Роберт Льюис Стивенсон - The Plays of W. E. Henley and R. L. Stevenson стр 9.

Lawson. Ay, I made a note o that observation, William [and assoilzied mysel]. Marys a guid lass, and Im her uncle, and Im here to be answered. Is it to be ay or no?

Brodie. Its to be no. This marriage must be quashed; and hark ye, Procurator, you must help me.

Lawson. Me? yere daft! And what for why?

Brodie. Because Ive spent the trust-money, and I cant refund it.

Lawson. Ye reprobate deevil!

Brodie. Have a care, Procurator. No wry words!

Lawson. Do you say it to my face, sir? Dod, sir, Im the Crown Prosecutor.

Brodie. Right. The Prosecutor for the Crown. And where did you get your brandy?

Lawson. Eh?

Brodie. Your brandy! Your brandy man! Where do you get your brandy? And you a Crown official and an elder!

Lawson. Whaur the deevil did ye hear that?

Brodie. Rogues all! Rogues all, Procurator!

Lawson. Ay, ay. Lord save us! Guidsake, to think o that noo!.. Can ye give me some o that Cognac? Im.. Im sort o shaken, William, Im sort o shaken. Thank you, William! (Looking, piteously at glass.) Nunc est bibendum. (Drinks.) Troth, Im set ajee a bit. Wha the deevil tauld ye?

Brodie. Ask no questions, brother. We are a pair.

Lawson. Pair, indeed! Pair, William Brodie! Upon my saul, sir, yere a brazen-faced man that durst say it to my face! Tak you care, my bonnie young man, that your craig doesna feel the wecht o your hurdies. Keep the plainstanes side o the gallows. Via trita, via tuta, William Brodie!

Brodie. And the brandy, Procurator? and the brandy?

Lawson. Ay.. weel.. bet sae! Let the brandy bide, man, let the brandy bide! But for you and the trust-money.. damned! Its felony. Tutor in rem suam, ye ken, tutor in rem suam. But O man, Deacon, whaur is the siller?

Brodie. Its gone O how the devil should I know? But itll never come back.

Lawson. Dear, dear! A gone to the winds o heaven! Sae yere an extravagant dog, too. Prodigus et furiosus! And that puir lass eh, Deacon, man, that puir lass! I mind her such a bonny bairn.

Brodie (stopping his ears). Brandy, brandy, brandy, brandy, brandy

Lawson. William Brodie, monys the long day that Ive believed in you; prood, prood was I to be the Deacons uncle; and a sore hearing have I had of it the day. Thats past; thats past like Flodden Field; its an auld sang noo, and Im an aulder man than when I crossed your door. But mark ye this mark ye this, William Brodie, I may be no sae guids I should be; but theres no a saul between the east sea and the wast can lift his een to God that made him, and say I wranged him as ye wrang that lassie. I bless God, William Brodie ay, though he was like my brother I bless God that he that got ye has the hand of death upon his hearing, and can win into his grave a happier man than me. And ye speak to me, sir? Think shame think shame upon your heart!

Brodie. Rogues all!

Lawson. Youre the son of my sister, William Brodie. Mair than that I stop not to inquire. If the siller is spent, and the honour tint Lord help us, and the honour tint!  sae be it, I maun bow the head. Ruin shallna come by me. Na, and Ill say mair, William; we have a our weary sins upon our backs, and maybe I have mair than mony. But, man, if ye could bring half the jointure.. [potius quam pereas].. for your mithers son? Na? You couldna bring the half? Weel, weel, its a sair heart I have this day, a sair heart and a weary. If I were a better man mysel.. but there, there, its a sair heart that I have gotten. And the Lord kens Ill help ye if I can. [Potius quam pereas.]

Brodie. Sore hearing, does he say? My hands wet. But its victory. Shall it be go? or stay? [I should show them all I can, or they may pry closer than they ought.] Shall I have it out and be done with it? To see Mary at once [to carry bastion after bastion at the charge] there were the true safety after all! Hurry hurrys the road to silence now. Let them once get tattling in their parlours, and its death to me. For Im in a cruel corner now. Im down, and I shall get my kicking soon and soon enough. I began it in the lust of life, in a hey-day of mystery and adventure. I felt it great to be a bolder, craftier rogue than the drowsy citizen that called himself my fellow-man. [It was meat and drink to know him in the hollow of my hand, hoarding that I and mine might squander, pinching that we might wax fat.] It was in the laughter of my heart that I tip-toed into his greasy privacy. I forced the strong-box at his ear while he sprawled beside his wife. He was my butt, my ape, my jumping-jack. And now.. O fool, fool! [Duped by such knaves as are a shame to knavery, crimes rabble, hells tatterdemalions!] Shorn to the quick! Rooked to my vitals! And I must thieve for my daily bread like any crawling blackguard in the gutter. And my sister.. my kind, innocent sister! She will come smiling to me with her poor little love-story, and I must break her heart. Broken hearts, broken lives!.. I should have died before.

Mary (tapping without). Can I come in, Will?

Brodie. O yes, come in, come in! (Mary enters.) I wanted to be quiet, but it doesnt matter, I see. You women are all the same.

Mary. O no, Will, theyre not all so happy, and theyre not all Brodies. But Ill be a woman in one thing. For Ive come to claim your promise, dear; and Im going to be petted and comforted and made much of, altho I dont need it, and.. Why, Will, whats wrong with you? You look.. I dont know what you look like.

Brodie. O nothing! A splitting head and an aching heart. Well! youve come to speak to me. Speak up. What is it? Come, girl! What is it? Cant you speak?

Mary. Why, Will, what is the matter?

Brodie. I thought you had come to tell me something. Here I am. For Gods sake out with it, and dont stand beating about the bush.

Mary. O be kind, be kind to me.

Brodie. Kind? I am kind. Im only ill and worried, cant you see? Whimpering? I knew it! Sit down, you goose! Where do you women get your tears?

Mary. Why are you so cross with me? Oh, Will, you have forgot your sister! Remember, dear, that I have nobody but you. Its your own fault, Will, if youve taught me to come to you for kindness, for I always found it. And I mean you shall be kind to me again. I know you will, for this is my great need, and the day Ive missed my mother sorest. Just a nice look, dear, and a soft tone in your voice, to give me courage, for I can tell you nothing till I know that youre my own brother once again.

Brodie. If youd take a hint, youd put it off till to-morrow. But I suppose you wont. On, then, Im listening. Im listening!

Mary. Mr. Leslie has asked me to be his wife.

Brodie. He has, has he?

Mary. And I have consented.

Brodie. And.. ?

Mary. You can say that to me? And that is all you have to say?

Brodie. O no, not all.

Mary. Speak out, sir. I am not afraid.

Brodie. I suppose you want my consent?

Mary. Can you ask?

Brodie. I didnt know. You seem to have got on pretty well without it so far.

Mary. O shame on you! shame on you!

Brodie. Perhaps you may be able to do without it altogether. I hope so. For youll never have it Mary!.. I hate to see you look like that. If I could say anything else, believe me, I would say it. But I have said all; every word is spoken; theres the end.