Sir A. Now, shoot me, if ever I call you Jack again while I live!
Capt. A. Nay, sir, but hear me.
Sir A. Sir, I won't hear a word—not a word!—not one word! So, give me your promise by a nod; and I'll tell you what, Jack,—I mean, you dog,—if you don't—
Capt. A. What, sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness; to—
Sir A. Sir, the lady shall be as ugly as I choose; she shall have a lump on each shoulder; she shall be as crooked as the crescent; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's mu-se-um; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew; she shall be all this, sir! yet I'll make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night to write sonnets on her beauty!
Capt. A. This is reason and moderation, indeed!
Sir A. None of your sneering, puppy!—no grinning, jackanapes!
Capt. A. Indeed, sir, I never was in a worse humor for mirth in my life.
Sir A. 'Tis false, sir! I know you are laughing in your sleeve; I know you'll grin when I am gone, sir!
Capt. A. Sir, I hope I know my duty better.