Sea. Death! colonel, I knew you were over-shot. 190
Pe. Sure I think now, indeed, Captain Seagull, we were something over-shot.
Enter Quicksilver.
What! my sweet Frank Quicksilver! dost thou survive to rejoice me? But what! nobody at thy heels, Frank? Ay me! what is become of poor Mistress Security?
Qu. ’Faith, gone quite from her name, as she is from her fame, I think; I left her to the mercy of the water.
Sea. Let her go, let her go! Let us go to our ship at Blackwall, and shift us. 199
Pe. Nay, by my troth, let our clothes rot upon us, and let us rot in them; twenty to one our ship is attached by this time! If we set her not under sail this last tide, I never looked for any other. Woe, woe is me! what shall become of us? The last money we could make, the greedy Thames has devoured; and if our ship be attached, there is no hope can relieve us.
Qu. ’Sfoot! knight, what an unknightly faintness transports thee! Let our ship sink, and all the world that’s without us be taken from us, I hope I have some tricks in this brain of mine shall not let us perish. 210
Sea. Well said, Frank, i’faith. O, my nimble-spirited Quicksilver! ’Fore God! would thou hadst been our colonel!
Pe. I like his spirit rarely; but I see no means he has to support that spirit.