Char. Fire and fagots, madam, I will speak!
Helen. Do, dear Charles, while your are able—your voice will be gone in a minute or two, and then—
Char. I will be heard! (bawling)
Helen. That you will, indeed, and all over the house, too.
Char. Madam, will you hear me or not?
Helen. I am glad to find there’s no affection of the lungs!
Char. Death and torments! may I be allowed to speak—yes, or no?
Helen. Yes, but gently; and make haste before they call the watch.
Char. Madam, madam—I wish to keep my temper—I wish to be cool.
Helen. Perhaps this will answer the purpose (Fanning him).