Tuneless
Very good. But that's not the only thing. We must prevent these two
from meeting, and to do that you may have to counterfeit drunkenness.
Mrs. MacPherson
I'll take care of that. We will drink despite him.
Tuneless
Yes. Watch him for me until I come back.
(Exit Tuneless.)
MacPherson
We have to say "Your wife is dead, and we're drinking our sorrows."
Mrs. MacPherson
Maybe he can hear us. Sing something about his dead wife.
MacPherson
That's a fine idea. A fine idea, Hem, la, la, la.
My wife is dead, my wife is dead,
And my heart, it feels like lead--Ooh!
(Enter Bramble.)
Bramble
What's this? Do you rejoice in my sorrow?
MacPherson
Your wife is dead and we're drinking.
Mrs. MacPherson
And we are drinking.
Bramble
These rogues are drunk. (trying to leave)
MacPherson (stopping him)
Drink away your sorrows. It's the only way.
Bramble (trying to pass)
What's all this?
Mr. and Mrs. MacPherson
Console yourself. Sit down in this chair.
Bramble (forced to sit)
The devil!
Mrs. MacPherson
You wife has left us. It's sad. We must drink until she returns.
MacPherson
If my wife dies, I will get drunk for her epitaph.
Bramble
I'm getting nothing from these drunks.
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