Mr. Prais. Hold! Honest George; I'll not do the Town such an Injury, to whip thee thro' the Guts.
Mar. Barbarous, not to endure the Jest the whole Audience must hear with patience.
Enter Mr. Aw'dwell.
Mr. Aw'dw. What's here Quarrelling? Come on; I thank Heav'n, I never was more inclin'd to Bloodshed in my Life.
Mr. Prais. This is my Evil Genius: I said I should have no Luck to Day——Mr. Aw'dwell, your very humble Servant, did you hear a Noise, as you came in? 'Twas I made the Noise, Mr. Aw'dwell, I'll tell you how 'twas.
Aw'dw. Do, for I am resolv'd to justifie the Lady.
Mr. Prais. Then you must know, I was trying to act one of Marsillia's Heroes, a horrible blustring Fellow! That made me so loud, Sir; now, says Mr. Powell, you do it awkerdly; whip says I, in answer like a Chollerick Fool, and out comes Poker, whether George was out so soon I can't say.
Mr. Pow. How Sir! my Sword in the Scabbard, and your's drawn!
Mr. Prais. Nay, nay, may be it was George, but now we are as good Friends as ever, witness this hearty Hug! (to Mars.) Madam, I invented this Story to prevent your Rehearsals being interrupted.
Mar. I thank you Sir, your Cowardize has kept Quietness.