Flo Well, I don’t know who your old Adam may be, but whoever it is,
he’s a very honest man to consult you to do so good an action.
But how dare you do such an outrageous thing? you impudent–
you unceremonious, oh! you unselfish man! you! you, you!
[Smothers him with kisses, and runs off, R. 1 E.]
Asa Well, if that ain’t worth four hundred thousand dollars,
I don’t know what is, it was sweeter than sweet cider right out of
the bung hole. Let me see how things stand round here.
Thanks to old whiskers I’ve got that ship for the sailor man,
and that makes him and Miss Florence all hunk. Then there’s that
darned old Coyle. Well I guess me and old Murcott can fix his flint for him.
Then there’s–[Looks off, L.] Christopher Columbus, here comes Mary.
Enter Mary, L. 1 E.
Mary Mr. Trenchard, what can I say to you but offer you
my lifelong gratitude.
Asa Don’t now, Miss, don’t–
Mary If I knew what else to offer. Heaven knows there is nothing
that is mine to give that I would keep back.
Asa Give me yourself. [Bus.] I know what a rude, ill-mannered block I am;
but there’s a heart inside me worth something, if it’s only for
the sake of your dear little image, that’s planted right plump
in the middle of it.
Mary Asa Trenchard, there is my hand, and my heart is in it.
Asa [Seizes here hand, then drops it suddenly.] Miss Mary,
I made what folks call a big sacrifice for you, this morning.
Oh! I know it, I ain’t so modest, but that I know it.
Now what’s this you’re doing? Is this sacrifice you are making
out of gratitude for me? Cause if it is, I wouldn’t have it,
though not to have it would nigh break my heart, tough as it is.
Mary No, no, I give myself freely to you–as freely as you,
this morning, gave my grandfather’s property to me.
Asa Say it again, last of hope and blessed promise.
[Clasps her in his arms.] Mary, there’s something tells me
that you’ll not repent it. I’m rough, Mary, awful rough,
but you needn’t fear that I’ll ever be rough to you.
I’ve camped out in the woods, Mary, often and often,
and seen the bears at play with their cubs in the moonlight,
the glistening teeth, that would tear the hunter,
was harmless to them; the big strong claws that would peel a man’s head,
as a knife would a pumpkin, was as soft for them as velvet cushions,
and that’s what I’ll be with you, my own little wife; and if ever harm
does come to you, it must come over the dead body of Asa Trenchard.
Mary I know it Asa; and if I do not prove a true and loving wife to you;
may my mother’s bright spirit never look down to bless her child.
Asa Wal, if I don’t get out in the air, I’ll bust.
[Exit hastily R. 1 E. pulling Mary after him.]
Enter Binny, L. 1 E. Drunk.
Binny [Calling.] Mr. H’Asa, Mr. H’Asa! Oh he’s gone;
well, I suppose he’ll come back to keep his happointment.
Mr. Coyle’s quite impatient. It isn’t hoften that han hamerican has
the run of the wine cellars of Trenchard Manor, and in such company, too.
There’s me and Mr. Coyle, which is a good judge of old port wine,
and he knows it when he drinks; and his clerk, Mr. Murcott,
which I don’t hexactly like sitting down with clerks. But Mr. H’Asa
wished it and Mr. Coyle hadn’t any objections, so in course
I put my feelings in my pocket, besides, Murcott is a man of hedication,
though unfortunately taken to drink. Well, what of that,
it’s been many a man’s misfortune, though I say it, what shouldn’t say it,
being a butler. But now to join my distinguished party. [Exit, R. 1 E.]
Scene 3.–Wine cellar in 3.
Coyle, Murcott and Binny discovered. Table L., with two cups and bottles.
Coyle L. of table, seated. Binny back of table. Murcott sitting on barrel,
R. Door in flat with staircase discovered, dark. Stage half dark.
Candles on table, lighted.
