In consideration of
some favours lately received, I would not have you draw yourself
into a PREMUNIRE, by trusting to that sign of a man there--that
pot-gun charged with wind.
SIR JO. O Lord, O Lord, Captain, come justify yourself--I'll give
him the lie if you'll stand to it.
SHARP. Nay, then, I'll be beforehand with you, take that, oaf.
[Cuffs him.]
SIR JO. Captain, will you see this? Won't you pink his soul?
BLUFF. Husht, 'tis not so convenient now--I shall find a time.
SHARP. What do you mutter about a time, rascal? You were the
incendiary. There's to put you in mind of your time.--A
memorandum. [Kicks him.]
BLUFF. Oh, this is your time, sir; you had best make use on't.
SHARP. I--Gad and so I will: there's again for you. [Kicks him.]
BLUFF. You are obliging, sir, but this is too public a place to
thank you in. But in your ear, you are to be seen again?
SHARP. Ay, thou inimitable coward, and to be felt--as for example.
[Kicks him.]
BELL. Ha, ha, ha, prithee come away; 'tis scandalous to kick this
puppy unless a man were cold and had no other way to get himself
aheat.
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