SIR JO. And good-nature, Back; I am good-natured and I can't help
it.

BLUFF. You have given him a note upon Fondlewife for a hundred
pound.

SIR JO. Ay, ay, poor fellow; he ventured fair for't.

BLUFF. You have disobliged me in it--for I have occasion for the
money, and if you would look me in the face again and live, go, and
force him to redeliver you the note. Go, and bring it me hither.
I'll stay here for you.

SIR JO. You may stay until the day of judgment, then, by the Lord
Harry. I know better things than to be run through the guts for a
hundred pounds. Why, I gave that hundred pound for being saved,
and de'e think, an there were no danger, I'll be so ungrateful to
take it from the gentleman again?

BLUFF. Well, go to him from me--tell him, I say, he must refund--
or Bilbo's the world, and slaughter will ensue. If he refuse, tell
him--but whisper that--tell him--I'll pink his soul. But whisper
that softly to him.

SIR JO. So softly that he shall never hear on't, I warrant you.
Why, what a devil's the matter, Bully; are you mad? or de'e think
I'm mad? Agad, for my part, I don't love to be the messenger of
ill news; 'tis an ungrateful office--so tell him yourself.

BLUFF. By these hilts I believe he frightened you into this