ould come just now when I'm angry, I'd tell him--Mum.

SCENE VIII.

[_To them_] BELLMOUR, SHARPER.

BELL. Thou 'rt a lucky rogue; there's your benefactor; you ought to
return him thanks now you have received the favour.

SHARP. Sir Joseph! Your note was accepted, and the money paid at sight.
I'm come to return my thanks--

SIR JO. They won't be accepted so readily as the bill, sir.

BELL. I doubt the knight repents, Tom. He looks like the knight of the
sorrowful face.

SHARP. This is a double generosity: do me a kindness and refuse my
thanks. But I hope you are not offended that I offered them.

SIR JO. May be I am, sir, may be I am not, sir, may be I am both, sir;
what then? I hope I may be offended without any offence to you, sir.

SHARP. Hey day! Captain, what's the matter? You can tell.

BLUFF. Mr. Sharper, the matter is plain: Sir Joseph has found out your
trick, and does not care to be put upon, being a man of honour.

SHARP. Trick, sir?

SIR JO. Ay, trick, sir, and won't be put upon, sir, being a man of
honour, sir, and so, sir--

SHARP. Harkee, Sir Joseph, a word with ye. 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.

SCENE IX.

SIR JOSEPH, BLUFFE.

BLUFF. Very well--very fine--but 'tis no matter. Is not this fine, Sir
Joseph?

SIR JO. Indifferent, agad, in my opinion, very indifferent. I'd ra