New. And Roseclap's boy shall sing it.
Sale. We have the properties of the last fish.[219]
Quart. And if I
At dinner do not give him sea enough,
And afterwards, if I and Salewit do not
Show him much better than he that shows the Tombs,
Let me be turned into a sword-fish myself.
Plot. A natural change for a captain! How now, Roseclap,
Pensive, and cursing the long vacation?
Thou look'st as if thou mean'st to break shortly.
Rose. Ask the captain why I am sad?
Quart. Faith, gentlemen,
I disciplin'd him for his rudeness.
Plot. Why, these
Are judgments, Roseclap, for dear reckonings.
Tim. Art thou the half-crown fellow of the house?
Rose. Sir, I do keep the ordinary.
Tim. Let's have wine enough;
I mean to drink a health to a lady.