“Come on, Ben, smoke another, and you, too, Will.”
Raleigh’s coat was ripped, where a sword or cutlass had slashed; he pushed a tobacco pouch and pipe toward me.
“I’ll drink with you—but not smoke,” I said.
“Try again. You’ll learn to like it.”
“You experiment,” I said. “Once was enough.”
“But I’m not experimenting. I’ve smoked on the long watches. It settles the blood and calms the mind. The Indians...”
“We know about the Indians,” Jonson said. “Just remember, we’re not Indians!”
“You might better be! Here, lad, bring us more ale! Let’s drink!”
“Here’s to your return! London’s London with you around.”
“Have you seen my new play?”