Dun Very good.
Asa Yes, darn me, if that ain"t good.
Dun For you. Ha! ha! One on that Yankee.
Asa Well done, Britisher. Wal, now, about that ship?
Dun I want all my influence, sir, for my own w--w--welations.
[Stammering.]
Asa Oh! you want it for your own w--w--welations. [Mimicing.]
Dun I say, sir. [Asa pretends deafness. This bus. is ad. lib.]
Asa Eh?
Dun He"s hard of hearing, and thinks he"s in a balloon. Mister.
Asa Eh?
Dun He thinks he can hear with his nose. I say--
Asa Eh?
Dundreary turns Asa"s nose around with his thumb. Asa puts his two hands up to Dundreary"s.
Dun Now he thinks he"s a musical instrument. I say--
Asa What?
Dun You stutter. I"ll give you a k--k--k--
Asa No you won"t give me a kick.
Dun I"ll give you a c--c--card to a doctor and he"ll c--c--c--
Asa No he won"t kick me, either.
Dun He"s idiotic. I don"t mean that, he"ll cure you.
Asa Same one that cured you?
Dun The same.
Asa Wal, if you"re cured I want to stay sick. He must be a mighty smart man.
Dun A very clever man, he is.
Asa Wal, darn me, if there ain"t a physiological change taking place.
Your whiskers at this moment--
Dun My whiskers!
Asa Yes, about the ends they"re as black as a n.i.g.g.e.rs in billing time, and near the roots they"re all speckled and streaked.
Dun [Horror struck.] My whiskers speckled and streaked?
Asa [Showing bottle.] Now, this is a wonderful invention.
Dun My hair dye. My dear sir.
Asa [Squeezing his hand.] How are you?
Dun Dear Mr. Trenchard.
Puts arm on shoulder. Asa repeats Dundreary business, putting on eyegla.s.s, hopping round the stage and stroking whiskers.
Dun He"s mad, he"s deaf, he squints, stammers and he"s a hopper.
Asa Now, look here, you get the Lieut. a ship and I"ll give you the bottle. It"s a fine swap.
Dun What the devil is a swap?
Asa Well, you give me the ship, and I"ll give you the bottle to boot.
Dun What do I want of your boots? I haven"t got a ship about me.
Asa You"d better make haste or your whiskers will be changed again.
They"ll be a pea green in about a minute.
Dun [Crosses to L.] Pea green! [Exits hastily into house.]
Asa I guess I"ve got a ring in his nose now. I wonder how that sick gal is getting along? Wal, darn me, if the dying swallow ain"t pitching into ham and eggs and home-made bread, wal, she"s a walking into the fodder like a farmer arter a day"s work rail splitting. I"ll just give her a start. How de do, Miss, allow me to congratulate you on the return of your appet.i.te. [Georgina scream.] Guess I"ve got a ring in her pretty nose now. [Looks off, R.] h.e.l.lo! here comes the lickers and shooters, it"s about time I took my medicine, I reckon.
Enter, from R. 2. E., Sir E., Mrs. M. Florence, Vernon, Augusta, De Boots, Wickens, Coyle, Sharpe, Binny, Skillet, Buddicombe, two servants in livery, carrying tray and gla.s.ses, a wine basket containing four bottles to represent champagne, knife to cut strings, some powerful acid in one bottle for Asa--pop sure.
Sir E Now to distribute the prizes, and drink to the health of the winner of the golden arrow.
Flo And there must stand the hero of the day. Come, kneel down.
Asa Must I kneel down?