Knock. Why, well said, old flea-bitten; thou’lt never tire I see.
[They fall to their vapours again.
Cut. No, sir, but he may tire if it please him.
Whit. Who told dee sho, that he vuld never teer, man?
Cut. No matter who told him so, so long as he knows.
Knock. Nay, I know nothing, sir, pardon me there.
Enter behind, EDGWORTH with QUARLOUS.
Edg. They are at it still, sir; this they call vapours.
Whit. He shall not pardon dee, captain: dou shalt not be pardoned. Pre’dee, shweet-heart, do not pardon him.
Cut. ’Slight, I’ll pardon him, an I list, whosoever says nay to’t.