I mean, of course I couldn't have
guessed ... that any man would be such a fool ... I mean ... oh, gad, I...
ALICE. He never opens his mouth but he puts his foot in it. That's what
he's trying to say.
CLOWN. But there's time yet. Old Talon can't have paid the money to her
lawyers by this. Jeffrey Rake boasted too soon. I'll run to stop it.
EGLANTINE. Pray, do nothing of the sort, George.
CLOWN. But I will. An't I your friend? What's the address?
EGLANTINE. My pistol, Quin.
[The pistol is in his hand.
CLOWN. And the fifteen thousand Rake won. Hold it back. We'll call him out
and do for him ... one of us.
EGLANTINE. Must I go so far as to shoot you in the leg, my dear George, to
convince you that it will be an errand ill run ... that they are welcome to
their gains ... that I count myself well rid of them.
CLOWN. Oh! You don't count on my not telling the story, do you?
EGLANTINE. Though I shot you as dead as mutton, every joint would squeak
it, I feel sure.
CLOWN. Oh!
EGLANTINE. Quin; the door.
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