Hold him, hold him,—I can command my passion.
Enter JONATHAN.
JONATHAN
What the rattle ails you? Is the old one in you? Let the colonel alone, can't you? I feel chock-full of fight,—do you want to kill the colonel?—
MANLY
Be still, Jonathan; the gentleman does not want to hurt me.
JONATHAN
Gor! I—I wish he did; I'd shew him Yankee boys play, pretty quick.—Don't you see you have frightened the young woman into the hystrikes?
VAN ROUGH
Pray, some of you explain this; what has been the occasion of all this racket?