_Miss Als._ Ay. Now, my dear papa, you take a tone that becomes you; now the blood of the Alscrips rises;--rises as it ought; you mean to fight him directly, don't you? _Alscrip._ O yes, I'm his man--I'll show you a lawyer's challenge, sticks and staves, guns, swords, daggers, poinards, knives, scissors and bodkins. I'll put more weapons into a bit of paper, six inches square, than would stock the armory of the Tower. _Miss Als._ Pistols!----Don't talk to me of any thing but pistols,--my dear papa, who shall be your second? _Alscrip._ I'll have two----John Doe, and Richard Roe----as pretty fellows as any in England to see fair play, and as used to the differences of good company.--They shall greet him with their fieri facias----so don't be cast down, Molly, I'll answer for damages, to indemnify our loss of temper and reputation--he shall have a fi-fa before to-morrow night. _Miss Als._ Fiery faces and damages--What does your Westminster-hall gibberish mean?--Are a woman's feelings to be satisfied with a fie-fa--you old insensible--you have no sense of family honour--no tender affections. _Alscrip._ 'Gad you have enough for us both, when you want your father to be shot through the head--but stand out of the way, here's a species of family honour more necessary to be taken care of--If we were to go to law, this would be a precious set off against us. [_Takes up the Deed, as if to lock it up._] This--why what the devil--I hope I don't see clear--Curse and confusion, I have given the wrong one--Here's fine work--Here's a blunder--Here's the effect of a woman's impetuosity. _Miss Als._ Lord, what a fuss you are in: what is in the old trumpery scroll? _Alscrip._ Plague and parchment, old Rightly will find what's in it, if I don't interrupt him--Mr. Rightly--Mr. Rightly--Mr. Rightly---- [_Going to the Door RIGHTLY went out at._ _Enter SERVANT._ _Serv._ Sir, Mr. Rightly is gone. _Alscrip._ Gone! whither? _Serv._ Home, I believe, sir----He came out at the door into the hall, and he bade me tell your honour you might depend upon his reading over the deed with particular care. _Alscrip._ Fire and fury, my hat and cane--[_Exit SERVANT._] Here, my hat and cane. [_Stamps about._ _Miss Als._ Sir, I expect before you come home-- _Alscrip._ Death and devils, expect to be ruined----this comes of listening to you----The sex hold the power of mischief by prescription--Zounds!--Mischief--Mischief--is the common law of womankind. [_Exit in a rage._ _Miss Als._ Mercy on us--I never saw him more provoked, even when my mother was alive! [_Exit._ ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. _ALSCRIP's Room._ _CHIGNON alone._