CAPT. H. What's that?--two Mrs. Longshanks! (_pulling back TRIPTOLEMUS, who makes a sudden rush towards door_) Then who the devil are you? (_tears off his bonnet veil, discovering TRIPTOLEMUS, who has washed his face, and is now as pale as a sheet_) Ah! (_in a voice of thunder--TRIPTOLEMUS staggers, and falls into his arms_) PHOEBE. Triptolemus! CAPT. H. My young jackanapes again, and sailing under false colours. _TRIPTOLEMUS here makes a sudden bolt, but is stopped by the CAPTAIN--in the struggle, TRIPTOLEMUS slips out of his gown, which remains in CAPTAIN'S hands, and leaves TRIPTOLEMUS in his trousers and waistcoat, with a very ample crinoline over them--he then makes a rush to the door, meeting LUKE SHARP as he enters, carrying a tray, on which are a pie, plates, and glasses, upsets him and the contents of the tray--the CAPTAIN again seizes TRIPTOLEMUS, who retreats backwards struggling with the CAPTAIN, when close to the window, TRIPTOLEMUS loses his balance, and falls backwards through the window, with great smash of glass--ARABELLA and PHOEBE each scream with all their might, and fall into different chairs--LUKE SHARP shouts "Police," &c., &c.--the scene is shut in with a pair of flats representing_ SCENE THIRD.--_A Landing Place on Second Floor. Door at C.; landing place window at R._ _PHOEBE runs in, L. door in flat, with candle, throws open the window, and looks downwards._ PHOEBE. I don't see anything of him.--Why, what's that huddled up in a lump in the corner of the balcony?--it's he! (_calling_) Hist, hist, Triptolemus! are you dead or alive? TRIPTOLE. (_outside, in a plaintive voice_) I won't be positive; I think I'm rather more alive of the two. PHOEBE. Very well then, Mr. Triptolemus Brown, perhaps you'll condescend to explain why you thought proper to dress yourself up in Miss Arabella Hardaport's clothes. TRIPTOLE. I'll explain everything, if you'll only help me out of this infernal balcony; I don't care how--a ladder, a fire escape, a balloon, a pair of stilts--anything! or call a cab, and I'll jump into it through the roof. PHOEBE. Nonsense! you'd better stop where you are.--Hark! some one's corning; lie down again and don't move! _LUKE SHARP, his hair dishevelled, his cravat awry, and with TRIPTOLEMUS'S hat and coat in his hand, enters hurriedly, followed by ARABELLA, L. door in flat._ ARABEL. Don't make a disturbance, Mr. Sharp, and I'll explain everything. SHARP. Then begin with these here articles of male attire--this coat, this hat--how did they come for to be in your apartment? they can't be your aunt's, and you ain't got a uncle! then whose is 'em?--why don't you answer--whose is 'em? ARABEL. I shall not condescend to answer you, sir. SHARP. You won't! then nothing remains for me but to precipitate myself _h_eadlong into the _a_rea below! (_rushing to window_) ARABEL. (_pulling him back_) Don't be a fool! PHOEBE. (_ditto_) Don't be ridiculous!