Binny [Very drunk--rising.] That's right, Mr. Coyle, make as much noise as you like, you are in the cellars of Trenchard Manor, Mr. Coyle. Mr. Coyle, bless you, Mr. Coyle. Mr. Coyle, why his hit Mr. Coyle, I am sitting at the present time, in this present distinguished company? I will tell you, Mr. Coyle, hit his because Hi always hacts and conducts myself has becomes a gentleman, hand Hi knows what's due to manners. [Falls in chair.] Asa Steady, old hoss, steady. Binny Hi'm steady. Hi always was steady. [Staggers across to L.H.] Hi'm going to fetch clean glasses. [Exit, L. 3 R.] Asa Now, Mr. Coyle, suppose you give us a song. Coyle [Very drunk.] I can't sing, Mr. Trenchard, but I sometimes join in the chorus. Asa Wal, give us a chorus. Coyle Will you assist in the vocalization thereof? Asa [Mimicing.] Will do the best of my endeavors thereunto. Coyle [Sings.] ``We won't go home till morning.'' Repeat. Repeat [Falls off chair, senseless.] Asa [Finishing the strain.] ``I don't think you'll go home at all.'' Now, then, quick, Murcott, before the butler comes back, get his keys. [Murcott gets keys from Coyle's pocket and throws them to Asa.] Is this all? Mur No; the key of his private bureau is on his watch chain, and I can't get it off. Asa Take watch and all. Mur No; he will accuse us of robbing him. Asa Never mind, I'll take the responsibility. [Coyle moves.] Mur He is getting up. Asa Well, darn me, knock him down again. Mur I can't. Asa Can't you? Well, I can. [Pulls Murcott away. Knocks Coyle down; is going towards D. in F., meets Binny with tray and glasses; kicks it, knocks Binny down and exits up staircase, followed by Murcott, carrying candle. Dark state. Binny rises; Coyle ditto. Blindly encounter each other and pummel soundly till change. Quick Change Scene 4--Chamber in 1, same as Scene 2. Enter Dundreary and Vernon, L. 1 E. Dundreary stops, C., and is seized with an inclination to sneeze. Motions with his hand to Vernon. Ver My lord! [Business Dundreary sneezing.] Your lordship! [Dundreary same bus. Louder.] My lord! Dun There you go; now you've spoiled it. Ver Spoiled what, my lord? Dun Spoiled what? why a most magnificent sneeze. Ver I'm very sorry to interrupt your lordship's sneeze, but I merely wanted to express my gratitude to you for getting me a ship. Dun Sir, I don't want your gratitude, I only want to sneeze. Ver Very well, my lord, then I will leave you, and this gives you an opportunity for sneezing. [Crosses to R.] But in return for what you have done for me, should you ever want a service a sailor can offer you, just hail Harry Vernon, and you'll find he'll weigh anchor and be alongside. [Hitches up breeches and exits, R. 1 E.]