Nan. Are you crazy?
Plun. No use to pretend! I know you. Come along home with me!
Nan. (shrieks as he seizes her wrist). Help! Help!
Plun. What a wicked little hussy you are!
Nan. What an impudent big clodhopper you are!
(The ladies turn back towards Nancy.)
Nan. Here is game for you, girls. Let's see how he will like your spears!
(Ladies surround Plunket and threaten him.)
Chorus (speaking all together). We'll give him a taste of our spear points! He won't bother her long! At him, now! There's safety in numbers! (Repeating.)
Plun. Gently, gently—Hold on! This is turning the tables in good earnest. Ouch!!! Those remarks are a little too pointed for me. (Dodges.) I never expected to see myself run from a woman, but here goes! (He runs off, the ladies after him, shouting incoherently, as above.Nancy enters inn.)