Med. And, what's more, I don't want 'em, Sir Christopher, I thank you.
Sir Chr. Very true; for the devil a gem have you to set off with 'em.
Med. Well, well; I never mention errors; that, I flatter myself, is no disagreeable quality.—It don't become me to say you are hot.
Sir Chr. 'Sblood! but it does become you: it becomes every man, especially an Englishman, to speak the dictates of his heart.
Enter Servant.
Serv. An English vessel, sir, just arrived in the harbour.
Sir Chr. A vessel! Od's my life!——Now for the news—If it is but as I hope—Any dispatches?
Serv. This letter, sir, brought by a sailor from the quay.
[Exit.