Colonel S. The letter, blockhead, which I sent by you to Sir Harry Wildair; have you seen him?
Clinch. sen. Oh, lord, what shall I say now? Seen him? Yes, sir—no, sir.—I have, sir—I have not, sir.
Colonel S. The fellow's mad. Answer me directly, sirrah, or I'll break your head.
Clinch. sen. I know Sir Harry very well, sir; but as to the note, sir, I can't remember a word on't: truth is, I have a very bad memory.
Colonel S. Oh, sir, I'll quicken your memory. [Strikes him.
Clinch. sen. Zouns, sir, hold!—I did give him the note.
Colonel S. And what answer?
Clinch. sen. I mean, I did not give him the note.
Colonel S. What, d'ye banter, rascal? [Strikes him again.
Clinch. sen. Hold, sir, hold! He did send an answer.