Cowards!
Gustaffe.
Yes, cowards! who but cowards would rush in numbers one grey-haired man?
Rip.
Yah, yah, dat's a fact!
Gustaffe.
Sheer off! you won't? then damme, here's at ye. [Drives them off.] Tell me, old man, what cause had you given them to attack you?
Rip.
I don't know; do you?
Gustaffe.