Sir L. Ah! that’s a pity!—there’s nothing like being used to a thing. Pray, now, how would you receive the gentlemen’s shot?
Acr. Odds files!—I’ve practiced that—there, Sir Lucius—there. (Puts himself in an attitude.) A side front, hey? I’ll make myself small enough: I’ll stand edgeways.
Sir L. Now—you’re quite out—for if you stand so when I take my aim—(Leveling at him.)
Acr. Zounds! Sir Lucius—are you sure it is not cocked?
Sir L. Never fear.
Acr. But—but—you don’t know—it may go off of its own head!
Sir L. Pooh! be easy. Well, now, if I hit you in the body, my bullet has a double chance; for, if it misses a vital part of your right side, ’twill be very hard if it don’t succeed on the left.
Acr. A vital part!
Sir L. But, there, fix yourself so—(placing him)—let him see the broadside of your full front, there, now, a ball or two may pass clean through your body, and never do any harm at all.
Acr. Clean through me!—a ball or two clean through me!