Clinch. jun. A ghost! a ghost! send for the Dean and Chapter presently.
Clinch. sen. A ghost! No, no, sirrah! I'm an elder brother, rogue.
Clinch. jun. I don't care a farthing for that; I'm sure you're dead in law.
Clinch. sen. Why so, sirrah—why so?
Clinch. jun. Because, sir, I can get a fellow to swear he knocked out your brains.
Sir H. An odd way of swearing a man out of his life!
Clinch. jun. Smell him, gentlemen, he has a deadly scent about him.
Clinch. sen. Truly, the apprehensions of death may have made me savour a little. O lord! the Colonel! The apprehension of him may make the savour worse, I'm afraid.
Clinch. jun. In short, sir, were you a ghost, or brother, or devil, I will go to the Jubilee, by Jupiter Ammon.
Colonel S. Go to the Jubilee! go to the bear-garden. Get you to your native plough and cart; converse with animals like yourself, sheep and oxen: men are creatures you don't understand.