As the show proceeds, the crowd slowly settles in and forgets the disruption. Suddenly, an egg comes flying to the stage from the balconies hitting the actor squarely on the side of the head. The show stops as all eyes turn to where the incredibly accurate missile came from. It was thrown by the patron from the earlier exchange who is now, with his guest, laughing uproariously at the site on the stage before him.

(quite angrily) "You, sir, are an ass, and I demand an apology this instant!

(un-apologetically laughing) "He 'demands' an apology, HA! I'm not sorry, and even if I was, I've never apologized in my life!"

"If you will not apologize, then I demand satisfaction! Step down here and draw your sword... unless, you are a coward!

(angrily) "I resent that remark! I am no coward, sir, and this I shall prove here tonight before this gathering of witnesses. Steel yourself as I shall be down shortly and you shall pay for your insolence!."

The patron disappears to the back of his box to make his way to the stage. The crowd is abuzz as the actor straps on his sword. Someone steps from the wings and speaks to the actor who, as he readies for battle, stops for an instant before continuing to fasten the belt of his sheath. The individual quickly leaves the stage after informing the actor that the patron he is about to duel with is a master swordsman, the best in the land who is despised by many in the community, both by those with and without money, as being an arrogant bully.

As the patron enters the stage, sporadic applause erupts from the crowd, he takes an appreciative bow and makes his way to where the actor awaits him. The two opponents square off at center stage with weapons drawn and looks of steely resolve on their faces.

contemptuously, dismissively) "I hear tell that you are the best swordsman of this land, is that so?"

(smugly boastful) "Yes it is, and I will understand if you wish to drop this pithy show of bravado and apologize for the insult"

(taken aback, angry) "I have not insulted you, sir, it is 'I' who have been insulted! And unlike you, sir, I 'do' apologize, but only when I am wrong. I shall not yield in this mater until my honor has been satisfied. Now raise your sword and prepare to meet your maker, if you believe in one!"

(angrily, impatiently and dismissive) "Oh, I believe in the creator alright, but it is you who will be meeting yours... In the bowels of Hell!"