Squire Hey, dear fellow, what luck--let me embrace you a thousand times to show you how happy I am to see you. Look at me--I was outre--in despair. This has been a horrible day, I've had nothing but bad luck until Lo! I meet you. I've been buffeted on all sides by fate. Just like a football. McNaughten Sir, I am sorry to see you this way, but I have no time to struggle with you. Squire A pistol shot would be good for me. I wish someone would crush me into the ground. McNaughten Who is this Irishman? Spruce Evidently, a dear friend of yours---although I think he's Welsh. McNaughten I've never seen him before. Squire I've just left a house--may the earth swallow it, and nature perish with it--where I lost my last penny at cards. Outrageous luck. So, I am obliged to ask you for the hundred pounds I loaned you when you were in need. Excuse my importuning you, but you will pardon me--you can see what a state I am in. McNaughten I pardon you, entirely, and you will pardon me, too, if I say that this surprises me, entirely. I don't know you. How could you lend me a hundred pounds, never having seen me before? Squire (coldly) What kind of talk is this? It passes my understanding. McNaughten I suppose your talk is easier to comprehend? Squire You pretend you don't owe me a hundred pounds? McNaughten No--on my oath. You've loaned to someone else, not me. Squire Perhaps, you don't recall, that before going to Germany, you needed money for the campaign--not having enough money to buy a mule, let alone a horse-- McNaughten I don't recall a word of all this. I've never been to Germany. Squire That's where you said you were going. You came to me for help, and I opened my purse for you, without any uncalled for remarks. McNaughten To me? I'd have to be crazy to borrow money from a Scotsman, or Irishman, or whatever you are. Squire (icily) Sir, I am Welsh. This man here can bear witness; he was with you--I recall his face. Come here, boy. Speak! Do you dare deny what his evil heart tries in vain to forget? Spruce (terrified) Sir-- Squire Speak, or my hand, possessed by fury, will-- Spruce It comes to me in a confused way-- Squire A confused way. Well, I am certain of it. I see you are no better than your master. Though I blame you less--perhaps you fear your place or a beating. (To McNaughten) Now, sir, give me my money, or take your sword. McNaughten What! Because I refuse to give you a hundred pounds, you compel me to fight! Squire A little. Breaking an oath puts me in temper. Quickly--defend yourself. McNaughten I am in no great rush. Let's discuss it further. Squire No discussion. Your choice is clear. McNaughten But, sir-- Squire But, sir-- You must give me satisfaction McNaughten Me, give you, satisfaction? But, I swear, I don't owe you a penny. Sue me--I will respond in court. Squire You know, very well, I did not even ask for a receipt! When someone owes me--I carry my own bailiff. (drawing his sword)