Storm. Look you, Sir, the only time to make use of a Friend is in Extremity; do you think you cou'd not hang him, and save your self? Sir, my Service to you, your own Health. (Gives it to next Prisoner.)
1st Pris. Captain, your Health.
2nd Pris. Captain, your Health.
Storm. But perhaps the Captain likes Brandy better. So ho! Brandy there—(Drinks.) But you don't perhaps like these strong Liquors. Sider ho! Drink to him in it—Gentlemen all. But Captain, I see you don't love Sider neither. You and I will be for Claret then. Ay marry! I knew this wou'd please (Drinks) you. (Drinks again.) Faith we'll make an end on't. I'm glad you like it.
Turnkey. I'm sorry, Captain Storm, to see you impose upon a Gentleman, and put him to Charge in his Misfortune. If a petty Larceny Fellow had done this—— But one of the Road!
Storm. I beg your Pardon, Sir, I don't question but the Captain understands there is a Fee to you for going to the Keeper's side (Bookwit and Latin give him Money) (Exeunt Turnkey, Simon following). Nay, Nay, you must stay here.
Simon. Why I am Simon, Madam Penelope's Man.
Storm. Then Madam Penelope's Man must strip for Garnish; indeed, Master Simon, you must.
Simon. Thieves! Thieves! Thieves!
Storm. Thieves! Thieves! Why you senseless Dog, do you think, there's Thieves in Newgate? Away with him to the Tap House. (Pushes him off.) We'll drink his Coat off. Come my little Chymist, thou shalt transmute this Jacket into Liquor, Liquor that will make us forget the evil Day. And while Day is ours, let us be Merry.