Scene II The Same, Dikoy and Boris
DIKOY. Did you come here to loaf about in idleness? eh? Lazy good for nothing fellow, confound you!
BORIS. It’s a holiday; what could I be doing at home?
DIKOY. You’d find work to do if you wanted to. I’ve said it once, and I’ve said it twice, “don’t dare to let me come across you”; you’re incorrigible! Isn’t there room enough for you? Go where one will, there you are! Damn you! Why do you stand there like a post? Do you hear what’s said to you?
BORIS. I’m listening,—what more am I to do?
DIKOY (looking at Boris). Get away with you! I won’t talk to a Jesuit like you. (Going) To come forcing himself on me here!
[Spits and exit.