Will. Come on. My blood’s up. If you won’t apologize, you must fight.
Ned. Keep off! keep off, I say! You’ll get hurt.
Will. Shall I? I’ll risk it. (They struggle. Ned throws Will across stage. He falls on bench, L.)
Douglas. That won’t do. (Seizes jug, steps up behind Ned, and strikes him on the head. Jarius appears in the door, C.)
Ned. O, my head, my head! (Staggers, and falls on bench, R.)
Jarius. Jes’ so. (Disappears.)
Douglas. (Runs to Will, and places the jug in his hand.) Are you hurt, Will?
Will. Hurt? No. Let me come at him. Let me—
Douglas. No, no. You have nearly killed him with the jug.
Will. The jug?