Why to drive a corkin pin into the calves of our legs.
SERJEANT.
Well, well.
Sir LUKE.
Mine, you may imagine, was easily done—but when it came to the Baron—
SERJEANT.
Ay, ay.
Sir LUKE.
Our modern Cato soon lost his coolness and courage, screw'd his nose up to his foretop, rapp'd out a dozen oaths in high Dutch, limp'd away to his lodgings, and was there laid up for a month—Ha, ha, ha!
Enter a Servant, and delivers a Card to Sir Luke.