Chapter 9

"After the Quarrel"

Laurence Raby's Chamber. LAURENCE enters, a little the worse for liquor.

Laurence: He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call'd her--worse than a dog-- The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, And I fell'd him there like a log.

I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet-- He feels it more on his brow. In a thousand years we shall all forget The things that trouble us now.