Mer. —You let
Me off, and I won’t come again, you bet.
I came to look at yon revolving moon.
Cap. You’ll get a taste of my revolver soon.
Mer. You have a daughter—
Cap. What is that to you?
Mer. Nothing, but she is very fair to view:
Her name is Juliet—
Cap. I knew that before.
Mer. You did? Well, you’re a smart old man, I’m sure.