Scene 3 + 

Wine cellar in 3. + 

Mr. Coyle, Abel Murcott and Mr. Binny discovered. Table L., with two cups and bottles. Mr. Coyle L. of table, seated. Mr. Binny back of table. Abel Murcott sitting on barrel, R. Door in flat with staircase discovered, dark. Stage half dark. Candles on table, lighted. + 

Mr. Coyle + 

A capital glass of wine, Mr. Binny, and a capital place to drink it. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Without. Bring a light here, can’t you. I’ve broken my natural allowance of shins already. + 

Enters D. in F., down stairs. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

To Abel Murcott. Is he tight yet? + 

Abel Murcott + 

Histered, but not quite gone yet. + 

Mr. Coyle + 

Oh, Mr. Trenchard, glad to see you, to welcome you to the vaults of your ancestors. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Oh! these are the vaults of my ancestors, are they? Wal, you seem to be punishing their spirits pretty well. + 

Mr. Binny + 

Wines, Mr. Asa Trenchard? The spirits are in the houter cellar. + 

Mr. Coyle + 

Oh, Mr. Asa Trenchard, there is no place like a wine cellar for a hearty bout. Here you might bawl yourself hoarse beneath these ribs of stone, and nobody hear you. He shouts and sings very loud. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Oh, wouldn’t they hear you? Aside. That’s worth knowing. + 

Mr. Binny + 

Very drunk⁠—rising. That’s right, Mr. Coyle, make as much noise as you like, you are in the cellars of Trenchard Manor, Mr. Coyle. Mr. Coyle, bless you, Mr. Coyle. Mr. Coyle, why his hit Mr. Coyle, I am sitting at the present time, in this present distinguished company? I will tell you, Mr. Coyle, hit his because Hi always hacts and conducts myself has becomes a gentleman, hand Hi knows what’s due to manners. Falls in chair. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Steady, old hoss, steady. + 

Mr. Binny + 

Hi’m steady. Hi always was steady. Staggers across to L. H. Hi’m going to fetch clean glasses. Exit, L. 3 R. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Now, Mr. Coyle, suppose you give us a song. + 

Mr. Coyle + 

Very drunk. I can’t sing, Mr. Trenchard, but I sometimes join in the chorus. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Wal, give us a chorus. + 

Mr. Coyle + 

Will you assist in the vocalization thereof? + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Mimicing. Will do the best of my endeavors thereunto. + 

Mr. Coyle + 

Sings. “We won’t go home till morning.” Repeat. Repeat. Falls off chair, senseless. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Finishing the strain. “I don’t think you’ll go home at all.” Now, then, quick, Murcott, before the butler comes back, get his keys. Abel Murcott gets keys from Mr. Coyle’s pocket and throws them to Asa Trenchard. Is this all? + 

Abel Murcott + 

No; the key of his private bureau is on his watch chain, and I can’t get it off. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Take watch and all. + 

Abel Murcott + 

No; he will accuse us of robbing him. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Never mind, I’ll take the responsibility. Mr. Coyle moves. + 

Abel Murcott + 

He is getting up. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Well, darn me, knock him down again. + 

Abel Murcott + 

I can’t. + 

Asa Trenchard + 

Can’t you? Well, I can. + 

Pulls Abel Murcott away. Knocks Mr. Coyle down; is going towards D. in F., meets Mr. Binny with tray and glasses; kicks it, knocks Mr. Binny down and exits up staircase, followed by Abel Murcott, carrying candle. Dark state. Mr. Binny rises; Mr. Coyle ditto. Blindly encounter each other and pummel soundly till change. + 

Quick change. + 