BUTTER. No, thank you. It's against the law to smoke.
KEMPTHORN. Then, will you drink? There's good ale at this inn.
BUTTER. No, thank you. It's against the law to drink.
KEMPTHORN. Well, almost everything's against the law In this good town. Give a wide berth to one thing, You're sure to fetch up soon on something else.
BUTTER. And so you sail to-day for dear Old England. I am not one of those who think a sup Of this New England air is better worth Than a whole draught of our Old England's ale.
KEMPTHORN. Nor I. Give me the ale and keep the air. But, as I said, I do not sail to-day.
BUTTER. Ah yes; you sail today.
KEMPTHORN.
I'm under bonds
To take some Quakers back to the Barbadoes;
And one of them is banished, and another
Is sentenced to be hanged.
BUTTER.
No, all are pardoned,
All are set free by order of the Court;
But some of them would fain return to England.
You must not take them. Upon that condition
Your bond is cancelled.
KEMPTHORN.
Ah, the wind has shifted!
I pray you, do you speak officially?