Enter Footmen.
Take hold of that madman, and bind him.
Sir H. Nay, then, Burgundy's the word; slaughter will ensue. Hold—Do you know, scoundrels, that I have been drinking victorious Burgundy? [Draws.
Servants. We know you're drunk, sir.
Sir H. Then how have you the impudence, rascals, to assault a gentleman with a couple of flasks of courage in his head?
Servants. We must do as our young mistress commands us.
Sir H. Nay, then, have among ye, dogs! [Throws Money among them; they scramble and take it up: he pelting them out, shuts the Door, and returns.] Rascals, poltroons!—I have charmed the dragon, and now the fruit's my own. I have put the whole army to flight; and now I'll take the general prisoner.
[Laying hold on her.
Ang. I conjure you, sir, by the sacred name of Honour, by your dead father's name, and the fair reputation of your mother's chastity, that you offer not the least offence. Already you have wronged me past redress.
Sir H. Thou art the most unaccountable creature——