Flirt. Quickly, Nell, wait upon the Gentleman.
Dull. Please you, Sir, to taste of our Liquor.—My service to you. I see you are a Stranger, and alone; please you to come to our Table? He rises and comes.
Flirt. Come, Sir, pray sit down here; these are very honourable Persons, I assure you: This is Major Dullman, Major of his Excellency’s own Regiment, when he arrives; this Mr. Timorous, Justice a Peace in Corum; this Captain Boozer, all of the honourable Council.
Haz. With your leave, Gentlemen. Sits.
Tim. My service to you, Sir. Drinks.
What, have you brought over any Cargo, Sir? I’ll be your Customer.
Booz. Ay, and cheat him too, I’ll warrant him. Aside.
Haz. I was not bred to Merchandizing, Sir, nor do intend to follow the drudgery of Trading.
Dull. Men of Fortune seldom travel hither, Sir, to see Fashions.
Tim. Why, Brother, it may be the Gentleman has a mind to be a Planter; will you hire your self to make a Crop of Tobacco this Year?