Sir L. Ay, may they; and it is much the genteelest attitude into the bargain.
Acr. Look’ee, Sir Lucius! I’d just as lieve be shot in an awkward posture as a genteel one; so, by my valor! I will stand edgeways.
Sir L. (Looking at his watch.) Sure, they don’t mean to disappoint us. Ha! no, faith; I think I see them coming. (Crosses to R.)
Acr. (L.) Hey!—what!—coming!—
Sir L. Ay. Who are those yonder, getting over the stile?
Acr. There are two of them, indeed! Well—let them come—hey, Sir Lucius! we—we—we—we—won’t run!
Sir L. Run!
Acr. No,—I say,—we won’t run, by my valor!
Sir L. What’s the matter with you?
Acr. Nothing—nothing—my dear friend—my dear Sir Lucius! but I—I don’t feel quite so bold, somehow, as I did.