Where do you think he is? At most he’ll be playing skittles. He has to go to the farthest alley, so that you won’t find him, and then of course it takes him a long time to get back. I don’t know what you have against the game; it’s harmless enough. ANTHONY. Against the game? I’ve nothing at all against it. Fine gentlemen must have their amusements. But for the kings of spades and diamonds, real kings would often find time heavy on their hands. And if there were no skittles--who knows?--dukes and princes might be rolling our heads about. But there’s no worse folly for a working man than to waste his hard-earned money on games. What a man has laboured for by the sweat of his brow, that he should honour and value highly, unless he wants to lose his balance altogether and grow to despise his honest work. How it hurts me to throw away a shilling! (_Door bell rings._) MOTHER. There he comes. SCENE 7 _Enter_ BAILIFF ADAM _and_ SECOND BAILIFF. ADAM (_to_ ANTHONY). Now you may go and pay your bet. _People in red coats with blue facings_ (_with emphasis_) would never come, into _your_ house! Eh? Well, here you have two of us. (_To_ SECOND BAILIFF.) Why don’t you keep your hat on, as I do? Who’s going to stand on ceremony, when he’s among his equals? ANTHONY. Equals, you cur? ADAM. You’re right, we’re not among equals. Knaves and thieves are not our equals! (_Pointing to the cupboard._) Open that! And then three paces back! Don’t juggle anything out of it. ANTHONY. What! What! CLARA (_bringing cloth for dinner_). Should I---- (_stops_). ADAM (_showing a paper_). Can you read writing? ANTHONY. How should I, when my schoolmaster couldn’t? ADAM. Well, listen! Your son has been stealing jewels. We’ve got the thief already. Now we are going to search the house. MOTHER. Jesus!--(_falls down; dies_). CLARA. Oh, mother, mother! Look at her eyes! LEONARD. I’ll fetch a doctor. ANTHONY. No need.--That’s the last face. I’ve seen it hundreds of times. Good-night, Teresa. You died when you heard it. That shall be put on your gravestone. LEONARD. Perhaps I’d better----(_going_). How awful! But it’s a good thing for me. (_Goes out._) ANTHONY (_takes out his keys and throws them on the floor_). There! Open up! Drawers and cupboards! Bring me an axe! I’ve lost the key of the chest. Oho! Knaves and thieves, eh! (_Pulls out his pockets._) I don’t find anything here! SECOND BAILIFF. Master Anthony, compose yourself! Everybody knows you’re the honestest man in the town. ANTHONY.