Scene X
“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 forgetThe things that trouble us now.