MAN. For poetry, freedom, reckless bravery!
MAR. For underhandedness and skulking cowardice. I abhor his very name.
MAN. That is impossible. It is also mine.
MAR. Your boast of it does you no credit.
MAN. Mariana, my best beloved, do not drive me to desperation. I am patient.
MAR. I am not, especially when you seek to overawe me by telling me what a notorious pirate would do in your place.
MAN. But I—
MAR. Please give me my basket.
MAN. You are not so severe on all adventurers; Captain Durand, for instance.