Capt. I think, young man, you had best consider before you impute ill intention to an officer.
Juan. I know what I know.
Cres. What! you will go on, will you?
Capt. It is out of regard for you I do not chastise him.
Cres. Wait a bit; if that were wanting, ’twould be from his father, not from you.
Juan. And, what’s more, I wouldn’t endure it from any one but my father.
Capt. You would not?
Juan. No! death rather than such dishonour!
Capt. What, pray, is a clodpole’s idea of honour?
Juan. The same as a captain’s—no clodpole no captain, I can tell you.