Bal. So that between you both, Rose has been finely managed.
Plume. Upon my honour, sir, she had no harm from me.
Bal. All's safe, I find—Now, captain, you must know, that the young fellow's impudence in court was well grounded; he said I should heartily repent his being listed, and so I do, from my soul.
Plume. Ay! for what reason?
Bal. Because he is no less than what he said he was—born of as good a family as any in this county, and he is heir to twelve hundred pounds a-year.
Plume. I'm very glad to hear it—for I wanted but a man of that quality to make my company a perfect representative of the whole commons of England.
Bal. Won't you discharge him?
Plume. Not under a hundred pounds sterling.
Bal. You shall have it, for his father is my intimate friend.
Plume. Then you shall have him for nothing.