Burns: Mr. Duncan, believe me I had not considered you in that light.
Ogilvie: You are a damned blockhead anyway, Shy.
Duncan: Then I’ve done with argument.
[With this he flings the contents of his cup in Ogilvie’s face. Ogilvie tries to close with him, but is restrained by White and Simpson, while Muir and Burns hold Duncan.]
Duncan (to Burns): Leave me alone, you bawdy jingler. Go back to your wenching, and let men settle their own affairs. Take your hands off me, I say.
White (to Ogilvie): Sit down, Sam.
Simpson: Brawling is licentious.
[They quieten him.]
Duncan: Let me go, you.
[But Burns needs a little help from Muir to keep him in control.]