Mercy.—Oh, sir, you wouldn’t joke if you knew the trouble. It may end in bloodshed!
Squire.—Who’s joking?
Mercy.—You asked me a conundrum.
Squire.—Never!
Mercy.—You asked me what is a miss—every girl knows what a miss is.
[Exits R. running.]
Leslie.—The girl is mixed. [Leslie and Squire mask.]
Dingle (Without).—You shall apologize or fight. (Enter L.) Ah, here are gentlemen who will see fair play. Come on, sir, come on!
[Enter Weatherspout L.]
Weatherspout.—Silence! Give me a chance to explain.