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Title: Sheridan's comedies:
Year: 1885 (1880s)
Authors: Sheridan, Richard Brinsley, 1751-1816 Matthews, Brander, 1852-1929, ed
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Publisher: Boston, J. R. Osgood and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ll field-pieces? Upon my con-science, Mr. Acres, you must leave those things to me. — Stay now— Ill show you.— (Measures paces along the stage.) There now,that is a very pretty distance — a pretty gentlemans distance. Acres. Zounds ! we might as well fight in a sentry-box! I tellyou, Sir Lucius, the farther he is off, the cooler I shall take my aim. Sir Luc. Faith ! then I suppose you would aim at him best of allif he was out of sight! Acres. No, Sir Lucius ; but I should think forty or eight-and-thirty yards Sir Luc. Fho ! pho ! nonsense ! three or four feet between themouths of your pistols is as good as a mile. Acres. Odds bullets, no! — by my valor! there is no merit inkilling him so near: do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him downat a long shot: — a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love me ! Sir Luc. Well, the gentlemans friend and I must settle that. —But tell me now, Mr. Acres, in case of an accident, is there any littlewill or commission I could execute for you ?
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t< A COMEDY. 175 Acres. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius — but I dont under-stand Sir Luc. Why, you may think there s no being shot at without alittle risk — and if an unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it —I say it will be no time then to be bothering you about familymatters. Acres. A quietus ! Sir Lite. For instance, now — if that should be the case — wouldyou choose to be pickled and sent home? — or would it be the sameto you to lie here in the Abbey ? — I m told there is very snug lyingin the Abbey. Acres. Pickled ! — Snug lying in the Abbey ! — Odds, tremors !Sir Lucius, dont talk so! Sir Luc. I suppose, Mr. Acres, you never were engaged in anaffair of this kind before ? Acres. No, Sir Lucius, never before. Sir Luc. Ah ! thats a pity — there s nothing like being used to athing. — Pray now, how would you receive the gentlemans shot ? Acres. Odds files! — Ive practised that — there, Sir Lucius—■there. — (Puts himself in an attitude.) A

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