SIR BENJAMIN. No, no—to Mr. Surface—'a most ungrateful Fellow; and old as I am, Sir,' says He, 'I insist on immediate satisfaction.'
MRS. CANDOUR. Aye that must have been to Charles for 'tis very unlikely Mr. Surface should go to fight in his own House.
SIR BENJAMIN. Gad's Life, Ma'am, not at all—giving me immediate satisfaction—on this, Madam—Lady Teazle seeing Sir Peter in such Danger—ran out of the Room in strong Hysterics—and Charles after her calling out for Hartshorn and Water! Then Madam—they began to fight with Swords——
Enter CRABTREE
CRABTREE. With Pistols—Nephew—I have it from undoubted authority.
MRS. CANDOUR. Oh, Mr. Crabtree then it is all true——
CRABTREE. Too true indeed Ma'am, and Sir Peter Dangerously wounded——
SIR BENJAMIN. By a thrust in second—quite thro' his left side
CRABTREE. By a Bullet lodged in the Thorax——
MRS. CANDOUR. Mercy—on me[!] Poor Sir Peter——