Col. You are a dissolute wretch, the son of vile parents.
Pul. I think you must be a gipsy to know this. You are telling me nothing but the truth.
Col. In this way we shall do nothing.
Pul. But if what you say is true?
Col. (aside). Oh! the base wretch! Come on, will you?
Pul. Softly, softly. (Aside.) I see no one coming. Tell me things that are not true, and then I shall fire up like any Englishman. I know what my nature is.
Col. Very well, you are a gentleman.
Pul. A gentleman! I! and when was I ever that?
Col. Yes, a gentleman—a valiant and honourable gentleman.
Pul. And I am to fight with a pig—a dirty blackguard like you?