Sir Jeal. A pox on the Act and Deed!— Fall on, knock him down.
Sir Geo. Ay, come on, Scoundrils! I'll prick your Jackets for you.
Sir Jeal. Z'ounds, Sirrah, I'll be Reveng'd on you.
(Beats Marplot.
Sir Geo. Ay, there your Vengeance is due; Ha, ha.
Marpl. Why, what do you beat me for? I ha'nt marry'd your Daughter.
Sir Jeal. Rascals! why don't you knock him down?
Serv. We are afraid of his Sword, Sir; if you'll take that from him, we'll knock him down presently.
Enter Charles and Isabinda.
Sir Jeal. Seize her then.