----Smash!
[He sweeps a lot of crockery on to the floor.]
It's all no good! Let's make a wreck of it all!
[Picking up a chair and swinging it.]
Damn me! Now I'm forgetting to drink, and soon
'Twill be too late. Where's there a mug not shivered?
[He goes to draw himself cider. MERRICK rushes in.]
Merrick:
You at the barrels too? Out of the road!
[He pushes SOLLERS away and spills his mug.]
Sollers:
Go and kick out of doors, you black donkey.
Merrick:
Let me come at the vessel, will you?
[They wrestle savagely.]
Sollers:
Keep off;
I'm the first here. Lap what you've spilt of mine.
Merrick:
You with your chiselling and screw-driving,
Your wooden work, you bidding me, the man
Who hammers a meaning into red hot iron?
[VINE comes in slowly. He is weeping; the two wrestlers stop and stare
at him, as he sits down, and holds his head in his hands, sobbing.]
Vine:
O this is a cruel affair!
Sollers:
Here's Vine crying!
Vine:
I've seen the moon.
Merrick:
The moon? 'Tisn't the moon
That's tumbling on us, but yon raging star.
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