Bingley: [Shoots into the forest]

Darcy: Bingley! Lay down your gun, sir! The breath of your shot was upon my face! [Takes the gun off him and throws it to the ground] How long shall you prolong this pantomime of heartbreak over Jane Collins? Have you no notion how intensely tiresome this drunkenness has become? ...We shall say no more of this. I wanted to appraise you of some news-

Bingley: [Punches Darcy and then falls to his knees, sobbing. Darcy lays a hand on his shoulder, but Bingley shrugs him off and walks away]

I don't know how much longer I can stand this extensive torture of Mr. Bingley and his poor heart :(