Dor. No, Sir! (Crying.)
Phæd. So! I see
He won’t confess without a beating.—This way! (Apart.) Now
He owns it; now denies it.—Ask my pardon! (Apart.)
Dor. Beseech you, Sir, forgive me!
Phæd. Get you gone. (Kicking him.)
Oh me! oh dear!
Exit, howling.
Phæd. (aside). I had no other way
To come off handsomely.—We’re all undone.