VILLAIN. And with me fares His Majesty the Dollar and your meals for to-morrow.
WOMEN. We are coming, we are coming.
"Old Man." I'll go along.
TRAGEDIAN. [To the Villain.] You're a scoundrel and a mean fellow.
VILLAIN. I am no fellow of yours. I am master and bread-giver.
TRAGEDIAN. I'll crush you in a moment.
VILLAIN. What? You threaten me! Let's go.
[Turns to right. The women take their satchels and follow him.
"Old Man." [To the Tragedian.] Get up and take the trunk. We will settle the score with him some other time. It is he who has the dollar now.
TRAGEDIAN. [Rising and shaking his fist.] I'll get him yet.