Br. Sir Petronel and his honourable captains, in these young services we old servitors may be spared.
We only came to take our leaves, and with one health to you all, I’ll be bold to do so. Here, neighbour Security, to the health of Sir Petronel, and all his captains.
Sec. You must bend then, Master Bramble; so now I am for you. I have one corner of my brain, I hope, fit to bear one carouse more. Here, lady, to you that are encompassed there, and are ashamed of our company. Ha, ha, ha! by my troth, my learned counsel, Master Bramble, my mind runs so of Cuckold’s Haven to-night, that my head runs over with admiration. 186
Br. But is not that your wife, neighbour?
Sec. No, by my troth, Master Bramble. Ha, ha, ha! A pox of all Cuckold’s Havens, I say!
Br. O’ my faith, her garments are exceeding like your wife’s.
Sec. Cucullus non facit monachum, my learned counsel; all are not cuckolds that seem so, nor all seem not that are so. Give me your hand, my learned counsel; you and I will sup somewhere else than at Sir Francis Drake’s ship to-night. Adieu, my noble gossip.
Br. Good fortune, brave captains; fair skies God send ye!
Omnes. Farewell, my hearts, farewell! 199
Pe. Gossip, laugh no more at Cuckold’s Haven, gossip.