[Strikes him.
Smug. Curiosity! Deuce take your curiosity, sir!—What d'ye mean?
Sir H. Nothing at all; I'm but in jest, sir.
Smug. Oh, I can take any thing in jest! but a man might imagine, by the smartness of the stroke, that you were in downright earnest.
Sir H. Not in the least, sir; [Strikes him.] not in the least, indeed, sir.
Smug. Pray, good sir, no more of your jests; for they are the bluntest jests that ever I knew.
Sir H. [Strikes.] I heartily beg your pardon, with all my heart, sir.
Smug. Pardon, sir! Well, sir, that is satisfaction enough from a gentleman. But, seriously, now, if you pass any more of your jests upon me, I shall grow angry.
Sir H. I humbly beg your permission to break one or two more. [Strikes him.
Smug. Oh, lord, sir, you'll break my bones! Are you mad, sir? Murder, felony, manslaughter!