BLUNTLY.

But perhaps she is right—at least, in treating
one of us so, I am sure she is—and I will forgive
her wronging the one, for the sake of her doing
justice to the other.

  Enter Henry: he starts at seeing Blackman
and Bluntly.   HENRY.

Who are these?

  BLACKMAN.

"Who are these?" Did you ever hear such
impertinence? (Going up to him) Pray who are
you, sir?

  HENRY.

I am a man.

  BLACKMAN.

Yes—but I am a lawyer.

  HENRY.

Whatever you are, this apartment is mine,
not your's—and I desire you to leave it.

  BLACKMAN.

But to-morrow it will be mine, and then I
shall desire you to leave it, and force you to
leave it.

  HENRY.

Eleanor, retire to the other chamber; I am
sorry I left you.

[Leads her off.   BLACKMAN.

And I am sorry that I and my friend should
come here to be affronted.

  BLUNTLY.

Mr. Blackman, I won't be called names.

  BLACKMAN.

Names, sir! What names did I call you?

  BLUNTLY.

Did not you call me your friend? I assure
you, sir, I am not used to be called names.
I am but a servant whose character is every
thing—and I'll let you know that I am not your
friend.

  BLACKMAN.

Why, you blockhead, does not your master
call himself my friend?

  BLUNTLY.

Yes, my master is a great man, and he can
get a place without a character,—but if I lose
mine, I am ruined; therefore take care how you
miscal me for the future, for I assure you I
won't bear it. I am not your friend, and you
shall find I am not.

[Exit (in great anger), Blackman following.     END OF THE FIRST ACT.

 

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ACT II.