Count. You Scoundrells, I am a Gentleman, and I’ll run the first Man through that Offers to lay hold on me.
Dia. O Lud I am afraid there will be somebody kill’d.
Pas. I beg Pardon— We must Stop for a moment, something extraordinary has happen’d— I’ll go See what it is— Possibly Some Quarrel behind the Scenes [Ex: Pas.]
Count. How dare You— You Rascal— A Lady’s Character— knock him down— I’ll teach him to bring Gentlemen’s Character upon the Stage.
Pas. Pray Sir hear me,— I have not done it.
Count. Knock him down; beat him to Mummy.
Enter Pasquin disorder’d and Bloody.
Pas. Gentlemen, I hope you’ll protect me— You See how I am us’d.
Omn. What’s the matter, what’s the matter?
Pas. Why a Madman, being Spirited on by three or four Gamesters, drew his Sword upon me, and says I ought to be run through the Body, for bringing Gentlemen and Ladies’ Characters upon the Stage.