Ware. How!
Plot. Your two ships are richly landed: if
You'll not believe me, here's the sailor who, [Cypher undisguises.
Transform'd to Cypher, can tell you.
Cyph. 'Tis very true, sir.
I hired this travelling case of one o' th' sailors
That came in one of 'em: they lie at Blackwall.
Troth, I in pity, sir, to Master Plotwell,
Thought it my duty to deceive you.
Ware. Very well, sir;
What, are these masquers too?
Plot. Faith, sir, these [Exit Cypher.
Can change their forms too. They are two friends, [They undisguise.
Worth threescore thousand pounds, sir, to my use.
Ware. Bannswright and Captain Quartfield!
Quart. Nay, old boy,
Th' hast a good pennyworth on't. The jest is worth
Three parts of four.
Ban. Faith, sir, we hope you'll pay
Tonnage and poundage into th' bargain.
Ware. O, you are a precious rogue! you ha' preferr'd me
To a chaste Lucrece, sirrah!
Ban. Your nephew, sir,
Hath married her with all her faults. They are
New-come from church.