JULIA
But who are with him, sir?
FAG
As to the rest, ma'am, this gentleman can inform you better than I.
JULIA
[To DAVID.] Do speak, friend.
DAVID Look'ee, my lady—by the mass! there's mischief going on. Folks don't use to meet for amusement with firearms, firelocks, fire-engines, fire-screens, fire-office, and the devil knows what other crackers beside!—This, my lady, I say, has an angry savour.
JULIA
But who is there beside Captain Absolute, friend?
DAVID
My poor master—under favour for mentioning him first. You know me, my
lady—I am David—and my master of course is, or was, Squire Acres.
Then comes Squire Faulkland.
JULIA
Do, ma'am, let us instantly endeavour to prevent mischief.
Mrs. MALAPROP O fy! it would be very inelegant in us:—we should only participate things.
DAVID
Ah! do, Mrs. Aunt, save a few lives—they are desperately given,
believe me.—Above all, there is that bloodthirsty Philistine, Sir
Lucius O'Trigger.
Mrs. MALAPROP
Sir Lucius O'Trigger? O mercy! have they drawn poor little dear Sir
Lucius into the scrape?—Why how you stand, girl! you have no more
feeling than one of the Derbyshire petrifactions!