Sec. Ay, by th’ mass, your word—that’s a proper staff
For wise Security to lean upon!
But ’tis no matter, once I’ll trust my name
On your crack’d credits; let it take no shame.
Fetch the wench, Frank.
[Exit.
Qu. I’ll wait upon you, sir, 340
And fetch you over, you were ne’er so fetch’d.
Go to the tavern, knight; your followers
Dare not be drunk, I think, before their captain.
[Exit.
Pe. Would I might lead them to no hotter service
Till our Virginian gold were in our purses!
[Exit.
[55] One of many allusions that show the early popularity of Shakespeare’s play.
[56] “Blue coat”—the livery of a serving-man.
[57] Ulcerous swelling.
[58] A variation of the snatch sung by Ophelia.