Smug. Sir, I say that I will have satisfaction.
Sir H. With all my heart.
[Throws Snuff into his Eyes.
Smug. Oh, murder! blindness! fire! Oh, madam, madam, get me some water. Water! fire! fire! water!
[Exit with Lady Lurewell.
Sir H. How pleasant is resenting an injury without passion! 'Tis the beauty of revenge.
| No spleen, no trouble, shall my time destroy: |
| Life's but a span, I'll ev'ry inch enjoy. |
| [Exit. |