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Sir LUCIUS |
Your honour--your honour.--Here they are. |
ACRES |
O mercy!--now--that I was safe at Clod-Hall! or could be shot before I |
was aware! |
[Enter FAULKLAND and CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE.] |
Sir LUCIUS |
Gentlemen, your most obedient.--Hah!--what, Captain Absolute!--So, I |
suppose, sir, you are come here, just like myself--to do a kind office, |
first for your friend--then to proceed to business on your own account. |
ACRES |
What, Jack!--my dear Jack!--my dear friend! |
ABSOLUTE |
Hark'ee, Bob, Beverley's at hand. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Well, Mr. Acres--I don't blame your saluting the gentleman |
civilly.--[To FAULKLAND.] So, Mr. Beverley, if you'll choose your |
weapons, the captain and I will measure the ground. |
FAULKLAND |
My weapons, sir! |
ACRES |
Odds life! Sir Lucius, I'm not going to fight Mr. Faulkland; these are |
my particular friends. |
Sir LUCIUS |
What, sir, did you not come here to fight Mr. Acres? |
FAULKLAND |
Not I, upon my word, sir. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Well, now, that's mighty provoking! But I hope, Mr. Faulkland, as there |
are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't be so |
cantanckerous as to spoil the party by sitting out. |
ABSOLUTE |
O pray, Faulkland, fight to oblige Sir Lucius. |
FAULKLAND |
Nay, if Mr. Acres is so bent on the matter---- |
ACRES |
No, no, Mr. Faulkland;--I'll bear my disappointment like a |
Christian.--Look'ee, Sir Lucius, there's no occasion at all for me to |
fight; and if it is the same to you, I'd as lieve let it alone. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Observe me, Mr. Acres--I must not be trifled with. You have certainly |
challenged somebody--and you came here to fight him. Now, if that |
gentleman is willing to represent him--I can't see, for my soul, why it |
isn't just the same thing. |
ACRES |
Why no--Sir Lucius--I tell you, 'tis one Beverley I've challenged--a |
fellow, you see, that dare not show his face!--if he were here, I'd |
make him give up his pretensions directly! |
ABSOLUTE |
Hold, Bob--let me set you right--there is no such man as Beverley in |
the case.--The person who assumed that name is before you; and as his |
pretensions are the same in both characters, he is ready to support |
them in whatever way you please. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Well, this is lucky.--Now you have an opportunity---- |
ACRES |
What, quarrel with my dear friend Jack Absolute?--not if he were fifty |
Beverleys! Zounds! Sir Lucius, you would not have me so unnatural. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, your valour has oozed away with a |
vengeance! |
ACRES |
Not in the least! Odds backs and abettors! I'll be your second with all |
my heart--and if you should get a quietus, you may command me entirely. |
I'll get you snug lying in the Abbey here; or pickle you, and send you |
over to Blunderbuss-hall, or anything of the kind, with the greatest |
pleasure. |
Sir LUCIUS |
Pho! pho! you are little better than a coward. |
ACRES |
Mind, gentlemen, he calls me a coward; coward was the word, by my |
valour! |
Sir LUCIUS |
Well, sir? |
ACRES |
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