26 May 2009
Pugilistic.
“Villain! how’s this? how dare you thus insult a gentleman? Touch me with a stick! Throw down that stick, sir, then come forward like a man—and see if you can stand a fair fight! Ha! you persist in thrusting that low weapon in my face? Ignoble wretch! thou’rt unworthy the notice of a gentleman! OUt upon thee, base clown! Desist, and let me pass without further molestation, or I’ll hand thee over to the constable. What! still dost thou hold that threatening posture? Polic! Watch! help, help, murder, robbery! a midnight attack! help, hel—he—” falling down, as the polic arrive, the gallant disciple of Bacchus is carried off to the station-house.
