Were you thinking of me then, missis?
Mrs Huff (still to SHALE):
You found me lost in the dirt: I was with Huff.
You lifted me from there; and there again,
Like a frightened urchin, you're for throwing me.
Shale:
Let it be that! I'm firm
Not to have you about me, when the thing,
Whatever it is, that's standing now behind
The burning of the world, comes out on us.
Huff:
The way men cheat! This windle-stalk was he
Would hold a show of spirit for the world
To study while it ruined! — Make what you please
Of your short wrangle here, but leave me out.
I have my thoughts — O far enough from this.
Turning away.
Shale (seizing him):
You shall not put me off. I tell you, Huff,
You are to take her back now.