store it: but be orderly, and do as I bid you; otherwise
worse will befall you.

_Duellist_.--Mercury, leave him to me. I'll tutor him for you. Sirrah,
savage, dost thou pretend to be ashamed of my company? Dost thou know I
have kept the best company in England?

_Savage_.--I know thou art a scoundrel! Not pay thy debts! kill thy
friend who lent thee money for asking thee for it! Get out of my sight!
I will drive thee into Styx!

_Mercury_.--Stop! I command thee. No violence! Talk to him calmly.

_Savage_.--I must obey thee. Well, sir, let me know what merit you had
to introduce you into good company? What could you do?

_Duellist_.--Sir, I gamed, as I told you. Besides, I kept a good table.
I eat as well as any man either in England or France.

_Savage_.--Eat! Did you ever eat the liver of a Frenchman, or his leg,
or his shoulder! There is fine eating! I have eat twenty. My table was
always well served. My wife was esteemed the best cook for the dressing
of man's flesh in all North America. You will not pretend to compare
your eating with mine?

_Duellist_.--I danced very finely.

_Savage_.--I'll dance with thee for thy ears: I can dance all day long. I
can dance the war-dance with more spirit than any man of my nation. Let
us see thee begin it. How thou standest like a post! Has Mercury struck
thee with his enfeebling rod? or art thou ashamed to let us see how
awkward thou art? If he would permit me, I would teach thee to dance in
a way that thou hast never yet learnt. But what else canst thou do, thou
bragging rascal?

_Duellist_.--O heavens! must I bear this? What can I do with this
fellow? I have neither sword nor pistol. And his shade seems to be
twice as strong as mine.

_Mercury_.--You must answer his questions. It was your own desire to
have a conversation with him. He is not well bred; but he will tell you
some truths which you must necessarily hear, when you come before
Rhadamanthus. He asked you what you could do besides eating and dancing.

_Duellist_.--I sang very agreeably.

_Savage_.--Let me hear you sing your "Death Song" or the "War Whoop." I
challenge you to sing. Come, begin. The fellow is mute. Mercury, this
is a liar; he has told us nothing but lies. Let me pull out his tongue.

_Duellist_.--The lie given me! and, alas, I dare not resent it. What an
indelible disgrace to the family of the Pushwells! This indeed is
damnation.

_Mercury_.--Here, Ch