Sir Anth. Stay!—Why, I thought you were looking for me?— Pray, Jack, where is’t you are going?

Abs. Going, sir?

Sir Anth. Ay, where are you going?

Abs. Where am I going?

Sir Anth You unmannerly puppy!

Abs. I was going, sir, to—to—to—to Lydia—sir, to Lydia—to make matters up if I could;—and I was looking for you, sir, to— to—

Sir Anth. To go with you, I suppose.—Well, come along.

Abs. Oh! zounds! no, sir, not for the world!—I wished to meet with you, sir,—to—to—to—You find it cool, I’m sure, sir—you’d better not stay out.

Sir Anth. Cool!—not at all.—Well, Jack—and what will you say to Lydia?

Abs. Oh, sir, beg her pardon, humour her—promise and vow: but I detain you, sir—consider the cold air on your gout.

Sir Anth. Oh, not at all!—not at all! I’m in no hurry.—Ah! Jack, you youngsters, when once you are wounded here [Putting his hand to Captain Absolute’s breast.] Hey! what the deuce have you got here?

Abs. Nothing, sir—nothing.

Sir Anth. What’s this?—here’s something damned hard.

Abs. Oh, trinkets, sir! trinkets!—a bauble for Lydia.

Sir Anth. Nay, let me see your taste.—[Pulls his coat open, the sword falls.] Trinkets! a bauble for Lydia!—Zounds! sirrah, you are not going to cut her throat, are you?

Abs. Ha! ha! ha!—I thought it would divert you, sir, though I didn’t mean to tell you till afterwards.

Sir Anth. You didn’t?—Yes, this is a very diverting trinket, truly!

Abs. Sir, I’ll explain to you.—You know, sir, Lydia is romantic, devilish romantic, and very absurd of course: now, sir, I intend, if she refuses to forgive me, to unsheath this sword, and swear— I’ll fall upon its point, and expire at her feet!

Sir Anth. Fall upon a fiddlestick’s end!—why, I suppose it is the very thing that would please her.—Get along, you fool!

Abs. Well, sir, you shall hear of my success—you shall hear.— O Lydia!—forgive me, or this pointed steel—says I.

Sir Anth. O, booby! stay away and welcome—says she.—Get along! and damn your trinkets!

[Exit Captain Absolute.

Enter David, running.

Dav. Stop him! stop him! Murder! Thief! Fire!—Stop fire! Stop fire!—O Sir Anthony—call! call! bid’m stop! Murder! Fire!