“Nay, Custance—what know I more than thou? The winds be no squires of mine.”
“But he will come with speed?”
“No doubt.”
“Sent he no word unto me?”
“Oh, ay—an hogshead full!”
“Ned, thou caitiff! (miserable wretch)—what were they?”
“Stuff and folly.”
“Thou unassoiled villain, tell me them this minute, or—”
“Thou wilt drop from the pillion? By all means, an’ it so like thee. I shall but be left where I am.”
“Ned! I will nip thee like a pasty, an’ thou torment me thus.”