Nurse. Drat the old man! [Gives him glass, etc.]
Enter Landlord, followed by Waiter
Now he's completely done up!
Brum. [politely to Landlord]. Good morning, monsieur, delighted to see——
Landlord. Hang your compliments—I want no more of them.
Brum. My good sir, you surprise me!
Land. [to Waiter]. Get his rubbish together—for out he goes, and no mistake. [To Brummell.] Now, Mr. Brummell, can you pay me—or can't you—or won't you?
Brum. Dear, dear me! We'll talk about it.
Land. No, we won't. I'll have it—or out you bundle this minute.
Brum. [rising]. Sir, I am a gentleman—a poor one, it is true; and this hand, fleshless as it is—is strong enough to chastise a man who forgets it! [Brummell falls back in chair exhausted.]