GOLDSMITH.
Why, Simon, is it you?
Set in the bilboes?
KEMPTHORN.
Chock-a-block, you see,
And without chafing-gear.
GOLDSMITH.
And what's it for?
KEMPTHORN. Ask that starbowline with the boat-hook there, That handsome man.
MERRY (bowing).
For swearing.
KEMPTHORN.
In this town
They put sea-captains in the stocks for swearing,
And Quakers for not swearing. So look out.
GOLDSMITH. I pray you set him free; he meant no harm; 'T is an old habit he picked up afloat.
MERRY. Well, as your time is out, you may come down, The law allows you now to go at large Like Elder Oliver's horse upon the Common.
KEMPTHORN. Now, hearties, bear a hand! Let go and haul.