Chis. (aside). Oh, brave captain! Oh, if I only live to hear them all call me Madame Roulette!
Reb. Shall I go at once and tell him?
Capt. Wait. I want you first to help me in a little plan I have.
Reb. Out with it, noble captain. Slow said slow sped, you know.
Capt. You are a good fellow; listen. I want to get into that attic there, for a particular purpose.
Reb. And why does your Honour go up at once?
Capt. I do like to do it in a strange house without an excuse. Now look here; you and I will pretend to quarrel; I get angry and draw my sword, and you run away upstairs, and I after you, to the attic, tha all; I’ll manage the rest.
Chis. (aside). Ah, he seems to be getting on famously.
Reb. I understand. When are we to begin?
Capt. Now directly.