You've got a bit beyond yourself.

Come along with me, Sir Giles.

You are not well.

You ought to be in bed.

Now, now, Sir Giles! Give it up! Come! Here's West to help you undress." But Sir Giles fought to be free, cursing hideously, writhing this way and that with Dimsdale hanging to him; and at sight of the footman hastening to the old man's assistance he put forth a strength so terrific that he swung him completely off the ground.
"He's too much for me!" shouted Dimsdale.