Jack monologue — Comediettas and Farces

(_without, at L. H., very loud and angrily_) Hold your tongue! don't answer me! don't be insolent!--there, there! (_Enters hurriedly from L. H._) Wheugh! I'm better now I've let off some of the steam! ha, ha! Poor old Blunt (_stopping suddenly_). Stop, there's nothing to laugh at. I know I was a little bit out of temper--whose fault but his if I was?--with his infernal "first-chop;" but I'd no business to strike the poor fellow, with my foot especially; I ought to be ashamed of myself. _Ought_ to be? I _am!_ Here he comes (_seeing BLUNT, who enters at L. H., looking pale and serious; after a little hesitation JACK walks up to him_). Stephen Blunt, I ask your pardon; there, that's settled; now shake hands (_holds out his hand; BLUNT looks away_). I'm sorry, Blunt, _very_ sorry; would you like to kick _me?_ or shall I kick myself? I'll try if you like!