Bal. Nay, sir, you shall have your price.
Plume. Not a penny, sir; I value an obligation to you much above an hundred pounds.
Bal. Perhaps, sir, you shan't repent your generosity——Will you please to write his discharge in my pocket-book? [Gives his Book.] In the mean time, we'll send for the gentleman. Who waits there?
Enter Steward.
Go to the captain's lodging, and inquire for Mr. Wilful; tell him his captain wants him here immediately.
Serv. Sir, the gentleman's below at the door, inquiring for the captain.
Plume. Bid him come up. Here's the discharge, sir.
Bal. Sir, I thank you—'Tis plain he had no hand in't. [Aside.
Enter Sylvia.
Syl. I think, captain, you might have used me better, than to leave me yonder among your swearing drunken crew; and you, Mr. Justice, might have been so civil as to have invited me to dinner, for I have eaten with as good a man as your worship.