrepit, sir, I’d have you understand!
Spratt. (Boastingly.) I could do you in a minute.
Topp. I am forgetting myself, you are beneath my notice. Potts, show this man out.