DAVID Every body that I know of, Sir Anthony:—everybody is going to fight, my poor master, Sir Lucius O'Trigger, your son, the captain——
Sir ANTHONY
Oh, the dog! I see his tricks.—Do you know the place?
DAVID
King's-Mead-Fields.
Sir ANTHONY
You know the way?
DAVID Not an inch; but I'll call the mayor—aldermen—constables—churchwardens—and beadles—we can't be too many to part them.
Sir ANTHONY Come along—give me your shoulder! we'll get assistance as we go—the lying villain!—Well, I shall be in such a frenzy!—So—this was the history of his trinkets! I'll bauble him!
[Exeunt.]
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Scene III—King's-Mead-Fields. [Enter Sir LUCIUS O'TRIGGER and ACRES, with pistols.]
ACRES By my valour! then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good distance. Odds levels and aims!—I say it is a good distance.