Acres. Out, you poltroon! you han’t the valour of a grasshopper.

Dav. Well, I say no more—’twill 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 master’s 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 won’t do, David—I am determined to fight—so get along, you coward, while I’m in the mind.

Enter Servant.

Ser. Captain Absolute, sir.

Acres. Oh! show him up.

[Exit Servant.

Dav. Well, Heaven send we be all alive this time to-morrow.

Acres. What’s that?—Don’t provoke me, David!

Dav. Good-bye, master.


Acres. Get along, you cowardly, dastardly, croaking raven!

[Exit David.

Enter Captain Absolute.

Abs. What’s the matter, Bob?

Acres. A vile, sheep-hearted blockhead! If I hadn’t the valour of St. George and the dragon to boot—

Abs. But what did you want with me, Bob?

Acres. Oh!—There—

[Gives him the challenge.

Abs. [Aside] To Ensign Beverley.—So, what’s going on now? [Aloud.] Well, what’s this?

Acres. A challenge!

Abs. Indeed! Why, you won’t fight him; will you, Bob?

Acres. Egad, but I will, Jack. Sir Lucius has wrought me to it. He has left me full of rage—and I’ll fight this evening, that so much good passion mayn’t 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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