Sum. Gentlemen, ’tis to your Valours all, that I am indebted for the Honour I have gain’d: And that I may not seem wholly ungrateful, there, there’s something in token of my Thankfulness.
[Gives ’em Money.
1, 2, 3 Sailers. Heaven bless your Worship.
Ara. Come Cousin, we’l withdraw into the Parlour: And if these honest Friends will be pleased to drink what our House affords, they shall be welcome.
1 Sail. Thank you Mistress with all our Hearts.
[Exeunt all but Sailers.
2 Sail. Well, this Mr. Summerfield is a brave Fellow, Gadzooks he is.
3 Sail. Ay Tom so he is; had it not been for him, we had all been taken on my Conscience.
1 Sail. On my Soul and so we had: O if you had but seen him when he boarded the Monsieur, ’twou’d have made you laugh ’till you had split your Sides. He came up to the Captain o’this fashion with a Slap—ha! and gave him such a back-handed wipe, that he cut off his Head as genteely, as tho he had served seven Years Apprenticeship to’t.
Enter Servant with a Bowl of Punch.
Serv. Gentlemen, Mr. Summerfield desires ye to be merry, and has sent you this to drink his Health.
1 Sail. O, the Lord bless him, he’s a fine Gentleman, and so pray tell him, and withal give him our hearty Thanks; Dost hear Boy?