) And this is old Gaddy! (_Aloud_.) Go on if it
relieves you.
CAPT. G. You can laugh! That's all you wild asses of bachelors are fit
for.
CAPT. M. (_Drawling_.) You never WOULD wait for the troop to come up.
You aren't quite married yet, y' know.
CAPT. G. Ugh! That reminds me. I don't believe I shall be able to get
into my boots. Let's go home and try 'em on! (_Hurries forward_.)
CAPT. M. 'Wouldn't be in _your_ shoes for anything that Asia has to
offer.
CAPT. G. (_Spinning round_.) That just shows your hideous blackness
of soul-your dense stupidity-your brutal narrow-mindedness. There's
only one fault about you. You're the best of good fellows, and I don't
know what I should have done without you, but-you aren't married.
(_Wags his head gravely_.) Take a wife, Jack.
CAPT. M. (_With a face like a wall_.) Ya-as. Whose for choice?
CAPT. G. If you're going to be a blackguard, I'm going on--What's the
time?
CAPT. M. (_Hums_.)---
'An' since 'twas very clear we drank only ginger-beer,
Faith, there must ha'been some stingo in the ginger.'
Come back, you maniac. I'm going to take you home, and you're going
to lie down.
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