Sollers:
The pace it is coming down! — What to do now? —
My brain has stopt: it's like a clock that's fallen
Out of a window and broke all its cogs. — Where's
That old cider, Vine would have us pay
Twopence a glass for? Let's try how it smells:
Old Foxwhelp, and a humming stingo it is!
(To the pot dog)
Hullo, you! What are you grinning at? —
I know!
There'll be no score against me for this drink!
O that score! I've drunk it down for a week
With every gulp of cider, and every gulp
Was half the beauty it should have been, the score
So scratcht my swallowing throat, like a wasp in the drink!
And I need never have heeded it! —
Old grinning dog! You've seen me happy here;
And now, all's done! But do you know this too,
That I can break you now, and never called
To pay for you?
(Throwing the dog on the floor)
I shall be savage soon!
We're leaving all this! — O, and it was so pleasant
Here, in here, of an evening. — — Smash!
(He sweeps a lot of crockery on to the floor.)
It's all no good! Let's make a wreck of it all!
(Picking up a chair and swinging it).
Damn me! Now I'm forgetting to drink, and soon
'Twill be too late. Where's there a mug not shivered?
He goes to draw himself cider. MERRICK rushes in.
Merrick:
You at the barrels too? Out of the road!
He pushes SOLLERS away and spills his mug.
Sollers:
Go and kick out of doors, you black donkey.
Merrick:
Let me come at the vessel, will you?