Sir Anth. Fire! Murder!—Where?

Dav. Oons! he’s out of sight! and I’m out of breath for my part! O Sir Anthony, why didn’t you stop him? why didn’t you stop him?

Sir Anth. Zounds! the fellow’s mad!—Stop whom? stop Jack?

Dav. Ay, the captain, sir!—there’s murder and slaughter—

Sir Anth. Murder!

Dav. Ay, please you, Sir Anthony, there’s all kinds of murder, all sorts of slaughter to be seen in the fields: there’s fighting going on, sir—bloody sword-and-gun fighting!

Sir Anth. Who are going to fight, dunce?

Dav. Everybody that I know of, Sir Anthony:—everybody is going to fight, my poor master, Sir Lucius O’Trigger, your son, the captain—

Sir Anth. Oh, the dog! I see his tricks.—Do you know the place?

Dav. King’s-Mead-Fields.

Sir Anth. You know the way?

Dav. Not an inch; but I’ll call the mayor—aldermen— constables—churchwardens—and beadles—we can’t be too many to part them.

Sir Anth. Come along—give me your shoulder! we’ll get assistance as we go—the lying villain!—Well, I shall be in such a frenzy!—So—this was the history of his trinkets! I’ll bauble him!

[Exeunt.

Scene III.—King’s-Mead-Fields.

Enter Sir Lucius O’Trigger and Acres, with pistols.

Acres. By my valour! then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good distance. Odds levels and aims!—I say it is a good distance.

Sir Luc. Is it for muskets or small field-pieces? Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, you must leave those things to me.—Stay now—I’ll show you.—[Measures paces along the stage.] There now, that is a very pretty distance—a pretty gentleman’s distance.

Acres. Zounds! we might as well fight in a sentry-box! I tell you, Sir Lucius, the farther he is off, the cooler I shall take my aim.

Sir Luc. Faith! then I suppose you would aim at him best of all if he was out of sight!

Acres. No, Sir Lucius; but I should think forty or eight and thirty yards—

Sir Luc. Pho! pho! nonsense! three or four feet between the mouths of your pistols is as good as a mile.

Acres. Odds bullets, no!—by my valour! there is no merit in killing him so near; do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down at a long shot—a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love me.