Alg. A cloak? good purchase, and rich hangers? well,
We'll share ten Pistolets a man.
Laz. Yet still
I am monstrous hungry: could you not deduct
So much out of the gross sum, as would purchase
Eight loynes of Veal, and some two dozen of Capons?
Pach. O strange proportion for five.
Laz. For five? I have
A legion in my stomach that have kept
Perpetual fast these ten years: for the Capons,
They are to me but as so many black Birds:
May I but eat once, and be satisfied,
Let the fates call me, when my ship is fraught,
And I shall hang in peace.
Alg. Steal well to night,
And thou shalt feed to morrow; so now you are
Your selves again, I'll raise another watch
To free you from suspition: set on any
You meet with boldly: I'll not be far off,
T'assist you, and protect you. [Exit.
Met. O brave officer.
Enter Alvarez, Lucio, Bobadilla.
Pach. Would every ward had one but so well given,
And we would watch, for rug, in gowns of velvet.
Mend. Stand close, a prize.
Met. Satten, and gold Lace, Lads.