Brass. And when?
Dick. As soon as ever I am married.
Brass. Ah, the pox take thee.
Dick. Then you mistrust me?
Brass. I do by my faith. Look you, Sir, some folks we mistrust, because we don't know them; others we mistrust, because we do know them: and for one of these reasons I desire there may be a bargain beforehand: If not [Raising his voice.] look ye Dick Amlet——
Dick. Soft, my dear friend and companion. The dog will ruin me. [Aside.] Say, what is't will content thee?
Brass. O ho!
Dick. But how canst thou be such a barbarian?
Brass. I learnt it at Algiers.
Dick. Come, make thy Turkish demand then.