my thanks. But I hope you are not offended that I offered them.

SIR JO. May be I am, sir, may be I am not, sir, may be I am both,
sir; what then? I hope I may be offended without any offence to
you, sir.

SHARP. Hey day! Captain, what's the matter? You can tell.

BLUFF. Mr. Sharper, the matter is plain: Sir Joseph has found out
your trick, and does not care to be put upon, being a man of
honour.

SHARP. Trick, sir?

SIR JO. Ay, trick, sir, and won't be put upon, sir, being a man of
honour, sir, and so, sir -

SHARP. Harkee, Sir Joseph, a word with ye. In consideration of
some favours lately received, I would not have you draw yourself
into a PREMUNIRE, by trusting to that sign of a man there--that
pot-gun charged with wind.

SIR JO. O Lord, O Lord, Captain, come justify yourself--I'll give
him the lie if you'll stand to it.

SHARP. Nay, then, I'll be beforehand with you, take that, oaf.
[Cuffs him.]

SIR JO. Captain, will you see this? Won't you pink his soul?