Sold. D. Don't get excited.
Do keep a little farther off!
Sail. D. Delighted!
[Wounds Soldier D. by misadventure.
Sold. D. (annoyed). There now, you've gone and made upon my wax a dent!
Sail. D. Excuse me, it was really quite an accident.
Sold. D. (savagely). Such clumsiness would irritate a saint!
[Stabs Sailor Doll.
Miss J. and P. (imploringly). Oh, stop! the sight of sawdust turns us faint!
[They drop into chairs, swooning.
Sail. D. I'll pay you out for that!