O. Small. Tis not your beard shall carry it; down with the rogue.
Capt. Puff. Not Hercules 'gainst twenty.
[Exit Puff.
Jus. Tut. Ah, sirrah!
I knew[391] my hands no longer could forbear him:
Why did you not strike the knave, Sir Oliver?
O. Small. Why, so I did.
Jus. Tut. But then it was too late.
O. Small. What would you have me do, when I was down,
And he stood thundering with his weapon drawn,
Enter Adriana.
Ready to cut my throat?
Adri. The rogue is gone,
And here's one from the lady Sommerfield.
To intreat you come with all the speed you can
To Saint John's Street.