Ware. How's this?
Sea. I'll pawn my life, this is imposture.
Tim. O, O——
Plot. Heart! the captain did not give him his full load.
Ware. Can your fish
Speak, friends? The proverb says they're mute.
Quart. I'll tell you,
You will admire how docile he is, and how
He'll imitate a man: tell him your name,
He will repeat it after you; he has heard me
Call'd captain, and my fellow curse sometimes,
And now you heard him say, pox-take-you, captain.
Sale. And yesterday, I but complain'd my stomach
Was overcharg'd, and how he minds it!
New. Strange!
Bright. Ay, is it not?
Plot. The towardness of a fish!