Sir LUCIUS
Your honour—your honour.—Here they are.
ACRES O mercy!—now—that I was safe at Clod-Hall! or could be shot before I was aware!
[Enter FAULKLAND and CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE.]
Sir LUCIUS Gentlemen, your most obedient.—Hah!—what, Captain Absolute!—So, I suppose, sir, you are come here, just like myself—to do a kind office, first for your friend—then to proceed to business on your own account.
ACRES
What, Jack!—my dear Jack!—my dear friend!
ABSOLUTE
Hark'ee, Bob, Beverley's at hand.
Sir LUCIUS Well, Mr. Acres—I don't blame your saluting the gentleman civilly.—[To FAULKLAND.] So, Mr. Beverley, if you'll choose your weapons, the captain and I will measure the ground.
FAULKLAND
My weapons, sir!
ACRES Odds life! Sir Lucius, I'm not going to fight Mr. Faulkland; these are my particular friends.
Sir LUCIUS
What, sir, did you not come here to fight Mr. Acres?