Plot. 'Slid, he'll spew.
Bright. No matter.
Quart. Nay, I have seen him fox'd, and then maintain
A drunken dialogue.
Mis. Hol. Lord, how I long
To hear a little! Pray try him with some questions;
Will you, my friend?
Quart. Sometimes he will be sullen,
And make no answers.
Sale. That is when he's anger'd,
Or kept from drink long.
Quart. But I'll try him.
Mis. Sea. To see what creatures may be brought to!
Quart. Tim, you are drunk.
Tim. Plague take you, captain. O—Lord, you made me——