Acres. Out, you poltroon! you hant the valour of a grasshopper.
Dav. Well, I say no moretwill be sad news, to be sure, at Clod Hall! but I ha done. How Phillis will howl when she hears of it!Ah, poor bitch, she little thinks what shooting her masters going after! And I warrant old Crop, who has carried your honour, field and road, these ten years, will curse the hour he was born.
Acres. It wont do, DavidI am determined to fightso get along, you coward, while Im in the mind.
Ser. Captain Absolute, sir.
Acres. Oh! show him up.
Dav. Well, Heaven send we be all alive this time to-morrow.
Acres. Whats that?Dont provoke me, David!
Dav. Good-bye, master.
Acres. Get along, you cowardly, dastardly, croaking raven!
Enter Captain Absolute.
Abs. Whats the matter, Bob?
Acres. A vile, sheep-hearted blockhead! If I hadnt the valour of St. George and the dragon to boot
Abs. But what did you want with me, Bob?
[Gives him the challenge.
Abs. [Aside] To Ensign Beverley.So, whats going on now? [Aloud.] Well, whats this?
Acres. A challenge!
Abs. Indeed! Why, you wont fight him; will you, Bob?
Acres. Egad, but I will, Jack. Sir Lucius has wrought me to it. He has left me full of rageand Ill fight this evening, that so much good passion maynt be wasted.
Abs. But what have I to do with this?
Acres. Why, as I think you know something of this fellow, I want you to find him out for me, and give him this mortal defiance.
Abs. Well, give it to me, and trust me he gets it.
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