Sec. But my learned counsel, Master Bramble here, I hope he may know her. 121
Qu. No more than you, sir, at this time; his learning must pardon her.
Sec. Well, God pardon her for my part, and I do, I’ll be sworn; and so, Master Francis, here’s to all that are
going eastward to-night towards Cuckold’s Haven;[69] and so to the health of Master Bramble.
Qu. I pledge it, sir. Hath it gone round, Captain?
Sea. It has, sweet Frank; and the round closes with thee. 130
Qu. Well, sir, here’s to all eastward and toward cuckolds, and so to famous Cuckold’s Haven, so fatally remembered.
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Pe. Nay, pray thee, coz, weep not; gossip Security.
Sec. Ay, my brave gossip.