METCALF. [Aside.] Fellow! It is remarkable now that I, who daily make a score of urchins tremble in their shoes at the frown of my portentous brow, can't in the least make these people afraid of me. Let me see what effect one of my frightfully severe looks would have. [Walks up to him.
CLEVELAND. Well, sir, have you any business with me?
METCALF. No, no, sir. [Aside.] I suppose my urchins feel as I do now. [Aloud.] I've got an idea, sir, about the Captain.
CLEVELAND. Well, what idea?
METCALF. [Aside.] Here comes Rose—the very image of Bridget—all I wanted was to give her time. [Aloud.] An idea—[Aside.] to trap you with sword, coat, and all—
CLEVELAND. There she is—begone, fellow—you intrude upon me.
Enter ROSE, disguised as BRIDGET.
ROSE. [Curtseying.] Your Honour sent for me.
METCALF. Ha! ha! ha! Trap to catch foxes—ho! ho! ho!
[Exit.