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Sir LUCIUS |
What the devil signifies right, when your honour is concerned? Do you |
think Achilles, or my little Alexander the Great, ever inquired where |
the right lay? No, by my soul, they drew their broad-swords, and left |
the lazy sons of peace to settle the justice of it. |
ACRES |
Your words are a grenadier's march to my heart! I believe courage must |
be catching! I certainly do feel a kind of valour rising as it were--a |
kind of courage, as I may say.--Odds flints, pans, and triggers! I'll |
challenge him directly. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Ah, my little friend, if I had Blunderbuss Hall here, I could show you |
a range of ancestry, in the O'Trigger line, that would furnish the new |
room; every one of whom had killed his man!--For though the |
mansion-house and dirty acres have slipped through my fingers, I thank |
heaven our honour and the family-pictures are as fresh as ever. |
ACRES |
O, Sir Lucius! I have had ancestors too!--every man of 'em colonel or |
captain in the militia!--Odds balls and barrels! say no more--I'm |
braced for it. The thunder of your words has soured the milk of human |
kindness in my breast;--Zounds! as the man in the play says, _I could |
do such deeds!_ |
Sir LUCIUS |
Come, come, there must be no passion at all in the case--these things |
should always be done civilly. |
ACRES |
I must be in a passion, Sir Lucius--I must be in a rage.--Dear Sir |
Lucius, let me be in a rage, if you love me. Come, here's pen and |
paper.--[Sits down to write.] I would the ink were red!--Indite, I say, |
indite!--How shall I begin? Odds bullets and blades! I'll write a good |
bold hand, however. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Pray compose yourself. |
ACRES |
Come--now, shall I begin with an oath? Do, Sir Lucius, let me begin |
with a damme. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Pho! pho! do the thing decently, and like a Christian. Begin now--_Sir |
----_ |
ACRES |
That's too civil by half. |
Sir LUCIUS |
_To prevent the confusion that might arise----_ |
ACRES |
Well---- |
Sir LUCIUS |
_From our both addressing the same lady----_ |
ACRES |
Ay, there's the reason--_same_ lady--well---- |
Sir LUCIUS |
_I shall expect the honour of your company----_ |
ACRES |
Zounds! I'm not asking him to dinner. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Pray be easy. |
ACRES |
Well, then, _honour of your company----_ |
Sir LUCIUS |
_To settle our pretensions----_ |
ACRES |
Well. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Let me see, ay, King's-Mead-Fields will do--_in King's-Mead-Fields._ |
ACRES |
So, that's done--Well, I'll fold it up presently; my own crest--a hand |
and dagger shall be the seal. |
Sir LUCIUS |
You see now this little explanation will put a stop at once to all |
confusion or misunderstanding that might arise between you. |
ACRES |
Ay, we fight to prevent any misunderstanding. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Now, I'll leave you to fix your own time.--Take my advice, and you'll |
decide it this evening if you can; then let the worst come of it, |
'twill be off your mind to-morrow. |
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