Crawshaw. Would you take it?
Richard [hesitating]. Well—I wonder.
Crawshaw. After all, as William Shakespeare says, "What's in a name?"
Richard. I can tell you something else that Shakespeare—William Shakespeare—said. [Dramatically rising.] Who steals my purse with fifty thousand in it—steals trash. [In his natural voice.] Trash, Robert. [Dramatically again.] But he who filches from me my good name of Crawshaw [lightly] and substitutes the rotten one of Wurzel—
Crawshaw [annoyed]. As a matter of fact, Wurzel-Flummery is a very good old name. I seem to remember some—ah—Hampshire Wurzel-Flummeries. It is a very laudable spirit on the part of a dying man to wish to—ah—perpetuate these old English names. It all seems to me quite natural and straightforward. If I take this money I shall have nothing to be ashamed of.
Richard. I see.... Look here, may I ask you a few questions? I should like to know just how you feel about the whole business?
Crawshaw [complacently folding his hands]. Go ahead.
Richard. Suppose a stranger came up in the street to you and said, "My poor man, here's five pounds for you," what would you do? Tell him to go to the devil, I suppose, wouldn't you?
Crawshaw [humorously]. In more parliamentary language, perhaps, Richard. I should tell him I never took money from strangers.
Richard. Quite so; but that if it were ten thousand pounds, you would take it?