Brazen. He's an incorrigible sot. Here, my Hector of Holborn, here's forty shillings for you.
Plume. I forbid the bans. Lookye, friend, you shall list with Captain Brazen.
Syl. I will see Captain Brazen hanged first; I will list will Captain Plume: I am a free-born Englishman, and will be a slave my own way. Lookye, sir, will you stand by me?
[To Brazen.
Brazen. I warrant you, my lad.
Syl. Then I will tell you, Captain Brazen, [To Plume.] that you are an ignorant, pretending, impudent coxcomb.
Brazen. Ay, ay, a sad dog.
Syl. A very sad dog. Give me the money, noble Captain Plume.
Plume. Then you won't list with Captain Brazen?
Syl. I won't.