I carry off Rose Maybud and
atone with a cathedral! This is what it is to be the sport and
toy of a Picture Gallery! But I will be bitterly revenged upon
them! I will give them all to the Nation, and nobody shall ever
look upon their faces again!

(Enter Richard.)

RICH. Ax your honour's pardon, but--
SIR D. Ha! observed! And by a mariner! What would you
with me, fellow?
RICH. Your honour, I'm a poor man-o'-war's-man, becalmed in
the doldrums--
SIR D. I don't know them.
RICH. And I make bold to ax your honour's advice. Does
your honour know what it is to have a heart?
SIR D. My honour knows what it is to have a complete
apparatus for conducting the circulation of the blood through the
veins and arteries of the human body.
RICH. Aye, but has your honour a heart that ups and looks
you in the face, and gives you quarter-deck orders that it's life
and death to disobey?
SIR D. I have not a heart of that description, but I have a
Picture Gallery that presumes to take that liberty.
RICH. Well, your honour, it's like this--Your honour had an
elder brother--
SIR D. It had.
RICH. Who should have inherited your title and, with it,
its cuss.
SIR D. Aye, but he died. Oh, Ruthven!--
RICH. He didn't.
SIR D. He did not?
RICH. He didn't. On the contrary, he lives in this here
very village, under the name of Robin Oakapple, and he's a-going
to marry Rose Maybud this very day.
SIR D. Ruthven alive, and going to marry Rose Maybud! Can
this be possible?
RICH. Now the question I was going to ask your honour is-
-Ought I to tell your honour this?
SIR D. I don't know. It's a delicate point. I think you
ought. Mind, I'm not sure, but I think so.
RICH. That's what my heart says. It says, "Dick," it says
(it calls me Dick acos it's entitled to take that liberty), "that
there young gal would recoil from him if she knowed what he
really were. Ought you to stand off and on, and let this young
gal take this false step and never fire a shot across her bows to
bring her to? No," it says, "you did not ought." And I won't
ought, accordin'.
SIR D. Then you really feel yourself at liberty to tell me
that my elder brother lives--that I may charge him with his cruel
deceit, and transfer to his s