BLUFF. Husht, 'tis not so convenient now--I shall find a time.

SHARP. What do you mutter about a time, rascal? You were the
incendiary. There's to put you in mind of your time.--A
memorandum. [Kicks him.]

BLUFF. Oh, this is your time, sir; you had best make use on't.

SHARP. I--Gad and so I will: there's again for you. [Kicks him.]

BLUFF. You are obliging, sir, but this is too public a place to
thank you in. But in your ear, you are to be seen again?

SHARP. Ay, thou inimitable coward, and to be felt--as for example.
[Kicks him.]

BELL. Ha, ha, ha, prithee come away; 'tis scandalous to kick this
puppy unless a man were cold and had no other way to get himself
aheat.


SCENE IX.


SIR JOSEPH, BLUFFE.

BLUFF. Very well--very fine--but 'tis no matter. Is not this
fine, Sir Joseph?

SIR JO. Indifferent, agad, in my opinion, very indifferent. I'd