Beat. Would that my leg were wood just for the occasion.
Vic. Ladies, ladies, first consider where we are.
Beat. Oh ho! I think I begin to understand.
Elv. Oh, and so methinks do I.
Beat. It is this wretch— Elv. This knave— Beat. This rascal— Elv. This vagabond— Beat. Has told all these lies. Elv. Has done all this mischief. | } Spoken together. |
(They set upon and pinch him, etc.)
Vic. Ladies, ladies—Mercy! oh! ladies! just listen!
Elv. Listen indeed! If it were not that I hear people coming—
Vic. Heaven be praised for it!