Plume. You lie; and you are a son of a whore.
[Draws, and makes up to Brazen.
Brazen. Hold, hold; did not you refuse to fight for the lady?
[Retiring.
Plume. I always do, but for a man I'll fight knee-deep; so you lie again.
[Plume and Brazen fight a traverse or two about the Stage, Sylvia draws, and is held by Kite, who sounds to Arms with his Mouth, takes Sylvia in his Arms, and carries her off the Stage.
Brazen. Hold! where's the man?
Plume. Gone.
Brazen. Then what do we fight for? [Puts up.] Now let's embrace, my dear!
Plume. With all my heart, my dear! [Putting up.] I suppose Kite has listed him by this time.