Captain
Break it open.
Spruce
If you want me to, I won't object. Let's begin proceedings. (after
some efforts, Spruce manages to open the trunk) (Spruce looks in and
stares)
Captain
What's wrong with you? Look at me.
Spruce (bewildered)
I don't see any of your clothes in here!
Captain
What the--wretch?
Spruce
Sir, there's no need to be testy. The swap we've made may be better
for us. I don't believe you had clothes like these in your trunk.
(displaying some expensive clothing)
Captain
And my letters, scoundrel, my letters from Flavella? The letters in
which she expressed her love for me? Who will give them back to me--
tell me!
Spruce (removing a packet of letters from the trunk)
Wait--perhaps you will find consolation in these.
Captain
Do you know that jokesters and comedians usually waste their time with
me?
(The Captain reads the letters while Spruce inventories the clothes.)
Spruce
My intent was not to put you in a temper--but without losing time we
must make our inventory. This costume for chicanery surely belonged to
some Scotsman, and this is an Irish peasant. (displaying clothes) Now,
this one is rather modish--usable for a hunt, I think.
Captain
Oh, Heavens!
Spruce (startled by the Captain's outburst)
Where will all this thing end?
Captain
This adventure isn't easily believed.
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