mopping his face, all sick and trembling.

I was dashing past him, with the landlord at my heels, when three
men came tumbling out at the door, and downstairs. I squeezed myself
against the wall to let them pass: but Master Davenant was pitch'd
to the very foot of the stairs. And then he picked himself up and
ran out into the Corn Market, the drawer after him, and both
shouting "Watch! Watch!" at the top of their lungs; and so left the
three fellows to push by the women already gathered in the passage,
and gain the street at their ease. All this happen'd while a man
could count twenty; and in half a minute I heard the ring of steel
and was standing in the doorway.

There was now no light within but what was shed by the fire and two
tallow candles that gutter'd on the mantelshelf. The remaining
candlesticks lay in a pool of wine on the floor, amid broken glasses,
bottles, scattered coins, dice boxes and pewter pots. In the corner
to my right cower'd a potboy, with tankard dangling in his hand, and
the contents spilling into his shoes. His wide terrified eyes were
fix'd on the far end of the room, where Anthony and the brute Settle
stood, with a shattered chair between them. Their swords were
cross'd in tierce, and grating together as each sought occasion for
a lunge: which might have been fair enough but for a dog-fac'd
trooper in a frowsy black periwig, who, as I enter'd, was gathering
a handful of coins from under the fallen table, and now ran across,
sword in hand, to the Captain's aid.

'Twas Anthony that fac'd me, with his heel against the wainscoting,
and, catching my cry of alarm, he call'd out cheerfully over the
Captain's shoulder, but without lifting his eyes--