Bal. Pray, captain, read the articles of war; we'll see him listed immediately.
Plume. [Reads. Articles of war, against mutiny and desertion, &c.
Syl. Hold, sir——Once more, gentlemen, have a care what you do; for you shall severely smart for any violence you offer to me; and you, Mr. Balance, I speak to you particularly, you shall heartily repent it.
Plume. Lookye, young spark, say but one word more, and I'll build a horse for you as high as the cieling, and make you ride the most tiresome journey that ever you made in your life.
Syl. You have made a fine speech, good Captain Huff-cap! but you had better be quiet; I shall find a way to cool your courage.
Plume. Pray, gentlemen, don't mind him, he's distracted.
Syl. 'Tis false! I am descended of as good a family as any in your county; my father is as good a man as any upon your bench, and I am heir to twelve hundred pounds a-year.
Bal. He's certainly mad. Pray, captain, read the articles of war.
Syl. Hold, once more. Pray, Mr. Balance, to you I speak; suppose I were your child, would you use me at this rate?
Bal. No, 'faith: were you mine, I would send you to Bedlam first, and into the army afterwards.