Mal. Here's resolution.
La-p. A little patience, and a rotten Apple
Cures twenty worse diseases; what say you, Sir?
Lav. Marry I say Sir, if I had been acquainted
With lamming in my youth, as you have been
With whipping, and such benefits of nature,
I should do better: as I am, I'll venture,
And if it be my luck to have the Lady,
I'll use my fortune modestly; if beaten,
You shall not hear a word, one I am sure of,
And if the worst fall, she shall be my Physick.
Lets go then, and a merry wind be with us.
Mal. Captain, your shooes are old, pray put 'em off,
And let one fling 'em after us; be bold, Sirs,
And howsoever our fortune falls, lets bear
An equal burden; if there be an odd lash,
We'll part it afterwards.
La-p. I am arm'd at all points. [Exeunt.
Enter four serving in a Banquet.
1. Then my Lady will have a bedfellow to night.
2. So she says; Heaven! what a dainty arm-full shall he enjoy, that has the launching of her, what a fight she'll make.
3. I marry boys, there will be sport indeed, there will be grapling, she has a murderer lies in her prow, I am afraid will fright his main Mast, Robin.
4. Who dost thou think shall have her of thy conscience, thou art a wise man?