Marpl. Ah, poor Charles—ha? Agad he is old— I fancy I might bully him, and make Charles have an Opinion of my Courage.
Sir Jeal. My own Key shall let me in; I'll give them no Warning.
(Feeling for his Key.
Marpl. What's that you say, Sir.
(Going up to Sir Jealous.
Sir Jeal. What's that to you, Sir.
(Turns quick upon him.
Marpl. Yes, 'tis to me, Sir; for the Gentleman you threaten is a very honest Gentleman. Look to't, for if he comes not as safe out of your House, as he went in, I have half a Dozen Mirmidons hard-by shall beat it about your Ears.
Sir Jeal. Went in; what is he in then? Ah! a Combination to undo me— I'll Mirmidon you, ye Dog you— Thieves, Thieves.
(Beat's Marplot all this while he cries Thieves.