That's just it: you are to go to Vienna as Roxbury Medcroft, not as yourself.

Ha, ha! Ripping, eh ?" "'Pon my soul, Rox, you are not in earnest ?" "Never more so." "But, my dear fellow--" "You won't do it?
That's what your tone means," in despair.
"It isn't that, and you know it.

I've got nothing to lose.

It's you that will have to suffer.

You're known all over Europe.