Sir LUCIUS
Run!
ACRES
No—I say—we won't run, by my valour!
Sir LUCIUS
What the devil's the matter with you?
ACRES Nothing—nothing—my dear friend—my dear Sir Lucius—but I—I—I don't feel quite so bold, somehow, as I did.
Sir LUCIUS
O fy!—consider your honour.
ACRES Ay—true—my honour. Do, Sir Lucius, edge in a word or two every now and then about my honour.
Sir LUCIUS
[Looking.] Well, here they're coming.
ACRES Sir Lucius—if I wa'n't with you, I should almost think I was afraid.—If my valour should leave me!—Valour will come and go.
Sir LUCIUS
Then pray keep it fast, while you have it.
ACRES Sir Lucius—I doubt it is going—yes—my valour is certainly going!—it is sneaking off!—I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands!