that do? (Growling to himself as he gets the first boot on with a
wrench) I'll go to them, so I will. (To Judith peremptorily) Get
me the pistols: I want them. And money, money: I want money--all
the money in the house. (He stoops over the other boot,
grumbling) A great satisfaction it would be to him to have my
company on the gallows. (He pulls on the boot.)

JUDITH. You are deserting him, then?

ANDERSON. Hold your tongue, woman; and get me the pistols. (She
goes to the press and takes from it a leather belt with two
pistols, a powder horn, and a bag of bullets attached to it. She
throws it on the table. Then she unlocks a drawer in the press
and takes out a purse. Anderson grabs the belt and buckles it on,
saying) If they took him for me in my coat, perhaps they'll take
me for him in his. (Hitching the belt into its place) Do I look
like him?

JUDITH (turning with the purse in her hand). Horribly unlike him.

ANDERSON (snatching the purse from her and emptying it on the
table). Hm! We shall see.

JUDITH (sitting down helplessly). Is it of any use to pray, do
you think, Tony?

ANDERSON (counting the money). Pray! Can we pray Swindon's rope
off Richard's neck?

JUDITH. God may soften Major Swindon's heart.