JONATHAN
I tell you I am Jonathan.... Don't you remember you struck me—You struck me across the face—that's what made me run away.
JOHN
I should have whipped him and put him to bed.
JONATHAN
I would have run away just the same, Uncle John.
JOHN
Don't call me Uncle John!
JONATHAN
But you are my Uncle John.
JOHN
I ask you where is Jonathan.
JONATHAN
Would you like to see him?
JOHN
I should like to know what has become of him.
JONATHAN
Would you let him come back home?
JOHN
No. When he ran away, I cast him out forever.
JONATHAN
Couldn't you forgive him if he was very, very sorry for what he had done?… Couldn't you forgive me, sir?… I am Jonathan. Honest I am Jonathan.
JOHN
Don't try to deceive me. Jonathan was impudent as you are; but he was a Clay: he was straight and fine.
JONATHAN
But I broke my back.
JOHN
Tell me where Jonathan is, you imposter.
[He takes Jonathan by the arm and twists it brutally.
Tell me.... Tell me.
JONATHAN
I don't know.... Let me go.... I'm not Jonathan.
JOHN
Tell me....
JONATHAN (in desperation)
He's dead.
JOHN
What!
JONATHAN
He's dead. He died somewhere.
JOHN
And so you tried to palm yourself off as Jonathan.
JONATHAN
I'm sorry.
JOHN
Don't you know you can't make your way with lies?
JONATHAN
Yes, sir.
JOHN
You ought to be whipped, but I suppose you don't know any better. I should have you arrested for vagrancy.