Colonel S. I thought, Sir Harry, to have met you ere this in a more convenient place; but since my wrongs were without ceremony, my revenge shall be so too.—Draw, sir.
Sir H. Draw, sir! What shall I draw?
Colonel S. Come, come, sir, I like your facetious humour well enough; it shows courage and unconcern. I know you brave, and therefore use you thus. Draw your sword.
Sir H. Nay, to oblige you, I will draw; but the devil take me if I fight.—Perhaps, colonel, this is the prettiest blade you have seen.
Colonel S. I doubt not but the arm is good; and therefore think both worth my resentment. Come, sir.
Sir H. But, pr'ythee, colonel, dost think that I am such a madman, as to send my soul to the devil and body to the worms—upon every fool's errand? [Aside.
Colonel S. I hope you're no coward, sir.
Sir H. Coward, sir! I have eight thousand pounds a year, sir.
Colonel S. You fought in the army, to my knowledge.
Sir H. Ay, for the same reason that I wore a red coat; because 'twas fashionable.