SHARP. Impudent rogue. [Aside.]

SIR JO. Ay, this damned modesty of yours. Agad, if he would put
in for't he might be made general himself yet.

BLUFF. Oh, fie! no, Sir Joseph; you know I hate this.

SIR JO. Let me but tell Mr. Sharper a little, how you ate fire
once out of the mouth of a cannon. Agad, he did; those
impenetrable whiskers of his have confronted flames -

BLUFF. Death, what do you mean, Sir Joseph?

SIR JO. Look you now. I tell you he's so modest he'll own
nothing.

BLUFF. Pish, you have put me out, I have forgot what I was about.
Pray hold your tongue, and give me leave. [Angrily.]

SIR JO. I am dumb.

BLUFF. This sword I think I was telling you of, Mr. Sharper. This
sword I'll maintain to be the best divine, anatomist, lawyer, or
casuist in Europe; it shall decide a controversy or split a cause -

SIR JO. Nay, now I must speak; it will split a hair, by the Lord
Harry, I have seen it.

BLUFF. Zounds, sir, it's a lie; you have not seen it, nor sha'n't
see it; sir, I say you can't see; what d'ye say to that now?