Coyle A capital glass of wine, Mr. Binny, and a capital place to drink it.
Asa [Without.] Bring a light here, can’t you. I’ve broken
my natural allowance of shins already.
Enters D. in F., down stairs.
Asa [To Murcott.] Is he tight yet?
Mur Histered, but not quite gone yet.
Coyle Oh, Mr. Trenchard, glad to see you, to welcome you
to the vaults of your ancestors.
Asa Oh! these are the vaults of my ancestors, are they?
Wal, you seem to be punishing their spirits pretty well.
Binny Wines, Mr. Asa? The spirits are in the houter cellar.
Coyle Oh, Mr. Asa, there is no place like a wine cellar for a hearty bout.
Here you might bawl yourself hoarse beneath these ribs of stone,
and nobody hear you. [He shouts and sings very loud.]
Asa Oh, wouldn’t they hear you? [Aside.] That’s worth knowing.
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 [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.
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.]
Dun Find him alongside? What does he mean by a long side?
and he always wants to weigh anchor. What funny fellows the sailors are.
Why the devil won’t they keep a memorandum of the weight of their anchor?
What’s the matter with the sailor’s side? [Imitates Vernon.] Oh I see, he’s got the stomach ache. [Exit, R. 1 E.]
Scene 5–Library in Trenchard Manor in 3 or 4.
Enter Buddicombe, R. 1 E., following Lord Dundreary.
Bud A letter, my lord.
Dun [Takes letter.] You may go. [Exit Buddicombe, R. 1 E. Opens letter.]
“My dear Frederick.” He calls me Frederick because my name is Robert.
“I wrote you on my arrival.” Why, I never heard from him.
“But I am afraid you didn’t get the letter, because I put no name
on the envelope.” That’s the reason why I didn’t get it,
but who did get it? It must have been some fellow without any name.
“My dear brother, the other day a rap came to my door,
and some fellows came in and proposed a quiet game of porker.”
A quiet game of porker, why, they wanted to kill him with a poker.
“I consented and got stuck–” Sam’s dead, I’ve got a dead lunatic
for a brother–“for the drinks.” He got on the other side of the paper,
why couldn’t he get stuck all on one side.
“P. S.–If you don’t get this letter let me know,
for I shall feel anxious.” He’s a mad lunatic. [Exit, R. 1 E.]
Scene 6–Coyle’s Office in 2. High desk and stool, R.
Modern box center against flat. Cabinet, L.
Asa discovered looking over papers on box. Murcott looking in desk.
Asa Have you found it?
Mur No, Mr. Trenchard. I’ve searched all the drawers but can find
no trace of it.
Asa What’s this?
Mur That’s a cabinet where his father kept old deeds,
the key he always carries about him.
Asa Oh, he does, does he? Well I reckon I saw a key as I came in
that will open it. [Exit, R. 1 E.]
Mur Key, oh, my poor muddled brain, what can he mean!
Asa [Re-enters with axe.] Here’s a key that will open any lock
that Hobb ever invented.
Mur Key? what key?
Asa What key, why, Yankee. [Shows axe, begins to break open Cabinet.]
Enter Coyle, R. 2 E.
Coyle Villains! would you rob me?
Mur Stand off, Mr. Coyle, we are desperate. [Now seizes him.]
Asa Here it is a sure as there are snakes in Virginia.
Let the old cuss go, Murcott.
Coyle Burglars! oh, you shall dearly pay for this.
Asa Yes, I’ll pay–but I guess you’ll find the change.
Coyle The law–the law shall aid me.
Asa Wal, perhaps it would be as well not to call in the law just yet.
It might look a little further than might be convenient.
Mur It’s no use to blunder, Mr. Coyle, you are harmless to us now,
for we have that, that will crush you.
Coyle Well, what are your conditions? money, how much?
Asa Wal, we warn’t thinking of coming down on your dollars.
But you have an appointment with Sir Edward at two, haven’t you?
