Sir L. O, fy! Consider your honor.
Acr. Ay—true—my honor. Do, Sir Lucius, edge in a word or two every now and then about my honor.
Sir L. Well, here they’re coming. (Looking R.)
Acr. Sir Lucius, if I wa’n’t with you, I should almost think I was afraid! If my valor should leave me!—Valor will come and go.
Sir L. Then pray keep it fast while you have it.
Acr. Sir Lucius, I doubt it is going!—yes—my valor is certainly going!—it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands!
Sir L. Your honor! your honor! Here they are.
Acr. O mercy!—now—that I was safe at Clod Hall! or could be shot before I was aware! (Sir Lucius takes Acres by the arm, and leads him reluctantly off, R.)
Sheridan.
[2] L. signifies left; R., right, and C., centre of stage.