Cost. I wull—I wull—Waunds! my mind gives me that I shall be a captain myself—I take your money, sir, and now I am a gentleman.
Plume. Give me thy hand; and now you and I will travel the world o'er, and command it wherever we tread.—Bring your friend with you, if you can. [Aside.
Cost. Well, Tummas, must we part?
Tho. No, Costar, I cannot leave thee.—Come, captain, I'll e'en go along too; and if you have two honester simpler lads in your company than we two have been, I'll say no more.
Plume. Here, my lad. [Gives him Money.] Now, your name?
Tho. Tummas Appletree.
Plume. And yours?
Cost. Costar Pearmain.
Plume. Well said, Costar! Born where?
Tho. Both in Herefordshire.