Asa Well, I want you to keep that appointment.
Coyle Keep it?
Asa Yes, and that’s all I do want you to keep of his,
and instead of saying you have come to foreclose the mortgage,
I want you to say, you have found the release which proves
the mortgage to have been paid off.
Coyle I accept. Is that all?
Asa Not quite. Then I want you to pay off the execution debts.
Coyle What, I pay Sir Edward’s debts?
Asa Yes, with Sir Edward’s money that stuck to your fingers
naturally while passing through your hands.
Coyle [To Murcott.] Traitor!
Mur He knows all, Mr. Coyle.
Coyle Is there anything more!
Asa yes, I want you to apologize to Miss Florence Trenchard,
for having the darned impudence to propose for her hand.
Coyle What more?
Asa Then you resign your stewardship in favor of your clerk, Abel Murcott.
Coyle What, that drunkard vagabond?
Asa Well, he was, but he’s going to take the pledge at the first pump
he comes to.
Mur Yes, I _will_ conquer the demon drink, or die in the struggle with him.
Coyle Well, anything more?
Asa Yes, I think the next thing will be to get washed.
You’re not a handsome man at best, and now you’re awful.
[Coyle makes a dash at Murcott. Asa catches him and turns him round to R.] Mr. Coyle, in your present state of mind, you had better go first.
Coyle [Bitterly.] Oh, sir, it is your turn now.
Asa Yes, it is my turn, but you can have the first wash.
Come along Murcott. [Exeunt, R. 1 E]
Scene 7–Library in Trenchard Manor in 3 or 4.
Sir Edward discovered seated R. of table.
Sir E The clock is on the stroke of two, and Coyle is waiting my decision.
In giving her to him, I know I shall be embittering her life to
save my fortune, but appearances–no, no, I will not sacrifice
her young life so full of promise, for a few short years
of questionable state for myself, better leave her to the mercy of chance.
[Enter Florence, R. U. E.] that sell her to this scoundrel;
and to myself, I will not survive the downfall of my house, but end it thus.
[Raises pistol to his head. Florence seizes his arm and screams.]
Flo Father, dear father, what despair is this?
[Sir Edward buries his face in his hands.] If it is fear of poverty,
do not think of me, I will marry this man if I drop dead in my bridal robes.
Enter Binny, R. 1 E.
Binny Mr. Coyle, sir who has come by happointment.
Sir E I will not see him.
Flo Yes, yes, show him up, Mr. Binny. [Exit Binny, R. 1 E.]
Sir E Florence, I will not consent to this sacrifice.
Enter Asa, Coyle and Murcott, R. 1 E.
Sir E How is this Mr. Coyle, you are not alone?
Asa No, you see, squire, Mr. Coyle wishes me and his clerk
to witness the cutting off the seals from the mortgage,
which he has been lucky enough to find the release of.
Sir E Heavens, is it so?
Coyle Yes, Sir Edward, there is the release executed by my father,
which had become detached.
Asa [To him.] Accidentally.
Sir E Saved, saved at last from want!
Coyle Meanwhile I have paid the execution debts out of a find
which has just fallen in.
Asa Accidentally. It’s astonishing how things have fallen in
and out to-day.
Sir E But your demand here? [Points to Florence.]
Coyle I make none, Sir Edward. I regret that I should have conceived
so mad a thought; it is enough to unfit me for longer holding position
as you agent, which I beg humbly to resign–
Asa [Aside to him.] Recommending as you successor–
Coyle Recommending as my successor Abel Murcott, whose knowledge
of your affairs, gained in my office, will render him as useful as
I have been.
Asa Yes, just about.
Sir E Your request is granted, Mr. Coyle.
Asa And now, my dear Mr. Coyle, you may a-b-s-q-u-a-t-u-l-a-t-e.
Coyle I go, Sir Edward, with equal good wishes for all assembled here.
[Darts a look at Murcott and exits, R. 1 E.]