Plot. Nay, captain, we have brought you
A gentleman of valour, who has been
In Moorfields often: marry, it has been
To 'squire his sisters, and demolish custards
At Pimlico.[217] [Timothy walks aside.
Quart. Afore me, Master Plotwell;
I never hop'd to see you in silk again.
Sale. I look'd the next Lord Mayor's day to see you o' th' livery,
Or one o' th' bachelor whifflers.[218]
Quart. What, is your uncle dead?
Plot. He may in time: he's gone
To sea this morning, captain; and I am come
Into your order again. But hark you, captain,
What think you of a fish now?
Quart. Mad wags, mad wags.
Bright. By Heaven, it's true. Here we have brought one with us.
New. Rich Seathrift's son: he'll make a rare sea-monster.
Quart. And shall's be merry, i' faith?
Bright. Salewit shall make a song upon him.